Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

"It's a pain in the ass..."

The castle of Count Knugi in Klinge.

In the clerk's office in it, Lianya was stuck on a solo desk in front of a mountainous document.

In the first place, a human being named Lotus Womb is somewhat fleshy and sensory oriented, and for brainy or logical tasks, it is an area that does not suck at anything that can be fatal.

On top of that, Lianya herself was not a legitimate Earl who was originally educated as an aristocrat, and if you add further, she was not even a person in the world where Lianya originally is now.

To such a human being, now carry out your work as a nobleman, the fact that there is no decent achievement to be achieved where it has been tried, and there is no way that it can be broken down and done efficiently, is not difficult to predict from what anyone has seen, the ultimate natural result.

Count Knugi's territory, starting with Klinge, managed by such Lotus Ya, somehow operated without any problems so far, thanks, for one thing, to the presence of Meilia, who is borrowing from the Grand Duke, and the presence of Frau, who is in charge of the work in a field that is not a few places on his own to do them.

With regard to Frau, since he is originally a follower of Lianya, the head of the maids who work for Klinge and the general manager of all sorts of more troublesome things, he is Lianya, who hopes to continue to work hard to encourage him in his duties, but with regard to Mairia, he is almost certain that he will have to return to where he should be, since he is the next candidate for supreme power in a country that is currently the largest and most powerful among the nations present within the realm of the human race.

I am currently working on the development of the civilian population on a rapid pitch in Klinge, but the aim of developing so many people that I can fill the hole after Meyria falls out has so far not stood at all.

When the time comes, wondering what the hell will happen to Klinge, Lianya feels a different chill than when she is in the middle of the battle.

Anyway.

At present, Lianya's head was troubled by the mountains in the office and a number of documents piled up in it.

From Lianya's perspective, that amount, which can only be described as enormous, is also the result of narrowing it down to narrow down, carefully selecting only those that will really need approval from Lianya, the Count, when she is made to speak to Meilia.

When Lianya complained that there were still too many, Mayria, who was diligently applying lotion to her face and so on, where she was suffering from a lack of sleep due to the strenuous work of the day, and rough skin was beginning to hide, turned to the fading vain eyes of the light and told her this in a truly pale way with a completely emotional voice, with a grin that kept the hearts and boldness of the beholder out of the cold.

"So I will also relinquish my duties, so can you do as the Count pleases later?

This is out of the joke, and Lianya, who instantly realized that she had already gotten into plenty from the toe of her leg to the heavenly side of her head instead of her toe in a really dangerous condition, sat down on the spot without blinking people's eyes and begged for forgiveness, and although she was a little stubborn, she managed to get her mood fixed this way to this day.

"I resent my older Sister Zion than I do...... your skin is so perfect, and there's more than a crowd out there, and there's not even room to pinch where you pull in...... God is unfair"

"What do you want me to complain about? Do you have a message to contact God?

"Please. And take responsibility for that, too, Mr. Lenya. Mainly in the sense of being a recipient."

"No, that's..."

"If you're concerned about the order, no problem. Sister Theon's right to inherit from the Grand Duke of Triden is alive, so you just have to put it in the Grand Duke."

"You, are you willing to destroy your country?

Meilia gets an indescribable look when she gets stuck like that without getting her hair stuck in the straight face Lianya.

"A legitimate assessment, I know, but the speed with which it leads to that response is too pitiful. No, well, I don't mean for the country to perish either, so I was wondering if it would be all right if I took up the post of Chancellor without involving Sister Zion in the government of the country."

"But right? It's legal or humanitarian to marry both your sister and your sister at once, what about that anyway?

Think in the light of common sense, which is as knowledge in Lianya, the act of bigamy was classified as an act of crime.

Quite a while ago, there was a combination of knowledge that such things were also admitted, but I also find it difficult to shake my neck vertically if asked if I wanted to do it.

"There is no law regulating the number of persons to be married, at least within the Principality of Triden. If you still say you care about Mr. Lenya, let me enact a law recommending that you marry your sisters alone at once? I don't know about this, but if I care about it, it's about as viable as tomorrow, right?

"Will you stop... I don't know what they'll say from around me after I'm dead"

In all seriousness, there was a danger that they might let them change the laws of the country for their own desires and be told off as the man who made their sisters his own daughter-in-law.

At the moment, I was aware that there would already be no lok way of speaking in future generations, but that's not why I like it and want to increase my notoriety.

The reason why Lianya and Meilia were supposed to have such a crappy conversation was that this was also brought about by documents that were occurring in large quantities, but when it came to why Lianya had become the feather that generated so much paperwork, one reason was that Lianya had left Klinge empty in order to secure Alberto's stature.

But more direct reasons than that include the fact that at the same time as holding onto its Alberto figure, Lianya has returned with Klinge a number of dragon tribes that reach the triple digit.

When they returned to Klinge, Klinge fell into a light panic.

I wondered if there was a dazzling flash of light in the city square, and suddenly there appeared an armed dragon soldier and a dragon people who were getting dirty and tired.

It is still a better category to panic about what the hell happened, and even some soldiers on the Klinge side began to prepare for an immediate interception, thinking that the Dragon tribe might have been angry at the Count's previous predisposition and planned a self-destruction-ready raid.

Such noise was healed thanks to the fact that the dragon tribes were followed by Scion with a grand attitude and Lianya in a state with Kirier resting on her back without power.

From Lianya, if all of a sudden an armed soldier appeared in the middle of the city, and that was also the number there, it was only natural that the scene would be confused, and I wanted to complain to Killier about one of the more places to appear and use my powers, but the words of the complaint were swallowed up and I tried to stabilize the scene because it was because of the number of people who climbed to the triple digits at a time, and carried them for quite a long time, or because I couldn't even wake up my body with all my efforts, and more importantly because I was certain that Killier was the meritor of this one.

It was the dragon tribes who followed us to Klinge like that, but no matter how Klinge was a city designed by good technicians like Frau and Emil and supported by an excellent way of doing business called Meilia, there is no way that suddenly there is a facility that can accommodate such a large number of people, and there is no way that clothing arrangements can be prepared in sufficient quantities.

Materials for the construction of temporary dwellings for the Dragon Nation in the form adjacent to the city of Klinge, and permission to use the land for this purpose.

or securing personnel dealing with them.

In addition to the Dragon Nation, food and clothing items had to be prepared up to the workers' portion.

Release of emergency stockpiles, procedures for borrowing and purchasing supplies from other cities and aristocratic territories, etc.

Documents were really needed to facilitate such work, and the amount of work, combined with the amount of work, made it a carriage where documents like mountains occurred.

This was a huge enemy for Lianya.

We are not talking about cutting and solving anything, because neither the mighty force nor the inexhaustible magic made any sense before this problem.

Because of this, Meilia caused her skin to become very rough due to fatigue and lack of sleep, and Lianya became a feather holding her head in front of a pile of stacked documents.

"Count, I have brought you additional documents."

The office door was opened and it was probably one of the civilian men who came in.

As the clerk approaches the desk where Lianya is sitting, he leaves behind a bunch of paperwork with a handful on the desk.

From that paperwork mountain gap, Lotus Ya turned his resentful gaze toward the civilian, and although he wandered for a moment, when he immediately took Lotus Ya's gaze directly from the front whether he remembered his duties, he let his nose tinkle.

"Even with those eyes, you can only hope you don't have anything to lose, Count. It keeps judging us and many times the amount of paperwork we have. And the paperwork keeps increasing momentarily, so give up here and get to work."

Even though there will still be more, Lianya will at least try to resist.

"We're in a time of war, so can't we simplify it more?

"I'm in a state where I've already skipped some of the normal procedures, even as things stand."

There is no way to be Lianya if you are so annoyed by a civilian that you seem sorry.

Later, to be said solemnly, there was no alternative to working in the processing of documents.

"Before the Demon King fights them, I guess the paperwork will kill me..."

At least if the presence of the Demon King is the opponent, even if it may be a tough battle, the problem will be solved, and if you try from Lianya, the paperwork will be more tricky than the Demon King's.

At last, if the paperwork were the opponent, the presence of the brave man would not help in any way, so the demon king was still more sublime than the paperwork, and a civilian gave a powerless laugh to Lianya, who accidentally put it into words while causing a misaligned thought to circle in her head.

"It's like a countess to say that."

"Well, I don't think I'm the only Count thinking about fighting the Demon King."

From the inhabitants of this world, it was thought that demon kings are what brave men fight for, and that normal soldiers have only as much role to play as the exposures to get there.

In other words, even if we had raised the world and fought the Demon Nation, the only meaning of that battle was to carry the brave to the Demon King.

Moreover, if we look at it from the general public, in the first place, the very existence of the Demon King and the Brave One has little to do with ourselves, only in the story, and there are few people who think about them properly.

That is why none of them, like Lianya, thought that if the Demon King also cut it, would be able to handle it, even in this world.

"Let's quit the aristocracy and run..."

I shrugged softly and to Lianya's word, the movement of a civilian who had placed additional documents on his desk stops.

With a strong grin on his face, Lianya continued to bump and whine as if he could not get a glimpse of a civilian watching how Lianya was doing.

"It's not like I'm a nobleman who wanted to be in the first place. It doesn't matter if I throw away here or I'm not in trouble... it's not right for me to be noble in the first place, and I couldn't have done it from the beginning."

"Count......?

"Even I gathered five brave men, and you can handle about the Demon King. Then if I sneak into the realm of the Beasts and live in seclusion, no one can blame me me?

"Count? How serious are those words?

"Pretty serious for you"

If Saara and Lianya replied, the clerk stared at Lianya's face with a hardened smile for a while, then suddenly he rushed to the entrance and exit of the office, from there he shouted out.

"The Count has been distracted!"

"Hey, who's the mess..."

Dawn on the processing of the documents. If it is said that it was a word that came out of lost consciousness, but it is distracting, then Lianya and I become a little distracted.

But that wasn't the end of the civilian scream.

"Get a soldier! Request the brave men to deploy!

"Wait a minute, how come there's a brave man out there"

"Contact Master Frau! The Count is planning to escape!

Irrespective of Lotus Ya's thoughts as to why Flau's name appeared there, suddenly there began to be signs that the interior of the castle would become gracious, and Lotus Ya put her hand on her forehead as she sighed.

< I'll notify, I'll notify. All the soldiers in the castle have moved to the first type of wartime system. Permit the use of all the weapons in the castle, as well as any damage to the surrounding facilities. The brave men are fully armed and rushing to the office. Both Zion and Kroir names should be moved to the final line of defense >

To the voice of Meliá ringing in the castle, Lianya leans down from her forehead as she makes a dull noise.

"Hey there... let me stop this foolishness because I'm not running away..."

Lotus Yay didn't know where or what was going on, but as she flaunted her face at the noise of a shitty bell that began to ring in the castle, Lotus Yay told the civilian who had begun the commotion to do so in a suppressing voice.

The clerk, somewhere suspiciously watching Lotus Ya, shouts out again when he sees that apparently Lotus Ya is really unwilling to move out of his desk.

"The Count has given up. - Whoa!

< Notify. The alert has been lifted. Each individual is disarmed according to the prescribed procedures. Please move to the normal system >

It was unclear from where the hell and by what route communication was being made, but Meyria was immediately told to lift her alert posture and the castle would restore calm.

Listening to the noise in the castle, which was healing slightly, Lianya began to look at the contents of the documents even as she gave up all sorts of things when she took a document that she did not know how many would be.