I Became a Regulatory Official for the Poaching of Monsters, but the Rescued Monsters are trying to Eat Me

That day, Taketo sat on the sofa of the Magic Beast Poaching Control Office and kept writing papers all morning. On the low table of the sofa set are piles of documents that have already been written and documents that still need to be sorted out.

Tonyoshi was taking a nap next to the tacket. I envy you at all, but it only adds to the extra effort when you help me, so it's better if you go to bed.

The low table was low for writing and tended to bend over, causing total back pain. At the same time, I had to put ink on the feather pen and write it, so my arm was screaming a long time ago.

"Ah, I don't want to anymore!

While the tacket was in the mood to throw a quill, he raised his arms and stretched them out.

Commander Varvara, who was reading the report in Kisel's hand at the back desk, laughed pitifully.

"That's what the king asked you to do, isn't it?

Taketto nods loudly at the commander's words.

"... that's right. You seem to be good at paperwork, so help me."

The commander smiled even deeper at the tired face of the baket.

"The King seems to like you. Why don't you say something to me?

"No, I'm fine right now. They'll pay for it."

The beginning of this begins with the fact that the king has liked the report on the poachers written by Taketto.

She admired Taketo's report as very easy to read and understand. All you have to do is be appreciated and happy, but since you said, "You seem to be good at paperwork, can you help me?"

Then the King asked me to sort out and rewrite the documents my men had submitted. And somehow, the number of documents entrusted to you continues to grow, to this day.

Even so, Taketo himself didn't think that he was good at paperwork. Instead, I've felt like a billionaire for a long time, and I never thought I could write it well.

However, when I was a detective in that world, I learned a certain amount of know-how by being scattered with a large number of documents.

Detective work has a lot of out-of-the-box work.

As a result, it seems that the documents made by Taketto were very organized and easy to read, and that he liked being in the king.

(You can't read the documents that other people make, not that I'm good at it.)

There are a lot of odd rules around this official document, such as vain decoration or customary disregard for readability. Pa, look, art? It was so beautiful that I thought it was, but there were many things that I didn't understand at all when I read it.

My King Jen, who values efficiency, wants to abolish such things and make them more practical, and in that sense, Taketo's know-how is invaluable.

After a short rest, the tiredness of my arms got worse, so when I tried to resume, a familiar voice jumped in from the entrance to the office with multiple footsteps.

"Ah, Taketo. You were here?

Turning around, Chante was walking towards us. Behind it is a Brigitta.

"Oh, yeah. I had a lot of work to do."

Chante looked at the pile of papers on the low table and opened his eyes wide.

"Wow, that's amazing. Did you write so much?

"... I still have more than half of them."

Chante raised her eyebrows worried when she spoke with a tired voice.

"Shall I go to the drugstore and get a damp cloth later?

"Yeah, I'll go if my arms don't go up."

What are you talking about? Brigitta says, "That's right," and slaps her hand.

"If that's the case, there's a good hospital. You know the church with the blue roof."

"What? From King's Landing? Oh, yeah, I know."

Janice, who works there, had me fix the chicken coop. I get eggs to thank, so I sometimes go to help when I'm free.

"The hospital across the street from that church has a reputation for working well.

"Heh...."

I was wondering if you would give me a massage because it is a treatment hospital, but the story that came out of Brigitta's mouth was more diagonal than expected.

"The best reputation there is for letting Hill suck the blood out of the affected area. There's a big hill on the palm of Walawa's hand that sucks and bleeds bad blood."

"...... hieh"

No matter how much Brigitta recommends, it's a little disgusting to be sucked by such a giant hill. No, but don't even think about it, what kind of hill is it? Maybe I should take a peek on my way home... or something, and the superintendent would say with a smile.

"Look, I'm thinking of catching him and keeping him, this guy."

"If you keep it in your own blood and your shoulder stiffness is healed, you might get it."

Chante looked at the tacket and said strange things to Brigitta.

"Okay, I want you to stop taking hills with me..."

"... don't worry, Chante, I won't keep it. Please don't make fun of us both."

Suck it, the chief says, "Your curiosity for creatures has gone too far. It's a good match with Clinston," he laughed.

When I was talking, I couldn't finish my job forever, so I inked my feather pen and went back to the paperwork.

"Oh, yeah. Taketo"

The commander shouted as if he remembered something. When I was about to write it, I stopped my hand and the pota and ink fell on the paper. I did it.

The commander keeps talking about the waste of paper and the rush of the tacket.

"Earlier, the king called. When you're free, you can come to the back room of the King's Room."

"Huh? In your room?

I wonder if you want me to bring you the finished papers. As a result, Taketto put together a bunch of documents on the table that he had finished writing when he stood up.

"I've just finished the kiri, so I'm going to deliver this."

Ah, good work.

As the bundle was rounded and tied with strings, Taketto laughed brightly at Chante.

"To the king. If you get a special allowance, why don't we go eat something delicious?

That's what Taketto was trying to do with his paperwork.

Though the cost of food for the beasts who eat rice is severe for everyday life, you can do it only if you don't luxury the money Taketo and Chante receive from the royal palace.

But I can't afford to spend money outside of my life, so it's really appreciated that I have this kind of extraordinary income.

Yeah.

When I saw a smile on Chante's face and Taketo smiled back, I left the office.

"But that vigilant king calling himself to his room... is a strange way to like it. Taketo"

Chante blurred her expression at Brigitta's murmuring words as she watched the door where Taketo left. Grasp your hands and pray in front of your chest.

I am purely glad that Taketo invited me to dinner.

However, the unexplained anxiety somewhere in my heart floated like a bubble, disappeared, and disappeared repeatedly. A calm, impatient mood smokes your chest.

At this time, Chante herself was not aware of the nature of the anxiety.