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

One summer day.

There are two men and women in the cafeteria of the Misaka Design Bureau.

One is a young girl and head of the design bureau, Misaka Yayoi. The other is Akitsu Akira, director of the barracks station.

Akira often comes here in search of Japanese food made by Yayoi. Never because I'm a Loricon. At least that's what he claims.

"Mmm, today's meat potatoes have changed their taste."

"... Okay?

"You'll see. It's a little thicker, isn't it?

"Ugh, yeah. Akira, I think you prefer the flavor..."

"I see. Thank you, it's delicious"

Being able to compliment Akira on the flavor without lying is worth making. If it is also a Japanese meal with few people eating it, it will further double the joy.

I'm so glad that I accidentally raised my mouth angle and smiled. For Yayoi, dining with Akira is next to developing new weapons to look forward to.

On the contrary, the day Akira says, "Something's a little different," it's very depressing.

"Is things going better at work?

"Yeah. You mean the Demon King Army has a track record of recruiting, and, uh, Shiokan? It's full of work, thanks to the compliments of"

The adoption of the trench-controlled weapon Tatibana, as Yayoi put it, is certainly significant. The fact that government agencies have a track record of hiring earns them a certain amount of trust in every world.

But not only that, but it is also significant that the latter, or "thanks to the praise of the whorehouse people".

Anyway, every army that uses a whorehouse, every chamber of commerce, guild and other greats will be interested if the whore tells them, "Thanks to the washing machine of the Massachusetts Design Bureau," etc.

but yayoi can't even know what's going on with otna like that.

"Really...... An unexpected effect..."

"Aidan? Why?"

Yayoi doesn't know where the whorehouse does what. I'm not even old enough to teach her what a whorehouse is like when it comes to modern Japan.

"I'll let you know when Mr. Yayoi turns 18"

…………

He was a yayoi leaning his neck to the halfway separation of being 18 years old.

In her curious years, and research enthusiastic researcher, she was unable to contain the overflowing intellectual curiosity, but she is only made to tease Akira no matter how many times she tries to ask about the "whorehouse".

Then if you ask someone in the other design bureau to ask you, they ask you the other way around, "Who told you that word," until the day after you answered it, you had a mole on Akira's cheek.

"... Married"

So I don't listen any deeper.

"When it's 18, Akira tells me"

……

That gives Akira the look of trouble, but Yayoi's determination was stiff.

"And by the way,"

Akira changes the subject when she finds herself in these, irresistibly unsavory situations. Because it is such an abrupt and universal event, everyone else in Yayoi knows this Akira escape route.

"I heard some weird rumors about the design office."

"Weird rumors?

If you are a business, you become sensitive to "weird rumors about ourselves". Yayoi is no exception, and I wonder what bad reviews are circulating to the public.

But this time, it wasn't like that.

"Rumor or... well, it's like horror, huh?

"... see?

To unfamiliar words, yayoi tilting his neck.

"Well... I'm talking about getting out."

"What?

"Ghosts. Haunted"

…………

It is Akira who tries to bring the flow forcefully to a young girl who is not even old enough to talk about ghosts.

but the toddler in front of me is not the only one.

"... so?

"Huh? Oh, no, that's all, huh? I just heard the wind rumor that the design office or this building is leaving. Yes, nothing."

On the contrary, to Akira in panic, Yayoi ended the topic with a sober one.

There's no such thing as a ghost.

Instead of being strong, I said calmly, yes, kick ass.

----

It was that night that Misaka Yayoi realized it.

"Huh...... haha"

Three Ugly Hours when the grass also sleeps.

She wasn't asleep yet. Because I copied the patchy flashing idea into the drawing and tried to do it straight up to the detailed design.

"Lose some more angle here...... oh, but I was wondering if the demon stone would be nearby and the heat would cage......? Apply an air intake port for waste heat… but it weighs…"

Yayoi likes to think.

I like to sit in front of the drawing table and think about designing a recruit weapon while rocking one more tail.

Forgetting the time, she gets a heartless joy in fully rotating her more focused head.

But sometimes that favorite time is interrupted by a few things.

"......................................................................................."

A little breath, something that strikes me at a time of distraction. Mostly toilet or hungry, this time it was the former.

Even if I say that I love design, I'm not talking about a level where I can tolerate the toilet. Not to mention I can't leak or anything.

…………

But the time is midnight.

Only the moonlight that plugs in through the window is at the end of the corridor you depend on, and there is a destination.

Smart, but still a child, Yayoi is afraid of the darkness -

"Well, he can't be here."

- It didn't even come with me, and I went down the hallway with the lights.

The nerves in this child are thick.

The path to the toilet can go even in the slightest light in a self-aware design bureau.

I go into the bathroom without a thing. All you have to do is add to everything and go back to the drawing table without anything and continue the design.

but

…………

It didn't.

Because there was a pale, glowing "sole" in the bathroom of the design bureau illuminated by bright lights.

"... Hih"

Three Ugly Hours when the grass also sleeps.

A small scream that did not make Misaka Yayoi's voice wooded into the design office, and then the hallway in front of the bathroom was slightly wet.