I Become a Staff Officer in the Demon Army, but I Can Only Do Office Work!

The tomb is not for the dead, but for the living.

I have something to tell my dead family and comrades, even if I know they're not here anymore. The bridge is a system called the Tomb.

And here, on the outskirts of the Devil's Capital, the newly created War Deceased Cemetery is precisely for that reason.

Today in this cemetery, a memorial service for the war dead in Operation Perseus was held.

"I pray here that the souls of my beloved warriors, who died and scattered in the battle ahead, will sleep under this warm and wide earth with peace"

After the words of His Majesty Hel Arche, the Demon King who unites all demons, subhumans and outsiders, the magic of remembrance is unleashed into the sky.

I'm not used to wearing a mourning substitute army costume, and while I still gave unfamiliar salutes, at least I did my prayers hard.

The tombstone, which extends to the end of the horizon, is a good expression of the misery and spectacularity of what is called war.

Just looking at this is what makes me disgusted by the war.

There's only one thing I think of with prayer as I look at the grave of such an anonymous warrior.

"Sourcing tombstones and coffins was tough..."

"Dear Akira, please be quiet during the ceremony. They'll kill you."

The eyes of Sophia Wolf, a beautiful girl of the werewolf who speaks so, were so sharp that the iron was about to cut off.

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Three months ago to go back.

After some time after the end of Operation Perseus, the rescue operation for His Majesty the Demon King, His Majesty Hell Arche gave his life for the new cemetery.

As far as cemetery construction is concerned, the Bureau of Military Stations will take the lead and the construction will be left to private chambers of commerce and guilds.

That's not a problem. There is also know-how because the guidelines are much the same as when the warehouse used by the convoy was relocated.

Aside from the problem, it emanates from certain words of His Majesty.

"Akira, this next war death cemetery is a place of prayer for 'all soldiers who died in battle'. Remember that."

…………

I want you to remember.

Historical fact that the Demon King's Army has been fighting the human army for about a thousand years.

At last, the words of His Majesty the Demon King are absolute.

"... Mr. Sophia, is there a war casualty register?

"... Huh?

"What? No, you know, you got a war death list. It's around the HR, isn't it?

………………

"No way......"

And most importantly, I want you to recall that the Demon King's Army has still not been able to get out of the medieval army.

"Son of a bitch!

Finally, I want you to forgive me for screaming.

As I was worried, there was no war casualty register.

But there is a system called "War Dead Survivors' Condolences" in the Demon King's Army.

As the script reads, it is a compensation and pension scheme for the families of soldiers killed in war, which is taken for granted but is put out of the Demon King's Army budget.

That's why we at the station are now flipping past annual accounting budgets.

"The principle is that accounting is simple and clear... why is it so hard to understand? Oh, shit."

"I can't help complaining. In the meantime, I'll look into the remaining documents from 925."

"What year was it now?"

It's 1069.

"I'm leaving."

Are you willing to examine or kill the budget for 145 years?

"When I say I'm going home, it won't make a big difference because Akira's house is next to the office room."

"It was..."

I'm diligent...

It's an old dossier room inside Demon King's Castle, with me and Sophia, and Liina Suomi, the succubus (Sacubus), who had been documenting in the dossier room a while back, looking into the annual accounting budget while it was dusty.

"It was helpful after Mr. Riina cleaned me up. I didn't have to start looking for documents because of that."

"Yes, no. Wow, I can only do this......!

She probably waves her hand in front of her face and denies it, but no, no, no. This is a great achievement.

Because there is a "dirt" that seeps out even after cleaning it up.

If this were untouched, it would be a level of despair that perhaps the war would have ended while we were cleaning up the budget.

No, really, Mr. Riina, it's a handful.

Annual financial statements covering 145 years from 925 to 1069.

However, not only is there a fixed format, but it is difficult to understand the proper difference that makes the creator's intent to "do it appropriately because I won't review it anyway."

Levels to turn to idle for life if you live.

It is so unrecognizable that even characters cannot be recognized at all. Who made this?

"It's still easier because I'm just going to check on the survivor's condolence payer."

And, Mr. Sophia.

It is a statement that even she, who has a reputation for being diligent and working fast, implicitly admitted that she "doesn't want to review it all".

Because I don't like family condolences only, but Mr. Sophia is also on the level of throwing a spoon.

And yet, Mr. Riina didn't have to say no, so it's amazing.

"Was Mr. Riina originally in the library?

"Uh, yes. Yes, sir."

"So you were also used to organizing materials? Wasn't it tough in the lab's library, too?

"Right. Because if you don't divide it by classification, the researchers will get mad at you..."

Mr. Riina's former workplace, the Second Institute of Demon Capital, is a magic research guild.

A gathering of reason in this world that analyzes how witchcraft works and develops new witchcraft.

Pretty scary to think of as a pack of demons like Leona...... She's struggling on her own, and there's more than one of them, or hell or something?

He said he'd be mad at me like that, mentally, yes.

"Once I made a mistake with the existing Demon Stone Research Materials and the New Demon Stone Refined Research Materials, I was really scared..."

Uh, I don't know.

I wouldn't be angry if some disc girl cartoon was where it started with "Aye," but I said, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" You want to go in there.

With that... with that, right?

Oh, we all care, don't we?

"... but the director... rarely gets angry... and... likes,"

"Yeah? Confessed?

"Chi, no! Well, that's not what I meant, but... I like the atmosphere at the station right now."

Oh, yeah. That's the thing.

"Well, I like it, too. That atmosphere."

Sometimes, rather than purposefully, it makes an atmosphere like that.

When it comes to a work room where the air is always tense and tingling, it's that tension or pressure that makes it easy to induce mistakes.

Free and soothing air is also necessary for work.

"I don't know if it's too loose. Dear Akira, please be a little more decent. How hard I struggle......"

and a nail stab from Mr. Sophia, who is facing each other across the bookshelf.

When I took the book in front of me, I looked at her from an empty hole.

Certainly not too soothing and lacking tension and concentration. I think management is pretty tough because caring around there is also important.

"But unfortunately I don't have the right amount of equipment to do it. And thanks to Sophia, we can get to work."

I can loosen up because Mr. Sophia sees me with a tough eye. Don't you think it's a good combination to say it yourself?

"So I appreciate it, really. Keep it up, Mr. Sophia."

"... what are you talking about"

"Is there a problem?

"……… no, nothing"

When she said that with her face turned away and her mouth pointed, she filled an empty bookshelf hole.

Yeah, cute.

If I had thought of that, Mr. Riina would have come aside at some point to say something like this.

"I kinda admire the relationship between the Director and Sophia."

"Neither do I. I don't hate this."

And I can talk to you like this. I don't even hate me and Mr. Riina getting along.

While that was happening, me, Sophia and three of you, Riina, did a whole day of plain but arduous work of identifying the names of the war victims from past budget statements and making notes of them.

As a result, a Register of War Victims (tentative) was created, but the trials are still to come.

"Sophia, I've looked into it and thought..."

"That's an odd encounter, Master Akira. I have some thoughts, too."

"Me too......"

Oh, you all think the same thing. I'm relieved.

Shall we say "let's" to make sure it's really the same?

Let's,

"" It's going to be a hotbed of injustice... ""

Rarely haunted.

What, it's not a hard story.

Whenever there are war casualties, the Human Resources Bureau tallies the war casualties, on the basis of which survivors' pensions are paid.

But if that management was doodled - or so it was doodled - what would happen?

There are ways to do this, for example.

Wear it by watering up the war dead and earning a budget for pension payments, etc.

Or I'll underreport the war dead and nostalgic for the pay for the war dead, but fine.

Either way, the person in charge's purse is a know-how.

"... Kiki, Director. What will you do?

"How...?

"Well, do you report to Your Majesty?

"Hmmm......"

No, it's a pretty troubling place.

The Accounting Department of the Human Resources Bureau has already been entrusted to Eli, the Accounting Officer of our Station.

It doesn't look like she does this kind of tiny fraud, and the accounting books she makes are in a pretty solid format.

The measures are already in place.

In some cases, it will report fraud more than a hundred years ago. It's a statute of limitations for whatever it takes.

"But given the life expectancy of the Demons, it's quite possible that the parties are still alive."

"That's true too...... can't you make it any easier"

"Where did Akira go during the meeting that impeached His Majesty?

There was no such thing from the beginning. I want to forget about that.

"That's what I had to stop to move forward with the plan..."

It was a nuclear bomb to impeach injustice and intimidate other departments that could only speak out against it.

But right now, there's no point in detonating that nuclear bomb. I hope there aren't too many more people out there shouting their opposition theory out loud now...

"But not reporting injustice to His Majesty is treachery against His Majesty... right?

"... right"

Yeah, that's what I once said.

I don't miss out on fraud. If I miss it, I have no apologies for His Majesty.

"But it's unclear who did it, and it's probably impossible to figure it out. What we're going to do is develop measures to prevent recurrence."

"Okay. What exactly should I do?"

"Right...... In the meantime, after reporting this to Eli for first aid, we should also make recommendations to His Majesty to set up a department responsible for the audit."

"Is that the audit bureau or the audit department, and our station bureau is also in custody?

"No, let's not. Independence is important to the audit department. Just make a suggestion, and leave the rest to Your Majesty..."

When I thought about it a lot, I was pulled that the sleeve of my clothes was hard by someone.

Well, needless to say, it's Mr. Riina.

Lovely. That's right, horny bruises.

"Oh, um..."

"What's up? I'm a little busy right now."

"Oh yeah, this..."

That's what she said. Sussss in front of her face, and she showed me the paper.

I came gleefully to a trick that I would have accidentally signed if it had been a marriage certificate, but it wasn't.

The paper has an extended name, and that's on the War Death Register of the Demon King's Army so far -

"Ah."

I totally forgot.

Even when I looked at Mr. Sophia, he looked similar.

"Dear Akira, shall we clean it up from there first?"

"Let's do that."

Oh, I thought this is how you get more jobs.