The Other World Con Artist's Management Techniques

"...quiet,"

I realize once again what I have said that I have leaked.

"...it's over,"

The festival is over, and the Forty-two wards are as silent as falling asleep.

The street in front of the Yodamari-tei is deserted and no sound is heard. I just feel the faintest hint of the wind passing through.

The road leading to the church is lit by dotted bricks, which light up the dark night.

The equally spaced array of lights transformed the dark road that had been the object of fear into a fantastic road.

It's a transformative appearance that doesn't seem to be the same road.

"Mr. Jiro,"

late at night

Even though it was already quite a deep time, Jeanette was up.

He walks out of the dining room to my side looking at the street in the garden.

"Can't you sleep?"

Usually, it's time to be asleep. Jeanette, in particular, sleeps as fast as Magda.

The others will be asleep by now.

The festival was over, and the cleaning was just around the corner, when everyone went home. He must have been tired.

Estella and Loretta both said they would go home early today.

Magda seemed to have jumped into bed and slept as soon as she returned to her room.

All of the stores were selling out faster than originally planned.

All the shops were out of stock, and this festival ended ahead of schedule.

Even after the shop was over, some of the customers seemed to have walked along this fantastic, bright road, but they were all gone.

I thought the whole city had fallen asleep in silence."

Jeanette stands next to me and peeks into my face.

My heart leaps a little at such a gesture.

"Well, well... I thought it was over."

"Yasilo, you've been working hard."

"You must have been the one who worked hard."

"I was as usual,"

That's not the case.

These days they've been following me and Loretta through the hole. He moved, worked, and smiled more than anyone else.

I wouldn't even have the time to run around and rest with the uninterrupted customers today.

He couldn't even look around in spite of the lively festival going on in front of him.

... on the contrary, I might have done something bad.

I wanted to give extraordinary gifts to Jeanette, who couldn't go out, but I couldn't go to see them even though they were nearby, so I tied Jeanette to the store because of the extraordinary.

Jeanette is not on the entertaining side, but on the entertaining side all the time.

"It was fun, festival".

I'm sure you haven't said it out loud, but Jeanette tells me flatly to deny my idea.

"Have you had fun?"

"Yes, very much."

"No, but... you've been in the store for a long time, haven't you? You couldn't go around the festival."

"That's true, but..."

He swung up his corner of the mouth and gave a crumpled smile as if he couldn't control his overflowing emotions.

"It was very lively, and everyone smiled so much... it was fun!"

I call it fun when I see people who enjoy it.

Isn't this really like a fairy or angel?

"Didn't you want to see a lot of things? It's even better to hear the customers talking?"

"Uh-huh...

I couldn't make any sense of why there was a smile here.

And when I heard the meaning, I couldn't understand it.

"That's because of you, Mr. Jiro said.

What did I do?

Jeanette laughed happily and told me with glistening eyes as if a rascal had revealed his special secret.

Let's talk about what fun I've been feeling all day.

"The customer was speaking while taking a break. "The baby castella was delicious," "I want to eat another Frankfurt," "Squid-yaki becomes a habit," and "I'm captivated by Jaga butter."

After that, his eyes turned to me as if he had asked me, "Don't you understand yet?"

When I'm confused, Jeanette smiles more happily and continues with a "special" tone.

"I know all of them,"

Spread out his arms and look at the sunlit pavilion.

"Here are all the things that Mr. Jiro made for us."

Indeed, what's been mentioned just now... or, more importantly, most of the food I've put up at this festival is something I've been talking about or introducing to someone.

Every restaurant was worried about the condition that they could eat around, so I went around giving advice. Then, judging that words alone were not enough, they made a trial at Yodamari-tei.

Naturally there's a Jeanette, who eats every dish at least once.

"Just thinking 'Oh, you ate that,' 'That's delicious, isn't it?' made me feel like I went around the festival together."

"It's just my mood,"

I think it's different between knowing it as knowledge and actually looking around.

"And,"

He smiled with a smile and looked as if he had put on the most wasteful expression ever.

He has a patronizing expression, which is unusual for Jeanette, "I can't help it. I'll tell you." He looks like this, too. It's fresh.

"I walked down that road," right in the middle of the road."

"Ah..."

It's true that Jeanette is walking around the festival hall.

Slowly, slowly, slowly in the middle, unobstructed by anyone.

"The march of lights was beautiful."

"Huh!? ...oh, thank you very much."

I praised the March of Lights as beautiful, but somehow Jeanette's face turns red.

... well, Jeanette, too... beautiful, though.

Strange air is flowing.

We looked away from each other and fell into silence for a while.

It's not a reassuring silence... it's strangely tickling.

"Oh, well, I'm looking forward to tomorrow!"

Jeanette, perhaps unbearable, waved the subject.

"Oh, it's a party,"

Tomorrow we will have a party with the participants of this festival, taking the day off from the Yodamari-tei.

It's not an invitation, so I'll have my membership fee fixed.

Furthermore, since the range of participation in this festival extends to those who participated as guests, it is basically a launch that anyone can participate in.

...that is to say, it's not a holiday at all right?

Many acquaintances gather to eat at the Yodamari-tei. It's the usual thing."Take a rest once in a while and stretch your wings."

"You're off tomorrow?"

No, so... you're going to move around, aren't you?

Now I'm going to have to force him to rest somewhere else.

"Well, I enjoy working so hard, surrounded by so many different people every day."

If you say that, there's nothing you can do about it.

I can't take away your pleasure. Then with another hand......

"Are you okay with not sleeping?"

"Actually, I was sleeping a little while ago." When I went back to my room, I was conscious...

He scratched his head and gave me a clear smile.

"So I'm a little better now."

"I see,"

Then, maybe a little more... OK, right?

"Why don't you walk?"

"What?"

"Just a little... now it's reserved."

Say so, and point to the path filled with light with jaws.

Immediately, Jeanette's expression begins to shine, and she smiles so joyful that she can almost see her bursting out with joy.

"Yes! I want to walk!"

I don't think it's worth so much pleasure, but... this road will be like this forever.

"Then shall we go?"

"Yes,"

Jeanette and I leave the Yangtari-tei side by side.

Glittering bricks are placed at equal intervals on both ends of the road, reducing the light accumulated during the day to darkness at night.

As expected, the amount of light is a little down. The light will wane by dawn. Wendy and Theron seem to have arranged it to last exactly overnight.

Every morning I stroll slowly along the path I walk to deliver donations to the church.

There's nothing in it. The light is just overflowing.

That alone gave me a strange sense of exaltation as if I were in a special space.

"You're pretty".

Jeanette muttered as she approached the church.

I thought about it a little bit... ...and eventually returned safe words.

"... oh, yes,"

I can't believe there's anyone in this world who can say such a clumsy line. If you say such a thing, my heart will be shot through my nose with the same destructive force as a wave gun.

For the sake of world peace, I can't say such a thing.

"It's a little... chilly."

As expected, I have already taken off my yukata and become a casual dress, but it is still cold at night.

There was a lot of enthusiasm during the day because of the crowd... the climate in this city is really hard to read.

Should I have put on one of my jackets?

Looking at Jeanette, she was rubbing her hands together to warm her fingertips.

...... it's cold, right?

It's cold, right?

"Well, now..."

"What?"

Yeah. It's cold.

I'm cold, too.

In particular, the thin blood vessels of the fingertips make it difficult for body temperature to escape and warm up.

However, when I cool my fingertips, the coldness of the outside air permeates my body... well, I don't think it's good.

That's why it's always better to warm your fingertips.

That's why...

"Hand......... Is there no connection?"

"What...?"

"Oh, no! See... it's cold, you know...?"

"...yes,"

A little embarrassed and shy, Jeanette quietly puts out her right hand.

"Thank you very much,"

With that word, my heart began to rage to the point where I feared it.

"Oh, this is me...!"

He uttered an incomprehensible word, and I put out my hand... ...and I can't get it... ...Why? Fork dance! Remember folk dance! Hold hands! Hold hands! Hold hands! ...oh, I'm a little excited about folk dance... ...but! Jeanette doesn't do that! Rather, she's the kind of person who's going to "quick" me back! ...I don't know because I've never tried it before.

"Mr. Jiro?"

"Oh, no. I don't like it... ...when you do this all the time... don't get nervous."

`--?!?'

As soon as Jeanette turns away, her right hand is left as it is, and she begins to fiddle with her bangs with her empty left hand.

"Well, when you say that... even more... I'm embarrassed."

"Oh, I see... ...that's bad."

That's right.

Jeanette is embarrassed, too.

This kind of thing should be connected in a way that is simple, casual and natural, with the man leading the way.

......ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"I'll connect you!"

"What!? Oh, yes! ...please."

I can't do it anymore, so I'll go all at once, depending on the momentum.

It's no time to worry about your appearance.

Yes, it's a life crisis caused by hypothermia. This is a life‐saving measure. Just as artificial respiration is not erotic, there can be no evil feeling in holding hands here now.

Artificial respiration won't be a crime to put your tongue in. Then I'll just hold hands!

Yes! I'll connect you!Closing my eyelids was so uncool that I bit my back teeth and took Jeanette's hand.

......so soft.

"... oh... it's warm, it's warm.

"Oh, really? ... well, I'm glad..."

Covering Jeanette's fingers with her hands, she walks back in line.

Oh, that's strange. I can't see the light path that came into my view until a moment ago... where am I walking now? It's strangely fluffy...

Then we walked silently for a while and found ourselves on the edge of the road.

It's the west end. Here's a branch of the Woodman Guild and a street gate.

This road will then be a road for more people to cross.

"There's a street gate here,"

"Oh, Magda's work will be easier and the number of people will increase considerably. You'll be busier and busier at the Yodamari-tei."

"What?"

a startled Jeanette

Oh, really? Didn't you say that?

"This road connecting the main street and the main street is an important one. How many times more people are coming and going than they are now... No, dozens of times more. Then many guests will come to the Yodamari-tei, which faces the road."

"Mr. Yashiro, no way... and that's why you want to attract the town gates and the Woodman Guild?"

"Well... well... we'd better do a good business." for me, too."

「…………」

I was somehow embarrassed and didn't turn to Jeanette. So I didn't know what Jeanette was thinking or looking like at the time.

But it's certain that Jeanette's hand, holding my hand, was filled with force.

"...thank you,"

It might be a miracle that I didn't miss a little murmur that was about to be drowned out by the wind.

I'm glad. You're pleased.

Then they begin to walk side by side along the light-lit streets in silence.

This time I can see more around than before.

You can hear footsteps rattling on the soil.

"There are still some shops left,"

"Huh? Oh, my. That's right. We'll clean up tomorrow. It's better to be bright. It's dangerous in the dark."

But he is still a little nervous, strangely eloquent, not like me.

Is it a hand?

I wonder if the hand is the cause.

Come on, why are you so puffy? I wash my hands every day.

Ah... I want to make it more plump.

Oh, my gosh!

...but of course it was impossible.

It's frustrating that I can't get pissed off even though I'm touching it.

It's supposed to be easier to touch than Magda's ear... Why?

"It's almost over."

The church comes into view and Jeanette says something like that.

...that's it, eh?

It seems strange to make another round trip. I have tomorrow, and I have to go to bed...

It's kind of sad to leave me alone.

"I was happy to be able to walk with Jiro... but I felt a little sad about this."

knit one's eyebrows and look troubled

"I really wanted to eat and walk a little bit."

It's different from self-deprecation, it's different from resignation, and you're about to get a little spoiled smile.

You... your face is cowardly, isn't it? I wonder if I'll make something for you now... Oh, that's right.

"Then there's a good one,"

During the day, I saw the almost uninterrupted Yodamari-tei, and bought it just in case.

...I've had a sad experience before.

"It's cold... ...but I'll do this."

I'll give you a piece of food wrapped in paper from my bag.

Jeanette releases her hand and receives it with both hands.

oh, my hands are off......

"Open it, can I?"

She looks at me with excited eyes.

Is food more interesting than hands? He is a gluttonous eater.

"Go ahead,"

"Yes,"

With my permission, Jeanette opens the paper wrapper.

"Oh!"

It's Jeanette's favorite food.

"Imagawa-yaki,"

so

This is Imagawa-yaki, a shop Estella used to buy.

Estella had invited them to attend the festival.

The other day, I ate up more than half of the test. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

That's why I bought it, including compensation.

"Well, actually, I... love this Imagawa-yaki."

"I know. You like it, don't you? I told you that before."

"... did you remember that?"

Well, remembering the other person's taste and taste perfectly is a must-have technique for a swindler.

Therefore, I understand most of Jeanette.

"I'll treat you to a warm dinner next time, so please put up with it this time."

"I can't believe it's patience..."

Perhaps impressed, Jeanette wouldn't eat Imagawa-yaki while staring at it.You don't like it that much, do you?

"...I'm glad."

The word was uttered with a sharp bite.

I like it so much... Is that so?

If you are so happy with Imagawa-yaki, you should take him on a trip.

I'm sure this guy will jump around in delight and delight whenever he encounters scenery, souvenirs, or food he's never seen.

...and I'd like to take a look at it.

"Well, why don't we take the plunge and go on a trip.

"Travel...?"

"Oh, if you touch a different place, you'll see a wider field of vision, and you'll find new things."

Japan's food culture has developed more than anything else by actively incorporating new encounters with new things.

We should make the most of our new perspectives while respecting tradition.

"Well... Mr. Magda, Mr. Loretta, and my sisters would be able to open a shop."

......what?

"If you would like me to go, I'd like to go." With Mr. Jillo."

......when are you two going on a trip?

I said it with the intention of "all together." . . . . .

"But if that happens... um... hold hands again."

`--?!?'

"Well... there's something stinky about me... ...when I get lost in a strange city... ...because I'm in trouble."

"Oh... oh, yes... I see." Lost children, yes, they're in trouble..."

I wonder if Jeanette regretted letting go of his hand... his right hand was moving a little sadly.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Oh, you know!"

Jeanette also makes a strange noise, wondering if she is under mysterious tension. We seem to have tried to change the subject.

I don't mind taking advantage of it.

... because tension sometimes kills people.

"May I have Imagawa-yaki?"

"Oh, oh, oh! Eat! Eating around is a festival etiquette."

"Yes, then... you know?"

He stopped trying to bite into Imagawa-yaki.

Jeanette is leaning her head slightly at me.

"Don't you have anything for Yashiro?"

"Oh, mine is..."

I was very full when I bought this.

That's why I had no intention of buying my share.

"To eat alone..."

"No, just eat it. I bought it for you."

"But......... oh, yes!"

"I've got a very good idea," says Jeanette, turning to me with a smile of sympathy.

Then, he raised Imagawa-yaki to an eye level and said the following.

"Here is Imagawa-yaki. and now you'll do it half way with me."

Hey, this is...

Despite me being confused, Jeanette continues to smile.

"But you should eat more than I do."

This is the test I gave Jeanette before.

I taught him firsthand how easily Jeanette was fooled.

Are you going to give it back to me?

"I will divide it in half and hand over the one chosen by Mr. Jiro. Is that all right?"

Perhaps from the time I was fooled by this, I've always wanted someone to do it.

But... what do you do with me? To the person who set it up.

Well, it's fun to take advantage of Jeanette's play.

"Oh, that's all right,"

"Well, I'll split it in half."

After saying so, Jeanette cuts Imagawa-yaki in half. The size became uneven, and the right side became larger.

"Yes. Which one?"

I'll hold out two hands with Imagawa ware.

If I pick the bigger one and give it a bite, I won't be able to meet the requirement to eat more than Jeanette.

...this is kind of nostalgic.

"Then I think I'll take the bigger one,"

I point to the bigger one on the right, thinking it's a great service.

Then Jeanette smiled happily and nibbled at the bigger one, "Slap!"

Genette masticates and masticates with a flabby expression.

Then, the Imagawa-yaki, which was offered before me, had a clear tooth profile of Jeanette.

............you like it? I ate this...is it okay?

"It's a pity, Mr. Jiro," Now, eat the smaller one."

Jeanette with a smile like, "Great prank!" ...but.........

"...is that all right?"

"What?"

"When I eat this... ...you put your mouth on it, didn't you? In other words, if I eat it...that's what I call it..."

It's kind of like... a little erotic.

"...huh!? Huh! Oh, no, no! Huh! ...wait a minute!"

Jeanette might have noticed it, but as soon as she did, she panicked and quickly dyed her face red.

"No, but before I didn't care..."What!? What do I do!? In front of people...That sort of thing.........?

If I were a wake-up reporter for a hidden show, I would have said it without hesitation. That's because it's a regular part of that's why.

Well, his name is Indirect Kiss -- Indirect Kiss."Oh, my God! My God! My God! I'm a little drooling... ...I can't have Mr. Jiro eat it.

Perhaps quite a bit of a temper tantrum, Jeanette threw the other half of the Imagawa-yaki which she had just bitten herself into her mouth.

"Yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum y

You may have noticed, but you should remind them of this.

"Non-performance of the terms... my failure to win."

"Ah.........I'm here."

For some reason or other, we won again.

Well, it's true.........

My life's gone now.

Jeanette...

That's a foul.........

I'm sure that's cute, but... d*mn it!

My life was zero and I was so tired that I couldn't get to sleep that day.