Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"What can I do for you at this hour, Koji Factory?

And he was obviously stared at by a suspicious boy.

"It is up to us to be invited by this Koji artisan to join us. Are you an associate here?

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A boy who bites his lips and leans down.... are you an outsider?

How great could I say "what can I do for you"?

"Let's call him Percy Two."

"Don't do it for me... for both"

A sneak peek into the shadows of the building is Percy himself, the head of the sugar factory (his sister is the one who's partitioning the factory) in the stalking 40th arrondissement (almost like the residents of 42nd arrondissement for the duration of his stay).

... So the only part of Percy's introduction that doesn't require a supplementary explanatory fix is the "stalker" part... he, Roku, but hey.

"Boy, live straight."

"What?"

I will at least give advice from the elderly to any boy who is about to embark on the same path as Percy. The path you're trying to take is a long one.... it would be a path of ordeal unless you didn't care about the cold gaze from others or even have a thick personality that makes you feel a little better.

"Is your brother a decent person?

"Mochi... Mochi!

"" "Please refrain from making dangerous remarks" "

Estella, Natalia, and Assunt blocked my mouth trying to affirm it with a chest full of three.... Terrific, isn't that a good amount of nerve?

"Be careful what you say and do in other districts. Because we don't know who's the enemy and where and what kind of threat is lurking."

Asunt whispers in an impatient voice.

... What does that mean? "Is your brother a decent person?" Are you trying to tell me that when I say, "Of course," you're going to be called to the Spirit's Judgement?

"Hey, you."

Estella bends her back and peeks into her face to gaze at a boy just a little shorter than herself.

And speak gently with a gentle smile of leeway.

"You don't have to be a decent person to talk about living properly."

"Here, Estella. What's that advice?"

"No, I thought I'd tell you that older people's opinions deserve a lot of respect."

"Don't move on with the premise that I'm not straight."

If you are in the mood to respect the opinions of the elderly, you must accept what I say. It looks like it, but I've lived about twenty years longer than you.

"Me, I'm not here in a bad mood."

So you're not like an industrial spy.

"Naturally!

To Estella's inquiry, the boy turns up the volume of his voice slightly dissatisfied.

If you don't feel comfortable...

"Are you here in a nasty mood?

Try exchanging small word games to bathe adult jokes into boys. … and.

"………………………………………………………………… perhaps"

What a mouthful!?

Oh, what!? Are you kidding me, it's also a women's bath I've been doing since the early morning by this side!?

Oh, well! Got it! That's a girls' dorm!? There's a girls' dorm by this side, and I guess there's a best spot to peek at the sleeping gals' shitty sleeping attire or something to change!? Wouldn't you!?

"Yashiro. Shut up even though you're silent."

"What do you mean, it!?

Estella looks at the shiny grain of rice stuck to her cuffs.

This guy's gonna read my mind a little bit... I didn't expect him to break through my poker face... I'm not insulted. That's right, Lord of District 42.

"Dear Yashiro. As far as I can see, I don't see a ladies' bath I've been doing since the early morning or a dorm that looks like there's a gallery in a shitty sleeping dress."

"Nfu... Mr. Yashiro's face talks about things like a mouth that talks a lot"

... what a bunch of them... dude always wants to see through my perfect poker face... thats three 42nd arrondissement cutters! Only the people I burned my hands with.

"Oh, you know, brother! I don't feel that way. Besides, I don't think it's a good idea to think or say something like that!

Somehow, I was sermoned seriously.

He's snooping into private property early in the morning. Into the stalking reserve.

"I have a purer heart..."

"Even the woman you like works here?

"What!? Hey, hey, why, so, so funny, thighs, broken peaches!?

"Calm down. I haven't been able to say 'thought' and the irrelevant peaches are cracked, so calm down once"

Right or right.

Was this Stalker Reserve just acting like a criminal step ahead of him this early in the morning with all his heart, "I want to see my favorite child at first sight"? Right... this guy's a stalker, not a reserve.

"Too bad, it's too late"

"Don't make up your mind, Yashiro."

"But, Estella. You don't push, you don't pull, you don't even speak, you just look at it from afar, you're satisfied, and you're soaking yourself in self-satisfaction by saying," It's pure love, "which is totally the same symptom as Percy."

"... Indeed, it may be too late..."

Estella broke.

There seemed to be no objection. That would be so. "Percy and Class Certification" is like a declaration of a serious illness.

"And it's not too late!

To pity us, the boy lifts his eyebrow root to argue.

He looks like a lion desperately stripping his fangs, and his lack of force is emerging.

"Men and women are very delicate, but that's why they're beautiful... so I just want to step in and be close to you!

"Take the stage... So what stage are you at now?

"I thought I'd start... where my eyes and eyes meet..."

How many stages are there, after that!?

Perhaps now is a good time to just be seen.

That's where I'm trying to start because I've never had eyes and eyes...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"You. If you're looking at it anyway, expect even one of those punchy skirts from the wind hoax."

"Oh, my God, such a disgrace!? I think that happens after we get married!

This is the first time I've heard of Punchy since we got married!

You know, my wife's punchy, happy husband, that scares me a little bit.

"Besides, she doesn't wear skirts."

"Trousers round!?

"I'm wearing pants! Seven-minute long!

"Yashiro... stop making obscene imaginations about your favorite boy thinkers"

A thin finger gently touches my roots.

Oh, that's it. After degrees, you're gonna crush your carotid artery. It's a targeted threat, because at all, Estella is your grandmother.

"I'm sorry, boy. I don't care what he says... so..."

Estella, who tried to speak up, stops the words.

"Wah... is... yah..."

A strange voice leaks at the same time as the open mouth moves.

The boy's face was boiled bright red.

Er...............

"Relax."

"Hmm!? Chi, chi, chi, no, no. Yo!

Obviously, a boy dyed red imagining a Pammolo thinker.

I didn't know such a pure boy existed...

"Shit, Estella... the boy's dazzled and I can't look right at him"

"Why don't you also apprentice the boy and purify your mind a little bit?

"Nfu, Mr. Estella. Stinging dirt can't be easily removed."

"Dear Yashiro. Use the sergeant."

"Am I a stubborn scale around the water?"

You're the ones who can wash yourselves away into this boy's pure heart.

"Oh, um... uh, me, this! And excuse me!

The redness of his face reached its limit, and the boy ran out with a peppered head down or no looking back.

A boy's face, who has no heart or even looks luminescent, pulls a red tail into the darkness of the still bleak morning.... sounds like a tail lamp. I miss something.

"If it flashes five times, I love you. Maybe it's a sign."

"What are you talking about?

"Bright red, bright blue, bright red, bright blue..."

"I love you. Before that, it was a sign of ill health... because blood circulation is weird."

Estella, who doesn't have a piece of emotion, probably doesn't understand a bit.

I wish I had a more stylish relationship.

"The morning at the Koji factory is early."

Cough up with Cohon. "It looks like you're having a hard time getting in love," etc., and Asunt, who shares his thoughts without heart toward the back of a boy who's going away.

On his face it says, "Let's just get inside".

It's dry, this guy.

After we lost sight of the boy, we crept through the gates of the Koji factory.

"Please wait here" was passed through a house built quite behind the property.

I can get you upstairs on two floors, into a place like the reception room in the back.

All the furniture placed is calm, tannic, not brilliant, but luxurious, in such an atmospheric room.

I have an apology that reminds me of an established inn.

According to Assunt, this building in the back can only be put in by those who have built considerable trust.

"At first, we were passed to a place like a crawl by the entrance."

He first talked to the gatekeeper, to the person in charge of the stuffing, to the one further up, finally got a meeting with the Koji craftsman, and sold the soybean soy sauce in a grand way, and it was this building that got there after all the stages.

He needed so much enthusiasm and time that his soul could rub off.

"If it weren't for the soy sauce on the bean board, you probably wouldn't have even seen me"

Koji artisans here have a reputation for being difficult, and if they're in a bad mood, they won't be able to hang out with each other at work.

After all, I feel heavier wondering what kind of baba is coming... to deal with stubborn baba... but that baba is a gold-growing baba. If you think it's golden baba, some of the sinking feelings come to mind...

"Baba, Baba, Baba, Baba, Baba, Baba, Baba, Baba, Baba, Baba"

"What's the matter, suddenly!?

"No, I don't know, but when I look at Baba like he painted it, I feel like the word 'Baba' is going to pop out my mouth... and I thought I'd say it now"

"It's extremely dangerous... I'll tell you until I feel better right now."

Now I'm telling you, no matter what Baba comes out, "Baba more than I thought! You won't have to say."

Let's throw away about a year's worth of Baba here.

"Oh? Oh... did you"

Look at me like that, Asunt turns his eyes round.

And then I loosened my cheeks to see what was funny and started to sneeze.

"... what?

"No. I was just admiring my lack of self. I didn't know what I did would result in me failing to share information............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... But is that right... like that....................................................................................................................................................................."

Oh, my God, you're a disgusting guy.

Well, 'exclamation' can be used for both joy and admiration and mourning and grieving...... well, in which sense did you admire him, he...

Sitting on a sofa with low legs, he stares at Asunt, who laughs slightly.

Me and Estella are sitting, but Assunto and Natalia are standing on the wall.

I was wondering if he was the kind of person I had to stand up and welcome... and quietly the door opened and an old woman came into the room.

The face is engraved with deep, long wrinkles, giving the impression that sharp eyes like raptors and thin, firm eyebrows are likely to tighten.

The muffled look makes you feel more harsh than grumpy.

If I had a teacher like this, I would never have been good at it, she's such a grandmother.

If the world says it's just one craftsman, it looks like it's going to convince you unexpectedly.

Though it is not majesty like Lucia, the struggle is firmly established and convincing to age.

As Estella and I sat down at the same time, Grandma quietly lifted her hand and took control of us "as is". He said to sit down, and we obeyed honestly.

After taking a large amount of oxygen from her thin open mouth into her body, Grandma said quietly, in the same voice as she imagined.

"Soon, Master Rebecca will come. Please wait."

Quietly bend your hips and thank you when you're done.

... Isn't this the guy?

When she is distracted, Grandma leaves the room as quietly as she did when she came in.

"She is Bertha Haywood, the right arm of the Koji craftsman. He's the one who leaves these kinds of meetings, procedures, factory management, etc."

Craftsman Koji put all his energy into the management of Koji, and all other chores and errands are handled by a grandmother named Bertha.

So is that Pierce Lock?

Someone who can move such a person... looks like trouble.

Let's just talk about it and see how they get out.

- Gachari.

The moment the door opened quietly, the indoor air suddenly strained.

As someone came into the room, Asunt squeezed himself tight.

This body shrivels gently so that it can be caught.

"I think I've kept you waiting for a while. Sorry, forgive me."

When I glanced at the door to see the person who came in, something white and fluffy was shaking a little below the critical of my vision.

Keep your gaze slowly descending.

"You've had a hard time far away. I'm Rebecca Whitehead, the head of Koji."

Shutting the door and clamping and flirting in front of it was a very minimal toddler who gave birth to a ravenous ear that was both bright and white.

Are you rabbit? And it's smaller. Maybe smaller than Magda. Something like ham moru or less than magda, or about 110 cm if it's a number?

The hands and feet are sober, and the words are clear. Above all, he seems to have a clear opinion, so he should probably describe it as a girl, but if he sees big, creepy eyes and a hateful smile he's good at, he wants to describe it as a toddler.

"Hey, what's this little j..."

"Yes, it's a stop, Mr. Yashiro"

I was slapped on the shoulder for the sake of strength.

Asunt turns his gaze on me in the face of a merchant and whispers information to me.

"That word is forbidden. No… let's re-say 'it related words'"

To investigate, this toddler probably hates words like "toddler," "child," "kid," "penis," "estella level," and so on.

A young girl is something she doesn't like to be treated like a child.

I guess this young lady is a young lady with no leaks in the example.

I feel like I've seen it. Five to six years old.

"I hear you, it's Asunt."

"What!?... Aha, haha, haha. That sounds good to hear."

"Mm-hmm. Well, that's good. Most people who come here are surprised to see me."

Rumor has it hard, Koji.

With such prior information, anyone would imagine someone of that age.

The first thing I imagined was Osama with stubborn gray hair.

I didn't know she was such a toddler...... that would surprise anyone.

"But I feel unexpectedly that I do not like to see the missing faces among those who look at me and marvel at me. I'd be pissed off if you made a fool of me, but pure surprise would be sitting back."

"Yep. I suppose so. So I didn't tell you guys anything and I took you. They are my beloved friends and companions… let me take this kind of response, trusting that I will not work disrespectfully by mistake"

Well said. You just said "I was failing to share information" or something.

You're a root merchant around falling and not just waking up. You are. That's the face I'm just saying it's according to plan.

"I'm not a man who makes hate performances... come on"

Crisps, throats ringing and laughing Koji artisan Rebecca.

Stunning gray hair fluttering and shameless in the name of whitehead.

"I'm sorry about all of you. It surprised me."

Asunt bows his head lightly with a face that does not see any reflection color.

I see.

Did you earn these little points and get in?

Whisper, you're the "funny thing to offer" to the young lady there.

"Miz Rebecca Whitehead. I'm late to say hello. My name is Estella Claremona, Lord of District 42."

"Good. Don't get tough. I don't like being tough. It could be easier."

"Uh... then"

And, Estella sees Asunt.

I guess I can't measure how much easier it should be.

Anyway, he's a craftsman who's rumored to be difficult. If you're in a bad mood, they're going to tell you to leave immediately, and you're not allowed in or out.

"Look, it's not the man there."

Rebecca speaks in a shattered atmosphere to Estella, who is dying to decide what is wrong with her.

At that point, Rebecca's finger points at me.

"If it's about that guy's face, I'll allow you to be kidding me."

"Whose face are you kidding, Cora?"

"Mr. Yashiro."

"Ho, ho, good. Don't be so angry. It's Asunt. I'm in a good mood today. Don't be so disrespectful."

Which is disrespectful.

But to see Assunto's attitude, I guess this young girl really is a koji craftsman.

Besides, it's usually considered quite harsh.

"Dear Yashiro..."

Softly, Natalia calls from behind me.

You're trying to tell me something important because of the way your voice lurks.

"Even if you're kidding about Master Yashiro's face, that means you're okay until you're about to dance with your bums and puffs, right?

- Either you're here to say something you don't want to crap. Yeah. That was the latter.

Try it, bum puffy dance.

"Uh... so, with a dear meaning, Mr. Rebecca, may I call you?

Careful to the extreme, Estella asks Rebecca.

"Knock it off. I don't care what you call it. Except for" Chan. "

Can't you do 'honey'?

I know it'll work best for you, but 'Chan' does.

"I look so young. Especially when compared to Bertha."

No, you're young, Bertha's a grandmother, and I'm sure you do.

Nevertheless, it is not a good idea to decide by appearance.

There are also beautiful sisters of unknown age in the 42nd arrondissement, and this young girl may look like this and be older than us.

"Assunt......"

When I first met Bertina, I had a terrible time talking to her.

It's easier to act cautiously here.

"... Is that artisan named Rebecca much older than he looks?

"You're right, funny face!

Rebecca's long rabbit ear caught all the whispering in Asunt's ear.

... You're not interrupting me into a secret story, though it'll be hard to do.

"A man from a merchant guild who once banned me from going in and out, looked at me and said," You look like you're five years old. "

No, I see it. I see it.

You only look like you're five.... so do you want to go out and eat?

"Apparently, I'm quite young to be seen. Bye. Actual age is higher."

No way, I wouldn't say sixteen or anything with this look......

"How old are you?

"I'm nine this year."

"You're a kid!

"Mr. Yashiro!?

Next door Asunt said, "Piggy no!," he snorts.

But you don't have a choice in this!?

Tanzan, what are you, nine years old?!? Kid, you're in the middle of something!

"............... kid, then?

Rebecca's Usa ear said, "Bing!," he stood, and an angry expression appeared on his young face.

... again, I'm in trouble because I'm not afraid of anything and I'm rather adorable.

But for once, before the business meeting. Should I stay in a good mood?

"No, I'm sorry. Correct."

"Ho ho! A correction? What words are you going to correct!? I really want you to ask me how I can replace" kid "and other malicious words with words that are enough to fix my mood!

Mm-hmm!

And, he leaks his nose in momentum and glances at me with his bloody eyes like a child who had eclampsia.

It breaks my bones to forgive a obstinate kid... well, do you want to try?

"No way, words like 'child' or 'lady' would come up that would stroke my nerves back, huh? Or what? Escape to the rhetoric that is so clear with 'lady' or 'madam'? Come on, think about it by spinning your head full enough like that. If you make a mistake, they'll ban you all!

"That's it!?

Asunt looks back at this one in desperate shape.

You don't stare so much. I'm lard out of my forehead, so just wipe it, you.

He likes and dislikes Temehe, and he tries to kick the bargain that would surely make him profitable.

This Rebecca is not a tough artisan. He's just a selfish kid.

Then there's a way to deal with it.

"Come on, answer me, you funny looking man! Tell me now what words you describe me in!

Rebecca, pointing at me in the eye with a willingness not to allow any compromise.

Kneel before Rebecca like that and take that hand with respect as the knight would.

"Please fix your mood. Princess."

And gently mouth to the back of your hand.

... you wouldn't mind serving him this much because he's a kid.

"Princess............ then?

A low, creaking voice leaks.

And there's a lot of power in Rebecca's hands that trembles in small pieces.

"Yo! That sounds good!

Yeah. I think I'm in a better mood.

"Mon ~! What the hell! Please treat the lady properly! Well, well, well, well, well! I deserve this kind of adult treatment the most! Ugh, uh-huh!

Girls are what they admire about princesses, not girls who are treated like princesses and don't like them.

Especially if you're a girl who doesn't like to treat you like a child.

Speaking of what a girl admires about a princess, a beautiful dress, a brilliant castle, a sumptuous meal, colorful sweets......... and a cool knight who swears allegiance.

The vast majority recognize a prince on a white horse as their opponent, but when they find out they have a loyal knight beside them, the girl turns a blind eye to the fact.

I want you to think about it.

Would a prince from another country tear himself apart?

Will you keep any allegation foolish?

Even if you are a princess, they are royal.

The position is reciprocal. No, if it's the prince over there, he's more likely to weaken his position.

But knights aren't.

Pledge allegiance to the princess and risk your life for her.

If you order it, it will ensure it is executed, and if you wish, it will turn a gentle grin on you.

Such is what happens to a princess who finds out her own knight will be by her side... needless to say.

Few boys buy a knight role for a little play and come out. Well, he won't be there.

Follow any order with promises, and in the meantime keep smiling gently. That's not possible for a bunch of kids who want to get busted.

As much as I can afford an adult.

A knight works for a girl of her age who wants to grow up.

Because knights don't treat princesses like children.

The younger the kid, the more he likes the knight.

... So I'm treating Rebecca like this or not, but Rebecca at the time is happily saying "hmmm".

The kid is simple.

"That's good! I'm going to leave you with a charade. Come on, everybody, sit down. Let's start the business!

Rebecca's mood returns and Estella and Asunt exhale in plain sight.

Assunt or something, he still looks so pale that he's about to fall down.

Well, if you're a type like Asunt, you know, "You look like an adult," or "You're intelligent," that's the only thing that comes up.

That's why I find it difficult to negotiate with Rebecca.

Speaking of "you're young" to a woman in her seventies or so could be a compliment. But a few people would be offended to say the same to their twenties and thirties that they were "treated like old people".

It might be a little difficult for the Osama guys who were selling their flair to Osama. Selling charm to children. Not many, because they're out of the race that merchants desperately want to be liked, a child.

So they say, "Don't treat me like a child," and I get the idea of "Let's praise you for being an adult".

But I don't sound like a compliment if I don't do it to my age.

"Don't treat me like a child" sounds most like a "fun adult experience" - or "treat me like a child," after all.

The identity of the elusive Koji craftsman was eclampsia against adults who did not understand the child's mind, so he was just a child.