Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

Speaking of 'banquets' outside, see the flowers.

So tomorrow morning I'm working on closing up where I was talking to Ginette like that in an attempt to show my face to Millie.

The door to the Yangdu Pavilion was knocked.

Who are you at this hour?

I kind of had a bad feeling when I opened the door.

"Yashiro! You've finished the mold!

"Morning!

Did you say it today?

You, are you okay with your job!? I'm getting a little worried, ahead of the Hardware Guild!

Condensing your eyes bright red - you, have you been up all night for about three days in the last few hours? Don't try so hard to distort space-time - there was a flustered norm there.

He's kind of been so uptight, he's been finishing it up on the super express.

"Because the Gonsques were trying to make something that looked interesting, aside from the Atashi. I just want to finish this one and rendezvous over there."

Gonske is Norma's "Right Milk" … and it's called "Right Arm" by Osama Awesome. I can't tell which Osama it is, or I don't know because I'm unwilling to tell, but the technology seems certain.

So I have taught him the simple structure of the bearings and taught him the 'bearings of the time' that seems to be easy to do.

In Japan, high performance spheres can be easily made, so I often see 'ball bearings' with less friction surface, but it's just tough to tell these people to make beautiful spheres. Sphere, that's all it is.

So I tried to make it a "time bearing" that bites the cylinder between the small and large cylinders. This one is a substitute for a lot of skill. but, well, they'll do something about it.

... or Norma must do something about it, even if it's mean.

Yeah, but don't worry about it.

- And no matter who sees it, there's really a lot going on, a norm that only worries me, including my personal life.

You don't have to worry about growing milk. Poor!

"Though I ended it with a super express, the precision of this mold is just amazing! I put together all the power that Atashi could have to create a template. You've got a nice finish with less surface claws."

Seems pretty confident.

Sure, the surface of the mold is not on a zara, and this would cook beautifully without burning or clogging your eyes when baked.

My eyes are beautiful, and I have no problem with it.

What I ordered this time was the type of rectangular mold lined with eight tails of sea bream. The two moulds, symmetrical from left to right, are tightly connected by the hinge "Gizzard".

The wooden handle also has a good grip and is finished as ordered here.

"I don't have a problem with this. I would be able to make a bake. Thanks, Norma."

"I don't know what to do! That's about it if you put it in Atashi's hands!

"Yeah, yeah, it's amazing - I get it... go to sleep. Huh?"

I'm already so tired that I can't stand direct vision. On the face. On the skin. To your hair!

If we keep this up, I'm sure Norma's tiredness will even show up in the milk. That's all we have to do to stop it!

Milk is treasure! Because it is the treasure of mankind!

"Well... you look a little tired."

"You bet. You bet."

Then I'll rest when the bearings are ready.

"That's a flag you'll never rest!?

Once the bearings are ready, the next job springs up again and it's a pattern that you can't rest after all! It's the same structure as the negative chain of black companies!

"Ginette. Hot milk with honey on the norm"

"Yes, Mr. Norma, please sit there and wait a moment"

I see it, I give a prescription to Norma.

My body warms up and I need hot milk to induce drowsiness.

Diagnosis results, lack of sleep.

Cure, put him to sleep. It is.

"I'm happy for you, but Atashi's busy. Now, if you'll excuse me."

"Well, don't say that." Ginette's Warm Milk "?

"... so you can catch about Yashiro and Becco assholes."

That's sweet! Usse and Mormat are gonna jump!

No, Maumatt is subtle... because he's gonna pierce a "good neighborhood Odishan" position against Ginette... so it's just Usse...

"Usse, you suck!?

"I don't know... I guess it's an argument."

That's what Ginette came back with hot milk when we were talking about dirty decentralized Usse.

You're early. Now you were going to get yourself a drink and you were ready.

"Mr. Norma. We won't allow you time, so please enjoy it."

"Mr. Store Manager... Something's wrong. Even after the store closed."

"That's not true. The Yangdai Pavilion is always waiting for you."

No, I'll chase you back after business hours.

It's not a good idea to provide more services to your customers than you need. For the first time, a good relationship is built with a certain degree of restraint. If I make everything OK, it's really sweet. It is necessary to recognize that habit and sweetness are the most important risk factors for smashing up a good relationship.

Sad, because a person is a creature who, when accustomed to kindness from others, illuminates it as a "natural right".

Obligations and rights are something we need to look at and reconfirm.

"Norma. When you get hot milk, in return, you get hot milk too..."

"Come on, have some"

Before I finished, Ginette blocked me.... on purpose or something? No, just Ginette. No way...

"Actually, I'm good at warming milk..."

"It's so sweet and delicious with so much honey in it"

What, I wonder what the odds are that coincidence lasts twice!?

Ginette with a smiley face. Malice doesn't even feel fine dust.

My thoughts or my thoughts...

"'This milk is delicious,' 'Ah. But I have better milk... it's yours...'"

"Repent"

I was tenderly tempted.

Apparently, it wasn't a coincidence. There's a good chance Estella's mouthfeel around you not letting me finish.... that pepper, blowing in the extra.

"Ho... it's delicious"

Norma put her mouth on the hot milk next to me and Ginette on the offense.

I smile dusty with a loose look like happiness overflowing.

This defenseless look, usually given by a clear-faced norm, was a good look that made me feel kind of gained from being able to see it.

The back of your chest is warming up.

"Uh, which one?

"Mr. Yashiro. No, you can't."

He grabs his extended arm gently.

Huh... is this Estella's wisdom again?!?

"Pepper!

"Hiccup!? What, suddenly?

"Something happened with Estella, didn't it?

He exhaled my heart-filled anger out the window.

But that's just the lord that the word "peppuko" brings up the name. You don't have half the visibility.

"Um, Mr. Yashiro. Mr. Norma seems tired, so don't make fun of him too much for that."

"I mean, seriously if you rub it - you mean!?

I know, Ginette!

Such attention to me, who understands the dignity and divinity of holy milk, is nonsense.

I always face my tits seriously and sincerely. I don't play with it and rub it.

When you rub it, you risk your life!

"Oh, um... what makes you serious is... hey,... trouble,"

...... hmm?

.................................... hmm?

Oh, well, I guess so.

Look, me. When you get serious, you're indulging, and you're kind of hot as if two or three hours go by in no time? That's exactly the problem with detaining Norma for three hours. Yeah. That's right. I mean 'trouble' in that sense. Yeah. Yeah. I'm sure it is.

"... just kidding. Don't take it in between."

"Yes.... for once, I knew, right?

What, this air!?

Oh, no, sweet!

Didn't you put too much honey in it!? You're drifting sweetness from hot milk, I'm sure! Yeah, I'm sure!

"So Norma. I've decided to keep your boobs to a point where they won't rub..."

"Mr. Yashiro."

Ku...... at least let me make a joke.

A joke to make everything yet-free... Huh!

"... sooo... sooo"

"Hmm?"

No, I thought it was quiet, and Norma was sleeping on the table.

Wow, they crushed me and said, "Gyummy!".... but I can't get it out of my mouth right now. Damn. I could say a lot at times like this usually!

"Really, you're tired"

"I'm too unscrupulous... Damn"

Norma sleeps in a pleasant way. This is not going to happen any more, slightly or softly.

"What shall we do?

"I don't know if I can put him to bed in an empty room... because it was before he got married."

"Huh? If that's the case, though Loretta, who often stays, is also pre-dowry?

That's stupid. Ginette is.

... Norma is a very delicate age.

You shouldn't think about it in "Nori the Young Daughter" like Loretta did.

"So do you want to take it to Mr. Norma's house?

"Do you have an omelet or something!?

"You're in trouble... Mr. Magda is already off..."

Stop thru!?

... Damn. Looks like you should stop babbling today.

I can't help it. Do you want me to stay today?

Well, it's not like it's the first time. I was staying with you during this time.... on the day I'm gone!

Oh my God... you were even on my face... Ginette was staring at my face all the time.

"Uh... what, I guess?

"Oh, no... nothing, I don't mean..."

Even when Delia and Imelda stayed there was nothing else... well, if you interpret it as good, Ginette is also delighted to say that she's finally awake to something that's crisis management... it's just another story about whether she can do it properly when it replaces herself... no, this guy was worried like this when I was (forced) to stay overnight at Imelda's house... worry about it. Turn that anxiety to those who worry more about themselves. He said he was exposed to a little defenseless expression.

"Thank me, Ginette."

"Heh? Oh, yes. I already appreciate that, like every day...... but why now?

I'm not.

That's not the point.

I'm asking you to thank me for my iron reason.

... It's a miracle you haven't rubbed yet.

"I'm going to the Hardware Guild"

"From now on?

"It's about Norma. I told the bearing team," I'll be right back. Just wait. "

It is not sneaky to keep those who never return waiting.

... because those guys are sensitive to staying up late and rough skin.

"Finally, if anyone can come and help me, I'll have Norma brought home"

It's probably a lot of trouble for me to be negative and send Norma to a room where she lives alone. Norma is not going to wake up from a blast of sleep.

But if they're anothers, it's fine. There's no way you can make a mistake.

Those guys are girls, just like Norma, maidens.... except for appearance and gender.

"Even if you don't pick me up, if you put a word down on the guild guys, you won't even stand up for strange rumors"

"Mr. Yashiro."

Such a grin stares at me, like enveloping me.

"After all, Mr. Yashiro is sweet"

"Are you an asshole..."

I just can't stand up for strange rumors and let them take responsibility.

Loretta or Delia can do it with a "hey" word...... I don't have a norm.

No. I'll take care of it, at the right age.

"... I like you."

"Kusu. Have you noticed by now?

She smiles the best of the day and laughs when Ginette dulls. Yeah, it's weird.

Anyway, if Norma wakes up, we have to give him a tough sermon.

Having been too unscrupulous.

Having slept defenselessly.

I don't know what would have happened if this wasn't a yang or a pavilion... that's what would have happened if it had been the house of a man who cares about Norma... well, if you looked, you'd be somewhere, and you're in a situation where you can't say you don't.

If Norma wants to spend the night on her own, she doesn't have to worry about it.

But an unintentional outing... cares.

Most importantly, Norma seems very concerned.

It is the norm of these luscious boobs that are more maiden than those jawbeard macho ossans.

I guess I can't get into a hardware guild without a gap in appearance and spirit, at all.

"Okay, I'm coming."

"Then I will take Mr. Norma to your room. If you sleep here, you'll catch a cold."

Even if Osama the Guild is picking you up, should I just put you to bed for now?

Leave Norma to Ginette, I'm leaving the store.

"Um, Mr. Yashiro"

I just left the store, and Ginette calls me. In a slight panic.

"It's already dark, so be careful. And then..."

I put my hands together in front of my stomach and have a special grin that I only show when I or Magda are dropped off, apart from when I drop off my guests.

"I'll have two hot milks for you. It's a sweet one, full of honey."

When I was going out from now on, I was going to say "go to sleep first" because by the time I got home I'd be late... apparently, he'd wake up and wait for me.

Usually, it's time to be in bed.

"Okay. I'll hurry home."

"Yes."

I can't keep Ginette up any longer.

Tomorrow's breakfast may affect you, and you have to try it because the mold is here.

Ginette is going to be very busy tomorrow.

And.

Even Ginette is a girl.

If you stay up late and your skin gets rough... it might be a little rough.

The cold also helps me run down the street faster than I thought.

Don't let your body get cold if you go home, this is...

"... I look forward to hot milk"

Whimpering about that, I ran down the road at night.

So, here's what they said in the Hardware Guild we got to.

"Hey, dramatic cu ~ Yashiro, gamba!

I don't know what's dramatic and what's gamba, but I could only clearly understand that the Osama's weren't going to pick them up.

Even slices of cucumber get on your face and get some sleep, Osama Maidens.

"- So I'm not picking you up"

"Really? But I'm glad."

In the seat across from me, Ginette wraps a cup with hot milk in her hands.

I feel the expression is more mellow than usual as to whether it is mellow or not.

It seems like it would taste like honey if I licked it.

"Good?

"Mr. Norma. He fell asleep feeling so good, I thought it was pathetic to wake him up and move his body."

"You spoil it, old or young."

"That's not... If that's what you mean, Mr. Yashiro."

"I'm tough on young and old alike."

"Ugh... Mr. Yashiro better not piss me off in the future. I'm going to put on" The Spirit's Judgement. "

It's obvious who taught you that. The rhetoric looks just like that peppered daughter.

"That's what you're saying, you're gonna squeeze your milk"

"Already. It's terrible, Mr. Yashiro"

The way you put it now was obviously a statement with the word "to Mr. Estella" on your mind. I can tell by the way you say it.

"Hot milk tastes good when you haven't had it in a while."

"Then I'm glad I made it"

Mouth the cup wrapped with both hands. Ginette pours hot milk quietly as it is.

You're a child the way you drink.

"I've only been teaching Mr. Yashiro something delicious lately, so it's fascinating."

"What are you talking about? Your rice always tastes good every day."

"Heh... Oh, thank you"

What the fuck?

I always meant to say it was delicious, but how can you light it up now?

"I don't know what you guys have been up to lately trying to help Mr. Yashiro... I wondered what I could do and I was thinking..."

You were thinking about that...

"You know, Ginette. You're just an animal, so you don't have to work harder now."

"Shit, not in livestock... no, I'm going to"

When did the livestock come to pass? You're trying too hard, 'Forced Translation Magic'.

"I'm going to have a lot to try tomorrow, and the production is going to have you waving your arms in a grand way"

If Ginette is anxious to be filled with the air before the festival, here and now, let me get this straight.

"This' feast 'is no exaggeration to say that nearly 80% depends on your cooking"

"Is, eighty percent also...?

"... maybe 60%"

"Kusu. Good. Just a little bit easier."

Ginette shakes her shoulders when she dulls.

But it's true that Ginette's cooking could dictate the outcome.

Delicious rice only serves up a 'feast'.

It's important to look as well as taste.

If you thrive, that makes it easier to establish a business deal.

If we thrive together, there will be things like unity and solidarity.

And then, with all that floating air backing, you move things forcefully into the 'shape I want'.

So I have to get Ginette to cook some delicious dishes just right.

"You don't have to feel weird. As always, I just need you to cook whatever you want."

"So, if you can help Mr. Yashiro, you can't be happier to me"

No, there will be others, as happy as it is.

Damn, I love to cook everywhere.... You're already sick. Kind of.

"And well, it doesn't have to be special,"

On a special day, you don't have to cook special dishes, it's nothing.

That's not what it is, no longer.

"When I eat Ginette's food, something, because I can work hard - or when I think, 'I'll have Ginette's rice waiting for me when this is over,' because I can work hard, so I..."

That's right.

It's right in front of you, like hot milk.

I can work hard if I have fun. I'm surprised he's that simple.

"So, well... don't feel so bad"

After saying it, a strangely long time of silence flows.

............... Also, what did you mouth me?

Are you sleepy?

You're sleepy, aren't you? Right!?

That's it, that's, uh, that's kind of a bedtime speech.

Words jumped out of my consciousness.

"You know, Ginette. What's that..."

"Yes."

I tried to say "without the present," but before that, Ginette replied. "Yes," he said. With a bright voice.

"I will continue to cook and wait for delicious food. So..."

And he recently remembers, he utters these words with a sweet voice.

"Please continue to eat my dishes"

If I told Bertina that line, she'd be in a hugging storm for about two hours after tears.

But I'm not like that foodie Sister.

Even if you have the feeling that "free rice has been confirmed, uh-huh" or so, the urge to hug and be grateful doesn't strike you enough.

Calm down.

Calm down.

So calmly, coolly, and insignificantly reply.

"... well. So much so."

... Damn.

Hot milk. Awesome.

By now, I'm full of pock-ass. My face is so hot... I feel like jumping into bed right now.... Damn.

We had to get in the way of tomorrow's donation, so we headed right to the bedroom.

Naturally, to each bedroom, separately!... I don't even have to bother to say it.

I went into bed, closed my eyelids, and I fell asleep, remembering, "Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

The next morning.

"Noah!? Where are we?

Some kind of woke up with an imaginary voice.

Let's leave Norma's persuasion to Ginette, not me.

When we looked at each other first thing in the morning, somehow, the conversation seemed to move in a strange direction.

With that in mind, I headed to the dining room one foot ahead of the other.

"Listen to me, myself! Oh, my God! I let the fox beauty Han drink 'Body Pokes Fever - A Beverage', put her to sleep, and just carried her into her bedroom and spent all morning under one roof!? Also ~, put it in the corner, myself!

- I was caught nasty first thing in the morning.

Who, you told this guy?

Again, just line up the facts and twist the truth.

"" "" Congratulations, Norma!

Even though it was likely that even the dark yummy pharmacist would have a stomach sag from the morning onwards, a bunch of muscled, jaw-beared blue ossans came to the store before opening. It's morning, my beard is thick!

"I guess it was decided that there was nothing..."

"Hey, Yashiro! For Norma," Stay in the same space as a boy "is just a huge leap forward!

... I didn't care how much of a man you were, Norma.

"Huh! Yashiro! Yashiro! No, it's not! Listen to me! Atashi doesn't usually do such reckless things... huh!? Why would you be here?!?

I got an explanation from Ginette, and Norma would have jumped. He tried to give me an excuse, and he found a muscle and chin beard hissing near the door.

... It would be the worst wake-up call.

"Atashi..."

"" "- I'm here to celebrate!

"Let's go home! You need to go home now!

Apparently, it was counterproductive to tell those Osama guys what was going on.

... I should have gone.

"Bye, Norma. Atashi, I'll wait for you in the workshop."

"Let me tell you a lot "

"Together, let's make bearings."

"... cha "

I wonder what the last Osama lit up to.

If it's equipped with something called shame, I think we should be ashamed of ourselves first.

"... A, Atashi, you can't go to the workshop anymore today..."

Norma holding a leech in the corner of the store.

Well, isn't that it?

I think the Spirit God said it. "No, no, no, no, no."

That's what I thought, take your time today.

That's why Norma suddenly decided to work at the Yangdu Pavilion as a clerk for a day. I also tried to shake Regina's job, which left her slightly, but she got away with it.

I didn't know what to say to Norma, who was easy to understand and depressed, and Ginette didn't seem to have the words to call again.

"... in times like this, leave it"

With the thankful words of the Great Magda Doctor, the policy of the Sun Deception Pavilion of the Day is decided.

Left in moderation until Norma is resurrected. But don't forget to mention that I miss you every once in a while.

... We're not a rehabilitation facility.