Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"Dear Yashiro. DeMily from the 40th Ward wants to see you."

"Mr. Yashiro. Your father wants to see you."

When the bustle of lunch passed, Natalia and Imelda came to the Yang Festival Pavilion at the same time, each of them selflessly telling me what to do.

You said the same thing at the same time.

"Tell Temehe to come see me."

"Yashiro... who do you think they are?

"It's hot and painful, isn't it, Osama?

"Which the hell is that... Well, I guess both, in your case"

A nervous estella leaks a heavy sigh.

"If you care about the details, you're gonna get demurred, aren't you?

"So you've almost had your respect for the lords of other districts... Huh!

"Isn't that nice? It's just two thin hairs and a young girl enthusiast, Osama."

"Here, I'm not impressed with you slapping your pussy in the absence of people, Mr. Oba"

"You should be more careful what you say, pal!

Like catching my verbal butt, two Osama opens the door, aligns it, and enters the Yangdu Pavilion.

Ambrose DeMily, Lord of the Forty Wards, who exposes the sentimental face he did, and Stuart Javier, Head of the Woody Guild, are you going to be behind me?

"Oh, bald and lolicon"

"The ramblings are direct. Hey!?

"It's not like you can say it because it's right in front of you!?

Stand to the left and right as you approach slightly and surround me.

Hmm.

If I did, I would have heard a heavy carriage, so it was as foreseeable as you guys were waiting on the table.

"Whatever Javier is here to admire Magda and her sisters, what the hell is DeMillie doing here? My pills don't contain hair conditioners, do they?

"Is it a lump of malice, and you?

"Who's here to see Magda and her sisters!? Don't decide!"

"Bye, Magda. Take my sister to church."

"Wow, wait! That's the Aya of the Word, though you'd be happier to decide to stay!

I'm sorry to disturb you so much, Javier. I'm looking at you with my eyes like I see a dead fish.

"... you just have to be bald"

"Oh, Stuart's daughter! That's because stray bullets are flying over here too!?

A word of Imelda damages Javier and DeMily's heart.

A compact and useless attack. That's just great, Imelda.

"So, dammit, what are you here to say, even later than Ricardo, who came to tell you at a time when he totally missed talking about 'we're an alliance' when he heard the slow information?

"Mr. Oba... you are, really, mean from the bottom of your heart..."

"I'm not free over here either. I still came as fast as I could, didn't I?

In short, these guys have also been rushing to hear the 'BU' move.

I'm not half as late as I feel.

No, the information should be in there, so I guess you came to see me after you took some action.

Anyway, I owe Javier a horse. That's when the story should be telling.

"I've met with the lords of District 39 from District 36."

Sitting across from me, Demily says.

Javier also hips down somewhere next to DeMily.

"The 'BU' guys always put pressure on the numbers, so it was easy enough to draw the lords in here."

"I mean, when it comes to a full showdown, is that what happens when a lord can form a coalition up to District 35 or less and District 42?

Sit next to me while Estella says that.

You got all the dark blushes, this table.

"Well, that's the thing. It is the unanimous opinion of all lords that the worst has never happened."

"That's with us."

Estella smiles bitterly by distorting her face.

To counter the 'BU', the Lords of the District, who were involved in the wedding parade, form a coalition.

Most importantly, this is an impromptu coalition with no rules or penalties. It's like there's no such thing as binding, and I guess every district is offering to cooperate on the grounds that they "want to make sure that no harm is done to their own district".

If ;

But to the extent of the threat, it could be.

"Did you go out of your way to meet the lord over there, and the lord himself came out to tell you that?

"Heh heh. If I sell my thanks to you, Oba, I'm going to get some good thoughts later."

"You want me to tell you even a good scalp massage?

"I'm not wasting that! Because I don't have a chance to sell you a favor!

"I really want you to tell me."

"Ha, ha, I don't need you to underestimate me, Mr. Oba. I've lived a long time, too. … I am familiar with the fact that self-flow massage is counterproductive"

"Dear Oj, shouldn't that have been where the conversation landed?

He can't say big things about that metric, like not being fascinated by his desires because he's been alive for a long time.

"Besides, Stewart wanted to come to the 42nd Ward."

"... father (the red others named), I want to love my sisters so much..."

"No, Imelda!? I missed you!

These guys really don't brace.

Seriously, when you're Osama, you don't grow up. All you have to do is decline.

"No, what. It created a new dessert called donuts."

"I didn't generate it. I just made food for my hometown over here."

"From this city, it's born."

A good old Osama has stretched his legs up to District 42 for the two of us to eat the sweets we're talking about? Japan makes me laugh. Sweet friends, swim friends?

"There's a coffee shop called Luxury in the 40th arrondissement... oh, that was familiar with you guys... it looks like the owner chef there was in love with the flavor"

"... are you here, Pompeo?

"Yes. You were pretty disappointed that Mr. Yashiro wasn't here, weren't you?

Ginette giggles and answers.

That Osama... you came to steal our flavor again... and I think he was willing to teach. Good, stay away.

"So will you all have it? Donuts."

"Right, let's have it."

"Ha, ha. The manager's doing better too. Yashiro's influence?

"No, no... not yet"

I was willing to do business - not by any means, but I guess Ginette simply wants you to eat the new product she's proud of. Selling doughnuts.

Now, I guess it'll be popular in the 40th arrondissement before it's too far away, doughnuts.

"Imelda boasts so many times. I wanted to eat some eagle too."

"Oh. I didn't mean to be so proud of you, did I? It's just that it's so funny that someone who hasn't eaten a single donut in a while is a gastronomer."

I hear you were so proud.

It's about him, I guess he talked about the delicacy of doughnuts soaking up a sense of superiority.

"Okay, I'll get ready. Magda, Loretta, I need your help."

"... leave it to me"

"We make them in bulk and make them buy them all! I have the money, so I'm fine!

"... that's dangerous. I can't believe even Loretta is getting pale."

I stare at the backs of the three people entering the kitchen and worry that Estella is not sure.

Take the money from where it can be taken and shave it. That would be the iron rule of commerce.

"Usually, I don't eat much sweet food, but if it's a new product from District 42, it's different."

Demily is rubbing her hands and inflating her expectations.

I guess in this guy's head, he's also working on a draft plan for distribution in the fortieth district.

"I'm also more liquor than sweet one way or another...... as much as Magda Tan made...... I'll eat a lot because it's what Imelda recommended, haha! So what? Get rid of that handax, Imelda."

Javier forgives Imelda as she sweats on her forehead.

Imelda was gripping a hand axe that seemed highly capable of killing.... I see. You know, every woman who starts taking responsibility for power and stuff starts acting similar................ stop inadvertently flickering the blade, Imelda. Then Estella and Natalia too.

"Well, I've had a lot - you'll have a lot - so that you two can be left behind"

And Bertina, who hasn't even called us, is at some point getting mixed up at our table.

... did you come after all? No, I was thinking that, somehow.

"Hey Ambrose... how much do you have?

"Oh, well, only quite... what about Stewart?

"I used to be luxurious for breakfast for all the humans in the dining room when I picked up Imelda who ran away from home... I brought quite a few... when it came to that Sister's... worst case scenario, I'd probably rent them from Imelda"

Is Bertina's threat becoming common sense in the neighborhood after a big food tournament?

I can't stand the complexion of Demily and Javier.

He's going to take advantage of nature and ours. That's right, you're a grown man.

"Bertina. Save it for about three days"

"" I'm going bankrupt!?

"Ugh. That's just great, folks."

Ha, ha, you're the only one who thinks that, Bertina.

You're the one who can do it. If you feel like it, you can push District 40 into financial difficulty.

"Sister, don't you drink?

"Alcohol, is it? That's right..."

Bertina thinking with her hands on her cheeks.

Speaking of which, I've never seen Bertina drinking.

Sister, so booze may be forbidden.................. No, the Spirit Church would not have such a strict commandment. Eat meat, and pray as you please.

"You're not banned, are you?

"To church, sir? Yes, some priests prefer wine."

If so, I'd like to see it for once. A drunken Bertina who exposes herself to drunkenness.

"No, don't recommend alcohol to Sister."

With plates lined with lots of doughnuts, Ginette returns.

When Bertina and I meet each other, we smile bitterly as if we remembered something from the past.

... What happened? I'd love to hear about Bertina's "Alcohol Failure Talk".

"Sister is very vulnerable to alcohol. Even very thin wines get drunk."

"Well, that's surprising."

"What a surprise... Mr. Yashiro. Did I look like I was drinking that much?

It gives a slightly dissatisfied look.

From the image of an alcoholic, there was an image of him looking flat no matter how much he drank. A calm and sedentary elf, not swayed by anything. Such an image.

"What happens when you get drunk?

"Come on... because I don't remember very well"

"Cry, Sister."

It was Bertina, who tried to squirm with a smile, but overlapping words as Ginette stabbed the nail.

Bertina blinks her eyes at the doughnut placed in front of her, even with a slight look on her face for a moment.

Bertina with doughnuts in her hand and cheeks quickly. Now you won't be able to talk for a while.

Ginette talks about drunk Bertina, as she pokes that gap.

"As soon as I drink alcohol, my face turns bright blue, I shake puffy, I circle on the floor and 'miuuuuuuuuuuuu' sounds."

"Oh, that way!? Is that 'ringing' over there!?

You've never heard of Ringing Uedo before.

"My head hurts, and I feel like I'm going to get nauseated."

"Sounds like a quick hangover..."

"You never throw up what you eat" is the Sister of the Creed, so drinking is an act that shakes your faith. "

"No, it's a big deal, and you can't put up some better creed, Mr. Sister of the Spirit Church."

I'm so obsessed with food.

"And you're going to be a little sweet. Like Mr. Magda when he beasts."

What!? I'd love to see that!?

Bertina who follows me around and rings' Miuuuuuuuuuuuuu '...... Yikes!

Damn, why isn't there any booze in the Yang Deception Pavilion!?

"Still... Momogu, O-kun"

Swallow the stuffed doughnuts in your cheeks, sip the tea and Bertina says in a quiet voice.

"I wish I could drink alcohol. It smells great, and it looks like it would be a lot of fun to watch someone who can drink it."

He says he can't drink, but he likes booze places.

There are also quite a few liquor lovers in Shimodo.

If you can't drink, maybe it's something you envy.

It's nothing because I can drink it, but maybe it's a little lonely that I can't drink it.

"When you drink alcohol, you hear the rice tastes even better."

"That's dangerous!?

"Mr. Store Manager, would you remove everything if there was alcohol in this store?!?

"And the cooking liquor! And we should ban human access to the liquor store!

"Ugh, it's terrible, Mr. Yashiro. Mr. DeMilly, and Mr. Javier."

Bertina leaks a grin because she thinks it's a joke.

So you're the only one who thinks so.

... If you start to feel 'rice tastes even better', you'll run out of food from this world.

"Perhaps it is the consideration of the Spirit God that Sister cannot drink"

"It's awful... to do that to Ginette."

Ginette even told me to swell in earnest.

Bertina's cheeks swell plumply.

Is it Bertina's unwillingness to be made fun of for not being able to drink?

Speaking of which, not many people drink around me.

Estella used to say "I don't really like it," and I don't drink Ginette at all.

Needless to say, Magda and Loretta have never even seen Delia or Paula drink.

Though Norma seems to drink it.

"In this city, even children drink alcohol, don't they?

"Isn't it different in your hometown?

Asking Estella a a question, she turned her eyes round the other way.

Drinking starts at the age of twenty - maybe people in this world don't understand that.

When people ask me why I've been around since I was twenty... maybe my brain grows ~ or something like that? That's about all I can answer.

"In my hometown, booze was common sense when I grew up."

"So what do you do when you're on a long journey where you can't get clean drinking water?

That's when I take advantage of vending machines or convenience stores... you wouldn't know what to tell these guys.

If you're going on a long journey in this world, it won't be easy to secure drinking water.

Also, given the temperature regulation in cold weather, it seems more reasonable to carry a well-preserved alcoholic beverage.

"But you certainly don't drink very strong alcohol when you're young."

"How long do we start drinking?

"It depends on people… I was the first to get wine when I was about ten years old"

Ten years old is after I started helping the Yangdu Pavilion.

Guests must have drunk it.

"I've never seen Ginette drinking."

"Well, I didn't have the money, so maybe it's because I wasn't in the habit of drinking"

I see.

Is Ginette the type to drink but not drink?

Until I got here, the Yang Deception Pavilion wouldn't have been able to afford to buy alcohol, and since I got here, I guess I didn't feel like drinking alone because I or Magda wouldn't.

"You don't even want to drink it?

"We had a little something for you at parties and festivals. Mr. Homeros brought us some pure rice wine."

"........................... Homeros?

"I'm a Duck rice farmer. You used your wickedness to force me to enter into an exclusive contract for rice."

"Oh, that's the guy who made a lot of money with the rice up in value thanks to me!

"... your head remembers things as convenient as ever."

Estella interrupts the story and puts her face on her own.

As a result of my extensive publicity of the deliciousness of rice, rice farmers' revenues exploded. You must be benefactor to them. What about me?

I wonder if you could insert some pure rice liquor into the evidence.... I was the first to hear it.

"The fact that there is pure rice wine means that rice koji is very well utilized."

"Koji artisans in the 24th arrondissement are smart. They say that the koji over there makes really good alcohol. I don't drink much, so I don't know what alcohol tastes like."

"It's delicious, the booze in the 33rd arrondissement"

Natalia adds what Estella doesn't like.

Does this guy drink?

... Something looks strong. Atmospherically.

"There are farmers producing rice for alcohol in District 33, and there are liquor breweries made from Koji in District 24 in District 33."

Reminds me of the map of All Bloom as I listen to Natalia explain.

District 33 is the outer periphery adjacent to District 24.

Due to the high and low differences, it is a distant district that cannot be reached without going around from District 42.

Glad you had Homeros.

Otherwise, I might not have met white rice. I was making it that far away. Bye.

"It is rice, water and koji that determine the taste of alcohol. Without the Koji craftsmen of District XXIV, you wouldn't be able to taste that."

Natalia speaks with a lively look. Maybe he likes a lot of booze.

"Does Natalia drink quite a bit?

"Take it off, Uedo."

"I didn't hear that information!

"So, manager, oh, you didn't put the alcohol away?

"Oh, oh, that's an odd encounter! I'm just dying to drink it asexually, too! What do you want?

"Dear Oj -"

"Father..."

"" Shut up. ""

Estella and Imelda's sharp voices pierce the two Osama, who began to express the opposite of Bertina's drinking stories.

Two big Osama in the figure, shrink and lean back.

Because Natalia leaks unhelpful information...

"Oh, oh, speaking of which!

Javier, like an amateur stared at by a king cobra, tries to make a forceful shift in topic and speaks out louder than he needs to.

The sweat is terrible, you.

"Speaking of booze, wasn't the lord of District 24 with the Koji craftsman Shimodo? Hey, hey, Ambrose?

"Huh? Oh, yeah! Donis couldn't drink a drop. It was the lower door, for sure."

Donis, that's probably the name of the Lords of District XXIV.

"Demily, you know what? Lord of District XXIV."

"Oh, that's a pretty intimate pattern. Although it's hard to say that he's older and friendlier."

Donis is said to be 'stubborn jizzy'. You're convinced you're older than DeMily.

Demily is still Osama, not of the age of jizzy.

"Donis Donati, sometimes called" DD "by people close to you."

"Jizzy?"

"It's Diddy, Mr. Oba. Yeah, I know it's wazzy."

Donis Donati.

If there are close people, it means they are not the kind of people who reject others unconditionally.

So, is there room to get in...

"Speaking of District XXIV, I also have a close acquaintance."

Bertina says while eating properly with doughnuts.

... or don't get more and more doughnuts. Does Ginette's coming out here mean Magda and Loretta already got all the donut waivers?

Ginette, so I don't think I would score sweet on cooking...

"Does Sister's acquaintance mean that person is also a Sister in District 24?

"Yeah, I am. He joined the church in District 24 about the same time Ginette started living in the Yangdu Pavilion."

"You have connections to churches in other districts."

"It's enough to see you every now and then, or to get a newsletter."

What kind of newspaper does the church have?

It's not like the Fan Club Gazette, it's a boring document to write about contact matters.

"Perhaps you and I will face each other well enough for her. Occasionally, I get miso from District 24."

"Are you being fed?

"Oh. Is that right? Ugh."

The familiar Sister seemed to have a fondness for him, and Bertina had a gentle grin on such a joke.

Bertina and the familiar Sister............ do you even rush into church if anything happens?

Right, for example..................... if you take your wings off a little too much and the lord turns you over to the vigilante or something?

... I've never been over that before.

"If you like, shall I write to you?

"Right. It would be reassuring if you could write a pencil saying," Do me a favor. "

"Yes, then, I'll have it with you tomorrow as well"

"I'm sorry. Look, thanks. Eat as many doughnuts as you like."

"Don't hesitate, then"

"Hey, Mr. Oba? It's gonna be our luxury, isn't it?

"Sister's a little reluctant, too..."

"Amum..."

"" Kuh, I can't say it strongly!

"Master Oji is also vulnerable to beauty..."

"Father (the red other person I've never even seen named)... it's unclean"

"" Well, that's not what I said!

With two Osama's voices all over their asses disgusting, Bertina really didn't hesitate to eat the doughnuts and went home to get a souvenir for the church kids.

DeMily and Javier may have had a painful expense there, but there would be no room for sympathy around Bertina's exposure to the indescribable side when she turned to "thank you" and extraordinary smiles on her way home.

Think of it as a worship fee to see Bertina's smile directly from the front.

Most of all, beyond the soft Virgin's smile, a young man with an icy gaze was benevolent.

Whatever DeMilly is, Javier... well, you're gonna get hurt.

I got a lot of information before I went to District 24.

It was a public discourse that I didn't know how much material it contained to keep me alive... but it was definitely better than not.

Most importantly, the two heavy towns in the 40th arrondissement came all the way here to encourage me.

You can do about one of the thanks.... If you feel comfortable, you can't punish me for doing it.

Even if...

"Father (the impudent one you would not like to be named), how about it's time for you to come home?

"Imelda - it's not! Sister and I, no, it's better to maintain a friendly relationship with the Church, even as a woody guild..."

"... my boobs have contacted me... and I can't even put it in the wind of Loricon."

"Ho!? Something's terrible, Imelda!? Hey, Imelda!"

- Even if it's such a pitiful Osama, yeah.