A Mid-level (Middle-aged) Office Worker’s Laid-Back Industrial Revolution in Another World

Takeo looks at Enma for a moment and nods, and Enma nods too.

"Originally the Bertes will be the ones who worked in agriculture in the Elf Country... but there seems to have been an extra bend until they reached the arena.

So let's feel a little like a slave... and from now on it will be a little story.

Gentlemen, you may meditate on your eyes.

Let me work my imagination.

King Azpar and William when Takeo urges them. Most of the other major bureau directors and aristocratic council sides also meditate their eyes below Speaker Clark.

Takeo takes a deep breath and talks.

"... one day, a very common dinner with no weirdness whatsoever.

Bread in warm soup. And talk about farming today and farming tomorrow.

Parents, brother and sister. Might not be wealthy. But tomorrow's food is not enough trouble.

Today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... the same days go on.

I think about tomorrow's work that day and she's going to bed.

When you wake up, it's the Great Sea Plains.

If you look around you, the people with earthy complexions are seated narrowly.

"Why? Why? 'Extremely confusing.

If you look next door, my mother... across the street, my sister, brother and father are sitting dressed up.

My sister, my brother, my mother, my father are confused... I don't know. I have no idea what's going on right now.

I slept in a warm bed until yesterday. I was drinking warm soup until yesterday.

This in front of me... what?

It was something drooling that was given to them. Something that just simmers.

If you don't eat... if you don't eat, you die.

Saying so... swallow subtle things that have no flavor or texture whatsoever.

... This is a slave ship... and I know what's going on... and I'm not feeling anything.

A few days stand, and those who are sick in the sea are cast aside.

... big or small... the disease must not spread.

be seated extensively. Bring something tasteless to your mouth.

I can't get sick. Don't be.

You can't be dumped in the Great Sea Plains.

I got to the big city.

The ship is unloaded in turn.

and I can see someone watching from a little further away.

But I don't care. I don't even care...

They're all in one row, even though they're drooling... and my father and brother are like separate rows.

Enter the cabin.

What is this place... they tell me to take my clothes off.

Everything... underwear, hair decorations, everything...

And a hole in the body called a hole (...) is examined.

By the end of the test, nothing was emotional.

Both my sister and I were 'first class' and my mother was' second class'.

be taken to the stage.

Nothing in particular. Nothing is said. I can just see.

They gave me clothes.

Just a cloth.... 1 piece of cloth.

It's cold. I wore it from my head.

He was collared and taken to one of the rooms.

There were fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters.

I get a little emotional back.

"Ah. I saw everyone.

But neither my father nor my mother will raise their faces.

I'm crying.

I don't know anything.

I can see that there is a lord in the room.

I can throw a vile look at my filthy voice.

I figured out what was going to happen.

The lord of the room moves, the aim is like a sister.

Neither I, nor my brother, nor my mother, nor my father can move.

It is held down by different people from behind.

Don't lay your hands on my sister! Stop it!

I sue.

The lord of the room leans closer to his sister with a nasty laugh, not caring.

No! No sister!

I flee from the hands of those who, as far as I can, put my strength into my feet and hold them down, and I go out in front of my sister.

For a moment the lord of the room seems surprised.

But when you grab my arm without paying much attention, you throw it into bed unconstitutionally.

I resist as much as I can, but I get thrown in bed.

and the man comes covered.

Speaking dirty language, they rip off the cloth they're wearing.

I do my best to resist. Get off me! Stop it!

But they're breaking in without power.

Ouch! Stop! Retreat! Ouch! No! No! No!

He breaks in over and over again... he's no match for calling, no one can help him.

Whatever you say, you won't listen to me. I can't do anything.

She looks in the mirror beside the bed.

There was a crying human woman (...) and an inferior laugh (...) moving oak (...).

Takeo stops talking and looks around the conference hall.

No one makes noises in the conference hall.

Some had opened their eyes and gazed at Takeo; some had wept from one eye; and some had a distressed expression and leaned over.

"... Chancellor Orcott.

Let's take a little break.

"Yes... right.

10 minutes... no, I'll take a 15-minute break.

Ring the bell in 10 minutes.

Until then, you may be at your disposal.

Orcott is telling everyone.

Orcott himself had red eyes.

Takeo bows his head gently toward the front and heads under the Enmas.

"... gussssssssss..."

Enma was crying.

"Enma. Why do you cry?

A gentle embrace when Takeo gives in.

"... thank you. Thank you.

He expresses his gratitude as Enma clings to Takeo.

"... you endured well. But it's only half (...). I don't cry. I don't cry.

Takeo gently slaps Pom Pom and Back.

"... Director.

I hear a low voice coming from next to Enma.

Takeo was trying not to notice.

Brooke sitting next to Enma.

... Yep. The truth is, I've noticed it since I was in the middle of the conversation.

There's a lot of killing going on up there.

If you don't notice with this, the person is God.

"... it's a story.

Turn to Brooke with a smile that Takeo couldn't shake as he stroked Enma's head with his shaky hands.

"... what? What are you talking about?

Brooke was clean.

"... is it not?

"Yeah. Director. May I return to Second Intelligence Squad?

Brooke tells me with a scary eye.

Takeo understands, "You're going to assassinate me!".

"... it would be decided no.

Here. Bring Mr. Enma and wash his face.

Follette... "

Takeo is surprised to see Follett here.

It was a waste of killing... "No. You must know what's going on!" and twitchy.