Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"I brought it, Dazo!

"Desne has had more trouble because Carl tries to take a bunch of flowers that have nothing to do with it. I should have gone alone, Desyo."

Fill the basket full of flowers and the Nickas will be back.

After all, couldn't Carl?

Well, there was no obstacle for these guys to bring out the flowers.

You didn't tell me Gilberta was going to follow me, which would mean you decided you didn't have to.

Maybe you can trust me just because I'm a bug living in this land.

"Well, you guys. Get out again."

"Huh!? Don't be ridiculous Dazo!?

"It's badly handled, Death Neck!

"You're a jerk. I'm still in the middle of something. Look, Sirah. Tell him from you, too."

"No..."

Oh, already. Always this guy...

"If you don't do what I say, I won't make the honey I just did"

"You need to leave. Both of you."

"" Master Shirakha has taken so much of what humans say!?

Carl and Nica raise their voices in surprise. It's a brilliant unison. We're close, aren't we dating? Hi-ha-hoo.

... I'm a little surprised, too.

I didn't expect you to follow me so honestly.

"Yashiro... I'm starting to get a little scared of you"

"Don't say... it's not my fault"

To be honest so far, I don't know... don't pull it off for a second.

To manipulate Shirakha as you wish, feed. This will be the only way.

I'll just shake the honey and give it to Shirakha.

"Oh, well. That it looks delicious."

For the first time in more than a decade, he receives a cup of flowers with a touching look like he's reunited with my missing child, and he mouths lovingly.

"Ha... you're alive for this one..."

Beer after manual labor.

It would be too much.

"Oh, so delicious, Dazo?

"I can't believe I mix honey... not weird stuff Death Yone!?

"If that's what you think, drink it, too, in the garden."

I can't do everything here because it's for Shirakha.

Explain that and only ear to Carl, "Drink honey in the garden, just the two of you".

"Come on, Dazo, Nica! This, too, uh, maybe, dazo for Master Sirah!

"Huh? Doesn't matter, Des Yones? Hey, Carl...... hey! I hope you don't pull it, Des!

Forcefully, Carl pulls Nica's arm and takes her out.

Yeah, yeah. Men should be somewhat forceful, right? Yeah.

Oh, now it's quiet.

"You're going to the garden with your hands together, aren't those two?"

Drop off the two of you leaving, and Wendy smiles.

Hey... I don't think those two are gonna be such sweet and sour things...

But Wendy does so as tickles as if she remembers something, I guess because she once had that experience too.

"Explode. Cylon."

"Duh, how come there's a Cylon who's not here right now!? Um, hero!?

Funny.

You don't need a reason for the rear charge to explode.

You just have to blow it up anytime, anywhere.

"Well. Are you ready, Sirah?"

"Yep. It was delicious."

The mode of selfishness ends and Shirakha gives the original serene expression.

This guy, that's it. You're the type to cry out when you're hungry or something in the middle of the night.

Could be close to Delia.... Although Sirah is much more troublesome than Delia for not moderating.

"So, what do you say?

Talk back where Sirah has settled down.

Find out what this guy really is.

"You want to see your husband?

If this guy says yes, I can handle him from there.

If it was no...... it would be harder to get Lucia or Ginette's help than he or she would have liked. I'm sure those two will respect Sirah's point of view, and the folks in District 42,... somehow... are going to hear Ginette's point of view.

So, Sirah.

This place is heavily called "Jesus" and...

"I miss you............ no, you don't"

........................... Seriously.

The air I was straining loosens just a little...... it sinks heavily.

Right... don't you miss me?

This guy probably doesn't want to do anything to... deny those around him who support him in his current life.

"Because..."

Are you thirsty, Sirah puts her mouth on a cup of flowers and pours sweet honey down her throat.

Ngu, ngu, ngu, ngu, ngu, ngu!

... No, no. Why don't you just moisturize it?

"Because... I..."

After drinking Gabe, he grips the cup of flowers and puts his hand on his cheek in embarrassment.

Make sure to stare down obliquely and leak down, pounding, the sound of the flowers shaming.

"... hey, I'm getting fat"

"Which neighborhood is' hey '?!?

"Hey" if you were fat and "it" what do you mean you were originally amazing!? Then I wonder if you don't realize, such 'error'!?

"I hear it was as thin as my friend Ginette, the old Shirakha-sama"

"Where's a little, come back!?

"The Spirit's Judgment" to the Frog!?

... No, maybe if the person believed 'hey' from the bottom of his mind, it would be judged 'hey'?

If you think about it in tonnes, is about 100 kilometers in the 'little' range?

"I mean, as long as you lose weight, you can see him, right, Mr. Sirah?

Ask Sirah to clarify the answer Estella has obscured.

I have to get confirmation from my own mouth.

"Hey... I want to see you... wow"

Dyed the wrinkled carved cheeks thinly, Sirah smiled happily.

I just think of my husband, and this guy looks so happy.

I want you to see me... right?

To do that, you lose weight......... can you, this guy?

"In the meantime, why don't you put your mouth in a stitch?"

If we can't force ourselves to eat, we'll figure it out.

I'm eating too much, whatever.

"If you can't eat rice... I'm gonna die, right? Murderers."

"It's not calm. Don't sarcastically vomit the words!

I understand the interracial mess with that or this around you!?

"So, if you can eat healthy and have a moderate diet, is that what Mr. Sirah would do if he met his husband?

Ginette squeaks her hand and sorts out the situation so as to dispel the disturbing air that is about to start drifting slightly.

A healthy diet while eating............... can you? Something tells me it's too late...

"Sirah. You, can you exercise or something?

"Right. I've been exercising a lot lately."

To my unexpected answer, I rounded my eyes without a pattern.

I honestly reviewed it.

When you're in this shape, it's going to be a hundred million bucks to move... after all, you mean women want to be beautiful no matter how old they are?

"What kind of exercise are you doing?

"Get over there, hoy."

"Hey, Gilberta. Bring me something to hit me with."

"I'm sorry, but I can't admit it, I... Consider it a danger to life, Master Shirakha's. I don't think so."

Get out of the way. Where's Hoi's exercise?

You don't consume a calorie for a boiled bean, that's it!

"Yashiro, Yashiro. Jean, Ken...... Pong"

Sirah invites me, and I serve choke.

Sirah is par. I win.

"Over there, hoy"

Pointing to Shirakha and pointing that finger to the right, Shirakha's face turned to the right from me so that she could follow it.

My straight win.

"What the hell, Syrah? You're so weak... you're so sweaty!?

A large grain of sweat blew away like a waterfall from Sirah's forehead.

So much so that it's a pot left on fire that I sweat or fall from next to next.

"Ha-ha-no... Ha-ha-no... Sa, oxygen..."

"You, it's already too late level, that!?

I can't seem to get out of acid with whey over there, so I won't be able to do much of the routine.

This guy's got a body he can't live on his own anymore...

"This could be life-threatening if I don't lose weight before I see my husband."

"Right. If you don't be a little more moderate, you'll be in trouble."

Ginette. Don't hesitate like that there, you just have to say something like, "If you don't lose more weight, you're gonna die, fat ass."

... No, I'd be surprised if Ginette actually said that.

"But Yashiro. When I'm here, the Nickas are going to keep spoiling me...... honestly I guess I can't get a diet?

"Are those kind and people dying? Thought about it, good guys."

It is no longer evil to take care of too many degrees.

"If I could take Silaha out, I could make him about a diet..."

If I could even take you to the Yangdu Pavilion, I'd let Ginette cook you a balanced meal, give you some moderate exercise with me and Magda, and Loretta would normally work - I think you could do the perfect diet.

"Actually, the problem, it would be impossible to take them out. Above all, I can't give permission."

Lucia's opinion is good, and not only the Nikkas if it comes to taking Syrah out, but the bugs who live around here will revolt.

Besides, the reason for this is' to meet my husband who hurt Shirakha ', which is all the more reason.

"Oh, you know. Mr. Yashiro."

With an evocative face, Ginette gets stuffed.

"Is it possible for me to stay here?

"Ha!?

What are you gonna say, Ginette!?

"I will stay here and make a meal that will suit Mr. Sirah."

"No, you, that's... what do you do with the store? And donations to the church."

"The store..."

For a moment. I really just let my gaze wander for a moment, and Ginette comes up with a hell of a suggestion.

"What do you mean Mr. Yashiro is the head chef and sells only limited time menus!?

"Huh!?

Thoughtfully, seal all the menus of the Yangdu Pavilion and serve another dish for a limited time.

If Ginette can't get out of the store for any reason, Ginette has suggested the exact same emergency treatment I had in mind.

To be honest, I'm surprised.

Ginette thought the same thing about me, but most importantly, I can't believe this guy said he was going to move on from himself and leave the store...

"Are you sure that's all right?

"Yes. … will annoy the customer……… We cannot leave Mr. Shirakha alone"

"That's true... I don't know how many days it's gonna take."

"Three days...... no, two days. In the meantime, we will ask Nica to remember to cook. So, what do you think?

"You teach?

"Yes, I think you'll be fine as long as you learn how to cook it easily"

Sure, that would be enough for two days......

"But Yashiro. What do the people here think?

Estella says to me, looking very anxious.

... if you want to persuade me, give me something to ginet. You're gonna make me say negative opinions through my mouth, and you're gonna hate me and push the part.

"What are all those people who have feelings for humans that I don't think are very good? Ginette, I'm anxious to leave you alone.... I just can't accompany you..."

You can't let a lord vacate the house for two days with an idea.

"Well, I'll give it to you, too"

It was Wendy who raised the name.

"Heroes tell Theron and I'm sure Theron will understand. It seems to use the hero, it's painful..."

"No, I don't mind as much as a message..."

Can I suddenly let Wendy, just before my dowry, stay out?

For once, there are men here...

"Then I'll take on the offering and the escort, I will"

That said, Gilberta raises her hand.

"I will have men banned these past two days, under the authority of Master Lucia and Master Sirah"

"Can you do that?

"Right. Things are the matter. I guess I don't mind enough talking about it. Besides... Ginette seemed to have a taste for it, unlike flies."

"Oh, come on."

My eyebrow roots lean against the mean grin Lucia shows.

Well, sure, to see Nica react, you wouldn't be taking Ginette badly.

Lucia's words are superfluous though.

"Ugh... Miri no, I want to stay, but... the store, I can't rest... ahhh..."

"That's okay, Mr. Millie. Millie, make your job a priority."

"Ugh... sorry, huh?

Millie said she couldn't do this expedition either, so much so that she had it scheduled. I can't let you do much about it.

Are you serious, Ginette?

"Let's at least, I'll call the ladies!

Millie runs out and pops out of the room.

The endorsement of the Nikkas is essential to Sirah's diet plan.

Come on, one more stuffing will happen when those guys get back...

"Um, Mr. Yashiro............... please, can you?

Although I left it to momentum to speak of, I guess my anxiety is gradually getting bigger.

He has an unreliable look that seems to disappear if he blows it.

"It would be the employee's job to protect the store manager's absence"

"Mr. Yashiro......"

The corner. You said it yourself.

You want to try, don't you?

Then you can try.

"If anything happens, you can call me right away."

"Yes! Thank you!

I can't disagree with you if you show me such a happy face.

"Just in case, shall we send Natalia?

"No, it would be annoying to be a big number of people. Let's leave it to Gilberta."

"Right... right"

Of these, Estella may be the one who worries most about Ginette.

Why don't you just trust him a little more?

The guys here, well, they don't seem like bad guys either.

And in the meantime, there are things I have to do.

"Sirah."

"Yep. Of course I'm welcome."

Right. That's good.

But it's not.

"Do you know where my husband is?

"That's not..."

Hilarious, Sirah sees Lucia.

Lucia?

Does this guy know?

"Neither I nor Shirakha know where the man is. But if you want to see him, you'll see him."

You can't see.

I don't know where he is, but if I want to see him, can I see him?

So you're saying there's a way to call it in?

"The man comes to my hall to communicate with Syrah. Bring the letter you wrote and take home the letter you wrote of Sirah"

"What's that? Mendoche."

"I guess it's a means to prevent Shirakha from knowing his address"

So you're saying Lucia is mediating between Syrah and her husband's correspondence?

I like the service a lot.

"So when's the next time my husband comes?

"A month or two from now."

"That much?

"Actually, I just got a letter this morning."

"You were here this morning, my husband!?

"Ah, just twenty minutes before you arrived."

What a coincidence.

Wow, bad timing.

At least I wish I'd come this evening...

I missed it today, so I haven't heard from him for at least a month.

"You didn't write the address or anything in the letter?

"No."

I guess! Don't say that.

Even if Sirah wants to see you, I don't know if she feels the same way.

I was waiting a month later, but I didn't know when I'd see you.

Besides, we also need time for Syrah and her husband to meet and solve the misunderstandings of the people around Syrah.

If I had done that, Wendy's wedding would be more and more postponed.

I want to avoid that.

Marriage is about timing.

You can't make this fever go down.

"I may have some leads on the letter. For example, talking about famous products."

"Right. If it's also a characteristic or unique cultural statement like that…"

"... it might be possible to narrow down where that person is right now"

The information brought from Estella was beneficial.

If you can even narrow down where you live, it might be possible to find it.

"Syrah. Can I see your letter?

"Yep... embarrassing wow"

Baba, a giant man who covers his face with his hands and rocks his body with a no-no.

If you were a catfish, there'd be an earthquake by now.

"You don't want to see me? Show me the letter and I'll find you responsibly."

"Oh, you've said it all."

Estella opens her eyes and looks at me.

Don't be so surprised.... I'm a little surprised myself.

Ahhh, I wonder why I ran out of words. I can't believe I let you see me.

What if I can't do it.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Huh!? What, what is it!? Why are you staring at me so jizzy!?

I'm Ginette, who makes me a big veteran of inadvertent remarks and even serves as a hall of honor. It would be before breakfast enough to infect others.... annoying.

"Um, Mr. Sirah. Mr. Yashiro is a very dependable person who always leads the people around him to a happy ending."

Dude! Don't say that rarely, princess of inadvertent remarks!?

"Oh, really? Then I'll worship you."

Here, look!

Baba didn't even know what it meant, did he?

I treat you the same way you treat Heaven! There's nothing to be profited from.

You're an instant Buddha, I am!?

"Why don't you leave it to Mr. Yashiro?

"Yeah, hey......... ok. Your eyes don't fool people. I trust you."

They can look people in the eye and judge people if they should even say it's a kung fu of the year.

Well, you've seen all sorts of people.

With those thin eyes.

Such thin eyes of Shirakha can be directed at me.

"Yashiro's a good girl, too."

Oh, too bad.

It's cloudy, his eyes.

"Well then, letter...... I'm embarrassed, but I'll show you"

Sirah wandering at the foot of the chair sitting still.

I couldn't see it hiding in my thick feet, but it looks like there's a drawer there.

Take one letter out of the drawer under the chair.

A letter written in thin ink on a piece of paper with a good finger touch.

There is a beautiful line of thoughtful letters.

"Dear beloved..."

They do it from the address.

I made a stylish decision, well...

Just this one word conveys my thoughts firmly.

Warm thoughts of each other thinking of each other............ at all. He'll do it.

"The Shizuku of Rain is Tendanes.

The time I can't see you is Loneliness. '

.................. hmm?

"Tears are accessories for love.

You're my Necessary.

Bitter vegetables are celery parsley '

Did you do it?

You're making a brilliant mess of things, this!?

Celery and parsley, it doesn't matter what the hell!?

I had such a migraine headache reading a love letter about a song from the eighties that I didn't know what the wrong rap was, that I had the illusion that a bump had settled on my side of my head.

It's so lovely.

My thoughts are heavy...

Slip your eyes into a thin sentence that doesn't come into your brain at all... and write four pieces in vain... of the last piece of paper, gaze to the bottom of it.

"From Sirah"

"Isn't that the letter Temehe wrote, Baba!?

"Yeah, 'cause he wants to read the letter... Huh!

"It's a letter from the other side!

I need information about my husband!

Well, when I saw this letter, I started to feel like I was expecting nothing from you, too, hey!

Between the sentence and the sentence: 'Yoche kella!' or whatever letter you want to write back.

"If I have, a letter from the other side"

Gilberta takes the letter out of her nostalgia, on the verge of beating up a meat man sitting in a chair.

No, you said you got the letter this morning.

"... if you have one, tell me quickly."

"There was a circumstance and hesitation, it was"

"What's the situation..."

"What the hell? 'He tried to push me away... No, he pushed me, and Sirah ran over to Gilberta.

... Shirakha stood up... and thrust me... baaaa...

"It's easy to predict, this is what happens."

"... oh yeah"

It seems it was a well-known fact that Shirakha would storm out when I showed him the letter.

... then tell me first. I've wasted a lot of damage on Abalone.

"Wow... Mr. Shirakha, you can move so agile"

"Yes, that's surprising.

Estella and Ginette are also too surprised to be half relieved.

Wendy is pulling lightly.... I don't know, Wendy, she's lightly poisoned, but I noticed recently.

Take the letter from Gilberta to snap, carefully cut the seal, read the letters to mumble, and loosen Poya's expression like a maiden in love.

You're in a hurry, what's this guy's emotion?

"... Shirakha, and... ah... let"

I hold the letter to my chest and smile creepy as it is with a bright red stained face.

Scary...... grinning like an alien just before predation.

"... I'm too happy, I don't think I'm dead... yeah, I'm gonna die already"

"So even when you get sassy about making noisy statements!

I don't want you to die right now, I will!

"Syrah, will you let me read that letter?

".................. Lover... Huh!?

"Who will try to take away the jizzy? Find a place to be."

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"My story I was listening to!? Do you understand me?

I don't want no jizz. Hang in there!

I managed to convince the reluctant Syrah... mainly Lucia and Ginette worked for me... but I received the letter.

"I wonder what it's about. I'm thrilled."

Ginette told me she was a little excited to see someone else's love letter.

... but you can't really expect it. One crack was the fragrant lap tone of Showa.

It means everyone reads in turn... in the end, you're all interested... me and Ginette peek into the letter side by side at first.

... My face is close. Smells a little good................... Yet it's not hitting my arm. What? What? I don't know. Something I wish you were more defenseless.

The letter was written in a masculine and clean brush.

"Dearest Wife, To Sirah -"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Ginette leaking a sigh next door.

Seems so weak for this kind of thing. It's a maiden.

And the letter came out, like this.

"Living in my heart, to Sweet Angel"

"Sweet Angel" written in masculine, clean letters...... after all, this one looks like this too......

Slightly, keep the painful stomach under control, and I turn my gaze toward the continuation.

I'm sure the content is decent... maybe decent... absolutely decent... or I'll tear it apart...

'It's been a long time - and it's been too long to put it comfortably.

It's going to overflow the words I want to tell you.

Even if I ran out of paper from all over the world, I wouldn't be able to convey my feelings for you.

Still, let me write it.

How I've lived in this long time...

Sometimes cold winds blow in my city.

That's when I think about it...

If you were next door, we could've warmed each other up.

The migratory bird asks me on the sky.

"Are you really human?

I asked him why he asked me that.

"You only have half your heart in your body."

Yes... half my heart is in yours.

Even if we stay away, we're always together.

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Aitatatatatataa......

Ouch... it hurts...

It hurts extra because it's more serious than Shirakha's letter...

It's a trendy drama of the nineties or a line of words more like Angra's stage theatre that twitched. It is the violence of the Beautiful Quote by Poemer.

What, a migratory bird... don't talk to me, bird.

Besides, I was wondering if Jijii, who is about the same age as Shirakha, wrote this... it hurts even more.

Ginette has been silent since just now.

I'm sure he's been stressed out by the nearly stomach ulcer in this line of fucking cold sentences and he's out of line...

".................. dull"

... 'dull'?

"...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"What!?

Looking next door, Ginette was half crying.

.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................?

"But... dull............, it's a nice letter"

Seriously!?

"What do you call a letter, like this... directly to my heart... you feel that way"

Ugh, yeah.

It's ringing, the pain and the cold in this letter. I spine, it's too cold. I have a migraine, and my stomach hurts.

And yet why, Ginette? Why do you have such a warm-hearted, serene face?

"Oh, you know, Mr. Yashiro... next page..."

Urge!?

What!? I want to read more, this letter!?

I'm already at my limit and I want to stop here!?

"That's nice...... my chest is pounding"

Yeah...............

I don't know what's good about this, but something seems to have stabbed Ginette in the heart.

Difference in sensibility...... haha Also, is it even brainwashed............ hmm, that's not good.

I had the courage to fold the letter to unbrainwash Ginette.

"Ha!? No, Mr. Yashiro! Read it right to the end!?

"Are you telling me to read this asshole round letter to the end!?

"What, why not? Isn't that a nice letter? I look forward to reading it to the end."

"Yep..."

"Come on, Mr. Yashiro's with you."

Take this letter to the end... it's painful...

Like this, even the Takanoyama kid will get away with it. The spirit can do it.

"How about you pass Estella and ask her to look for clues? Look, the maiden Estella would be interested in someone else's love letter or something."

"Hey!? Don't do this! Well, then, you're like a lowlife who likes debauchery!

"I didn't say that. I said it was flat."

"You didn't even say that!?

I always think even if I didn't say it!

But I can't read a letter to the end that just this reading is going to make my brain melt pudding...... I'm going to write six sheets... damn it.

Ginette will have her read it later with the Estellas. I can't do this.

I haven't read any of them, but turn them one by one and watch them all the time. It's even painful to look through. That's as far as overlooking.

And when I looked at the last one...

"Ah......"

Ginette leaked her voice.

And at the bottom of the letter. Point to the sender's signature.

The name that was written there...

"Orchio"

- Well, that's the name I heard somewhere...

"Mr. Orchio is a friend of your grandfather's..."

"Ah!? Are you one of Old Yang Decepticon Pavilion's regular 'Shiitake Squad Jiji Baba Five'!?

"I don't have such a name on it!?

There are people who have come to gather at the Yangdu Pavilion again on Grandma Mum's account.

All of them, friends of Ginette's grandfather, used to be regular guests of the Yang Deception Pavilion.

"But maybe it's just the same name."

"Let's take a look at the letter. There may be some clues!

"Yep..."

You're gonna read it in the end............ I can't help it. Focus your nerves............... Read! I knew it was irrational!

Frustrated with eleven letters of initiation.

I already smell a bubble phase from all over the paper... 'Your eyes are more beautiful than diamonds' huh? You can't do that, can you?

"Ah, Mr. Yashiro! Look at this!

Ginette, who was reading the letter as if covering my share, calls me excitedly. I think I've discovered something.

I guess this is how the moment archaeologists figure out the new facts from the tablet...

"Here's a coffee story."

From me, I decipher the elusive string that induces Kasumi's eyes, and Ginette finds powerful information in the letter.

"Yada - I don't want to see it anymore -" he manages to persuade his brain to react to rejection, holding down his aching head and heart and dropping his gaze to a poisonous sentence that scatters his temper... and it did say 'coffee' there.

"... So, what does it say?

"Huh? No, if you read here..."

"I'm sorry, I can't. Tell me what it is."

"Eh... 'In the watchful world of the stars, I...'"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Can you translate it into modern language and then tell me? Chew it up for you, in plain language."

"Eh... and. Yes. I will try....................."

The eardrum dissolves when it is phonetically read.

What a world of stars to watch...

"I mean, Mr. Orchio had a lonely day without seeing Mr. Sirah, but one thing I've been able to do lately is make my mind jump, and that's..."

and so stopped the words, Ginette leaked her trembling breath.

Looking at his expression, he looked a little crying, very happy.

"... that I was once immersed in a store where I could have coffee back then..."

Stuck your voice just a little, but speak up hard...

"To… the second generation of coffee…… reproduces the taste of the previous generation firmly………"

That's the most delightful compliment for Ginette.

A coffee of memories my grandfather made me. A special, thoughtful coffee for Ginette.

A regular customer who knew at the time admitted that Ginette's coffee now tasted the same.

Then you'll be glad. I want to replace everything.

"Gu... Oh, excuse me.... Yes, I'm fine now"

Hold her lid gently, plush, exhale... Ginette grinned.

I'm not crying anymore. The joy must have been firmly placed in Ginette's heart.

"Haha...... sorry. After all, my face won't go back."

"Fine. You must have been happy."

"Yes.... Oh, but now you're quite likely"

"Ah. Now we can get him for sure..."

And I want to fly back to the 42nd arrondissement right now and shut you out of your old, old, short jizzy old days right now.

"When I get home, don't beat me up to your point"

"Why is that awesome!? Please stop!? Because he's not that sturdy!

Why do you ask!? Need a reason? Even though you are a jizzy mass producer of such exasperating hazards!?

Doesn't it make you stubborn because you're not sturdy... well, if Ginette says so, stop it.

I think you should pick the evil buds that keep producing such harmful substances early.

"Anyway, Mr. Assunt used to say that coffee wasn't much to drink and only some enthusiasts were fond of it"

Speaking of which, that's what we talked about.

Thanks to that, I assumed there was no coffee in this city.

"So if this Mr. Sirah's husband has been drinking coffee lately, it's likely he's a regular Mr. Orchio, right?"

"Well, yeah"

Why don't you go home and listen to me for once?

If you're different, you'll find someone named 'Orchio drinking coffee' soon enough.

It's also possible to ask Asunt to introduce you to someone who's buying coffee.

"............................................................................................................."

"Ha hoo.................. nice"

Estella and Wendy leak a hot exhale.

... You're lying, right? Tell me you're lying...

They read the letter Orchio received from me.

... Where are the elements of the array?

I still don't have goosebumps...

Aren't the remnants of Showa too strong around here?

It's called this streetscape, it's called a naughty sentence... well, it's nothing.

"Okay! Well, you've decided to do it"

I've already used the poison sentence, so erase it from my memory...

I speak positively.

"I'll be back in the 42nd arrondissement to meet Orchio."

"Yes, I will consider a dietary meal that will please Mr. Sirah and teach Mr. Nikka."

Ginette, two nights and three days from today...

"... if anything goes wrong, call me right away"

"Thank you.... but I'm sure you'll be fine."

"Right."

It was a success.

... Me too, I need to grow up a little.

"What dazo!? Call me or kick me out, busy Dazo!

"I want to say something about the treatment of the eagles, Death Neh!

A noisy voice enters the room.

Well... in the meantime, do you want to convince those two before you go home?