Jui-san no Oshigoto in Isekai

One day, it was in the captain's office in the barracks.

"Lord Commander, go ahead."

"Hmm, thanks. Glen."

Liz had put her foot on a messy, unorganized executive desk and was reading the report diagonally.

Next to it stands Glenn, the deputy commander, like a secretary, with several members lined up in a side-by-side row in front of them.

They are among the slave knights whose job it is to gather information.

I am not particularly familiar with Quina among them, although she is of the right age and gender.

That's sometimes as small as her head one minute above average, but the biggest cause would be that only one person seeped sweat and stood awkwardly even as the others were tightening their faces tight.

"~ ………"

"... Kohon"

Well, in short, only one guy screwed up his job.

As for the other knights, I can't break the mask on this occasion, but I have to sympathize when I see a quina full of blue.

Pressure like this would be harsh on a girl whose mind and body haven't grown up yet.

I want to take your place if you can. Everyone on this scene thought so, and that kind of emotion was leaking even as my face tightened.

- Except for Liz, who keeps her body deep in Iss.

(What is the captain thinking...)

Everyone thought so.

Liz doesn't have any facial changes when she's reading the report at all. One eyebrow didn't move, and it was just a doll to blink.

No one has ever seen emotions except for playing pranks from time to time or putting on a look of madness when killing.

Everyone would be frightened of the fear of death if they were here, and I would only allow my companions to lean on me.

Yet Liz is different.

I have little joy and sorrow when I'm in an organization like this. I just get a masked look more than anyone else.

That's all the members were saddened that Liz was different from them. Without much interest in her life, including herself, she is only a hound who carries out her orders.

Liz, who looked through to the last one, hands the report to Glenn.

Everyone had their attention turned to what to say at the top of the opening.

Then she slackened her mouth.

"Knock, haha!

I just held my belly and laughed a little bit.

"Glenn, I left my seat to you," she rises, without blaming or complimenting her when she finishes laughing.

"Lord Commander, please wait. Throw me a job."

"Hmm, there's nothing in particular to say from me. Boulders are my cute crew. No problem at this rate."

Liz, not laughing, presses the report against Glenn's thick chest plate.

All I'm saying is that I left it to your father with a hatefully clear face.

Where it's not weird that Glenn should have a kid about Liz, either.

If I'm getting hit by the look on my face and I'm letting the words tuck in my throat, I'll be slipped out of my nostalgia.

"No, no..."

This is the hand every time.

He always puts it on her back or visions her face before realizing his failure.

Liz like that went by next to a quina that got even more cocky. Okay, I stroked her head, and she just left.

There is no smell at all. He just wanted to.

... no reprimand from my best boss for now.

Glenn takes his seat with an obvious troubled face as he exhales with nothing but a relief and a quina first.

Quina's sweat began to twitch and increase as soon as possible.

The reason for this is extrapolation.

……

Glenn rubbed his eyebrow when his head ached.

The non-Quina members seeped bitter laughter in their masks with sympathy for both directions.

Liz and Quina are both girls with problems. Glenn's hard work dealing with that in one hand would be considerable.

Anyway, the footsteps until I sat in the captain's seat were heavy enough to represent it.

He doesn't open one because he already has the contents of the report in mind. Ha and I was exhaling to get back on my mind, and I was beginning to compile a report that seemed real.

"Guys, let's start very well"

"No" and "yes" are answered up at once.

Even in the middle of that, Quina just grabbed her fist and got nervous. He thinks this word is directed at someone other than himself.

It was also a sad fact that that was not a mistake.

"First of all, we did a good job capturing the new intermediate. I am relieved that my regular enemies seem to be doing well.... and then Quina, don't cry yet"

"... ugh"

Quina was about to break her tear glands because of the heavy load.

Glenn, who had noticed the omen as soon as possible, instructed the next ladies' group member with his jaw to begin prompt consolation.

Glenn is not willing to blame me and make me cry.

It's just that I'm a slave knight with a loose discipline from the beginning just because it's up there, so if I keep it in order, I'm out of tightness.

"Well, Quina. For the record, why are only citizen rumors on the report?

"That's all I could find out..."

"Well, that's the only way to get there, which means there's less harmful movement to the eagles in the first place. Pleasant there."

Send me a word to the point where I won't cry the muggled quina.

But when it came to the things that were up in her report, it was just information that she saw zombies and ghouls all over the city, or people acting odd.

No matter how useless it is for defence. That's like an agenda for a housewife's wellside meeting.

- By the way, I made sure of the latter, and it turns out it was caused by demons that turn into people.

This is a demon trying to simulate to a subrace. It was supposed to be able to shut out at the gate in order to also have a characteristic body odor from carnivores.

It should be good because we need to be able to find out if someone did it in bad faith or if it was terrorism because they just got mixed up in some mistake on that point.

"Seems like you can rip your hands off that much for now, and keep Quina under guard like she did before."

"Oh, hey..."

"... you can do whatever you want now. Go to your table and keep your health warm."

It is unique to a slave knight not to be called a break here.

If you are a slave knight, the only thing you can call a break is minimal sleep.

Hiring knights costs money in the first place. If we use it for war, we have a reward, and if we die, we have to have that kind of security deposit.

But using slaves instead raises the cost cheaply.

It's risky because of its low level of proficiency, but survivors have a lot of qualities and if it lasts long enough, it does a lot of work. It is a disposable group that is also diverse because it is a collection.

He dies one after another from the unusable, the incapacitated.

It was no longer normal for 10% to 20% to be replaced in six months.

But there is also a connection because it is such a gathering. The Slave Knights, so to speak, were like a big family. People quickly leaned in on the depressed Quina.

"Look, Quina. If you're late for work, you'll be in a cage, right? He said we should hurry."

"I know you didn't tell me..."

I hear a voice in Quina sitting in the back of the armory.

It is not an information-gathering group.

I had to move over there to a less tired security hold, so I came instead, but it was Nora.

She's usually in charge of security in front of the castle gate, but today she's been spared time because of training in the barracks.

"You slapped a man in the face in the ground, didn't you?

"... yeah. I've been told many times not to, but I couldn't. Oh, no..."

"Mm-hmm. That's right."

When it comes to the fundamentals of gathering information, it's a big mistake to think of it as an authentic investigation. Information is a treasure stored in a person's head. If we're going to get that, we're going to need the right way.

So often the most powerful information is only available about infiltration, torture, money and body.

The Quinas purchase information in their own way, but only the last choice is left, especially with her incapacitated.

But there was never an example of her success in masculinity.

If so, the information that can be gathered is of low importance, so that it becomes just something that doesn't leave the rumor area.

"Anyway, if it was the bottom line of being born like us, it would be hard if it came from the good guys, wouldn't it? I wish I could take your place."

……

"But you're already a slave, too."

"Yeah."

Nora ran out of words.

Quina doesn't deny it there either.

Slave knights as well as city people. Because I knew there was no salvation, except for nobility and so on, that everyone living in this world was not filled but depressed that they were unhappy.

That's about as much as I've known in pain in the past year.

"Though he's a bastard, he might blow it off, but that's too rough a cure. You have to take advantage of what you have. You're still blessed with nature."

"... I've heard that many times. So much so that my ears are octopus."

"That's right. I envy you because you have two things we don't have. To the face, to the law? Uh, jealous! Security is under guard, really! Good, that guy.... We were treated like human beings for the first time besides slave knights. I wish someone like that would pick it up."

Nora was always bright and no one had ever seen her sinking, but I felt Quina heard her vegan girlfriend in this voice.

Staring unexpectedly, Nora laughs blindfolded as she notices her gaze.

"Here, stand up, pussy girl!

"Ah!?

Bachi no! and the sound of sounding in the arsenal.

The blow made red leaves on Quina's back.

Bitter painful back.

When I tried to grudge at the tears, I was pushed with a set of security gear.

"There you go. You were your weapon. You have to live once in a while."

"Ugh......, Nora's Barca!! Kindness hurts. No! One day the fox will eat you!

Saying it off like a losing zero, Quina jumps out of the arsenal.

Looks like I've had enough energy to replenish it.

But the slave knight who came in to replace him has a doubtful face as to what that was.

"Oh, alle? You think it's some local art in Quina? A good person would be a man, but a woman, but a fox would eat it sexually. I don't know if you're praising me or cursing me. It's a throwaway zero, isn't it, alle?"

"Oh, absolutely."

Nora dropped off the back of such a quina, "Oh, boy, I can take care of it."