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

Unknown on November 15, 1880 A.D.

There was one aircraft shadow, flying far above the front-line zone of the two armies of Man and Demon.

"Altitude 3000 meters, speed maintains 54 knots"

"Ten nautical miles to target point."

It was a state-of-the-art double-leaf bomber developed by the United Kingdom, the leader of the Eight Major Regions of Humanity.

As the bomber's name suggests, it was developed to burn down enemy cities and positions.

However, the bomber continued to fly the utility lift limit critical without loading any bombs. And instead of the bomb, he was putting someone on it.

"... Captain, are you sure you're all right, this mission"

"What?

"No, because..."

That said, the bomber's airman looks behind him.

There, because she was sitting where the bomber and rear machine gunner would otherwise sit, not human, no, not human.

She had produced pitch-black wings on her back, dressed in human clothing, and stared jiggly at the iron knife she had in her hand.

The double-headed engine is making a shitty roar, and the voice of the navigator's anxiety does not reach her ear in that unusual appearance. But still, he spoke with his voice down.

"That's the Demon Clan, isn't it? Aren't you our enemy? When will you reveal your true nature..."

"That being said, this is the top-secret mission given to me by Command. We're just gonna do it, and then we're gonna drop her off in a little while. Don't worry about anything."

"But..."

"If you care too much, you're gonna bald?

That's what the captain says, forgive the navigator. Forget if I was forgiven. I wonder how the captain explained the unspeakable anxiety of such an airman.

These two people, who are at the bottom of the list of those involved in this mission, should not even know what is behind the mission or what its purpose is. Just an order from the command:

"Carry your stuff."

That's all.

And the luggage that was on the most up-and-coming plane available in the airfield was a big piece of equipment with the demons sitting in the rear. Due to its demonic tribe and the deprivation of space by its equipment, the normally four-man bomber is currently operated exclusively by the captain and the navigator.

That's what the captain came up with the other day, in the Federation.

But it's speculation, and it has nothing to do with the mission.

In more than a dozen minutes, we arrive near the intended point of delivery of the package.

"Sir, are you ready?

……

Guests, or luggage, answered nothing, just nodded silently. The navigator creeped out, while the captain sighed.

The captain does his job even though he thinks it's a weird assignment with no tension but no fun. And on the ground, I discovered a slightly glowing object.

"Ground Identification Target, Confirmation"

"All right. Prepare to descend, sir."

…………

Again, silently prepare for nothing and pose as ready. And after the captain's permission,

"... taken care of"

And, for the first time on this mission, he raised his voice and jumped straight off the bomber with the equipment.

The voice when he left was heard by both the captain and the navigator.

I had a common feeling that emotions were rare, that there was no vibrancy, but that the will was the voice of a woman with a clear and clear voice.

"... what the hell, that guy"

The airman asks. Naturally the captain knows nothing. But the captain speculates, and it unleashes words that accurately captured her figure.

"I don't know. But there's one thing I can tell you."

"... what's that?

"Easy. I mean, there's no such thing as a 100 percent leader in the world."

With those words, the United Kingdom bombers began their departure without anyone in the Demon King's Army noticing, and a few hours later they were able to land safely at the nearby Human Army airstrip.

On the other hand, speaking of a woman who had descended, she had suppressed the rate of descent by her own wings and witchcraft, making a soft landing on the earth where the Demon King's Army would continue to rule.

…………

I don't say anything in particular, I just do my job pale.

And in the middle of it, one figure approached her. She is alert and ready to unleash magic at any time, but the approaching shadow, in a sinister, low voice,

"What's the name of the director of McCrester FC?

and asked her.

and of the winged demon tribe on her back. She was

"Sir George Lacrean. But he was dismissed last year."

and answered calmly without emotion.

The shadow that was approaching her lit a match out of her pocket. A bright light, or I showed her his face.

She is in her forties. Poor hair on a raw edge. A "human" man of his stature and outfit who only seems to be a floater.

"3,000 meters above - No, was it 3,300 yards? - How was your journey, my lady"

"... nothing"

Men float, women pale.

Even though they were the first to meet, the atmosphere, especially if the man was friends with the woman for several years, had been haunted.

"My name is Jin Slava. 'Jin' is fine."

"... Colette. Colette Iceberg."

"Nice to meet you, Collette."

…………

Colette walks out completely ignoring the hand offered by the man named Jin. For the first time in a long time, the earth of the kingdom of demons was very cold and very hard.

Completely detoxified by Colette's emotionally rare attitude, Jin began his efforts to deepen his friendship with Colette, a temporarily partner.

"Even so, that director was dismissed"

"'Cause I fell into two parts at the bottom of the league"

"Then you deserve to be dismissed. So, what's going on with McCrester now?

"Almost out of the main force, the bottom of the league."

"You're in a three-part league next year...... You can't just put the director of a team like that on the line."

"You can make it the name and director of the movie. Like" The Doctor's Unusual Obsession "and" Holly Cabeck ". That was funny."

"Hate, movies are only about porn. I don't know if it's cabbage."

"... yes"

Even sexual harassment of Colette, a woman in the obvious lower story, Colette showed no particular emotion and walked ignorantly.

Jin was cruising about how to get her emotions out of this woman, but without doing so, Colette pushed herself out.

"But I may not need it anymore"

"What about that heart?

At that moment when Jin asked the question, Jin was attacked by the feeling that the temperature in the world had dropped twice.

The words Colette let go cold, ruthless, ruthless, and grinning, Jin did not forget until that moment of his death.

"The Demon King, I'll kill him"

and.