Isekai Sagishi no Consulting

"Mouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

"Ooh, your brother is exhaling some sort of disastrous temper out of his mouth!?

"... This is a serious dark side in those who won the Grand Prix. We should make him smile back."

"Uh, Mr. Yashiro, let's all celebrate when we get home! Hey!"

"Bluhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"It's thick!? The intensity of your temper has increased!

"... manager, another voice"

"Oh, uh, I've been aware of Mr. Yashiro's cuteness for a long time!

"Ginette...... sorry, it's so counterproductive all the time, it's kinda funny to watch"

Estella.

Shivering my shoulders with a little hateful face.

With that vibration, the meat scatters on your chest!

"... what, those eyes? What are you thinking, huh?"

"" Probably. "" The vibration scattered the flesh from your chest. "" Let's do it. "

"I know you don't have to say as much as Yashiro thinks, Magda, Natalia, Regina!

Estella's cry clings to the dimmed sky.

It's almost night.

The church kids will be time to start making their way home.

"Speaking of which, what happened to Miss Fine Daughter?

"Ugh... the instructor from District 41 was the Grand Prix"

"He's a student who's here to learn gymnastics, and he's the one who leaves the store on Nice Yan Avenue. Because he's always healthy and smiling, well, you're convinced."

"Even though I'm smiling!

"'Cause Loretta laughs and cocks. Come on, we've been over it six times."

"Really, in Loretta's case, it's not" Miss Well Daughter, "it's" Miss Hey, "or" Miss Empty Daughter, "right?"

"It's terrible, Mr. Paula! Because I made a quasi-miss!

"What! Is Paula a quasi-miss?

"Hmm! Yes, it is! Well, it's number two, and you're still happy!

My tail is shaking all over this.

Apparently, I'm quite happy.

"Paula was a good appealer, wasn't she? He said all the judges would hear exactly what menus they ordered at the same time. It was all a hit. That was amazing."

"No, Mr. Neferry! What the judges highly appreciated is the shaky tail all the time they say 'correct'! That is cowardice! It's such a cheat to be a defenseless, joyful girl or something!

"And you don't have a choice of tails!... because it moves on its own"

Yeah, I think I know.

I just complimented him a little bit. That's awesome. If he waved his tail happily, then he'd say, "Cute! It will be."

"Mr. Paula, I'm just gonna take a little Osama."

"You're not the main fan base, either, carpenter grannies!

"It's pu! This next time I'm going to be in a contest sponsored by Torbec Works!

"That's the kind of seco cousin you got spotted, I'm sure!

Loretta tries to take away Paula's death, and that kind of interaction is repeated.

I'll take it jarred.

Loretta can also say that selfishness is natural in front of Paula.

She looks like a sister who envies her sister's accomplishments.

I'm tired, and I don't have the strength to envy the noisy Lorettas.

I look at it blurry and don't think or think about anything blurry or extraordinary.

"Hey, are you still gonna do 'Miss Nice Yan' after this? Let's go home now."

"It's okay. Because it shouldn't take that long."

"What, the snail doesn't know how to judge 'Miss Nice Yan'? You've been sitting there all day looking great in the official seat."

They were sitting there.

And perhaps, teaching you in advance how to judge 'Miss Nice Yan', you deliberately lay low thinking I might find something out, this belly-black lord.

"'Miss Nice Yan' has the right to vote for everyone in this room right now."

"Voting rights......?

"Voters are all the women who were in this room today"

I see.

Is that what I was showing Miscon in various departments on stage from qualifying?

I didn't choose the seven judges, but I put one vote in this guy. This is the "Miss Nice Yan". - And that's the way to decide.

Fair in a way.... Well, I'm doing it in District 41, so it's natural for the audience to have a lot of people in District 41, otherwise maybe the women in District 41 would be more advantageous.

And if that's the way to judge "that? I don't have a chance to be the judge, do I? Then why am I here... now!" And you kept quiet because you were afraid I'd notice Estella's plan. Estella...

"So yes. I got a ballot paper for everyone."

"You're ready."

"If someone flies and you find out about the ballot papers, they might find out."

"… correct. You're all set."

It gives me an unpleasant personality.

"Are you the incarnation of the Spirit God..."

"What...!? Oh, that's... like a goddess... you mean?

"Bad bottom line"

"... maybe your spiritual divinity should be corrected somewhere once."

It's not the way I receive it that should be corrected, but the sexual roots of the Jealous Spirit God that make me feel that way.

"I don't, because I can't change myself. Oh, I'm changing your mind, like?"... you think? She's very selfish.

"Mr. Paula, can you put it in yourself?

"Damn, you wouldn't do that!? I'll... I'll let someone else in!

Be that mucky...... you were trying to get yourself in.

I knew you remembered to get a little caught up in a place called quasi-miss.

"... Loretta. How do you write 'Magda'?

"I'm trying to hide it for a bit, self-voting!? I'm jealous of Magda's success in a way!

"Hey, Fox Blacksmith Han"

"Hmm? What is it, Regina?"

"How many cups did you do yourself?

"Why are you trying to write a few cups on the ballot paper!?

"What!? Akan's!?

"You try to do what you look like right now!

"No, don't let this gap get horny and murky the other way?

"You can't! I knew we shouldn't have let him out of the precinct!

"May I have a moment, Master Estella?"

"What, Natalia?

"The spelling is: 'N', 'A', 'T' …"

"Why are you trying to get me to vote!? Normally, I guess the salesman will stand up and vote for the Lord!?

"No, I thought it would be rude for anyone other than Lord of District 41 to vote for Master Estella. The two memories in the corner..."

"In order to erase that memory, I just want you to vote with a bang!

Oh, it's already... really busy.

Not as good as here, but I hear voices sounding fun here and there.

As I recall my day today, "That girl was adorable" and "That girl, what's her name?" "Me, I'm a fan of that girl," he said, looking at the audience laughing and talking, I can be sure this event was a huge success.

"Who can't do that, Jinnai?

"Right. I give this to Mr. Yashiro."

"Wait, Ginette! The person to be voted on is' The [woman] who was in this venue today '. I'm not included."

"But it's the Grand Prix, isn't it?

"Unfortunately, it doesn't matter if I win an award or not. Because it's a rule."

"Really... too bad"

"Mr. Estella. Wouldn't you like another ballot paper?

"Hey, wait, Becco! What are you rounding up the ballot papers for? You can't be...!

"I didn't know you weren't eligible... no"

Why are you trying to vote for me!?

You can vote for Norma! You're a fan!?

"Anyway, I hope you get home soon after the contest."

"Hey, Becco! I'm gonna have a fatigue party at the Yangdu Pavilion today. Come on, make sure you're in, huh? Why don't you just stay here till morning?

"No, no, I could do something awkward. The late..."

"Oh, my God, do you want to stay that much! Good, stay! Until that crappy willingness to create is exhausted!

Temé, what are you trying to make?

Oh, no, you don't have to say it, I mean, don't ever say it!... if he finds out and eats it, it's troublesome...

"Maybe Mr. Becco,... get me a wax statue of Yashiroko? I want it!

I got it!

And I really ate it!

Wow, Mr. Ginette, it's only strangely sharp when you're ko-yu or something! I'm serious!

"Becko... I'm not leaving today..."

"Ya, Mr. Yashiro, Ji, … it must not be advisable for a woman to make such a statement"

"You're not a girl, me. What's up, huh? You want to be brainwashed?

I'm gonna make you say, "Hey, hey, hey, hey."

"You're in trouble... so who can I put in..."

Ginette hears I'm not eligible and starts to seriously worry.

That bothering you so much? There will be as many other choices as there are.

"Who is Mr. Yashiro going to vote for?

TMT......

Somehow, the tension that was difficult to express spread around.

Ginette, come on...

Don't ask, it's hard to answer that.

And don't stare so jizzy, Evelybuddy.

Just one vote in the contest.

My vote is not worth a lot. I'll vote for death anyway, to that degree of lightness.

"Secret."

"No way, darling, to Atashi!?

"Estella, do you have an abstention on this?

There are a few guys who would be a pain in the ass with their own delusions if they kept it a secret, damn it!

"Write over there and I'll just get it out!

If I stay here, they're going to make a wild guess at the pen move.

Keep your distance from them and... be careful not to whine that it would be a whisper because there are a few people with good ears...... Now, whose name shall I write?

…………

…………

…………

........................ Huh.

What are you seriously worried about, me?

Like this, it's just a play, isn't it just today's event?

It's okay to write in a light way.

Give me the name of the guy you came up with.

My daily gratitude - by saying so.

I was kind of nervous when I put the ballot papers in the ballot box.

I did fine work so that the handwriting wouldn't find out, and I did fine work so that I wouldn't be enlightened by the number of pictures.

... You're pretty much in there to protect me, me.

You don't have to be so vigilant about anything...

"Hey, Yashiroku ~ n."

Marsha is making an invitation for a moment.

If you come any closer...

"I counted the pictures by the sound of the brush - did you write" Yang Dumpling Pavilion "?

- Koyu, I can't insult you because you have a scared guy, this city!

Wow, dude. That's exactly what I smashed it to sound like, me!

Good, keep it small!

"Hi... secret,"

"Mmm, you're not... Already be careful, Yashiro."

... because there are people like you.

Is Marsha using the same language and the same number of images in Japanese? You didn't translate that into a few words, did you? I don't need it, such fine-tuning.

Hon, you have a nasty personality, Spirit God.

"Guys, it's time. Write it down and cast your vote."

"Oh, wait! Because right now, you're shaking in the middle of self-esteem and ethics!

"You can write your own name now, Loretta."

"That's what I say, Mr. Paula......!

"The result is irrelevant where you get one more vote, and in your case,"

"That's a terrible thing to say about rustling, Mr. Paula!? Even if it's only a small difference, there's a second chance..."

"Look, we don't have time for this! Write it, write it!

"Don't rush! Oh, come on! I'll be the manager!

"What!? No, what a waste to me! Then to Mr. Magda......!

"... Magda also wrote as store manager"

"Huh!?

It looks like a sign of daily gratitude, Magda and Loretta, eventually wrote Ginette's name on the ballot paper.

"After all, there has to be a store manager in Yangdu Pavilion, so a vote for the store manager is best!

"... the store manager is Magda's goal. This vote is also a vote for the future self"

"Oh no... I don't..."

Hilarious, Ginette looks at me.

............... what the heck.

"... and vote, I'm going"

"Oh, wait, Mr. Store Manager! I'm coming with you."

"... and Magda"

Loretta, Magda, following Ginette to the polling station.

Magda stops in front of me and glances up at me.

"... the general thrust of the Yangdu Pavilion"

Just say it and walk away without asking my answer or anything.

... make up your mind, don't do it. Damn.

Thus, when each had finished voting, now the servants of Ricardo's Hall began the work of invoicing on the spot in a long line.

"It's an important tournament hosted by Dear Ricardo. Make sure you don't tolerate a minute's mistake!

"" "" Ha!

As always, you're a hot, bitter vertical society.

But those servants, Estella and I are not less handy than this paycheck.

I guess I'm just eating my age and that butler is a good leader.

Even though the top is stupid.

Thus, the voting forms sorted by the sorting squad are counted by the measuring squad.

One shape after another that seemed to play the role of a 'positive' letter was drawn…, and the invoicing work was finally completed.

Deacon writes down the results of the vote communicated on paper.

When I heard the results, the deacon's eyelids opened only slightly. I guess he was an unexpected person.

And when the sky was completely dark, the grand prix of the most honorable 'Miss Nice Yan' was announced today.

Ricardo, the chairman of the jury, with the paper he received from the butler and standing in the center of the stage - left dressed as a woman and quit...... puppy!

"Don't laugh, Oba! We're in the middle of a sacred closing ceremony!

Womenswear lord with lipstick-dyed mouth wide open and aroused.

Why don't you start working in that outfit tomorrow? You look great. Never cute, though!

"Kohon...... Ah, today we present the most brilliant, 'Miss Nice Yan' Grand Prix in this venue"

Until now, I've thrown a round at a woman on the Steering Committee, and that's exactly the last award Ricardo seems to announce.

Ricardo's low voice dissolves and disappears in the blowing wind. Everyone waited with a nervous face for the next word.

"The flourishing, 'Miss Nice Yan' Grand Prix is -"

Slowly, take it between rushes, and then Ricardo reads out the name of the Grand Prix.

"District 42 - Sister Bertina!

... to?

"To?"

There was a leak of unreliable voices next to me.

The Lord of the Voice, whoever it may be, is that Sister Bertina.

"Huh!? Oh, you know, I, I didn't enter anywhere, did I?

"It doesn't matter. The voter's condition is' the woman who was in this room today '. Many of those who are here today chose to be the Grand Prix. This is the result of a fair review."

"Yes, no, but..."

Bertina will see my face as she asks for help.

So, you said it first?

'Being as beautiful as Bertina is something you don't get too close to the stage because sometimes votes get together to win even if you haven't entered'.

... I didn't think that would really happen.

"What do you want me to do?

"It's a corner, get it."

"But... you've all worked hard for this day, and I'm sorry that I didn't do anything..."

"But Sister. A lot of people here chose you, didn't they? Aren't you also sorry to put that on your sleeve?

"I can't believe you put it on your sleeve......!?

To Ginette's point, Bertina shows her troubled face.

"But... in an award like mine or something..."

I guess this isn't lighting up.

If you're just not sure and confused about yourself, it's possible to push your back "Confidence"...... Bertina is different.

I guess you're weirdly obsessed, even though nobody cares about that.

There's one way to keep Bertina quiet when this happens.

"Ricardo. What's the side award?

It's 100 kilograms of warcraft meat.

"... Huh!?

Bertina's ears moved perfectly.

If you're at the Yangdu Pavilion, you'll receive Kellogg like you gave him back his palm, "Then I'll have it," but it just doesn't seem like a big tournament will give you a lot of determination.

For example, Operation Making You Resolve Part 2.

"Ginette cooked the meat of the Warcraft, I'd love to eat it."

"Heh? Oh, right. I want to cook lots of warcraft meat too!

"Yes, yes! I want to eat too!

"... Magda, I like the meat of the Warcraft for a price"

Bertina blew out in the wake of such a razor-sharp obsession.

"Dull. Right. It must be delicious, if you're cooking Ginette."

"Ugh," he shakes his shoulder and wipes his eyes tears after a glimpse of laughter.

You forgot how to breathe with that trick alone, a few men fell to the ground.

This is a convincing grand prix.

"Now, as you cross the line... I ask you to be discreet"

A applause of blessings arose from the venue on a beautiful elf who smiled with her eyes leaving traces of tears.

It's what Magda was joking about...

Maybe Bertina should stay in the hall early.

That beauty is no longer cheesy, like having received the love of the Spirit God all by himself.

It's recklessness that equates to beating Medora with an arm wrestle.

"So can I get a word from Miss Nice Yan?

"Huh? Right......... then"

He does not rise on the altar, stretches his spine on the spot and speaks to all those on whom Bertina is on the spot with a clear voice that passes well.

"I think your hearts are so beautiful and wonderful working together to make something happen. Do not focus on winning or losing, praise, honor, and respect each other, and find your own beauty in all of you. In that, you might be able to make a tour of your like-minded friend. You may meet an irreplaceable rival. I hope this is where this place will be blessed with all kinds of encounters and triggers"

Finish your speech without precipitation and give these words with a neat smile at the end.

"Your smile today was very nice."

A place where nice smiles come together.

If this street could be a place like that - nice, huh?

The applause just broke, and the honor of the first generation, Miss Nice Yan, is honored.

The next announced 'Miss Nice Yan' quasi-grand prix was some sort of prediction-osina.

Yeah.

The men of District 41 seem to like adult, inclusive, tender-looking women.

The muscular swelling men, who work side by side with danger in one of their bodies, seemed hungry for healing and sweetness.

I guess I can make a lot of money if I even make an earring cafe.

While I've always come up with such a little ambition, the frenzied miscon put the curtain down.

"" "" "It's just, well, the Yangdu Pavilion!" ""

From the bottom of my heart, those words leaked out.

I'm tired... I'm really tired today.

I'm supposed to have done nothing compared to previous events, but today's is the most tiring.

After all, mental damage must be hard to tolerate.

"Come on, gentlemen! What would you like to eat?

"No, take a break, Ginette..."

"Yes, Mr. Yashillo and the others must rest."

No, you too...

Oh, forget it.

Cooking makes HP heal. You're an unusual creature, aren't you?

"In the meantime, if you take a bite, you won't wake up for about six months. Give Becco some dangerous food"

"Stop it, Mr. Yashiro! Even a joke is too dangerous!

Haha, you're not kidding, are you?

Because I went to bury it in the wetlands. How much is it?

"I'll be fine. Don't give up on someone without Mr. Yashiro's permission. It's a complete hobby, so it's not worth the money, it's not a product."

"Really... too bad"

Ginette drips all the time.

I hope this gives you up.

"It won't be a product............ Ha! Yes, Mr. Yashiro! Isn't this the turn of the garbage collection guild?!?

"I miss you again. You pulled it out!?

Drive the most dangerous Ginette into the kitchen right now.

It would be nice to keep it completely isolated from Becco for a while.

"But I'm glad I didn't ask for a big shelf"

Loretta, who was raving about making the awards total numbness and sloppily arranging the trophies, finally seemed to see reality.

"Two shelves will suffice."

"I don't decorate my share."

One's enough!

"Why not!?

"... the feat of my fellow men is the feat of everyone in the Yangdu Pavilion"

"There's no clerk in this store for 'Yashiroko'!

Who decorates, such an abomination!

I'll give it to you tomorrow.

"Yashiro. If you want to come, I'll give you mine."

"No, keep yours decorated, quasi 'misstylish', puppy"

"Oh, thank you very much, 'Yashiroko'!

... Konnya.

"Ah, but you wanted me, too. I won't say luxury at this time. Anything prize-winning."

"I guess I can't help it. They didn't choose you."

"Good luck again, huh? Rotten."

"Mmmm..."

What I got was a quasi "Miss Stylish" Estella, a quasi "Miss Cook" Norma, and a quasi "Miss Energetic Daughter" Paula, "Miss Muscle" Marsha, a "Miss Cute" Magda. And it's just Bertina from Miss Nice Yan.

Bertina, who returned with the children of the church, and Barbara, who returned first when she laid Theresa to sleep. Wendy left with Cylon.

He won't be attending a fatigue party at the Yangdu Pavilion around here.

Ginette, Loretta, Natalia, Millie, Delia, Regina and Neferry are the ones I haven't gotten in the face of being here right now.

Well, I don't need to skip the Magdas because I got them...

"Was everything okay? No, it's like a souvenir, isn't it?

"I'm glad to hear that... somehow, I wanted proof that I was cute today."

"That's right. Okay, I'll do this."

It's not insurance...

In the unlikely event that only one person gets anything - something I've prepared for you once thinking about that seems to help.

Remove the small souvenir from the bag of leather kept on the floor and give it to them.

"Brother...... what is this?

"Miss Contest Yang Deception Pavilion Cup Participation Award"

It's a five-hundred yen ball size commemorative pin batch inspired by the winged sun.

It expresses the warmth of the sun and the infinite possibilities of wings to the future.

"I'm the judge chairman of a small miscon, though."

"Your brother is the jury chairman's award, did I get this!? Ha! I did it! I'm so happy!

Grasp the little souvenir with both hands and exaggerate and lift it high.

Too small to decorate, a small prize.

"Wait a minute, brother! This says' Grand Prix '!?

Ah.

Speaking of which, did you create some sort of fine division and turn it all into a grand prix?

Nevertheless, at best it is a child deceiving award to that extent such as "Good luck and Award" or "The letter is beautiful and Award".

"I got my brother a grand prix! I got a choice! Yay!

... so don't shake it over like that.

Too much whispering, and on the contrary, I'm getting a little embarrassed.

"Oh, well... I thought you were also the one who didn't get anything"

"So you have your share too!?

"Miri's, too?

"Oh, for once. But it's really a big deal..."

"Yay!

"Yikes!

Even Millie in Delia squeaks with her hands up as if Loretta had been infected.

Is that enough banzai for you?

"Well, a souvenir."

And when I tried to take the pin batch out of the leather bag, I said, "Wow!" All the while, he grabbed the hem of his clothes. Strong.

……

Looking back, Magda was staring up at me.

The opposite of grabbing my clothes, hold the 'Miscuit' claw.

……

Don't even think about throwing it away if you're wrong. For such a shitty pin batch.

... Damn.

Bad for Delia and Millie, but let me put you a little behind me.

"Magda."

……

"Well, I'm the host of Miss Conn, so I have nothing to do with Miss Conn in District 41."

……

"So it doesn't affect our judging in any way that we're winning awards over there or not"

"... then"

"It's impossible for our Magda to leak out of the prize."

It makes a little difference in my treatment with Loretta, but... I wouldn't have been able to help but make such a crying face.

Be respectful with one beard and attach the pin badge to Magda's cape.

The hole is...... well, you should delude it later. It's a small hole.

"It's the 'Miss Billboard Daughter' Grand Prix. Congratulations."

"... yes"

Pin the pin batch attached to yourself with your finger, read the letter, and pinch your tail.

"... Mmm-hmm"

Seems satisfied and above all.

"Yashiro is too sweet for Magda."

"Dull. That's where Mr. Terumi is, isn't it?

"Oh, no."

Magda laid the lid on the table and began to turn around as she twirled.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Decorate it, huh?

"... Magda is the sign daughter of the Yangdu Pavilion. No, the pinnacle of the billboard daughter world"

Well, it sounds like fun and more than anything.

"Yashiro! What about you?

"Ho, Delia"

"Yep... Put it on like a magda... I want it, huh?

Delia...... where did you learn, such a bruised boss.

Did someone teach you during the Miss Con prep period...... that's dangerous, Miss Con. I think I'll make it obsolete next year.

"Then I present a batch of Grand Prix"

"Aha! Something tickles me."

You reminded me from myself.

... so I guess I have to get to all of them after this, this flow.

"We're gonna make a bit of a hole, huh?

"Fine!"

That's right.

"Delia is Miss Reliable Sister."

"What!? Not strong or muscular!? Oh, is that what you're gonna do!?

"You're taking good care of the kids, aren't you? I'm counting on you too."

"Oh dear! You'll be able to rely on more!

I thought Delia might like that word, but didn't she take it off for now?

I'll have to put in some 'cute' elements next.

"Bye, Millie"

"Ooh, ooh!... hehe, I can stay."

He's shyly leaning down and loosening his mouth.

After all, Millie is' cute ', even if the garter belt is looking flirty.

"Millie is Miss Forest Fairy."

"Ha ha. Ugh. Miri, I love the woods."

"Let's go to the woods together again"

"Ugh!"

... I don't have to wonder if it was a bit cheap, but when the image solidified, the change was not advantageous.

I'm relieved you're happy.

"So Ria, show me"

"Oh, my God, he's so cute!"

And Delia and I started playing.

Even though the physique difference is about double different, the mental age seems to be about the same. The smile is very similar.

"Mm-hmm! A, you have one in Atashi, don't you?

"Whoa. I need a hole in my clothes, so will you take it off?

You got it.

"Mr. Norma, it's a stop! Too bad about my daughter lately!?

Even though Loretta stopped me again.

I can't help it, so I drill holes in clothes that look expensive.

"Norma's a Miss Healing System."

"Yes, healing......!? That's surprising again... when you're with a rat, does it heal you?

"Don't calm down, next to Norma"

"Oh well, no... uhhhh"

People find it nice to be praised for unexpected things.

I thought they were gonna say "Miss Marshmallows" or "Miss Yawawawawawawa Tits".

Because seriously, if it's Hekon... it's an award I thought about. No such thing this time.

"I thought they were gonna say" Miss Marshmallows "or" Miss Yawawawawawa Tits "."

I said, "If you like it, I'll change it."

"Yikes! I like this one! I'll take care of it."

You seem to like it. Above all.

"Paula."

"Yes!

A tense faceted Paula over the production of "Miss Energetic Daughter".

Just take it easy.

"It's just that Paula's prize wore a little over there."

"Huh? How are you doing with my daughter?

"Oops. It's Miss Fluffy Tail."

"You're not wearing it!?

'Cause he said he had a high tail score even in the judging over there!

"Already,... Yashiro is a tail, too fond"

That's because it's mundane.

"It's Paula's trademark. When he's shaking well, Paula's feeling better today."

"Don't look too much where it moves unconsciously anymore.... but yeah, well... what the heck do they like about the trademark... hehe"

Paula's tail, which grips the pin batch, starts to shake with the momentum that makes Kochi Kosako .

Oh, jolly jolly jolly jolly.

"Neferry."

"I've been waiting.... I don't know."

Neferry peeking at the pelo and tongue.

I wanted to award "Miss Eighties"... because I can't pass it on.

"Neferry is a Miss Stylish Girl."

"Win an award in style!? Wow! Glad to hear it!

The most stylish thing about me is Neferry.

The anklet I taught Norma as an example of a product, I also got it and wore it at some point.

"If a man embodies a random delusion that 'girls want this to happen,' he'll be like a neferry."

"Huh!? Oh, that's... the ideal girl, you mean?

"General theory."

He works well, takes care of family and friends, rushes to me in trouble, and then is sensitive to stylish, cute things, fashion and easy to understand emotional changes.

The tricks and anger also look cute because they are like the first-born of Showa and have no malice.

It's a rarity that seems to make animated heroines live.... unless even your face is a hen.

"Oh, thanks, you know. I'll take care of this!

Just a rush, Neferry.

Oh, but you can't jump out. Right, you want to have dinner.

"Next..."

"It's a wasp!

It sounds like Imelda is the one who breaks in before you call her.

Imelda would be praised in many places, so it's hard...

"Imelda is' Miss Elegant '"

"That's a gorgeous award for a wasp."

"I honestly think your strength, no matter how weak you are, to be able to wield your temperament, is amazing. But don't overdo it."

"Heh.................."

I hold Javier down every time of the event and he looks like he's making a lively noise, but I still feel like his thoughts on his mother make up the majority of Imelda's mind. You'll be wearing your mother's costume on Halloween.

Yet it worries me occasionally because I have the strength not to show any loneliness.

So I wanted to at least admit that kind of strength.

"……… I will come back to share my thoughts at a later date"

Imelda bites her back teeth and lowers backwards with a top-down.

No, I don't think that's enough to cry...

"Well, Regina next"

"Wait a minute. Take off all your clothes."

"Who took it off!?

"Gaia said," Take it off. "

"Oh, you're horny, Gaia"

It's Gaia. Who is it?

"What are we going to do? [Self-regulation] If I were to get in, yeah."

"Unfortunately, it's a little from my mouth... See for yourself."

"What the hell!? How about [self-regulating] Homma!? Kannon."

As I say, read the letters engraved on the pin batch I put on.

"Uh..." Miss Mercy "?... Huh? Myself, this is a mistake, huh? Is this Manager Han's or Sister Han's?

"No, it's yours"

Love doesn't seem like a word to me, Regina.

"We've been helped many times by you. That, too, at a price almost like free. Seriously, sometimes it was free."

"No, it's... you know, when I'm talking sick, they say," If you do it, do it, do it. "

"I never complained about it, and even when I was alone, I'd been making pills. To help someone."

"No, let it be, it's..."

"I think you deserve it, though?" Miss Mercy ""

"Ugh..........................."

Grasp the pin batch tightly, hold your mouth, and feed my shoulder the mighty binta.

"Ah, already! What!? Seriously, yourself! Not really, Homma!

Pfft! And he turns that way and moves all the way to Sumiko on the floor.

You're a heck of a guy to the way it lights up, he is.

"... oh dear"

He just whined like that, and he came over.

You're welcome.

"Marsha's a Miss Scallop."

"Mmm! If I'm not kidding, I'm gonna cry."

It's a joke.

"Yes, go ahead." Miss Blue Ocean ""

"Wow! That's kind of cool ~"

A sea creature who loves land.

Marsha is the most beautiful creature in the ocean I know. I have nothing to do with awarding Marsha a 'Miss Blue Ocean'.

Besides, would you be happy to get the word 'sea' in? Looks like they recognized the ocean and themselves.

"Ugh, heh, heh."

The light nose song was such a beautiful melody, it was insured, but I was glad I made these.

"Natalia."

"Yes, I have the lady's share."

"Don't say anything unsolicited! Yashiro, you know that, right?

I know.

Natalia can't be awarded Miss Pepper.

"What do you think?

"How could you ask me such a question?

"Somehow."

"Really? So feel free to give me something that seems possible... is it the 'mouthpiece of missed desire'?

"What? You want 'Miss Regina'?

"You're rude to us, too!"

A scratch flies from afar. Thank you for discipline.

"You can't imagine where you can praise others if there are too many good places like this"

What a big slap, but this guy is anxious to see what he can admit to others.

Even if you have absolute confidence and pride in your work, that's not the case if you become yourself as a woman.

Because I'm not, I'm gagging you for making a confident statement.

... and I'm thinking. Because it's Natalia... the truth is inside.

"I think it's either boobs or buttocks or raw legs"

"That's a shame. I got the right answer."

Hand over the pin batch.

The holes are just hard to drill into Natalia's silk dress.

"... 'Miss Sweet Good'?

"Natalia's dramatically stretched skills over the past year."

"Really..."

Natalia whined cool.

But with great momentum, my ears are dyed red.

It seems embarrassing, it was pointed out that it is sweet.

"Na, you've got to put it on, too, Yader."

Or so much so that I can't help but delude myself.

Heh heh. I like it for what it is, Natalia's vegetable sweetness.

Fine. Let's put it on.

Then I'll put it on.

"Don't get confused and poke your milk"

"Heck."

"……… do not nibble"

"I didn't?...... hehe"

"............... already. You're mean, you are."

A bright red Natalia returns quietly as opposed to when she comes out.

With a slightly pink cheek, you seem to be distracted and eyelids closed, yeah, that's pretty cute.

"Next, then, Estella from Miss Peppa's Daughter -"

"Are you gonna cry?

"Not an attack?

"If I really cry, I think it's gonna be the best attack on you?

"How about that one?

Nothing, because Estella cried...

Heh. I'll do it right. Okay.

"Ho. Happy Grand Prix."

I'm a lord of the 42nd arrondissement, so it could have been 'Miss 42nd arrondissement', and I'm sure no one will complain, but maybe that won't please Estella.

You've been regarded as a lord, I'm sure you'll persevere. If Estella.

So I kept it a more familiar, commonplace, unmistakable name award.

"'Miss...... hard-working'?

"As a second prize, shall I even put on a Yangdu pavilion foot bump ticket?

"Haha. I'll let you quit."

Estella at work continues to make an effort not to show it to anyone.

I'm sneaking my hardships in.

I won't even try to make that snag come out of my mouth until just before I fall for real.

So, with the message that you're not trying too hard, it's 'Miss Hard Work'.

"I'm not pushing you that hard, am I?

"Well, don't you want it?

"Yeah. I'll take it.... Thanks."

Estella with a gentle grin, unpleasant.

You look like a girl.

"By the way, there's also a pin batch of 'Miss Pepper Daughter'..."

"I don't need that"

I was categorically rejected.

"Oh, that, uh, brother!

Loretta said, "Oh, my God!" He rushes over and offers a pin batch.

I thought you wanted me to wear it...

"Mine! It's not 'Miss Normal' is it!?

"... what? Was" Miss Normal "good?

"No! I was glad your brother made it serious!

No, so seriously, I made it under the assumption...

"Well, I'll put it on, come here"

"Yes!

"Loretta. Congratulations, 'Miss Moodmaker' Grand Prix"

"Yes! Me, I'm going to work harder and make the Yangdu Pavilion a bright and fun place!

Loretta's guy, he's gonna cry a little.

... If you were happy, I'm glad.

Bertina's "Miss Smile" and Barbara's "Miss Straight Line" and Teresa's "Miss Vagina" will be handed over again at a later date.

Oh, I got 'Miss Corn' for Cheryl.

... Wendy? Isn't it "Miss Theron"?

"By the way, are there Umaro and Becco too?

"I don't need it, sss!

"Awkward, too, don't hesitate"

I'm already home. Do you want to give Momat a gift even in 'Miss Forty-Two' for later harassment?

"Thank you all for waiting! Come on, let's eat!

Ginette brings in the sumptuous cuisine and "Miss Con Tired Party In Yang Deception Pavilion" opens.

The launch was very exciting, Ginette moved around busily, and Magda and Loretta moved around losing, quickly staying up late.

Delia leaves in charge of the drunken norm on the barbecue, and the quiet falls on the yang dust pavilion.

"Good luck"

Ginette, with tea on her basin, stood smiling.

"Ginette would be more tired, wouldn't she?

"No. I'm fine enough to be taught a fluffy egg omelet from now on"

"... that'll be another day"

"Well, I look forward to that day"

Heavy, heavy!

Expectations are too high!

"Shall we sit?"

"Yes."

Wait for me to take my usual seat, and Ginette puts the tea in front of me.

And then, after a fluffy smile, he lowers his back to the seat facing me.

That's what I always do, but Ginette is more stylish today than usual. Looks like we're going somewhere else.

"Fresh, this landscape is"

"Heh? Oh, right"

Said, Ginette overlooks her outfit again.

Such tricks look gorgeous too.

"I have to take care of this clothing until next year"

"No, no, no. If you're going to be out next year, get a new one."

"But it's a waste to wear it only once..."

"Well, you can wear it again and again"

"Ugh. Standing in a store in these cute clothes is just a little"

"Then..."

It's as much a choice as it takes.

present one of them.

Just one of a few choices.

"- Next time, do you want to go out with me in style?

"Huh..."

Dress differently than usual and do something different in a different place than usual.

That way it might sound like a date, but it's not something that awesome, it's proof that you can make as much as you want the chance to wear stylish.

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

I got a reply in a small voice.

I guess I have to make a plan for something more than getting a response, yeah.

Well... where shall we go?

……………… Uhm, bothering.

…………

…………

".................. Ahhh, speaking of which!

Ginette suddenly starts talking with such a tall voice that she came out of the vicinity of Tsumuji.

Oh, whoa. You should talk about something!

Yeah, communication, it's a conversation!

"Gentlemen, you were delighted. Miss Contest Yang Deception Pavilion Cup"

"Oh, well, that's all I'm glad to hear about."

"That's not all, folks. I'm sure."

Grip a hot hot water drink and peek into the tea surface without the water.

In a hot drink, Ginette's smile is shaking every bit.

"You're really good at making someone smile. Mr. Yashiro."

"I didn't mean to make it that way. I don't know, well... it's like playing by hand. I had time."

The girls are outfits, makeup. I had a relative amount of time while I was right and left looking at my hair.

You were aware of Miss Con, and the legs of the guys who always came for the cake were far away.

I mean, I had no choice but to be hippocampal. Besides, I don't like it when someone snaps into depressed air. If you had the time, the ingredients, the technology and the motivation, you'd make it, that's it.

"It's just a spare time. They were just so happy with it."

"Ugh."

Put the water down and hide your mouth with both hands.

I could see hidden lips arcing at my fingertips.

... What a laugh.

"You're bad at lying like that"

I'm not lying.

"Magda and Loretta are simple. If I give you the prize, you're gonna change the way I work from tomorrow. I'm gonna strain you about a half fold."

"Right. Both of you, 'Tomorrow I'll do my best in the morning', you're already asleep."

Magda and Loretta will be snug by now in their bed together.

We're totally back together. There are no more shadows to look at when the diet was misplaced.

"Even the Delias, right? Compliment in moderation and you'll help me again in times of trouble. I mean, an investment, this is"

"Ugh. Right"

"Right," he said, "don't look at me like that.

... Damn.

What's so much fun?

"If I were a judge, I would give Mr. Yashiro 'Miss Compassion'."

"I don't want 'Miss'"

And because I'm not sure about compassion or anything.

"Oh, speaking of which. You didn't give it to Ginette yet, Pinbatch."

"Do you have my share, too?

"... there's no way"

"Good. Otherwise, I was just thinking I was a little lonely."

That's the face when you're sure that's not true, that one.

But I said, "Don't you have mine? It's Ginette who hasn't said." Loretta would say on the spot, "I want it. I want it! ♪ That must be noisy.

"Bye, Ginette. Can you just stand there for a second?

"Yes."

Alone, there will be a small award ceremony.

"Ginette."

"Yes."

"The truth is, I was going to give it to you as a" Miss Yang "pavilion."

Neither Magda nor Loretta would pinch any objections about it.

But for the same reasons as Estella, Ginette is sure not to be pleased with it.

"But I was wondering if you didn't want to monopolize the Yang Dai Pavilion."

"Right. Nowadays, I think the Yangdu Pavilion is everyone's place."

After I say that, I hold my mouth down and laugh when I tickle.

"What's wrong with you?

"No. Mr. Yashiro is a prospect for everything, I thought."

Hmm.... I get it.

Number one in the Yangdu Pavilion. Even such a limited one, Ginette is sure not to be pleased with it.

He doesn't want to be superior or inferior.

He's like someone sad about losing before he's happy to be the best.

Together.

Just as important.

That's what Ginette prefers.

"So, Ginette"

"Yes."

After facing each other, staring at each other often and singling out Ginette's smile directly from the front, I attach a commemorative pin batch to Ginette's cape.

A pin batch of memorials in the shape of a feathered sun.

"Can I see what it says?

"Mmm..."

Pinch the pin batch worn on the cape and read the inscribed letters there Ginette.

Along with that, I'll give you a compliment too.

"Congratulations, Ginette." Miss Sun Smiles "Grand Prix"

"... Huh!?

I heard a short breathing noise.

"Ginette?"

Ginette turns to me.

"Ah, ah..."

In an instant my face stained bright red.

"Oh, man. Ginette......?

"Ah, eh, ahhh!

He slammed his hands, caressed his hair pointlessly, and turned his back curly.

"Ah, Rikoto, please... Yes, I do"

Pussy……… the hot air rises from the tweezers.

No, nothing is so illuminating... You're praising me for your smile, aren't you?

I think I've said that several times that the Yang Deception Pavilion needs a Ginette smile.

The reason why I could be so flattered by the smile now...

"Um... because the first time I met Mr. Yashiro and he complimented me, I smiled..."

That, right after we met. You must mean the words I accidentally uttered.

"Piotz Cayday"

This guy still thinks it means' nice smile '.

... Well, you can't tell the truth now.

Wow, I was so happy, and sometimes it seems like the words cheer me up...

No way is that 'Tits Big!' If I knew it meant............... I might not be sorry for my penance.

If I'd told the truth sooner, I wouldn't have had to take care of it so far............ yeah. Let's take it to the graveyard.

"So, the... so, again, that you appreciated the smile... you know, if it wasn't, it wouldn't matter at all, but if, um... if it was... what would you say..."

"Kuha......," he breathes as he pushes and spreads the tightened trachea, holding down his throat to prepare his breath.... but it doesn't look like it's succeeding.

He slowly looks back at me and looks up at me softly.

Can't breathe, tears accumulate in both eyes of Ginette, and when they lurk, they reflect the light.

My wet eyelashes tremble slightly and my moisturizing eyes look at me.

And...

"Mr. Yashiro, do you like my smile?

- What a difficult question to answer.

Oh, what?

You want me to say "I like you"? You think you can say that? You can't, in a quiet space between us at midnight like this, if you say that to Ginette, who looked bright red and nodded her eyes...... I would die better.

So you're gonna say "nothing"?

Why would I hurt you until I lied?

So.

Because I can't say anything...

"... so... what, it's not a grand prix?

Guess what!

Already, this is the limit!

You did the best you could, me!?

This will do, already!

"Is that right..."

I heard a quiet, small whisper, like the fire was out, followed by a long silence.

... Is that it?

Could I have made the wrong choice?

Such anxiety has pushed me. Exactly then.

"... I did it"

I heard a childish grunt, not from the looks of it.

I barely missed hearing it, in such a small voice.

"I'll cherish it for the rest of my life!

Ginette, who looked up all the time, had the usual dazzling smile, even though she still had redness.

"It doesn't have to be a lifetime."

"No. It's a treasure of a lifetime. I will inherit them to my children."

"It's too magnificent! Because it's not that expensive!

Only tens of millions of yen worth of treasure will be inherited...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Descendants?

Is that it?

Huh?

Ginette......

Are you willing to marry me?

Second, I was reminded of my conversation with Bertina.

It's a trivial, whichever conversation I have when I'm looking at Miscon...

Ugh! My heart hurts... Ugh!

"Mr. Yashiro."

Ginette smiles at me, who doesn't even know what it is like to pretend to be calm and suffer from mysterious heart pain in her heart.

"The majority of my smiles are made by Mr. Yashiro."

Heh, yeah.

Please, stop chasing me...

"After all, Mr. Yashiro is a genius who makes someone smile"

I thought you said you were "good" earlier and not even a genius?

"Me -"

With a gentle smile as usual.

Lie down modestly, but your eyes look straight at me.

Like nothing, as a matter of course, disguised as a casual breeze.

"I love that about Mr. Yashiro"

I say a hell of a thing.

No.

No, no.

No, no, no.

"Love" is a word that kids often use, and the more they grow up, the less they use it, so to speak, in childish expressions - for example, yeah, it resembles something like trying to "screw up," "like a ghost," "gigantes," "mammoth" and extremes the modifier to play with words - in short, it's not the kind of word that a big adult would seriously utter.

I suppose so. There is no meaning there as the word suggests, but it captures the word "likes" with a light enough meaning to be "favorable," "likeable," "something good," or "good," and it's just something that simply made it bigger.

It's the same psychology my niece nostalgic for her relatives, her uncle, who also gives me a better penny. That's the word they use when they say, "I love it".

And, look, that's it, Barbara even told me, "I love it". That's why you didn't think of anything at all, did you?

That's a word that came out because I recognized it was a convenient outcome for him, and it's synonymous with "worthy of use" if I were to rephrase it.... That's getting annoying to think about, Barbara guy...

- And it must be because I was feeling angry about Barbara, silent time went on, and I said excuses like Ginette lit up.

"Yes, no, um... when I heard Mr. Barbara say it, I wanted to say it too... oh, uh, it's called gratitude, the... honesty and..."

Oh, yeah.

Because I get it.

You want to stab the nail if it doesn't mean something profound, yeah, I know. Because I know... don't give me a bright red face in the light of when we're alone. Lighting contagious "depression".

"... Tomorrow"

Tomorrow.

Yes, tomorrow.

Whatever day it is, tomorrow will surely come.

A recurring routine.

Days of course.

Same time as usual.

Events flourish because of those casual routines.

It's a good thing it doesn't change.

I feel safe.

So do as you always do.

Undressed, uncooked, on your own as is.

In an unusual voice.

"I'll tell you what I'm gonna do with an omelet of fluffy eggs."

Let me give you a little gift.

"Yes!"

That way, a blind smile like the sun will turn this way, the same as usual.

............... Oh, my God.