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

I informed the Bureau of Development and the Bureau of Design that the naming rules had been decided and that His Majesty would come to the testing venue to see the weapons directly.

Leona at the IGAD reacted like, "Oh, yeah," because it's not the usual when it comes to His Majesty's coming.

The problem is naming convention.

"This time in" Prototype Stone Demon Statue "this year is 1069. So the first symbol will be 'XSG69', but is that okay?

"No problem. The problem is the name. What a name."

Leona, it's Norinoli.

You also look worried about what a name to give your pet.

... Well, I don't even know. If he were a junior high boy, everyone would have spent the night devising a name for a fictional weapon.

Same as that.

"The rules are 'plant name' or 'phenomenon name', so follow them."

"I know, I know!

"... let me know if you decide. If you make it a strangely long name, I'll name it over here."

"It's okay, trust me!

Can you believe it!

---

Leaving Demon King Castle, next up to the building where the Missaca Design Bureau is located.

The design bureau is on the outer edge of the Devil's Capital, a run-down building bought second-hand.

Land as large as it can be tested for weapons can only be done in the vast wilderness in front of you.

Except for poor transportation, I am not particularly dissatisfied.

"... no, right?

"None"

They don't.

Mr. Yayoi Misaka, chief engineer at the Misaka Design Bureau, was on a lunch break sometimes saying that the time I came was past noon.

Her lunch in witch clothes on Japanese-style names, I thought maybe a peek, was lined with familiar and familiar unfamiliar ingredients.

"That, rice?

"... (COCKING)"

Mr. Misaka shakes his head vertically as he moves.

Oh, my God, her lunch was Japanese (wind).

There is white rice, there is miso soup, there is a bran marinated pickle like a shallow marinate, there is a fish teriyaki where the aromas of soy sauce and mirin go together, and Misaka eats that with chopsticks.

The sight I haven't seen in a year made me cry.

- Guh.

Then the belly worm also rang.

"............ do you want to tap?

"Let me eat"

The guy who chooses the "don't eat" option in this situation is not Japanese. Except for allergies.

Incidentally, members of the design bureau other than her are regular meals (for the Demons).

Bread, soup, salad, meat. Sometimes fish.

It doesn't taste bad, but it's not enough lineup for the Japanese.

That's why I asked for the same thing as Mr. Misaka.

Happy with wrinkles and wrinkles on your hands. I'll take it.

It's the first chopstick I've had in a year, but it was a Japanese soul stained for many years and I could hold it without any problems.

Yeah, we lose to Koshihikari, but the rice is still delicious. Oh, is this fish salmon? I also like salt grills, but here is still soy sauce. Long live soy sauce. Be forever. The miso soup also has an effect on the stock and tastes good.

……

And for some reason, Mr. Masaka was looking at me and Majesty.

"What's wrong?

"Yeah. It's just that you can have it right... Plus, it looks delicious..."

That's the first soul food I've had in a year.

No, the Devil's food isn't bad, but the taste of home is still engraved into the soul and tongue forever.

"It's more of a country than the world I was in - it's almost the same food culture."

……

Then Mr. Misaka's ears moved easily and piquely.

My eyes sparkle and I know exactly how excited I am.

"I have chopsticks, I have soy sauce, miso and mirin...... oh, I miss it. Anyway, we're together."

I am struck by whether it is a coincidence or whether this kind of food culture can still be done in different worlds.

It just doesn't seem very common to see how Mr. Misaka is doing though.

"Well, maybe..."

She interrupted the meal after saying so and pulled into the back of the dining room.

I waited a few minutes to see if there was anything I wanted to show her, and she came home with two plates.

The moment Mr. Misaka laid down the plate, me and all the demons but her looked up, and one pinched his nose and retreated from the dining room with his own meal.

but on the other hand, I get my face close.

Why?

"Nato, isn't it Nato!

The moment I called that name, Mr. Misaka laughed and had a sparkling effect (which seemed like it) that was no more.

This is an array, the face of a child when we find out what we like in common.

"Companions...! I finally found him!

Oh, already. Cute.

"He's human, though."

"Soul, come with me!

Indeed.

All I can say is that my soul is with me now that I can soy sauce on the natto and eat over the rice!

"Eat with me!

"Yes. Then I'll change it, I'll have it"

"Yeah!"

The long time Natto we had together with Mr. Misaka was very tasty.

Dust, like I said, me and Mr. Misaka are currently addicted to green tea.

I ate quite a bit because of the excitement of seeing Japanese food, but my fullness and happiness culminate.

But I've seen a few Fox people and they're at the station station, but they weren't all Japanese-style names like Mr. Misaka, naturally they weren't Japanese food.

Mr. Misaka answered the question as to why. Says,

"The pure Fox are almost extinct... and few inherit culture..."

As a result of years of warfare, the Fox family was gradually separated, and according to that, there was less pure blood, and now almost none of them were pure Fox.

Mr. Yayoi Misaka is the lesser exception and thus finely takes over the name and culture.

"So, other than you and O.K., it's the first time..."

I couldn't ask the boulder what happened to Mr. Misaka's father and mother.

Instead,

"So, am I Shizuku Misaka's brother?"

and so on.

Yes, I'm on track. Mr. Masaka's solidifying, don't pull.

"... Akira, brother?

Ugh.

"So, it's okay!? Oh, and I fed him weird...?

"Oh, no, I'm fine. It smells like flames. I just stuck around."

Easy, man. Me, you're gonna be suspicious of behavior at a time like this, and they're gonna think what's your brother. No, no, that's not the problem.

"... are you sure you're okay?

"It's okay."

Except for the head. Probably fine. The head is probably too late.

"I'm more sorry than that, I said something weird... Besides, I might be younger..."

"Oh, no... 'Cause I'm only 11..."

Hmm?

What do you mean now?

"... 11 years old?

"Yes. 12 this year......"

What do you mean? You said you were a tech at that age!? Seriously, you're a genius!

He's an animal man, so I'm sure he thought it was something legal loli, but apparently it wasn't.

Says long-lived species such as beasts and elves, with some exceptions, generally grow between the ages of 16 and 18, with individual differences being the normal growth of something.

Because if you don't grow up, you won't survive in a harsh nature. That's why when I see a child, I think it's good to be as old as it looks.

I see, the other world is deep.

"Oh, I'm sorry for everything. I can't believe I asked a woman her age."

"Ya, that, it's okay...... But..."

And so the words stopped once.

"But?"

"... don't you call me brother, can't you?

Oops.

"So, it's okay!?"

"It's okay, it's okay..."

However, it goes without saying that I have been unable to breathe for a while.

I gently declined Mr. Misaka's request because he was about to lose his blood just by spitting blood.

Neither did she have any particular custody, but she said, "So call me Yayoi?" I couldn't refuse the exalted request twice. "

This child will be a master at confusing men in the future. Terrible.

"I really want you to stop saluting me..."

"That's just a little"

"But I talk to Mr. Calzette normally..."

"Because he's not worthy of respectful language."

Initially it was Leona's request, but now it means something different. Honor him? Hahaha, make a joke.

There is no law to respect idiots.

A paragraph, well, when I thought I'd go home.

"Uh... so, what are you doing here today...?

Mr. Misaka...... No, I remembered in that one word of Mr. Yayoi.

Right, I didn't come here to eat. I'm here to work.

"It was. This time, we have one more report."

"Report?"

"Yes, I am here to inform you that the next trial, His Majesty Hell Arche, is due to come on an immediate inspection"

"Your Majesty...?

"Yes. Well, that's why I don't have to be uptight, and I don't mind making weapons normally,"

I thought I would shut up about this because I would have trouble telling them weird and being made weird weapons, but I decided to tell them that I didn't think I would make it when I just redesigned it.

The only problem is that the moment I told His Majesty's name, a bureaucrat other than Mr. Misaka made a scene.

Are you sure it's coming, then I need to be stronger, I haven't seen it yet... etc.

The voice grows louder and louder, a momentum that pops up outside the design bureau.

I also added the item "Confidential, so no talking out" because I have trouble getting the noise turned up.

"Whoa, one more thing. The naming convention has also been decided. The weapon being developed at the Massachusetts Design Bureau is not a demonic statue."

"Yeah. I still can't"

"Then the symbol is XGW69. Have you decided what your nickname is?

"Nothing. Whatever you want..."

Hmm.

I wish Leona knew as much as this.

I finally decided on a name here, and I thought so, and I asked Mr. Yayoi if he could show me his new weapon.

"Ma, it's not finished yet... don't look at it because it's embarrassing..."

And if they say it in a scratchy voice, you can't see it. Really, Lori is cowardly.

By the way, when I finished all my errands and thought it was time to go home next time, the design bureau officer grabbed me by the shoulder and said:

"If you make our misaka cry, I'll make you very unable to walk alone..."

Soon the Missaca Design Authority seemed to be a scary organization.