Akuyaku Reijou ni Nanka Narimasen. Watashi wa『Futsuu』no Koushaku Reijou desu!

Someone's office was brought in by two idiots. Obviously it looks nervous… the lord in the glassy Afghanhound-like room was frustrated. This guy must be at work, and it would be annoying...

Still, I wonder if semi-veterinarization is the defo in this country. They're all walking on two legs. I hardly see anyone in a humanized state. I'm just a doggie, but maybe this is the ideal moff paradise.

If you're not paranoid like that, Moff, you two idiots talked about it.

"I'll admit the power, but not just the king's, the power!

"That's right! So next time, show your intelligence!

"Intelligence? Uh, what do you do? I mean, I don't want to be a king." So it's the smartest dang and computational battle in this country!

"Dand, get your job done fast, you're two birds a stone, right?

Afghanhound's brother sighed. For some reason, I remember my father, who used to be a workaholic. This brother, he's tired.

"Fine. I'd rather win if I finished calculating this bundle of paperwork first. But how about a five-second penalty addition to the mistake?

"Oh, uh... okay. Um, can I use this?

Potch is learning pearl math from me, and he can do quite a bit of solo. My brother at Afghanhound didn't seem to know what he was going to use it for, but he acknowledged it. You want this farce to just end.

Potch, who said earlier that he didn't want to be king, was to be flushed and have a computational battle. Measuring time is something I do with my magic tools.

"Yo, start!

Just overwhelming.

Still got about half the paperwork left, brother of the Afghans Hound. I did the math, but Botch got all the questions right.

"Um..."

"What is it"

I guess they hurt my pride badly. Afghanhound's brother looked even more frustrated.

"Looks like you're tired, and why don't you take a break? Me, my brother, I always have tea that's good for fatigue recovery, and I'll help you with the rest of the paperwork."

………………

"Oh, you know, of course there's something I can't help you with... brother?

"............................................................................................."

Afghanhound cried.

"Oh, brother!?

"You shouldn't... when you get older, you seem to cry. My surroundings broke that one, I broke that one, so it's a budget. Give it to me, that one. I was just stupid enough to get more work done. Thank you. I'm just glad you feel like it."

That Afghanhound brother, he sounds like a good man. But you look young, but I wonder how many.

"Oh, brother..."

Potch wowled and looked at my brother. My brother spoke to Gaeta in the sense that he had no choice.

"Gaeta"

Nodded and Gaeta examined his brother in Afghanistan Hound.

"You're accumulating a lot of fatigue. It would be better for your daughter's ton of demo porridge than for Master Lou's herbal tea"

"... a ton of demo porridge... but I make it... a ton of demo porridge... something weird... I took stock with Leviathan's dried food..."

Cook porridge indoors, complaining about bumps. I'd love to be the two idiots, but your brother in Afghanistan Hound sounds like a good guy. That's why I did what I always do.

"Get well."

Then I had a divinely seven-colored porridge.

Such a suspicious porridge, but because it smelled good, my brother in Afghanistan ate light. Maybe he was losing his judgment due to lack of sleep. I would never want to eat it. I've gotten used to it lately, so no one says anything, but the glowing food is strange.

"...... here you go...... yum!!

Afghanhound's brother became a super saiya dog. Because it's a long-haired species, it stands out when the hair is upside down.

"This... is too much power...! I can, I can, I can, I can!! We can do our job. Ooh!!

Even though he's a super saiya, what he does seems to be his job. You're a root-based worker. Bally-working brother.

"Rosalind..."

"Too much"

"Lady... can't you add or subtract?

"Sister... is this okay?

"………… (stunned)"

"…………… (dong deduction)"

"………… (tight)"

"Didn't Gaeta tell you to do it!

"... now I regret saying something extra"

I have no allies! I'm not bad! …… maybe.

"Rosalind needs to remember to add, subtract and weigh himself..."

"It's not my fault! Shiva is... Shiva is bad!!

In the meantime, I rubbed the blame on God (Shiva), who is not here. Because it's because of the heaven that Shiva gave me.

I'm not bad! However, if you don't want to get better, you just got too well!!

"And anyway! Intelligence was shown to me!

"But not just power and knowledge!

"Huh!? Wow, don't flinch!

Potch was taken away by a gap rubbing with shiny, rainbow porridge. Those two idiots, I'll definitely do it later! Looks like it's still going on.