Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"I am Sirah. Sirah of the Agehacho tribe. Years apart from my loved ones...... my heart is Loneliness when it comes to the sun being so glittering and dazzling. If I stay like this... my heart will get lost..."

"Syrah!"

"That voice..."

- Hiheen! Pakalan! Pakalan!

"Orchio!

"I picked you up on a white horse, my sweet stray cat"

"It's lovely, Orchio-chan... like a prince..."

"If I'm coming to pick you up, that's about right. Just me, princess."

"Geez."

... What, this discomfort that's going to fall out of my back teeth.

With a fist that held him tight, he said his temples, "Dawn! I want to do that."

"That's nice..."

"Yep..."

Gardens in the thirty-fifth district. A small play of Jijii and Baba is played in an open place right next to it.

The setting is that the thin happy girl, separated from her beloved man, comes to the place where her heart's solitude is deluded by beautiful flowers, and the thinker comes to pick her up on a white horse -.

Well, the reality is, I'm about to ferment, not a pretty girl of thin fortune, Baba...

The garden is forbidden to visit on a vehicle, but permission is given specifically by the lord as a performance that attracts the audience's heart.

Yes, this is a play to show the bugs in the garden.

"...... (Shirapi. In front of everyone, it's 'Mr. Orchio')"

"... (because Orchiosha is Orchiosha)"

"... (already, cute, Shirapi)"

They look like Norinoli too.

"But does this really reduce friction with the worm tribes?

A short distance from the Orchios, Lucia asks me with a stern look on her face.

But, Lucia. Take a good look around...

"The bugs in the garden, they're all staring at you."

More than I could imagine, Orchio and Silaja's little romantic play seemed to work for the girls who fall in love gathering in the garden.

The girls' eyes, nailed to a small play alongside each other, were moisturized as they lurked without exception.

And the faces of my 42nd arrondissement...

"You look happy, Mr. Sirah...... dull"

"Good to see you... I'm weak like this..."

"Dear Estella, If you don't mind with a handkerchief soaked with my tears, please use it...... lululu"

"Ugh... Shiraha, very pretty..."

"Yes, you have a nice smile..."

........................ it's a cry.

Uh... where can I cry, this short cont?

If you could just drop me a gold dalai from the top of my head, I'd be pretty naughty.

"Sure, it's going to work... I almost cried four times too..."

"So much!?

So where do I cry, you short cont?

By the way.

It's me who's been letting others play small plays scattered so far, but it's not me in this script. I made the plan, but the content was based on Shirakha's ideals, decided by the girls while they were having a cute discussion.

It is a story of love, packed with dreams and ideals of the maidens.

... thanks to this, I don't need more hassle to prepare a white horse abruptly or allow a ride to the garden...

"Dear Sirah... beautiful..."

"Oh... the eagles were mistaken..."

"It can't be that two people who love each other so much are separated..."

And, since we have tremendous support for the audience, well, shall we?

... I may not understand the sensitivity of the city's inhabitants... and you can often recognize that as Shirakha. What did you see? No, it's in person, it looks like it.

But it's simple.

I feel like the Bugs have an honest and straight ethnicity by the extreme.

The Cabriels who keep Lucia's word, and the Nikka of Sirah First.

Wendy and Millie are also penetrating favorites who don't know to doubt people.

And the Magpie Cho tribes other than Nicka, who looked after Shirakha, were like that without leaking into the example.

I went to the Hall of Sirah once for the screenwriting conference and convinced the Agehachos that they had shown a great understanding, as Nica said.

He stuck around and saw Orchio and Silaja who couldn't leave, and then saw Silaja's happy face and reconsidered their thoughts.

I was lightly shocked that Lucia said, "With such an easy thing..." but I also had a hard time getting the two of you to meet, and you know what? I don't know if it fits my thoughts, so I don't know about public opinion.

Have a small hour meeting and another hour to prepare.

That's how it got carried away after lunch, in the afternoon sun, when a little play started.

"My friend Yashiro"

Watching the little play of the Sirahs, I heard a calm voice from behind.

Gilberta is among the women who make a fuss and keeps one calm.

It would be horrible to have this kind of guy.

This guy is always too emotional. Excessive, anyway.

"It's a big deal"

"You got the audience enthusiasm?

"No... around my neck"

"Neck?"

Looking back, Gilberta was crying. With no expression.

"What the fuck!?

Her face was grated with tears and runny nose, her neck and even her collar were slightly wet.

"I'm kind of thrilled, my chest... I can't stop it, I have tears and runny nose"

"Oh, already! You too!?

After all, is this guy the same as the other maidens?

I just can't describe it well.

"Look, don't move. Because I'll wipe your tears and everything!

"I don't think so, I am. But I can't stop, I'm thrilled."

Sensitive or prone to flushing...

"You're a foreman, too, so learn Natalia and build your normal mind."

"Dear Yashiro. I appreciate your appreciation, but unfortunately, I'm not a normal person either."

"Yeah... you too..."

"Yes. Looking at those two, here's the thing... around the back of my chest... it murmurs"

"You apprentice Gilberta and get your heart back a little purer"

No... this guy is seriously ill.

It's too late.

"Come on, Sirah. I want you to come with me! Let's live together!

"Yes, Orchio!

The play finally welcomes the climax, and the audience swoops over the two of them leaning against each other on a white horse.

Leaving this place and going for a new world - and it's a scene that seeps through those thoughts.

"With the above in mind, the first performance of Orchio Silaja's Theatre of Love will end"

"The second performance is due in two hours. Invite your friends to come check it out."

Hey! Ruined, ruined!

Don't go back to the vegetables!

But the audience is full of applause.

Curtain call...

The audience also seemed to enjoy breaking this up as a play.

What's a second gig? What are you gonna do?

Pakalan, Pakalan, Hiheen and the Orchios are coming this way.

"Hey, I was embarrassed."

"Hey, I can light you up."

"Oh, you guys have always been like that"

If you feel ashamed of me, I'd like you to weigh in a little more.

"But Shirapi. It's Mr. Orchio during the performance."

"Hmm, I'm thrilled to be with Orchio, followed, accidentally"

"Haha. Lovely, Shirapi ~"

"What, isn't that embarrassing?

I think it's more embarrassing that way with vegetables, though?

Get off the horse, Cora. How long have you been crossing the white horse? Don't look down on me.

"I want to take you back to the 42nd arrondissement."

"Well, it's a love escape."

"No, you're going home."

It's just the way home for Orchio.

The white horse slowly walks out and approaches the audience in the garden.

Is that fan service? Fine art.

... you just want to brag about your own daughter-in-law, Orchio?

"Ha, as long as there's a white horse, I'm sure... dazo"

Carl, who was entrusted with the back of "Orchio Siraha's Theatre of Love (Laughter)," is bumpy about something.

No... I don't think it's a white horse, it's not enough for you.

"Katakuchi Iwashi. Master Shirakha will return to the hall once. Deskara, you can rest too, Desyo"

Likewise, Nica on the back comes down to me.

Well, it was only about 20 centimeters floating.

"I'll call you back when the second gig is near, Descara, I hope you kill time wherever you like, Desyo"

"We'll go back to the hall and have a drink."

"Then I'll serve you about tea, Death. Yours is out, Desquedo."

Nica turns a high-pressure grin.

This guy...

When I glanced back, I was tongued out.

It doesn't seem to change what they hate, but it's no longer like being rejected.

Instead, he was starting to talk to me about that and this.

Even if it's a step by step, I'm starting to respect this opinion, and I'm coming to check every detail. It's all because of Sirah... but this is quite a change.

"I don't know, you've been very cooperative, you guys"

"Something monk, Desca?

"Yi-ya. It's easy and helpful."

"Humph...... Death"

You look grumpy, but you don't seem so angry.

"... such a happy face, Descara I've never seen"

That is, of course, a statement referring to Sirah.

Nica and Carl are still young.

I have been by Sirah all my life since I was a young child, and the people of the clan have taught me how to deal with Sirah, and I have carried it out without question.

For years I have been in the nearest part of Sirah and have lived for Sirah.

But I never saw a smile from the bottom of my heart.

"The eagles... were wrong Descane?

"It's up to you guys to decide that."

There is no 'if' in life.

I can't go back the time that's passed, and I can't turn what I've been there off.

If you mourn the deed as' wrong 'and divert attention from reality, the past will have been in vain.

But if the time so far leads to the future... if that's what you think you have now because you had that time, even if you've made a little mistake, can't you say it was a 'mistake'?

I can't do anything about the past, how much I scratched my feet.

Turning it off or deluding it.

Then you can at least feed him for the future to be positive. If it helps, I didn't throw it away for failure.

"How did Master Sirah feel about spending time not seeing Mr. Orchio, Descane...?

Now that what we think we've done is overshadowed from the ground up, these guys' feet are getting rough and unstable. If you do poorly, you may never get up again.

You can't keep that anxiety and leave it by Sirah.

When I see these guys who are starting to think, "Wouldn't we have been better off without ourselves," Sirah thinks of her happiness backwards.

Trouble, then.

So always this guy needs to be flipped and happy at the bottom.

This one's trying to fix the wedding.

The people involved this time, without one exception, have to be happy and full from head to toe.

The wedding is the happiest thing I've ever seen, so I'm going to advertise it.

For my benefit, I will confiscate your misfortune.

"I don't know the right answer, but there's only one thing I can say."

Turning his face this way as he rocks his tentacles, Nica blinks her eyes on the verge of destruction.

"The time I spent with you, Sirah wasn't unhappy. That's for sure."

"Hey... how can you say that, Deska? You know, I've only seen you for a little while... don't tell me what I know, Death..."

"So listen, has Sirah ever hit you guys hard? Ever been made unholy? Have you ever been yelled at? Ever been ignored?

"Oh, no, that's never happened, Death Yo! Master Sirah is not one to do such a terrible thing, Death! Death Karah is always kind and very good for the eagles!

"Then that's the answer."

"Heh............?

"People can't be nice to someone who makes them unhappy. Even you, not just for the role, but because you like Shirakha, haven't you been doing everything you can?

"Oh, yes... Death. All the eagles love Shirakha-sama... and want to be useful..."

"I know that, so Sirah was happy that those people were there for me"

Shizuku falls from the eyes of Botori and Nikka.

All day today, ever since I met with us, Nica has been busy running around.

That would have forced me to move around that way so that my brain wouldn't think of anything extra to protect my mind, which was only going to get me into anxiety if I did slightly.

We could have made those we loved unhappy. I couldn't wipe away that anxiety.

"What... I don't know, Death... because I don't know what Master Shirakha really thinks..."

"You're too blunt for favors from others."

"Hey, why Deathkah!? That's not true, Death Yo!

"You don't even notice how close you get to being beamed like this."

When I saw Karl properly, he was in a great hurry to cross his arms with 'X'.

I'm not telling you. He doesn't rose, and he doesn't realize how much he made it smell.

"Wow... I don't know, Descara... people are favoring me or something... that's, uncertain, I need to ask you properly... I don't know, Descara..."

"So what is it? You can't trust me without saying," I like you because your eyes are big and cute "or" I like you because you're full of energy and it's fun to be around "?

"Become!?... Nah, Descah, suddenly!? Ba, silly deskah!?

It's not like I'm confessing.

That's what I'm talking about, you know, feeling it in the air.

"Oh, you must like this guy about me," you said, "you've never felt the air like that.

"You want Shirakha to say," I'm happy now "and" I'm happy about that "?

"Ugh... if you can..."

This guy's a pain in the ass.

The troublesome nature of the worm tribe gives it a condensed character.

Somehow...... if I can convince this guy, I feel like I can overcome the prejudice the Bugs have against humans.

This is the model case.

Then why don't you try?

The easiest way to communicate your intentions without words.

Once you get a feel for it, you'll know it's this guy.

I don't really need words to tell you how I feel.

"Shiraha!"

"Ha ha. What is it?"

Silaja and Orchio come this way on a white horse.

You're not going down anymore, I'm sure. I don't like it that much, it's just a little bit away.

That's enough, but even on the horse.

"Nica worked hard on the back."

"Oh. Thank you, Nica."

"Yes, no! This much... naturally, Descala..."

Nikka strayed her gaze from Shirakha to see if the hindsight would come out of her face.

I called Shirakha because I thought it would happen.

Come on, eat up, Silaha.

You can't help but eat it if you react like this in front of me.

"Oh? What's wrong, Nica?

All right.

There, Nica. You make a humble statement. What about your personality?

"... no, nothing, Desyo"

All right.

Yeah, yeah. Bugman, that's awesome. Easy to handle.

"I'm a little tired. Because I've been running all my life. Huh?"

Hold Nica's shoulder and peek into her bent face.

And I was stared at with a very scary face.

"What do you want, Deska, you!?," it says on his face.

Everything is as you think.

What do you want?

I want you to understand.

Well, all you have to do is not think deeply and feel it. Take what you have but keep it.

Look, they're coming.

3... 2... 1...

Phew...

"... Huh..."

A small hand of Sirah can be placed on the head of a leaning Nica.

Gently stroke the hair that looks soft. Nica's tentacles shake with her hair.

"Not really, you can't push it. Thanks for everything, Nica."

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There's a membrane of water in my eyes that was staring at me.

Were you ashamed that I was watching you, Nica can push my face away with her tenacity.

I can't do it with Shirakha over there.

So I just had to get me out of here.

I get it. I get it.

... I just couldn't imagine how powerful the tension was. Add or subtract, remember. Huh?

"Oh...? Nica?"

"It's okay."

Lie down and pour a worrying gaze at Nikka shaking her shoulders.

"This is the first time I've ever been through this."

"First time?"

"Oh. I mean, people give me thoughts."

That alone seemed to make Sirah feel something and understand everything.

I'm not getting old for Dada.

This guy had been exposed to various emotions for a long time. It would have been less of a push to kill your feelings.

That's why I'm sensitive.

"Really... you know... I've only ever gotten one. I'm sorry."

"Oh, no... Huh!?

"Thank you, Nica. I love you all."

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

Nicka is deprived of her words by Sirah's smile as she raises her face and tries to argue with tears scattered.

"I really like Nica, too."

"……………………"

Nica's always showing clear expression collapsed when she was given a word directly from the front that overflowed with thoughts.

Distorted in shame, numbing with tears and runny nose, screaming with an undecorated, as-is, heartfelt voice.

"I know, Desjo!

Cry out loud like a child, rubbing overflowing tears rampantly.

"I know, Desjo! All the time, I knew it, Desjo!

This guy didn't know Sole.

But let me tell you something - there's no such thing. Sole was what I always felt.

That is.

Nica realized that she had always been, and never was, loved.

"This... warm... eagle, I know Death... I knew Death... ugh"

Holding Sirah's hand with both hands placed on her own tweezer, Nica leaks a whimper and keeps crying.

Shirakha was not unhappy.

We were not neglected.

On the contrary, it seemed so important...

Nica now feels with her heart what she thought she would never know if it wasn't spoken.

The words are lying, but the mind is honest.

A pure guy like Nica, you just have to believe in the heart.

Words are for scammers like me to make the most of it.

"Oh, my God... Orchio-chan"

"Yeah. Go for it"

Put a no in Orchio and Silaja gets off the horse.

And when I stood in front of Nica, I stretched out my little body to the fullest, hugging Nica's body.

When Sirah's hand touched him, Nica entered the scene, leaned down... and wept again.

Squat Nica, Syrah wraps up softly.

Like a grandmother who forgives her crying daughter.

For Sirah, Nica is probably as important as wanting to comfort him, even away from Orchio.

That's pretty awesome. You can be proud, Nica.

"Yashiro, you."

"Hmm?... oh yeah"

Orchio gives me eyes on the horse.

Let's get out of here a little bit.

Now, you should do it alone.

Line up next to Orchio's white horse and take a distance from the Sirahs.

With a calm face, Orchio muttered without telling anyone.

"Good. Her time is full of happiness."

Time that was a separation, a relief that Syrah lived happily ever after.

Think of it as happiness to you again. The thoughts of the two elderly seem to be fully matured.

Even if we stay away, these guys' minds may have stayed together forever. I guess I never forgot it for a moment.

"Um, Mr. Orchio"

Slightly, Ginette dyed her eyes red slowly approached her.

What the hell are the tear marks that linger?

With red eyes, Ginette's expression now looked very flashy.

With such an uneasy look, Ginette asks Orchio.

I'm sure you've always wanted to hear something.

"Mr. Orchio was happy at that time when he was not able to meet Mr. Silaha................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

The time Orchio couldn't see Silaja.

It is also all of Orchio's time that Ginette knows.

What was Orchio thinking about that time...

"Of course, I missed you.... It was painful and hard.... Originally, I don't like being alone. Ever since I was a little girl, I've always been around to tease Shirapi."

Kiku...... and Ginette's hand is tied.

Steady yourself in a similar outfit to prayer, like holding your chest down.

"Loneliness was hard, I was afraid of being alone, and I ran away. I even ran away, ran away... before I ran away, there was a Yangdu pavilion"

Those who have their hearts covered in darkness tend to walk into darkness.

Avoid downtown and into the alley, avoid people's warmth and aim for a place where no one else is.

But humans are weak.

Even if I escape seizures, I get tired of escaping one day.

When I'm exhausted and unable to move, I get scared this time.

Possessed by a fear that seems to get you into solitude only... you can't escape from it. Alone, absolutely.

When you see the lights...

"In the imminent darkness of the sun, in a lonely place where no one was, as bright as the fire was lit there only...... I rushed in without hesitation"

- I feel saved.

"I still remember that. The noise of the doors, the smell of coffee you can walk into the store... the calm, sunny old man's voice..."

"………………"

Slightly, Ginette snorted.

I guess he remembers this one too. Give me your grandfather's voice, your smile, the feel of your hand stroking your head.

"I never go out, but I'm always there, and you always welcome me in.... Without the Yangdu Pavilion, I'm sure I wouldn't have..."

Turn to the deep wrinkled lettering engraved on Orchio's cheek.

That feeling... you can only empathize a little bit, me too.

"... he was my one and only best friend. Zermals are good people, but he's special."

".................. Yes"

Ginette bursts into tears at Grandpa's stories she hears from others.

But he has a grin on his mouth and a satisfying look on his face as if he were a girl just after he found out the end of the picture book.

"So, Ginette... I was, you know, happy."

"... Yes......................... thank you"

He cared about my grandfather.

That was a thank you word that was going to go on.

"Ha... that's kind of embarrassing"

"Yes...... hehe, right"

Look at each other, all aligned and smile lightly.

Orchio stroked his moustache before moving the horse forward.

I guess you want to be a little alone. Head to a place where no one else is.

Ginette stands in front of me and follows Orchio's back with a gaze. I was dressed to turn my back on this one and remained silent for a while.

Maybe he's having a conversation with Orchio's old man.

"Mr. Yashiro..."

With my back turned, Ginette calls me.

"Hmm?"

Short reply.

Overlapping words further felt wild.

"I like the Yangdu Pavilion"

"Mmm..."

I have a big boob clerk, I'm not joking right now.

"I want to go home soon. To the Yangdu Pavilion. I feel like I haven't been home in a long time."

"Right."

Me, too. Time to go home.

Magda's waiting for you with her neck long.

"Right. Mr. Magda is... hehe... a little sweet."

"A little, huh?

"Ugh...... so with a few more additions"

A little bit, maybe.

Still, that's a very sweet assessment.

"Mr. Yashiro..."

The voice changes.

Minor nervousness... Minor anxiety...

"... happiness, is it?

Ginette not turning this way.

Ginette's ears, however, stain bright red and represent Ginette's heart as it should be.

It's easy to answer... but...

"You want to hear it?

If you don't want to tell me, I do.

"………… no"

I shake my long hair and Ginette looks back.

"After all, fine"

Dyed bright red, Ginette's face with a troubled lightning laugh was filled with some relieving tenderness.

This is the face that symbolizes the Yang Deception Pavilion today.

Grandpa, are you watching this?

Be glad.

The Yang Mai Pavilion has been safely taken over by Ginette.

"Me too, I like the Yangdu Pavilion."

"Heh... is it true?

"Ah."

A dazzling grin spreads across Ginette's face as the light of dawn plunges in.

With a small stride less than half a step, Ginette leans over here one by one.

Rather than moving forward, it feels like my body is turning forward impatiently.

"Ugh, I'm glad. I'm so glad Yashiro said that!

Speaking of which, did you ever make it clear that you like...

Hmm.

Even if I'm guessing by the air, there are still things that make me happy to be put into words.

"Calm down, the rice is delicious..."

I'm going to make it clear to Ginette, who's getting closer and closer and eventually suddenly getting closer to me.

'Cause I got a big boob clerk.

"Mmm! Repent"

Pompous, he hit me in the head of the nose. It doesn't hurt at all, with a breezy punch.

But shortly afterwards Ginette laughed strangely.

Yeah, yeah, that.

Because you have that smile, you like it - the Yang Deception Pavilion.

I won't tell you if my mouth is torn.