Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

Inside the annex, four servants were already seated.

All dressed in matching clothes, in a beautiful posture with a pissy stretch of spine, in a supple and folded correct manner.

... You already have a standby, but you were taking bathroom decorations and stuff without even starting an interview?

When were you going to start interviewing me?

"I was supposed to do the interview after the last bell rang."

It's time for Marul to pound his ear at me.

This guy takes a good look at people's faces. Should I be happy to save myself the trouble of asking questions, or should I be estranged from being creepy?

But now that it was before noon, they were going to keep him waiting like this for more than five hours, graciously.

What the hell are you thinking...... and looking casually at Natalia.

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I was staring jiggly at the corner of the room.... cat, you are.

What the hell is wrong with staring at nothing... and looking at Gilberta, I was staring at the same place...................... Huh? Even spirits who only look like sheriffs are there?

Even as I felt the creeps, I turned my gaze to the same place, and I observed...

"Ah..."

Natalia and Gilberta stared at each other, and a piece of paper was falling on the corner of the room.

... these guys, you found that right after you came in?

Should it also be an occupational disease...... and when I looked at Natalia again, I was staring at something different this time. I mean, I was flying my gaze all over the room.

The same was true of Gilberta, who had his gaze all over the room and was beginning to soften his mind.

Following their gaze, their foreheads were slightly distorted or a little dirt attached to the walls.

… remarkable. What kind of sight do these guys usually capture the world in?

"... unfortunately, those four won't be hiring"

"I think so, so do I."

The foreman leaks those words.

I see.

While in this room for a long time, do you not clean the messy room… or do you not employ those who do not even notice?... You're tough, and the world of service.

"Gentlemen. I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Let's start the interview."

When Marul proclaimed with a smile, the four supply candidates stood up together and bowed deeply in a unified move that the army would also take hold.

"" "" Regards "" "

... Is that even at the feeding and training school? Too much alignment. I'll pull the other way.

"Well, come on over"

Marul tells me, the candidates back down to the chair again.

"" … Deduction ""

Natalia and Gilberta whine next to me.

... and you guys. Stay with each lord, not me.

"Do not sit before Master Marul is seated"

"Agree, I am. We should wait properly, if there are signs of sitting on Master Marul."

"No, aren't you rude if you don't sit down if you're recommended?

"I mean just wait a breath. Whether you sit or not, it's important to stand the Lord first."

Stand the Lord and sit down.

I don't sit on the Lord's feet.

... It's hard after all, the world of supply.

Marul sits in front of the candidate, and we sit back in the chair that Chief Superintendent Cindy gave us.

The room is large enough to remind me of a corporate meeting room, where a long table is placed. At the table, I sat in the order of Marul, Lucia and Estella, and I sat next to Estella. Behind it, each foreman stood, and Cylon and Wendy sat a little further away from us.

Beyond the table, there's a supply candidate sitting in four lined chairs, still looking at this one with his spine stretched out perfectly.

... I have a problem with my seat. I'm an outsider.

"So, can you tell me why you want to work here in turn? Oh, I don't mind your name. Because only people who decide to hire me will tell me."

I can't help remembering the names of the non-recruiters. It's a little bizarre, but that's a reasonable opinion.

There are four candidates. Three are women and one is a man.

They look at each other in the face and explore who they speak from.... whichever way you want it, just say it.

"Hey......"

It was going to take a little while, so I call Estella.

"At what stage were those service clothes paid for?

"Huh?"

"No, look. You're all dressed up, aren't you? He feels the same way."

All the candidates wear chic service clothes based on black.

Although there are some differences between men and women, there is a sense of unity that clearly shows that it is the same uniform.

I thought this kind of thing would be paid for after I decided to hire it, but it looks like I've been wearing my service clothes since the interview.

... and I thought.

"We do not pay for service clothes, palm perfect"

Cindy comes softly from behind and gives me an answer.

Soon, he stood behind me without a sound.... Will this guy also be a master of martial arts... I didn't feel any signs or anything.... Blah, I'm a little surprised.

Nevertheless, what do you mean you haven't paid?

"No, because... you're aligned"

"Every young man who comes to interview us is going to be dressed like that. You don't have to say anything."

Is that like a recruit suit?

Like, "Put this on for now".

"Characteristics of this city...... but let's say. I don't really like it..."

In a disgruntled tone, Cindy said, moving gently behind Marul.

Nevertheless, the candidate does not yet begin to speak as one.

We've been holding each other back.... or do you feel like you're having trouble with what to do?

"Hey, let's get started."

When I let him cut the numbness and say so, the candidate shook his shoulder at the same time as if he had measured.

... Are you guys even connected somewhere on your nerves?

"Well, palm perfect. Who do you think we should start with?

Marul asks me with no heart or pleasure.

I don't know why I have to decide, but I can't even look at the candidates' matchmaking.

I say toward the only man sitting on the left edge.

"From that man over there, say it in turn"

At times like this, it's a man's job to cut ahead and struggle.

Or if I had a man and a woman, I'd take the initiative and sacrifice a man. I have no reason to be nice to you.

When I nominated him, the man stood up and began to give reasons for wanting this place to work in a straight position like a brisk toy.

"Dear Marul's morality and personality are echoing in the form of praise in the ears of an unknown wasp as well, and if we were to dedicate our lives from childhood, we decided to be great people like Marul. This time I saw the job offer, I trembled with joy, and it was up to me to apply without any response or response."

'Kuki' bows that seem to sound all the time, and the man takes his seat.

What a hard explanation.

In short, 'Marul wants to work there because he's a celebrity' is all that matters.

That's why you lack fun.

I'd be the most prominent candidate not to hire.

And then the woman next to me to the right rises up.

This way, he keeps a straight past attitude like a doll with wire.

"I, too, decided that Master Maru's morality and personality were echoing in the form of praise in the ears of an unknown wasp, and that if he were to dedicate his life from childhood, he would be a great person like Master Maru. This time I saw the job offer, I trembled with joy, and it was up to me to apply without any response or response."

Huh?

I accidentally looked at Estella and her face.

Estella and even Lucia over there look pompous.

That would be so.

This woman said exactly the same thing to me as the other guy.

Marul sends his gaze over here.

"Right? You must be in trouble, right?" But I'm going to turn my back on you. "

These guys, seriously, why don't you go to some training center?

So I guess I was taught, "Let's say this in the interview," too.

The woman earlier said 'Me too' first, then used the singular name 'wasp'.

Perhaps even though the stereotype I was taught turned out to be a 'wasp', I used the singular name 'me' myself, as I usually do.

"Well, the next person, say something different from the first two."

When Marul said with a gentle smile, the third candidate was clearly upset and made his expression strong.

I look around at the grate and get up feeling like I had no choice.

Unlike the first two, my spine is bent and restless.

My lack of confidence is seeping out of my whole body.

"Uh... and, uh..."

"Whatever. Tell me what you think."

"Ha... then..."

A candidate woman who bends her neck at a subtle angle and replies carelessly, not knowing if she's leaning over without even looking at Marul asking.

... There's an awesome scary aura coming through my back... and I glanced right behind my back and Natalia and Gilberta were grinning with such a scary full face... eh, what? Does a foreman learn to be murderous or something about this attitude of a forensic?

The woman startles to open her mouth, twisting her neck restlessly.

"Uh-huh... I think we all think that, after all, the future feels like anxiety... so a workplace where stability is sought... an environment like... I wonder if it's big..."

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..................... are we done here!?

What's "but"?!? Say it to the end!

"Well, the last one, please."

"Ah, yes. I feel the same way. I mean, I think everyone here feels the same way. Right? Right, guys?

"Oh, oh."

"That's right."

"Yeah, I think so"

After receiving three other replies, the last candidate turned his satisfied expression to Marul, "Right?" He uttered a short word and sat down.

... salutation, where have you been?

"Yes, that concludes the interview. Then, gentlemen, eat some sweet baked sweets and be a little more generous."

Marul just made a declaration of termination and the candidates all look surprised.

... No, no. You've had enough.

This is a big problem. The young people of this district.

At the same time as Marul's declaration of termination, Cindy stands up and starts preparing tea.

Cindy and I exchange two or three words, and Natalia and Gilberta move out at the same time.

I thought you were going to help me with the tea...... they started picking up garbage in the corners of the room and wiping the dirt off the walls.... how much I cared.

"The servants don't like to keep their Lord in dirty indoors."

Estella told me that when I was following Natalia's behavior with my eyes.

"If it's true, cleaning someone else's hall would be disrespectful to the owner there... this time, I think Mr. Marul instructed me to start cleaning it up."

Marul smiled, as Estella's anticipation was winning.

"The reception room that invites guests is the face of the building. The fact that it's dirty is like mud on the face of the master of the hall."

"You can also be insulted that if the destination to which your Lord invited you was a thin and dirty place, 'you look good to that extent'. So Gilberta hates the dirt in the other reception room... he's cute."

A little rule of the lord's world is lectured from both Estella and Lucia lords.

... please don't. It's like you're trying to drag me into that world over there, and I'm a little scared.

Cindy finished handing out baked sweets and tea in front of everyone when Natalia & Gilberta cleaned up the room.

If you noticed, at some point a small table was also placed in front of the candidate.

... and those candidates, they didn't move at all. I'm watching Natalia and the others clean it.

"I'm sure they're meant to be the 'guests' of this hall."

"Or on par with us - I mean, lord temptation."

Spicy words are brought about by Estella and Lucia, although the voice is not audible to the candidate.

Or Lucia. The way I put it, I'm gonna stand like a lord, too. Or do you want to argue that I'm being flippant and disrespectful too?

"Come on, enjoy it"

Says Marul with a delightfully illuminating look.

Did Marul bake it?...... Isn't this what you're cooking wheat in a kiln?

"With the cake from the Yangdu Pavilion, it was determined that this would not be classified as bread, and we pay a fixed monthly tax."

That's what Estella tells me.

You know, taxes on personal hobbies as well... a run-down business.

Put baked confectionery in your mouth created by following such a cumbersome procedure.

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But...

"Hey, this. Isn't it delicious?

"Me too, I think it's delicious."

"Right? Right?

I totally agree with you.

All the candidates admired this subtle baked treat.... admire, do, ru?

I looked softly at Estella's face... and put a bite of baked sweets back on the plate. Doesn't look right on your mouth.

"What is it... an elegant flavor... like?

"Oh, yeah, that. I just thought so too"

"Uh, shit! Awesome adventure!"

"Well, I know first-rate... targeted?

Something's up, candidates.

… or.

"No, you don't taste good, here"

Unlike the crunchiness, it's kind of disgusting anyway with a "colored" tongue.

"It's not sweet enough, it's not toothy enough, it's so powdery, it's so tight on your tongue."

"Yashiro... you are truly honest"

"It's Estella. Then that means you agreed to it."

And so on, but the two lords look happy.

But there were people who didn't take my remarks for granted. Candidates.

"I think that's too rude an opinion!

"Yes! I think my mouth is too much!

"Don't you think there's some more way to put it?

"I think. I mean, aren't you a gastronomer?

"" Ah, there he is, this kind of person ""

All you can be told.

Still, the tone of these guys catches on.

I wouldn't even tell you to use beautiful words, but at the very least, you should try not to stress out a tone.

"Palm Pippi"

Marul smiled happily at me when I was exposed to swordswallowing gaze from the candidate, besides sending me a round of applause.

"If Palm Pippi was a candidate, I would have hired him instantly, but I'm sorry."

With joy, he looked somewhere sad, and Marul looked me in the face with regret.

... Me hiring? After all, because you're handsome?

"This baked treat is a failure. The amount is messy."

Pelo and tongue out, cute little boy and slap his head tight Marul.

... I wanted you to do that another thirty years ago, you know.

Now, did you deliberately take a different procedure to fall within the category of 'failures'?

"I don't have the right taste for anyone who finds this delicious. Dining is very important... right? I'm sorry."

With those words, all the candidates failed.

After the candidate returned, we moved to the reception room in the main building, where we were eating decent flavored baked sweets.

"It's delicious. I like this."

Estella, who had silent dead fish-like eyes earlier, is cheeky with baked sweets as a delight.

Squirrel, you are. Hopefully.

"How was it, palm perfect?

With a tea in one hand, Marul turns an interesting eye to me.

"That's a tonal phenomenon until it's stunning. Minority is obsessed with obsessive-compulsive ideas like evil."

"Twenty-ninth arrondissement...... yeah. Most of the" BU "are young people."

Marul drops a sigh in a cup of tea.

I shrug in loneliness as I stare at myself in tea.

"It's boring, I can't believe we're all together..."

That sounded more like a criticism of the "should be" air surrounding this twenty-ninth district than of the young.

"Those who make their own little frameworks and get in there tend to be stronger."

For example, those called gal gal men who like to use bizarre fashion and unique language are often implicitly imposing their own set of rules on others.

I need to dress like this. It's dull. I'm not looking good if I don't know this model. I can't talk without being in this place. He who does not know this word is late, etc... Sometimes words such as' dull 'can be given as if they are sins. Whoever commits that' sin 'cannot exist in that group.

Because of those implicit rules, they desperately pursue 'fashion'. Even if the epidemic is an extremely narrow, world-only one that only works between them.

Those in a world where such severe constraints are imposed will see a certain peculiar tendency.

That's the synchronous phenomenon.

An easy-to-understand example is how to talk without concluding.

"○ ○ What is it ~," he said, a way of speaking that does not cause criticism or rebellion to the target by clouding his conclusions and drawing clear conclusions.

Assuming they argue with you, "That's not what I'm talking about," you just run away.

After "Very Dahl", "So I don't work hard" and "But I work hard" are both possible, so I can return the palm the moment I buy the other person's unhappiness.

Also, "Oh, yeah? It is also used a lot."

This is easier to understand and tone the other person - "same thought as yourself" = a way of speaking that draws them to "your side".

"O-oh, yeah? The correct answer to" is "Isn't that right?" and "Is that right?" "Isn't that different?" is not an acceptable response. It hits' sin 'where they say it is.

"Seriously, it's impossible," "I can't read the air," and "Sam," if I respond like that, they get rid of me from within the group.

So they, they desperately fix the surface.

"I'm on your side," he wears an easy-to-understand mask.

But what 'self' I was forced to fix easily disintegrates, and soon bores out.

"Earlier candidates, that's typical. The moment I was banned from stereotyping, I couldn't even use my salutation properly"

"I think it's an extreme example."

"That's not what it is."

To Estella, who leaks a bitter laugh, Marul shakes her head with a troubled face.

Unless Marul purposefully assembled a particularly terrible young man, it would mean that a randomly assembled young man turned out oh, and... I'd say it's a pretty serious situation.

More serious is the fact that the phenomenon of tuning has begun from the "imposition of tuning" to the "elimination of dissidents".

If that trend becomes stronger, it may eventually evolve into a "self-recommended caution stick".

"Self-recommended cautionary stick," to put it bluntly, refers to a person who pre-seals an objection, "you can't listen to him because he's a terrible person," or a psychology that causes him to pre-develop negative campaigns such as "You can't get involved because he's lying all the time," and tries to pre-eliminate the existence that seems to disprove him.

Even though it is not in a state of war, all citizens become disgusted and hostile to a particular country by expressing the will of the country to "not welcome the enemy countries, eliminate them". Few people try to bring their people together in such a policy, and in fact such a country exists.

If they do that to District XXIX, this negotiation is sure to be broken.

"And those black clothes, no one wore them until a while ago..."

And, Marul offers a piece of paper.

There were articles written astonishingly about fashion popular within "BU," featured food, etc.

Apparently, it's like a tile version.

It's a piece of paper, so it's not an information magazine, it's an information paper?

Words are translated automatically, so if anyone has a language suitable for tiles, it may be relatively easy to make.

Japanese typewriters get complicated, but an alphabet can make it into a simple structure - something like that.

"Oh, this is..."

"Ah..."

Wendy finds something and Cylon sees it and leaks his voice.

Look at what you two are looking at and annotate Marul like he's bored.

"Now, people like this are popular."

Ahead of what Marul pointed out was an illustration of a simple but flavorful woman, even if it was a beautiful painting......

"This... I don't care what you think, it's Natalia"

The outfit, the atmosphere and the hairstyle, no matter how you look at it, were Natalia herself.

"Every few months, this is how they write articles like," These people are beautiful. "

"So this is a coincidence...?

I'm staring at Natalia in the info paper so Estella can eat in.

Illustration of a woman with short cut black hair, intelligent glasses and chic, mature black costumes.

The illustration does not resemble the facial construction, but the atmosphere is very Natalia. Natalia to see. The more I look at it, the more Natalia.

"That's why Natalia was held abnormally..."

Estella squeaks in "Falling Into the Heart Face," like an example of the word falling Into the Heart.

"Is the impact of this information paper amazing?

"Mi-na, but I pepper what's written there, so much so. Especially since this just came out yesterday. If not issued, the trend will become more pronounced."

"Yesterday today, all the people in the city, that's how it turned out...?

Lucia's expression is strong. You seem to feel like a little bit of a fear.

Indeed, as far as the people in the city are concerned, even the acts that come from the aesthetic sensations we have shared for a long time… and so it seemed.

If that's the reaction of someone who hasn't seen the information paper for a while, then the influence of this information paper can be said to be considerable. In conjunction with the city's intentions to hold on to the cutting edge of the epidemic, it's outrageous.

"And those black uniforms, they suddenly popped up one day. As soon as it was on the info paper some months ago."

"If that's all the influence, you're going to think about sponsorship around the garment store as much as pushing poorly sold colored clothes"

"Sure, if it works well, the info paper will get money and the clothes store will make a profit......... but you can often come up with that in this moment, Yashiro is"

"Though it would be common sense for money to flow where it has influence"

If the current situation in this city has always been like that, a merchant should be sniffing it out.

"So when I painted a beautiful painting in that now fashionable black garment... here's what happened"

Estella smiles dry when she sees a beautiful painting similar to Natalia's.

And the city folks saw Natalia in her so-called "stylish" clothes who looked just like a beautiful painting... alle, huh?

When I glanced at Natalia, she had a slightly more complicated look when she saw the information paper.

I know that my popularity was created by the boom, and I guess it's also something I think.

"So… the world has finally caught up with me"

"Your positivity, sometimes I envy you!

What a tough heart you have, you.

You don't give in that your popularity comes from your own beauty.

"Is this information paper something that goes out like this besides being pasted on a bulletin board?

"If you go to the store, they'll sell you. Actually, I got this for you. You're gonna give me that, every issue."

To Estella's inquiry, Marul gives her a bitter look.

Perhaps it's a stomach to get into the aristocracy and attach it to a friendly sponsor. Don't look so confident, the source of this information paper is.

Well, if you're a nobleman, maybe you want to incorporate fashion as soon as possible and put it up for one of your looks, or maybe you're not mistaken as a strategy.

"Well, you're happy for someone who's happy with this. To me, what young people think is pungent."

Speaking over with open arms, Murr looked unwelcome to this current situation.

Even in Japan, there are many examples of fashion magazines setting up fashions, admiring and imitating celebrities seen on television and magazines, which can induce a synonymous phenomenon.

In other words, this illustration of Natalia-like on this information paper, which gives a strong influence within 'BU', is now state-of-the-art within 'BU', with women admiring and men scorching, so to speak, like a charismatic reader model.

"Ah. Look, Yashiro. Here."

Turning to the article Estella points to, she says, 'This is definitely going to work! An interview at the nobleman's house, a complete strategy guide to the answers, "in which an exemplary answer was written," Humanity and personality, even in the ears of an unknown wasp, "as the candidate had just spoken.

... If you have time to memorize something like this, practice so that you can get a decent answer.

"But if many pepper it, don't snort that a young man of similar thought will be produced in large quantities"

"Does sharing information mean the better?"

Hearing the lord's conversation, Marul is nodding plainly.

"I love unusual things. People also like people with different personalities"

Marul says in an outfit that takes his gaze off the information paper and looks up at the ceiling.

"... human beings are supposed to be completely different from each other and unique to everyone"

There are no exactly the same people.

Even if you witness the same place at the same time and the exact same thing, the thoughts you hold are a thousand different. That's the personality.

Everyone should be like that without having to look... and Marul seems to think.

"So, you know, that's what payroll is, and I want to ask someone to hold on to me.... but it's hard, you know, to go around looking for people."

Currently, Cindy, the paying officer, is the only one to serve in Marul's Hall.

You think I'm cutting up this big hall all by myself?

"Neither do I, because I'm old enough, do I want you to do something that big? I'm just glad to help you calm down."

He's next door when he eats dinner. He just wants me to do something to that extent, like say "good night" when he wakes up before he goes to bed, or he wants me to help him take care of the flowers in the garden.

"That's why the interview is so easy. If you talk like yourself and excite me, I'll hire you right away.... but you're not quite there, there's a young kid who clears that 'Be Yourself'..."

"Um... what was that room about?

And Estella asks Marul.

In or out, the uncomfortable reception room where Natalia and Gilberta put their faces up.

Of course that makes sense, too.

"That's the promise I make every time."

"I'm embarrassed. I want you to stop."

I complain to Marul, who speaks happily, with a face that Cindy flaunts.... or illuminated.

"When I was sent out of my house and started living in this hall, you recruited a salary. That's when Cindy came... ugh."

I remember the time and smile zero.

They teach you to string up important objects in your memory so that you can hold your mouth with both hands and miss them.

"I was so sloppy at the time, I didn't want an interview. That's why I kept you waiting for about two hours. So, when I went for a peek, I was cleaning the reception room perfectly."

"I just moved in and haven't cleaned every corner yet, with..."

As if exposed to past failures, Cindy looks troubled and gives a slightly lit look.

Candidates for service who mainly start cleaning the building without permission... Sure, there's going to be a difference of opinion as to whether to call it good or disrespectful.

But I guess that means Marul really liked it.

"If anyone goes into that room and starts cleaning spontaneously, they still decide to hire them immediately."

"Really, loose judgment, the job here is"

Still, there are no recruits, and Cindy is the only one currently serving in this hall.

"Ugh. I'll tell you everything you want to hear, to apologize for putting you on a boring interview."

That being said, Marul flew a wink to Cylon and Wendy.

Perhaps you're listening to me from Cylon and Wendy.

I hear Marul's working with us.

... Maybe if we scratch 'BU' around, we can somehow do the whole city tune phenomenon that Marul doesn't like...

So, if so, maybe the interests are in agreement.

So I started by asking these questions.

"First of all, I want you to tell me why my lord's sister can be our enemy to the lord."

Let me see if Marul can be trusted.

This cooperation may be a trap set by the lord himself.

"It'll be a little longer, but it's probably best if you ask me what my situation is."

Drink up the tea and place the empty cup on the saucer.

Marul spoke slowly across the slightest interval until Cindy finished pouring her new tea.

"I was dumped when I was twenty. family and into this city."

The story began with such shocking words.