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By the way, when was it that I went to greet Evia’s parents?
I think at least a month has passed.
…My memory is a little hazy.
However, as if mocking my senses, reality informs me that twice that time has passed, and the calendar has turned two pages.
The world announces the heat of summer.
It signals a season when people wear lighter clothes.
People say that the feeling of the passage of time varies, but what about me?
Day after day, I haven’t been doing the same thing endlessly, but I think I’ve handled a considerable amount of work.
I processed an enormous amount of work at high speed, making the workload of my previous company seem cute, and the next day the same amount of work arrived, and I finished it all.
If I had worked weekends without holidays, I would have had a little more leeway with my work, but in that case, my spirit would have been undeniably worn down.
To avoid that, I handled a huge workload on weekdays.
Thanks to that, I still had some sense of the days of the week, but I didn’t have the余裕 to remember the days that had passed.
Should I say that two months have passed, or should I say that only two months have passed?
Lately, being busy has become the norm, so time often passes without me noticing. I guess it’s correct to say that two months have passed.
“Warning. Human King, that’s enough escapism.”
“Oops, my mistake.”
“I agree. It’s understandable to feel that way when you see the carnivore in front of you. I also didn’t expect this.”
As I was thinking that I had been busy lately, and that I had just emerged from a grueling period that even this enhanced body had dark circles under my eyes for, Amili-san, with whom I often work on business, brought me back to reality.
“Yoshiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii！！ Let’s go!! Everyone! Are you all fired up?? The execution is tomorrow. Are your preparations in order!!”
I wish I didn’t have to see this reality.
Keiri-san stood resolutely on the stage, raised her fists, and shouted as if to rally everyone, trying to gather their will like a demagogue.
Responding to her voice were…
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
Women with beautiful appearances.
The “Marriage hunting party” between the volunteer women of the Demon Lord’s Army and the Japan Shiju Jutsu Association, which had been planned, was finally approaching tomorrow, and the female group gathered in the conference room as if it were a rally.
The time was slightly past closing time.
I managed to finish today’s grueling work and moved my tired body to this place.
After all, I am the person in charge.
It would be strange if I weren’t here…
“Everyone’s energetic, aren’t they?”
Honestly, I can’t keep up with theirテンション.
The difference in the atmosphere between me and them is like the difference between extreme cold and perpetual summer.
“I agree. It’s no exaggeration to say that we’ve maintained our motivation by looking forward to this day. If you were to declare a cancellation, they would undoubtedly become assassins aiming for your life.”
Amili-san, a resident of the extreme cold, included a hint of exasperation in her words, but she didn’t seem inclined to dampen their spirits.
After all, the moment she poured cold water on them, she knew that hostility would descend upon her.
I wouldn’t deliberately incur their hatred.
I agreed with that opinion and nodded honestly.
“Hahahahaha, not funny.”
“Agreed. Even though I am also a woman, I judge it impossible to exert such a spirit for the events that are about to occur.”
In fact, if I were to disturb this atmosphere even slightly, I would inevitably be met with murderous gazes.
The species were diverse.
Not only Keiri-san, a Dark Elf, but also Harpies, Demons, Beastkin, Mermaids, and Woodfolk… well, a wide variety of women from the Demon Lord’s Army gathered here, numbering a hundred in total.
Despite their different species, their eyes held a common will.
Yes… that is the hunger to find a fiancé, a hunger that is not inferior to that of carnivores.
“Everyone! The long battle has been for tomorrow! It must have been extremely difficult to maintain your condition in the best possible state while enduring long periods of hard work!!”
Keiri-san’s speech to the hungry female group was in top form.
Tears welled up in the eyes of the women who empathized with her words.
“Your efforts will be rewarded tomorrow! Our battle attire, which has been approved as an expense, is proof of that!! We have pushed craftsmen such as Giants and Dark Elves to their limits to obtain the best costumes and accessories! With the bodies you have brought to their best state through your efforts, there is no shortage in wearing them!!”
Although it cannot be discerned from their appearance, they are of marriageable age.
Therefore, their enthusiasm for this marriage hunting party is on a completely different level.
They are beautiful, so perhaps they don’t need to worry too much? However, unlike today’s Japanese women who have a declining desire for marriage.
In the Demon Lord’s Army, the desire for marriage still remains strong.
In addition, let’s recall the fact that women like Suella have been single for nearly two hundred years.
Marriage is not something that can happen anytime; it is something that must be grasped.
If you have a connection, don’t let it go even if you die.
Especially if it’s a good match.
It seems that in this world, whether one can get married or not is a deciding factor in life.
“Preparations are complete! Now, it’s time for the decisive battle!!”
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
Everyone present here is a beautiful woman of marriageable age, but within the army, they are all powerful warriors.
They are women who are avoided by ordinary men who think “strong women are a bit much,” and are shunned by noble men who tell them to “be a little more demure,” and have been unfortunate in finding partners.
Seeing them all let out a roar together, I couldn’t help but…
“…Strange. It feels like a war is about to begin tomorrow.”
I had a peculiar thought.
“I agree. For a woman, an engagement is a war. You’re not wrong.”
“Are you alright, Mimamori-sama? I have attached photos and profiles to the participant list on our side.”
Even if their eyes aren’t bloodshot, seeing the women widen their eyes and emit sounds that could be called war cries, I think of the men who, while perhaps not ordinary people, are likely not as strong as them and I worry.
“We received similar information. We’ve examined it, and it’s clear they were also well-prepared.”
Combat power is not listed.
Listing it would make it absolutely impossible, so a month ago, we sent photos that were genuinely made up without any panel magic, along with profiles that conveyed their personalities. And the participant list from the other party was sent back at the same time.
We had originally decided during the meeting that once the number of participants on each side was determined, we would exchange engagement photos, which is why it went so smoothly.
However, this smoothness has, in a way, brought about an astonishing result.
Naturally, we cannot include any strange individuals, so it is natural to scrutinize them so thoroughly it feels like holes might appear.
The women in this company are relatively friendly towards the human race.
So, we can look at those engagement photos without any particular aversion.
However, the problem is that Mimamori-sama prepared a lineup that looks like some kind of idol unit.
This caused a shock, and although it was initially planned as a marriage hunting party for about twenty people, you can’t keep secrets.
While strictly keeping the confidential information secret, the rumor that the partner in the marriage hunting party I am leading is full of handsome men quietly spread.
To confirm the truth of this, one by one, people began to express their intention to participate.
I didn’t initially intend to increase the number, but if that happened, it would create an atmosphere of a bloody battle for the existing slots, leading me to propose an urgent inquiry about increasing the slots… If they refused, I could use my position as General to suggest it for next time.
However, the reply I received was…
“Agreed!!”
A reply written in large letters, presumably by Mimamori-sama, and a document presumably written by Kirie-san, asking me to resend the detailed content.
“Seriously…” I thought, but if it’s agreed, I have no choice but to deal with it.
As a result of taking on additional work, Keiri-san did not get angry with me.
After all, she also felt the crisis that blood would be shed if things continued as they were.
As a result, in addition to my normal and dungeon management duties, I’ve created a death march of marriage hunting party preparations. This is the reason for my increased fatigue recently.
It’s my own fault, but it became even more strenuous work because I was also coordinating relationships with the Nordis family and the Mura family to increase the number of collaborators.
As a result of that death march, the number ended up being this many.
“Is this what they call truly praying to the gods? The venue preparation is left to the other party.”
I was almost overwhelmed by their spirit, which was different from a battlefield.
It’s quite something to push back against me, the General, and Amili-san with their spirit.
“You’re not wrong when you consider the other party is a god. We are also preparing, so there isn’t much difference.”
Now all that’s left is to deliver these women. I will also be entering the venue, but in a sense, I am in the position of an organizer.
I will be sharing the MC duties with them. I sincerely wish that their ideal man exists.
“Yes. Thank you for your hard work as well, Amili-san. It must have been difficult to keep everyone else in check?”
“No problem.”
I express my gratitude to Amili-san, who has endured so much hardship with me.
Although she says it with a firm attitude as if it’s nothing, I heard from Muil-san’s report that she has been working very hard.
“I will collect my full compensation. That is all.”
“Hahaha, I will also adjust with Kaido soon and proceed with the negotiations.”
Considering her extensive efforts, I wonder if that compensation is truly sufficient. Amili, the Machine King, worked for such a low price.
Her compensation is to act as a matchmaker between Kaido and herself.
“Promise. My current physical form is not socially acceptable in this world. While there are no issues with my status or age, some people will be repulsed solely by my appearance. I want to get along well with Chu’s parents.”
And then I realize that about forty percent of my recent work has been related to marriage.
Well, I expected this would happen from the day I asked Amili-san for help.
Amili-san, with her futuristic appearance as if mechanical parts were embedded in her body.
Kaido and I are already accustomed to her appearance, and rather than feeling repulsed, we have the impression of already blending in.
Although she appears as a normal, cute girl, Amili-san is sometimes teased as a demon by the people of Isal.
While otaku culture has gained human rights in society, it is understandable that revulsion arises among older age groups.
Kaido will be completely on Amili-san’s side, but it’s always good to have more allies.
“Leave it to me. With the presentation skills I developed as a corporate slave, I will capture the hearts of Kaido’s parents.”
It’s fortunate that our interests align here.
On that day, when I was prepared for a grueling workload because I had to educate Nord-kun and Mura-kun, Amili-san came to me on the same day I asked for her cooperation, offering me the best possible conditions. I am still grateful for that.
“Thank you. I’m counting on you.”
“Yes, please expect great things.”
I remember that day when we had this exchange.
Today’s word: As the end approaches, the elapsed time becomes nostalgic.
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