Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"It suits you well, both of you"

Ginette stares at Tracy and Nene dressed as waitresses with a full grin.

I see, Tracy does look great, too.

Nene is the foreman, so it may be natural to say that the apron fits, but the foreman's apron and waitress's apron are still different. I'm kind of smiling that I can light up a costume that emphasises cuteness more than I usually do.

Tracy is pretty good too. If I did this, I wouldn't look very much like a person called "Princess Epilepsy" by any name.

"... Magda educates. Like listening firmly, newcomers."

"Yes, Senior Magda"

"Nice to meet you, Senior Magda"

"... um"

Magda is this attitude after finding out these two are lords and sheriffs.... your liver is sitting too much. Senior Magda... well, it's good because Tracy and the others seem to be having fun.

"... the basics of customer service are smiling. Always smiling."

"" Yes ""

"No, that one's about to go in, both of you"

You say that, I say.

"Ugh. I'm kind of excited. I've never worked like this before."

Tracy's tension is rising.

I try to pick aprons, go around, and kick ass in the dining room.

"Mr. Nene. Let's do our best."

"Yes, with a slight force, we will support you"

"Oh, no. Here we are equal. Because it's the same 'rookie part time'. Work is equal, I'm going to incise you...... yeah, we need to kick each other right away!

"No, don't kick it off! Help me do this."

Tracy is in the mood for her first part-time experience. I mean, have fun.

I hear a lot about rich people experiencing the lives of ordinary people. I don't think Tracy leaked a lot about it either.

"So, but... in case anything happens..."

"Nene.................."

For a moment, the "eclampsia habit" was activated, but it manages to "saunter" the brakes.

"We will do our best to ensure that we do not inconvenience everyone who has given us a place and an opportunity for us. Isn't that what you need to think now?

"Well... you're right. Dear Tracy.........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

After he mouths it, he realizes his faults and Nene looks blue.

But it's too late. I need you to take the penalties right...

"Ginette. Greetings"

"What!? Are you sure you want me?

Oh, hey, that sounds kind of awesome.

What do you care, you've been putting up with what you want to do?..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Okay, Mr. Nene. What are you doing here? Go to the kitchen."

"Oh, uh, store manager... oh, my God, your face is so shiny... oh, soften your hands... um... eh!

"Now let's go"

Run and Ginette pull Nene's hand and go into the kitchen.

Tracy dropping that off.

That look is "Ugh. Mr. Nene said, because he's a little" smile and he was full of the superiority that he didn't make mistakes.

... but it's only now that we can afford that.

Loretta and Magda soaked away from the entrance to the kitchen, turned their backs, and blocked their ears.

At that moment...

"Heh heh heh heh!?

A scream burst into heaven.

Guests during the meal give a gorgeous look and the dining room is temporarily noisy.

Tracy said, solidifying with the spare look she had just floated, drooling cold sweat.

"Ginette, you seem tense..."

Estella, who has eaten Ginette's legs, is stunningly unsuccessful in trying so hard to make a laugh. Ginette, even if I'm an absolute advocate estella, I hear Ginette in foot mode can't be sheltered.... It's a bursar car, is it?

"And it's a big deal, isn't it?"

"What?

"Mr. Tracy, you haven't had a single epilepsy since you got here."

"Ho ho... 'Big Thing' is a sight to see from the top again"

"Oh, I don't mean that!? I said 'it's a big deal' for what your strategy is doing!

What does that mean? You realize I don't mind looking from the top? It's busy.

Well, the effect of "sauntering" is actually a big deal.

Like Estella said, Tracy hasn't yelled at Nene once since she got to the Yang Deception Pavilion. Despite more conversations than when I was in my own hall.

"I was afraid that the environment would change and" eclampsia "would get worse."

Stress due to changes in the environment. For Tracy, it's a situation where if you call him, there's no more supply to rush to, and only Nene can forgive his heart. It would be quite meticulous.

In the meantime, there was ample chance that 'eclampsia' could be exacerbated by excessive stress.

"Why can't I just yell at you for 'sayin'?

"You explained it in the carriage, didn't you?

"Isn't that it? Your brain brakes, how uncomfortable it is."

The way I remember it so well...

"For example, Estella. Suppose you discovered Natalia's stumbling block. Scold me?"

"Well, of course."

"But you were able to witness the stuffing scene because you were stuffing yourself... how about that?

"Ugh... that's hard to scold... or awkward to scold..."

He who yells at others is something whose thoughts work somewhere to satisfy his self-esteem. Otherwise, "yelling" isn't an intense way to consume calories, because you just have to "pay attention".

There are quite a few reasons to make the choice of "yelling" at it on purpose.

You want to beat someone so badly that you can't even make a sound, or you want me to prove my legitimacy... In short, the "I want to satisfy my self-esteem" that I just said works.

So what happens if you were to be pushed into a situation where yelling at others would undermine that self-esteem the other way around...

People don't yell at others if they know it will beforehand. I don't want to embarrass you on purpose.

"If someone were to yell at them for putting themselves on the shelf, the people around them would see him yelling, without exception, raw warm eyes, wouldn't they?

"Well, I guess so"

"I can see that, so in situations like that, my brain brakes me."

"You can't yell at someone if you break the rule of 'whispering'..."

"Yes. So, if you try to follow the rules in order not to, you have to 'saunter'..."

"Now if I recall why I'm being imposed a rule called 'sauntering', I won't yell at you for leaving me to my emotions...... so? I see."

Habits are troublesome because they do it unconsciously, and if consciousness is directed towards you, it is also possible to suppress them.

Besides... in case you break the rules, Hell's Foot is waiting... Tracy won't break the rules so easily.

".................. Ugh, I'm just back......"

Crying Nene comes back fluttered.

"I'm sorry... I won't break the rules again... I'm really... I'm so sorry..."

Weak and utters words as if the soul vaporizes and leaks out.

...... Ginette. What kind of footwear did you apply...

"Oh, um... did it hurt a little?

"Not at all! Sorry for the inconvenience! Instead, I'm the one who apologized!

"Uh... Huh?

Ginette who is so frightened is rare.

By the way, Magda and Loretta are still out of touch.

When poorly intertwined...

"It's okay, Ginette. I'm just a little surprised you're new to Nene."

"Oh, right. Estella and the others who have been through this a few times will be fine."

"... I don't know about that..."

"Um... I'm sorry if I've done too much... Mr. Estella. Can you help!?

"Heh!?

"I want to remember to add and subtract force! How best for this punishment...... could you look into that with me!?

"Uh... you know, that's..."

"Mr. Estella! Just lend me a little back of your leg!

Estella turns this way with great momentum.

So I deflect my face with more momentum than that.

That's right.

Now, when you get involved poorly, you get involved in secondary damage like this.

I don't know, Ginette likes legs. And there are times when accommodation becomes less accommodating because of a weirdly strong sense of responsibility.

Give it up, Estella... we can't save you.

"Okay, Mr. Estella, come here!

"What!? Really!? No kidding!?

"If you'd like to help, I'll treat you to a donut later."

"Buy it! I'll buy it myself!

"It's all kinds. It's luxurious. It's a little party."

"Ginette, you smile, you scare me something!? Hey, Ginette!

Estella was abducted by the Foot Demon King...

"Ahhhhhhh!

The tragedy was repeated…

"But let's do our best, Mr. Nene!

"Yes, Tracy...... Mmm!

Intentions are a big deal...... Nene will be hit five or six more times, foot bump.

"… teach the basics of customer service while Sacrifice Estella is feeding on the Demon King"

"We need to be touched, so we talk in a low voice. I want you to listen very carefully."

"Yes, I understand."

"Regards"

This is where the job description begins so that we can discuss it confidentially.

If the Demon King touches me, he says, "How do the others feel? 'Cause I'll be sure to get involved."

Natalia, you just blended into the background and kept erasing all signs. That's the foreman. He is a professional who puts himself outside the consciousness of people.

... and you're good at running away so you don't get any firepowder coming down on you, this guy.

"… to be well received when a customer arrives"

"You're giving me coffee beans"

"Tracey, because this is District 42. Because it's a neighborhood where you don't have the habit of pushing beans on guests."

Well, the lord doesn't welcome "Welcome ~".

You think you don't know anything, and you'll need to tell me from scratch.

"Let me show you an example."

"Yes! Then take a good look!

The store door opens in good time and new customers come in.

Regular carpenters. They're the ones who make the No. 1 "Get Out of the Way" driven out by Womalo.

"Welcome!

Running away, Loretta smiles at the carpenters.

"How's your job?

"It's going well. Look, I'm going to build a Suggestion in Newtown!

"Then you're looking forward to it"

"" "Mmm-hmm! Me, good luck. Ugh!

The carpenters are disgusting.

Also. The carpenters are so disgusting.

"Is that it? You're rubbing it off at the beard, right?

"Hmm? Oh, it's such a scratch. He said if you spit it, it'll heal."

"No, we have to deal with it properly! I'll disinfect you."

"" "Ro, with Loretta's spit!?

"The Yangdu Pavilion has medicine, so we disinfect it with it."

"" "Right ~" "

You're disgusting friendly, carpenters.

Also. You're close and disgusting, carpenters.

"Then I'll show you to your seat. You guys eat a lot, so I'm appointing you as a clerk who eats full by the window and makes customers passing outside think, 'Oh, that looks delicious'!

"" "Yikes! They took advantage of it!

Don't sound like an idiot because it's disgusting, carpenters.

Also. Don't speak out because it's disgusting, you stupid carpenters.

"... like that"

"No, wait, Magda. I'm too special an example to help."

Both Loretta's talk and the carpenters' disease are far too far removed from the general example.

It wouldn't be possible to suddenly tell him to do the arr.

"... there's a word I'd rather get used to than learn"

"No, if you throw it in with zero knowledge, the guests will annoy you"

"... that the lion will plunge my son into the valley of Thousand Seekers"

'Cause I don't plan on growing up that well.'

"... tell them to get used to rubbing non-standard boobs"

"You're right!

"Brother, something is loud! Be quiet in the store!

From afar, Loretta scolded me for serving customers.... Why just me. Irrational.

"... Anyway, you should try it once. It's alright. There are a lot of attentive and regular customers who come at this hour. And there's Magda by my side."

Pomp, slap Tracy on the back and move to the door.

I don't know, Magda's keen on rookie education, and she can take care of it. I'll leave it to you. It won't be a problem.

Besides, like Magda said...

"I'm sure it's the guys at Torbec Works who will be here at this hour, so it's okay to be rude."

"" "Heh heh, Mr. Yashiro! I hear you!

The carpenters who finished ordering come up and protest like chick stage artists at once.

All right, through.

"... then try to turn the next customer out like Loretta did earlier"

"Yes! I'll do my best!

Tracy lifts her anxiety color-stained face with her energy and stares at the door with a powerful gaze.

And look at Tracy like that, Nene, with more anxious eyes than Tracy. At times like this, a lot of people should have always done it on their behalf.

But not this time. It's also important for Nene to keep an eye on Tracy's movements.

"Loretta, by the way. Who are those Beppins?

"Are you a newbie?

"Then I'll go through it more often!

The carpenters are starting to make noise when they see Tracy and the others.

Don't look. It's a waste to you guys.

"Those two are part-timers just for today and tomorrow"

"What, until tomorrow! Too bad."

"But, well, she's such a beauty. You can forgive me if I fail a little."

"I get it! I'm just glad that guy picked me up!

The carpenters, Osama and Nene, seemed to like it.

Tracy, who stripped off her majesty, looks like a grown lady somewhere. I don't know.

Nene too. She looks like the daughter of a well-educated good house.... No, I mean I can see it, I guess I do.

"... Mm. Coming."

Magda's ears move tingly.

From across the door, you must have heard the footsteps of the guests.

Tension runs in the dining room as Tracy breathes only.

Everyone's gaze is coming and going at the door and tracy.

Hands in front of his chest, Tracy staring at the door with an anxious look.

The door opened quietly in such a tight air.

"Hello, Sue! I'm here for dinner, suss!"

"Welcome!"

"Ugh!? So, who is it, here, you beauty? Huh!?

What a bad time...

It was Umaro who came into the store.

He's the only regular customer who can't even provide decent customer service to Loretta or Ginette because he's too nervous about women, half the time he doesn't have a problem working any disrespect.

The difficulty is quite high.

... and you had an unusual bite, Tracy.

"Oh, what are you doing with your job!?

"Heh!? Um!? No, oila......!

"Did you?!?

"I heard some words you shouldn't jump out of the mouth of a beauty, sss!?

"Hi, Hiji! Um, shall we fold down the beard?!?

"Scary ss!? This beauty is so scary!?

I guess I tried to follow the conversation I just heard about you trying to imitate Loretta... but when did you slip your beard down...

"Do you want me to spit on you?!?

"Yashiro, come on! I'd like an explanation of the situation as a matter of urgency, please, sss! What the fuck, this!?

Scattered...

Spit play is no service, we're not doing it.

So, carpenters. I'm not trying to line up behind Oomaro. It's forbidden, all of you.

"Nene. In the meantime, will you take Tracy to Ginette?

"Uh... to the manager, is that it?

"Oh... 'Shall I spit on you' requires punishment"

"Oh...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Nene, critical safe.

Well, in the meantime, with the meaning of cooling your head, you can push even the one with the ~ head.

Nene approached reluctantly and slapped Tracy in the ear.

At that moment, Tracy collapsed from knee to floor.... shocked, you're big...

As a result, a few minutes later, a scream began to gush from the kitchen that I was already used to hearing, and Tracy and Estella, both of my tears, returned.

"... Dear Estella. The life of the inhabitants is tough..."

"Ha... Today, it's special..."

"I will do my utmost to be a lord to the people."

"Yeah. I think that's a good thing... the reason I'm starting to think that's a bit arrogant though"

Somehow, the bond between the lords seems to have grown stronger.

Ginette, you seem to have been instrumental in diplomacy. Wouldn't you be appointed 'Foot Minister' or something sometime?

"... Yashiro"

Magda, who was serving Womalo on Tracy's behalf, comes to me.

Dressed in a slightly grown atmosphere, like I realized something.

"… at first, we decide to start where you will remember the basics exactly"

"Oh, do that to him. I was the first one to say that, right?

"... Tracy is not a lion"

"I knew that, too."

With Magda's changed educational policy, the day began to teach the fundamentals of customer service.

How to say hello. How to take an order. Tablemakeup for the way dishes are pieced.

While the usual regular watches, the two of them tried hard to learn to work were quickly becoming popular with their looks combined.

Wiping the table caused applause, cheering flew when lowering the dishes, and he continued asking for desserts that he would not normally ask for "because we want to talk" to the quote.

... Osama, that's easy to understand.

By the time the sun went down, we were both awkward enough to carry out our duties quite a bit.

I don't know who told you, but rumors seemed to have spread that the rookie part-time was struggling, and the male customers kept pushing.

More customers and more work can temper even veterans. If you're new, you're panicking.

However, customers received such a full appearance, and the poor service fell a few steps below normal was in reverse favor.

Well put, the rookie part-time worked diligently, surrounded by a gentle air of watchfulness.

... To put it badly, I guess it means "while I can stare at the gnarly gaze of the Osama guys".

"Hehe. It's kind of fun, Mr. Nene."

"Yes. That's a very nice place, isn't it, Lady Tracy?"

"Yes, Mr. Nene, Outo!

"Phew!? Yes, that one was accidental...... hey, none! Without that!

"Store manager ~, Mr. Nene is now ~"

"Mr. Tracy, I don't think it's a good idea to say something...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Freed from the title of lord and superintendent, the two were returning to friendly childhood and conversing with pleasure.

I'm sure we used to laugh at each other like this a lot.

"Heh heh heh!

As Nene's screams were regularly heard, Tracy ended the day without ever having a seizure.

Since the air on the field is calm, my mind would have been calmed by the phenomenon of tone.

And then we can go back to the 27th arrondissement and keep it.

Just well. If you see a prank staring at a punishing Nene with a smile like a successful child, I feel fine now.

"Nene. Reflect."

"Ah! Ah! Now! I just called it 'Nene'! Yes, I did, Mr. Store Manager!

"Yes, now, that's a good call! It was a loving summons, so now that is a summons of safeness!

"No, rules are rules! Come on, Mr. Store Manager, punish me!

"Nene! How could you make such an ill-founded statement!? ad hoc at times like this....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Mr. Tracy. Good luck."

"Remember, Nay!

Ma. If I could just play with this, I wouldn't have a problem.

Then Tracy's screams burst three times and the dining room was engulfed with laughter.

You treat me like a reactionary artist, Lord of the Twenty-seventh District and Chief Supplier.

I mean, Ginette... somehow... I don't feel like Bertina, but he does.

From then until the end of business hours, Ginette was always in a good mood.