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

Walking back to Jin's waiting mountain hut for a while, plunging pennies from him, who somehow has tons of money, Colette tried to open the door to the Devil's Capital again,

There's sauce on the edge of your lips.

…………

Colette wipes her mouth unintentionally to Jin's point.

But when I looked back, realizing that my sleeves wouldn't get dirty, whether I wiped them or not, I saw someone smiling like a mean boy.

"... you suck"

"I can't believe you didn't notice this level of hooking, but I think you're disqualified as a spy."

To an honest argument that made no sound of it, Colette did not contest it, closing the door thoughtfully and winging it.

It's not like there's a tendency to eat.

Eating food is the right thing to do, like the other day, to calm her head so she doesn't have to have a shooting incident all over the city... and she makes excuses in the air for not being questioned by anyone.

Never, never, never because the Mandragola skewers I was selling in the stalls of the Devil's Capital were delicious.

Not for tourist purposes. I didn't say no.

It just seemed to work, and the boneless pistol I've been nostalgic about since then has never been in the light of day.

As a result, she was able to devote herself to intelligence, which was her original purpose.

The Devil's City is full of information and people.

With so much information and so many people, so many rumors and rumors fly in proportion to it.

For example:

"During this time, the demon king's army broke down."

"Whoa. The Nortfork guys, you made such a mess of yourself when you thought you were bragging about it. I don't care if you say dwarf."

Here's the information.

You should probably report this to Jin later.

Now we must examine the new ships of the Demon King's Army and destroy them.

What is spoken in the tavern consists of 20% truth, 30% fiction, and 50% exaggerated bragging.

Of course you don't miss 20% of the truth as a spy, you also need the ability to find the truth from 50% of the exaggerated bragging.

"No, I saw a human in a naval factory the other day. That's the Akitsu Akira."

"Ooh, you're lucky. He doesn't own a house in Devil's Town, so if it's not work, he won't come down to Devil's Town. My daughter said she'd be lucky to find a human in the Devil's Capital."

"Seriously!

This is a lie. Whatever you think, lie, she thinks.

Because if you're just going to be lucky to see a human being, then Colette, who meets Osama every day smoking a stinking cigarette named Jin, should be able to live a happier life.

At least that's what Colette thinks.

"So, that's the asshole. Beautiful werewolf lady. She's got me next door."

"What!? Damn, they got you ahead of me..."

"... were you a faggot? Was your life with your wife tentative?

"Chi! My daughter liked the human being, so we need to stick it together somehow..."

"Your daughter is only fourteen years old!? Plus your daughter, who's been there, don't pull!

"............... Oh, really?

"You..."

Akitsu Akira is keeping women in the samurai. It might help when it comes to having trouble. Hostages, that sort of thing.

She clarifies her ears so that she doesn't miss a single piece of important information.

Said I saw you snuggling with the werewolves.

Says he is personally close to the manager of a whorehouse run by a horny devil and takes care of him every night.

Says, plus the manager's sister is close, and there's a guy who saw the three of us walking.

Said he introduced the Fox Girl to the whorehouse job.

Says...

I'm sick and tired of hearing it, it's overflowing with Akitsu Akira information.

I have no idea which is true, but more than 80% of the rumors that flow are about women. Then by analogy, he seems quite sloppy locudenasi to a woman.

There's no more reason to be in this tavern. That's what Colette decided.

I hated the smell of alcohol, and more than that, I couldn't help but hear all the inferior topics.

This kind of work is more suitable for gin.

But he can't move, so he moves.

With that in mind, Colette got up and just finished accounting.

At that time, a woman clerk with a rough, sloppy demonic attitude dropped Colette off at strange customer service.

"Welcome aboard, my lady."

"... ha"

I don't know what that means. Colette tilts her neck wondering if it's a prerequisite to go to work.

While I think so, I leave the store. There was a flashy sign in the store that said 'Underground Tavern'.

"... the food is bad, the clerk dresses weird, and expensive like an idiot. I don't know what this store is..."

It was a long time later that Colette, who walks with Tobotobo whining so much, blushed knowing that the store was a "maid liquor store" derived from the "maid coffee" that had recently become popular in the Devil's City.