In one of the buildings, I was there.
The discomfort in that room is hard to exhaust to the brush tongue. It makes me feel as if I'm even a prisoner in prison.
This oppressive room is addressed to me.
Physically and mentally, I can't breathe.
... This is hell. Once again, did I miss a choice?
I can't help but sigh zero. The dark fatigue will be seeping through the expression. I don't even have to bother looking in the mirror.
"I can't do this anymore! No more... no more..."
Following the sigh, there is also zero crying.
Somebody get me out of this hell!
Hell that annoys me in its present progression. - I called that name paperwork hell.
This is one of the garrisons of the Fine Mercenary Regiment, which occupies a painting of the merchant city of Leibra. The interior was too cluttered.
Processed paperwork - at the cost of sleep, its achievements - is made up of mountains.
Still, the outstanding cases are pushing forward like a tsunami…
The terrible thing about that oppression. Physically and spiritually, I go hunting down the Lord in this room.
"Sleepy, do you want me to lie down a little? But at least this is all we need to clean up..."
Yes, the only person who sees painful eyes later is himself.
With a dirty hand with ink, re-grip the feather pen. Come on, one more step... The rattling and the sound of doors opening.
It frustrates my nose when I renew my determination and try to resume work.
Giroli and turned his gaze toward the door. At the end of that gaze is the figure of a man wearing a hat with flashy feathers.
The sight of it, even the lack of sleep makes it tighter, sharper.
"You don't look good, Lil 'Camus."
"How many times do you want me to tell you to stop calling me that?
"Well, you're right. Unlike you, my head is empty.... Is it hard to remember?
"Then I will wait for the day when the contents will be packed without much anticipation"
In a low voice, throw a spicy dialogue.
Most importantly, the man laughed naggingly and didn't seem to notice at all.
Damn, he's the one with the epilepsy.
It's called words and deeds, it's called a wrapping atmosphere, and it's someone you can't really like.
Oh, by the way, Lilka Mouse is a kind of rat that lives in this world.
Compared to its torso, it is a rat with an oversized head.
When used against people, it is equivalent to the Japanese word "overhead".
Though I'm not that smart a person......
But he insults modern Japanese higher education. Compared to medieval humans, in twelve minutes, they deserve to be treated as intellectuals.
Well, the result, Lilka Mouse, is...
"So? What the hell can I do for you, Lieutenant?
I ask the flashy hat man - Vice Commander Konrat.
The voice may include vigilance.
But I can't help it all. Anyway, when people come to this room, it's time to bring in new jobs.
"We're going to have an induction ceremony. Lil 'Kamouth, as well, as a clerk. You got it?
"I, at all, haven't fallen asleep, but... what about the veto?
"Hehe, there can't be"
"Right."
Fuck you, Black Workplace!
Once poisoned inside, I exhaled a deep sigh of giving up.
Work as a clerk.... so no one is in that position but me...
In other words, my leaving is a certainty.
No matter how much other work I accumulate, I can't say no.
And that doesn't stay just the clerk's job.
Not surprisingly, I had concurrent secretarial, accounting, supply, … etc., and mercenary secretarial duties, the bulk of which.
Oh, my God, Dos, it's a black workplace. Not very, but not a decent human working place.
I knew I was making a mistake.
But then, what was the right thing to do?
Vice Commander Konrat recalled how he was supposed to work here, whilst snuggling outside the room.
"Oh, um...!
Squeeze your courage and speak to the men.
Then, at the same time, my gaze concentrates on this one. That gaze is alarming and hard to say friendly.
"Well, I'm not suspicious."
I said it myself, and I don't have to wonder what that is.
I'm suspicious, and no one will ever declare themselves suspicious.
Well, but as you can see, I'm a helpless little girl.
Alert fades quickly....................................................... What the hell is that supposed to mean?
The gaze of the men is on my outfit, or the long sword in my right hand...... Ah!
I remember what I look like right now.
He wraps his bloodstained sword around his whole body, wiping his blood, but holding a peeling sword.
... Now if you don't have any vigilance, you have to say that that human sense of crisis is greatly lacking.
I see. Not if you're good at it for such a long time!
I rush, throw a long sword. And raise your hands to represent no hostility.... Hands-up, does it even go through here?
Ugh, the men's gaze hurts.
For a while, we stare at each other silently. Ugh, my stomach makes my stomach swell.
Something tells me to show you the move quickly, pray.
Then, did you get your wish? Suddenly, a man called Captain returns his horse's head and enters this way.
"I'm Linus, head of the Mercenary Corps, who has a deal with the Medes Border Reverend. Daughter, who are you?
"I'm a traveler staying in the village of Doremi, north of here"
I just lie a little bit. No way, fool. I can't honestly say I'm a different world.
Besides, even if you say you're a villager, you'll be suspicious because of my unique appearance.
"The village of Doremi in the north...... Again, was it raided in the village of Doremi as well?
"Yes."
"Was it the soldiers of the Kingdom of Magna who raided?
"Traveler, from the military uniform, I didn't know which soldier belonged. But we can deduce from these two points that they were soldiers of the kingdom of Magna, with what appears to be a proper military uniform and that their raid came from the north"
"... it's a muscular guess."
As an informant, my value is lost as soon as it seems useless.
For this reason, I worry about the answers that were reasonable.
Linus nodded as impressed, overlapping and inquiring.
"Daughter, have you noticed anything else?
"... I came straight to this village shortly after the raid on the village of Doremi. But also after this village has already been raided. I mean, isn't it possible that multiple troops are crossing the border?
"... Sounds like it"
Linus pushes silence with a difficult face. And after a brief reticence, I looked up.
"Thanks for the info. … Receive."
That's what I said, Linus, throwing something at you and giving it to you.
It reflected the light of the sun and sparkled brightly. I take it in a hurry.
Hard and cold feeling. When I opened my gripping hand, what was there was a single piece of silver coin.
And just because I don't need you anymore, I said I'd give you back your horse's head. Wait a minute!
"Oh, um...!
"... what?
Linus, who stops the horse from moving and looks billionaire here.
Oh, no! Though I guess I haven't run errands on the side of my voice yet!
So push and kill the desire to yell.
"On the journey to Libra, will you allow me to go along with you?
"We don't have the right to do that. I thought you rewarded me for that?
The silver coin I hold, Linus with my chin.
... this man! Ever since you threw silver coins at me, you're gonna do that!
His attitude makes me realize that.
He predicted that at the time his daughter, who had escaped the raid, must have asked for some trouble.
So, by giving him silver coins first, he tried to make a rough payment.
Ugg, not good. Not good...... We need to fix it somehow......!
"... if you take me, I think it will help the mercenaries."
"Ho."
In response to my words, I return them with a funny sounding voice, Linus.
"What kind of joke is that? What good would a little girl like you do?
"You can read and write letters, and no one can beat you if you calculate fast"
…………………………
"Though a mercenary regiment, fighting isn't the only job, is it? We need a way to help run the mercenary regiment. And there are not many people who can do that hand job. Different?
Yes, the way you run a mercenary regiment is essential.
Just come to think of it, there will be at least about a bookkeeper, such as paying members' salaries and replenishing them in terms of barracks.
And we can speculate that there is always a shortage of people capable of such jobs.
If you're just about to swing around with a spear, you can pull even two or three men from those cold villages from the farmhouse you stuffed.
The more I ignore the degree of proficiency, the more I sweep and throw away, such as talent like that.
But the knowledge hierarchy does not.
First of all, on top of the small number of absolutes, the scarce talent of that hand knocking on the mercenary regiment's gateway can be considered not to be the first.
If there is, there is a good reason, or something that has collapsed for some reason.
... I think it's a hopeful guess, but it's not unlikely that it's hit.
Linus keeps silent and throws his gaze as if he were going to fix it.
... are we going to try to be authentic? I stare straight back at that gaze.
After doing so for a while, Linus slowly opens his mouth.
"... suppose a lord rewarded me with 10,000 silicas. As the salaries of the members, 100 silica for the general group members for twelve. To six captains, 140 silicas each. Commander, I paid Ni '00 silica to the deputy commander. How much money do we have left?
"7560 silica"
Don't even put a beat down and answer Linus's question instantly.
Geisha says it helps people, but it's a good thing I did it. Gang ○ Ceremony, no, pearl math class.
Hugh and the flashy hat man whistle.
... I don't care, did this seemingly thin man figure out the answer to the question?
At least, a large number of other mercenaries didn't seem to know the answer.
With a bewildered look, I peek into Linus's face.
".................. Fine. Daughter, I forgive you for joining the group."
To Linus' words, the men around him go out of their way.
Regardless of those men, Linus overlaps words.
"Daughter, what's your name?
Shizukuishi.
"Right. Sizuk, if you say you want to follow me, do what you want. However, if you find it useless, throw it out immediately. All right?"
"Yes!"
At the end of the questioning, this time Linus returns the horse's head and slows down the ride.
The flashy hat man, too, once he throws a frigid grin at this one, follows Linus on his own ride.
The men on foot, in panic, chase after those two horsemen.
... Apparently, it suits Linus' glasses.
But it's going to be important. At any rate, we need to show our usefulness and build a firm position within the mercenary corps......
Yes, until the day when you no longer need mercenary protection, so that you can be in peace and safe.
While walking forward, the men around him throw a flickering glance.
I ignored those gazes and looked straight ahead only.
When what lies ahead of that stride is a blacker hell, it remains unaware.