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

There is a bounty system.

Simply put, "I beg you! Bounty gift for the first person! He's called."

"WANTED! Violent criminal on the run. Once caught, the bounty of 10,000 g (whether life or death)" is also a well-known bounty system. Even modern Japan has a system of paying leading informants.

Speaking of famous examples of army entanglement, it would still be Napoleon.

"Bottled" and "canned" developed from it.

It is no exaggeration to say that bottles, or cans, were a more serious invention for the military than the invention of "iron cannons".

Until they were invented, it was hard to transport food anyway.

As a matter of course, food rots over time.

I brought it all the way over here and had to dispose of it if I tried to eat it rotten or moldy, what a number of examples.

And its disposition is also difficult, so much so that there are stories that the army's least wanted job was to "dump rotten food".

That's right. I've carried it with me to throw it away, and if I think about it, I'll lose my morale too.

In the case of land, we may be able to do something about it in local procurement, but it is also difficult when it comes to Russia, like at sea, or in the desert.

It was common practice to apply treatments such as salting, vinegar pickling, smoking and yak pickling with preservatives to keep them from rotting, but now they hit the issues of "surprisingly unsavory" and "nutritional bias and septicaemia".

I don't know a few armies with unsavory rice and rebellion. But there's no other way.

Napoleon also faced this problem, which plagued the world's military leaders.

But, well, if we solve the big problems in history easily, we won't have a hard time. Unless Napoleon is a different world reincarnator or something (from his track record, you might believe him even if he tells you he was actually a different world reincarnator).

But our great emperor is different.

He publicly proclaimed this by setting up a committee within the government to study the long-term preservation of military food.

"I'll give you a prize for the one that came up with the groundbreaking idea!

Humans, if they say so, everyone works hard. By the way, the prize is 12,000 francs. About 20 million yen when converted to the value of modern Japan.

Odd freak geniuses from all over Europe have applied for various proposals, with the color of their eyes turned golden. And it was the bottle of Nicolas Apere that was eventually adopted.

By the way, he is also an ex-con with experience jailed for participating in the French Revolution.

He won a prize of 12,000 francs and set up a food processing company to leave his name in history.

Again, the way he figured out how to store food was across the ocean, and he said, "It's hard to use a glass bottle because it breaks right away! If it's metal, it's sturdy!" thought the English weirdo - a gentleman invented a can.

Canning has since become a great force in modern warfare, and even today it has treasured everything from the general family to the military, let's just say a great invention.

... Well, early canning kept addicts going because of the lead in it, or the invention of canning was 50 years after the invention of canning, until then there was fleas and hammers, and at the end of the day there was some kind of och that was opened with an iron gun.

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One day.

Short sleeves extinct from the completely cold Devil's Capital and move to winter clothing.

I don't think the loss of skin exposure has reduced the chances of eye blessings. I prefer winter clothes to summer clothes.

And...

"Dear Akira, what's wrong?

"No, nothing"

Sophia and I got along a lot. It's a good thing we have less opportunity to look away.

"Ha... Don't give me another weird job, will you? Not only is Akira here, but she's thinking about starting something new in 70% of the time."

"No, that's not true, is it?

I think it's about 30% at most.

But sure, I can't afford for the station to launch some new big project right now. I know what she's going to say.

I can't afford the personnel. I can't even afford a budget. I would like to increase the number of series stores in the made-to-measure coffee boom, but if I do any more on boulders, it would be called private oppression.

And the manager of an approved whorehouse,

"Maid clothes, I'm going to start coffee. If you pay your favorite succubus maid a separate fee, you can do XXX. '

I mentioned that, so I was desperate to stop it.

Regulation on sex is not inherently the job of the Barracks Bureau. But you can't do nothing. Whatever it is, it's unintentional, because the station bureau has become the fireman of the boom.

I've had to consult with the Wartime Medical Service, the Gendarmerie and the authorities to think about regulations for the dangerous maid coffee that will happen in the future, and I don't have time to do any new projects.

"I don't have to do anything this year anymore - I have a saying, but I want it to end with routine digestion on a daily basis. I don't have a good idea for that."

"I'm in awe.... So what were you thinking earlier?

"It's a trade secret."

I don't like Mr. Sophia reading my mind and hating me, so let's do our best. Luckily, I haven't accumulated that much work either, and I don't think I'll have to work overtime today rather than say...

Labor management was too difficult for me when I stopped working in Japan. I've finally gotten used to it lately, so the pleasure of finishing with 0 overtime is good.

More importantly, the cost of overtime does not pay for labor. We can raise supplies if we can move forward with new businesses at floating labor costs.

So routine digestion today as well. Plain administrative work is a streak of hard to portray, but I want the wings of my imagination to be sprinkled there.

Look, can you hear me? The sound of the pen running, the sound of the paper turning, someone asking for fact-checking, and the sad cry "Oh, no more, no more, no more, no more," in response -,

"Oh, wait a minute. Who is it now?

Something has already screamed out in a momentum that seems to make me hungry as it is if I let it go!?

"Is your voice now Master Yurier......?

That's what Mr. Sophia says, I see her better.

Then indeed, there is one halfling woman holding her head and being silent or sinking.

Our station station is full of diverse races, but that distinctive physique belongs to Mr. Yurier without having to check his face.

"Julie-san, what's wrong -?

Approach her side and confirm life and death. I would have to check as a boss if they screamed so much.

When Mr. Yurier recognized my voice, he moved his neck like a brisket toy about to break and saw this one. Her eyes are losing their highlights like Friends of Endangered Species.

This is serious.

"Mr. Yurier, please hold on. You can't give up hope. Trust the standing wooden director."

"Who's that? Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

Apparently, Mr. Yurier is not the victim of 11 story shocks. No, it's obvious.

I don't know if she woke up early, but she held me in tears. He is like a child who has been taken away with a toy he likes. What the hell happened? Did you see 12 stories?

I'm trying to ask you the details, and I'm afraid of my eyes from Mr. Sophia, so I peel her off. Mr. Yurier couldn't stop snoozing for a while, but when it settled, he told me what was going on.

"We can't secure chocolate, Director. Come on. Ahem!

...... yeah?

Chocolate?

"Mr. Yurier, do you like chocolate?

"Chi! I'm talking about military-ration! Besides, I hate chocolate!

"Oh, really?"

Military ration refers to food rations.

I would call everything a soldier eats a "ration," but in this case it would be about Combat Rations eating on the front line, portable food.

"... can't you take it?

"I can't take it... no matter how... The cocoa bean production area for raw materials is limited, and the ship with the raw beans has finally been sunk with an attack by the human army..."

Is it because of the incompetent Navy again?

I checked the cocoa bean route, and it doesn't look like it's the front line. The fact that ships of the human army are coming to such a point may mean that the Navy does not have a concept of maritime control.

Well, not to mention incompetence.

"You suck at not being able to secure a hobby."

"Oh, shit."

"Right. We have to do something."

Chocolate-like sweetness is one of the few entertainment for a stressed soldier. When even that is sealed, the soldier's morale decline is significant.

Chocolate ingredients and cocoa beans cannot be secured, so production cannot be increased.

If so, is it a substitute?

Fanta on Earth, tampon coffee as an alternative to coffee, as an alternative to coke.

"Mr. Yurier, is there any suitable alternative?

"... sugar water or something?

"Soldiers are not beetles."

No, for once, some Demons are called Bugs, but they just won't drink sugar water alone.

Afterwards, me and Mr. Sophia saw Zach flush through the warehouse, but there was no sweetness that was likely to be an alternative. Or surprisingly, there's no kind.

"Why isn't it so much?

"The primary reason is that you were robbed of your production area by the repeated attacks of the human army. Although sugar is essential because the region where sugar dicon is produced is still safe."

"You literally don't taste like distributing squared sugar"

Hmm, but delaying the distribution of preferences could cause the worst rebellion. We'll have to secure an alternative somehow.

"But Dear Akira, even if we were able to secure it provisionally in Sore, it would only be a sneeze on the spot. It will be a feather that will haunt you for a long time."

"Right. This is the only time a cocoa bean transporter sinks..."

Hanging in the name of the barracks station, it's not a good idea not to get the supplies you need on the front line. And Mr. Yurier's spirit is unlikely to hold. I'm really going to be hungry if I keep this up.

I have to use my head at times like this.

Even so, we're not familiar with sweetening.

"Do you have any ideas?

"What is the proper question of that…. But I'm also good at cooking, but you don't specialize in sweetening. If it's about cookies, you can make it, but on the battlefield, you just want water."

"Right......"

……

"Mr. Sophia can make cookies, right?"

"What? Yes, well. I beat the pros to boulders..."

"Heh... is that right? That's surprising."

"Really?... Whatever, I'll make it next time, right?

"Yeah, no, but I'm sorry!

"He wants his eyes."

Is it broken?

"It's no big hassle, so I'll make it next time. Although I don't guarantee the flavour."

"If it's made by Sophia, it's delicious."

I didn't know girls could make sweets by hand, there's not much more to it than this.

And why don't you? I have to work. The male bureau frown that was listening to our conversation is moving. It's more dangerous than that.

But it's really surprising that Mr. Sophia can make it. No, but I don't think so. Is Mr. Sophia the right personality to make sweets because she looks like she's going to weigh so tight?

Outreach, hidden talent is buried everywhere - hmm?

Isn't this something you can use?

"... let's make a public offer"

"Yes? Um, Master Akira, what now?

"Let's go public, Mr. Sophia!

Yes, there are quite a few people out there who can make sweets. Like Mr. Sophia.

And this is the Devil's Capital of Flowers. It would be indispensable for craftsmen. If so, there is no hand that does not use it.

"Sophia, please confirm with Eli to secure about 20 million helicopters from the reserve cost. And tell Yurier and Riina to come to me."

"Yes.... Um, what are you going to do?

"Well, of course, it's settled"

It is the first edition of the Devil's City Confectionery Making Championship.