Transition to Another World, Landmines Included

This elf - whose name is Aella - has apparently been in the culinary repair business for quite some time in a big city far from here.

The aim was to have my own shop, but with my culinary skills in training, I didn't save a lot of money, and even more in the city, the land is expensive and it's hard to buy a store.

So, when you had some money put together, you moved into the city of Lafan in the country a little bit and bought this store?

That said, the building itself was not a restaurant, so it needed to be renovated in order to actually be open, and a meeting with the carpenter was held in a nearby cafeteria.

It is all the culprits, self-proclaimed 'consultants', who come out here.

The person who was listening to the meeting at the side "Buckwheat" table suddenly wondered if she had come into the conversation, and Aela couldn't do it.

This way, oh well, this way it will work, I said a lot, and I've created a plan for this store right now.

If it were normal, I wouldn't have listened to anyone who suddenly interrupted the conversation, but that seemed like a great plan for some reason at the time, and Aela ordered it as she was told, despite the fact that it greatly exceeded her initial budget.

The self-proclaimed consultant then receives a small sum from Aela in the name of the 'consultancy fee' and gives her appearance.

After a while Aela calmed down, bluer that she had spent more money than she expected, but there was nothing she could do about it than already place an order.

I had no choice but to start operating three days before the shop was finished, but a complete idle bird.

It seems that I was the first customer to come where there were no customers at all and I was desperate.

"... I did spend too much money, but with my cooking arm, I thought I could handle it. But when I actually started selling, there were no customers in at all... Wow, what's wrong with me?

You couldn't stand it while we were talking, or there was a little puddle in front of Mr. Aela, who leaned down.

Both ears of the little Aela hang down to him, and the puffy tremor strangely invites him to seek refuge.

"I only heard the story, so now you'll excuse me."

And I'm not a livestock, so I twist my missing head.

If you dare mention her bad, it's that you've been in a self-proclaimed consultant's truck... this is too suspicious, isn't it?

This store structure is a little out of common sense in this world.

The interior of a 'normal' store in a way.

The situation where Mr. Aela listened to 'why'.

- Is your classmate involved?

I feel like this is what happens when you have some kind of skill that makes you listen, but with amateur knowledge, you plan without thinking about any common sense in this world.

Delicious food, cheap prices, beautiful exterior and interior.

Furthermore, in front of this store, the location itself is not bad, as many people commute to nearby government facilities.

If we do well, we'll also be able to capture the demand for lunch.

If it's the original world, a situation that can thrive enough.

But this is a different world. There is no way that the common sense of the original world can pass as it is.

Honestly, there's not enough room for us to help others, but I don't feel half guilty about how Aela is doing now when I think her classmates might be involved.

I don't have any responsibility for myself, but it's my hometown for once.

It feels the same way that I feel sorry for the news that the Japanese did something stupid and annoyed me abroad.

Fortunately, I think I can afford it in time...

"Got it. Aela, I can help you out a little if you want."

"What!? But... me, I don't have any more money... and I can't even thank you"

Aela looking at me with her face up like a surprise, but looking away like she's in trouble along the way.

"No, no, I think we can handle this with little money?

"Really!?"

I rush Aela to get her face closer to me. I snort.

"Ugh, yeah. You don't have to thank me. You don't sleep well enough to abandon your own kind."

Don't be thrilled if your lovely elf presses you.

I'm not immune.

Is Hulka... out of bounds? The contents, it's Halka.

"But for once I want to ask my buddies for their opinions, can I come back tomorrow?

"Yes! Waiting for you! Please, thank you!

That's how I promised Aela, desperately bowing her head, that I would come and leave the store behind.

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"- That happened."

Back at the inn for dinner time, when I told them what had happened today, everyone listened with a nod and Hulka said a word to Potsuri.

"I mean, Nao's been nagging."

"Didn't you!? That was a bit of a good storytelling event, like helping people in need!?"

Damn, what were you listening to?

Extra-cardiac.

"I mean, no lower heart at all," he said?

"... of course"

"" "" Gilty "" "

The voices of all were hammered.

"No, no, no, no. Well, he was a pretty girl, huh? I thought you wanted to be friends more than just break up like this. This is the first real estate elf I've ever met? But, you know, the bottom line, huh? That's what it's like, huh?

"Nao, that's enough! That's enough! You can end this now! - I'm just digging a grave."

Toya puts her hand on her shoulder and says that to me in a hurry to line up the words.

Graves and all that, no?

You just really wanted to make acquaintance, didn't you?

"So?"

Is something cold, Mr. Hulka?

Misunderstood!

But all I'm saying is talk fast, I moved my jaw so much that I forgave the excuse - and the detailed explanation.

"I'm the only one who can skew opinions, so I need someone from the women."

"... yeah, that's not bad. I can't get my hands off you, and Yuki and Natsuki, please?

Hey, you feeling a little better? I don't know why... but, okay.

There are roughly guidelines for making backpacks, so if you proceed with the work after dinner, they will add a piece.

The rest of the work is just completing the model paper and going to teach Mr. Diola, so this one is fine with just Hulka.

"I don't mind. Coffee shops and lorriel elves, I'm interested."

"The same goes for me. If your classmate bothered you, I'd like to help you somehow."

"Oh, we're both Thankful. I wanted a female gaze, so it's pretty helpful"

I had some concerns and suggestions for improvement in mind, but the same level of knowledge - no, if there are two people with more knowledge than me, I'd be pretty comfortable.

"I should have a piece in a couple of days, so that's not a problem for you."

"... I'll try to figure it out"

It would be difficult to improve immediately, but if I could put it on the edge of it, it would be your word.

You don't have to go until you make money, because if you get to a level that doesn't result in a deficit, you'll be able to improve management in the long term span.

"Yeah. Because we have our main business, too. What was Toya doing today?

"Is that me? I was a little concerned about Tommy, so I got my hands on you."

"Tommy, you mean Young Forest, right? Did you become a dwarf?

"Wow, I was wondering if you could help me if I was working seriously."

Toya, you take good care of yourself.

He's not a bad guy, so I wouldn't object to helping him if he could afford it...

"When I say help, what can I do?

"Tommy had [Blacksmith's Talent] in [Blacksmith Lv.3], plus [Muscle Enhancement Lv.2], right? I think if I could be a blacksmith, I would normally succeed. Of course, you'll need to learn a lot about common sense in this world. The question is, can you disciple, Mr. Gantz, who we're looking after?

"Oh, of the usual weapons store"

I've been looking after Toya's wooden sword since the first time I bought it, Mr. Gantz, the arms dealer.

It's seemingly unfathomable, but when we talk through it to some extent, he's a pretty good person.

"I was wondering if you could introduce me to Mr. Gantz if he seemed serious without rotting."

"How'd it go?

"You've been working hard on your gutted system. I have muscle strength, and it seemed to depend on me, but it's only day 3, and I plan to see how things go in about one more day"

"Huh, it seemed like something I couldn't count on, but did you decide to be ready?

A little bit, I think I had an image of an MMO production job.

The reality is that there is no blacksmith for anyone, and convenient tools like portable blacksmith sets don't exist - no, I don't know if not, but at least I don't get them easily.

And first of all, the world of craftsmen is not sweet enough for the unidentified to easily apprentice.

"Sure, we started shopping and talking somewhat, but would Mr. Gantz allow his apprenticeship?

"It may be difficult, but even if I don't go until the trump card... I have an idea about the role card."

"The role tag...... somehow I know what you're trying to say. So, what's that?

"That's... if it goes well, let it go. If I fail, I'm ashamed."

"I'm still good, but don't bother Tommy, okay? Even he works for a living."

"I know. Be careful."

Uh-huh, I'm quite concerned about that 'role card', shall we give up?

"So the schedule from tomorrow, I'm the backpack, Toya's Tommy, and the other three are in charge of Loriel Elves, right?

"I'd like to differ with Loriel, but that's what I'm talking about."

"Yeah, in dismissal. Well, let's do our best tomorrow. Welcome."

"" Welcome ""

My hopes were dismissed as flowing, and we all finished our meals.