"So, Mr. Director. What happened to Mr. Yayoi and this one?
"That's a little subtle. He seems to be stuck."
"Well, people are unsuitable."
As usual, the barracks bureau's office.
It doesn't mean you're in no way skipping bickering at the sidelines of the bureaucrats moving around busily to prepare for the offensive. I just know that taking the right break turns the job efficiently.
You like that?
"But hey, you don't have to have a flying dragon to handle it, do you?
"I can't help it, unfortunately. When the enemy takes control of the airspace, the human army's ammunition observation aircraft will be able to fly freely, and we may not be able to send out aerial reconnaissance, and... hey, was this classified information?
Turn around and check the operational brief you have at hand.
Yeah, it's classified, after all. I'm afraid I'm going to lose it when I treat you to a drawer, though I don't have to think it's confidential or anything, even though it's left on my desk.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. We're military, right? Confidential and nothing..."
"The rank of a soldier determines whether he can get classified or not."
To put it plainly, 'it's not public to your security clearance' array. This information can only be ascertained by the Directorate-General and his secretary/deputy, as well as by the units in question.
"... but Director Ya"
"What is it, you look like a white collar in a torpedo boat hauler when a maid like that comes to the city of vice again"
"No, even if I don't know."
I didn't tell you to understand.
"Cohon. No, Mr. Director. I've always had something on my mind."
"What is it, Mr. Yurier?"
"... it would be a crime if I didn't spray it."
Hey, did anybody record what you just said? I'd like to use it as a blackmail material.
"But well, tell me, is there a big difference...? You know, it's easier to turn things around."
"Yes, yes. Even if I look like this, I'm a tough guy, right?
"... right. Well, give me a little ear..."
"Oh, I knew no"
For some reason, Mr. Yurier refused on the brink.
"Uh, why? Why? Why Isekai People?"
"Where's the word! No, I'm fine, because I don't want to die yet!
Damn it and Mr. Yurier running away as if frightened by something. What? What? I thought people would teach me a corner.
"How did you escape?"
"Right."
"That's strange"
"Right."
…………
Someone's been mixing up with the conversation.
No, no, you don't have that kind of betty development in reality. I checked the rear, horrified full of cold sweat with the feeling.
"Hi Akira. Are you doing your job?
…………
Turn around and there was him (His Majesty).
"Heh, heh?
"That's right. I don't love you, Your Majesty."
His Majesty Hell Arche for some reason behind the director of the barracks bureau office. Smiling constantly, its body makes you feel luscious or eroticism whenever you look at it.
However, the signs are strangely different this time. "Gogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogo" or "dodododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododo
You know what I mean? Ear Matta Cuomoits Canainer.
"... Your Majesty, I know you're in a good mood"
"Are you even close enough to say such a tough hello?
Nico smiling sire unchanged.
Gradually distancing subordinates. The only thing that remains the same is Mr. Sophia's work.
"and... and... and..."
A smile looms. Up to 5 cm tip of nose.
"Hia, hia"
"Is it my fantasy? Or is it some kind of mistake? I hear there's a guy at this station who leaks classified information..."
"No one would ever do that."
"Right?
"Yes, I am."
"" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ""
Laughing obedience. Uh, what an at-home place to work. The Demon King's Army, which can develop a family like relationship with a constant smile, can do rewarding work, and staff are always recruiting.
How dare you target the position of station director now? Beautiful, werewolf secretary also follows.
"Akira."
"Yes."
"I'm glad you tried."
"Yes."
His Majesty the Demon King. Seriously, the Demon King.
"Cohon. That's why. So does the director, but I want everyone to be careful how they handle confidential information. There was a spy in the human army a while back, and I want to be careful."
"" "Yes!
His Majesty nods satisfied with a clear response from all the stations. Do you know that reply was driven by fear? I guess you know......
"You have a good listening subordinate, Akira"
"We're all good."
"I have good men like you, too, don't I?
"I'm afraid so."
He almost killed me earlier, though.
"Don't be modest. I don't bother to go under incompetent men on my own feet. Most of the time, they come over here to slip sesame seeds."
"Haha...... so did you really get this far with your 'feet'?
It seems impossible for someone who wasn't in this room to stand behind you at some point. If you're in the room, if you don't notice any signs, you can be in the back. Because occasionally Mr. Sophia can do that.
Well, I don't know if you used some kind of magic or something because you're His Majesty.
"Heh heh. That's exactly why I came here today."
"Huh...? In the meantime, how did you get here?
"Easy. I've used magic to 'transfer' this far. From the underground ritual we used when we summoned you."
Wow. Cheat magic is finally available to compete for one or two alongside storage magic in a novel of otherworldly fantasy stuff. Where? Doors are 22nd century technology, Mother.
"That magic would solve the transport problem of the barracks all at once......! Your Majesty, how can you teach me the ultimate in that magic..."
With doors everywhere ● you can carry as much supplies as you want anywhere! I don't need a demon statue or a railroad! Storage magic simplification research is stuck, and one chance at metamagic to complete this soldier station novel at once -
"There's no reason to teach. I don't want to kill you yet."
"What?"
"Nah, whatever I say, I can handle it because I'm the strongest person in the world, but I hope he'll be something else..."
"What does that mean?
"You want to hear it?
"Unless it's confidential!
"Slightly confidential, so let's move the place"
That said, His Majesty points to the door on the barracks wall. It's my bedroom.
Your Majesty invited me, alone in the bedroom.
... No, it doesn't make any sense, does it?
"Hehe. I can finally be alone with you... I'm new here, so be nice, okay?
"" What are you talking about, Your Majesty!?
Me and Sophia, who were supposed to be working at last, scream at the same time. Mr. Sophia's face is bright red. Look at that. His Majesty is nibbling. Sounds fun and above all.
What's wrong, Sophia? Nothing else, huh?
"Even so, the text is weird!
"What the fuck? You're not honest at all. If you want to mix, you can say you want to mix. Give me the first shot."
"What is His Majesty really saying!?
Um, sounds like fun. Mixed. In the meantime.
"Leave the joke in half."
"Oh, is that half?
"Oh, it's not my first time."
"Is it there by any chance!?
Ha-ha-ha, and laughing, Your Majesty. Really, this guy...
"You guys have been busy. Let's just ask you into the bedroom to talk. [M] Are you worried about Sophia?
"............... I'm sorry to bother you!
Yeah, Mr. Sophia, you're not coming into the room with me because you believe in His Majesty's joke just now, are you? You know I'm still on duty and there's still plenty of men in the next room, right?
His Majesty and Mr. Sophia enter the room with that kind of concern for me. Then I was about to come in, and Liina whispered to me, listening to the whole thing.
"Dear Director... Um, wow, me, I'm rooting for you. Hey!
I feel so misunderstood.