Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

I didn't think it would be so hard to handle it after the war.

One street of work shall be completed and laid back.

Physical fatigue is not even that much thanks to status and skills.

But mental fatigue is tremendous.

Because the job I was doing was checking the war casualty roster and getting ready for a sight for the survivors.

The Eighth Army, led by me, has quite a few victims.

More than half of them died after I was forced to attack the enemy and attack them halfway.

Every time I looked at the roster, I could hear their grudges against me.

And the figure of the surviving family surrounding the recovered body.

I must offer them my heartless condolences. [M]

Don't put your heart into it.

I don't deserve to do that.

I forced them to go to the dead, because I have to be a terrible boss.

I wouldn't even allow myself to be immersed in sentiment like this.

I tried not to think about it and even processed it after the war. [M]

The fort where I fought has collapsed by my hand, so it is no longer of strategic value to occupy.

I can't help but occupy a pile of rubble.

But we had to recover the bodies of the dead in both armies who were left behind after the battlefield, as well as the supplies that were in the fort.

When left alone, the battlefield thief takes the root.

Most of the supplies in the fort were useless when I crushed the fort, but I was lucky enough to recover them intact and stored without collapse.

What was harder than that was recovering the body.

Responsible for the recovery were, of course, the survival of the Eighth Army and newly hired personnel.

Most of them are just dead and knowledgeable people.

There were times when I discovered a body I knew and cried and stopped working hands.

This is the sight I created.

I'm about to lose my word.

Still, I can't shut up.

"Don't cry, move," he throws a hard word at the sobbing workers.

I have a grudge. I look back at people who look me in the eye with more than that.

To that stare with intimidation, they had no choice but to lay down their faces and give in.

The face of the Eighth Army was originally a gathering group that had nothing to do with me.

My loyalty to me has never begun.

That is what is turning into enmity and awe as we are forced to go to the dead and mourn many of our comrades.

to irrational death, hatred.

But I can't resist.

The depressed thoughts come through with a shine.

As it were, he was an evil general tying his men up with fear.

There is no justice anywhere.

But this is the path I chose.

I can't go back now.

I sighed heavily, and I rose from my private room chair.

Today, after this, there will be a meeting gathering the Legion Leaders.

Leave the private room and head to the conference room.

Along the way, I came across Mr. Melazophis perfectly.

"Hi."

"Hi."

Greet each other with few mouths.

Mr. Melazophis is Mr. Sophia's squire.

In addition, since I became Legion Leader, I have been given a lot of care as a senior Legion Leader.

He's a quiet person, not one who opens his mouth to waste, but the atmosphere is heavy sometime today.

I'm sure you're feeling down for reasons similar to mine.

The blue complexion always looks all the more pale today.

We head straight to the conference room silently with each other.

If I opened the door and let him in the conference room, the equally heavy atmosphere Dallado Legion Commander was already in his seat.

However, the Dallado Legion Commander looks more intense in physical fatigue than in spiritual.

Unlike me and Mr. Melazophis, the Commander of the Dallado Army is an ordinary demon clan.

Status is also low for that matter.

I'm sure, in addition to the fatigue during the war, he even more fatigued with post-war treatment.

"No, Lord Merazophis and Lord Lars."

I don't have the usual hegemony in my voice either.

He's so tired.

"Good luck"

I said that unexpectedly.

"Wet. Do I still look tired?

"Yeah, a lot"

I can't help being deluded, so I'll share my honest thoughts.

"As pitiful as it may be. He defeats on the big stage because of it, and then exposes himself to the ugliness so far in processing. It's all about losing confidence."

The leader of the Dallado army laughed powerlessly.

There, the Kogou army commander enters the room in good time.

The Legion Leader of the Giant Han took his seat as he felt the indoor atmosphere or aroused and behaved suspiciously.

The Commander of the Kogou Army is also pale.

More or less, do you mean the Legion Leader is being pursued by intense duty?

I'll wait for the beginning of the meeting about my seat, too.

After a while, Mr. White came into the room.

When I came into the room, it was like I was looking at the Commander of the Kogow Army, though it might be my fault.

Mr. White has closed his eyes, so I don't know where he's looking.

"Hey, there you are."

Soon Ariel was in the room, blinded by Mr. White.

We don't have all the corps chiefs, but the rest would mean absenteeism.

More than that, Mr. Bart's complexion standing next to Mr. Ariel sucks.

I still have a dying earthen tone, will you be all right?

"Good luck with the post-war processing, everyone. So, I'm sorry about your tiredness, but you're still getting me to work. I want you to hurry up with the restructuring of your army for the next battle."

We didn't all put it on our faces, but I'm sure we'll have what we thought together.

Give me a break.