Neta Chara

* Kunelua point of view

The Anarchist Crusade has been rallied for months.

My job is unusual. I've been demanding a busy day.

Changes were also taking place in my position when a young Julius was promoted to the rank of Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Army as a successor to Arborest in the voice of His Majesty Shifa's crane.

With Leticia back on duty as assistant secretary to Julius, I was put in a store for anything I didn't know.

Speaking of the Tabernacle Chief, he is the head of the Tabernacle who plans various practices and oversees them in order to assist commanders and heads of complex organizations, institutions and other command systems in the military, but he is a shop for whatever he does.

He has been brought in with presentations, petitions and compromises from various quarters, and has been made to explain to the Ministers, beginning with His Majesty Shifa, the task of capturing the military budget.

If I had an old man, I would never have been this busy, but young Julius and Leticia alone could not resist the cabinet of skilled kingdom aristocrats and inevitably my work would have increased.

Old man... this one could have been hell...

Life continues with only about two hours of daily sleep, but also with the patronage of Prime Minister Aldo and His Majesty Sifa, and the Royal Army, which bore the brunt of the crusade, was gradually being rebuilt.

In the meantime, Elsa, his daughter-in-law, gave birth to a child and was a healthy boy, thus naming him Arborest Jr.

I will have fulfilled what I promised my old man in the crusade, but it is the beads that are too energetic for Arborest Jr.

But the child's presence is motivating me.

Because no matter how tired I went home, if I saw the face of my wife and child, I would have been able to work hard again the next day.

Travers, my father-in-law pushed me to blame for the incident, and he was unfaithful. I think if Arborest's old man hadn't picked me up, he would have drowned wild somewhere.

When I thought so, I thought people's edges were strange.

"Chief of the Cunella, is the next meeting in?

The male secretary pushed me back into reality when I was caught in the thought of escaping reality.

As a clerical ghost in Wang Du, I had absolute confidence in clerical work. There is a pile of unsettled paperwork stacked in front of my desk.

I was absolutely confident in my ability to handle affairs, but the workload of the chief of the kingdom was more than I imagined.

"What's on the agenda for the next meeting?

"Ah, yes. They say the limit for sweetening payments to the garrison is how much is appropriate."

Paki.

The fountain pen I had in my hand broke in two.

I don't care how much I pay for a garrison snack, I think it's wrong.

Gaze at the reported male secretary.

"Cancel. There's no meeting like that. Demote the head of the event to the ranks of soldiers on a reduced salary."

"Huh? Oh, yes. So, what about the later meeting that determines the violation of clothing provisions in the Wang Du Police Service and the meeting that determines the angle of regular arms during the Royal Army ceremony?

Pakin.

The fountain pen, which was in the middle of two, shattered and scattered.

The male secretary looks at this one in horror.

Neither meeting is serious enough to hold a meeting.

If you say so, it was a meeting for a meeting.

"Do the same to the organizers of the two meetings!! Now you've got your plans for today."

"Eh, there was something else... A meeting to decide on a manual for the care of supplies and…"

"I'm done! All meetings are cancelled today. Let it be discussed in the Under-Secretary or Department Manager class. The next crappy meeting comes up to me, I'm gonna fly them all."

I was kicked out by the number of lousy meetings.

The men I grew up with are also stationed everywhere, but they are overwhelmingly understaffed, and these irrelevant cases come to me like avalanches.

Half the pile of paperwork in front of you isn't worth considering, either.

It is a document that does not cause any real harm to the Royal Army even if it is burned in a fireplace.

Old man... I know exactly why you wanted talent... this is definitely stressful.

Having taken a position close to my predecessor, Arborest, I am in an ungrateful situation where I can understand the causes of my old man's stress.

"It's rough. Chief of the Cunella"

It was Julius who came into the room to take up the post of Secretary.

As a general, I am quite competent, but I am encouraged by the military because cats are better off when it comes to administrative skills.

Thanks to this, you are in a position to do whatever you want freely, the colour of your face is shiny and seems to be overly lively.

"Secretary Julius. Let me hit you once to relieve my stress."

Because he was a colleague who ran through the same battlefield, Julius and I were friends who could easily say things beyond their positions.

"That's troublesome. If the General Secretary bruises his face blue, he'll tell you what's going on."

"Well, I'll be on parental leave for about three days, so don't ask me to handle the affairs. This, all"

Show Julius the paperwork on my desk and start shitting and going home.

It is driven by the sense of purpose that senior personnel must take the initiative to use the military system introduced yesterday to support parenting.

It's not an enemy escape.

"Huh? Huh?

"What, because Julius is still single, he said he doesn't have to go home for like three days. Look, you can treat the male secretary there with you. He's single, too. If you two are willing to die, it will be over. It ends."

When I sat Julius on the executive desk, I sent my gaze to the male secretary, who was watching what was happening in the war.

He nodded as he looked pale as he was ready to die.

"Then I left the rest to you. I'll take care of Arborest Jr., so don't call me anything but serious."

I left it to Julius and the male secretary to return to my home where my beloved son and daughter-in-law would wait all the way.

When we returned to the office after three days off, we were both dried with faces that seemed to be spitting our souls out of our mouths, thanks to which we were able to refresh ourselves.

Julius learned this lesson by informing the entire army that he would severely punish the holding of unnecessary meetings and paperwork, and succeeded in slimming administrative tasks such as various meetings and paperwork at my initiative, and I succeeded in gaining time to love my wife and wife.