Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"Winning Flag, Awarded!

Under the darkened sky no longer are the athletes aligned in the illuminating ground of the bonfire.

The winning flag created by every guild in District 42 is now handed to Magda, the winning team, from Estella, President of the Games Committee.

The servants are playing the instrument to boost the air in the field. Were you letting him practice even like that? You were trying to get me in a great mood, Estella's guy.

Thanks to this, the winning flag award was foiled. It's a tough sight.

"Then I guess I'll get a word from the winning white team leader. But time's running out, so cut it short."

"... I understand"

With a big winning flag, Magda stands on the stage and opposes the players.

After slowly looking over the athlete, he opens his mouth quietly.

"... this victory is the result of the White Group fighting together. All the players worked hard, though there may be a lot to think about. If there was a point that didn't happen, it was Magda's responsibility as the team leader. Please, don't blame the players."

This sporting event was never a proper competition run.

Few people will be dissatisfied as a result of each doing as they please.

Magda shows consideration for such a person. The sentiment of being "scorned" by being made into words thus diminishes.

Some dissatisfaction can be swallowed by it alone.

"... if you have any complaints, I want you to tell Magda"

"If you have a complaint about Magda Tan, Oyla will hear it all instead, sss!

"... So the complaint about Magda is that Umaro - because I worked so hard this time - is that Goozuya will tell me"

"A hell of a killer pass flew in. Ah!?

"If that's the case, Gouzouya, because we'll talk later"

"Hey, give me your face, Goozuya"

"Goozuya, you're so cynical."

"There are lots of interesting people -!?

The venue springs up more and more with the Gouzouya teasing of the inhabitants.

It's a shitty body, and everyone is smiling.

Some dissatisfaction is thus sublimated to pleasant memories.

"... I may have some thoughts. But Magda enjoyed this sporting event so much"

To the quiet voice of Magda, a lively audience closes their mouths.

Even without words, I can see everyone empathizing with Magda.

Oh, right.

Ridiculous, awfully tired, but you had fun messing around.

"... the victory of the White Group is due to the efforts of the players. And the success of this District People's Games was only gained because everyone here had one thought. It is only with the cooperation of everyone. Magda is convinced it's a success we've all won"

Wow, I cheered.

Only one team wins, but success is in the hands of all teams, no, everyone on this scene, including none other than the players.

I'm honestly glad you admit it.

If I suck, it could be a worthy word over a winner.

"... Magda takes great pride in the inhabitants of District 42 and the people here"

You can hear Magda shouting from inside the venue in hot words that usually don't show their emotions. Apparently, he hit it directly into the tear glands of the touching shop.

Take a big breath, Magda says clearly.

"... Magda loves District 42"

The applause rolls with cheer.

The applause and applause are showered all over the body for a while, and Magda utters the last word.

"… with the above, shall be closing remarks"

"That's my job, don't take it! Well, they almost said what they wanted to say!

Estella bursts into grandeur next door.

The whole venue is swallowed by a wave of laughter.

Even though it's already night, the people in this city don't know how tired they are.

I'm already hungry.

"This is followed by a closing address by the President of the Games Committee"

"Estella," hereinafter the same sentence "is fine."

"Shut up, Yashiro! I'll do it right! It's the first tournament to remember!

The first time, I knew you were going to do it again next year.

The Executive Committee members shall be rhetorical, let's do so. Also, let's ban guests from other districts.

... Oh, do I have to be a commissioner to screw an opinion like that... oh no!

"Eh, guys, really good job"

On the platform where Magda descends, Estella's greeting begins.

but it was a 'clever lord' greeting, so I'll be listening to you all the time.

They're all amazing, I'm impressed, Euerberry Great Full - it was like.

"- I hereby declare the closure of the First District 42 People's Movement!

A closing declaration will be made and a great deal of applause will be wrapped up from all over the venue.

Oh...... it's finally over.

It's been a long time... my heart and body are full of shit.

"Well, after this, it's dinner time for you to wait!

"" "Whoa, whoa!

"For dinner this evening, we have prepared dishes with the full cooperation of the Yangdu Pavilion"

Natalia explains, Ginette puts her head down with a pepper.

A round of applause is sent to Ginette.

The stalls, which have been in full operation since morning, are sold out of houses, out of stock, and closed ragged. There was no more food in this ground off the boulevard.

A hungry beast pours the gaze of anticipation into a large pot that has been emitting a good smell for so long.

"Today, we have curry and stewed potatoes. There are lots of changes, so eat up."

"" "Whoa, whoa!

"Boiled potatoes?"

"A potato stew is a seasoned base-"

And, when a basic potato stew explanation was given from Ginette's mouth, I heard a chorus of belly bugs from all over the venue.

It was a punchy explanation of what flavors were based on and how many meats were used, just to ask and my stomach would start drooling over my digestive fluid.

I've been dying to eat for a long time, too.

I conveyed the traditional potato stew recipe straight from the general, but I'm a little excited to see what Ginette's cooked potato stew finishes.

"From us, it's a do-done and a liquor plug!

"" "No, no, no, no!

Paula and Paula's father hold a dodgy barrel of liquor. The tense of the drinkers push their limits at once.

After all, is it alcohol after exercising?

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you'll excuse me during the festivities"

Asunt speaks up. Standing in front of a large carrier covered with cloth, he wraps that cloth around where the audience's eyes gather.

"The guests plugged me in, 'Make sure you're all there'. Enjoy."

The carrier is packed with colorful fruits with mountains, making the women's eyes shine.

I guess Asunt asked me to put it in or give it money so I could prepare it.

Guest hey...

"Is that okay for an adult to eat?

"Of course, sir."

"Well, that's not Javier."

"What do you mean, Yashiro!? I gave you a little of that, too!

If you ask me, the nobles who were watching the game in the guest room went out a little bit.

Just a little, that's all there is to it. It would be an expense there.

By the way, they say the top of the note is Donnis, and you think Marul agreed with Donnis on the phrase "I want to reward them for their hard work"?

Yeah, that's why Donnis doesn't even come over here at the end of the line. He's lying in the guest seat. I guess the load on the heart was too much. Don't fall asleep praised...... junior high boy who can just be happy with his favorite daughter, you are.

Nene and Mococa take the lead in guiding people to Natalia, Gilberta, Ines and Deborah.

The service runs around and distributes meals and meals.

That's right, I don't see any confusion at the moment.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the venue is dark, so please eat by the bonfire or Mr. Wendy as much as possible"

"Natalia, that's a bit!?

Shining Wendy has continued to show her presence since the sun fell and whether this is still the case.

He looks troubled when the kids crowd him.

But it's dark...

"Hey, Imelda"

"What is it?

"Oh, no. No."

I was wondering if we could even do campfire, but this ground is not an exaggeration when it comes to the eastern end of District 42. Except for the wetlands, I can't tell you how hard it is to go back to the Wooddust Guild District 42 branch, which is built in a place you can call the wetlands, and bring firewood that looks like it could be used for campfire.

The woodcutters will be tired of running athletic parties all day.

If you hit a campfire on this scale, you'd be at that level with 100 cm or 120 cm of firewood, too.

"Yes, yes. Before the bar pull started, we sent our free men to pick up the firewood, so it's time to come back."

"What, firewood...?

"Yep. Outside in the woods, you put firewood together to keep the fire going. If you put firewood on the letter 'Well', the burning time will be reduced, but the big flame will rise, so I thought I'd hit this place and put it on."

It's just a campfire.

This guy made such a suggestion from himself...

"Besides, I was wondering if in this situation, you would probably say that kind of request, Mr. Yashiro."

"You think I look like such a nice guy?

"Oh? That's not what I was about to tell you earlier?

"Ugh..."

Is this guy starting to get a little carried away?

Being a branch manager carries such a burdensome responsibility as growing rapidly?

That's horrible. This guy's, the future ahead.... I'm afraid it's going to turn, Imelda.

With that in mind, the wood dust came back loaded with tons of firewood in the deckai luggage.

These are the woodcutters who didn't participate in the competition after the bar draw.

Some of them might have wanted to watch the game... well, if it was the life of your beloved Miss Imelda, I'd be happy to tell you, or those people over there. It's kind of a power relationship close to a hunting guild that's heartbroken with Medora.

I hope I never lose control on the occasion of Imelda's marriage...

"Thank you for your best consideration. Ah, as the end of the management committee."

"Oh? I just thought it was something that was sitting in the upper seat."

"Your seat is Estella, the president of the tournament committee."

"That's a committee that seems to be windy all the time."

"There's no shield."

"Yeah, it's a blowout bust."

"Whose bust is blowing through!

My arm stretches out from behind Imelda's back, to tease both sides of Imelda's cheek ~ picking it up sooner.

"Efffefahi, what the heck!?

"What are you doing? Not at all."

Estella with a pungent, angry face.

"I'm still a blunt bust more prone to wind resistance than anyone else! Not streamlined!" - or something like that would be interesting.

"Yashiro. Will you try to put every word of what you just thought in your head into words?

"Then first, miss that noisy blade"

Did you hide the blade until you were in gymnastics clothes?

You're a very dangerous person.

"Oh, yeah. Actually, there's something I'd like you to do for Imelda."

"If it's firewood, it just arrived."

"Oh! That would help! Did Yashiro tell you that?

"Estella, if you don't change that perception now, you're gonna lose next year's horseback riding battle."

Neither did I. Estella underestimates Imelda's growth rate, too.

The head of an organization that can read and act on a two-handed, three-handed approach is because once you start growing, you will continue to grow that talent at an accelerating rate.

I want to be on the same team as Imelda next year. Then it's going to be easier.

"Hero."

Imagining a year after the potent weather Estella and Imelda, who began to show one of the big men, Cylon accidentally called out.

Looking back, I was mecha dazzled.

"What, my daughter-in-law infected" Depression "?

"No. And it's not because of the bacteria that Wendy is emitting..."

"Then what? Did you rub too much on your daughter-in-law and the powder of light stick all over your body? I can't even see the contour of your face, but I'm gonna hit you with a goo, okay?

"Wait, hero! It's a brick of light!

Said, glancing closely, Theron held a slightly larger crate containing large quantities of bricks emitting dazzling light.

"I say brick, but this is a product that can be used independently and instead of night torches."

If you take it in your hand, one end is flat, and it does seem independent.

The top also has a hook to hook up with, and with this, it would show enough ability as a light instead of a lamp, both indoors and outdoors.

"Wendy told me it was dangerous for young children to get close to the flames. It's up to me to get back in a hurry before the horseback battle starts."

"Wendy didn't take you?

"Wendy is, you know, very popular with kids."

and Theron stares smiling at Wendy, who is glowing all over the super fighting nation.

Sure, there's a bunch of kids out there, but I don't bother denying that I'm popular or uncommon... well, if it shows like it does.

"I'm just a little tired. I can't believe I always let Wendy pull such heavy baggage cars...... I'll build my body more!

"No, because of the racial difference, how hard do you have to work to cover it?

Even that little, adorable Millie is a few times more powerful than we are.

If Wendy could always afford to pull the luggage you pulled while you were hissing, she'd be just saying that the division of roles was done correctly.

"Well, that's all I want you to do, to the main lord of the family."

"Right. It's not the result, it's what I'm going to try to do, and putting it into practice, that leads to trust."

Imelda and Estella are saying horrible things.

You know.

If you're being asked to level with a wooden foreman, I think your husband's candidate will run away barefoot on his first day of marriage.

I can't do it. Being a muscle like wood or jumping over human standards like Natalia.

You know, at a level humans can reach... No, wait, are they all the people who have reached that height as a result of human efforts?

What is the proportion of wood dust between beasts and humans about half? Really, it's just a bunch of shit.

Woody people like that bucket of stuff assembled stiff, and lightly huge firewood. That's a heavy labor that would normally take an hour to get ready... brilliantly in just a few minutes of stuff.

And it ignited early, and the flames instantly stained the darkness of the night into a brilliant red light.

A flame rose in the center of the ground and Cylon's glowing bricks were arranged at equal intervals in a position sufficiently distant from the campfire.

"This is bright."

Ground so wrapped in light that I don't think it's night.

Still, the sky is black and surrounded by some strange atmosphere.

"Mr. Yashiro! The awkward man hastened to carve out the Hero of Lights (Candle Specifications), wondering if he could help even with a small amount of power!"

"Oh, it's fuel thrown down the campfire, eh!

"The crystal of awkward effort!?

Hmm. I guess I carved it up in a couple of minutes anyway.

If Ginette finds you, she says, "I want it," and you pull your tail until about three days later, that wax statue!

It's an incineration disposal before it happens, like that.

"Da-li!

Looking over Medra rushing over here, the fantastic flaming lights look like hellfire.

This is called an illusion.... I won't tell you.

The secret meat just arrived.

"Already?"

"Ha ha! My young man is tense."

Did you go back to the forty-first arrondissement, and prepare a great deal of meat, and bring that great amount of meat back in your luggage and pull it all the way back? In this short time.

After all, it's reckless to confront the Beasts.

It's been a good battle, District Games.

"The meat of the Warcraft was handed over to the superintendent at Estella's, so they should do well."

"Oh well. Thanks."

"Hey. That's what Atashi wanted to do and he did it on his own. Thanksgiving for having me at a fun athletic party."

Fun sports party, huh?

"Sure enough, the thrill of Medora's entry into the war has filled me up."

"Hahaha! I'll take that as a compliment."

"Wow. That's a great compliment."

Medora laughs lavishly.

Medra Rossel, the big boss of the hunting guild, whose nobility also fears.

How dare you, well, get along so easily with such a big man.

"And then there's another one."

"What do you want?

"Thank God"

Don't say anything but thank you.

That seemed enough for Medora, far from the public image, to show a girl's illuminated face.

"Well... I'm just a little ahead of you, enjoying myself..."

Medora herself seemed a little confused.

He said he'd be out in the woods for a night or two with me.

It is often the case that even those things that should have been strongly greedy will butt in if they show up in front of you in a pompous way.

But you must have cared about me this time.

Lucia's "Be Ham Morutan's Wife! 'I may have been a little rampant inspired by the statement, but I guess I was uncomfortable with its' flow '.

That's why you crushed that opportunity from yourself.

You know, when they do that kind of cleanliness, there can't be a "I didn't really hate you that much," either. There's a slight, very slight, immeasurable level of conscience, and it hurts.

So.

"Then this bet is Draw. Another fight sometime."

That's what I'm gonna say. I guess I'll regret it later, with the understanding that again, yeah.... ahhh.

"Phew."

Medora, who was leaning down, loosened her mouth and smiled at me.

"So darling, I love it!

You lit up a little after I told you, you slapped me on the shoulder and ran away.

... It's not "Pepper," it's now... "Gushi Pumpkin! 'That's right... you definitely got your shoulder bone crushed, now...

Are you sure that's what you're doing from the light? Didn't you want to kill him? Without killing me, this? That's vicious, Medra...

"... my shoulder hurts..."

"That's the price you paid for telling your maiden 'I love it'. Be patient."

"Yep... where were you, maiden? I missed it, me."

"Really, you'll lose your mind."

"Estella, it's your eyes that are falling back.... Is my misfortune that funny?

"Interesting or not, I'm very happy."

Nyaru...

"But it's also true that you lose your head."

Put your hand on my shoulder, which hurts, and Estella moves her chin toward the ground.

I hear you mean look.

"By this time a year ago, who do you think could have guessed? I can't believe we're meeting the Lords of the Outer Circumference, the BU, the executives of the main guild, not to mention the big nobles like Mr. Marul and even the heavy towns like Mr. Shirakha in District 42, which is such a despicable place."

Sure, how darkly crowded these people are in this narrow place.

"All of them would just say they were unexpectedly free. I didn't have that information last year. That's all."

"Haha. It's a word no lord or guild chief can say, 'I'm free'."

No. I've heard you say 'I'm free' many times.

And he said, "I'm not motivated anymore."

"And this is what I'm trying to say as one friend. It's been a long time since Marsha's been so annoying. Thank you for that."

"No, Marsha's more or less always like that, though."

To the best of my knowledge, Marsha is always a fluffy, all-ways big shag.

"No. She's pretty naïve about that. … there were many times when I was cheering up so that I wouldn't be able to understand it."

I've heard stories before about mermaids not getting too involved with humans.

In that, Marsha is an exception, interested in humans and land, and has the vitality to actually run and show.

That is something that may perhaps appear heretical...... it may sometimes be a subtle standing among mermaids. Well, it's just speculation.

So Estella may have been in contact with Marsha from time to time. In the form of sweetness to Marsha, who was above age and position, in front of the building of "I Want Sea Fish".

Estella was in a position where she couldn't argue with her face even if there were voices around her. I was feeling like a sympathy...... maybe. It's all speculation.

But, well, there's a good chance that you can't say "unlikely". It's a "story that's not even possible."

"It doesn't matter if there's one more or two more, the hardship of getting ready hasn't changed, and if you want to join us,"

"... hehe. That kind of response must be cozy. I can only imagine because that lighter, navel-curved mermaid doesn't express those honest emotions straight away."

That said, Estella smiles bitterly at Marsha, who cheeks the potato stew as she enters the tank.

Marsha is stuck in the wind she hasn't noticed at all. but you hear all the conversations here, don't you? I'm sure your back's mumbling by now, isn't it?

I'm sure Estella will be hugged as she passes by Marsha after this.

"Eh heh. Did I say something that wasn't even in Gala?

Puffy and cheeky, he turns his grin on me as a flat 'estella' freed from the heavy responsibility of chairman of the tournament committee.

"I was relieved that the tournament was safe and happy and my mouth slipped like that, I'm sure. Don't worry too much."

"Right. I think I can be nice to people today."

"Hey, you got a yashiro? That's amazing. Then maybe we should hold a sporting event every day."

"That's a shame. It's forbidden to judge the Spirit today, so you can say whatever you want."

Who will be kind to others?

You're the ones who respect me and be nice to me. How tired do you think you are, today? Not at all......

"Well, I'll have a curry because my stomach's the limit."

"The wasp is looking forward to a barbecue of warcraft meat."

That's how two hungry 'ladies' left, singing in circles with their belly worms.

What's a lady?

"Oh, whoa."

Shortly after Estella and the others left, now Regina came.

I'm not showing any particular bare gestures that would pull my legs together.

"Is your leg okay?

"It's okay. Everyone's still painting me raw, and it's brand new!

"I didn't ask you that! What do you mean," pepper "that's not raw?

"I don't know if I'm going to do" Air Pepper. "

"Wow, this is how a wrongful crime is born."

No, I've never done that before.

... Do you want to try again?

"No, no, no, no. Manager Hanna," Boo-hoo. I'd like more curry loos, Pompom. '"

"You were three bounces."

"I offered it to you, but this number of people? I don't think I have enough. I made it up in the ambulance tent as soon as possible."

If Ginette had strained and made it for the number of people on this scene, Lou would have needed a fair amount too.

"This curry tastes different than usual, so even if it's not delicious, I'm not complaining."

"Even if the formula changes slightly, it won't get too bad if the base is solid."

Whether the flavor or spiciness changes, it doesn't come off the curry with large muscles.

And Regina understands that base well.

"I'm not worried about Lou any more than you're involved."

"Thank goodness I scratched my butt before conditioning. I can't remember if I washed it or not. I'm not sure. Wow."

"Be confident there! Please!"

That's not true, only some maniacs are happy.

It's a hygiene case, if that's the truth!... you must be kidding me.

"Farewell, we're in this"

Regina walks out with her hands up.

Why did this guy come all the way out here to say any of that?

The answer to that is one.

To show me my sprained legs are fine now. I thought you were worried about me, and you let me show you "don't worry about me anymore" in a far-fetched manner.

This guy's probably not being honest either.

"Well, I guess I'll have some Regina's hand cooking too."

"Ha!? What are you talking about, yourself? Manager Hanyan is the one who makes it."

"Lou's your handmade, isn't he? I just made it in this place."

"That's..."

"Well, I'll make it delicious."

"Mmm.................. Mmmmmmmm! Homma 'Don't' Ya, Yourself! I'll never leave you. It's all in a lot of Akan! Really -!"

My mouth stops at the sieve, where I was talking momentum.

And hide your mouth with your hands and take your gaze off.

"Really... if it was delicious, now we'll eat it... even if you come"

I abandoned him and left early enough.

My legs seem to be fine now.... I'm not used to it. Don't fall again.

"Yashiro!

And the last thing that greets me is him.

"Curry, stewed potatoes and barbecue, which would you prefer?

Ginette is serving dishes without showing any athletic tiredness.

And Loretta, who's helping it out as a matter of course.

Magda, by the way, was making a massive bounce of popcorn that Yap Rock had brought. My tired body smells like honey and butter.

"I've tasted them, and they're all delicious and a little self-confident!

Unusual, Ginette compliments herself on her dishes.

This guy doesn't really call himself "delicious," even if he has confidence in his cooking.

Whether it tastes good or not is a stance that the person who ate it should decide.

How delicious that ginet must be to say "delicious".

I mean, that's it.

"Eating outside is extraordinary, isn't it?

"Yes! It's also a good spice that I was tired and hungry"

Ugh, I laugh happily.

"Brother! Today's curry is amazing! You'll definitely regret not eating this!

"... The Warcraft barbecue is excellent. But watch out for overeating because I have magda popcorn for dessert"

"I think stewed potatoes taste good, too. I want you to make sure it tastes like Yashiro's hometown."

If the three daughters of the Yangdu Pavilion can move on with each of them, then you can't help it.

"Well, give me everything"

"Yes!"

"Then it's coming around!

"... coming to order particularly delicious areas"

The three dissolve simultaneously.

Looking around, the people in the venue are joyfully bickering with food in their hands.

He hits the meat, cheeks the curry, pounds his tongue drums on the potato stew, and snoozes at the colorful fruit.

Delia's been devouring popcorn.

"Thank you for waiting, Mr. Yashiro"

"Brother, it's Extraordinary!

"... I was tickled because there was a Bonacon"

The three of them come back at the same time.

Tons of dishes in each hand.

Can you eat so much alone?

"Magda, what about popcorn?

"… it still seems necessary… but for the moment there are enough circumstances in stock"

"Loretta, what's the meal?

"Estella and these waiters are amazing, and I'm almost done."

"Ginette. What's the cooking?

"No more ingredients left"

You made that again, strained.

"Bye."

"Yes."

"... um"

"It's dinner for all of us!

Rarely, all Yangdu Pavilion employees were to have dinner.

Well, actually, I was after you. There are no such opportunities inside.

"Ugh. Actually, I wanted to eat with you, and I worked a little hard to finish the dish."

"Me too! Dining, I worked so hard!

"… Magda calculates everything"

They all felt the same way.

"Hey. Can I have a mix, too?

With one hand curry I haven't even had a bite of yet, Estella mixes in the circle.

"Don't you have to eat with the people involved or the guests?

"I've been in a big hurry to greet you"

"Damn, he always thinks..."

"It's like you're confessing to being a cave, too."

"Shut up."

Spread the rice around the glowing brick brought by Cylon.

What a non-uniform lineup, but the category is delicious when eaten outside together.

"Well, would you like one!

"Yes. Enjoy it"

"" I'll have it "!

Order and simultaneously bring the food to your mouth.

I had a curry.

"Ugh... well!

Cells that had been bullied by lactic acid and had fallen into cadavers all the time felt like dancing out in spicy delicacies. The flavor is all over my body.

"Ginette! This potato stew is so delicious! How did you make that?

"That's right, based on..."

"Come on, let's eat the meat of the Warcraft! It's been a long time since Bonacon!

Listening to the voice of Ginette, who speaks happily, he hits a grilled Bonacon.

Yummy!

The gravy overflows with the impetus of an unbeatable citrus. My mouth erodes into delicacy.

I want white rice! Oh, did you have curry white rice! Ha, good!

"Mr. Yashiro, how about stewed potatoes?

"Yeah. Yum!

It tastes a little different from what I ate in Japan, but it's also unique.

I'm guessing this is going to be the potato stew of the Yangdu Pavilion in the 42nd Ward. Tasty anyway.

"Look, Yashiro! Bonacon Curry! Amazing luxury!

"Estella, it's you... don't mix dishes, don't behave"

"That's good. It's a meal out there, and it's these days."

Estella boasts with joy that she looks manner-out, mixing the two dishes. I guess I would never do it normally.

It will be said that nobility eats meat and fish all the time.

These guys must have never eaten catfish or anything, pathetically. Even though it's delicious.

"Whoa!? Bonacon curry, it's a violent delicacy! This is awesome!

"... the good taste of Bonacon has not beaten the strength of the curry. All that or Bonacon gravy is giving the curry depth"

"This is how the taste changes, isn't it? A new discovery."

Sure, a curry with good meat is delicious, but its flavour does not go beyond imagination.

It would be nice to have a ginnette.

Well, adding meat can dramatically change that much.

"Ugh!? What is this!? Ugh!"

So delicious!

Delicious enough for chickens, pigs and cows to escape barefoot!

"It's gonna change."

"Right. I'm surprised, too."

"For that, why don't you just swallow it?

"Heh? Really? Well, but it was imaginary, and I probably didn't feel like this flavor would last long for the first bite of impact."

Such a Ginette's guess was exactly right, a great shock Bonacon Curry, but I was starting to wonder "well, this is it" as I went on eating two or three bites.

No, it's delicious, but if you say flat out, you're a little tired of it.

I'm sure both Curry and Bonacon are too assertive.

Because each of them has an intense impact that allows them to play the lead role, - if you want to paraphrase it, there's no unity like a band, like a special unit put together by another band's vocals, and that one song can feel special, but if it's going to work for a long time, I'm still under the impression that the original band should be in better harmony - that's the impression.

Ginette, who was spotting that in one bite, just feels like a pro?

... oneness, huh?

"Hey, Ginette. You got any cheese?

"Is that cheese? Er..."

Yes, sir.

It was Asunt who answered with a smile. They were wandering around and watching people react. How dare you connect to some kind of business if you can feel it? It's a merchant soul.

"Wait a minute," said Asunt, rushing back with some kind of cheese in just minutes.

Choose particularly well melted cheese among them, slice thinly and place on curry.

"What!? Do you put cheese in the curry?!?

"Well, well, fine. Take a bite."

Intertwine plenty of cheese that starts to melt and serve a bite of curry and rice to Ginette.

Showing a moment of confusion, Ginette gently puts the curry in her mouth.

Moment after moment, Ginette's eyes sparkled hard.

"... the richness of the cheese wraps around the curry... it's all in your mouth!

"What, it's delicious, it!? Try me, too!

"Me too!

"... Magda has already done it"

Add each sliced cheese to the curry and stir it in.

Estella and Loretta dropped the spoon on the plate.

"... this is against the rules."

"… exactly, it's an irregular delicacy"

"... uhhh... manumm"

The last one is Magda. Well, needless to say.

And "Forced Translation Magic"... stop translating in the atmosphere.

"Mr. Yashiro."

"Hmm?"

"This is a decision to add to the menu of the Yangdu Pavilion."

Though the addition is fine.

"Isn't it less impactful than Bonacon Curry?

"Indeed, this may be the case in terms of impact. But."

Pointing to my curry with only a few left, Ginette says in a professional face.

"This is a flavor that you'll want to eat again soon"

Bonacon Curry is undeniably "a treat to eat on a special occasion" in flavor, while also adding to the luxury of the ingredients.

In exchange for that, cheese curry tastes like "if you feel comfortable eating it".

"I don't feel comfortable, I can smile and eat it, so next time I decide to eat it, I can wait excitedly from that day on, and I think that's the kind of dish that the Yangdu Pavilion deserves."

"Well, I'm wearing glasses."

"Yes! It's a big pass"

You won't be big or small enough to pass.

"............ ah!?

Ginette speaks up as she tries to put cheese on her curry as well.

And he looked at my curry, he looked at his curry, he looked at his spoon, he looked at my spoon, and he noticed. That what I just said was my spoon.

"Ah, uh... thank you..."

Mm-hmm!

Don't talk weird!

Because it doesn't mean that deep!

I thought you might try it, because that's all!

... Yep, how bad!

You want a cheese curry, but you're weird and you can't use a spoon!

"Yes, boiled potatoes, would you like some!? With chopsticks!

"Oh yeah! In the meantime...... once you pinch the break"

Switch the spoon to chopsticks and sip Ginette's handmade potato stew.

Oh, it warms up. Pokka poka from toe to toe. Hot "ah" wow!

I can't help it, change the story.

"Hey, you guys. Especially Estella. Have you noticed?

"To what?

"Behind the reverse play of the white set, for the true purpose I was after."

"True, purpose......?

Estella turns her gaze to the Magdas.

But as someone else, you don't seem to notice my message.

Oh, my God.

I just did a corner job with the message that I deserved to win the white set.

When I looked at the scoring board before the bar pull and realized it was possible, I wondered if the Spirit God area was suggesting "do so" a dozen years ago.

"Take a look at the scoring board"

The relay adds 500 points in first place, 400 points in second place, 300 points in third position and 200 points in fourth position.

The sum of those points is...

Blue Group: 3880 points

Huang Group: 3980 points

White Set: 4180 points

Red group: 4080 points

"Look at the white team score."

"4180 points...... that's what?

Don't you realize it yet? Shh.

Shall I give you the answer?

"The total point of the white set is' 4180 '. Read it the other way and it will be' 0814 '"

i.e..

"It's going to be 'boobs. Mm-hmm!

"Oh, I'm sorry, Loretta. Can I get a replacement?

"Then mine will come at last!

"... Magda will be adding Bonacon"

"Oh, hey! Listen, you guys!?

That's the message I worked so hard for!?

There will be some more!? "I'm impressed!," or "You were able to win thanks to your boob message!," or "Well, you're already a breast carnival today! ♪ Or something! ♪

"Mr. Yashiro."

Ginette stares at me and says on behalf of three nasty daughters who pass my efforts.

"Repent"

Hmm.

Well, it ends the way I imagined.

There's a corner business confession room. It wouldn't be a bad idea to leave it in there another time or so. Knock.