I always think that problems tend to invite more problems.
While it might be endless to talk about minor issues, the recent rebellion instigated by that scoundrel Carter could be considered a major one.
Then there was the incident of random stabbings within the dungeon, and I heard he was involved in the subsequent incident during the contract with the spirits.
Finally, he went too far during the competition, and as a result, Amelia’s life was put in danger.
Ah, it honestly felt like a string of turbulent troubles, as if I were going through a particularly unlucky year.
Honestly, I want to say I’ve had enough.
“Hey, Kaido. I have to submit reports on cleaning up after Amelia and about this incident. What do you think about that?”
With dark circles under my eyes, subtly implying I was busy, I shifted away from my usual desk in the party room and looked down.
I’m sure I was smiling and smoking a cigarette at Kaido, who was prostrating himself before me.
It might look like a yakuza member making a civilian bow, but I don’t care.
After all, this is my fourth consecutive all-nighter.
It’s in the form of post-conflict processing, but it’s been back-to-back reports and explanations to the higher-ups.
I say it’s my fourth all-nighter, but I did manage to squeeze in about five hours of sleep in between naps. Still, honestly, I have no memory of resting outside of eating and bathing.
During the day, I was taken by the demons prepared by the supervisor, accompanied by the supervisor, and explained the circumstances, usefulness, and safety of the twin angels, Shiik and Miik, who we recently protected, to the higher-ups—who were probably nobles.
Normally, it should have been a simple matter of reading the report, but these people were so nitpicky, always trying to find fault, so if I showed even the slightest opening, they’d try to undermine my position, which was truly problematic.
They were exactly the typical kind of annoying bosses.
Mentally and physically exhausted and wanting to rest, I spent my nights creating reports and presentation materials for the next one.
It feels similar to what I did at my previous company, but unlike then, although it’s physically and mentally tough, I don’t feel depressed.
If it were like my previous company, where my boss went home early and I was stuck working alone, I wouldn’t just complain; I’d probably explode. But here, it’s the same for every department in the Demon Lord’s Army, not just the supervisor.
Everyone, from top to bottom, is actively working.
It’s truly a busy season.
Therefore, no complaints come from my mouth, and I believe I have no dissatisfaction in my heart.
If I had to say anything, I’d like to say a word or two to those influential figures who probably enjoy their tea elegantly right now, those who hold money and power, but it’s a waste of energy to do so.
So, without any particular complaints, I devoted myself to my work.
It was in the midst of this that Kaido performed his dogeza.
From that alone, I could guess that something had gone wrong.
Honestly, I’m also at my limit.
I don’t want any more problems.
“Senpai! Please teach me how to handle girls.”
“Who cares, you idiot.”
I thought I’d spare a moment for my old junior, but it seems there’s no need.
The instant I heard what he wanted, the gap in my mind was instantly filled with thoughts about work.
I cut him off with a single statement and returned to my work.
“Please wait! I’m begging you, please!”
“Hmph! Stop clinging to me, you nuisance. I’m sleep-deprived from staying up all night!”
As Kaido switched from his dogeza posture to clinging to my leg, I swung my leg to detach him, but Kaido, not letting go, used his reinforced body to maintain his position.
I too am using my demon crest-enhanced body in a way that differs from its intended purpose in this death march, but I’m accepting it for tonight’s sake.
That’s right, it’s Amelia’s discharge day.
After being rescued and waking up, she had been hospitalized in a state-run hospital for medical examination. As a result, the verdict was that she was physically and mentally exhausted but otherwise fine, and she was scheduled for discharge today, the fourth day.
In conjunction with this, Minami suggested holding a discharge celebration party.
Kitamiya and Katsu, who had been looking after things, agreed, and the ladies, Suella, Himik, and Memoria, are currently making preparations in my room.
I couldn’t participate in the preparations due to my work, but I gave Himik a generous budget, and with Suella and Memoria’s cooperation, it will likely be a rather lavish party.
Therefore, I had been undertaking this daily death march, not only to attend the party but also to avoid any sudden work that might interrupt me.
“She’s an angel you picked up! If you picked her up, gave her food and shelter, and let her stay, you should take care of her!”
“That’s what I’m saying! That’s what I’m saying! But that’s how it turned out!?”
And this death march, in fact, is the overflow of Kaido’s issues onto me.
I was supposed to divide the work with Kaido, but he was taken out of the fighting force, leaving me to hack through this mountain of reports alone.
And Kaido, now freed from this death march, has been assigned one task.
That is the supervision, or rather, the assistance in adapting to modern society, of the twin angels, Shiik and Miik.
You could also call it being their caretaker, but the name doesn’t matter at this point.
These two young girls, appearing to be just entering junior high, and angels, beings who shouldn’t be here, are.
A surface-level guardian is needed, but individuals with a certain level of power due to factional relationships, or those who harbor hostility towards angels from a historical perspective, were excluded from the candidate pool of guardians.
With various other conditions added, Kaido, who belongs to the Demon Lord’s Army and is free of prejudice, and who personally protected them, was the one chosen.
That’s the official story, but from my perspective, it was the moment the young-looking twin angels, after engaging in negotiations that they shouldn’t have been privy to, secured their right to reside.
So, I understood that the twins were not the age their appearance suggested, to the point where I raised an eyebrow about the necessity of a guardian for them.
Though, in my heart, I thought they shouldn’t be made enemies.
“It’s the harem you wanted, isn’t it? Even if ‘loli’ is the initial of the word.”
As I recalled such things, I puffed on my cigarette and told him that Kaido’s daily wish to be popular with girls had been fulfilled, albeit in a peculiar way.
“Please stop! It looks like the truth, but it’s not the truth, so please stop it!”
Well, from the perspective of modern Japan, it looks like an adult man surrounded by underage girls.
It’s not something to be overjoyed about like “H
