Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

I don't feel comfortable.

"Ma'am. Would you like some tea or something?

"Fine."

"So cakes etc..."

"You don't need that either."

It hit me a little hard on the service that cares about wasps and gives me a voice, and my self-loathing soon struck me.

... Damn, what are you doing, wasps.

"I want you to stay calm for a while.... but I appreciate your concern. Thanks."

"Lady... it's a waste of time"

There are many things that the wasp learned from Mr. Yashiro, but among them, this' putting gratitude into words' was a very meaningful learning.

I was taught that what I was given was actually built on someone's effort, and I realized how blessed I was when I looked at it.

That's what I felt, not words, but hearts and minds.

I found out that he... sometimes looked closer and sometimes farther away like Mr. Yashiro was always running around than anyone else. Exchange something for someone. That's how hard it is to work...

How foolish and dwarfed I was not even to know it and just to be given, not to be thankful.

From now on, I'm committed to working hard on each and every one of them.

Ever since I started doing that... it's a strange thing, and I feel like the ranks of my suppliers have increased by one. The level of care, the politeness of the work and, above all, the bright atmosphere that always makes me laugh.

By changing the wasp, he changed those around the wasp.

I felt so full of it.

It's like the soft air that Yashiro creates by involving those around him... it's very comfortable.

"You're a strange person...... really"

Bad eyes, bad posture, sloppy outfit, open your mouth and you talk about boobs or some kind of grievance.

Under the guise of an unmotivated attitude from day to day… Behind it, I am more active than anyone else.

Those who don't know him must underestimate him.

The wasp, too, at first I wondered what a rude man he was.

Poorly spoken, disrespectful attitude and sayings.

Nasty way to talk about this one coming at you pinpoint where you least want to be poked.

If you turn to the enemy, no one will be more troublesome.

But if you're on my side...

"You've changed, everything around the wax. Of course... and the wax."

I can't believe that a wasp that's said to be a hundred or two hundred men can be unsettled and disturbed by this...

Just one, Mr. Yashiro might forget me............ and I just think so.

"... I don't like it. The wasps are like that."

Let's hit the wind... and go out to the balcony...

"Ooh! I'm here to see you!

Nothing will change, you always looked the same and Mr. Yashiro was waving at us.

Standing in the garden, looking up at the balcony, smiling and happy.

Not at all... don't even know people's minds, it's a pleasant thing.

"Please let Mr. Yashiro through!

I went back to my room, told my waiter that, and the wasp lowered his back in front of the mirror.

I'm going to see him, so I'm going to have to go through the brush.

"It's like being seen sleeping in a pattern... heh heh"

I couldn't help but laugh when I felt my heart pounding.

Where was my anxiety earlier...... so much through the groom and brush. The wasp has changed.

It is the lady's taste that keeps you waiting.

... but the wax feet are faster than usual, busier, and kick the floor.

It's like a loyal dog waiting for his owner to return... I don't like it, I don't know.

I just wanted some room to settle down once somewhere and give my lips even red...

Heading into the living room, the supply opens the door just in time, so I ended up in front of Mr. Yashiro, with no loosening of any wasp gait.

Maybe it's a thought to be too good.

"You didn't have to be in such a hurry"

I'm not in a hurry.

Mr. Yashiro sits on the sofa in the living room and looks up at the wax.

I'll at least give you an extra grin at the resistance.

"It's always the same."

"Then you should calm down a little bit. About in my own house. Huh?"

... I'm worried about you.

You're usually more graceful, aren't you?

It just so happens today............... oh why did you say 'as usual' etc, wax...

"Ugh... Wow"

"What, that? Kind of cute, huh?"

Hmm.

It's a slight resistance.

I was just told the protest was cute.................. glad to hear it, huh?

I'm glad you're not a Dog. I'm sure if the wax had a tail like Mr. Paula's, he'd be pretending by now.

It's something you shouldn't be a lady, such as exposing someone to your heart.

"You look palpable, really."

... That's crazy.

I don't know, my thoughts are coming off all the time.

"So, what can I do for you? Or did you want to see the beautiful face of the wax?

"I'm here for tea because my throat is dry."

... tea.

"Did you want a cup of tea while watching the beautiful wasp face?

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Like that."

What a throne...

"Ugh... wow"

"So what is it? It."

... That's crazy. You just told me this is cute...

"Well fine. I'll get you some tea in a minute."

"Oh, wait a minute"

Stopping the wasp from trying to call for service, Mr. Yashiro had some kind of look on his mind. What are you going to do?

"Sometimes, why don't you two make it?

"You two?............... what is it?

"Tea"

"Tea?

"And tea contracting"

"... two wasps and Mr. Yashiro, are you?

"Ooh. What do you say?

Act like you normally do and I feel like they said that...

"That sounds interesting."

I will not commit the foolishness of turning down Mr. Yashiro's invitation.

Make it for two.

What a pleasant sound, isn't it?

"Salary superintendent. Send all staff back to the dorm. From now on, I will forbid you to enter this mansion until I have permission!

"No... you don't have to be so thorough and alone..."

"If you want to do it, by the way!

"... well, fine"

Hehe...

The wasps cook... never even thought about it.

But the talented wasp thing. You can probably cook at the manager level without any difficulty.

"Bye, Chief Salesman. Sorry, but don't rent the kitchen."

Mr. Yashiro speaks to the Director of Supply, who bows back to it. What a smart response. That's the foreman. She doesn't say anything unnecessary, she can do it.

"The lady will definitely do it, so I'll have hot water and a change of clothes for you. In the event of any further unforeseen circumstances, we apologize for any response. If it belongs to the Mansion, I don't care what they do."

"Discover the extra! Be careful, Chief Superintendent!

"Hey, you're a well done foreman."

Mr. Yashiro, please don't praise me poorly. The foreman will be in good shape.

Totally...... the wasps say 'soften' etc......

"And since the lady is quite a maiden with that, I thought pushing pretty hard if you were going to make things progress would be another means"

"Ooh. I'm telling you something extra, don't you have to be mad at me?

I have the information I need.

Make the most of the information you get… I think it's an arm show. Well thought out.

Then about enough, that and this and getting ready, the servants left the mansion.

And the wasps and Mr. Yashiro wore matching aprons, and they lined up in the kitchen.

"... why are you so flirtatious?

"Oh? You look great, Mr. Yashiro."

This adorable pure white apron features frills around the shoulders and hips.

Mr. Uklinez, this is the latest model of the design. You look great, Mr. Yashiro.

Next time, I'll have the ribbon ready. Somehow, something that looks good on Mr. Yashiro.

"Well, let's get started."

Before the ingredients, Yashiro gave me a brave look...

"... puffy, wearing frills, crispy... dull"

"You made me prepare, you frilly apron!

You shouldn't.

Mr. Yashiro is kind of cute and makes fun of me.

"Do you have anything you'd like to try to make? I just want you to give me a break for being difficult."

"That's right..."

Numerous dishes that Mr. Yashiro has made and spread so far.

Cake or pasta. Grilled rice balls or okonomiyaki......

They were all delicious and all I wanted to eat as many times as I could.

"Okonomiyaki...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Oh, come on, let's get you some tea."

Oh?

You can have wasps, tea and okonomiyaki, right?

But you're right...

"Is there anything about the taste of Mr. Yashiro's memories?

Anyway, I thought I'd like something to eat today because of this opportunity.

I thought I'd like to know more about Mr. Yashiro.

"Right............... apple pie, I guess"

"Apple pie? And, you know, it's apple pie?

"Ah. That's that apple pie"

"You put your clothes on a whole apple and fried it in oil?

"That's an apple cutlet!?

"That's what you call apple pie in the 40th arrondissement, right?

"Apple pie in the 42nd Ward! He's got Apple in his pie!

"There's a nipple in your boobs?

"You, you've gone crazy since you came to District 42, for sure!?

You're out of your mind.

If that's the case, the cause is definitely Mr. Yashiro.

... the wasp, besides its,... Mr. Yashiro, is not something that can move your mind.

"Because it's plain for you. I was wondering if shortcakes and such were more thoughtful."

"No..."

So unusual, Mr. Yashiro gave a illuminated look.

Looks illuminating, but happy...... with a childlike, unyielding look.

"The general made it for my birthday. That's, well... wow, that was delicious."

Madam General, that means Mr. Yashiro's mother.

... mother's, memorable... flavor.

"... I envy you,"

Speaking of wax memories...

"The wasp ruined your mother's taste."

The last dish my mother, who lay on the hospital bed, made by pushing me forcefully to feed the wasps......

It's very easy, but with all my heart...

"The wasp couldn't eat the last dish your mother cooked for me..."

If I eat it, I lose my mother's cooking.

I can't have it cooked again, the last dish...

"If you think so, you can't speak very much..."

And unbroken, decayed......

Mother's cooking will never be... eaten again...

"Not only am I watching... but I wish I had eaten properly."

It would be just stupidity...... if it were in front of Mr. Yashiro, that would be forgiven too.

I was just telling Yashiro that there are no specifications...

"It must have been delicious. It must have been the best thing in the world......... you did a shame. The wasp of childhood."

If Mr. Yashiro was there for me then...

I've been thinking about that a lot lately. Impossible, hypothetical imagination.

If we can start over... I'm sure the wax...

"Then you can imagine as much as you want."

"... to?

Mr. Yashiro turned his gaze to this one as he peeled the apple.

And, Nico, smile...

"It's the best in the world, isn't it? Even if I come across something really delicious, I think it's better than that. Isn't that amazing?"

"No, that's... the wasps are just saying it on their own..."

"No. It was absolutely delicious."

I swear I'm good at it, and...

"There's no way a mother can beat a dish she made with all her heart for my child."

- That's what I say... to my words, with absolute confidence.

"Your wife's apple pie hasn't been surpassed by anyone yet."

"To no one?... Yashiro can't reproduce it?

"I feel like I'm getting to a point where it's a shame... but you haven't"

"Even a luxury owner chef?

"It's not even close to my feet."

"... the manager, but?

"Right............... yeah. I guess the general's better at one yet."

"Yes... it is..."

The flavor I can't go beyond being that store manager...

"Mothers are great, aren't they?"

"That's you, you're the mother. Dada said she didn't raise any children."

Indeed.

Your mother knew everything about wax, didn't she?

From favorite foods to favorite colors, disliked creatures, scary places, obstinate and crying reasons...

"Whatever dish you come across, it's beyond delicious. Awesome."

"Ugh... I feel a little overwhelmed when they say that... I'm starting to feel that way"

My waspy mother wasn't that good of a cook.

The food was mostly made by the servants.

However, because the wasps rejoice and occasionally they stand in the kitchen themselves............... oh, you do.

"Wax... I loved your mother's cooking"

Yes... much more than any cook's cooking.

"It was such a delicious dish that it made me stop crying in an instant by bending my navel unreasonably."

"That's awesome. If you can reproduce that flavor, there will be no more war from the world."

"Is wasp eclampsia that important?

'Cause I'm good at it.

Mr. Yashiro jokes and raises his hands.

Now the cut apples are simmering in the pan and they have a very sweet aroma in them.

The pie fabric seems to be made from what the service used to make, and this is going to be done soon.

"That smells delicious."

"It's delicious. Naturally."

"You're confident."

"I just... I don't know because the fabric is my guy"

"Then now treat me to the perfect apple pie"

"That's how you sassy selfish me, you are"

"Naturally. Who do you think the wax is?

"No, it's not about bragging, it"

"Help me too," says Yashiro, who doesn't quite understand. But just because 'this wasp is next door' should be quite a help, I would never help.

Line up the apples, cover the dough...... to the oven.

After work, the wasps stayed in the kitchen and talked while standing.

No other love, just the usual conversation. All the while until the pie is baked.

In the quiet mansion, all you can hear is wasps and Mr. Yashiro's voice.

Speaking of which, you've had that happen before.

"If it's bright, we're not scared of each other."

"Huh?... Oh, it's a late-night deserted mansion. It's a pretty rare case of being scared of a new building."

"I was scared because I was in my new home. If people live there, memories will be created and engraved in every corner of the mansion."

That said, the wasp pointed to the kitchen floor and told you the story of the birth of the wound that was made there.

"This wound was made when I flipped a large pot in an attempt to sneak a pinch."

"You, what are you doing?

"... I'm so pissed off..."

"That's right."

"'Why can't we wait long enough' and..."

"There's no point in arguing."

Good memories, not bad memories, including everyone...

"I already have a lot of memories engraved into this mansion. I'm not scared even late at night right now."

Walking down the dark corridor will blow your fears away if you remember what happened there during the day.

If you think this is your place, you're not afraid of anything......

"So, Mr. Yashiro"

Please...

"Don't lose your memories"

The days I spent with the wasps. the time engraved in my heart.

"Ma'am, if I saw you further, I might get scared and cry."

When a wasp cries, you must be in trouble, right?

Anyway, other than your mother, you're the only one who can stop wasp tears, Mr. Yashiro - because you're the only one.

"Totally......"

Sighing, Mr. Yashiro opened the lid of the oven. And I used mittens to take out the apple pie.

Apple pie with grilled eyes is fun for the eyes and looks delicious...

"You're selfish everywhere, Imelda."

... for a moment, I almost missed that word.

"... Huh?

"Come on, let's cut it up and eat it"

"Now!............... name...?

"Hmm? Ah.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

With thighs, Mr. Yashiro puts his hand in his clothes and snags his chest.

Thus, in the withdrawn hand, there is a small seed............

"Intense characters like Imelda, I'll never forget them."

- Whoa!

"Yeah... yeah... that's right! For a moment, it's a serious sin to forget the beautiful name of a wasp."

Glad...

I can't believe I'm so happy to be called by a name...

"So, suppose you're going to be punished by the crime department? See, sin destroyed."

Mr. Yashiro offers a slice of freshly made apple pie without being offended.

Also, with such an unrelenting grin............ about you, who can work disrespectfully on the wax to this extent.

"I'll have it."

The freshly baked apple pie was very hot, crisp and deliciously chewy, reasonably sweet, with no blemishes of good acidity... it was delicious.

That's enough that I don't hesitate to praise you honestly anymore.

"… delicious,"

"Mm-hmm! But it's better, isn't it, the general's!

"I can't imagine a better apple pie than this."

Is it because it's freshly baked, it feels better than the apple pie from the Yangdu Pavilion?

The wasp is definitely the number one apple pie I've ever eaten. I can't believe there's more to the wax...

Let's call it number three.

"... three?

"Number two is your general's apple pie"

"What's the best?

Question asked casually.

Mr. Yashiro silently pointed his index finger at the wasp, who was alarmed that he would even play with words of some kind again anyway.

When you tilt your neck without knowing what it means, you get these words from your lips.

"Probably better than that, the dish your mother cooked for me. Not for you."

- My chest hurts.

I don't cry or... but still...

"To the best of my knowledge, I can't believe you're beyond the two best cooks... your mother thought you cared a lot about Imelda."

Take that as a matter of course...

"I can't cook like that without thinking about you."

The wasp said what he wanted someone to say... so easily...

"Imelda, you were loved."

……… how far are you…………!

"Mr. Yashiro. I have two favors to ask you."

I can grab my chest. But I manage to swallow the apple pie and roll it up with a quick mouth.

I can't see your face... but only your voice, don't tremble...

"'There's no way a mother can beat a dish she made with all her heart for my child'... Yes, you said it"

"Ah."

"Then let us continue to make and eat many more delicious things. Every time, I feel like I can touch my mother's feelings."

"... I can't help it. If only in moderation."

"Then………"

My voice... trembles...

No, I can't. A little more, just a little more patience, wax.

"My mouth is hot. We can't deny the possibility of burns, so please call for help as soon as possible."

"Uh, hey. Are you okay?"

"Serve! … as soon as possible……………"

"Ah...... Mm-hmm. Okay. Well, I'll get you some."

That's a good guess, really.... that would help.

"Mr. Yashiro."

"Hmm?"

To a distant footstep, just one word.

"Thank you... thank you"

"...... hmm. Mutual."

The footsteps that keep you away are mild... a little lonely, but for some reason relieved...

"Ugh... Ugh!

I can't stand it, my tears are falling.

Mr. Yashiro... maybe you think the wasp is crying because he thinks of his mother.

Half of them are right.

But Mr. Yashiro. The other half...

"Again... the wax is... about you... eh"

I can feel safe just by my side.

It eliminates hard suffering.

All the time, it shows us a new world.

Even if I try my best to be aware of myself being so dependent and independent that I shouldn't be...... I knew that being with you would fill me up.

Mr. Yashiro.

Half the wasp tears are... because you're sweet.

Please take responsibility.

Take responsibility... always remember about the wax.