Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

Michele of the Abramsi tribe.

Mococa's brother, who once met him in a solamame field in District XXIX.

Having a sister in the 29th arrondissement means Michelle must also be from the 29th arrondissement.

It seems true that the wounded Beasts of all districts can be gathered in this church.

"You're talking to me, right? Let me ask you something."

... He does seem to be Mococa's brother for sure. You talk just like that.

Anyway, if you salute this tone, it's like, "I'm gonna ask you," right?

Education is about the environment.

"Yashiro. Let's just put in some exploration."

Estella hits me in the ear.

Right.

If Rebecca's thinkers are in this church, somehow, we think it's suspicious around Michele.

After finding out who that thinker is, I still don't know what to do. I don't know, but if we don't find out first, we won't start talking.

Then you should put in the exploration as Estella says..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Hey, Michelle. You, the guy you like, you know?

"It's a mockingbird!

"No, I didn't. With a woman."

"It's a mockingbird!

"I know you're a woman because you're my sister! Love, yes!

"It's a mockingbird!

"Are you sick too!?

Is it a severe ciscon that makes me look at my sister with a loving eye...

"Michelle's a really family-friendly brother, and she's drowning her sister so uncomfortably from the edge," she said.

"You're spitting more poison, that Sister."

"No offense, Mr. Sophie, I'm sure."

You mean disgusting as an objective fact?

Either way, it's terminal.

"Mokoka is a sweethearted sister who sends monthly shipments out of less money. She's too much for me."

Mococa must have said something about growing a solamame while doing pest control on a part-time basis.

I thought you said life was hard... but you even sent me.

When Lucia heard, she immediately said, "Take it! We'll take care of you!" or something like that. "... Think about Mococa's safety and never speak out.

... I mean, didn't Sophie just say, "Every day, every day, until the limits come" or something?

"Aren't you the one who sends them?

"That's what I'm gonna do!... but it's always stupid to get it..."

Harder, brother!

... Well, I can't even do that with such flirting.

I mean, there's not going to be a lot of money for field work within the church.

"You're my sister."

"That's right! You're so cute, you're adorable, you're a brother and daughter, you're sweet, you're a hard-working mockingbird, it's weirder not to like it!

"No, your love has gone too far."

"Mokoka, laaaaaaaaaaahhhh!... Ohhhh!

"Blood won't throw up ah!?

"... Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh."

"Mr. Michel!?

Michelle, spitting blood over the tension, fell straight onto the dirt.

Sophie rushes to her care... but I don't know, I don't feel like helping at all.

"Mr. Barbara! Sister Barbara!

Speak to the church like Sophie panicked.

And I said, "Yes, yes, what is it?" and the good old lady showed up.

"Oh, well. Mr. Michelle, were you overexcited about your sister again? Really... you're so young."

An old Sister who spits blood and looks at Michelle, who is tingling, with a loving look.... Take it easy, dude.

"Mr. Michelle, are you okay? Can't you?"

"Well... well, well..."

"Then you're fine. Go to your room and rest."

"Come on, come on, come on, come on..."

"Look, guys. Michelle, take your brother to your room."

"" "" Huh!

The kids, who seemed to have fun practicing "Kame no Bo," respond vibrantly to the words of the old Sister, and take on all the fallen Michelle.

"I'm always sorry, guys..."

"" "" I mean, it's okay, I'm sorry!

Keeping Michelle in charge, the kids go into church naughty.... it looks like ants are carrying semi carcasses...

"Sleep in peace..."

"He's not dead, Yashiro."

"... sleep in peace"

"Don't force me to sleep in peace"

I think you should sleep in peace, Estella. Kicking my tender care.

And then he leans over and punches me in the ear all the time.

"You think I'm Mr. Rebecca's thinker?

"If that's the case, Philman has another chance because Rebecca's romance is more and more jammed and broken...... well, there won't be any arr"

"I guess...... I wonder how many others there are, candidates."

I hear there are still a few people who work here... are we going to hit the tunnel? It's troublesome though.

Look at us having such a secret conversation, the old Sister who just came out of church loosens his mouth.

"Sophie. What about those guys over there?

"Oh, excuse me, Mr. Barbara. Explanation delayed."

Sophie gives a letter from Bertina in a hurry.

The old Sister receives it and takes a big lupe out of her nostalgia and begins silent reading.

"Well, well, Sister Bertina's..."

Old Sister taking off the lupe and staring at us seriously.

Is an introduction from Bertina such a rarity? They are pointing their gaze as if even a rare beast sees it.

"How is Sister Bertina?

"Yes. You smile and watch us every day."

"Yeah, it looks like that one."

That one...

Oh, is this baba looking up at Bertina, too?

"Can I ask you one thing, Sister Barbara?"

"It's Sister Barbara, Yashiro."

"Whoa, excuse me. Sister Baba."

"Rude. Yikes!

No, so human beings have 80% of the information from sight...

"Ugh. As the letter said, you're funny. You're Mr. Obayashiro."

... what the hell did you write, Bertina?

"By the way, I can't show you this letter because you're asking me to never show it to you two."

Baba giggles.... Shit, did they hit the lead?

"So, what is it you want to hear?

"Uh, maybe what... is Sister Barbara younger than Bertina?

"Yeah, I am. When I was a little girl, I took great care of her."

Seriously!? Wow, Bertina.

Aren't you immortal?

"Very tough, but you were sweeter than that..."

"It's the same now."

"Ugh. I guess."

Barbara and Estella smile at each other.

But, Estella.

To sum up all the stories I've heard so far, it seems that Bertina only gained an appetite like this once Ginette grew up there.

... It's changed, Bertina.

If you show that old lady she's eating big, she'll lose her hips, I'm sure.

"I used to take care of you in the 42nd Ward, too."

"Really?

"Yep. It's been a good day for the poor."

Unexpectedly, there is talk of District 42, and Estella embarks on herself with interest.

Perhaps you know about Zermal's grandfather and Grandma Mum.

"I don't know a Sister better than Sister Bertina to call her the Virgin."

It's a compliment.

Bertina seems to be seen favorably by other Sisters. On an unobstructed level when it comes to respect.

"Such an amazing person has been keeping me in District 42 for a long time, hasn't he? Gotta be thankful."

Bertina, who will naturally stay by your side.

Seems to have reaffirmed that gratitude and Estella is smiling happily. In the usual 40% increase or so.

But when I heard Estella say that, now Sophie opened her mouth.

"That's not true, Master Claremona."

"To?"

With somewhat more serious eyes, Sophie begins to speak quietly and in a tone that tells us.

"Mr. Bertina is not staying in District 42 in favor. He's the one who has to be there."

Estella breathes into a sudden total denial.

It's time to turn your gaze here, but you can't tell by me. Shut up and wait for the conversation to continue.

"Mr. Bertina is the only Sister chosen by the Spirit God."

"To the Spirit God...... chosen?

Estella's expression increases the color of confusion.

Bertina with an elf, beautiful, aged and undamaged, and a steel stomach.

I'm sure he's a special person.

In the first place, I've never seen an elf other than a Bertina.

But that should be racial.

Just as the Beasts have power over intelligence.

What the hell are you referring to being chosen by the Spirit God?

"He is the only one who can hear the Spirit God's message."

"... ah"

I remember what Ginette told me a long time ago.

Bertina occasionally heard the announcement in her dreams and made her way to the wetlands.

And he said there would always be more new families when that happened.

Does that mean that when a child is dumped in the wetlands, some message is sent out from the Spirit God, and only Bertina can receive it -?

... I don't know.

When I heard about Ginette, I interpreted it like the special abilities bestowed on Bertina to protect the lives of abandoned children... but now somehow - I feel like the Spirit God is making us eliminate the heterogeneities that have gotten mixed up to protect the wetlands -.

Depending on the storyteller, you get a different impression of the same story.

"Mr. Bertina's presence in that place keeps frogs from overflowing into the city. I mean, that's the one who's protecting this city... by himself"

Oops.

The storyteller seemed to be talking in a different way than me.

The frog is abandoned by the Spirit God.

So isolated and trapped from the world of humans under the protection of the Spirit God.

He said Bertina, the only Sister who can hear the Spirit God's message, is to monitor it.

... Uh-huh.

Something's not pinned down.

Given Bertina's character, I don't think so.

It's not 'surveillance' that suits Bertina, it's 'protection'.

"Sister has a role to play in reaching out to those who can only be saved by that person in a place suitable for that person. Like I'm here."

hands on his own chest, says Sophie with a kind of pride.

Show such a strong will that you are here to save the wounded Beastman clan.

Just like Bertina - but she said.

"Hey."

Smile, and relax, old Sister Barbara leaks the word.

Like staring at Sophie, not blaming her, not blaming her, just telling her one fact.

"What you think and where you stay is due to that person's personal will. I can't deny that. But you can't even see the will of others."

That's right.

What Bertina thinks and stays in that place...... that's all Bertina herself knows.

But - I can if I can imagine.

"To me, Sister Bertina doesn't look like she's tied to a sense of purpose."

Barbara smiles distorted when she turns away.

The engraved wrinkles deepen and make the words persuasive.

If they say it on your face like this, you won't be able to argue with it.

Listening to Barbara, Sophie's Usa ear drips faintly.

"Sister Sophie"

To Sophie like that, Estella speaks quietly.

"Mr. Bertina is, indeed, a great Sister. But more than that, she's a wonderful woman, a wonderful mother, a wonderful - my friends."

"... friend"

"Mr. Bertina was talking to me with a very happy face about you"

"Mr. Bertina!?

"Yeah, that's it already"

"Yes.................. is it"

The look on Sophie's face flashes.

He's got a really happy grin. Bite happiness. That's the look.

"So think of Sister Sophie once, not only as a 'Sister', but also as one 'dear friend'"

"Friend...... you got Mr. Bertina?

"That's right. That way, I think you'll see a different side of Mr Bertina. Because she's not a one-sided person, she's more attractive, she's more interesting."

Sophie's mouth opens pompous.

It looks like you can see the scales coming out of your eyes.

"Hey, Sophie."

Barbara pounds Sophie's back.

And talk in a soft voice, like making it a young child.

"You, too, have a look at something more important than just a sense of purpose. Then you might see a world as bright as Sister Bertina sees it."

"Bertina's watching... a brightly colored world..."

It has to be this way.

Here's what should happen. - And if you're doing Sister with such a sense of purpose, the world will look a lot more monotonous in color.

Bertina enjoys herself above all to the best of her ability in raising the children of the church. Because I believe that doing so will enable the kids who see it to enjoy life wholeheartedly.

That's where the Bertina feast started, I guess.

Sophie initially declined the conversation without question before checking this case and its identity.

To keep humans from meeting scratched beast tribe kids.

Because I sincerely believe that doing so will protect the kids here.

That may still be a little difficult for Sophie, who weighs rules and rules...

There are ways to do things like Bertina.

I guess it's better to deal with that kind of flexible idea, but the possibilities of the kids are expanding.

See, now I've been so depressingly nostalgic.

"So you don't have to obsess either... about your sister or your family..."

"Ah! Looks like someone's here! Me, I'm gonna take a look!

Loudly to block Barbara's words, Sophie ran towards the gate.

Without shaking your sides, without seeing how this one reacts.

It's like running away.

"... I wish that girl could afford a little more like Sister Bertina"

I don't sigh, and Barbara still squeaks just a little lonely.

Sophie seems to be avoiding Rebecca.

Even I felt it in front of the gate, but they're trying not to see me.

"By sister, you mean Mr. Rebecca, right? of the Koji craftsman."

"Yep. Exactly."

"Why is Mr. Sophie avoiding seeing Mr. Rebecca? Even though they're sisters."

There must be some reason.

But can we listen to that?

And will this Sister talk to me?

Estella stares at Barbara with a serious look.

Barbara kept a grin on her face and shut her mouth often - she didn't talk about anything.

You just don't seem to tell me by curiosity. I need to present something enough to talk about.

"That ear is what caused it."

When I said it, my narrowed eyes opened faintly.

It was just a guess, apparently a clam.

The Beasts here are all deeply wounded.

Sophie was trying to protect those people. That, too, is impatient.

I wouldn't even show it to you if you weren't the one who decided you could really trust me. Thorough attitude.

I thought it might be a reversal of my own feelings about the injury.

"I don't want to be seen with these ears -"

It's a strong emotion for a particular someone.

I thought it was for a particular opponent, because after seeing Bertina's letter, she showed herself before us.

If no one wanted to see it, they could have thrown it round Barbara.

I was able to hide myself by letting Barbara handle everything. But I didn't.

From that point of view, Sophie also finds that she doesn't 'want anyone to see' her broken ear.

So who is that particular person............ needless to say, it's Rebecca.

Or their own families, relatives, clans, including Rebecca......

"I can't name Whitehead with a broken ear - isn't that what you're thinking?

"You're surprised... you're right"

Barbara's mouth is opened, which was keeping silence.

The voice seemed just a little happy.

"Among the rabbits, the Whitehead clan has special ears. And the Whitehead clan grows koji with 'ears'"

Both Rebecca and Bertha said they would 'grow' to make koji.

An essential part of that, he said, is Whitehead's 'ears'.

Super hearing extracted among rabbits......?

"I injured my ear in an accident at a young age and that girl's hearing got very bad... that's what she said"

"Those who have lost their hearing can't be koji craftsmen... so does that mean they left the house?

"Come on, I don't know... the truth is, he's the only one who can tell."

The road to the Koji craftsman was cut off, and Sophie could not be his successor.

So I left the house... if I'm not interested in a house I can't inherit... no, I'm not.

Those lonely eyes when we talked about Rebecca truly represent the exact opposite emotion.

Because Rebecca is sick, I wouldn't dare to see her - that would be the place.

"Is that injury, Rebecca, the cause?

"Although not directly..."

Barbara lays her eyes down.

It completely blocks the scenery around us and erases us from sight.

Plus, as in the appeal that it's solitary we're going to talk about.

"Rebecca Whitehead was the kind of daughter she would call one genius in a hundred years. Shortly before he was born, he heard the" sound "of the koji, and called it the" voice ". She was the only one who could hear Koji's voice, which even his predecessors and previous generations could not hear. Of all the ages when I could barely speak, that talent appeared."

How would Sophie have been in the mood when such a genius was born and was born first?

Genius that surpasses previous generations and generations.

As far as Rebecca is concerned, I guess she doesn't have a brother or sister over Sophie.

And given Sophie's age, Sophie must have been expected as her successor in the years leading up to Rebecca's birth.

My sister, born with a gift as her successor, gently overtook me... Sophie should have been desperate.

I was desperate...... and I overdid it.

"Sophie had an accident when she repeated her impossible efforts to hear Koji's voice."

"That's what I'm asking. I fell into a barrel of coriander and broke my ear... and destroyed the massive amount of coriander I was growing."

I ruined the product I should have grown.

Injured the ear the craftsman needed.

Which, therefore, broke Sophie's heart more deeply?

"Loosen up, Sophie went to church and started going Sister's way... when she was nine."

And then a few years later, Rebecca inherited the Koji craftsman.

"Mr. Rebecca... you must have missed me"

"Right. She was crying when she found out Sophie was leaving as a child."

"How old is Sophie this year?

Fifteen.

So when Sophie left the house, was Rebecca three years old?

Maybe he wanted his sister to praise him for his talent, which he praised as amazing to the adults. I'm not old enough to understand that's going to hunt my sister down.

For Rebecca at the time, it would have been a blue sky thunderbolt.

"Sophie said to my sister, who cried so hard." I'll see you when you grow up, "he said."

To adults......

"Hey, Yashiro. Could it be that Rebecca..."

"Oh. I guess you're referring to yourself as an 'adult'. As soon as possible, I missed my sister. But... Sophie never tries to see her sister."

Turning his gaze, Barbara slowly takes the lead.

"Yeah, I am. That girl is afraid to see her sister... because she thinks she's escaped."

Rebecca, who showed up at the tip of her head and is now the best caller in history.

The one self, on the other hand, suffered an unrequited wound in the effort… and fled into the church. - What are you thinking?

"Well, then, Mr. Rebecca's thinker..."

"Definitely, Sophie."

"You weren't a man."

"Looks like it."

That was reassuring.... but.

Damn, I don't know what I can do about it, this problem................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ Spiritual stability will affect the quality of the koji. If you don't make the best soy sauce on the beanboard, it could affect the sales of Yangdu Pavilion. Yeah.

- And in the distance, 'cuckoo', the sound of hitting the metal sounds.

"What?... Yashiro, now?

"Oh. Probably the door knocker that was at the gate."

Earlier, Sophie said, "Somebody's here" and ran to the gate.

Simply, I thought it would be a convenience to roll Barbara's story into smoke........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Who was born and raised in this city where the Judgement of the Spirit exists.

Among them, the devout Sister of Albistan.

That means...

"Someone was really here."

"That, too, I had noticed long before I reached the gate... perhaps, 'I heard', footsteps coming towards the church"

Peek into Barbara's face with Estella.

Barbara didn't deny or affirm it, she was just laughing at it.

"Even from here to the gate, it was quite a distance, wasn't it?

"Plus, considering the time between Sophie leaves here and the door knocker goes off... don't let Sophie hear footsteps long before she gets to church"

Even taking the utmost account of the time overwhelmed by the rugged iron gates of this church and the time to consult lightly and get up to speed before ringing the door knockers, you would have heard some pretty distant footsteps.

"After turning the boulevard, to this church is the main road. No one walks that path but the people who come here. That's why I know."

No, you don't understand, normal.

Sure, I went down the main road when I came to this church from the boulevard.

Main road sandwiched by walls on both sides of the road.

I walked on a moderately wide main road for about 30 meters.

- It wouldn't be a level to hear that footsteps, to have good ears.

"So, Mr. Sophie says, 'My ears are getting worse'?

"Right. The conversation in the Koji factory doesn't have to be audible - it seems to be the hearing of the Whitehead clan."

"Is it in that vast koji factory!?

Although it is a twenty-fourth district with a narrow territory, the area of the field has been reduced as far as possible to give the Koji plant a vast area of site. There's like a little theme park, that lot area.

"Most of all, make koji... uh, could it have been a 'room'? I hear you won't be able to hear the noise around you when you get inside."

In order to hear the 'voice' of the koji, it seems that the interior of the room is completely soundproof.

When I'm stuck in the room, I can't hear the noise around me. No matter how noisy we were around the factory - for example, the noisy interactions we had the first time we met Fillman - it doesn't sound when Rebecca was in the room.

So, what about when Rebecca's out of the room?

"If you're a Rebecca with a jumping through hearing among whiteheads -"

- You might even hear the noise outside the Koji factory.

"Oh. That too... even if it was a little grunt I was going to miss hearing"

Face Estella.

Show a bright look that is characteristic of those with strength in their eyes and certainty of victory.

I guess I look like that, too, I'm sure.

We made two mistakes.

One is the mistake that Rebecca thinkers in church are men.

And the other is - the whisper that Rebecca said was "tickled to the ear" is a mistake: 'It was whispered in the ear'.

You have to be whispered in your ear. You can't hear me, normal.

But Rebecca isn't.

Me and Estella snort with absolute certainty.

"Rebecca thinkers are Fillman."

Look at Rebecca, she's "cute" in a tiny voice like no one's gonna ask. There's no way a guy who squeals "I like" is anything but a fillman who stubbornly stuck that first love.

A normal man should just speak up, or if not, keep it in his own chest without speaking up.

I want them to know, but I don't want them to.

You can't be anywhere but Fillman doing such a troublesome stubborn thing!

Speaking of which, when I met Mr. Rebecca, you didn't say a word.

"Oh, I was so nervous, I was writing."

"Besides, Mr. Rebecca at work is stuck in his room -"

"Before my second visit, the conversation between us and Fillman we were having at that corner wasn't in my ear."

Damn.

The timing was exquisitely off, and Fillman's voice didn't reach Rebecca.

If Fillman's voice had been heard, there would have been a change in Rebecca's expression as well...... yes, damn it, that's crazy!

"Anyway. Looks like Fillman can handle it."

"Right. But..."

Estella didn't hold her fist when she said she saw a win.

Instead, he was turning his worried gaze toward the gate.

"... you want to save me, both"

Hmm. That's not what we do - and I just want to cut him off...

"I feel like Mr. Rebecca's happiness is directly connected to your happiness, Fillman, I..."

... you belly-black lord.

Heck. Lords can't help it if they order it.

"Ahhh. I mean, this guy's never been such a pain in the ass if he'd just been honest."

If you sum up this story, all of this is just a mistake, a mistake.

The seeds of Donis' troubles, Fillman's troubles, Rebecca's loneliness, and Sophie's meanness.

"I want to hear" - I can't hear it.

"I want to say" - I can't say.

"I want to know," "I want you to know"... but I'm scared.

If you make a foolish noise by choosing even alcohol, these end-of-life mistakes will soon be resolved.

Alcohol... Alcohol...

"All right! Let's have a big banquet!

"You want me to crack your belly in the booze seat and talk to you? But I hear Mr. Donati is a lowlife, and Mr. Rebecca and Mr. Fillman are still kids - even more powerful than the other kids... can't you drink?

Ha, don't spit on me, Estella.

Well, I don't deny it.

"I'm fine. Drinking isn't just a feast."

Theory is the one who gradually destroys these kinds of projects from the collapsible corner.

"Prepare a lot of delicious treats and you can pull him off."

"Ah! It works immensely for Mr. Sophie!

"Yes, - have a Bertina!

All right. So, let's get the guys from the 42nd arrondissement involved - and let's say we catch the 24th arrondissement in full swing!