There Was No Secret Organization to Fight with the World’s Darkness so I Made One (In Exasperation)

"Zhongshan Tech", Inc. is a metalworking company headquartered in Fujiku, Tokyo Metropolitan Area, founded four years ago by Jongshan Kazuo (25), President and CEO. Two billion yen in capital, 60 billion yen in sales and two hundred and eighty employees. An up-and-coming venture, but the size of the company is enough to count as the last seat of a large company already.

Since the change in management policy two years ago, performance has continued to climb the waterfall of the eel climb. It's the first time I've grown up that makes me wonder if the day is near to becoming a dragon.

The project focuses on rare metal mining, refining and processing from rare earth mud, and the manufacture of high-strength, high-corrosion resistant metals and ultra-precision parts. Methane hydrate is also handled. While we are able to reduce expenses because we carry out bulk production from raw material securing to parts production within our company, there is also a noticeable distortion that personnel are not keeping pace with the rapid growth and increased equipment, and are sparing waste production lines and maintenance costs.

It also produces unheard of artificial giant diamonds in small quantities thanks to its proprietary technology, which brings the topic to a boil among the favourites as well as contributing significantly to sales.

Many elements make us expect growing growth in the future, including numerous patents related to Rare Earth, securing skilled craftsmen through the absorption of poorly managed town plants, white labor, high wages, full benefits and jobs conducted throughout the year.

However, I am quite surprised at the same time that other companies in the industry envy me.

How the hell do you secure methane hydrates and rare earth mud that support the rapid growth of Zhongshan Tech? Existing technologies cost too much to pull from the seabed and cannot be profitable. It is a total mystery as to where the rare earth mud, which is regularly transported into the refinery in containers, comes from.

One of the odds is the dramatically improved precision machining technology. Originally, Zhongshan Tech gradually accumulated processing know-how based on a large number of rare metal samples, but in recent months it has achieved significant quality improvement and production.

It is a dramatic and heterogeneous change, as if Japanese technicians under the clan had learned advanced technology and mass production from European and American technicians.

At the heart of industry topics, curiosity and envy, Zhongshan Tech. In that vault, the PSI drive that Baba spilled (* didn't) is hidden. Whatever it is, it's packed so you don't know what's in it.

He was summoned by the president today to visit the headquarters with Mr. Tachigi for the storage. I plan on getting it back just in time. I will work as a driver of a luxury car owned by the Duke of Tachigi, and when I park, I will open the back seat door, place a stepping stone at the feet of my lord who will get off, and use your hand to escort you. Today's meal is wasted on the blue shaker. That's also a bespoke one. Mr. Tsuki looks good in whatever he wears.

After entering the house as if it were a butler behind the three steps of Nikkoniko's Tochigi at the Japanese-style courtesy, President Jongyama, who was waiting for Sowa in the hall, greeted me immediately. He is a gentle handsome man with fluffy short hair and a suit. Since he is an alumni of Mr. Tsuki, he naturally graduated from Tohoku University. He's a straight high spec man with brains, wealth, appearance, and three beats.

"Welcome, Mr. Tsubaki. You look beautiful today. In front of Mr. Kasumi, it's very sweet, but will you accept this little gift?"

"Hello, Mr. Zhongshan. Thanks."

Mr. Tsuruki was given a fancy bouquet of flowers by President Zhongshan asking if he would even sign up for marriage, and smiled lightly. With one of those smiles, the president has his hands all over his ear. You really like this guy, Mr. Tsuki. I hear you've been dating since high school.

I found out after the incident, but it seems that he was also the one who rooted for Mr. Tsuki's parents the other day and brought them into the pageant. It is a great passion. Do you think I'm a little scared because I'm a man?

"Welcome too, Sasuke."

"Hi. Good job."

From a polite welcome, greeting me is a light one. No presents. You should smell the bouquet. [M] I don't care if they give it to me.

I explain that I am a freelance agent (agent) who comes when Mr. Tsuki is busy, so I treat him lightly. Well, compared to the Duke, this is not how you treat dozens of civilians. If there is a man in the same line who treats a model face loser Reiki Yamato and an incompetent bastard dressed in a black suit, how human or faggot is that?

…………

"Uh, something?

"... No, excuse me. You can actually get the tea we were talking about."

After the greeting, I was nervous because I had been comparing Mr. Tsuki to myself, but I immediately slipped away and went back to my favorite move. When I checked my outfit because I thought something was wrong, I forgot to wear a tie.

Tell me, Mr. Tachigi... I thought your neck was cool in the street. I'm a little embarrassed, so I get my tie out of Tianyado's tans with my mind and start transporting it via the underground sewer to keep it out of sight. Tokyo's main underground sewer route is largely remembered to bring out the darkness of the world.

Passing me a bouquet of flowers, Tochigi softened President Jongyama's invitation to tea time, but he praised him with a kick and urged him to talk about the call. The president seemed sorry, but he immediately bought a guide to the reception room and left.

"Give me your hand, lady."

"Thank you, but I'll be fine."

President Zhongshan offers his hand respectfully on the stairs, but Mr. Tsuki says no.

Not self-admiring or anything, Mr. Tsuki is a talented beauty that everyone looks back on. I don't like it. When I show them my bare hands, they really see blood, so they don't like people or make them expect anything.

I mean, President Zhongshan is certified as someone he doesn't even like. Okay, I think I'm appealing to you...

While waiting for my aunt in the reception room to bring me some tea and tea reception, I open the window a little and put my hand outside, through the underground sewer, sometimes sticking under the body of the vehicle, and finally catching a tie that I've traveled through pretending to be flown by the wind. And I wrapped it around my neck, suppressing myself, who was about to give me back my big adventure.

I wasted an advanced amount of my mind wasting. No, it was a dream I had in mind every time I forgot something since I was in elementary school. I can't help but think about this.

My aunt, who served tea, leaves the room, and we sit across the table from each other on the couch. And the time to enjoy the fragrant fragrance also went into the requirements there. Without touching the A4 size tea envelope placed on the table, President Zhongshan shaded his expression and cut it out.

"The baggage I was entrusted to keep is inspected once a week. There have been no abnormalities so far, but I noticed traces of the packaging being peeled off once last week. So I thought it was strange, so I checked and the stone was packed. Were the contents of your luggage stoned from the beginning?

"……… No"

Mr. Tsuki sends me eye contact for a moment and then shakes his head.

The president has the contents of the package lying down, but all the contents are on a PSI drive, and of course no stones are in it.

PSI drive lost, replaced.

You've heard of it! Is that a Ten Bowl story?

But I didn't hear you were planning on replacing the PSI drive in the vault with stone. Mr. Tachigi doesn't even know about it. I'm getting a bad feeling. The chill runs like ice stuck in my back.

No way. Did there really happen to be a switchover and it spilled?

He nodded at Mr. Tsuki's answer and the president continued.

"I thought it would be, so I did my research. Fingerprints have not been detected from the luggage other than those of me, Mr. Tsubaki and Mr. Sasuke. We only have surveillance cameras on our doorstep, so we don't know where we're going in and out of the vault. However, since we introduced card keys by enhancing the security of the vault when we store our luggage, only the three of us here with the card keys can put it in the vault unless we use it even with superpowers"

You said it because you knew if you said it in a metaphor, and you were thrilled because of your psychic powers. What happened to the PSI drive after all and what are you trying to say? Don't talk around. I just want to tell you to come to a conclusion quickly, but I listen to you very carefully because you are rude to boulders.

"Mr. Jin is a client. There is no reason to replace the contents with stone. Because I just need to formally accept it. And I know I didn't do it. There is one remaining suspect. So I hired a detective to follow Tute and do some more research, and this is it. The contents of the luggage are machines in the form of swords and shields that we make in our lab, right?

The president spread the contents of the tea envelope that had been placed on the table.

An account deposit record in millions of yen where the destination has become "Sago Kinnemitsu".

The address of the transferee and a photograph of a PSI drive hung and decorated on a wall over a window in some mansion.

Pictures of PSI drives depicted on one page of the English auction catalog, artifact complains.

A photograph of a man who looks a lot like me peering into the windows of the Zhongshan Tech HQ building from the dark at night.

Of course I don't remember everything to myself.

…………

Uh, I mean, what is it?

Someone's making up evidence and trying to fall for me, isn't it?

When I was upset and raised my eyes from the fabricated evidence group, the president glanced at me and concluded the conversation.

"I believe that Sasuke is deeply involved in the switching and spilling of luggage. This is why I called you both here today."

"Oh, I didn't do it. It's someone's conspiracy."

That's what the killer says.

"Oh, I know that. A classic dialogue about the murmur of the killer... No, wait, wait. I didn't really do it. Because I didn't do it. I usually just came out of my mouth."

"Sasuke, calm down. Take a slow, deep breath. I know Sasuke didn't do it."

Mr. Tsuki held his hand and smiled, breathing deeply as he was told, but rather the tension increased. The president is staring at me with a terrific look in his hand. Forgive me.

"Zhongshan is trying to get Sasuke dressed in wet clothes, what should we do?

"Eh."

All of a sudden I was surprised because I started consulting him, but the time had stopped. In the past, the world that stopped was so dark that we had to prepare a light source, but now it stops in such a natural state that even if we stop, we don't know it for a moment. The world is colorful and natural. Mr. Tsuki's daily efforts are overwhelmed.

"Uh, is it possible that someone is fooling President Jongyama, too?

"Have you forgotten to talk about card keys yet? Bell Mountain is the culprit, more than I am or Sasuke. I'm disillusioned."

A president so disillusioned that he was called out cold. Pity...... but it's nothing. I'm about to be socially killed by the president right now. I'm usually angry. But have you done that to me?

Is that a tie? Did you care you didn't tie me? No, no, that's stupid. There's only one other verse I can think of.

"The real killer is the president. The motive is"

"I'm in love with Zhongshan. You must be jealous of me and Sasuke."

"Yep... will I say it myself? I didn't think so."

"I don't like to pretend I don't realize it and make cute appeals."

Said Tachigi-san.

Well, if Mr. Tsuki says, "Well, I'm a skank, you can't possibly like me." I doubt his sanity. It was good to drive normally.

But the chase out of jealousy?

There is no way that such a wet-clothes operation could succeed, but from President Jongyama's point of view, it does seem like it would succeed.

President Zhongshan thinks that my relationship with Mr. Tsuki is merely an employer and agent. Or maybe I introduced Mr. Tachigi to the work of the bartender and grabbed it to the point where Mr. Tachigi frequently goes to Tianyado. But I never dreamed I was building a close relationship through the Secret Society Match Pump.

If I was really between Mr. Tsuki and his employer and agent, the master of the bar and the guests, I must have been fooled by a lot of pretty temperamental fabricated evidence. Mr. Tachigi and President Jongyama are dating from high school students. Clean old knowledge or a business partner with all the evidence of a crime. It's obvious which way to believe.

But there is no need to tell the truth. President Jongyama seems to have recently prepared himself around to get rid of the strangely friendly pop and wildlings with Mr. Tsuruki, but it's a complete blank circle.

"The PSI drive that I kept is out of fuel, so spreading won't be the worst thing that psychic powers can expose. So, what do you do? The victim is Sasuke, so I'll follow Sasuke's policy. It's time, but if you're still thinking about it, I'm gonna stop it again, okay?

"No, I'm fine. Later."

And time moves.

"Leave it to me. Will you wait outside?"

"Yeah."

"Mr. Tsubaki?

Mr. Tachigi left his bouquet behind and gave President Jongyama an absolutely frozen glance of the "Eternal Force Blizzard" class before leaving the room.

From the point of view of President Zhongshan, it would appear that I was allowed to calm down in an instant by Mr. Tsuruki and that Mr. Tsuruki left the room with a sense of heart.

The president has a bad complexion. Looks like the last glimpse worked.

"…… Sasuke. If you plead guilty, I'm not going to ruin it, and I'm going to take it from her."

"Is that what you're saying to the mirror?

Bounce back the words of the president who managed to regain his mind. The president seemed to feel bad.

"Isn't that a lot of confidence? With all this evidence, I guess I'm still going to cut Shira off."

"It's not about the evidence, it's about Mr. Tsuki's trust."

"... What are you suddenly saying?

"Tailoring me to a criminal doesn't make any sense if Mr. Tsuki hates me. Didn't you?"

Poking at the core, the president silenced.

I lay my eyes down for the first time and stood up and walked over to the window.

Then he looked out the window at Tokyo's skyscraper for a while and spoke out.

"When I was with you, Mr. Xiao's smile dazzled me. A soft smile that made me nervous. For the first time I saw her face when I was next to you, I knew that I had been watching a stuck laugh. It's pathetic, isn't it? I envied you. [M] My heart was jealous..."

I get up and walk over to the president who confesses.

"Working as a petty worker didn't break my trust in you. [M] Oh, let's admit it, miserably. A complete defeat. I am a successful person. I've got everything I want. But you really want it, huh?

I gently slapped the president's shoulder continuing to monologue.

And he punched the right cheek of the president who looked back.

"Boo!?

He rides horseback to the fallen president, letting his anger beat him on the left cheek too.

"This is for me when I almost got dressed in wet clothes!

Beat him in the right cheek again. Is this the mouth that makes the mess noisy?

"This is for your parents, whose sons fall on the outside road and grieve!

Beat him in the left cheek. If you apologize honestly, don't tell me you didn't even listen to what you didn't have to beat up.

"This is for your friends!

Right cheek. I'm sorry if I did something wrong, didn't I? Ahem? That's what elementary school kids know.

"This is for the cops who arrest you!

Left cheek. Love is blind, but let it be. You almost ruined me. Be me, too. You're a mess.

"I have to defend you, Mr. Lawyer!

This is for me again!

So for the last time, it's my share!

All right, over! "

The face of the president has been terrible, but my hand that I beat up is hurting too, so I cut it up. I think I broke my wrist if I keep hitting him like this.

But even after subtracting the pain in my hand, I was scuffed. You're lying that vengeance produces nothing. The frustration has disappeared beautifully and refreshingly thanks to everything I've done.

Grabbing the bosom of the hazy president and letting him stand, he managed to stand on his own feet while flirting. Look straight at me with a red, swollen, tired face.

"I think I did a bad thing. But I don't apologize. Even if I fall for you,"

"No, apologize."

"Your love,"

"Apologize. That's fine."

"He wants to gain."

"Apologize first. Sorry. Do it."

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"Okay!

I feared he was a scumbag who couldn't apologize for doing something wrong, but it was good that he apologized, albeit with the consequences I urged him to do so many times. Now I can forgive you, too.

Even though I missed the PSI drive, because it drained fuel, my psychic powers never diffused, and the wet clothes I was supposed to be able to put on could be avoided at Setouchi. It was an unpleasant incident, but we have to clean it up.

There are times when demons are made available to everyone. Sometimes I can't forgive, but I want to forgive what I can. I hit him once in a while and he was refreshed.

"You still haven't shown this false evidence besides me and Mr. Tachigi, have you?

"Ah, oh. I haven't shown it to you... Uh, won't you call the police?

"What? No, you already had a private sentence (lynched). I heard an apology."

What the hell is this guy talking about?

What did you think Mr. Tachigi had me out of the room for? You've decided to talk to me inside, one-on-one.

I wouldn't hit you in the first place if you were going to report me. Instead of leaving justice to the courts, I'm the direct judge of the victim. If I report it after lynching it, it's a double punishment. It is also reassuring there because I also beat up the portion of people who would have caused trouble when the president was arrested.

Or I just realized that this is usually an assault charge. Shit. I knew it wasn't cheap revenge.

Reflecting, President Zhongshan said by tightening his bumpy face to the fullest, creating a crisp look.

"Is that so...... then, Sasuke. In anticipation of that measure of yours, I have one favor to ask."

"Hmm?"

"I regret it, but Mr. Tsubaki is happiest with you. Even if he dies, make him happy."

"What?... uh, that?

Words I've heard about a million times in drama and comics, but they're so heavy when President Crazy Psycho Yandere says it. It's not a favor, it's an order.

And convinced. This is why I can't grasp Mr. Tsuki's heart. I have no idea who Mr. Tsuki is.

Even if you die, make yourself happy. Why do you have to do so much to Mr. Tsuki? Aren't friends and family helping each other? I'm not at all happy that Mr. Tsuki gave up his life to help me. Same will be true of Mr. Tsuki.

Mr. Tachigi is an independent woman. There are weaknesses, but not just people who are weak.

I'm not just someone to be protected.

I am not a person satisfied with as much happiness as I can give.

"I'll make you happy" on the one hand. I'm making fun of Mr. Tsuki. If you want to grab my heart, say, "Make me happy, make me happy. Let's Live Together" is right.

"Is something wrong?

"No."

But I'm not as fond of giving you romantic advice on purpose. It was expensive until long enough, but it was you who lowered it. But turning it down here pisses me off. I don't care if they bother me again. Let's affirm it appropriately.

"Okay. I don't mean to replace you, but I have one favor to ask of you."

"Let's hear it."

"Stop suing me for assault. Seriously. Please."

President Zhongshan was taken aback and then laughed out. Laugh, laugh too much, hold the wound and groan. What's wrong with you? Hey. I know it's important.

Talk a little with President Zhongshan, whose laughter has subsided, and get him to promise to dispose of the fabricated evidence and recover the leaked PSI drive.

President Zhongshan said to me to try to get out of the room.

"I was going to keep my mouth shut, but I'm going to say it respectfully to you. Ronalia Linaria Babañan is also making suspicious moves. You better be careful."

With this, Leo will be able to establish himself as the fourth faction in the current three-ways succession war.

I snorted. I don't have to be advised to do that. Daita, President Zhongshan must have noticed the suspicious behavior of Shota-kun and Langhua. Don't even think about it, this guy.

When I went outside, Mr. Tsuki was waiting for me at the front door. Talk as you walk side by side towards the parking lot.

"What happened?

"Reconciled. The PSI drive will be recovered and the evidence will be disposed of."

"Yes. Hey, I wonder if I could really reconcile. I might pretend to reflect."

"The guy who likes Tsuki-san told you to be happy, so you mean it."

"...... what did you answer that?

"Whoa, I can't tell you that, man and man. It's a smelly secret!

Even though it's just a mouthful, it's embarrassing to say, "I promised I'd make you happy," a boulder. Mr. Tsuki laughed when I tried to make fun of him.

Then a few days later, Mr. Tsuki was in a much better mood.

♯

"How have you been, Mr. Baba? Is there anything wrong with that?"

On the first day of Golden Week, in a bustling heavenly rock door where the constituents met together, Bavanyan was wrapping around the pages of Dostoevsky's famous book, Sin and Punishment, as he sat in a chair between the walls and hung his legs. Reply to Shiraki as he followed the written words with his eyes.

"No... What's wrong?

"It's like President Zhongshan said something was wrong with you. I'm a little concerned about that."

My hand stops scrolling through the page.

"The odd thing I did when I was parasitized by the darkness of the world. There's nothing going on right now."

"Right. I'm sorry. Listen to me."

"No, I don't mind."

"What are you talking about?

"A little bit about Mr. Baba. President Jongyama noticed something was wrong."

"You were parasitized...... are you sure you don't have enough body?

"Um, you're right."

Babanyan thinks as he smiles and answers the concern of Langhua who entered the circle of stories, making and showing him the same force bubble without it.

As Tsuki put it, the oddity that Eighty-Nine Chung Mountain and Hung noticed would have been deliberately shown to get suspicious related to the traitor event.

But I can't get rid of the possibility that I was witnessed somewhere scrubbing platinum and tools from the Bell Mountain Tech lab and pulling some of the parts I could divert from the PSI drive I was working on.

We need to be more cautious. Especially against Tsuki.

All of Tianzhao's constituents are strongly connected to support, and it's hard to draw someone into your company. Among other things, Tachigi is highly intelligent and excellent at observing the eyes, so it is important to take great care not to be distracted.

Paradoxically, if you can side with Shiraki, the obstacle will be almost gone, but Shiraki is too close to Sasaki. It's so strange that we're not even dating instead of getting married. I'd be comfortable with my buddy if I could, but the risk was too great.

Yasuo Yasui was user-friendly for that matter. Because it is a falling object with gold, it cannot be trusted, but it does not have the courage to do great things, and it is quite cunning. It is just right to make the use run fragmented without informing you of the whole plan. Yasui worked well, just transferring money to his account.

The means of communication with Yasui used Morse signals. Even the slightest sound that cannot be captured by humans can be picked up by Babanyan. Sasuke's mind eavesdropping is only a substitute for the five senses, so they don't hear too little noise.

Contact with Yasui also sometimes makes it look like a drop, sometimes it makes it look like I'm listening to music on earphones and rhythming with my fingers and sending signals and so on with what can be described as excessive care.

It's worth it, Sasuke and Tachigi haven't noticed anything yet.

The Demon King Killer PSI drive is already complete.

The decision is made in two days.

The location is Tianyado.

multiplied by Sasaki's birthday party planned by Sasaki, everything will settle