Saving 80,000 Gold in an Another World for Retirement
Operation Idle Five.
"...... Ayudoro, play?"
What is Aido?
Ahh, there's no word "idle" here, so you didn't translate it...
No, of course there are words like "idol" or "something to be worshipped", but I used them in modern Japan, meaning "young popular talent", so I said "no corresponding word", so I just said "idol"...
"Well, in the language of my country, if a young singer in her teenage years has become very popular because of his enthusiasm, it will be called that. Idolatry, worship, that sort of thing.”
"" "" "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" "" "
... I don't care, I've thrown in extra fuel.
"You're a songwoman!" It's not like singing in a tavern, it's like singing in the National Conservatory..... "
"Um, an angel of our country, like Lord Rinmei, who is called" One Million Sisters "?"
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
... Akan, I can't stop you anymore...
If you speak out here, there will be an uprising... "
"You deserve it, sister..."
"Also, there is a strange lower core, and your field of vision is narrowing, right, Mitsuha..."
After explaining the situation, Sabine and Colette were stunned.
... no, I just wanted the younger kids to have fun and get to know each other, really...
"...... and that [Operation Aymus]......"
"Pea! Sabine-chan, pea!! [Operation Idol]!"
"An incredible beauty, or someone who's so cute that she can't even close her eyes..."
"That's the [Operation Eifle]!!"... you mean, was there such a DVD in our house? "
"...... So you're going to sell the unit? Or do you want to sell the pins?"
"Sabine-chan, how do you know those words?"
"If you sell as a group of adults, each personality will be buried and only recognized as a group. Isn't that the same as your current status as a [member of the society]?"
"No, that's why I know such a thing..."
"Ah! When Colette was in the hospital, when she was immersed in the Japanese residence!" At that time, I took the liberty of watching TV and watching oniichan's DVDs and Blu-ray collections!! "
... you're hiding your naughty stuff, oniichan...
"If you put everyone in one group, isn't it hard to practice?" You're all noble ladies, right? "
Oh, Colette pointed out something sharp.
"No, Sabine's no match for you, but you're really smart, Colette..."
I knew it when I studied English, Japanese, and Shinchosan along with them, and they all started speaking there...
In addition, I was showing talented people everywhere, such as during the Reversi pitch plan...
"Sure... everyone seems to be having quite a hard time with aristocratic education and dowry training..."
"Also, if we all make a group, the song and dance (dance) will have no destructive place for you, and you'll be out of company."
A blow of hate from Sabine!
"Uu, shut up!"
"Take it back..."
"Well then, we can only do it together when we act as a society, and as a 'Operation Idol', let's make it a unit of two to five to six people..." And when someone comes out who is popular and talented, I'll let him do it with a pin if he wants to..... "
Yeah, that's right.
Agreed!
Alright, let's go with that...
"Mitsuha, I have a plea from the orphanage."
Huh?
Micchan, when there are other people, such as a social tea party, they call me "Mitsuha-san", but when they're just two people, they call me "Mitsuha". I wonder if that's all you forgive me for.
... well, maybe it's because I think I'm younger.
Since the other members of the society are called "," Mitsuha-san "probably expresses intimacy as a Mitsu-chan.
... maybe that's what Micchan calls it unconsciously...
"A plea form? That's a big deal again..."
It seems that occasionally letters arrive from the orphanage to the nobility. Could you please donate or sponsor an event to collect funds...
... but when it comes to "pleadings", it's stronger than just "pleadings", and it's an image of "Please uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...
"... so, what's the content?"
"The toddler team did it at the concert, man." he asked for permission to play with the orphanage children and practice guidance..... "
”Haaaaaaaaa?”
What the hell is that supposed to mean? "What are you thinking..."
... no, wait!
Orphanage.
There are many young children.
We're always in the same place, and we have plenty of time. And if everyone is to live and eat, they will work hard for their lives.
And now, if the world presents the famous "dance of the angels" with a high degree of perfection. Clean yourself up and put on a matching cute outfit.
Instead of an event at a large store, a party of nobles would come to us with a request to perform as an object.
And naturally, in the honor of the store and the nobility, a donation of sufficient amount must be made as a thank you. I need a donation to help orphans get enough to eat...
Probably, you can live separately from the younger group.
The toddlers were noble girls. For the nobility, it is a candidate for a son's fiancé, and it can strengthen the connection with other families.
The orphanage group only appreciates the wonderful things on the spot, obtains eye benefits, and tastes the bliss of the instant.
...... If you like it for the rest of your life, maybe it's not possible to pick it up from your adopted daughter.
Well, there may be other aristocrats besides the organizers who donate to the orphanage instead of celebrating without going that far. "When the orphanage is in crisis, you think you can help me a little..."
And it reduces the burden on younger groups who are experiencing a surge in requests to appear.
As expected, from the viewpoint of preventing information leakage, Blu-ray screenings at the orphanage would be no good.
Then, let the young children console the orphanage and show you the example, or let them practice together?
Interacting with noble children and orphans?
"... Approved!!"
Huh?
Didn't you think I would accept it for two reasons? Micchan's eyes are in a dotted state.
No, I'll take this.
... delicious. Too delicious!
As a place for passion education for young children and interaction with the common people.
And as a beauty story...