Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"... excuse me"

Tracy sits right in front of us and bows her head in embarrassment.

I change my dirty dress, get my hair done, get my makeup done too, and my nose is stuffed with cotton..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"What an unfortunate finish..."

"... even though she's beautiful"

This is where we will have an exchange of views with Estella. Seems to agree.

We are currently preparing meals, so we will continue to wait in the reception room.

There's been a change of clothes for Tracy, and she's been here quite a while now. Noon is long past. Despite getting there earlier than planned.

Incidentally, a four-person sofa is placed across from each other in the reception room so as to sandwich the tall table, with a luxurious one-person sofa on the upper seat.

I knew exactly that Tracy would sit there, but she sat in a four-man seat.

"Come on, all of you, come on in. And forgive me for being a little anemic and putting my hips first."

"No...... yeah. You should rest your body well. Anemia is scary."

"Oops!

"Whoa, whoa!? Another nosebleed, you lord!?

"Dear Estella, please weigh yourself"

"What, me!? Is it my fault?

I'm surprised by the nosebleeds, Estella, scolded by Natalia and confused. Nene is rushing to wipe away the red bumps that flew to the table with such messy air from us.

No, no, wipe Tracy first. The dress will get dirty again.

But without such a bare gesture to care, Tracy smiles weakly ~ with a hearty but glittering gessoli face.

"also,... sorry.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................."

Don't spray nosebleeds with "on."

After all, it seems that the lords here also belong to the perverted category. This is what Lords are all about.... and my breasts are pungent.

"Bo, why don't we sit down... huh?

Until Tracy arrived, I sat as I please, but because I didn't know where Tracy was going to sit, I stood and waited in anticipation of the time I was done dressing. but........................ now it's hard to sit down for a different reason.... clothes, I don't want to get dirty.

However......

"Ha... it's real, isn't it..."

Tracy's eyes staring at Estella suck.

It's a totally in love maiden's eye.

You don't think he thinks Estella's a man, do you?

He gets too hot a thermal gaze and Estella's expression is a little strong.

"It's not the first time, is it? More like this before when I met you at the Lords' Hall in District XXIX... Normally, I feel like it was?

Estella. You may have chosen the word, but it's like saying, "You're so weird right now" in the dark, right? Well, that's weird.

Tracy, however, had no discomfort with the nuances of such words, and smiled lightly.

"At that time, there were other lords, and I was allowed to expose my personal feelings on such occasions."

"That's, well, right... ha"

You can't say "Estella, adorable" in that painful place.

Well, I'm convinced.

"Oh, you know, Master Estella. Please, have a seat."

While nervous, Tracy points to the couch.

You're a gutsy bee.

That's why you used to pierce strange faces back then.

Is' BU 'harmonic pressure something that even outweighs these emotions...?

If so, it's a pretty breathless organization. What do you mean, "BU"?

Anyway, we can't just stand there forever, so we're headed to the couch.

In the meantime, one luxurious chair goes through and sits in line on a four-person sofa across from Tracy.

It's like pinching Estella with me and Natalia.

"Again, Mr. Tracy"

"Ha, ha!

Just being called by Estella, countless stars twinkle in Tracy's eyes, and hearts pop out of the tweezers one after the other. I hallucinated a sight like...

This guy really likes Estella. I don't know where that favorite vector is at the moment.

"Ho, today, thank you for inviting me. Thanks again..."

"I can't thank you enough!

A fine voice, all of that time, spewed out loud and clear, Estella's shoulders trembling with bickering.

To his own loud voice, he dyes red the face he sees, and Tracy shrinks on the couch.

"Shh, I'm sorry... I shouted out loud"

"Oh, no. Never mind."

"Ha... sweet. Dear Estella,"

To Estella's words, Tracy turns a lucid glance.

Whatever you do, Estella's fine.

Flirting and Estella pointing her gaze at this one for help. But I'm sorry. It's out of my hands.

Apparently, this guy's under Estella's jurisdiction, so I decided to make a round throw.

"Dear Tracy, Before your meal, may I make you some coffee?

When Nene, who finished wiping the blood off the table, takes it that way to Tracey, Tracey's eyes, which until earlier had melted in Poya ~, catch sharply in an instant.

"Nene! What's with breaking the hips of conversation!? Give it up!"

"Also, I'm sorry!

All of a sudden we shouted and all three of us were like, "Bitter!?" and shook his body.

Leopard weird.

What the hell is this weirdness? I even want to suspect you're really the same person.

Tracy still reprimands Nene for confusing us.

"In the first place, coffee doesn't have to be after meals and the market! You don't have common sense!?

"Or overlapping. Sorry!

"Enough! Back off!"

"Yes! Excuse me!

He lowered his head in a hurry, and Nene hurried to the door early, at a speed not to run.

Nene turns this way in front of the door and tries to bow his head deep again and leave the room.

Once again Tracy's fury flies to such a Nene.

"Nene! Where's the foreman who leaves the room leaving the customers! I'm not telling you to back off!

"I'm sorry!

He lowered his head with such momentum that he was likely to hear the wind cut, and after a short look indoors, Nene moved to the corner of the room, unlimited away from the table where we were, standing at the corner of the room without a seat.

In the meantime, I turn my gaze to look at this one, and when my eyes are about to meet, I rush away from my gaze.

... Wow, you're scared.

".................. sorry, ladies and gentlemen"

Just for a moment, after carving a deep crease between his eyebrows, Tracy smiled weakly and uttered words of apology.

It's hard to tell what I'm "sorry" for.

Is it "our foreman is a donkey -" or "he looks like he yells at me -"?

"Speaking of which, you have a habit of drinking coffee in District 42, don't you? I was so happy."

Like changing the subject, changing the voice and Tracy talking out.

Having information on the 42nd arrondissement made me look it up as a 'BU' or with personal interest...... Ha ha. Also, Estella lovers may have come to visit.

Whatever it is, it seems honestly delightful that the specialties of his district are distributed within the realm of his favorite lords, and Tracy has a red dyed cheek and a happy look on her face.

... That's why I feel unnecessarily uncomfortable.

How could someone with such a pure grin...

"Do you like coffee, Estella?"

"Yep. I've been drinking quite a bit lately. These two like coffee, especially since he's a pretty loud guy for coffee."

"Well, is it? Then I'd love to offer you a cup of coffee from our district."

…………

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".................. NENE!

"Ha, ha!

"I said, 'I want you to taste it'! Why do you have coffee ready right away?

"I'm sorry!

"I don't need an apology or anything! Take action now!

"Yes, I'm home!

- Will you speak so strongly to the foreman? And...

"………………"

Why do you always get such a sad look after yelling at me?

"I'm sorry. Every now and then..."

"Oh, no... never mind"

The air on the ground becomes ticklish.

And every time, Tracy starts talking in a bright voice trying to change the air with a grin to fix it.

"Speaking of which, has Estella ever had coffee in our district?

"Oh...... well. For once...... We had it at the city coffee shop."

"You shouldn't!

I embark on a ghost, and Tracy turns a desperate gaze.

"The coffee in the city's coffee shop is not real coffee!

Tracy gives me another sad look with some gourmet line in her mouth.

"Coffee changes the flavor dramatically with one way of putting it in. The scent can also be completely different. That's why we shouldn't fail to pay close attention in order to make delicious coffee… but 'bean consumption' is stipulated in this city, and beans that are in low demand like coffee cannot be used up unless we are forced to consume them…"

"As a result, increasing usage is a priority over flavour… so?"

".................. yes. It's very sad."

I felt anger in my tame mouth. There was no bare gesture.

"Princess Epilepsy" is such a way of being called, so I thought this kind of disrespectfully would poke at me softly... through.

That's all, or it even feels slightly avoided.

"If you think about drinkers, you shouldn't be able to put them in that way... they won't stay"

Tracy expresses her unbelievable thoughts in that expression.

This guy himself wants you to have a good cup of coffee.

Well, you're the lord of District XXVII, the region where the coffee beans come from, so you'd be more thankful for the increased demand for coffee.

And, most importantly, the guy who makes the crop tends to instill love in him.

Maumatt said, "Our vegetables are the best in the world! As they say in Australian," If you cultivate it with love, you will have unparalleled thoughtfulness for the crop and the products it is made of.

- That means you don't have to expect the coffee Nene's making me right now.

Perhaps the coffee in the coffee shop was either roasted or ground appropriately or doomed. Consume beans anyway. That was the primary goal.

That can't be tasty.

But Tracy seems to want you to have a delicious cup of coffee, and she wouldn't put it in a strange way.

I'm glad this guy is a decent idea person.

"Coffee is focused on flavor, the best amount is used, in the best way possible - and even though it's fundamental to push the excess coffee beans while the beans are still..."

Say, here!

Don't let him pull it out with a face that's often cheerful, like it's basic to push, this lord.

It didn't seem like a decent idea at all.

Coffee is a less familiar beverage, with less demand per se. So there weren't many customers in the coffee shop selling coffee.

I don't have any customers, so I can't even push the coffee beans.

So the only way to do this is to use coffee beans abusively.

As a result, you seem to be getting into a negative spiral where you can make shitty, unsavory coffee and your feet are farther away again......

Stupid.

Guests who leave without the right taste will never come back.

Nobody wants to talk about something that doesn't taste good. People avoid foods that don't fit their mouths as much as there are words for hating them. Even drinks are the same.

And "trust" based on previous experience plays a major role in the criteria for choosing food.

My first impression was "yummy!" And there is no second time.

Even if delicious coffee existed elsewhere.

"Oh, thank you for waiting... it will be coffee"

Put a cup in the cart and Nene is coming.

Tracy's expression tenses for a moment, but this time he seems to have swallowed his anger.

Maybe, "What 'will be' for coffee!?," he may have tried to make harsh, systemic, menial allegations about the clerk's customer service attitude.

It was the anger that didn't fly, but still, I guess I'm feeling Tracy's sharp gaze. Nene seems nervous about the bees.

Coffee is handed out to us as we make the noise of cutthroats, cups and saucers bumping into each other. Come on, calm down.

Now...... and look at the coffee handed out.

It smells good to get up, and the colors are beautiful. Looks like you can count on it this time.

"Come on, gentlemen. Enjoy."

"Coffee is after meals and the market is set," he said, recommending coffee before meals to us.

Hi, I feel a distortion to the point that this guy's personality is unnatural.

Keep an eye on Estella and take a cup at the same time.

Natalia won't get her hands on it until after we drink it anyway, so me and Estella decide to have it first.

Even though she started drinking coffee, Estella only knows Ginette's coffee.

If you let them drink it first by themselves and ask them for their thoughts, there is a possibility that they will suffer from words. That's why I want to see the flavor at the same time.

I have a failure at the coffee shop, so now I speak terribly. Worst of all, we have to be careful not to spit it out even if it tastes fucking bad.

I felt a very strong acidity when I included coffee in my mouth.

Estella's shoulder bounces next door.... Oh, speaking of which, I guess this guy never had a sour cup of coffee.

He glances at me with his eyes full of confusion. I know you're trying not to put it on your face, but if you look at me with a flicker on the side, you're going to be suspicious.

"The habit is strong, but it tastes good. It tastes beautiful and impressive."

Ginette's coffee tastes strong and creepy, but refreshing aftertaste does not disturb the meal.

This one, on the other hand, has a very strong impact with flavors such as coffee to enjoy. It has a flavour that I think Tong would like.

Therefore, Estella, a beginner of coffee, may not know how good it is. That's what I thought, so I put out a rescue ship...

"Oh well, if it suits your mouth, it would be an honor."

Tracy began to wander strangely.

Clearly not like the lighting on Estella, a reaction similar to fear...... somehow, it's a frightening way to make you wonder if you don't like men. Well, a female lord would mean a boxed girl, so maybe he's not used to men.

"Sure, it tastes completely different than the coffee I've been drinking."

"Is it true?...... good."

I guess I interpreted Estella's words with the meaning of "delicious unlike any other," Tracy's expression gets much clearer.

I guess Estella's intent is to say, "This isn't the coffee I know... it's hard to drink".

Even if...

A person named Tracy's expression changes a lot from time to time. Suffice it to say that it changes too much.

A mellow look at Estella, a look that seeped fear at me, and a look of anger more than I need to point at Nene and... a sad look that makes me peek afterwards.

Nothing meshes.

Someone named Tracy doesn't work in me.

"Um, I'm sorry. May I ask one thing?"

Natalia is in a good position to raise her hand. Even so, I'm not stretching my arms like a primary school student, but a small raise of hands that gently accompanies me near my face.

He looks to Estella with a modest raise of his hand.

He seemed to put his mouth on the coffee and the edge of the cup was slightly damp.

Ask Estella for permission to speak, because Natalia's responsibility for speaking goes to Estella.

Tracy snorts as Estella turns her gaze to Tracy.

After getting permission to speak in this roundabout way, Natalia turns to Nene.

"Milk and, if possible, sugar?

"Milk and sugar......?

"Yes, in the 42nd arrondissement, you have milk and sugar in your coffee. So if possible, I'd like to do that here as well, would you mind?

Oh, well. And now I think about it.

Whatever Natalia is, Estella, who doesn't like bitterness, always drinks coffee with plenty of milk.

I didn't even care because I always drink in black.

Has Estella demanded milk and sugar for Estella because of her body's desire not to be ashamed? That's sweet of you, Chief Salesman.

"In District 42, do you add milk and sugar to your coffee?

"Huh..."

Listen to Natalia, and Tracy asks Estella.

It is difficult around here, but a few noblemen say that they do not speak to other servants. He said that only those in a position of reciprocity had the right to talk to themselves.

Maybe Tracy does, too.

So, when it comes to Estella being directed to the question...

"Uh, yeah, well. Black may be the best way to indulge in the original flavor of coffee, but its.................. oh yeah! Kid! That's how I tried to make a wide range of people enjoy the delicious taste of coffee, from adults to children!

"That's a great idea, Estella."

He hid the true meaning of "I can drink coffee because it's bitter ~ I can" well and worked on it well.

Good diplomacy, or mouth-watering... I'm sure my heart is screaming by now. You're going to hear me, because the outer walls are thin.

"Nene. Prepare the milk and sugar immediately. I wanted to try it, too."

"Yes… but sugar, its… very expensive, so we also have a lot of stock in our hall…"

"Nene!"

"Ha, ha!

That, again, changes Tracy's look.

I'm guessing this leopard freak created a nickname such as "Princess Epilepsy".

"What makes you reluctant to invest in entertaining customers?!? Are you going to embarrass me?

"also, sorry......"

"I'm tired of hearing that line! Go to the kitchen right away and grab some milk and sugar!

"So, but I'm currently preparing for lunch, so bringing out sugar is..."

"If it's not enough, buy it! Don't keep your customers waiting! Run, Nene!

"Yes! I'll buy it right away!

I bow my head half crying and Nene pops out of the room.

They're really going to go buy it.

The sugar that goes out near the 42nd arrondissement is called 'poor sugar' and so on by some nobles. So perhaps it was the so-called 'noble sugar' that Nene went to buy now. Pretty expensive and rare, but... fulfill it, I wonder if I can get it.

".............................. haha"

When the door closed, the footsteps moved away and eventually he could not hear, Traci sighed painfully.

It was like, there was a lizard on the air, and a painful sigh, as if he had been thrown out while catching his throat.

"One, okay?

Estella asks Tracy as she fingers a cup of bitter, non-drinkable coffee.

At first, without gazing at each other, I turn my gaze softly after I'm sure Tracy turned this way.

This move has the effect of silently telling the opponent, "This one knows everything."

The person peeking into his or her own eyes feels a stronger intimidation than the simultaneously pointed gaze hits him or her. "The other person doesn't cower because he's sure of the victory," because his brain interprets it at will.

"Right now, we're the only ones here.... To tell a secret story, don't you hit it and put it on?

"Uh... no, but it's"

"I want to be closer to you today at the border. Tracey". "

"... Dear Estella..."

Light, unpretentious grin. That eases the opponent's alertness.

Estella is only really good at these places.

Psychological warfare like hunting down an opponent is bad, only psychological warfare that takes out the troubles and weaknesses that the opponent is hiding and brings them into a state where they can reach out.

In short, he's a psychiatric warfare specialist who goes from himself to pulling Baba.

".................. ha"

Drop a heavy sigh and Tracy drips.

Spread your hands to cover your face and grab your forehead with both hands.

Even if you decide to talk, you're nervous before you open your mouth.

Especially when it's like giving a glimpse of a secret scale that no one could reveal.

Apparently, Princess Epilepsy has a secret that no one can tell.

We stared silently at Tracy as she was ready.

"The truth is, it was supposed to be a more enjoyable lunch..."

"It's a reversal of the idea, Mr. Tracy. Spit out the weight of your heart here to make lunch fun."

"Dear Estella... hehe, that's a nice way of thinking"

I guess you're trying to ease Tracy's tension by appealing for intimacy, Estella stopped saluting.... That's a pretty courageous behavior, and if you do poorly, you can't complain about buying an unhappiness and getting kicked out... Luckily, Tracy seemed happy with the shattered tone instead of being offended.

"I know that I am called" Princess Epilepsy, "etc. And that's true."

"But... the truth is, you don't want to piss Mr. Nene off like that, do you?

Immediately, Estella asks Tracy.

Tracy has intense emotional ups and downs.

Sometimes, I get the illusion that more than one personality is inherent in this guy.

If this guy is not a dual personality, there's one reason...

"While I can't and I'm angry, is that where it's become a habit?

Tracy's shoulders tremble in my words.

He leaked a leaking, trembling exhale, quietly, weakly "… yes," he affirmed.

Too escalating a vice is something that loses sight of when it stops and even leaves its original purpose behind and runs in a direction that you can't even think of.

By analogy...

It resembles such an emotion that when someone hits you with an honest argument that you don't like, even when you poke the corner of a heavy box, you jump to find the other person's non, and you wake up and scatter it.

But I lost sight of it when I stopped it, and it only creates tragedy.

People are creatures who don't pay attention to their gratitude until they've lost something important.

"... can I tell you something about this... the painting of shame... no, it may be disrespectful before..."

"I don't mind. I'd rather you let me hear it."

"Well, let me do my best to talk to you."

She peeks at her embarrassing face, and Tracy stares at Estella.

Are you that happy to please Estella?

It's just, "I'm glad you talked to me" means, "I love listening to people! It's not like that, is it? You mean" talk to me "?

Well, if you're going to talk, let's hear it.

"Nene is like a sister I grew up with from an early age, but I have long been unreliable, pessimistic again, unsure of myself...... oh, I forgot to tell you, Nene will be sixteen with me now in nineteen. So I grew up more like a sister than I did at a very young age."

Talking really hard.

Is this to please Estella, too?

Don't be hot, Estella.... to a woman.

"I'm my only daughter, and I've been educated to be a lord since I was a little girl. It was my father's policy to let people in my immediate line inherit the traces... I was born to be a lord. But... Originally, my body wasn't sturdy, and I was anxious... with a heavy load..."

Again, Tracy's color white seems to have that reason.

I'm sure I haven't been able to do much like play on the surface for a long time.

"That's when you were with Mr. Nene, wasn't it?

"Yes, it is"

When Estella speaks in a language that doesn't use reverence, Tracy smiles clearly once she separates words from each other about whether she is happy with that.

There was a lighter and more adorable smile in the grin than earlier.

"I believe that the foreman cannot be anything but Nene. But Nene was... healthy, but weak, sobbing, poorly spoken, and familiar... even the foreman was sick..."

Between those stories, Natalia hits me softly.

"If you are anxious about your lord's body or have a low voice for reasons such as being young, it is customary for the foreman to act on his behalf, stand on the arrow, move people, and sometimes tighten them."

It quickly tells us information that would be common sense among lords.

In short, it seems that the unreliable lord will be greeted with an inconvenient foreman and allowed to look at him instead.

but.

Neither Tracy nor Nene was the type to come forward in District XXVII. That's why.

"So, in an attempt to get Nene to be strong, when he made a weak noise, when he was about to cry, he ghosted his heart and cautioned... as a result..."

He said he had escalated too much and cursed even irrationally.

And that reaction of Nene...... that way, it looks like he's yelled at and attached to a habit.

In short, it's a state of "peeking at your complexion so you don't get angry".

It tends to be illusory that we are "concerned," but the reality is the opposite. It simply means, "I am not acting of my own free will".

"Is this okay?" "Is this okay?" I look at my complexion one by one, and it ends up putting up a "line of prevention to avoid getting angry".

By doing so, you can no longer be 'responsible' for what you say or do.

Nothing makes others more unpleasant, less detrimental, and more unhappy than irresponsible words and actions.

And again, I guess Tracy was yelling at such irresponsible words and deeds.

Those who saw it began to call Tracy "Princess Epilepsy" and so on.

That's right.

The reason you yell is a bad habit that can't even be stopped by you. More than just reprimand, that would only show up in eclampsia.

"Me too, I'm aware. My reprimands are unreasonable... but I can't stop them... and I yell at them..."

And snap deeper later.

Self-loathing sometimes kills the mind.... That's dangerous, both of these guys.

"So... so I..."

I poke my hand at the table, and Tracy comes up to me.

Close your face to Estella and sue her with desperate shapes.

"I wanted to be like Master Estella, so soo!

"Bo... like me, what?

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Tracy noticed her outfit and said, "Shit!?... Shh, excuse me," he sat back on the couch, deflecting his body and starting to stir his hair in the blindfold.

Then, whilst stirring his hair, he breathes and slowly opens his mouth.

"I was actually watching a big food tournament in District 41."

"What!?

An unexpected word popped up.

Estella seems surprised, too, with her mouth open and solidified.

When we tried to build a city gate in District 42 and rubbed it with neighboring District 41, we rolled up to District 40 to hold a big food tournament.

The tournament, which took place largely in two days, ended up closing in the form of a victory for District 42 as many spectators watched.... I felt stuffy on the verge of closing.

That's where Tracy was.

"I had a meeting with Mr. Ricardo.... Oh, of course, there's nothing nasty about being told, and as a young lord who took the lord's seat a little before me, I've heard a lot about it and been consulted."

When a young creation becomes a lord, it is licked without exception.

In order not to let them do so, they often play a youth-like rampage, sometimes with bold policies or just pursuing results from our martial arts.

Tracy, a young lord, seemed to have sought help as someone close to his most recent predecessor, Ricardo.

"It was the legend that allowed us to watch the final of the big food tournament."

... So this guy was sitting in the backup seat in the 41st arrondissement... after the finals, I blew a fight on all the people in the guest seat in the 41st arrondissement...

"Mr. Oobayashiro.... I thought you were a terrible person."

"Ha, ha... Soka"

Oh, oh... I see. So from earlier on, you were startled and frightened when I spoke... I don't know why, I get weird sweats.

I didn't know there was a lord in that crowd in the 27th arrondissement...... lords. Nobles. I was trying not to sell fights poorly to the people in power...... I wish you'd told me first.

"I still remember clearly. Filled the venue, that bitter air. And those who were in the guest seats were planted equally... fear."

Yeah... there it is. Well, that's what I set it up to do......... you had a great success with the operation, so you double-checked.

"... I was ready to die in that place... here."

You're an over the top guy, at all. Don't laugh, haha...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Were you that scared?

"That's when the angel came down, so shh."

Pfft... the clearer the look on your face, the brighter the sparkling stars are going to pop out of your eyes.

Angels descended into a painful venue. His name is...

"It's you, Master Estella!

- They call it Estella.

Uh-huh... that's what I set up too...

So my prospect of getting rid of the villain and boosting his liking was a brilliant success.

Maybe it's something to be honest with.... although I don't feel comfortable with it.

"Master Estella came down to that slaughtered venue, and with her beautiful voice, she washed away all the negative emotions of fear, anger, anxiety and sadness that were filling the venue."

"Yes, no... I think that's just over..."

"You put a gentle grin on those who were cornered on the brink of hell in a prestigious position"

"... Um, Mr. Tracy... already around..."

"I, Heart, was shot through by the glorious smile of that time... and since then, everything I do has come to my mind about Master Estella... whether I sleep or wake up, Master Estella! Cry or laugh, Master Estella!

"Okay! Enough! Enough!

Estella floats her hips and waves her arms diligently in an attempt to calm Tracy, who speaks fervently.

But even that looks like Tracy is dancing... staring at Estella with a very lukewarm gaze.

"Captivated at a glance, I went to Mr. Ricardo, a phrase that troubled me for several weeks, after days when my work was out of hand for some time after the Games. Um, he wants me to tell you about the beautiful lord!

Listening to such information, Estella's expression is obviously distorted.

He looked terribly disgusted, and said a question that was horrible, I didn't want to ask, but I didn't feel better about not asking.

"So... what did Ricardo say?

"Yes. Here's what Mr. Ricardo said." He... is a smiling lord, "he said.

"Oops!

From Estella's mouth, a juice of some sort erupted momentously.

You're so nasty.

A lot of Estella juice seems to be tormenting Estella even in the body, and it's probably stuck in the trachea, it's flourishing against Gehogoho.

Natalia is rubbing Estella's back, but her face laughed half as much as she wanted. All spirits, half a laugh with all your strength.

Well, a few weeks from the big food tournament probably means around the corner after the big lines of co-development discussions have been decided, just after the prejudice against Estella in Ricardo has disappeared.

The recoil so far or Estella's behavior at the tournament is highly appreciated. "The Lord of Smiles"...... Puppy!

"Don't laugh, Yashiro! Natalia!"

"Dude, don't yell, 'Lord of Smiles'...... Pfft!

"Yes, Dear 'Lord of Smiles'. Mind smiling...... Pfft!

"Uh-oh! Remember, both of you!

"The Lord of Smiles" is crying.

Ricardo told me that's the most disgusting point. Which face did I say, 'He's... the Lord of Smiles'?...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Yashiro......"

I dye my face bright red, but my eyes cloud like a fish about six months after my death, and Estella spits words out of my mouth with my soul.

"So far, I've been looking at the sights of Yap Rock and Becco worshipping and serving Yashiro, thinking it's the best entertainment... I'll reflect. It's tight, this..."

Crying, Estella utters her apology.

You looked at me like that............... you paid off.

Half-crying lords with half-laughter foremen.... What, this picture?

"I too... like Master Estella, if I could be gentle... if I could always keep smiling and be a lord who can think of people... and yearning was on the recruiting side every day"

"No, um... I'm such a big lord..."

"I.................. Huh!... I don't want to be mad at Nene anymore... because it's important and childhood friendly..."

The tail trembles with anxiety, and the breath that plunders tells the truth.

"Please, Master Estella! Can you help me fix my 'eclampsia'!? The Lord of Smiles, its power!

Get off the couch, one knee on the floor, and pose like you pray to God.

All of a sudden worshipped Estella said these words despite her troubled face......

"To the best of my ability, then…"

Well, I guess so.

If you ask me this way, it's impossible to say no, not to this guy.

"But I'm only saying it as the 'Lord of Smiles' because I'm going to let you resolutely reject it! As lord of the same new America, young, woman, I will help you!

"Thank you, Lord of Smiles!

"So stop it!

Somehow, in a rush to follow, Estella seems to have carried in another troublesome help.

But... the opponent made him lord of the 27th arrondissement, - the corner of "BU".

If it works, it could be a hand in breaking down 'BU'...

"Estella"

So you can't miss this' chance '.

"I'll help you overcome his' bad habits'. So..."

And I'm going to need the right price for the help I'm going to do.

"Tracy, you're on our side."

Give me the 'BU' information, work here sometimes, and - during the majority vote, put your hands up on this side.

"If my 'bad habits' can heal and help Master Estella... I will consider"

Exactly. "Okay," you wouldn't be able to cut it off instantly. That's fine now.

And then I'll convince you with the results.

"And then Estella"

This' help to people 'is what you said, so of course the person responsible for this one will be you. So...

"Once you've solved it brilliantly, give me the money."

"............... why don't you just move with pure goodwill once in a while?

That's like telling freshwater fish to "live at sea".

"Not at all...... Besides, I believe you."

"It's up to you to believe."

"... Ugh"

Blow your cheeks up and hit my arms with a nice cat punch.

A slight resistance. It is also called an eight-hundred hit.

If that's about eight wins, you can take it and do it.