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

All you need for entertainment with a great man is money, meals, cute girls, and finally a business meeting. Prepare the workmanship in advance so as not to make things rough there.

Officials in these countries use no-pan shabu-shabu stores because they can drop royalties as "food and beverage" expenses, and it is a common matter across the world that shops are easy to talk about.

That's why Satsuki Pavilion.

That's not exactly a store that exposes perverted sexuality like a no-pan shabu-shabu store (it's a store called "Mirche" that does that), but this is also an easy place to talk.

The reason is simple. Because the owner of the store knows him at the store where the station dedicated itself to opening the store.

"Yes, there you are!

Mikasa Yayoi, the owner and chief engineer of the Mikasa Design Bureau, welcomes you. This is the first time I've used it for something like this. So I look a little nervous, and my ears tremble fine on the evidence, and my two tails are shaking restlessly.

Such Mr. Yayoi and several other Fox staff guided us to our seats below Mr. Rittenheim.

"Hey, I never thought you'd have such a great store in Devil's City. Besides, the clerk's outfit is distinctive. - What is it?

"That's called" Japanese-style made-up clothing, "it's the original from this store. There seems to be some room to imitate the shape and open stores… so far, there are no stores that are of greater quality than this."

"Vertex as a starting point, so?"

Chasing a female clerk with her eyes as she opened her eyes with a giraffe proves that Mr. Rittenheim is a normal man. If this wasn't my job, I'd be sure I'd keep looking at Mr. Yayoi.

Though it is the accompanying Mr. Sophia who turns his eyes like dead fish to such an outrageous group of men.

Also this time, Satsuki Pavilion has temporary employees only this time.

"Oh, uh, welcome. We look forward to welcoming the famous Rittenheim......?

Hey, hey, why did you put a question mark on me? Script, if this was it, you wouldn't be acting like that, Mr. Riina!

but Rittenheim, who is floating around to the point where he doesn't even realize that, "Oh, I've also become quite popular that this is going to be told by a beautiful lady, 'I've been waiting for you with all my heart,'" she said.

You've been drunk before you drank, this guy.

That's why Mr. Riina is the clerk as a shop-side vendor. The person wasn't very motivated to ride, but she was the one who was visually optimal. Besides, he's a horny devil, and it would work great for a guy.

... I'll give you a day off later, so I want you to forgive me.

"Today's dishes have been improved for Mr. Rittenheim and the dishes usually prepared in this store -"

All the dishes served in this store are similar to the ethnic dishes of the Fox people, and the point is that the "Japanese food" from the previous life, which is also offered to Mr. Rittenheim, has been improved to 10,000 people.

The dishes are all made from a wide variety of ingredients and are abundant. Naturally, the food also comes out on this side, but I don't eat much because it's formally the entertainment side. Mr. Yurier ate it. I'm doing that, but let's not do it now.

I prefer customers who don't know how to eat something like this. Every time I ask how I eat, a pretty lady clerk comes up and explains it, so I stretch under my nose too. Mr. Rittenheim, your lower heart is sketchy.

"What do you think, Mr. Rittenheim? Is it in your mouth?

And Mr. Sophia glanced at us with cold eyes and opened his tease. Yes, it's just entertainment, not like this. I have to get down to business.

"Oh. I thought about it at first, but it's surprisingly good-looking stuff to say. No, no, I didn't know there was such a store in the Devil's City..."

"As I may have mentioned earlier, this shop is also a new shop in the Devil's City. The name will already be quite known in the Devil's City, but with Mr. Rittenheim here, it seems that the name has not yet arrived."

"It's a despicable place."

Ha-ha-ha, and laughing, he drops his gaze on the dish in front of him. And I don't know if you felt this conversation was the gateway to the negotiations, but the next thing he did let go was a word of irony.

"Well, as much as the amount of supplies your officers send, has your name arrived?

It is a laughing but not funny story. Let's keep a smiley face over here.

So, Mr. Yurier, stay, stay. Not yet, not yet. Don't look at me like I'm going to kill that rusty girl because it might be useless to be angry here. There's a chance he's being sarcastic before he even realizes it. Because that's what people are like in the world.

"... hey, Director"

Wait... I told you to wait! Piggy.

We'll stop her under the desk, and we'll have a nice, lively dinner party. Everywhere.

"It is true, though, that the transport of supplies to the front line is now delayed"

"Right. It's a total problem. No, my place is still fine, but many of my men make a scene when they don't have enough supplies, and Commander Kernten seems to be distressed..."

nigga. An ominous laugh.

This is like, "Well, I'm not in trouble, am I? I'm not in trouble. - You're in trouble. I think you should rely on me, huh? It would mean something like," It is an overt demand.

Here on request, yes, yes, please. Give it to me and I'll congratulate you on everything.

I'm pissed that scumbags like this are saying "I'm in a better position, so give me the money"...... but I have something to tell you before I do.

"Mr. Rittenheim seems to be mistaken. … no, you don't seem to understand the seriousness of the matter"

"... what does that mean?

"It's not like we don't have enough supplies. As you can see,"

That's what I say, show you the dish that spreads in front of you. Like Sushi Omei.

There is a wide variety of ingredients used. Naturally, I prepare alcohol, and I have everything else I need. And more importantly, this store is only privately run, not for military personnel.

During the war, supplies are basic and munitions take precedence over civilian needs. Naturally, the same goes for the Demon King's Army.

Yet so many items are prepared in private stores.

Naturally this was not prepared for Mr Rittenheim.

In other words, it is a performance that shows that "there are plenty of supplies".

But there is a serious shortage of supplies on the front line, as mentioned previously, or as shown by the businessness of the barracks station here recently.

The reason for this is the length of the supply line from the Devil's Capital to the Supply Plant, from the Supply Plant to the Front Line, and the lack of transport power coming from the breadth of the front.

We need to make this understood by bastards who don't know what's going on in the center on the front line.

"... if it's a normal story, it must be the other way around"

It was Eli who said.

Central tyranny, which does not know the reality of the field, is certainly a development that is well looked at.

But the center has a central say. We need to show this reality to the front-line nationists who do not know the reality of the centre.

"We have enough supplies at our disposal. But I don't have the means to carry it. That's the essential problem."

"... ho"

"In other words, the content of the 'cooperation' we need with Mr. Rittenheim ends in that regard."

"I see. Well, if this is something I can help you with, I wouldn't be too stingy to consult with you."

It looks like a flicker, the signal to show good faith is abominable.

Oh, isn't a demon statue enough?

But out of the question, it seems like he's the right person to talk to. Here's another push. That said, I'll just give you the gold. Then there's no art. Let's go here like a barracks station.

"Actually, that's where the idea for this meeting was. Mr. Rittenheim has something to ask you."

"What is it?

"Look here first"

That's what I'm gonna tell Mr. Sophia. She also nodded silently, showing the paperwork from inside the bag.

Apparently a little short-sighted, Mr. Rittenheim wore glasses out of his nostalgia and blinked several times at the title of the document.

Content is "Proposed reduction of the front on the iperide side".

It may have been perceived as ridiculous to shrink the front on the grounds of irregular weather. Mr. Rittenheim also sounded his nose,

"... I see. Do you want me to 'agree' to this? Sure, it's just content that can usually be bounced off if you submit it at a meeting."

And I answered grumpy.

Well, did I just say the point?

"Oh, no, don't get me wrong. What we ask of Mr Rittenheim is not 'consent'."

…………

"I want you to submit a proposal to reduce that front."

"... ha!?

Think normally, we know that the station will be scolded after being laughed at where they came up with this hand proposal. But if we do not try to achieve a radical solution: a measure of shrinking the front, that will not happen next year, even if this year has managed.

That's all I'll ever do.

On the Iperid side, the army stands out compared to other fronts, and that is the weekpoint on the barracks. If that point is incorporated into the strategy, it is not.

It would still be better if we dared to retreat here by placing our forces evenly and reducing the load on the barracks... I thought about it. Besides, I'm not smart enough to talk about strategy.

Around here, it is the result of boiling thought of as Eli or Sophia.

And if the person concerned were to submit the proposal, he could disperse the wasteful Hate against the station station station, and for them, he might get the surrounding psychological positive effect of "I'm surprisingly thinking about everyone if I think it's just dirty scum on gold..."

The question is whether the person responsible for overseeing that front can stand that humiliation. And on the spot are Commander Kernten and his hipster Rittenheim, who are super-expertialist and dirty to money and who, instead of easily accepting bribes, demand even more.

"- Well, I thought I could swallow that!

Mr. Rittenheim rises in anger.

I don't care what you think. How do you convince this guy to give his emotions priority over reason?

The answer is yes. is to make them understand the gains they can make by shrinking the front.

"... the story changes, did you know that there is a small city called Cadezza in the hilly area 40 miles southwest of Iperid Base?

"What? Suddenly what?"

"This is a city called Cadetza, but it's a hilly area, but it's hard to reach because of it, and it's also a neck on the barracks, isn't it? But, well, it's profitable for this one, considering that it would retreat each front by as much as 40 miles. The proposal to build a new command there has already been lifted. I've already contacted the Corps of Engineers to start designing specific facilities. Well, if only we could get the approval of the Lord Commander there."

…………

Blurry, and sit as you are.

Apparently, I understand what you're saying. My head spins fast on this.

What you're saying is simple.

"I don't want to create a command facility that incorporates your opinions in a great place to make misconduct difficult to communicate with the outside world."

That.

How would this proposal have sounded to these people who would not have been able to remodel their front-line facilities because of how many wrong-loving kids they are?

…………

Oh, I'm getting nasty, man.

It feels good. Apparently, we don't need any more persuasion.

"Oh, excuse me. You weren't talking about work during your meal. Forget it.... Ah, use that paper instead of a note, too. It's like garbage."

"... well, yeah, right. Let's get dressed."

Thus, after finishing a delicious meal surrounded by beautiful girls and young girls, Ms. Rittenheim withdrew strangely quickly on board the demonic statue she had received after the meeting.

At a later meeting, a proposal was submitted by the military commander on the Iperid side to reduce the load on the barracks.

"... ha"

In the middle of that meeting, Mr. Sophia sighed on such a scale that he could not hear the surroundings, but I could hear them.

"What's up?

"No, I wonder if those people are going to be more flashy and fraudulent, my stomach..."

Oh, you mean that. That would be fine.

"Don't worry. We are circulating information on that to the Gendarmerie through Mr Clemens in advance. This is part of the investigation."

"... what?

I told you I'd be in touch before... but didn't I tell you the details? Well, okay.

"It's interesting to see who's working illegally and where and on what scale when you're moving all kinds of supplies at the station..."

"Uh, uh, what's that about?"

"Mr. Sophia, I'm in the middle of a meeting, so please come back later."

Shh, and put an index finger on her mouth.

After making sure we weren't noticed, Ms. Sophia said,

"Are you telling me to continue the meeting while maintaining this sense of moya moya!?

And I was whispering and angry.