Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"Phew... Phew, no..."

Awesome whisper.

Something is frightening me.

Rebellion to the lord Donnis caused us, the guests, to wait in abundance, and then came to the dining room with a disgruntled attitude, the Fillman thing Rebecca stalking.

As soon as I find out we're the ones I met at the Koji factory, I'm frightened and small like a cat sucking on my belly meat just after I borrowed it.

"... Huh? I can't hear you."

"It's Fillman! Sorry to keep you waiting!

He lifts his calm hips up again once and sends a cheerful greeting.

Yeah, yeah. Young kids have a good impression of these healthy feelings.

"You're a genius at spotting what they don't like in a minute of things..."

Get great praise from Estella.

You can count on me, can't you?

Speaking to Estella, one of the servants snuck behind her back and handed her a beautifully folded little piece of paper. Sneaking around to avoid the eyes.

You got one of these in middle school during class.

"Breaking news! Yoshimura Sensei's (Beautiful English Teacher with Big Tits) blouse, the second button wears off and it's time to limit it!

There was one fellow in the class who was willing to let me know such trivial news.

That day's class, I wish it hadn't come to my mind. All the boys were focused on one point.

So, the sender of this letter that tickles such sweet and sour memories, naturally, is Fillman sitting across the street.

Turning his gaze, he pointed to the paper in my hand and sent a signal, "Look." Occasionally, while showing a bare gesture that cares about Donnis next door.

... Well, I think you just found out.

It's folded. Spread it out, and you'll have some hasty letters inside that are concise.

"Please keep this morning a secret."

- And it was written.

So I decided to write you back on that piece of paper.

"Sincerity, you know? '.

"Hey, Estella. Give me your pen."

"I refuse because I'm not going to write anything busy"

Damn. This guy imitates the kind of money making stories that are rolling in front of him as a kick...

I had no choice but to keep an eye out for YES and NO in a vague way.

Fillman seemed unable to wipe his anxiety, holding down his thin chest plate, which had not yet grown.

"Hmm? What, if so, do you have a face-to-face?

"Ugh, no..."

Look at our exchange, Donis turns his words to Fillman.

Fillman, who can't say "I don't know him," is stuck in words and sweaty enough to be funny.

"I've seen you in the city before. I didn't know you were Mr. Donati's blood relative."

Later, Estella sends out a help boat.

The relieved, delightful face of Fillman at that moment...... oh, I think I can expect a great deal in return from selling this guy a favor. That's the type, this guy.

Fillman, whose emotions are all in his face, doesn't think he's very suitable for a lord.

But I'm guessing Donis is getting a little bit sweet on the inside. Not if you're a parent idiot,... How many idiots do you say 'if you're a nephew's son opponent... Well, I can't think of one, so' idiot 'is fine. I guess it's silly.

"More than that, it's a corner, so I'd like to talk to Mr. Fillman a little bit"

"Right! Let's talk!

Quickly change the subject, Estella, before being pursued as to where we met.

This is lucky to get on with it... rather than jumping Fillman. You're the type who can't hide things, I'm sure.

"What, then we're interested in each other?

"Oh, yeah, well"

"Right. It's interesting because Mr. Donati is so eye-catching."

Various Fillmans and Estellas who answer without difficulty.

Seeing the two alternately like that, Donis sneers and deepens the crease on his face.

"Then go out with him already, hi-ha-hoo!

"No, that's not what I meant"

Put your hands on both sides of your mouth, jizzy enough to keep your mouth shut.... you're a descendant boy who wants to put it out on a burning garbage day.

"Uncle Donis. I've told you many times not to talk like that."

Includes a fed up frustration with Fillman's voice.

The earlier rushed appearance also disappears, just with a depressing look on his face.

But Donis at the time doesn't even show any bareback that cares.

Rather, it is becoming more lively.

"Why? Look, give me Miz Claremona. Isn't she breathtaking?"

Praised in front of me, Estella dyes her cheeks just a little.

This guy is vulnerable to compliments.

If you let them walk through the shopping streets of Japan, they would make a good duck around the eight hundred houses, the fishmongers, the butchers and the cleaners.

"Besides, an older wife is a good thing. Solid, calm, chaste, upbringing..."

"I didn't hear that."

"I'm catching up with the family..."

"Please don't!

To persistent jizz, Fillman gets furious.

Beating a hard table and exhaling anger from his belly.

The thin shoulders are quietly raised and lowered.

Donnis looks sinister, but closes that mouth that often turns around, stroking his jaw and staring at Fillman.

Then, besides, he lifted his right arm.

"So, you want me to be the foreman over there?

"Uncle Donis!?

"I thought it would be better that way if I took care of the family. She's super beautiful, and she's a pimp!

"Shut up, jizzy!

... Ah. There's a lot of jizz in my body, too, this guy.

Well, that's more than Estella.

Is that it? In "BU," will a woman like Natalia be held?

Estella's cheeks, which had been stained thin until earlier, are now cramped.

... right. You can't forgive me, the way I put it.

"Donis."

I dare you to call it off and point a mixed gaze at Donnis for even killing.

Depending on your response, you're my enemy.

Stand up slowly, I point to Natalia and raise my voice.

"What is' pie pie '!? Call me' Tits' with due respect!

"Wouldn't you make a scene about something that doesn't matter!?

"Shut up, no pie!

"Superior, Yashiro! Want me to get you on the table!?

"Well, well, both of you. Forgive me for being an 'extinct beauty' here."

"" Don't get on with it, Natalia!

Ironically, Estella and I agree, so we decide to settle the spear.

"Then there will be enough disrespect"

"You can't talk about people, either. Uncle Donis."

Stalkers are cautioned about wrinkles and jizzies wanting something.

... There's not a single decent guy in this space... other than me.

"I apologize for everything."

"No, what. You're the one who made me look ugly."

Words of apology are uttered to each other, and the spot is re-divided.

Looking softly at Donis, he doesn't seem so offended.

It doesn't seem as short or bigoted as I thought. Although the annoyance is picky.

"So, what are you here to talk about this time? I accepted a request from an old man."

This meeting was held at the hands of Marul.

Marul also said it was easy for Donnis to talk through, and Donnis himself said words to the effect that he "asked Marul for it".

Maybe this visit is special.

"As you know, District 42 is now being asked by the districts of 'BU' membership for compensation for creating a cause of water shortages. However, District 42 is not involved in this abnormal weather in any way. I want you to understand that."

"Hmm..."

Put your hands on him to grab his chin and rub the wrinkles on his cheeks.

As an old man, I don't store mustaches. Because of that, I guess a fine mustache is making noise.

"If you're going to listen to us and convince me, I want you to work to make sure that the Lords of the other districts that join BU are listening to us."

"You can't."

The word of denial was brought to light.

Still, hors d 'oeuvres haven't even come out.

"The request for compensation to District 42 was decided by a majority vote. It's not about steaming back now."

"So, suddenly. Mr. Donati said he was in the opposite position at first…"

'Cause it was a hassle.'

"............... Meng, how's it going?

I was stroking my chin. Put my hands together and elbow on the table, and put my head on there.

After a deep sigh, Donis whines in a low voice.

"It was a hassle to pull out the 42nd arrondissement and gather time when it was money. I have other important projects. I didn't want to spend my time on crap and disagreed. That's all."

Successor issues.

Other than that, time was spared, and for that reason Donnis objected to the claim for compensation to District 42. Don't let them take the extra time.

"But it was decided to charge by majority, and Washi was taken time. I guess I've had enough. Now, if District 42 pays compensation promptly, Washi will not be taken any longer on this issue. Now, I'm not going to steam it back."

"Oh no..."

Estella's eyebrows distort.

Donnis doesn't care about the 42nd arrondissement.

It's not what I found out.

Don't get involved with yourself any more, that's what I think.

It wasn't the action that was taken to help District 42.

"Come on, let's eat. Just go home when you're done with that. I have to talk to Fillman very carefully."

The bread and Donnis' hands are struck with loud noises.

Put that on the signal. The servants bring hors d 'oeuvres before each of them.

When this meal is over... time runs out, huh?

You Marul bastard. No way, "You can manage as long as you have time for a meal, right? ♪ You're not gonna say that, are you?

Whatever it is, the hole that was about to be drilled is closing at an incredible speed. There will only be one action to take at that time...

"What do you think of Fillman?

"... Huh?

- Closed holes, peel open.

I turn a provocative gaze on Fillman. Put on a provocative grin and pose provocatively.

"Ahhh."

"What do you want, you!?

"No, I'm sorry. It leaked provocative exhalation."

He's called Momentum. It's not that much of a concern.

"Do you think humans can influence this world enough to dictate the weather?

When he looked serious and asked Fillman, Fillman frowned plainly.

I don't know what the question means... face.

"They say it stopped raining as a result of the festivities in District 42"

"I'm listening to that story.... but"

"Do you really think that's possible?

After a little thought, Fillman gave up thinking.

"I don't know. But if all the Lords of" BU "decided it was possible, there might be instances like that."

Unlike Donnis, Fillman seems to be a 'BU' kid from 'Imadoki'.

In short, "I wonder what it isn't because everyone says so" is the bearer of thought.

If you do, you're making the mistake of not having to make a big mistake, and you're making the high point that even if you fail, you won't be responsible for it on your own.

It's both a big mistake, isn't it?

... Well, I'll let you know the more I hate chasing you.

Anyway, he's vulnerable to being held accountable.

I wonder how this guy would react if he was forced into an inevitable situation.

"If there's someone who can manipulate the weather freely, the city's koji craftsmen are worthless."

"Become!?

Fillman stands up unexpectedly.

At first glance, it would look like he felt angry at being insulted by the proud craftsmen of District XXIV.

But you're not, are you?

"If you can manipulate the weather freely, you don't need to chimatically regulate temperature and humidity every day, every day, earlier than the sun rises. You look funny like a koji artisan who's sweating and jumping."

"That's not true! Koji is a noble man!

I guess I ran out of words and noticed myself getting too hot.

"This, for the twenty-fourth arrondissement," Philmann said after breathing, hastily adding, softly sitting in a chair.

But don't think you got away with that, huh?

You seem very thoughtful in District 24.

"... naturally. It's a city where you were born and raised."

"You take care of it."

"So, …… naturally"

"Then take him over. Lords"

".................. Huh!?

"Oh, don't say good things, you're young! That's right, Fillman! If you care about this city, study hard and carry on the trail of the eagle!

"Well, that's not what I'm talking about!

Fillman rises up in such a way as to indulge.

Donnis' anger flies on his back as he tries to walk away.

"What don't you like!?

Shoulder trembling in a vicious manner, Fillman stops on his feet.

But I don't turn around.

Donis reveals his anger and rises slowly.

"What dissatisfaction do you have in becoming Lord of the Glorious Twenty-Four? There are many people who don't deserve to be. From their perspective, how blessed they are..."

"I want to decide my future with my own hands."

There were tears in Fillman's eyes as he looked back, his eaten teeth trembling with bees.

Anger and fear are mixed to give a complex look.

Fear of an irreversible opponent.

Untransferable strong thoughts.

A frustration with my life that doesn't work the way I want it to.

He's a really easy boy to understand.

Youth, I'm not.

"... in the future, you say?

Fillman turns away.

Anger can explode easily, but its fire shrivels relatively quickly. It never disappears, but it keeps tickling. However, it cannot be burned up.

"Are you telling me you want to be a soybean farmer, too?

The path chosen by all their own nephews.

Donis bumps without hiding the suspicion that Fillman does the same.

But Fillman answers nothing.

"A lord is a proud job. I'm not saying the farmers are bad, but!...... never an inferior profession compared to a farmer!

"… I am aware of that"

"So why!?

…………

Fillman does not answer.

I can't answer that.

"If you become a lord, you get a lot of benefits too, don't you? You will have the money for life, the servants will be able to treat you as you wish, and you can make the nobles fu."

Whispering such sweet words does not reach Fillman's heart.

"Marriage, too."

Fillman is slightly more shaky.

"You can choose the best person you want. The daughter of a good family has made a name for herself to your opponent. They're just noble daughters of fame."

Fillman bites his lips off.

"Oh, you know, Mr. Donati!

Estella, who knows what's going on, pinches her mouth.

I turn my gaze to Fillman only once, choosing words with care not to be caught out as much as possible.

"Lately, I hear that more and more people want free love, regardless of their status, even in nobility. Even when it comes to marriage, a lot of people choose someone they can really love with an out-of-the-box look at matchmaking."

To Estella's follow-up, Fillman looks up.

He has a soggy look, staring at the light that shines lightly in the dark.

"Sure, they've had more of those lately. Most people hate bigamy."

"That's right. All humans are equal. Acts that narrow their potential themselves are synonymous with inviting themselves to a slim and declining future. If you are a Lordship of District XXIV with an unwavering belief and at the same time an understanding of and tolerance for a new era, I believe you have enough weight to tolerate it."

"Whatever."

Donnis' expression is relaxed, and even from Fillman's cheek, tension is removed.

"More than ever, I was one of those who questioned a marital relationship that was devoted to the family. It's wrong to involve politics in a marriage."

"Exactly, Mr. Donati"

If you are a nobleman, you would prefer to marry someone more visible than yourself, and it would be something that demands at least the same degree of family character as you.

But Donis hated it.

Although the result may have been to pierce the bachelor.

"I can't imagine how many lords have taken their seats, or how many of them have collapsed with such things in an attempt to be driven out of the district because of it. Even if the world calls it falling, I've been complaining for years that I shouldn't care about anything like that."

...... hmm?

"For the old men who don't have ears to listen to, they've boiled their business many times. The foolishness, the narrowness, the decency of the incomprehensible, the eagle who has seen such things as disgusting. I am proud to say that young people have an understanding of the new era!

……………………………………

"I strongly believe that marriage is what nurtures love between those who like it!

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Because this jizzy guy still says he continues to admire Marul... oh so all the servants in this hall are men? Even if it's a paycheck, not putting a woman in a hall is a sign that you don't want to make a weird misconception about putting up a fuck with Marul...? Am I right?

... puberty or this jizzy.

"So, Mr. Donati. What if? If, in the unlikely event, you had someone in mind..."

Fillman opens his eyes a little to Estella's words.

You've been on a bold bet for a long time.

Well, I have to say "OK" for this flow.

It could be a good hand to put it on the stream and take a word for it.

"If you have someone like that, I'd rather be happy."

Psst! - And Fillman's face gets clearer in plain sight.

"Well, if you're a general daughter, you might need some education - only as a hobby of those who become lord's daughter-in-law - but there won't be an obstacle to marriage"

Reflectively, Fillman's fist is gripped hard.

It's a little gut pose. You took the word.

"As long as we get married, there will be no more noise from the outfield. I don't want you to see the same thing as me..."

Donnis' face, who said so, looked wrinkled but tender and tender.

"Besides, as long as you marry me, I can focus on the Lord's responsibilities afterwards. That's a good thing. If you have a daughter who cares, I'll work with you in a small way."

"Uncle Donis..."

The attachment between relatives, which the adolescent boy had twisted because he had hidden his love heart, is likely to be dissolved somehow.

It may also solve the successor problem that has plagued Donnis for so long over the past few years, and if Donnis is in a better mood now, he can help us here against his claim for compensation to District 42.

Well, aside from whether Rebecca will O.K., this solves the problem over here. Congratulations...

"- Unless they're subhuman."

In a word from Donnis, the air froze.

No,... cracked.

…………

Fillman's face looks completely down.

I can't hide in my soft forehead and see the look on my face.

I'm just slightly trembling.... by anger.

"Come on, if you have a daughter you care about, say it! I'm gonna get you some good luck!

".................. great help!

Swing a tumbled glass from the table and pour water on Donnis.

Fillman jumped out of the dining room as he knocked down the chair that was by his side.

"... be... what a disrespectful guy! Capture him now and imprison him in the dungeon. Eh!

"But the Hall!

"Shut up! You should have been imprisoned too!?

"Yes, no! Sorry! Right away!

An old butler rushed out of the dining room, and fewer than ten servants followed it.

"............ not at all!

Lose your hips to the chair abusively and wipe your wet face with napkins.

Then, poke one elbow at the table and keep your head looking heavy. Wrinkles stretched, cheeks distorted, a sad look on his face and a heavy sigh.

"... sorry"

In a voice that seems to disappear, Donis sends an apology.

I know you wanted to react to something, but Estella seemed unable to find the words well in the series of noises that happened in front of her.

In the end, Estella just dropped her gaze and leaked her breath.

"... this is what happens all the time"

In the heavy air no one talks about, Donis moves his mouth full of wrinkles like an old tree like sin.

"I can totally understand what he's thinking... and maybe how I can get my thoughts to him... I don't know what he's thinking"

Hold down your temples, squeeze them with your fingers, and jizzy leaks a cry.

Perhaps one more minute and you'll be like, "... you've said something boring. Forget it," I guess I'll leak those words.

... but.

"Shall I tell you?

Everyone on the spot turns a gaze at my words like that.

"Or rather... shall I give you a hand?

The surprise of "what's going on," the suspicion of "is that possible," and the hopeful eyes of "I want you to save me if you can".

With all that jizzy gaze...

"What the hell are you going to do next?" Estella's chilling gaze -

Well. Both calm down, don't panic so much...... you'll see.