The Other World Con Artist's Management Techniques

"This scenery......I've seen it before."

"What? Really?"

an old dilapidated house

The atmosphere around us is heavy and the sky, either mindless or dim.

No... obviously only the area around the building looks dimmer and duller than the others.

The wind rustles, and vibrations to the eardrums go straight down the spine, shivering.

There was nothing unusual about it. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

--you see what I hope you understand.

"In my hometown, stories about places like this are popular with some people... especially in hot seasons."

"Yasilo, isn't that a ghost story?"

"Well, my hero. It's true that I'm lonely, but there's no such story here. It's just my family living there."

Even if you said that...

This place is obviously a psychic spot, and I even feel like I've seen it on TV. That's how 'likely' it is.

For example, in the window of that abandoned house...

"...what!"

Looking at the window, my whole body stiffened and my brain stopped functioning.

Out of the window.........a woman with long hair is staring at me with a "zhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!?"

"Yasilo! What's wrong with you?"

`You see what I'm saying now!'

"Heroes, are you sure!"

"Yes, let go, Seron! There's a demon living here!"

"No, it's my family, Hero!"

"But, oh, oh, look over there! A woman in that window!"

he said, pointing his finger at me, and looking at me.

`It's gone, wow!'

Of course!

It was a ghost after all!

Because it's gone!

I took my eyes off this moment!

"Yasilo, please calm down.

`Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

"Don't say 'milk' or 'milk'".

"Can you calm down! Then you came out!"

"You're milking me?"

`She's always milking, except Estella!'

"Oh, my God!"

"Let's calm down, everyone! Take a deep breath, hero!"

Wendy screams to take the place.

...then

"How dare you come back, Wendy?"

Behind Wendy stood the ghost of a woman who had just been looking out of the window.

I cried out, "Oh!?" and quit.

What's this? He's alive, isn't he?

She was quite an old woman, with a distinct line of wrinkles on her face that made her think, "You always look stern."

There are two antennae on the head. that means the Insects . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."

"... Mom,"

Wendy muttered in a low voice and looked back slowly.

As you can imagine, this ghost appears to be Wendy's mother. …but…

"There's no reason for a man who left home to call him "mother." You are no longer the daughter of Atashi. What sort of a man's possession will it be? Will you not come here again, the shame of the family?"

"... again, so...."

Wendy's hair floated up... and--

Bubble, Bubble, bubble!

--and a violent spark broke outburst.

"Wendy, calm down! Take a deep breath!"

I'll return what Wendy told me earlier to her words.

"Huh... I'm sorry." Again, I'm so excited...."

The sight of my face calmed her down a little, and the spark subsided.

I'm glad to hear that. At that rate, I could have shocked my mother.

"What the heck is she! She's got such a bad constitution because she's got to do with human beings!"

`--?!?'

Wendy's body begins to glow again.

Then there's a little spark, which grows bigger and bigger in proportion to the waves of emotion.

"Oh, that doesn't matter.

"Oh, it doesn't matter! It doesn't matter if you're used well by humans and you're thrown away in due course! So go home right away.

`That's not the case, I'm telling you that my constitution has nothing to do with human affairs!'

"I don't care! You've been crazy since you started to lose your temper with a man called Nantoka! Most of you are being taken advantage of by sweet words!"

"That's not the kind of man Theron is!"

There's been a tremendous spark that makes me wonder if lightning continues to fall to the same point.

If there was a fictional existence like thunder, it would be like this.

"Huh! How many of you think there are people who have been deceived like that! You're one of them!"

Without a moment's fear of the golden super Wendy, Wendy's mother shouts loudly. Then the gaze turned to us.

"Oh, my God! Bring so many people... Did you think that if you hit the numbers, they would shake!? That's too bad! He's not afraid of humans! He can't do what he says!"Like being at your beck and call, pushing by numbers, or not scary... I think he's getting something wrong.

No, I'm sure you've got it wrong...

`If you think you can do it at your beck and call, you're very mistaken!'

"Subline"?

When I looked at Estella, she gave me an uncomfortable.

He looks as if he's going to say, "I thought you'd ask me."

So I don't listen to it now.

I'll ask for a detailed explanation later.

Is this what Cabriel called 'disgraceful and rude'?"

"Hey,"

Wendy's mother approached us with hostile eyes.

"That handsome man,"

"What?"

"It's not you, it's the man!"

"You've got a good face.

`That's why it's not you!'

"You're being rude to a hero!"

Wendy's spark gets even more intense.

"Then do you say that that one is better-looking?"

「…………」

Wendy's spark calms down.

... oh my gosh!

"Ah, Mr. Jiro. You shouldn't worry too much about whether you look good or bad, because it depends largely on your preference."

"Yes, Jillo. Personality can be an advantage."

"Come on, come on. Come on, yourself." You say, 'Handsome gets tired of it in three days, but funny faces get used to it in three days.'

"Because you're all unfollowed!"

The other two are out of the question, and Jeanette is not denying the theory that Theron is more handsome than I am. It's just a story that says, "There's a chance that we can win if the ring is different."

That's an excuse for him not to win. What a loser barks!

-- well, I don't mean to challenge Theron to a face-to-face contest.

"Well... and what do you want of me?"

Modestly, the 'good-looking man' takes a step forward.

...heck!

"Are you this girl's partner?"

"Well, yes! I have a good relationship with Wendy,"

"Hmm! You'll have a 'favourite' relationship with me."

"Mother!"

Wendy's spark adds to the intensity.

It's more widespread than ever, and it's about to attack its mother.

Sparks like lightning extend like tentacles toward the mother.

...what?　

This is...

"If I say any more bad things about Theron, I'll never forgive him!"

"Don't forgive me! Man is never going to marry a subline properly! My mistress is bound to be treated like a slave! Even the subspecies of the Swan tribe have been treated like that!? But it is insane to trust man!"

"The geese of the Aegehans are... certainly... but it has nothing to do with Theron!"

"Human beings are all the same! They look down on the sub-human, prey on the sub-species, and consider the sub-line slaves!"

"Mother!"

"Don't call me 'mother'! You're already someone else'

Wendy's sparks gain momentum and paint the world out.

On the other hand, Wendy's mother was spewing something of a mist.

Like mushrooms spores, something whitish is scattered all around.

Then the mist splashes against Wendy's sparks.

... well. I guess so.

"That's it! Calm down, you two."

I cut myself between Wendy and her mother, glaring at each other at close range.

"Oh, hero... ...but,"

"All right. Calm down once."

"...."

"Theron,"

"Yes, yes!"

"Take Wendy out of my sight,"

"Yes!"

A feud with Theron would be the best way to calm the excited Wendy.

But don't do it where I can see it. I'm going to burn it. With sparks.

"Ah, my hero... I'm not really..."

"Don't worry. Leave this to me."

"...yes,"

a disgruntled Wendy But you don't have to complain to me.

You're making me feel bad.

I don't remember doing anything that would have been done to that extent, but...

So, at least. I'd like to settle the matter in a circle.

"Atsashi has no obligation to listen to human beings."

For the time being, the tone of the voice has been suppressed, despite continuing to express discomfort.

I don't think he wants to break up with his daughter.

Like Wendy, she probably wants to reconcile if she can. It's just that I have no intention of compromising or conceding my opinion.

"Why don't we just talk calmly?""……a cup of tea is served, too. I won't invite you to my house. If you're standing here talking, you can take some time."

Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well...

"I'm a good mom".

"I don't want you to call me 'mother'! I'm scared!"

"Well, then, Obasan said.

"Atashi will be fifteen years old forever!"

Wow, I miss you.

I was told the same thing the first time I met Wendy...her genes.

I glanced at her, and she was looking away desperately.

Yeah. He seems to be conscious.

"Then may I have your name?"

"There's no name for you!"

What are you going to do?

I don't think I should call her a "lady"?

"My mother's name is Valeria."

"Wendy! Don't teach yourself! I wish you'd call me a "lady!"

You wanted me to call you...

You've guessed right. You know what I'm talking about, aren't. I'm not happy at all.

"My father is Chibo,"

"Oh, thank you for your information. Let's talk to Theron a little and calm down."

"...yes,"

I said, discontentedly Wendy followed.

Theron takes me back a little along the way I came. ......are you going to go to the flower garden and drink nectar together?...oh my gosh.

"Well, I understand why Wendy didn't want to invite us here."

"You didn't want me to see this parent,"

Estella seems to have read that, but it's probably a little off the mark.

Wendy probably didn't want to show us this parent, she didn't want to show herself arguing with this parent.

And I was reluctant to meet this parent because I was sure they would argue.

As proof, he didn't refuse to leave us here.

I mean, I'm expecting even the slightest bit.

I hope that we will persuade these stubborn parents.

...you were right, weren't you?

He seems to have got into trouble.

"For now, it's a suggestion. When you talk to Wendy in the future, you'd better be as calm as possible."

I'll give you some advice before I talk. It's dangerous to heat up any longer.

But...

"Calm down! This wouldn't have happened without your human involvement! Is it someone else's business to keep her so strange?"

...that constitution is the result of my concentration in research, and I think it is wrong to blame me... well, that research has brightened up the nights of the Forty-Second Ward, and I think it is a stranger's business, considering that we are greatly saved."

"That's why I'm advising them to calm down because of their constitution."

"That's not the reason you tell me!"

"If you don't, you'll lose everything." My house, my own life... my daughter's life."

"--huh!? Hmmm. Threatened? You finally showed your true colors! That's why humans...!"

"No, that's why. You're saying it's advice. This is a big problem that you cannot avoid because of your constitution, and the disaster that is expected will surely happen in the near future."

In a serious tone, Wendy's mother Valeria took her breath away.

He seems to have begun to feel the gravity of the matter little by little.

She's a bit passionate and short-sighted, but I think it's worth noting that the timing of her change of complexion was "daughter's life."

This is proof that you don't hate your daughter, either.

There seems to be room for doing something about it.

"Well, it's more proof than argument. Regina, will you spare me some sparks?"

"Huh? What in the world... Oh, I don't know."

Perhaps she noticed what I was trying to do, Regina nodded after a little thought.

You must have guessed from this situation.

This building looks out of step and dull compared to the surroundings with Wendy's unusually sparkling light. And Valeria spouts foggy things, depending on her feelings.

My idea is just a guess, but I think it's pretty much right.

If you make a mistake after verification, you can say, "You're wrong, you're wrong."

It's much better to be a little ashamed than to leave the danger unattended.

That's why it's a verification.

Leave the fire to Regina.

Please. Don't be too fashionable, but make sure you give me a decent amount of flashy and impactful food.

Regina puts a little spark on my fingertips with a small wooden spoon.

It's about the amount of green seaweed on your fingertips after eating the seaweed chips. Is this all right?　

"Stand back a little,"

"What are you going to do?"

"It's all right. Stand back and watch."

Unlike Estella and Jeanette, who voluntarily dropped in anticipation of the situation, they alert Valeria to the situation.

Then, as Regina did at the parlour, I rubbed my fingers against the sparks.

and--

Blow! Blow! Bubble Bubble!

--the flames went up, and hundreds more sparks flew about.

There were screams here and there, and I myself was a little frightened by more fires than I had imagined.

... Regina, isn't it the wrong fire?

But there seems to be no fire to the concerned building or burns to the human body.The genius pharmacist seemed to see just how little damage was caused by his eyes.

...you could have done a little better.

"...I didn't think it would be so flashy."

"Isn't it just as you intended!"

"I'm scared..."

"No, I'm afraid you've given me the right amount without a chance of winning."

If I hadn't done well, I would have been the arsonist.

Well, honestly, when I saw the amount of powder, I thought, "Oh, this is it? Can I have a little more?" If I had adjusted the amount myself, I might have blown around here.

"What are you going to do!? It's dangerous!"

Valeria barks at the look of an ogre.

Yes, it's dangerous.

"If we had heated up the quarrel between mother and daughter, it would have been a disaster."

My heart beats faster than I imagined, but I explain the situation to Valeria.

"This is the result of a preliminary simulation of an inevitable accident caused by your parent's constitution. If you don't want to be like this, you shouldn't get angry when you talk to your daughter."

"What are you talking about?"

Perhaps the sparks earlier were quite scary, Valeria asks quietly to keep her excitement under control.

Yeah. I know. I was scared to the point where I was going to bite.

I almost fell in line with the happy Shion Estella. in danger

"This is the spark I saw earlier,"

I pointed into the air.

Valeria staring hard at me. But he looked suspicious, wondering if he could find anything.

"There's nothing, isn't there? Are you making fun of me!?"

a loud Valeria At the same time, a mist comes out of Valeria's body.

"That's it, that's it,"

"Is that it?"

Closer to Valeria, who bends her eyebrows, I gently touch her shoulder.

"What are you going to do!"

Valeria, showing off her vigilance, pushes back vigorously by the shoulder touched by me.

Wow, you're scared.

"That's it,"

I'll show you the glittering powder on your fingertips to calm you down.

powder attached to my fingertips That's...

"It's scales,"

Wendy and Valeria, members of the Yamayuga tribe, are predisposed to squirt scales all over their bodies when their emotions grow.

Wendy may have been able to see the light as the glowing powder on the surface of her body was placed on the scales and away from her body.

and even more emotionally, the light was heating up and igniting and sparking these flammable scales.

I don't know whether the heat of the light is due to powder or to Wendy's temperature rise.Seeing sparks flying in response to sparks, we can infer that they are not mistaken.

In any case, the temperature of this spark is about the same as that of a "wake-up futon."

And the dullness of this area may be caused by its scales.

It's the home of this irritable Valeria. At every opportunity, the scales that erupted out of the air would float into the air and eventually spread to the point where they would-be sunlight.

If we had a mother-daughter fight there... all the scales would catch fire and burn up the house and the two of us in the whirlpool.

I told him the danger in advance.

Wendy was too concerned about showing these things, and if she didn't do well, she would be very careful to explain them later.

Wendy's usual proof is that it's all right? If you don't get angry, you'll have no problematic.

In short, if these parents and children were reconciled, such a great councillor wouldn't happen.

"Will you listen?"

"...hmmm...hmm. That's not necessary, is it? If I never see her again, that catastrophe wouldn't happen, would it?"

"Is that all right?"

"………………It doesn't matter to you, does it?"

Valeria turned her back on me, spitting her out.

"Go home," for I don't mean to welcome you."

Say so and head home.

He has nothing to say in his attitude is that he has nothing to say.

"Do you want to start again, Jillo?"

She gently approaches me and Estella asks me in a low voice.

Start over, or...

Certainly, we'd better gather a lot of information before we talk.

Especially about the "Asians," "Subspecies," and "Subline."

"Balleria".

As she spoke to her distant back, Valeria paused and, seconds later, tilted her neck slightly.

"...who are you going to give you permission to call you away?" What a rude fellow!"

hear a voice without heat

He seems angry, dumbfounded... in a tone that is hard to understand.

If I can't call him away...

"Baleria".

"Why did you choose chanzuke, Jiro?"

An irrelevant estella plunges in.

He'll stick to something when he's around. Do you care? Don't you have dog-like elements?

"Sansuke is normal, isn't it?"

"'Balleria tan'?"

`Mr.!'

"...are you making fun of me, boys?"

Valeria, who had only slightly pointed her neck, had turned completely toward her.

……………………… Oh, yes. in line with the plan

"Sansuke or Mendouxae." Valeria is fine, isn't it?"

"... well, men are always pushy."

"You're more reliable than a makeshift hypocrite?"

"Well said......what's your name?"

"It's Jillo,""Yasilo.........?" You shouldn't be so silly because I'll remember you well. He's going to spread bad publicity all his life."

"If it's not a fabrication, do as you please." And what should I call you?"

"………………Do as you please."

Valeria broke.

This is a step forward.

Just knowing you're not rejecting everything, I think you've had a good harvest this time.

"By the way,"

"Who is Babaah!"

You can call me whatever you want! What a liar!? He reversed his opinion in five seconds!

"Balleria, we are going to hold Wendy's wedding in the 42nd leg. Think of it as a ceremony and a party to celebrate their start."

"...hmm,"

I guess he's interested in the story of not leaving, despite his refusal.

People in this world can't think of a ceremony to celebrate their daughter's marriage.

"I want Wendy's parents to attend the wedding, too." Of course, to congratulate you."

convey one's original purpose here

If you state your purpose, it will be easier to bring it to the next story.

If you look at me, you'll think, "You're here to talk about the wedding, aren't you?"

At least they should understand that they have no intention of harming the Insects by pressure.

"I don't think I can do it right now, but I'll let you go again and again until you shake your head."

"Stop it. It's a waste of time."

"I'll decide if it's useless,"

"Then I'll tell you once and for all! No! It's not worth celebrating. It's just a slave contract, isn't it?"

Valeria's face is distorted.

That expression must be his real intention.

I mean, I don't like this.

That my pretty daughter would be enslaved by a hateful human being.

It's easy to talk about, then.

You can get rid of this man's stiff prejudices and assumptions.

I think we'll have to make a few round trips, though.

...should I rent a carriage somewhere?"

Javier, don't you give me a horse?"

"Go home anyway," and I hope you will never come again."

Valeria turns her heel and waves her hand firmly.

"All right. I'll be back again."

"What's "OK"? You don't know at all!"

Valeria raises her voice with her back turned. However, the scales have not erupted.

That's the answer.

"'I hope you don't come again if possible' is interpreted in our world to mean 'I don't want to admit it honestly, but I want you to force me to change my mind.'"

"...you had a world of your own accord." I'm sure it's a world full of selfish, unintelligent people like you."

"Oh, yes," So I can save you, too."

"Not to mention Atashi..."

"I'll be back again,"

speak slowly and clearly in a calm voice

I guess that's why I understand.

Valeria paused for a moment before sighing:

"………………Do as you please."

Valeria is convincing.

Hearing what I said, I was convinced of course, I was convinced.

"Then shall we start over?"

Valeria won't move with her back on her.

If we don't leave, we won't be able to move on.

I grasped the current situation. There was also a harvest.

Then it would be a good idea to start over.

That's what I thought, and when I looked back... ...there was a pervert.

「…………」

「…………」

a moth…but…

There was a giant moth that exceeded my height.

It has a completely moth head and two to four large feathers on its back. and a man of the Yamayuga tribe, who has the distinctive large insect buttocks -- to be exact, the belly.

but both arms and feet, and from the waist to the chest and neck.

There is a moth's head on top of a relatively muscular upper body, and its buttocks projecting like insects, from which the legs of a cyclist grow.

So far, I might have managed to convince myself that I was an insect. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Perhaps his wings and hips got in the way, and he couldn't get dressed...

The upper part of the body is naked and the lower part of the body wears black tights up to the thigh.

The lower abdomen is integrated with the bug's buttocks, so it's a relief that you can't see the part that gets stuck in the broadcast code... ...no, it's almost a naked pervert tightsman.

"Oh, man! What'said he.

No, no, this is the one I want to scream!

"You!"

When I saw such a perverted tightsman (moth), Valeria came running like crazy and splashed the perverted tightsman (moth) with scales.

"It hurts!" (Scale powder "Boo!")

"Where have you been wandering around so far?" (Scale powder "Boo!")

"Oh, no, toward the flower garden... Ouch, Ouch! Don't pull your antennae, Car!" (Scale powder "Boo!")

"You're so noisy! How many Atashi...! Oh, my God! I'm not going to eat today!" (Scale: "Doboo!")

"Oh!? Give me a break, Car-chan!" (Scale and tears "Doboo!")Valeria tramps down a fallen pervert tightsman (moth) mercilessly.

Large quantities of scales erupt from the two of them, filling their vision with gray.

Smog or...

Judging from the conversation, that perverted tightsman (moth) is Wendy's father, Chibo.

Good for you, Wendy. unlike one's father I hope that gene has died out in the generation of its parents.

`If you use sparks now, you can bake them all together.'

"Take care of yourself, Regina," I beg you, as a lord, to be serious."

Estella smiles bitterly at moths and their wives who scatter scales without self-esteem.

Well, I guess you don't understand Regina's feelings. If possible, I guess they have the same desire to do so.

"Mr. Jiro..."

Jeanette looks troubled by the huge quarrel between husband and wife.

He's flustered and asks me what to do.

"Leave me alone." That's that, and that's one of the forms of a married couple."

"Is that so?"

Hey, Jeanette. Take a good look.

Valeria's face is red and a little tearful, right?

Ale expresses her anger at her husband, who was not around at the time of anxiety, and at the same time, she was relieved to see him.

It's proof of a deep relationship of trust.

It's like a "Oh, f*ck!" kind of joke.

I'm just leaning toward violence in my long married life.

"A quarrel between husband and wife is no match for a dog." Let's turn back once."

Let's take everyone back to the flower garden.

It's all over again.

When we hear the hysterical screams of a woman and the desperate screams of a man, we turn back the way we came.

When I lost the sound of a noisy quarrel between my husband and wife, Jeanette called me out as if she had made up her mind.

"Oh, you know..."

A little downcast and anxious eyes were looking up at my face.

Slowing down to Jeanette's stride, Jeanette hesitantly opens her mouth.

"...will you two be present?"

The question is, can Wendy and her parents make up?

It's the most worrisome thing, the thing we're trying to accomplish.

So, I don't know what's going on, but I'm going to talk about a single solution.

"Of course,"

Otherwise, I'll be in trouble, and if I'm in trouble, I'll do my best to improve the situation.

"That's how you "do" it. from now on."

"...Yes. That's the case."

I don't know what the future holds.

Then you can guide them to the future they want.

That's all I's to it.

If you don't know if that's going to happen, I'll make it happen.

I've done it all my life.

Naturally, I'm going to do it again this time.

"Let's have a big wedding, shall we? what?"

grin one's eyes at

Smiles spread across the faces of the people walking side by side around me.

"Yes, I'll do my best."

"Well, I'd like to see a big wedding, too.

Finally, he turns his eyes to Jeanette and says, "What?" with a big push.

It finally clears Jeanette's face of anxiety.

"Yes, let's do our best."

Jeanette's face, smiling as usual, still felt the warmth of the sun.

Shortly afterwards, we flew back to the flower garden.