Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"Ha Bi Eh Ru"

"Oh, Yabeye... I wonder if I caught a cold. Wow, I'm getting cold."

Javier shook himself with his arms as I rushed over adorably.... disrespectful. So cute, me.

"Um, hey, hey, I need a favor. Uh-huh."

"Then first of all, would you stop talking that disgusting way? The cold's getting worse and you're going to get incurable."

"Irresistible............ bald?

"I'm fine. Yikes! It's not Ambrose!

"Ha, ha, Stuart. I'm here, I'm careful what I say."

Demily stuffs up to Javier with a demonic smile.

"Hey, Javier. Don't you dare say something terrible."

"You're the one who started it, Oba. Come on, we're gonna impose economic sanctions."

"Demily, you... you hate Estella so much?

"Even you!

Without a lot of people, a good old Osama steps on the community too. Stop it, 'cause the dust will dance.

"Mr. Yashiro. Come on, why don't you get down to business?

"No, because Javier would say terrible things if people went badly."

"... Was I out lousy earlier, Yashiro? I think you're better off, from the standpoint, but what's going on in there, you guys?

Javier cares more about the details.... I knew it would be only a matter of time before I demurred.

I am now coming to the Wooddust Guild in District 40 with Imelda.

I came to see Javier for a favor, but somehow there was Demily on the spot, so I think I'll talk to him later.

"Actually, Javier. I need you to lend me your horse."

"Horse, you say?

"That, don't you know? He has a long neck. He's a teasing creature."

"I know! So, that's a cluttered description!? There will be more, horse goodness and traits!

That's the famous horse lord. Horses seem to have a one-sided focus.

That's right.

Javier's horses are famous horses among the most prestigious among the nobles.

I hear that horsepower, as well as appearance beauty, is a first-class product.

I want him to be used in a parade. And that's what I came to talk to you about.

"I don't care if you lend it to me...... how much do you need?

"Five two-headed carriages... maybe twelve"

"That's a lot!?

Next to Javier, who is stunned, DeMily tilts her neck.

"If there are five two-headed stands, aren't they ten?

"One head at a time back and forth, let him walk the one who can't connect to the carriage. Ride normally."

The leading horse leads the way. The rear horse is a bodyguard and a replacement for a faulty horse to deal with when something happens.

"It's a huge parade again."

Demily, the lord of the fortieth district, naturally tells the story of the parade.

But it didn't seem to pass up to that scale.

"Twelve heads.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Currently, Imelda had told me that there were about fifteen horses that Javier was raising, that had grown well enough to pull a carriage, and that were being tutored. I mean, I'm asking you to lend me to the limit.

Naturally, even if there is a parade, we must also ensure that the carriage horses used by Javier himself are kept. Really, it's an unscrupulous favor to release them all.

"That's a little tricky."

"It's the two of us getting married, isn't it? You don't think I want to glamorize you?

"I'm not even close enough to bear that much, you and me."

Well, you'd say so.

Anyway, Javier's horse can even be a 'bargaining material' that crosses parity with the nobility.

If you do something bad and even get hurt, you lose a lot.

It would also be prudent.

Nevertheless, Javier is a man of deep nostalgia.

Though others, they shouldn't hesitate to celebrate what they know to do, and 'as long as something kicks in', they will spare no effort to help.

So I'm here to make that 'kick ass'... no, I'm here to hurt you.

"There you go, Javier! Why don't you compete with me?

"Ho... a battle"

Javier's mouth is grossly warped.

Apparently it caught my interest.

"At the big food tournament, I don't know, because they did it right... it's a good opportunity, let me get revenge"

"... again, such an old thing"

"Shut the fuck up! Since that day, how many times have I wet my pillows... Huh!

Who is it?

It's a runny nose.

"It's not remorse!

Spit it out.

Shortly after you lost, you looked refreshed, "They ate a cup, dude, dude."

... Well, at that time, I was in a situation where there was a bit more to me and I couldn't do long stories or anything.

"This is how you get excited about your battle with Yashiro. Fine, I'll take it!

Something more muscular than usual, Osama is right in front of me with a full grin.... Scary Scary Scary.

"So, what kind of battle is it, Mr. Oba?

Demily also comes up with herself to see if she was intrigued.

I'll have a glance at Imelda, who knows what's going on, and I'll start negotiating with you two Osama.

"You know Imelda got a great piece of wood that's said to be once a hundred years, right?

"Ugh... Oh, it looks like Austin and Xenobios have strained... Damn, he's desperate when it comes to Imelda... how much I've seen him do... bumps"

Apparently, I regret that they took that wonderful wood to the branch, not the headquarters.

You want me to tell you to take the best wood at headquarters and then move it.

"The city gates of the 42nd arrondissement have not yet been made. Outside in the woods, it is likely that treasure is still asleep"

"Oh, right. That's what I thought, and I'm actively sending wood dust from HQ to the gates of District 42."

"Thanks to you, the introductory tax for District 40 has been reduced..."

"What are you talking about, Demily? Instead, I heard the overall tax revenues have doubled with the opening of streets and the enrichment of food courts."

"Ha-ha-ha! That's you, Oba. You're a fast ear. No, actually, you're absolutely right!

Damn it, Uncle Tanuki.

The city gate in District 42 is currently a bit of a topic of discussion.

There are quite a few of them who come to the streets to try out if they can be used for work, and profits also accrue to the 40th and 41st districts, which become transit points.

The Forty-first District, which has become an Inn Town, is in a state. Next time, let Ricardo have some dinner.

"So."

Return to the story.

"Go through the gates of that 42nd arrondissement to the woods outside. I need some wood for the carriage, I'll have it ready. Of course, it's a win for those who have better quality wood."

Glad to have DeMily here.

If I were to take on a wooden guild and compete, it would have a lot of impact on the finances of the 40th Ward.

Besides, it is the city gate of the 42nd arrondissement that will be used this time.

As for the forty districts with city gates, it is not a story that can be welcomed at will.

A glimpse of Demily nodded with a gentle grin.

I guess that means no problem.

Rather, it's even a face that seems to have bitten one.

But.

Javier was different.

What's on that face...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

He was a professional face, accompanied by sharp eyes like a samurai heading into battle.

"Ho ho... are you trying to compete with me on my wooden job? You're too reckless, aren't you, uh, Yashiro?

Guild length of the wooden guild. Called the Epic Bucket Thing, the number one woody dust that I admit to myself alongside that Medora.

Challenge that Javier to battle with a woody job.

Through the word reckless, it would even deserve rudeness.

That's why I can find a way to live there.

"Sure, I'll take the handouts."

You can't win 100% on a positive offense.

So use the back moves.

"In advance, we installed the full cooperation of the Wooddust Guild District 42 branch"

"Ho... is Immelda coming that way"

"Yep. I won't forgive you, Father."

"Ha ha! Funny joke, Imelda!

Laughs off Imelda's provocative gaze in a luxurious manner.

If you try Javier, the victory won't waver even if you cut it. That's how confident I am.

"Of course, let me use Austin and Xenobios.... What do you say, Javier?

"I've been licked too......... those two kids, even if they call me all together, they won't even deal with me!

Still active.

i.e. the strongest.

What I have in front of me is the strongest wood dust of all time, although it is a devastating pity for character and sexuality.

Neither is Javier's confident aura.

"This way, it's going to take at the 42nd Ward Branch General... what do you do?

"Enough for me alone! I'll take a couple of paychecks, though. If you don't eat well, you don't get to work."

Javier vs. Wooddust Guild District 42 Branch.

You don't know which hand there is. It's a card with rough odds.

If this were the MEDRA vs. Hunting Guild District 42 branch...... it would end in MEDRA's overthrow.

Javier, the equivalent of that Medra...

"Then the due date is sunset tomorrow. The rule is to always go through the city gate in District 42 to the woods outside. And preparing wood for making carriages. It's better to have higher quality wood."

"Funny! That battle, take it and stand!

Javier gets up, spreads his thick arms like a bear, closes momentum to cross, and hits him to the chest.

A big collision sound sounds like it sounds like a scrap factory, and the walls of the room vibrate.

Don't shatter your spine if it's sandwiched between that arm and your chest, for sure.

"If you win, I'll lend you as many eagle horses as I want!

All right. Get the word.

"Instead, if the eagle wins..."

Javier's eyes gleam like fierce beasts.

"Let my sister slip!

"The moment I do that, I'll cut the edge."

Imelda stares into the eyes of a fierce beast with the extremely cold gaze of a blizzard.

The beast grows round and small, "Kuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."... When exposed to snowstorms, animals do, don't they?

"Well then... I want my sisters to say, 'Uncle Javier is cool'..."

So, Osama... do you really have to be my sisters?

"Be patient with Loretta."

"Nah! You have to be my sisters!

Yeah, it's the end of the line, you old man.

They really can't tolerate double digits of age.

"Okay. I'll tell my sisters!

"Yoo-hoo! I told you! I heard you! If there is anything that would defeat your promise, I will make you a frog even if I turn all of District 42 against my enemies!?

"Ha ha... then I could turn to the enemy too, Stuart"

Don't even get the word of his best friend Demily, who is pulling, and Javier barks furiously.

"This battle, whatever it is, will always win! Even if we tear Yashiro apart! Whatever cowardly hands you use! I'll make sure you take this win and show it! Imelda! You might be able to have a new mom, so don't get ready for your heart. Go!

"Oh, a stranger, Odishan, is saying something out loud."

You're cut off, Javier!?

Isn't that a little too much!?

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

Javier looking cute but... you feel like it's too late. You're not cute.

"Ko, kohon! Ma, well. We'll talk to Yashiro later..."

Javier turns a blind eye.

In short, you would want to sneak up on your reward in the absence of Imelda.

... this guy is willing to give his sisters praise.

Well, if Javier's gonna eat me up, I'm gonna do the best I can.

Naturally, to the extent that it doesn't overload my sisters.

If I rinse or something, I will speak to all the women in the 42nd arrondissement, including Imelda.

That would expose him to a changed look after three days.

Our women are scared.

Oh, no, no.

'Cause you're reliable.'

"Anyway, that battle takes it and stands! In case you ever lose, I'll let you use our horses as much as you want!

After I said that, I said, "Instead, huh? You know what I mean? Do you mind? Oh, I don't have to put it in my mouth. You know that, don't you?" I fly a desperate appeal like that into my sight.

... Stop. Because I don't want any Osama winks or anything.

"Ha-ha-ha... Oba, you've thought about it"

Demily leans on me with a translational face.

And gently close your face to my ear.

"... you have the soul guts to ride this battle and get the wood to use for the carriage? I know. The battle is" follow me ". Anyway, there's no way you can beat Stuart for a woody job. Oh, that's okay. I'm not going to blame you. I just got a little smart dating you, too. As much as I can see what you're thinking,"

"Demily......"

I'll just say one word to Demily, who spoke in her ear for a long time.

"... dazzling"

"You're not reflecting like that!? enough to make you uncomfortable. Come on!?

Hmm.

I've heard Osama whisper for a long time, and he wants to be mine. I need you to tolerate this much counter-attack.

Indeed, I intend to receive the wood used in the carriage as a 'next' to the battle.

Like a bravery award or something.

But DeMilly's thoughts are in a different order.

What Demily is saying is that I took the fight to get the wood for free...... The battle is' Next '.

But it's the wood that's 'next'.

My main purpose lies in that battle.

Honestly, there's something about wood, and Oomaro says, "Ugh! Good timber. Hey! It only works amazingly." The general public does not know the good or bad of the processed wood.

But horses aren't.

Everything Javier raised was different from the rest, from hairy to muscular to facial.

Different style even to wrap around.

A beautiful horse pulls a carriage carrying the bride and groom.

That's what makes a picture.

It's a battle for that.

I beat Javier, and I borrow a horse.

This is an unshakeable decision. There can be no change.

I have the secret to that.

And "Javier himself" allowed him to use it.

"Javier. I understand too much of your power. So don't hesitate to let me use the power of the 42nd Ward Branch. It's so cowardly in your eyes."

I'm not going to break my relationship with Javier.

This battle is only a show to stifle Javier's kindness.

So I don't want to give the impression of deceiving, embedding, deceiving and winning.

... Well, deceive, embed, deceive and take victory.

"Ha ha! Isn't that a lot of special victory, Yashirovo? Were you such a dumb, honest man?

While you laugh at me like this, you'll laugh at me even if I do something somewhat cowardly.

That's why... he said he could do something completely cowardly.

"I don't mind any cowardly hands! If you can beat me, try winning!

"Okay. Bye, Imelda. Please."

"Father..."

I push Imelda's back and push Javier forward.

Imelda crisped her neat face and said away in a voice without precipitation.

"If you mean it, you're gonna hate it."

"That would be too cowardly, Yashiro!?

It is a Javier Killer explosion.

What Imelda hates is what Javier fears most.

"But I do! Imelda, if you were a member of the woodcutter guild, you'd know. Get the woods in front of him. He's disqualified! I don't care what Imelda says, that's all I can bend! If you're gonna bend it, I'm gonna stop dusting it!

"Father.................."

To Javier's, unmistakable word, Imelda grips her chest.

"... your father's, you're right. I don't even want to see your father wandering in the woods."

Pride as a wood dust overtook victory as well.

Oh, you can't do this.

If this happens, it's impossible to say anything about these two.

These guys don't throw away their pride as wood dust, no matter what.

Well, I knew that.

This guy is only a jab.

Honmaru is in a different place.

"That's what I'm talking about, Yashiro. I'm serious!

"Oh.... so am I."

Then I'll show you, Javier...

You're a fraud. You're serious.

"So this battle. Wonder, this Ambrose DeMily will be the stand-up person. Let's fight each other, square and square."

"Ah! I'll take care of it!

Demily says and Javier agrees.

And I...

"Uh-huh... square... I don't know about that..."

I tried to show the difficulty.

No, because... you know what?

Quite grandiose, huh?

"Mr. Oba... that's a lie, but come on... right? I wouldn't frog about that, so come on..."

The confrontation between me and Javier cut the fire lid, watched by Demily, who turned her eyes on me like she was looking at a troubled child.