"This is the wave. Regular reports, send them."

Some weekday afternoon.

In the warm sun in the winter, a man in a coat on the roof of a building overlooking his surroundings whined to himself as he held his ear.

"This is bonito. No abnormalities, send 'em.

"This is Trout. No abnormalities, send 'em.

"This is cod. Confirm that the target cherry is rolling around holding the eye area. Possible trouble of some kind. Do you need to investigate the situation in detail? Send. '

"Cod. This is the wave. Don't worry, that oddity of the target cherry is the usual. … no regular reporting abnormalities. End."

Saying so and cutting words, a middle-aged man sighs loudly.

Its face is the deep of the carvings you can see as Gentiles at a glance, and its hair is also blue black and what you don't see on the planet instead of Japan, but its expression is no different than that of an old man tired and tired of working there.

"Only unusual?

"Yeah. Report upstairs."

"Roger. Uh... sea, sea. This is the wave……………."

A man who puts his mouth on a still warm can of coffee with his partner sideways who uses a telecom machine with a stronger output than what he uses to raise the report.

Needless to say, they are both of different worlds, former knights who experienced enlistment in the militia and officially held office as they were.

Incidentally, few countries sell warm drinks on vending machines, and many foreigners have fallen prey to canned coffee since they came to Japan.

And one set until you look at some alien out in the CM and you're confused, "That guy looks like he saw it somewhere... no way".

I think Japan is using too many big international actors for weird CMs.

"But I'm free. Surveillance. It would be easier for me to run around with Lord Sergeant kicking me out."

"Don't say that. This must be a peaceful country. Fine."

Former knight laughing at me for saying so.

It is said that the militia used to be unappreciated, and even at the first graduation ceremony of the University of Defense, "You may finish the militia without being appreciated. But you are welcome when the people are facing distress and confusion. Please bear with me," the Prime Minister sends a reminder.

The military is a gold-eating bug, and it never ends there.

"But the gates of the other world. I'm jealous that I've got eyes on going home. Instead of seeing a name in our country, we didn't even recognize the name of the other country."

"Oh. Must it be a different continent, or the world itself? But you want to go home?

"No way. My hometown is already here. Otherwise, you'd be willing to work for your country even though you'd be good at other jobs."

A former knight who agrees with his partner who says so and laughs, it must be.

Many of the former knights volunteered for the militia as they were.

They were knights, even though they were threatened, who served the kind of king who would be rebelled against, even if they regret it.

While I wondered which side I was going to go back to the country now, many might have wanted to dispel that regret because it could be some alternative.

"But even though I was officially appointed, I still can't handle the customer? I wish the guards wouldn't be watching us anyway."

"That wouldn't be militia work. No. Surveillance isn't even our job if it's supposed to be. They must be worried about how we treat them. It doesn't matter how it's used, we just have to be prepared for the moment."

"Like that. Not that I want disaster, but it's more rewarding than serving that king."

"Right."

Laughing buddy to respond to a knight who says so and laughs.

Japan is still at peace today.

"... But you couldn't handle this call sign?

"Don't tell me. That's what I decided."

Peace.