I’m posting this now that it’s finished.
People come and go, and the lights from the buildings illuminate the path. Everyone is enjoying themselves in their own way.
You might call this a bustling downtown area, and it would sound quite grand, but I’m simply walking through a district in Tokyo where izakayas are densely packed.
Most of the people passing by are either here to drink or are already drinking and moving on to the next place.
I hear them stumbling, faces flushed, arms around each other’s shoulders, cheerfully declaring they’re heading to another bar, but I just let the words wash over me.
Yesterday, I was all fired up about executing my recruitment plan, yet now I have no flyers or business cards. I’m in casual civilian clothes, hardly the image of someone out to recruit.
Even so, since this is technically a recruitment effort, I’m wearing a pendant around my neck and glasses.
“When you look at it like this, there are quite a few, aren’t there?”
This place, about a twenty-minute train ride from the dormitory, is crowded on weekend evenings, especially Fridays and Saturdays.
So, I decided to test the effect of this pendant, and the results were even better than I expected.
“The ratio is about one in thirty, I guess.”
If there are no people around, the magic of this magic incense stone only flows towards me.
However, if someone with magic aptitude walks by, the magic reacts by extending and flowing towards them.
The range is about two to three meters, but with persistence, it’s a reachable distance.
I don’t know the strength of their magic aptitude, but still, this is good news.
I walk with a lighter step, pleased with this auspicious start.
“…Ah, I’ve arrived.”
I can’t exactly call it people-watching, but I’ve arrived at my destination in no time after doing something close to it and walking from the station.
“Welcome—”
“I have a reservation under the name Tanaka.”
“Mr. Tanaka, yes. Right this way.”
The izakaya I entered is a generic chain restaurant, the kind you can find anywhere.
There are no Dark Elves, demons, Giants, Ogre Tribes, Insect Tribes, or Dragon Tribes. It’s just a very ordinary Japanese izakaya.
“… *Pff*”
“?” Did something happen?” ”
“No, it was just a reminiscent chuckle. Please don’t mind me.”
“Haa.”
Dangerous. If it were the old me, a phrase like “a very ordinary Japanese izakaya” would never have come to mind.
If I thought of it now, it’s likely because of the experiences of the past few months. If such a thought had occurred without that experience, it would have been from someone in that particular field, or someone still stuck in their chuunibyou.
Thinking about it, I guess I’ve been influenced in just a few short months. I find it amusing how I’m now accepting the extraordinary that has seeped into my everyday life, even while the store clerk looks at me suspiciously.
“This way, please.”
“Thank you. For starters, I’ll have a draft beer and some fries.”
“One draft beer and fries, certainly.”
Once I’m seated, the first thing I do is order a drink. I’m betting ten to one that the other party will be late. It’s not that they’re always late for appointments. Rather, they are someone who would never be late for a drinking session like this.
“As expected.”
Is this what they mean by “speak of the devil”? I pull out my smartphone, which alerts me with a vibration to an incoming call. On the screen is a stamp of a person performing a dogeza.
* “I have been detained by my superior and will be late.” *
“If you have the energy to crack jokes, then hurry up and get here… Wait.”
I have a pretty good idea why they contacted me in the telegram style. They were probably found out as they were trying to finish work early and head home. Hence, they sent a message in a way that suggested they had no choice but to be playful. I sympathize with their situation, but I’ll send a no-holds-barred reply back.
At least this confirms their lateness. I’ll quickly send my reply and then wait leisurely, enjoying my drink.
“Whoa, that was fast.”
* “I have successfully escaped.” *
“You ran away, huh? Well, if you’re being dragged to work until Saturday night, it’s natural to run.”
I admire their resourcefulness, and imagining my acquaintance running frantically in a suit makes me chuckle. The person I’m meeting today is a junior from my previous company. To be honest, I don’t have many good memories of my previous company.
However, it wasn’t like I disliked everyone who worked there. I had friends among my colleagues, and I respected my seniors. And there was also a junior I looked after.
“Here you are. Your draft beer and fries.”
“Thanks.”
I take the mug and plate from the male attendant and start drinking alone, as there’s no one to propose a toast with.
“Seeeeen—paaaai~”
It seems that will be a little later.
“You’re here early, Kaido.”
“I ran as fast as I could and caught a taxi right away. I was too scared to turn on my phone. More importantly, why are you already drinking? You should have waited for your cute junior who was rushing your way with all their might! Anyway, I’ll have a draft beer too.”
Appearing before me was not a zombie, but Kaido Tadashi, my former junior, looking exhausted and disheveled.
“You idiot, what kind of sad reason is it to think of a man as cute? Based on my experience, I thought you’d be here a little later. Also, beer tastes bad when the foam disappears, it’s such a waste… It seems you haven’t changed at all.”
“For that to change, your superior would have to be socially ruined. You, on the other hand, look much better, senpai.”
“It’s because I met a good company.”
“I’m jealous. We’re stuck with overtime to fill the void you left behind.”
“Sorry about that. It’s my treat today, so please forgive me for that.”
“If you hadn’t said that, I would have gone straight home to get some sleep. Senpai, do you have enough ‘lives’ left in your wallet?”
“I have enough money to get you drunk and send you home in a taxi, so don’t worry.”
“I’ve got your word. Excuse me, attendant, I’ll have some fried chicken and pizza, please.”
My junior, with dead eyes, a rumpled suit, and hair that’s no longer neatly styled like it was in the beginning, struggling but seemingly unchanged.
“This is going to be good.”
However, as unfortunate as this exhausted junior, who seems to have no luck, might be, my luck today seems to be quite good.
He hid his mouth with his beer mug and nodded in a low voice. The vision that appeared through his glasses showed the magic power of the magic stone seeping into Kaido’s body.
“Huh? Were you wearing glasses, senpai? I thought your eyesight was good, wasn’t it?”
“They’re fake. Fashion glasses.”
“It’s a bit strange for you, senpai, to be so particular about fashion.”
“Shut up, I’m aware of it.”
I have to admit that I was indifferent to that aspect in the past, so it’s understandable that Kaido would point it out.
Pretending to be embarrassed, I raise my mug.
“Anyway, cheers.”
“Cheers.”
We clink our newly delivered mugs together, celebrating our reunion.
And then it begins.
“Ah, I wish my boss would go bald.”
“Kaido, you’re going too far.”
“I can’t stand it if I don’t drink. Senpai, it’s not too late, won’t you come back with me?”
“No, thank you.”
It wasn’t my story, but Kaido’s complaints about his company.
“Yeah, I hate it too.”
I wonder how many cups we’ve emptied. It seemed like he had a lot pent up, as his drinking pace was fast.
As a result, Kaido’s face was completely red, and he continued to vent his company complaints as if everything inside his body was about to come out.
“At first, I thought the salary was good, so I joined, but the overtime is a lot, my salary isn’t going up at all, the cute girls quit quickly, my boss isn’t going bald, I can’t take it anymore!”
“The last part at least feels like a different genre.”
“But the problem is, if I quit, I have nowhere to go.”
“He’s not listening.”
Still, this guy is really pushed to his limits.
Was I this worn out in the past? Looking back, I wanted to deny it by saying it wasn’t this bad, but I couldn’t.
My eyes are dull, I have no motivation, and I don’t know what I’m living for.
It’s like a reflection of my past self.
“Damn it, he’s going to pass out before I can even tell him the main point.”
“Main point? Come to think of it, senpai, you had something to talk about, right?”
“Even if I told you now, you wouldn’t remember.”
“It’s alright!! Is it advice? I don’t have money, but I’m all for talk about girls!! A double date!?”
“Calm down, it’s about work.”
“What, work? Then I don’t want to hear it.”
“He’s completely lost interest. Just read it for now.”
“Senpai, did you transfer to sales? I won’t buy your pictures… what?”
I have a move that will shatter that reflection.
“This is our company’s job posting. At least you can read it, I guess.”
I folded the quadruply folded job advertisement and handed it to Kaido to read.
“Senpai.”
“What?”
Then, as if his drunkenness had cleared, Kaido looked at me with a serious expression, having finished reading.
“You weren’t changing jobs, you were going for a medical check-up?”
“I’m healthier than before!”
But I never expected that he would genuinely worry about my head.
It’s not my fault that I ended up putting force into a chop on Kaido’s head.
“Ughhhhh, my nice head is going to split!”
“You mean a regrettable head.”
“No, it’s not my fault. Anyone else would have had the same reaction.”
He said it was terrible, and it probably actually hurt.
Kaido protested against violence with slightly teary eyes.
“Unfortunately, that flyer is specially made, so ordinary people can’t see it.”
“???”
“Proof is better than empty talk. Bartender, another draft beer.”
“Yes, just draft beer?”
It wasn’t prolonged, but even a brief glance showed that the magic stone wasn’t reacting to the male bartender.
“Ah, and this is a small product of ours. Can you tell what’s written on this paper?”
“…It’s blank, isn’t it?”
“When you look at it normally, it looks like a blank piece of paper, a magic trick item.”
“Oh, that’s amazing.”
“Right?”
“Does it really look blank to you, bartender?”
“Yes. Can you tell if there’s anything written on it, sir?”
The male bartender, who honestly seemed impressed, returned the job posting. There was no sign of him acting or lying.
Kaido seemed to sense that too.
“I can now read it thanks to senpai’s teachings.”
He joined the conversation as if to go along with the story.
“Let me know if you decide to sell it. I’m a little interested.”
“In that case, please pray that my boss gives his approval.”
I left it at that with a joke to end the conversation and sent off the waiter, who replied, “Understood.”
Then, lighting a cigarette as a way to pass the time until the next drink arrived, I watched Kaido seriously looking at the job advertisement, his doubt turning into skepticism.
“You’re not playing a prank with the bartender, are you?”
“You’re so suspicious.”
“Naturally. It’s too much to ask me to believe such a story right away.”
I can understand his feelings.
If I were in Kaido’s shoes, I would have flatly dismissed it as a lie and wouldn’t have brought it up again.
It’s better that he’s at least somewhat skeptical.
“Even if you ask me to believe more, there’s no evidence. As much as I can, this is all the information I can take outside due to our contract.”
The only other thing I could give him was the business card I had in my wallet, but that was completely printed and didn’t use any fantasy-like technology at all.
Therefore, it wouldn’t serve as evidence.
The surrounding sounds of the izakaya could be heard, but in this space, the only sound was me smoking.
“…Can I do a tour?”
“You believe it?”
The long silence was broken by the voice of my kouhai, who seemed to have sobered up a little.
“I’m skeptical, but if senpai says so, I’m sure this company exists. If that’s the case, I can’t miss a chance to change jobs to a company with better conditions than my current one.”
“I see. In that case, I’ll give you my business card. Contact our company when you have free time. If you mention my name, you should be able to get an appointment.”
It’s fine to use cell phones, but when I’m challenging a Dungeon, there’s no way to contact me.
So, if you leave a message at the company, I can handle it from here.
“Yo… Ah.”
“What’s up?”
“Well, come to think of it, after my holiday tomorrow ends, I’m going to be busy for a while. Given today’s events, I’m sure my boss won’t permit it.”
It just occurred to me that this guy had abandoned his work to come to today’s drinking party.
If my boss is anything like the one I know, he’ll almost certainly prepare a mountain of work and make arrangements to go home himself.
“Ah… In that case, will you come tomorrow?”
“Is that alright? It’s Sunday.”
“The company is quite flexible, so you can probably come for a look around.”
Some of the responsibility lies with me.
It’ll probably be impossible first thing in the morning, but I can manage from the afternoon.
I need to make arrangements in advance, but I’ll go to that much trouble for my kouhai.
If I’ve been granted even a little authority by HR, that should be possible.
“Senpai, you’re really reliable. Are you sure you won’t come back?”
“No, I’d go see his haircutting ceremony, but I’m done working there.”
“That’s regrettable, but I can’t help it.”
“I’m the one trying to recruit you, why are you trying to recruit me back? Alright, your plan for tomorrow is set. Don’t leave any alcohol behind.”
“You mean I should drink it all, right?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
Watching my kouhai show that he still wanted to drink and order more from the staff, I started to worry if he’d be alright tomorrow.
If he died from a hangover and couldn’t wake up, I’d chalk it up to his own responsibility, and while doing so, I looked at the recruitment flyers spread out on the table.
“Magic Aptitude, die.”
My Magic Aptitude is half of what it should be, but it has reached the passing line.
My first recruitment attempt is, for now, showing signs of success.
Now, it’s all up to the roll of the dice.
“Is this a good omen? Or should I wait and see the results?”
The feeling is great. For some reason, I feel like I can see myself challenging a Dungeon with this charming kouhai.
“Senpai, can’t you drink anymore?”
“Don’t be silly, one more beer!!”
“I’m drinking today!!”
For now, telling myself that my liver, trained with the instructors, still had plenty of capacity, I decided to order more under the guise of keeping an eye on my kouhai so he wouldn’t pass out.
“…And so, this is how it turns out.”
“Guh-heh-heh-heh.”
“Hey, walk straight, you can’t get in a taxi in this condition.”
The outcome for my now high-spirited kouhai was, as I expected, as always, it was a miracle he didn’t get acute alcohol poisoning from how out of it he was.
“…This is hopeless.”
No matter how I struggled, the only future I could see was me taking him home.
If his house hasn’t moved, I’m confident I can get there.
However, sadly, he lives in a three-story apartment building with no elevator.
Carrying a grown adult all the way to the end of the third floor is a bit tough, even for someone trained.
No, let me rephrase.
“What a pain.”
If he had a girlfriend, I could call her to pick him up, but it seems this kouhai, who should have good looks, has a “no girlfriend” streak that equals his age.
So, that option is out.
Conclusion: I’ll smoke a cigarette with water in hand on a park bench until he recovers.
“There are surprisingly a lot of people.”
It’s not quite midnight, but for past ten at night, there are quite a few people.
Probably because it’s also a promenade, there are couples on dates, people walking their dogs, and those out for a stroll, etc.
“It’s quite something.”
Among them, I noticed a boy in a hooded sweatshirt dancing under a streetlamp.
“Is that what they call breakdancing?”
I identified it from an amateur’s perspective, but I’d seen it on video sites, so I’m sure I’m not mistaken.
He uses his whole body, swinging his arms, doing handstands on one hand, and skillfully using gloves to spin his body on the asphalt floor.
While this is the first time I’m seeing it in person, it’s at a level that can genuinely impress.
Judging from the earphones coming out of his jacket pocket, he’s probably practicing while listening to music.
With sharp steps and acrobatic moves, it’s a hundred times more valuable than my current action of just smoking a cigarette.
“Amazing.”
Just watching him is enough to kill time.
“Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!”
Whether it’s fortunate or not, the kouhai next to me is completely passed out from drinking and doesn’t look like he’ll wake up anytime soon.
I have time, and calling this “killing time” would be disrespectful.
So.
With the excuse in the back of my mind that it’s the alcohol talking, I quietly leave the passed-out kouhai behind and go into a nearby convenience store.
“Thank you~”
I quickly bought what I needed and returned.
“Still, why do late-night part-time job announcements always sound so languid?”
Leaving behind the convenience store clerk’s voice, who was technically acknowledging me with a greeting, I returned to the park.
“Well, it doesn’t concern me.”
Not much time has passed, so Kaido hasn’t had his wallet stolen, and the dancer hasn’t finished practicing.
The only thing that has changed is that he was leaning against the backrest of the bench, and now he’s slumped over it.
“Hey, Kaido, wake up.”
“Ngaaaaaaahhhhhh.”
“This is no good.”
As his caretaker, I bought an energy drink and some fluids for his hangover, but he can’t possibly drink them in this state.
I’ve decided to leave him here again.
Placing the sports drink andウコン (ukon) beverage near his head, which is acting as a makeshift pillow, I leave the occupied bench.
I’ve fulfilled my obligation.
This way, she won’t complain if anything happens while I’m gone.
Next, the main event. My destination is a small dance hall where a few people have stopped to watch.
Fueled by a bit of alcohol and a slightly exhilarated feeling, I approach.
“Whoa…”
The person before me presents a scene that further ignites that exhilaration.
They say there’s a difference in impact between seeing something from afar and up close, and indeed, that was the case.
The sharpness of the movements is different. The sound of each step lands, adding to the performance.
The sound of arms slicing through the air becomes the BGM.
Even though there are only streetlights, they seem to function as spotlights. I can hear upbeat music that shouldn’t be audible.
“You’ve got skill.”
This must be what they mean by being captivated.
Due to the time of day, the crowds are sparse, but everyone who passes by stops and watches, each in their own way.
That’s how much value his dance held.
The dance, lasting about five or six minutes, ends, and I find myself applauding. Perhaps spurred on by me, or perhaps others were also clapping, I hear sparse applause.
He takes off his earphones as if wiping away sweat. He looks surprised, as if just noticing the applause, and begins bowing in all directions.
“That was wonderful. If you’d like, please accept this drink.”
I extend my arm to him, who is still in such a state. It was my way of thanking him for showing me something passionate after so long. The convenience store bag contains a spare sports drink I bought to help sober up. It’s a bit of a “refreshment” offered after the dance is over and the gathered crowd has begun to disperse.
“Thank you!”
The response comes back with surprisingly good pronunciation.
“A drink after a dance is just the best.”
I was caught off guard, having expected a more casual response. Seeing him chug it down with gusto and sensing a bright atmosphere, even through his hood, I felt a surge of desire to talk a little.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. By the way, your pronunciation is quite good. Are you from a foreign country?”
“Yes!! is what I want to say, but it’s a little different. I’m half and half. I used to live in America, but I moved to Japan with Mommy.”
I understood that the occasional odd pronunciation was due to this, and since it wasn’t anything to worry about, I continued the conversation.
“Oh, I see. When did you come to Japan?”
“About three months ago. Japan is great—safe, and I can practice dancing like this even at night.”
As if he still hadn’t danced enough, he begins to step energetically.
“Are you going to dance more?”
“Hmm, Mommy said she wasn’t coming home today, so I’ll dance a little longer.”
“I see. In that case, may I watch? My friend is passed out, so I have some free time.”
This person before me exudes a distinctly youthful aura. It’s my duty as an adult to warn him about staying out late, but I’m not so serious that I can lecture others. At most, I’ll point to Kaido, sprawled carelessly on the bench, with my thumb, implying, “Don’t become an adult like that.”
“OK!”
He removes his hood, puts on his earphones, and a smile full of enthusiasm for dancing appears. I realize my mistake. The golden ponytail that falls casually and his sun-like smile, while a bit boyish, belonged to her, not him. I felt like retracting my words from a few seconds ago and telling him to go home, but seeing her dance so joyfully, I couldn’t do that.
“Well, for now, this should be perfect for sobering up.”
With a sports drink in hand, I’ll indulge in watching the dance for a while.
—
Another side
“Royce, how are the reports from your end?”
“…Tch.”
“Hey, stop making that face. You’ll get it broadcasted.”
In the MAO Corporation’s laboratory, I was reading a report submitted by the Personnel Department. My partner, the goblin shaman Nice, is unlucky, because right now, I’m in a foul mood. I’m reading the report of that detestable man. He’s already annoying enough for being close with Suella, and his reports are so well-written that I can’t pick on him even if I wanted to. He’s only challenged the Machine King’s Dungeon so far, so his reports have a certain bias. But the report includes suggested improvements that align with my intentions. Moreover, the content incorporates ideas born from a different worldview, which I find frustrating but can also enjoy. This must be what they call a dilemma. A dark feeling churns within me.
“What is this? Development of a wall-type golem? How interesting.”
Nice, peering over my shoulder and admiring the report in my hands, seems oblivious to my inner turmoil. In the past, seeing a goblin’s face beside mine would have made me grimace, but after so long as colleagues, I’ve come to accept it. I can rationalize that his face has its own charm.
“Ah, it can camouflage itself as a wall to surprise intruders into the dungeon, or by blocking passages, it can disguise and alter paths, delaying mapping or causing confusion.”
Just by looking at the intended uses written in the report, I can understand its usefulness. And that’s precisely what irritates me.
“Hey, you’re going to wrinkle it if you twist it like that. Take it easy, it’s fine to go slow. Otherwise, you won’t be able to read the report. Just because you found a rival for the one you have a crush on, I mean, never mind. So please, stop looking at me with that terrifying expression.”
Yes, I’m jealous. After 232 years of existence, untouched by love, and dedicated to developing new monsters for the Demon Lord’s Army, her existence is truly that of a goddess to me. It was love at first sight. I fell in love in an instant. My research was instantly forgotten, and I could think of nothing but her. My Dark Elf friend told me that our love wasn’t normal, but I never imagined it would be this extreme. I want her. I want her, no matter what I have to sacrifice. I was so consumed by love that, initially, I was willing to do anything, to the point of even considering a contract with Evia-sama (a demon).
“No, you’re leaking, your thoughts are just spilling out. And you say cool things, but in reality, you’re just a wimp. I won’t forget. In the end, you just kept wavering and couldn’t accomplish anything, got drunk, bothered me, and passed out. Honestly, how are you supposed to have a decent conversation, talk about fashion, or consult a goblin, of all species, even if you’re considered intelligent among your kind?”
“…Did something like that happen?”
“No, don’t pretend you forgot and try to act cool now. You look handsome and only make minimal contact with people you’re not interested in, so you seem cool. But to those who know you well, you’re a completely disappointing pretty boy.”
“Ngh, what do you expect me to do!!”
“Are you deflecting with anger?!”
Nish couldn’t deny my words.
Ah, that’s right.
I am a wimp!!
I’m a wimp who can only talk to a woman I like by creating a pretext and making an excuse to start a conversation!
But.
“What’s wrong with that!!”
“How should I know!! What was that all of a sudden!!”
“And what was that thing earlier!! When I tried to ask her out for a meal, Suella ran me over and I ended up stuck in the wall!! I was happy just to have her touch my body a little!!”
“Happy about that!?”
“Even the other day, when I went to a bar to clear my head, I saw Suella. It was the best!!”
“No, I think Evia- blew you away after that, didn’t she?”
“No, that was actually good because I was studying from that book I bought here, ‘You Too Can Be a Popular Man Type γ Starting Tomorrow.’ I couldn’t possibly show myself before her unprepared, you see.”
The world called Earth is good.
It sells guidance books that someone unaccustomed to conversing with women like me can easily understand.
“That’s why they call you disappointing, but, well, it’s fine then.”
“Did you say something?”
“No, I just said it was worth your while studying, wasn’t it?”
“Ah!! You mean what happened the other day!!”
Nish must be referring to Suella visiting me the other day.
When she asked if there was any good way to resolve the personnel shortage of Dungeon Testers, I thought this was a chance given to me by the Moonlit God.
Thanks to reading that book, “You Too Can Be a Popular Man Type γ Starting Tomorrow,” I was able to convey the entire explanation for the prototype magic-detection glasses.
Moreover, Suella listened earnestly and finally showed me a smile along with her thanks.
Unfortunately, when I asked her out for a meal afterward, she refused.
But at that moment, I genuinely felt happy.
“That’s probably why you’re called disappointing, and what would happen if they knew who was using it.”
“Nish, what’s wrong with you lately?”
“Don’t worry about it, let’s get back to work.”
“Ah, the thought of having to examine that report makes me feel depressed.”
“It can’t be helped, can it? There are few useful reports. It’s better than nothing that there’s even one that can be put into shape.”
“If only the personnel department could secure more competent staff.”
“Suella is in personnel too, though.”
“She’s different!! She hires people who are useful like this!!”
“I understand you’re happy and frustrated, but for now, let’s wipe away the tears of blood you’re shedding with a smile.”
My pleasant mood was ruined by him.
“It’s not leaking, but I know what you’re thinking. You always have a hard time, and the Dark Elf’s tantrums are tough to handle.”
“What are you talking about, Nish? Well, it can’t be helped. Let’s get back to work.”
Though I couldn’t make out the last part he muttered, work still demands attention even when I’m in a bad mood.
Reports are piled high on my desk; they all came from the personnel department.
The majority of them are proposals for Dungeon renovations.
However, my main responsibility is the reinforcement and development of Souls.
The Souls that roam the Dungeon are, in simple terms, magical life forms.
Although they are living beings, they possess physical capabilities and obey only set commands and the orders of their commander, Brad—they are soldiers exclusively for the Dungeon.
However, they are a vital force for the defense of Dungeons to the Demon Lord’s Army, which suffers from a chronic shortage of personnel.
Their importance is obvious from my workplace, the Laboratory, which is equipped with all the necessary facilities.
The responsibility is equally heavy.
“Hmph, if only there were any sensible opinions.”
This is precisely why the voices (opinions) from the field are precious, but if they consistently disappoint, except for a few, dissatisfaction is bound to accumulate.
“How can we weaken the defensive forces and expect anything?”
Seeing a report that absurdly suggests weakening the Dungeon’s monsters because they are too strong makes me want to rip it up, but I stop myself, knowing I’m the one who has to clean up the mess.
I feel like complaining about how humans are, but I find it a waste of my precious thoughts. Those I deem unnecessary are sent to the shredder.
They’re copies of reports anyway.
There’s no problem with me disposing of them.
“I wish I could finish my work quickly and have a meaningful conversation.”
In my mind, I burn with the desire to quickly figure out how to go on a date with Suella on the internet, a place for exchanging opinions called a bulletin board in this world.
Expecting nothing more to pile up than the report in my hand, which was now crushed and wrinkled, I quickly finished my work.
Another side END
Royce Argri, 232 years old, single, no girlfriend
Occupation: MAOcorporation (Demon Lord’s Army) Personnel Department Tester Education Instructor (Lecturer) and Development Department Affiliate
Magic Aptitude: 6 (Deputy Officer Class)
Title: Alchemist, Magic Archer
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