Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"Hey, my knight. Tell me your name. Remember it specifically."

Ribeka, a koji craftsman (nine years old, five years old looking), sitting in a good mood and stepping back and pointing at me.

Princess, I don't know, I thought I'd slap him on the spread knee even if this was it, but, well, okay. It's more convenient for these kids to stay on track.

"Your disrespect in speaking my name to those beautiful ears, forgive me, princess. My name is Obayashiro."

"Ha ha. What, that way of talking? You don't feel good. You don't look good. You talk normally."

Consider an adult to suit your taste... this is why the kid.

... and Estella. Take a distance from me and stop giving me the whole body a "wow..." look. You don't have goosebumps.

That's enough. I'll go normally.

"Well, in this tone, forgive me, will you?

"Mm-hmm. People's personalities are on their faces. That would be better suited. Dirty language makes you special."

"Heck, thanks, My Princess"

"Nfu! It tickles."

Rebecca pounding and scratching around her neck and rolling around grazily on the couch.

I don't think I've ever been treated like this, and it floats in grandeur.

"... really, you're a horrible man, aren't you, Yashiro?"

"Totally... with a woman, she dives right into her nostalgia, regardless of her age, youth, status or personality... me, if I discover the art of going back in time, I will go and advise myself to 'stop wasting my time and fly the white flag right away'"

Estella and Asunt are talking crap over there.

Put your bargaining awkwardness on the shelf and don't blame me. I'm the standard, and you guys aren't working hard enough.

Mostly, at home or in the car, it's parents with kids who make big purchases, and the weaknesses of those guys are mostly kids. Kids like it can be called the basics in the basics to turn big business deals into things.

If you want to make a profit, kid likes you.

If I can see how much I like children in the wind, I even follow the by-product that third-party ratings will rise and make a good impression.

It's the basics of a con artist.

I guess they don't know because they're not scammers.

"Master Yashiro loves children."

Natalia is making a mistake.

Sure, it's strangely missed by the kids and hamsters in the church, but I don't like kids. Those guys are just liking me on their own.

The kid can't get through a theoretical conversation, so he's also said to be the natural enemy of a con artist.

Only prop handling to fit the negotiator into a trap.

However, if that negotiator is a kid, this one needs to go with it.

I don't like it, but I'm good at it.

That's all we're talking about.

"... in a sexual sense"

"Let me make that clear NO!

Correction.

Natalia hasn't made a mistake.

That's malicious.

"Hey, my knight."

Rebecca bends her index finger over and calls me.

"I'll allow you to sit next to me. Sit here."

And pound the couch.

It's a gesture of sitting next to yourself.

"No," he said, giving the kid an occasional look, a happy and irresistible look.

My relative's brother makes a good face about the kid when he comes to see me.

In short, that's the face of the hour when you say, "I got a toy".

"Okay, excuse me."

The change in my seating position changes the order of seats.

Me next to Rebecca.

Estella sits across from me, and Asunt sits across from Rebecca.

Natalia sits quietly behind Estella.

And when I noticed, Bertha stood by the door.

Rebecca's right-hand man and amazing grandmother who partitions the operation of this entire koji factory.

Maybe it's like a foreman at the lord's. The way the signs are erased looks just like that.

After each of them took their seats for a while, a few women entered the room thinking they were factory employees. And he switched the tea that had been served before us to something new, and promptly sprinkled it.

"Well, even when it comes to business talks, I've already talked to Assunt there about the big muscles. This time, the main thing is to get a look at the taste of soy sauce on the bean board and let me hear other interesting stories. Don't be so hard. Just take it easy."

As I say, I send Bertha a signal that twists and turns my fingers.

Take a deep bow with the dust and Bertha leaves the room. Probably went to get some beanboard soy.

"My knight."

Put a beard on my thigh, and Rebecca peeks into my face.

I guess skinship is excessive because he's a prepubescent kid.

This guy. You don't always call me by name because you remember my name or something.

"I've known the name Obayashiro for a long time. You're the man who created the soy sauce, aren't you?

"I didn't create it. I just taught him how to make the condiments that were in my hometown."

If you think of "birth parents," that's what makes you want to create new condiments, and you could be driven out by research.

I can tell you what I know, but I can't help anything I don't know. I'm just an amateur with a little knowledge. I do not intend to change that position in any way.

"Hmm. You're being modest. It doesn't look good on your face."

Rebecca rocks her shoulders and laughs.

A lot of these things sound like kids, too.

"So, what do you mean, 'other interesting stories'?

"I want you to tell me about new, groundbreaking and exciting flavors like soy sauce."

"I don't."

Yeah, yeah. Can you think of any new condiments?

I can guess a few things about the use of soy sauce on the bean board.

"Oh, well... I was hoping..."

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you"

Asunt bows his head somehow to Rebecca, who looks sorry.

... So you blew in, like, "If you're Mr. Yashiro, you might know some other interesting seasonings"?

"Oh, no. I didn't say anything."

As if you've read my expression, Assunto pinches the words of illustration.

"I just had a lot of expectations for Mr. Yashiro... and I know how sorry I am."

... what is that far-fetched "disappointing" declaration?

Expect it on your own, you're disappointed on your own.

"Then I will quiz you. Give me a special gift for those who get it right."

Abrupt quiz time.

This, too, is really childish. When you're dealing with a kid, you face him over and over again, what's this abrupt quiz time?

"You will also speak well, miso. How is that miso made ~?

With a strange verse at the end of the story, an issue from Rebecca is brought about.

That's more of a matter of knowledge than a quiz.

Rebecca tried to nominate me first, but when I even made her look "I know you," she pointed that spearhead at Estella.

"Ho, lord of the 42nd arrondissement. Answer me."

"Uh..."

Estella is not the type to find out how to make Ginette's miso soup, even if she likes it. I mean, I'm suspicious you even know how to make miso soup.

This guy is basically only familiar with what's going on in District 42.

Estella turns her gaze to Natalia to ask for help.

With that in mind, Natalia raises her hand quietly and turns her words to Rebecca

"On behalf of Master Estella, do you mind if I answer?

"Mm-hmm. That's good. Allow."

There is a delicious place to drink in the 33rd arrondissement - Natalia who also knew such information. It is likely that we are also gathering information from other districts to help Estella.

Well, I knew beforehand that I was going to see Koji. The least I can do is find out.

Not to worry, I waited for the answer that would come from Natalia's mouth.

Even with our gaze, Natalia doesn't show any haste and opens her mouth sparingly.

"First, we catch wild miso"

"You're lying!?

I get up unexpectedly with the exact answer.

Wild miso!?

Then what?

You say your hands and feet are growing on that brown, sticky object and running around in the woods!?

"The tool used is a fishing rod"

"The sea!? Are you in the ocean?

"Hehe, Master Yashiro. Just kidding. If there was miso in the sea, wouldn't the sea be miso soup................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"The river will turn into miso soup!?

To what extent are you serious, Natalia comes to such an answer without changing her expression in any way.

To see Estella's expression tense, you don't seem to believe it, tell a simple story about Natalia.

"Hmm. She's an interesting woman."

But Rebecca has a pleasant grin.

He looks in a good mood, though not a giggle of dullness.

"Beauty is smart, after all."

"Yeah, well, that's right"

"Natalia, be humble!

I still get Estella's quick scratch on Natalia, who has her chest stretched.

But look at Natalia. What is' beauty '... No, I guess she's beautiful, but I was a little curious about the way Rebecca said it.

I didn't look at your face and say 'beauty', but I know what someone defined as' this is what beauty is' as' information '... because it was in that tone.

I wonder if this guy's watching, too, that info paper.

"But it's a hassle"

"What!?

No, "What!?"?

Whatever you think would be a hassle!?

"Mr. Natalia. Miso is matured and finished by mixing soy and koji together."

Asunt teaches Natalia the right answer when she says too misguided an answer.

At that moment, Natalia's eyes changed.

"... what's this guy saying? ♪ Like, in cold eyes. ♪

Oh, Natalia's guy, you know what I'm talking about?

…………

Until just now, Rebecca, who was in a good mood next to me, suddenly became quiet.

Yes, because Assunt stepped through the mines.

"Oh, that? Eh, wasn't it?

".............................. no. Is that correct?

Rebecca's Usa ear said, "Bing!," he says feathery, tremendously - correctly in a low voice.

........................ Asunt. You know what a promise is?

Quiz, the primary purpose is to say the right answer, but more fun than that is to worry about the mystery.

I can't believe I said the right answer from before either me or Estella answered it yet... well, it's not a diligent answer to a troubled quote, but a way of answering it that would tease the knowledge I knew beforehand... it's cold.

And Asunt.

Never forget this.

A child is a creature who wants to tell you the right answer.

Sometimes, even if it's a damn simple question, you have to "tell me the answer" and do it poorly.

Theory and reason don't work for kids.

Kids are emotional creatures, of course.

It's not rational.

Fun or not. That's what matters.

... Look at that. Rebecca bent the heso.

"... deal with the merchant guild, I don't know if I should stop..."

Come here. Don't whisper horrible things.

If the soy sauce on the bean board doesn't come out, there won't be any more demand for solamame, and there won't be any less solamame in the 29th arrondissement.

"Yes, no, um... if you've done something to disturb me, apologize..."

"I don't need an apology.... That's because I usually just took the quiz."

"Yes, no... uh... ahhh...!

Chill out, Asunt comes looking for help here.

Next door, Estella also has an obvious look.

... at last.

"That's not enough of an answer. I just put Koji to bed with those hard soybeans, and I have to do something with miso."

Rebecca still sees me in disgust.

Your eyes are like, "Have a clear mood..." That's...

Fixing a crooked heso is really tough... I'll lend it to you, Asunt.

"He doesn't know the most important thing about making miso. When he saw someone he didn't know, he said, 'What, seriously!?' I can't say I'm right without making an absolutely astonishing point. Hey, Rebecca?

"Best of all, surprise, then?

Rebecca is a koji artisan, but I guess she knows at least the whole trip that she made miso making a problem.

I hear they make miso and soy sauce in this factory. Maybe there's that 'bump' too.

When you go to the miso factory on a factory tour, the first surprise point you can mostly show.

Let's get that guy in trouble and get him in a good mood.

"Then I'll give you a problem instead. The first step in making miso is to wash the soybeans. I use plenty of water to thoroughly remove soybean stains... at this point, what do you think of soybeans that don't sink to the bottom and float? Estella."

"What, me?

When Estella is nominated in the middle of the problem, Estella arms herself in a hurry and mouths the answer she has come up with all the time.

"And sink!

"It's not a mix."

If you're going to treat me like a lot of other people, don't bother asking.

"Hmm? Hmm? What, you don't even know that?

"Ha............ sorry, lack of study"

Estella shrinks to the unholy word of Rebecca.... but it's a matter you don't have to know, don't worry so much.

However, Rebecca's mood slightly improves on Estella's appearance.

"What do you do with floating beans, Rebecca?

"Throw it away."

"Huh? Waste"

"Hmm... Miso is delicate. We need to carefully select the ingredients."

Soybeans usually sink into water.

The fact that it floats often means that you have problems with it being a bug or scratched or not growing properly. By removing that stuff properly, the miso tastes much better.

So, here's the problem.

"That's how beautiful soybeans are immersed overnight in about three to four times the amount of water as beans... there appears to be a certain change in the soybeans immersed. Well, what do you think that is?

And again, I point to Estella.

"Oh, again!?," he said, majestically wolfing, Estella twisting her head with her best regards.

Don't react so well. Look, Rebecca's crooked heso is stretching a little straight.

"Ha, germinate!

"Tastes off!

When it germinates, the nutrients in the beans are taken.

However, from the perspective of the changes that appear when immersed in water, it is not a good opinion.

Estella looks sinister because she's incorrect and stuck with me.

But that's fine!

Whether it's a quiz show or whatever, someone else's rare answer is the best entertainment.

Combined with a tempered scratch, it invites laughter from those who watch.

Look, Rebecca is laughing with her mouth open.

"Ha ha... good. Good, lord of the 42nd arrondissement. That's an interesting lord."

"Oh no... sorry for the lack of study"

"What are you saying? If I knew anything about miso, I wouldn't be in my shoes."

Asunt breaks himself into the phrase "no position". Bend your body to the lettering and hold your belly with both hands, as if even a pile had been punched into your belly.

Were you hit in the stomach by tremendous stress?

"What you don't know is no shame. It's a shame not to think about it. What you don't know is what you have to tell me."

Estella's rare answer seems to have been popular, and Rebecca's face is seeping, growing, and overflowing with joy.

"Oh, my God, what's your name? Let's remember."

"Ah... Estella, it is"

"No, you just named me, didn't you?" Including only the word, Estella names her name again.

In short, Rebecca is only going to remember the name of the person she likes. I hear the introduction just now went from right to left.

I guess it's because of the beanboard soy sauce that Asunto can remember his name.

In contrast, Estella seemed to like her personality.

"It's hard! Talk to Frank more like a good friend! It would be more fun to decide."

- I had been certified as a friend by Rebecca.

"Ah... well, well, thank you again, Rebecca..."

"Hmm?

"..."

"Uhm! Nice to meet you, Estella"

Even if we get along, it doesn't seem to work properly.

You can be abandoned, Estella.

Natalia's a little upset back there.

"Dear Rebecca,"

Holding the little one aside, Bertha returns.

When you enter the room, turn your scared voice towards Rebecca.

"What is a calling away towards the lord? Bertha doesn't remember raising Lord Rebecca that way. Treat them with due respect and respect"

Bertha's words are fogged with Natalia's unleashed grumpy aura.

Heh. I thought a strong chick would get spoiled and grow up to be an untouchable fucking kid, but Bertha seems to be a decent adult.

"But Estella and I are already friends. You're not angry at me for calling you away, are you, Estella?

"Uh, well... I don't get angry..."

"Look at that! Bertha's an old thinker!

Bertha speaks pale with her temperatureless eyes to Rebecca, who steps back as if she had taken a ghost's neck.

"Right. I live long and my thoughts must smell old for a long time. I'm much more 'adult' than you are, Rebecca 'Chan'."

"Huh!? Wow, you always tell me not to call me that! Correct it!

"Rebecca."

"Muki! Don't treat me like a child! Stop it!

No, that no longer treats me like a baby, not as a child.

Bertha stroking and stirring up Rebecca's nerves.... Who said "adults" with long lived ideas? You're a kid enough.

"Oh, you know, Mr. Bertha. I really don't care. I'm glad you like it."

"Generous words, it hurts. You're as generous as you say, Lord of District 42."

Bertha bows her head on behalf of Rebecca and compliments Estella.

Natalia creates an air of no heart or pride, and Estella's expression is slightly cloudy.

... Right. You're curious............... the word 'rumor'.

"That's who you call the Lord of Smiles."

"I knew it!

Estella holding her head with both arms and kneeling on the floor as she slipped off the couch.

You're desperate as if you've melted your entire fortune with FX.

Estella's wishes were also vain, and rumors of the 'Lord of Smiles' had roared far from District 42 to District 24. It will also be a matter of time before it becomes a national district.

"But Dear Lord of Smiles,

"Call me Estella! Absolutely! No, please, you're right!

He's keeping his head down on his knees, so it's like a dust seat.

Estella, you're too desperate.

"So, Master Estella. I appreciate the generous response, but Master Rebecca is a child who cannot tell without saying, so I have to state clearly that it is not. Why don't you just pull that care in once now?

"Ha... if you want me to do that from the point of view of education, you can't say no"

"Thank you"

Towards Estella sitting on the floor. Is that why Bertha folds her hips and bows her head deep and deep to no more. It's a bow that I think is stereoscopic bending.

Then wake up slowly and lift your face, while at the same time turning a tight gaze towards Rebecca.

"Repeat After Me!" Estella! "

"Will you wait a minute, Bertha!?

Estella jumped up.

I rise from the front seat all at once, stuffing Bertha with that momentum.

This spring is amazing. If there were more than one shore supervisor here, there would likely be a beating up.

"Channeling is a bit..."

"I suppose it should be accompanied by 'Dear', but it depends on how much Estella takes care of you and decides' Chan 'is the best"

...... yeah. I'm sorry about this old lady, too.

Good. I'm kind of relieved.

"You got it. Say hello, Estella."

"... Yep, I've already made up my mind...? Well, nice to meet you, Rebecca......"

Rebecca and Bertha nodding satisfactorily.

I don't know, but I'm sorry to make this any more difficult, Estella in early giving up mode.

And Natalia, who loves the hilarious misfortune of her Lord. That's a nice smile on my face.

And Assunt outside the mosquito net.

I mean, apart from how tired my mind was with the kid's playmate, there was a part of me that was strangely convinced that I was going to fall, and I was feeling refreshed.

"The Uncomfortable Koji Craftsman"

Perhaps many merchants have burned their hands against Rebecca.

Anyway, they don't know where Rebecca's mines are.

Praise or no, push or pull, try to fish with things probably not, then try to bring up some serious work stories...... and not when you can't even positively attack.

Rebecca lives on emotions.

Even leading university professors can't analyze kid emotions.

It's harder to predict than tomorrow's weather.

I don't know why I pissed you off, and once I pissed you off, my previous relationship would be chara... so bad it would be broken.

That would have seemed difficult.

Asunt alone might have cut off the development of soy sauce on the bean board this time. The contract could have been completely broken and the distribution could have been desperate.

Estella is more effective against these opponents.

He's not a great power man.

Most importantly, Estella is often liked by kids.

Church kids. Ham kids. Kids come to the Yangdu Pavilion for lunch.

Rebekah - Koji craftsmen are exempt from the "duty of beans" equally borne by the inhabitants of the district belonging to 'BU'. Isn't that something that the Lords of the Twenty-fourth District can decide on their own... and I'm staring.

Soybeans are a treasure ingredient that turns soy sauce into miso and a big hit product.

The benefit goes beyond District 24 to the entire "BU".

That's why it's privileged to bend the 'BU' rule - and think harder.

If Rebecca nostalgic for Estella and settles into a friendly position in the 42nd arrondissement... it could be a powerful card against the 'BU' guys.

Even if not, it will be easier to talk to the Lords of District XXIV.

So, Estella... we're gonna get along fine, with the little one there.

"You're handy, Estella."

"Will you stop?"

Dye your cheeks thinly, Estella staring at me.

Heck, yeah.

Then... we'll keep it here till time.