The Undetectable Strongest Job: Rule Breaker

It was about January night when Marquedo and Zofira were secretly talking, as usual, in the office.

"Isn't it strange that the defense budget is down by a total amount? I know your advanced 'Department Optimization Project' is a success, but you don't need to reduce your budget. Pawnsonian's in danger now."

"It's a budget... I wanted to increase it, but I don't have people..."

"What do you mean?

"The Union of Foresters means that happy times have been too long. Everybody thinks Pawnsonian and Quinn Brand skirmishes are other HR. So recruiting soldiers doesn't bring people together"

"You mean understaffed and under-budgeted?

"51% of the defense budget is for labor and food. Budget doesn't have enough people to digest."

"Maybe we should change from freelance entry to temporary conscription...... what do you think?

"--I 'd like to use it as a last resort, but we should move on with our consideration."

"Okay. Inaugurate a review panel. The chairman is still the executive officer, Zofira, you do it."

"Yes, sir. I've got more work to do, as long as I'm happy."

"Don't say that. You can add as many assistants as you want --"

"Are you Zofira-Van Hortense?

"-- you're saying... Huh?

Marquedo and Zofira turn to the direction in which their voices have been heard.

What stood was a boy - perhaps a boy - wearing a hooded black coat and a face of the Sun God.

"Where did you get in from!?"

Zofira rises up like she was bounced and stands like covering a marquedo.

I can't have a weapon in this room. Zofira therefore has a round waist. But keep your body up, but you must protect this king of spirit elves.

"--Oh, don't raise your voice. We can afford to kill both of them before anyone else comes in here."

Before Zofira tried to call the soldiers, the boy said. He put his arm out of his jacket. Shortcuts were held there.

"Hey, what's the purpose..."

Zofira was ready to die. It's no surprise that fewer humans are dead than they are so far into it.

The top priority is to let the king escape. The future of the Union that we have created with her, and if we both die, all of that will be in vain.

"You're not going to answer this question before you ask it."

As slightly fed up, the boy with the face says, pushing Zofira away and Marquedo comes forward.

"This is the rest of the office. I won't allow it on my own. Answer -- whose hand is it? Ludansha, or... Pawnsonia."

Zofira was surprised. If this boy is an assassin and he's from Ludansha, I'm convinced. Ludansha is one of the seven small countries that make up Forestia. Kirihar, a native of Marquedo, and I are friends of the dog monkeys.

But what is Pawnsonia?

Moreover, the boy reacted to the word "pawnsonia". Maybe it's a picture star.

"... you know, I (...) was just asked by people. Message Zofira-Van Hortense."

"Message? Keep sneaking into the rest of the office. That's funny with the message. If you need to speak to Zofira, you can notify her officially."

"Ha... you, aren't you stupid?

"Become"

There's no such thing as being able to bump the word "idiot" or something right in the front —— apart from Zofira —— and Marquedo flushes his face sassy.

"You fool the rest!

"That's why I'm telling you not to make a big noise. You know, this is the king's office, right? And there was a peephole in the back of the ceiling, and the conversation was well documented."

"... what?

"I don't suppose it's a back of the ceiling escort. From what I saw (...), he looked like an amateur in battle. I'm stunning you, so get it right back."

Zofira and Marquedo look up at the ceiling.

Is there someone lurking there? I didn't realize that.

No —— I would have noticed if Agreia was here. But she's onto Gafrasty. I haven't seen him in the last five years.

Being able to break into the back of the ceiling on a daily basis is definitely an inside offender.

Zofira gets cold in her spine. I was whispering because the important conversation could also be heard through the door, but how far were they listening--.

"So, was it officially a notice? Will the busy minister there meet a man who's not even old enough to come from another country? I'm sorry to talk to you where I can see you and where you're being watched and bugged."

…………

I can't tell if what the boy is saying is true unless I go behind the ceiling. If it was true, this one doesn't make any noise either.

"So, here's the thing."

Ignoring the two upsets, the boy threw a superior handkerchief at the table.

"It's a message from Gafrasti-Nu-Valves." I got what I wanted. Dawn Day (...) will also be visited in the present dynasty '"

Zofira and Marquedo exchange their gazes haphazardly.

The truth of the message is clear. He got the genealogy of the ancient Poernchian dynasty or something like it. And from now on, you will claim that there is no royal orthodoxy in the present dynasty.

If so, I can also see that Marquedo spoke of "Pawnsonia" earlier and the boy reacted. He came from Gafrasty.

"... why hasn't Sir Valves contacted us the usual way?

"Oh. You said you didn't have time, or hurry, or anything. Just like you —— the woman with the blue gray hair was worried about the same thing."

Agreia.

This boy knows Agreia.

"Well, I don't care if you guys believe it or not. I just did what I was asked to do."

"Wait a minute. They haven't answered the first question. How'd you get in here? Neither I nor His Majesty noticed that someone had come in"

…………

Behind the mask, there were signs of a thin laugh.

Zofira shuddered slightly at the lack of expertise.

"Such a guard is a monkey. —— I'd like to hear one more from you than that. Can you answer me instead of paying for the message?

"... what"

This boy is a man of considerable strength. I'm not hostile right now, but I don't care about the Union or anything else, sentiments are all over me.

I don't trust you.

But hostility is not a good idea.

Because if his words are true, it's like saying I'll assassinate the king whenever I want.

"What does" Dawn Day "mean?"

"... what?

To an unexpected question, Zofira overheard.

"I know it's a word in a poem about the Poerne Senior dynasty being doomed. But I don't know the very meaning of the word 'dawn day'. 'Dawn' is' dawn 'if you think in the same way, but if you perished at dawn, you wouldn't put the word' day of 'on it, would you?

"That's... yes"

Jeez, the boy's looking this way.

But Zofira has no particular answer. I guess this boy is also quite familiar with the Ancient Poern Senior Dynasty, just like Gafrasti, but I'm also not sure why he would show such an interest in "words".

"... although I only know what Sir Valves has told me"

"That's fine, talk to me"

Zofira snaps her neck inside.

If Gafrasty told you to come here, haven't you heard from Gafrasty?

"Have there ever been so many supercivilizations in the Ancient Poern Senior Dynasty that they are not in this day and age?

"I know."

"The central figure who developed those technologies -- he was the one called the 'Mage of Dawn'. This person is engulfed in mystery, but he… or those who admire her, remains in the habit of doing what is on his day of life (...). At the dawn of the Day of Life, you dedicate what is most important to you to the altar..."

"You've got a lot of details left."

"There are regions that still do that custom. That's all I know."

The boy seemed to attract interest.

"Where. Well, the neighborhood where customs are practiced."

I had a feeling I didn't want to tell you, but Zofira spoke because Marquedo nodded small.

"... scalazard. It's an academic city with the proud National Academic Institute of our Union."

"Ho."

I heard a voice of curiosity.

but when the boy coughs small, "Nm,"

"That's it. There's nothing more I want to hear."

"Oh, your name--"

Zofira tried to call, but he left straight outside when he opened the office door.

Follow him outside.

"Dear Zofira, what happened!?"

You were surprised by that sword screen. Two soldiers standing guard fly right in.

Zofira puts her gaze around —— but there was just a hallway there that was always the street.

"Now a boy in a black coat would have gone through!

…… No, I haven't seen it... "

"Whatever --"

Next to the glittering Zofira, Marquedo comes.

Soldiers salute in advance.

"You feel like you've been having a nightmare."

"Yes... are you all right?"

"Oh. No sign of being enchanted, either."

Marquedo confirms the bracelet, which is a magic item.

she said.

"Either way, information will officially come from Agreia as well. We should move where the information we have just brought about can be moved as true. --but"

Marquedo turned to the soldiers.

"There's a jerk behind the ceiling in the rest of the office! Capture him now!!"

Those lurking behind the ceiling - who had been firmly passed out - were captured, and there were four other places, equally monitored, where, politely, the watchmen had been passed out in all places.

Subsequently, the big men in the military, who were lurking their palms, were prosecuted and somewhat more ventilated within the Union.