Entering a Company From Another World! – Chapter 480

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This chapter will be told from a slightly different perspective.
It focuses on the stories of the protagonist’s friends, so I hope you enjoy it.

“Oh?”

It was a certain afternoon.
Recently, it was decided that Jiro Tanaka, despite his increasingly non-human physique, would be given the first-ever General position, causing a stir in the world.
This is a few days after that.

Those intervening days were anything but quiet.

Creating a new general was expected to cause chaos in various areas, from fieldwork to administrative tasks.
However, the Demon Lord, taking a break (voluntarily yet forcibly) from his work, sneaked out of the President’s office without being seen and was evading assassins by fully utilizing his abilities so no one would notice. It was during this time.

The archive room.
This is where all sorts of paper documents have been stored since the company’s founding.

Naturally, it also contained documents from the Dungeon Tester department, which was established a few years ago.

“Hmm, perhaps this is fate.”

The Demon Lord, deciding to take a break here for a bit, forgot about the mountain of paperwork he found tedious and quietly slipped through the archive room door.

“This, and that, and that, and more of this, do I need that one too?”

The Demon Lord, in a wasteful display of his abilities, created a concealment barrier, a crowd-avoidance barrier, a danger-detection barrier, and a perception-obscuring barrier to make this archive room unrecognizable. Once he finished, the Demon Lord.

“Alright!”

With a snap of his fingers, he summoned his personal desk, chair, teapot, teacups, and even snacks from another dimension, entering relaxation mode.

“Even a Demon Lord needs rest!”

Who was he even making excuses to?
The Demon Lord, with a refreshingly wide smile, finished his line without anyone seeing and nodded emphatically.
He figured it would be trouble later if Evia found out, but believing that Jiro Tanaka, who had recently become a general, would help pacify her, the Demon Lord began browsing the archive room for something to read.

Most of the old documents were gone, and everything was new and neatly organized.
Glancing at one of the documents he picked up, he found records of the company’s public trade and ledgers. He quickly read through them, checked for any discrepancies in the company’s operations, and then nodded before diving into another document.

The Demon Lord was, in fact, quite the bookworm.
Few people knew it, but it was a well-kept secret that he would sometimes hole up in a library for days on end, engrossed in books.

Old-timers in the company knew that during a past vacation, the Demon Lord had spent his entire week-long break—a long one for a Demon Lord—reading continuously without sleeping, utilizing his physical abilities.

As for genres, rather than having a variety, the Demon Lord was a promiscuous reader.
If it was there, he would just pick it up and read.
He always believed that accumulating knowledge was best and acted on it.

He harbored a great interest in Amelia Miyagawa’s Sage’s Library and dreamed of entering it, but Evia, fearing that the Demon Lord might not return for potentially years if he entered, was preventing him with all her might.
Only Jiro knew this, and he also felt compelled to stop the Demon Lord if he heard about it, so he cooperated with Evia, and the Demon Lord’s dream remained unfulfilled.

While he expressed dissatisfaction about this, the Demon Lord acknowledged that it was inevitable. He harbored the ambition that once peace arrived in the future, he would read to his heart’s content. For now, he decided to reread the documents at hand, starting from the end of the shelf.

He handled the documents with care, but his speed was so astonishing that it made one wonder if he was actually reading them.
He flipped through the documents, his eyes catching the words that appeared in fleeting moments, and he would finish even thick volumes in mere seconds.

Even so, he was reading quite slowly by his standards.
Compared to a normal person’s reading speed, it was as if he spent about two to three minutes per page.
While reading at this pace, the Demon Lord used magic to pull document after document from the shelves, drinking tea as he read, and then magically returning them. It was truly a wasteful use of his abilities.

By the way, this was within the company grounds, in Evia’s dungeon.
Normally, if he were to use magic like this, Evia would immediately appear. However, there was no sign of her at the moment.
Evia, using her subordinates to their full extent and trying her best to detect him herself, had her senses deceived by the initial barrier he had set up and missed him.
Even when subordinates, searching on foot, passed by the archive room, they assumed he wouldn’t be there and bypassed it, convinced he must be elsewhere.

It takes time to search a place again after once deciding it was safe.
Knowing this, the Demon Lord replenished his snacks and brought them to his mouth, thinking, “Alright, I’m safe for another three hours.”

“Mmm! Delicious!”

These were macarons from his favorite cake shop near the company.
And to wash down the slightly sweet taste in his mouth, he took a sip of tea made from high-grade leaves imported directly from England.
The Demon Lord, currently enjoying the flavors of Earth’s teas, coffees, and sweets, was satisfied and returned to his slightly paused document reading.

The soft sunlight filtering in, and the comfortable temperature and humidity maintained by the Demon Lord, made the archive room quite pleasant.
There was no noise.

No annoying old-timers.
Even though he had said he would deal with it later, there was no pile of documents he needed to look at right now.

If Evia were to see this scene, she might have been furious, but even so, the Demon Lord, who had been working tirelessly without a break, was understandably a bit fed up and taking a short rest.

“Oh, what’s this?”

The Demon Lord mentally apologized to Evia for a moment, but his hand suddenly stopped.
The documents he had transported by magic were improvement reports from the dungeon testers.
And they were from the very beginning.
Documents from when the Dungeon Tester department had just been established.

“How nostalgic.”

Even looking at them again, the Demon Lord gazed at the improvement reports from the first-generation testers, which could only be described as crude, with a gentle expression as if looking at something endearing.

“Was he already standing out from this point on?”

While many testers demanded dungeon deterioration, Jiro alone showed the spirit to improve them even slightly.
Knowing that few people would willingly harm themselves, the Demon Lord continued reading, pleased with his actions.

Then, after some time—a few minutes, actually—the Demon Lord noticed new reports mixed in among the documents of the first-generation Dungeon Testers.

“This is… ah, I see. They joined around this time.”
The three newcomers recruited by Jiro Tanaka, whom he had never directly greeted at the beginning.

Tadashi Kaido
Min Shiretoko
Masaru Tokorozawa

From a certain point onwards, Jiro Tanaka’s reports began to stand out more than others, which was after they joined his party.

“Heh, nostalgic.”

For the Demon Lord, a year might be short for humans, but he could still feel nostalgic.
After all, they had done things that had left at least some impression on the Demon Lord’s memory.

If they were merely party members of Jiro Tanaka, he wouldn’t feel nostalgic.
To the Demon Lord, they would be no different than symbols if they were just accessories.
They had certainly accomplished things that remained in the Demon Lord’s memory.

“Tadashi Kaido, I never expected you to be favored by Amili.”

Acting on impulse, he searched with detection magic to find the relevant document and pulled it towards him. It was a resume submitted when the employee joined the company.
It contained the usual information for a resume, such as their background and a photo, and on the next page, it detailed the company’s assessment of Tadashi Kaido’s personality and behavioral history.

“Min Shiretoko, talented but perhaps cowardly, hiding her true nature, yet possessing the kindness to help the boy she harbors feelings for.”

This was not just for Kaido, but a document summarizing Jiro Tanaka’s party.
After reading Kaido’s resume, the Demon Lord next turned the page and couldn’t help but chuckle at the face of the girl with a somewhat languid gaze.

“Masaru Tokorozawa, seemingly strong-willed with the support of the girl, but a boy with an unstable side. However, he shows future potential.”

With the same smile, he gently turned the page. The next face was Katsu, visibly tense.
The Demon Lord’s assessment of him was that he was still a bud.
Looking forward to seeing how he would change, the Demon Lord gently turned the next page.

“Oops, she wasn’t in his party from the beginning, was she?”
Then he saw Karen Kitamiya, with a composed expression in her resume photo.
He had heard about the circumstances of her joining Jiro’s party.

She was in the party of Toru Himusumi, who was highly expected for his talent and skill on the field.
However, due to her lack of resilience to setbacks, that party gradually became dysfunctional.
As a result, Karen Kitamiya left the party and later joined Jiro’s party.

“It seems she’s also had her share of troubles.”
Although her words were often sharp, she also showed a caring side.
While she seemed to have mixed feelings about Toru Himusumi, reports from other employees indicated that she covered for other dungeon testers, especially the female ones.
Looking at the documents evaluating her actions, she seemed to have gained considerable favor from the field.

“Yes, yes, that’s good.”
Seeing their achievements was a great joy for the Demon Lord.
Such documents rarely reached the top, so it was refreshing to see them.

He wished he could review more documents like these, but given his position as Demon Lord, he was overwhelmingly inundated with paperwork concerning matters that affected the nation’s future.
This was why he had less contact with those in charge of fieldwork.

“Hmm, personally, I’d like to have more interaction with the field, but time and Evia don’t allow it.”
The Demon Lord himself felt this was not ideal, but he was so busy that, without forcing himself to take a break like this, he would have no time to rest at all.
Despite accepting it as inevitable, his desire to do so and the urge to connect with those below could not be helped.

“Haa, I wish a meteor would fall tomorrow and kill all the old people. Ah, no. That would lead to another succession dispute and more trouble. Even if I dealt with them one by one, it would take ten years. I don’t want that.”
The Demon Lord, under the guise of no one listening, let out a weary sigh, a rare sight, and leaked a bit of his magic, cursing the old people who constantly tried to hold him back at every opportunity.
Later, the old people noticed an increase in hair loss and panicked, but whether it was the effect of this curse or not, only God knows.

“But, it’s regrettable. Truly regrettable. That I overlooked this. If I had found it earlier, I could have seen it before Evia stopped me.”
Saying this, and to lift his spirits, he turned the pages further and saw a document concerning Amelia Miyagawa.
She was the newest member of Jiro Tanaka’s party, a former hero summoned to another world, who had become a vessel for the soul of the first Demon Lord and lived with the soul of a sage. In a sense, she was the most unique person in the party, having had extraordinary experiences.
Her mother was currently working as an office worker at this company, and her performance was good.
At first, she was bewildered by the character’s appearance, words, and ideology based on her race, but she had now adapted well.
Amelia, with such a mother, possessed the Sage’s Library, which was a treasure trove for the Demon Lord. He wanted to enter the library whenever he had free time, but he couldn’t find the time.

“Ah, it’s truly regrettable. When the chance comes, I will definitely see it.”
While the Demon Lord usually maintained his dignity and composure, it was different when desire was involved.
At that moment, Amelia felt a chill run down her spine, and Karen, who was eating with her, became worried.
Moreover, this happened at a cafe outside the company. The Demon Lord, having prepared himself to the point where he could send his thoughts that far.

“Well, as a distraction, I’ll just re-read all their documents.”
As if to release his pent-up frustration about not being able to enter Amelia’s library, he unabashedly summoned the documents of Jiro’s party members, excluding Jiro himself, from the shelves onto the desk and prepared to read.

It was half a day later when Evia found such a Demon Lord.
It was after she had drawn her magic sword and gotten serious.

During that time, the Demon Lord was reminiscing about Jiro’s companions.

Today’s word: Looking back is also important.

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