Succubus-san’s Life in Another World

"Failure? Weren't you fully prepared down there?

"But our apologies!

The man, sitting in the study chair, listening to the report without even raising his gaze from the paperwork, hears the words "failed" and finally shifts his gaze from the paperwork to his subordinates who came to report. Shot out by a gaze that wasn't even trying to hide the grump, the men who came to report it could only say the words of apology.

Of course, because the kidnapping plan that I carried out repeatedly and deliberately abandoned one of the local research facilities failed.

"Good, I don't want to hear an apology. What happened to the executor? Have they been recovered or destroyed?

As the man, it was more important to report ex post facto rather than apologize for his subordinates' lack of contents. We must only avoid any leakage of personal or subordinate involvement from those who used it for the plan. Most of all. Around the second word comes the word "destroy," which is not out of kindness. Worst of all, my own people, even this heavy town that is now coming before me for a report, would easily cut it off if it became inconvenient to itself.

"All of them, they say they've been captured. It is impossible to collect, we erase our memories and self according to the contract stamp. And then I thought I'd drown wild on my own."

"Really?"

"If it was at least before the man came back, it could have been recovered..."

"Good, it's a disposable tool anyway. I can't help it when I collect it."

The slaves used this time were those who had no problem with being gone. Those who, if they were meant to be, have already become the bait of demons or become criminal slaves.

The man would rather be thankful because he fed it, gave it a dwelling, gave it clothes, and gave it meaning as well. He was supposed to die anyway, because he survived even a few moments.

Send in the next one.

"But then!

"Without a single consideration for the facility, If it's impossible to be in shape, life is fine."

The man orders his men to continue with the plan. Studies that have been carried out in secret so far. Even though the results have already been transferred elsewhere, it has cost us one facility that we have been hiding. What you get from that is too much for your own danger alone.

"… there are limits to keeping that person."

"Two weeks is probably the limit. Do it again by then. I'll take care of the candidates."

Even if we say that we have moved the results elsewhere, some personnel and research content have been left behind that person cannot be deceived if the contents are Kala. Of course nothing will come out of it that will lead us to ourselves, but the man was still reading that he would take enough time to find out.

"Understood. Now, I know I'd like to borrow one of you."

"Hmm, is that it? Can you use it?

"Probably. I need time to adjust, but I was wondering if I could make it"

"Allow. Use it fully."

"Thank you for your words. And I'd like permission to take out the prototype."

"Come on."

My subordinate decides to hang up a card that will allow him to spot a winning opportunity from among the best known bills at this stage. The time of two weeks is critical, but it will be enough in time because the bottom is itself ready.

My men pray to the man and walk away early enough from the study. If you don't start getting ready quickly, you won't know what the end will be if you run out of time because of your negligence.

"Hmm. Outside, you can't even guess the rumors. I was wondering if we could get the eggs of the world's users by now."

The man again drops his gaze to the kind at hand. The corner of his mouth was connected to the back of his harsh gaze.

But that's funny.

For the man, it didn't matter what the fate of one girl was. It's just a ripple that produces one of my thrown stones. That was the only subject of interest.

The man cleans up his paperwork and heads to his bedroom. I'm not even like my wife and daughter on the way, but I don't even say a quick hello. I know it's a frigid couple, but it's a political marriage decided for the convenience of the house. The skin was combined only once in the name of retaining blood muscle, but I don't know anything about it after that. Make it my daughter, I'm suspicious if she inherited her own blood, and even that was a matter that didn't matter to the man.