Jui-san no Oshigoto in Isekai

"Nah, you've all gone outside. I don't have a job to do because everyone else moves, so let's just pack up and spend some time."

After dropping everyone off, Windmill was sighing at his desk when he returned to the mansion's private room thinking about the big job ahead.

Next to the desk - there's a pile of gifts that I told you I didn't need, but I was forced to push them, because there was space there poorly.

Luxury liquor, for example. Others are said to be rare, telescopes gathering copies of the latest technology here, silverware and ceramic utensils handled by celebrities, etc.

When I get to the weird part, some of my papers are put together by young researchers from academic guilds.

I didn't have time to get my hands on it even though I thought I'd have to sort it out one day, and when I let it go, my desk swelled up to an amount that was going to exceed it already, so I couldn't ignore it.

Similar to a pile of luggage right after we moved out. I'm not motivated to go ahead with that. It was too spiritually spicy to clean this up by myself.

So he threw his gaze at me and tried to speak to Liz, who was sleeping in bed.

"Hey, Liz. Can you help me clean up?

"Ha, what did I find out"

"Er..."

It's been a long time since I've heard from you.

She repeated grudgingly, biting her teeth with remorse, "Glenn... Glenn..." slapping the pillow that stood out to him.

In her plans, she was supposed to wave a refreshing tae-knife in front of a youngster group that would wander on the first stage, with a gaze of envy and longing all over her back.

As a result of that being turned down, it is the end of what we are rolling around here today with nothing more to do. I no longer know whose bed it is.

Still a cheap desire, or a needless obstinacy. As for the wind, it was difficult to comment.

"Can you help me change my mood anyway?

"Why should I do that? By and large, Singo is indecisive. If you want me to work, you just have to tell the tools to do it. Slaves aren't allowed to be sweet like that."

And the wind gaze decided that Glenn would have told me something similar and I couldn't argue with it.

I guess she knew she'd be nursed through it, too. The word also remained buried in his face in the pillow to avoid being given a poor gaze.

"Besides, I guess you're a rare holiday. It's your job to rest because your surroundings made it on purpose. Don't be lazy at work."

"Nah, that's a weird thing to say, but sure... Well, that's a chase, too. If it wasn't for the holidays, we wouldn't be able to sort this out."

"That's a hassle."

He wants me to help him because he's in trouble.

"I say no. I'm not in the mood for that."

She covered her head with a pillow and apologized for the visit.

There's a saying that I want to borrow a cat's hand too, but did a dog like this entrust his wishes to a cat because he can't guess from the start?

The wind sighs at that look, which is unlikely to move for free.

"Then if you like anything, you can take it. Huh?"

I walked over to her, who never showed any signs of moving, and told her so.

Then the dog's ears reacted perfectly even though he was turning away to ignore it deliberately. She is shaking perfectly in the gap between the pillows.

When she looks straight at her face, she sees the wind on the side, plus a pile of offerings beyond its shoulders. These eyes only admitted that it included alcohol and such.

"Look, let's just finish up and get some rest"

……

I pulled my dripping arm and tried to get him up and he didn't resist. Even though I said "I can't help it," only the tail is starting to react slightly. I guess this is what I mean. It's an emotional barometer that's as easy to understand as ever.

Picking up two or three bottles of liquor at the beginning, she was doing a sommelier impersonation by making her nose squeal over the cork.

"Still, there's a lot of booze you don't even see in those stores. Wouldn't Singo just line these up and open a store?

"You have to take care of what others get, and you can't sell it. And I can throw it away for a long time, so it accumulates."

That's what I tried to say, but from her, I can turn a jito eye.

To a meaningful gaze: "What?" When I asked her, "she said, seemingly releasing something.

"Hmm. Is this what this is all about?

That's as wrapped as a moving cardboard. The wind saw managed to receive it even though it was threatening to drop it.

There is no contents already.

But the sender's name is still sticky.

The sender of this is the slaver Colt. Thank you for your patience. I will send you something that Kazumi can help you manage your slavery - that was it.

The boy didn't look good, and the goods were merchandise, the things, the slaves were also suddenly obnoxious.

When it comes to slave management, he definitely thinks of it as something to help tailor people as tools and dolls.

If you look at Liz with a bad feeling, it still is.

"You have a bad taste in keeping these things too. Were you going to use it?

Liz's lifting was supposed to be an adult toy. Whether it's an Isogyn Chak demon or some kind of tentacle.

She was flashing her gaze at it and even at the wind.

"Yes, do it, because I don't mean to......!?

"I guess. I wonder if it was Quina. Either way, how little could be called your slave? You said you couldn't get rid of it before you used it?

"I don't have plans for that. No!

She just looked cold with half eyes and threw it behind her back when it looked like it.

On the day that caught Chloe's eye, the wind was rushing to retrieve it because it was going to be a mayhem, good or bad.

and in the meantime Liz was spreading another thing in her hand again.

Now it was a garter belt of fabric so thin that the other side seemed clear. She said she looked frightened again - and throw it on the other side of the line earlier to annoy the wind.

"Here, here. You again......!

"I don't know. Don't leave anything out of trouble to show or make me use it."

"No......! It's not my fault. Besides, I guess this stuff is sneaky good for someone to enjoy, so I can't say it's bad......!

"... Hentai"

"Me and my tools are innocent!

"Okay, I'll rephrase it. You skanky bastard."

"Ku......! Normal men are sketchy......!

What was worthless to Liz was treated differently.

Not to mention a set of gifts from Colt, including pots and plates. If so, it was the end of throwing them away.

I can't catch and go around with the head sliding. Windmill also confiscated what was in his new hands when he caught Liz early.

"Enough...... I knew you'd stay still..."

"Say that and Singo won't be dumped anything anyway, will he? Look, there's no way some of this stuff is going to happen."

The next thing you can lift is a robe with elaborate embroidery of gold, etc.

It is close to the ancient ethnic costumes, and is recognized in modern times as a light and formal outfit. If you say it in Japan, it is a kimono-like substitute, but it is heavy as twelve monologues, and when the wind gaze wears it, it makes them look like they are wearing two feathers, so I have never worn it.

But aside from not wearing it, Liz still wasn't fit to grab it out of the box and scatter it.

If it doesn't work, I'm gonna say no, I'm gonna be tight.

Then she turned to look like a pain in the ass.

"... Singo told me to help."

"I said what I said, but there are limits"

She's a disgruntled face who gives me a glimpse of what I found out.

But she thought it was barren to argue any further. Here's what I said when I took one of the Colt gifts I had at hand.

"Yes, yes, that's enough. I got it. Then I won't give a shit anymore. Look, I'm gonna take advantage of what you call an innocent tool."

It was the handcuffs that Kashichan and she quickly put on both wrists. I told her with my gaze that I was satisfied with this, and she sits straight on the couch.

Nevertheless, Colt would have to preach for an hour on what kind of hobby he thought would help with this kind of thing.

And Liz kept telling me to hurry up while the wind was holding my head.

The windscape, which I thought was going to be complained about again even if it took forever to dispose of, was divided for now into something that could and could not be practical, and the latter was turned into a warehouse.

Maybe I should really sell and even add to my nostalgia, like Liz said.

In the end, the wind saw that the products were sorted and transported alone.

Finishing the luggage move, a breathtaking wind sight returns to the room,

"Slow"

That's a terrible welcome.

Still handcuffed, she couldn't even sleep in bed and sat on the couch in a grumpy mood. The chain of handcuffs that can be lifted off quickly is making a noise.

"Huh...? I don't know any keys, do I?

As for the wind, I just have trouble being asked to do that. The room is completely clean, and most importantly, I don't remember seeing any keys.

"That can't be right. I already packed every box and took it."

"No, he said there was still nothing like that. I don't see any key holes...?

……

I can make all the metal noises. That can be seen on the surface or behind... Surely, as he said, I can't find anything that looks like a keyhole.

Liz, who was trying to say something, also had to calm her breath and stare at the cuffs with this.

The handcuffs seem sturdy on top of being sturdy, as if there were no plans to unlock them from the beginning. Both the wind and Liz thought so the more they saw it.

He had no choice but to scratch his head in trouble, no matter what he looked at.