Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"Miu..."

In the church talking room, Bertina was ringing.

No, I was crying.

"... all over me, it hurts"

Bertina also seemed to suffer from muscle pain the next day without a day's delay.

You're still young, Bertina.

"Excuse me for dressing like this," Bertina said, apologizing one word and sitting on the chair all the time, saying that it was hard to stand, sit or walk with muscle aches.

Like surrounding it, there are a bunch of kids with worried faces.

I wonder who these kids aren't getting muscle aches by themselves.

"Are you all right, Sister?"

"I'm worried about you... I'm okay when it comes to it..."

Turn a bitter smile at the worry-faced norms, and bend your eyebrows to the eight letters.

"My arm hurts and I can't eat rice..."

That seems to be the hardest thing for Bertina.

Breakfast was served quickly, warmly and accurately thanks to the work of a legion of luxury foremen led by Natalia.

Put the kids flocking to Bertina in their seats for dinner.

"I'll feed you Sister," there were a bunch of kids who would name it, but that Bertina wouldn't allow.

There's no way this mother would allow the kids' rice to fall behind for herself.

So, naturally, the person Bertina sweetens is squeezed.

"Ginette, I'm sorry, can you feed me?

"Excuse me, Sister. I want to do that in the mountains... my arms, I can't get up..."

"……… Miu"

Ginette always helped Bertina at times like this, but that Ginette also has terrible muscle aches today that prevent her from moving.

I'm finally sitting in a chair alongside Bertina.

Similar mothers and daughters who did not turn in the same direction and make it slight were like chick dolls. They're both chicks, though.

"I can't help it. I'll feed you."

"Mr. Yashiro, is it?

If it's true, the foremen would be better at this sort of thing, but Bertina herself wouldn't want to bother people in other districts, and if she fed them around Natalia... it could look like nursing care. You see, the service clothes apron makes Mr. Helper ཽ.

"Is that okay, really?

"I wouldn't have to take it personally, would I? Besides, hard work is a man's role."

"I can't believe it's hard work, Ugh"

No, no, Bertina. I'm laughing, but... what do you think we're going back and forth for? Between the vessel and the mouth.

"Magda asks for Ginette"

"I'm fine. Yourself......"

"... Tsuzu"

"Ahhh!... It's terrible to poke, Mr. Magda..."

"... Magda will feed you"

"Oh... please, I will"

If you have enough muscle pain to leak screams just because you can be touched, let them eat you up and rest your muscles.

You're gonna rub your muscles off.

Muscles and cooper ligaments are important.

"Loretta takes care of the kids"

"I'll take care of it!

"Delia, Paula, Neferry"

"Whoa!"

"What?"

"Say anything"

"Loretta will probably soothe, so ask for that follow up"

"" "Roger!

"You guys are terrible!? Because I'm a woman who can do my job properly!

Bertina and Ginette. This is a situation where the two tops, the home of the kids' minds, are ill and unable to move. My anxiety would be somewhat confusing if I had a lot of sisters I could count on.

"Then Norma"

"I know you do. Why don't you join the foremen in the cooking?

"No, I have a baby, give me boobs"

"I'm not answering!?

"Then, because Nodo was thirsty, so was I."

"So I'm not answering... even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you!

Well, I thought it was the right material.

"Mr. Yashiro."

Bertina's cheeks swelled right in front of her.

Bertina makes you angry with her pretty face.

"Heh heh heh. Instead of confession, I will serve you well."

"Already...... Please."

I hope this reduces some of the guilt and reluctance.

I thought of the simmer first and held the chopsticks, which were limp and cold.

"Bertina, isn't it cold?

"Yes, I'm fine."

"No, you can't. I can't move, so my body gets cold right away. Hey, kids. Bring him a knee and a stall."

"" Yes!

It's cold enough this morning.

Though indoors, the large talking room is chilly. Cold protection should be kept in place.

And I think it's better to warm up your body and promote blood circulation so your muscle aches can heal quickly.

"And lend it to Ginette, too."

"No, I am"

"I asked you, kids"

"" Yes!

Don't be shy at a time like this. It's total throughput.

An elderly kid (a man) and a solid girl run all over each other.

You're taking the initiative right, Inspirational.

I'll get a knee and a stall from the two of you back in the dash, and I'll call Bertina and Ginette.

Weave a stall on your shoulder to keep your knees firmly around your hips.

"Thank you. It's very warm."

Keeping yourself in a chair and kneeling is like a granny...... no, it's nothing.

Right, I guess I'll make it in the rocking chair next time.

No, it doesn't make any deep sense.

Bertina is young. Bertina is young. Bertina is young.

So I'm like, "Hmm? Did you just say something? Don't stare at me with your eyes like that." Because I didn't say anything, and I don't think anything.

"By the way, was Mr. Yashiro okay? Muscle pain is."

"Oh, thanks to the welcome muscle, it's starting to move quite a bit."

"Welcome muscles?

I tell you not to worry about the proper Bertina. It's bullshit with no scientific evidence.

"Hehe. But if you could spoil Mr. Yashiro, you'd feel a little gained."

"Oh, that's what I thought too"

"Ginette, too?

"Yes.... hehe, I had my hair combed today"

"Well, that's cheating. I fought hard this morning."

Bertina, who talks like that with her mother and daughter and accuses me of "cheating, Mr. Yashiro". So this is how you're gonna feed him right now. It's a special service, this one.

Totally. What a luxury to not be able to feel the service you're enjoying.

This needs a little punishment.

"Well, what about rice balls... I can't do the whole thing with chopsticks, and it's hard to cut them into small pieces"

"Well, you can grab my hand."

"Are you sure?

"If it's Mr. Yashiro's hand, I don't care"

"So you'll even pepper the rice grains that got to my fingers?

"Well, that's... yourself"

I couldn't even turn my face away because I couldn't move, and my cheeks swelled up like resentment.

Isn't that a lovely resistance?

Look, Bertina.

Give thanks if someone else helped you. And return that gratitude as properly as possible. Something of value, equivalent information or service.

Come on, I wonder what I'll get in return.

"Whoa, whoa!

"Oh, my goodness."

Oh, that stupid voice and tongueless voice - it was Barbara and Teresa, as expected.

"Huh, that smells good. Sister, are you there... what are you doing, hero?

Barbara comes up to the bickering room and looks at me with Bertina's help and circles her eyes.

"Good morning, Mr. Barbara, Mr. Teresa"

"Good morning, Sister"

"Oh, bye, sissy!

Ho, Barbara's guy, can you say hello now?

"Actually, I can't move because I have muscle aches, so Mr. Yashiro is helping me with my meal."

"Oh, muscle aches! And - you and - you were roaring this morning, yeah. He said he's off work in the field today."

Too bad.

The salutation doesn't seem to have been learned yet.

"Mr. Barbara, did you eat?

"Hmm? Oh, no. Not yet."

To Ginette's inquiry, Barbara scratched her head and looked in trouble.

"I can't make breakfast because Ka-chan can't move. Sister would like to have something to eat."

Barbara says she's here to talk to you about if you can share bread like she ate at an athletic party.

He won't even be able to cook easy.

But the kind of bread we offered in the bread-eating competition hasn't gone out in the world yet.

Even if it's in church, the black bread from Katchkachi is exquisite.

"Shit... if this is the case, I should have brought home yesterday's dish"

Barbara doesn't have many human options to rely on when she still has to.

I guess the church found it relatively easy to ask for because it's the place to keep Theresa or something.

"If so, would you like to have it with me? Magda and the others made a lot of them."

Ginette smiles with a motionless body.

Magda and the rest of them don't seem to have any particular objections, and they air like they should.

"Are you sure?

"Yes, take Mr. Cheryl's share back to the vessel later."

The time is still early in the morning.

Tott or Cheryl would still be asleep time.

Bertina told me before that Teresa is up early because Barbara and I absolutely want to say hello in the morning. That's what he said.

And you think it's Teresa's important job to wake up Barbara in time for her morning field job?... You didn't wake me, sister.

That's why Teresa says she's strong in the morning.

"Well, let me eat, Teresa?

"Yeah! Eat!"

"Here, both of you. I'll take it."

"... Yes"

"Hey!"

Barbara and Teresa honestly follow Bertina's point.

"Do you want me to have it?"

"Morao!

"Not really... Uh-huh, that's hard"

Bertina leaks a bitter laugh at the barbaric Barbara interpretation.

"Barbara. Let's have a treat."

Until I say, "It's on your side," I'm going to tell you that this guy will have a heavy load, choosing a wording that's not obvious.

"Where did you go with 'Here you go'? Are you nuts, hero?

"... I'll beat you out without eating, you monkey head"

I just don't want you to be stupid or anything.

You idiot who can't even write the word 'idiot'.

"Mr. Barbara. Re-word what Yashiro said."

"Ha, ha, ha, ha. Let's have a treat, Teresa."

"I'm going to be a dick!

Yeah, yeah.

Teresa seems to understand the language better for what she can arrange herself.

After all, Teresa's smarter. Already at the moment.

"Enjoy, then. We can't move, so if you'll excuse us for dressing like this."

"Is the manager also having muscle aches?"

"Yes, I'm ashamed"

Natalia turns around for Barbara and Teresa's meal.

In the meantime, Teresa came into the circle of the kids, and Barbara came into this circle.

"The manager and Sister can't move, and the hero is helping Sister?

Hmm?

What are you trying to say, this guy?

"I thought you liked the manager because the hero is always the manager."

"" Heh!?

Me and Ginette are all here to leak surprises.

"But it feels like you like Sister better."

"" Huh!?

Now me and Bertina raised their voices the same way.

What are you talking about?

"Arci, actually, yesterday, I knew the emotion of" like "... hehe"

and so on, Barbara dyes bright red to her ears yet shows a good illuminating laugh.

No, because I know. Because everyone here was watching at that moment.

"So, you like it, right? He's the one who gets married when he gets older, isn't he?

Not necessarily, but, well, that's not broadly true.

"Ka-chan and I got married because we liked each other so much. Yesterday, too, and - when you said you were too tense and your shoulder hurt, Ka-chan had dinner - Oh, I was feeding you dinner. Feel like a hero right now."

He pointed at me and said that, and I sweated a mystery on my back.

Bertina also leaks a weird voice "to" and loses her composure.

My gaze is coming and going.

"That's why it's me, isn't it? Heroes like Sister, you're getting married someday!? Arsi, you know what, I already know!

Whoa!

Barbara straining her chest with a doya face just saying so.

Right or right.

You're floating around knowing you like it.

I can't help but think of a freshly remembered word.

But...

Give me the TPO.

"Mr. Barbara."

When I put the chopsticks down and started thinking, "Sa, how do I cook for you," Bertina, who shouldn't be able to move because of muscle aches, got up completely.

"Whether it's true or false, think about the words you should say in your mouth and then make a statement - and you've told me before, right?

"... ah"

Barbara mouths whatever she thinks.

Well, did you already get attention where we didn't know?

Nonetheless, Barbara said she stepped on the same footing in front of Bertina.

Well, that's it.

Happy full-fast outburst with the feeling of being in love. That pays off.

"... please come to the penance room. Let's talk before breakfast."

"No, um... I'm sorry..."

"Come on, come on"

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

Barbara loses her words to a smile like Bertina's goddess of showing.

Well, I can't help it. Bertina's floating smile was the smile of the goddess of ruin that emitted a disastrous aura, not divinity.

Fasting and muscle aches are behind us, and Bertina, who took Barbara, leaves the talking room.

You move at times like this, body. Professionalism... Too much lighting to get away from this place...

"I'm eating too..."

Bertina's escape made me the feather of being carried alone with this nasty air.

No, when I glanced at him, Ginette looked uncomfortable, too.

... at all, that asshole bitch.

Have the TPO tapped in tightly.

It's not a PTA! It's a TPO!

... Damn.

Then a small hour passed, and Ines and Deborah returned to their district.

I usually have a job today.

Gilberta and Natalia are going to rendezvous with their respective lords here, and they are relaxing and drinking tea in the discourse room. That might be a rare sight, the way these guys are being lenient.

Magda and Loretta took the Normas back to the Yangdu Pavilion.

Ginette couldn't move yet, so she took on the preparations to open the store.

I couldn't get a look at it today, so I decided to make it the main stall DAY for okonomiyaki.

Hardware and fresh flower guilds seem to be helping out this afternoon during the morning.

You think the River Fishing Guild is closed today?

Other than restaurants and some guilds, it seems relaxing today.

Because it's the day after the whole day of athletics.

I wish I could take a break from the Yangdu Pavilion...

"Yashiro also said eating out is good when you're tired."

After an athletic event, you can eat out. There are many families, because they are tired.

I would have said that.

Anyway, it seems Ginette is not going to rest.

That was the same with Cantalchica, and Paula left as quickly as she finished cleaning up her breakfast.

Neferry also left saying that her parents did the morning job for the chicken farm, but there was no such thing as a day off to take care of the creature.

So, me and Ginette, we leave it to Magda and the others to stay in the church.

He's taking a break in the conversation room to relieve some muscle pain by the time the store opens. Squeeze your body, wait for your muscles to recover. Sassy Sassy Sassy...

The sky was slowly starting to brighten.

Then the quiet time lasts for a while.

"Not at all, Mr. Barbara..."

Bertina peels as she chews the potatoes stained with flavor.

They're still pulling tails.

Bertina, back from the penance room, is feeding Natalia breakfast. My assistance was refused with ease.

I know how you feel, yeah.

I don't suppose they would have swung the subject "I like it" or "marriage" that much, the devout Alvistan Bertina. I guess I can feel the lightness a few times more than others.

And Barbara said...

"Guzu...... eh, dull...... momomogu"

"Okay, okay, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"... Yeah... Momogu..."

"Oh no?

"... yeah... gu"

I had breakfast crying and had my sister Teresa rubbing my back all the time.

You're a tough sister, dude.

If I were my fruit sister, I would be digging deep holes in the garden and dropping them there, planting even fine cherry trees on top of it so they wouldn't crawl out. Every time I look up at cherry blossoms every year, I'll remind you, "Oh, I had a sister, too," for about a week in a year.

"Mr. Tott, would you have made it home safely?

"I'm fine. 'Cause Tot's a lot firmer than that asshole there."

About twenty minutes ago Tott came to church worried about Barbara not returning.

Just as Barbara was trapped in the penance room, Tott somehow guessed the situation and said, "Oh, well... what do we do,?" I was desperately trying to laugh with a cared for face like that.

So Teresa, who's not even going to go home unless she's with that stupid sister, left it here, told her to just take the rice home, let her pack and go home first.

Cheryl will also wake up when Tott returns.

It might be difficult for Tot to reheat it. Even if it's cold, it's delicious. Norma stewed.

"Gusu... uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Dirty, dirty!

Oh, so don't drool! It takes a rice balls! Oh, no more!

"Either cry or eat!

"... food..."

... This church doesn't have a lot of appetite priorities?

"Look, Kame."

"Mmm... my hand, it's blocked..."

"Finally, already..."

Barbara the asshole holding the rice balls with both hands.

Eat one at a time. Will nobody take r...... no, will Bertina eat up if we don't make sure. What a surviving church.

I have no choice, so I sneeze round and spread the softened chips to pick Barbara's nose.

Look, "Pfft! Do it.

"Mm-hmm... no, no, no!

... Nevertheless, have some more hesitation, woman. That's all you got.

"Bertina's sermon is not angry, so don't cry anymore. 'Cause you just have to reflect and be careful next time."

"... yeah"

"Don't lean down. It drips again."

".................. yeah"

"See, again..."

I'll wipe the wet, glowing tip of Barbara's nose with a piece of shredded paper.

You should look up now. Because it drips.

"Oh no... Gentle no..."

"Have you noticed by now? Gentlemen aren't as sweet as me."

"... but Arsi... no matter how much you like me, I marry a hero, I can't give you..."

"Huh!?

"Ohh... Ohh... Ohh!

"What are you talking about!?

"It's sweet, because you like it. Oh? Oh, my God!

You asshole...... Huh!

"Dear Yashiro. Mr. Barbara has been shaking me since yesterday."

"Because they haven't shaken me! Because even though it's a no-action, the reactions are just being thrown at me with a bang!

It doesn't have to be until you confess, at least until I favor you, and you shake me!

Because I don't remember too much about getting a rejection notice from an audition I didn't apply for, and I get it right!

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Don't talk in parallel, asshole.

As I was wondering what to do with this annoying crying monkey, a charming tanuki appeared all the way out the church window.

"Oh, honey! I had fun yesterday, seriously!

Open the window and Percy drops in to greet you with a challenging face and a challenging voice.

"No, because I heard it was this way when I went to the Yangdu Pavilion...!? Oh, what? What's wrong with you?

Percy wolves when she finds Barbara cheeking the rice balls in tears.

It's too late to notice. You, maybe narrow your horizons?

"That was yesterday's... uh..."

"Barbara."

"Yes, Mr. Barbara"

This guy, you didn't remember his name by saying 'best friend' or something, did you?

What a guy. Don't you only see people as a stepping stone to your own love path? You suck. Get stabbed one day.

Such, Percy, the woman's enemy, opens the window by Barbara and speaks.

"Hey, Mr. Barbara. Mr. Barbara."

"Guzu............ hehe?

Barbara, whose world was seeping with tears, seemed for a moment to have no idea who she was there, and looked like she finally recognized the other person's face after a blurry, large tear had fallen to zero.

"……………… ah"

My voice leaked, my tail fluttered and my whole body rippled.

"Heh, heh, heh, heh!?

What, screaming like that Rockfest vocal?

"Ha. What are you doing? Are you crying?

"Become, cry or something... Huh!

Having lived with Teresa all along, Barbara and I rushed to wipe our tears with her mouth of a seemingly dazzling fortitude - realizing that the decadent rice balls on the verge of eating were gripped in both hands - whether she was intensely aware that she had to be firm as a sister.

"Ahhh!? Oh, no! This is, um... Ah, Arsi, not a foodie!

What's that excuse?

Where are you worried about?

"Haha. What, that? Majuke."

".................. ugh"

Percy doesn't laugh at me. Barbara is depressed.

I have a bottom face as if I had a broken heart.

"Fine. I like my daughter, who eats so much it looks delicious."

"-!?

Barbara ascends from the bottom in an instant and turns the spring of this world into a song face.... extreme, this guy's facial expressions.

"So, what happened?

"hey... nothing"

pointing to his own cheek and saying, "You're crying, aren't you?" To Percy, who sends gestures, Barbara wipes them with the back of her hand and desperately hides tear marks.

I can't tell you why I'm crying. Sister pissed me off, I can't believe it.

"Oh, yeah. Hey, come here."

"Heh... ooh, yeah"

Barbara, who honestly follows Percy, who invites you a little bit. It's time to approach the window slowly.

And, Pompous, Percy's hand slaps Barbara on the head.

"If there's nothing, do you need to cry?

"-!?

All right, all right, I'm stroked in the hair, and Barbara's tears draw completely.

I let my eyes black and white and a "hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" much feverish breath leaks out of my half-open mouth. If I could see, the breath would have been truly pink.

"Have you stopped crying yet?

"...... (Knock it off!

Don't you have a voice, Barbara shakes her neck up and down desperately.

"Well, that's laughable already, huh?

"...... (Knock it off!

"Okay, smile."

"...... (Knock it off!

"Promise."

"...... (Knock it off!

"I'm worried you're gonna cry."

"………………………………………"

Weird noise, though!?

What? Barbara, did you strangle even a small animal in the back of your throat?

"Tears are a girl's precious jewelry, so don't waste it, seriously"

"...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

The air's leaking.

Didn't you make some holes!?

"Oh, come on, honey!

Percy comes back to me after watching Barbara fall flat and whining, "Okay, I stopped crying" or something.

No, no, you stay with me for a while. I don't want them to think I know you.

"You asked me to make a prototype number one and bring it to you."

"Is that true!?

"Seriously.... Yeah, but I'm not sure this is a good idea."

Well, it's a prototype.

But Percy's brought the Soitz was a good one inside.

"I didn't expect you to bring more prototypes the day after the sporting event, don't do it"

"Didn't you say that?" If I make it tomorrow, I'll reward you, if I don't make it, I'll give you a cage "! Seriously, I tried my best to die!

"Ha. Did you really take that joke?"

"Weren't you the face you were joking about, Aren't you?

"I'm kidding. If you're a" reward, "

"No, that's it!? Only 'Folding Cage' was it serious!? I'm scared, seriously!

It's a joke, a joke.

If you make what I want right, I'll reward you for it.

In the meantime, I'll invite you to the "Late Bloom, Spring Bread Festival" with a special seat.

Come on, let me make another buck. Nfu.