Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"Are you sure you're okay, Mr. Goozuya?"

Ginette still looks back at the river worried.

You must have forgotten that he once scattered the profits from the store.

"Did you just deliver the bake you wanted to re-bake?

"Yes, Mr. Delia, you were delighted"

"... well, it wasn't meant to feed him..."

After we asked to repair the foot rowing water truck, we went back to the Yangdu pavilion once and baked three bakes in a lunchbox.

One of them went out to the river plain again and presented it to Delia.

Ginette was suffering from her conscience. And a reward.

Of course, not to Delia. To Gouzouya.

"You saw the delight of Gouzouya when she split the grill she wanted from Delia. That's enough for him."

"Sure, you were very happy.... hehe, as if it were going to rise to heaven as it were"

I took it to Delia, and Delia said, "Oh, yeah. Thanks for the ingredients!" And when I gave Gouzouya the baking she wanted, "Oh, that Delia gave me something sweet!? Guha! This special feeling! I can die now!" And as Ginette put it, 'As much as heaven seems to call it,' he rejoiced....... hmm? Was that a little different from what Ginette said?

"You can't get more than that."

"Are you happy, too, Mr. Yashiro?

"Hmm?"

"What makes women split something up?"

... What does this guy want me to say?

If I say "happy" here, are you going to share food with that or this in the future?

It's feeding.

Besides, in the case of Gouzouya, it makes sense that you've had 'favored women' split up, so nothing special there because I've had you split something up................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"It doesn't matter who it comes from, I get what I get."

"Ugh. Speaking of which, you did"

Well, have you ever had this conversation before?

But Ginette is oddly convinced.... Am I looking so mean? That's a little out-of-heart.

"So, which way are you headed this time?

"It's Imelda."

"Would you like some water wheel ingredients?

No, you'll manage with the wood that Gouzouya brought you.

I gave him the right to have the bake he wanted divided into delias, splash it big.

"What Imelda asks for is the ingredients of the 'play equipment'."

"Playing gear, is it?

"Bertina said that the kids from the 42nd and 24th Wards could play together."

"What, are you going to make such a big deal out of it!?

Ginette circles her eyes in surprise.

Speaking of which, didn't I tell you?

"I thought it was clay or something like that."

The clay mould you are adding to your child's lunch. It's a toy that packs clay into the mold frames of animals and vehicles and makes shapes to play with.

The kids in the 42nd arrondissement are all becoming the major toys they have.

Speaking of which, it's time to develop a new toy over there.

Do you want to make something?

And aside from that.

"There are some kids in the 24th arrondissement with injuries to their arms and bad eyes."

It doesn't match the demands made by Bertina that 'we can all play'.

Most importantly, what I'm thinking right now isn't that we can all play… if we have some that can provide similar fun, we can play with any of them.

"If I could, I'd rather have something novel for the kids in District 42."

"Mr. Yashiro."

In the middle of the conversation, Ginette calls me.

When I turned my gaze, there was such a gentle smile there that I even felt divine.

"Mr. Yashiro is a really sweet man."

Wow! No! It's not!

"Atmosphere! I want an atmosphere where the kids are squirming around, as a performance! It's like making Donnis - the Lords of District XXIV think, 'Oh, you're so energetic to incorporate a new culture'!

We have to destroy the old stereotypes in them.

The big shaggy power of an inexhaustible gushing kid hits and puts on that persuasion, that's all.

If I'm wrong, it's not because I want to entertain the kids.

Entertainment leads to profit. That's all.

"So don't look at me like that. When you're thanked for a mistake, I don't know, I'll be in trouble later... I guess."

"Yes. Right."

I have no idea.

You'll never understand, you.

Goddamn it, I'm grinning.

"Ginette."

"Yes?"

"Donis, the lord of District XXIV... has a bald hair growing on his head."

"Kofu!

Ginette erupted.

My shoulders are trembling so small.

"Feel free to call him" Hey, Mr. Rorin "or" One Hairy Lord "too"

"Koho... Koho... too, no more. No, Mr. Yashiro..."

Strike my shoulder with a pepper as I grin desperately.

"It's terrible... you say that... heh"

"I'm laughing. You must be guilty of the same crime."

"So, because... Yashiro's, hey... the way you say 'little bit ' is kind of cute... and then it gets interesting..."

"" Hey, hey. ""

"Buffoo! And, uh, please don't."

Be patient enough to turn your face bright red, and Ginette will pepper and slap me.

Yeah, yeah. I don't mind laughing like that.

Earlier, smiles like "Mr. Yashiro is kind ~" are very uncomfortable.

So it's an override. Hmm.

"Already... Mr. Yashiro is mean sometimes, isn't he?"

"Occasionally. That sounds pretty overrated."

I'm basically a mean person.

You just don't realize it.

"You don't seem to see me taking down the Womalos"

"But they haven't really done anything you guys hate, have they?"

No, no.

I don't think he liked remodeling the whole store with the right to free meals for two months. At the time.

Looks like he's completely transformed into a 'man who'll do anything for free' now.

"Then we're going to make a huge joke out of Imelda!...... heh heh. I'll take him to a bargain as bad as he cries..."

"Hehe. It's a disaster, Mr. Imelda."

Shit, you don't believe me at all. That's the way to put it.

With that attitude, seriously, you're gonna fall for Imelda, right?

We're going to suck up profits and hunt them down so much that the wooden guild will lean and force us to withdraw from the 42nd arrondissement!?

... Well, I won't because there's no reason to just do that.

Don't worry about being gone. I built the streets.

As I felt the evil emotions squeeze without sound that burned for a moment, I could see the branch of the Woodlum Guild Forty-Two Ward forward.

Two wooddusts are towing a luggage car so huge that it looks like a 10t car is towing.... 5t per person? Insane muscles.

We headed to Imelda's mansion as we looked sideways at such a familiar and insane sight.

"Please call Mr. Becco!

"Will you do it later, that!?

Give me the grill I want, or Imelda trying to call Becco right away.

Just calm down! I don't even have to move my salary! Stand right there!

"We're going to ask for some, too, so you can make it with us then"

"If you'll give me the best you can do."

"They're all together, what makes Becco"

You look like you're kidding, and you're amazingly finishing up with a whole bunch of quality on the books, Becco.... Isn't he a cyborg?

"But Mogu... it's delicious... Mogu... I've never had a snack like this... Mogu... Mogu! Serve, tea."

"What shall I do, Ginette? All the inhabitants are going to bertina...... it's not an air infection, alle"

"That's not true... and I think... I guess"

"Judgment of the Spirit" measures, or you've clouded your words with grandeur.

He doesn't feel confident.

"Ha!? No. No, that's not true."

If I thought so, you just felt rude, and I began to diligently deny it.

But Ginette. The words that come out of your guts represent your true intentions. Admit it.

"I've got something nice for you."

and Imelda, who puts in a shithole and lunchbox.

Oh, I knew I had it all.

"Again, it's good to have another box ready"

"You know what? You're right."

Imelda would say, "It's delicious even if it's cold, I'm sure! I could have predicted that I would keep it for later eating."

So to avoid repeating the same mistake, I'm making another box for Milly.

Millie won't eat that much, but if you have more, you can also distribute it to the guild's 'Sisters (Obasans by the name)'.

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"Word of mouth is important!

"Heh? What's wrong, suddenly?

"You don't have to worry about it. Daikai, you must also be making excuses for yourself. It's always the same."

What is the usual.

I'm always honest with myself.

"I like tits!

"Holy shit!? What is it, suddenly!?

"You don't have to worry about it. I'm having a seizure. It's always the same."

Shit... a windy mouth I found out.

"Help us quell the seizure!" I'll rub your milk, you guys.

"In order to quell your seizures..."

"So, what can I do for you today?

"Yes, I'd like to show you the wood again."

... these guys.

Didn't they teach you to listen to people properly until the end? It's lamentable.

"Oh, yeah. Mr. Yashiro."

"... it is."

"Don't listen to the crap," a lord told the manager the other day.

"I knew it was him!?

Hey, pussy!

"Pepper!

Open the window and bark at the clear sky.

My cursed voice will melt into the sky and reach his chest. to inhibit growth.

"It seems to have been conveyed precisely, above all."

Imelda drinking tea satisfactorily.

Today is green tea, not black tea. It's Japanese. Even here, is it the main thing to combine Japanese tea?

"No, Ginette. There's tea, isn't there?

"Yes. I liked your grandfather and he drank a lot."

Maybe Ginette's grandfather likes to be fragrant. A cup of tea, a cup of coffee.

Maybe he was a roasting maniac.

"Wax, I've never had that tea. Does it fit the bake you want?

"I think you prefer it. That's right... I think I'll fit."

"Serve! Bring some tea!

"Don't shake him like that."

"What!? You don't even know how to get in!?" I thought your salary was gratuitous.

Roasting tea leaves is pretty hard. If you overdo it, it stinks of burning.

"Keep the roasting and you can easily get a broom tea."

"Please sell it!

"Uh... if you ask Mr. Theron, I'm sure you'll introduce me to the Porcelain Guild."

Is roasting for roasting tea leaves still part of the ceramic guild?

The roaster in the Yangdu Pavilion is an iron roaster for coffee beans.

"Is there a roast on us?

"I do. It's an old thing your grandfather used."

I think the age stuff is going to taste better, like this.

Let me drink it next time.

"Well, wasp, I'll come to Mr. Theron as soon as I can. Good day, both of you."

"I'm not done talking about this one!?

I wonder why this guy starts acting like this as soon as he thinks of it.

"So what is it? Please talk in three seconds!

"Give me some time, just like that!

"We'll consider it later. Bye!"

"'Bye! It's not! I'm gonna make something a little new, so I was wondering if you could show me the right wood for that!

"Let me hear more! Yeah, be careful!

The feeling that was right for roasting came back here in an instant.

He likes new things, too.

Stay in the foot rowing water wheel ~ Ru No. 1. Everything is made of this guy's prepared wood.

So, I'm going to use the tree to make things again next time... I look happy. Ya cancer, really.

"Is there only a company in this city?"

"Aren't you glad your technology is recognized? I'm sure that's how you all feel."

"Are you happy too?

"Of course it is. Because 'delicious' is the best compliment."

So the behavior of Imelda and Delia, who took the grill they wanted, was an unpleasant compliment to Ginette.

Well, I'm not spared about the cost of materials, maybe.

"Do you have any muk trees?

"I do. Are you going to build a house this time?

No, because the muk tree has an image that seems somewhat good for the body. I don't care if it's a hinoki or a sugi.

"I want to make something for the kid to ride and play with."

In the meantime, explain the appearance, usage and movement of the play equipment you are currently vaguely thinking about and consult with the right wood and shape for it.

While listening to my explanation, Ginette and Imelda's eyes sparkle in a slightly different way.

Imelda enjoys making new things as a wood dust.

And Ginette seemed happy, happy, with those eyes, imagining the kids playing with that plaything.

"I'll give you some candidates. Once you have the blueprints, come back and take a look."

That's all I'm saying, Imelda took a seat.

Ask for an overview, and then I'll try to do my job. It looked like such an artisanal attitude.

I don't slap you for nothing. Let's talk about it with the results, like, yeah.

Imelda, taking her seat, moves in the opposite direction to the door… in a quiet foothold.

...... hmm?

And, by the way, take a piece of paper out of the cabinet between the walls.

"Oh, you shouldn't. My hand accidentally..."

Something like that, screaming out loud and dropping the paper pulled out of the cabinet onto the floor.

Once again, the paper slips to the bottom of our feet as if it's been calculated to be exhausted. "Phew..."

"Mr. Imelda, I dropped it."

I wish I could, but I pick up the paper that Ginette has stepped under my feet.

I felt a frigid smell when I saw the look on Imelda's face. Therefore it does not move. I'll see what I can do.

"Wow, that's amazing this. Look, Mr. Yashiro. Look."

... I'm not going to see it, but Ginette is going to turn that paper on me with a happy face.

Goddamn it, do you want to calculate that far?

reluctantly, I glanced at the paper once...... there was an illustration of an adorably deformed Imelda.

This touch was painted by Mokoka.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Soba. I didn't mean to brag."

If I activate the Spirit Judgement now, that blonde Yufu perm lady will be a frog.

Aren't you proud of yourself? Look, my little nose still swells like this.

"This is Mr. Mococa's painting."

"Oh, you know what I mean?

It will, well.

We were there when you met Mokoka. I mean, it could have been the Yang Dai Pavilion.

"Anything, Mr. Mococa likes to paint illustrations of beautiful women or something... then he says everything should be waxed, hey, don't you think?

I don't think so.

In the first place, that standard of "beauty" is due to Mokoka's discretion.

"Natalia, too, well, it's the face you see there, but it's still a little waxy in terms of 'Hua'... there... pretty good... pretty inferior stuff. Oh ho ho."

Wow... looks like Imelda's disgust is condensed. This kind of thing, I haven't been showing it to you lately. I wonder if the roots will remain the same.

"The wasp has bigger tits!

Yeah...... changed.

You shouldn't have been that guy.

"Mr. Estella said"

Next door, Ginette squeaks pompously.

"Mr. Yashiro said... contagious,"

"Estella and Ginette will decide later."

"Wow, me too!?

That strangely convincing feeling was frustrating. Have them punished.

"If Magda sees this, she'll burn her counter-mindedness."

"Oh ho ho. Mr. Magda does look adorable, but not yet, in the sense of 'good woman'."

"If you ask Mr. Mococa, can you draw Mr. Magda, too?

"That's not true, Mr. Store Manager."

Imelda, I assure you.

I can see the dangers in my expression.

"Mr. Mococa said you could only draw things that moved your mind."

Oh, sure, that's what you said?

I thought you'd draw Estella, but you didn't make it happen.

"So Mr. Imelda, who Mococa was able to paint, is admitted. Awesome."

"No, Mr. Store Manager. It's not the same."

Denial again.

"I asked you, and you turned me down with what the wasp said earlier."

"Were you?"

"Yep. So... I used Mr. Becco to make him draw hard!

"You don't choose the means, do you!?

"I apprenticed Mr. Yashiro! I'll take full advantage of the power I can use. Give me that arm!

"You're a bad listener!

Well, I can't deny it.

"I wanted you to draw beautifully, I really wanted you to"

"Imelda, I don't know about you...... was he that gory about his beauty or something?

"Mr. Yashiro shouldn't."

Tung and Imelda turn that way.

What did I do?

"Because you don't praise me very much about wasps"

"You do appreciate your hard work, don't you?

"About the look!

... what the hell. I have to compliment you.

"In the first place, I don't really compliment other people's faces and styles."

I'm not a cheap charlatan.

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"... What?

Something's happening.

Imelda and also to Ginette. Besides to the servants in the reception room.

"Oh, me... are you praising someone so much?

"I think you've said a lot about Natalia being pretty and Magda being cute."

"Yes, no, no. I didn't tell you, that's not true....... hey?

Ask Ginette for her consent, but she didn't shake her head vertically.

What a delicate face.

"He also told Estella," If you look closely, she's beautiful "or something."

"When did I tell you that!?

"On your return carriage from the twenty-fourth arrondissement, you told Mr. Mococa. We showed you the conversation record, Cumbassation Records."

... No, it doesn't look like that happened either...

But I didn't say "beautiful" to Estella, I said to Mokoka, "Estella's beautiful, too, right? ♪ I just heard... ♪ Wow, me, what are you talking about?

"Wax, I don't remember being told that."

So I'm basically not the type to say that...

"I mean, you'd be told by all kinds of guys, wouldn't you?

"Mr. Yashiro. It doesn't mean anyone's okay, what a woman is. Hey, store manager."

"Huh? Oh... well, yeah,"

Ginette thinks something, thinks something, and sees this one all the time.

I don't know the truth about that gaze.

Then what?

Is it satisfying to say "they're both super - cute!" here and now?

"And by the way, it's not just a matter of saying."

So what do you say!?

"Well, Mr. Yashiro seems clever and clumsy, so it would be counterproductive if you put up too much"

You know exactly what I mean...

"So just remember one thing"

Fluffy shakes her hair and Imelda smiles.

with a calm expression, so much so that it doesn't seem.

"Just a trivial thing makes me feel happier than ever before. That's what creatures are like, women."

It's such a neat opinion that I suspect it's really a word that Imelda uttered.

He's a different kind of sweetheart than Ginette or Bertina.

"If you're a gentleman, say so." I didn't expect you to ask me.

"I'll let you say it one day. To you. A worthy word. I'm ready."

The face I said and laughed at was, as usual, a truly Immerda-like smile.

Totally, small-time.

It was too much, so I'll try to fight back a little.

"I think you'd be cuter laughing that way than having a high-flying attitude like you just did, you know?"

"Oh, shit!?

The grin that seemed to win me over collapses in an instant.

It is fixed in an interesting way, and the skin becomes colourful.

"Or, cute, etc... Wah, 'beautiful' is the compliment you deserve for wax! That's missing something to say and cute etc.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. I'm having trouble reacting. Shit!

Sprinkle.

Yes, they do. Trouble.

Damn, it's ten years early to get me in.

"Yes, I don't have one right now. Something different from what the wax was looking for!

Does that mean the plan to make me say 'Worth a Word' will continue?

"Yes, sir."

Tung, turning that way, Imelda says away in a high-flying attitude.

"Truth be told, Natalia and Magda consider themselves quite attractive women. I'm a little jealous."

Though the remarks were not high-speed at all.

Though you tried to pull it down to lift yourself, you remembered to catch it somewhere.

Oh, my God, this guy's not the kind of guy who says bad things about acquaintances.

"Mmm-hmm! Already! I don't care what you do! Damn, I'm having a lot of trouble flirting with Mr. Yashiro! Welcome home already. I have wasps, wasps, and wood to prepare. I'm busy because I have to choose the best wood seriously."

Tell him to hurry up and drive us out of the room.

I stare at us in the hallway, indoors, in the shadows of the door, and I speak of my last loss.

"It's just sudden and surprising, because it hasn't risen at all. Don't get me wrong!

I wonder what would happen if I put 'Spirit Judgement' on you right now.

"Anyway, I'll keep an eye out for some great wood. I'll get it later."

Well, I hope so.

"Of course it is. We were supposed to be on a big ship that was fried on land."

You'll never sink, that ship.

"So, Mr. Yashiro, the manager. Good afternoon."

Imelda closes the door, disguised as a normal mind, but not at all.

After all, "cute" seems to be an imelda objection.

"I'll be waiting for you next time."

The last time you got cute in here!?

The door closes completely and I hear footsteps bouncing from the indoors.

... You're quite happy, "cute".

"So it's time to go."

And when I look at Ginette.

No, I was staring at you.

Oh, was it a bad idea to just say that to Imelda?

When that anxiety started spreading to my chest...

"Kusu."

Unexpectedly, the laughter leaked.

With his hands on his mouth, Ginette is killing his voice and laughing.

"What?

"Yes, no...... sorry...... hehe"

Look at me chilling, and I can't stand the grin that's creeping me up, even as I look sorry.

... That means I'm the one being laughed at?

Put me down and start walking in the long hallway of the Immelda Mansion first.

Follow the small, swinging shoulders and line up next to Ginette.

"Mr. Yashiro, you were unconscious."

Wipe your eyes tears with your fingers and say that.

Unconscious...... what?

"You've said quite a bit, haven't you? 'Pretty' for a girl, 'Beautiful'."

"No, you didn't tell me!?

"Do you want to see" Conversation Records "?

".................. don't hesitate"

Damn, you look so confident... are you seriously saying that, me?

Walk down the long hallway alongside Ginette and leave the hall, being dropped off by the service that was in the entrance hall.

The sky, which is about noon, is clear in the rainy season, and has blown a pleasant dry breeze on us.

"But I think it's a good thing. I am."

Ginette breathes heavily out of her nose with her face facing the sky so she can cool her slightly reddish cheeks.

Oxygen flows into your lungs, your chest lifts, and your tits stick out.

"Feel free to take it home" or something that doesn't say anything about it.

"Mr. Yashiro is a master at pleasing someone."

"I don't remember finding my way that way."

"I think that unconsciousness carries happiness to many people."

"You should have picked up the fare, bye"

Ginette, laughing "dull," seemed to have just a little more fun than usual.

Sometimes when you're in the kitchen, you can look like you're raising your mental age and "need to hold on" to your shoulders.

Maybe this Ginette over here is really a vegan Ginette.

You look like the right girl for the year.

"That's a great thing, isn't it, because Mr. Yashiro hasn't been able to do it, and he can be happy if he says so?

"So please keep praising me," he said.

Who sells cheap flatteries? I'll give you a compliment when you get something in return. As much.

... That's what I'm thinking, so maybe you're biased.

No, look. Estella feels quite complimented because if she praises, the money will come out...

"Hey......"

"Yes?"

"Ginette, too, wants to be praised, after all?

"To?"

Wouldn't a girl want to be called "beautiful" or "cute"? Even Ginette without exception.

"I... because you said so before"

What!?

Me on Ginette?

When? No, did you say that in the first place?

"Ahhhh!

You remember that time, Ginette's face boils up.

That reaction, seriously, I'm telling you!? I'm telling you for sure!?

What 'd you say? "Beautiful"? "Pretty"?

I don't remember that.........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

That's it!?

When I was about to get my memories eaten by some weird demon grass or something!

Finally I remember Ginette's name, and then I was supposed to take a walk with Ginette... so Ginette came with my Soleil hair decorations I did.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... I'm telling you all I want. Wow!?

........................ I want you to forget.

Do you want to try, dungeon?

"At that time, I was so glad that..."

I can see Ginette's hair dripping down and her neck dyed bright red from the gap.

If you're turning away, could you hide your neck or something exactly?

Emotions, because it's a dada leak!?

"Well, if that's the case......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Wow... Ginette's fever is contagious and I'm running weird again!

Oh, my God, if I had a chance.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry. After all, the current cancellation......"

"... Yes"

Before I say "on Cancel," Ginette's face lifts up and turns this way.

"... I hope, I will"

Words were sealed.

Apparently, it's impossible to cancel.

Well then, well... if you get a chance, yeah.

Exhale a hot breath out of your nose and walk forward.

Face straight ahead and walk silently.

Like that, we didn't open a word until we got to Millie's.