Barracks.
Shared room.
“Yo, Heath (Heathcliff)♪”
“Oh, Cass (Carrasgal).”
Cass, with whom I’d recently become friendly, visited my room on my day off.
It’s been several days since I started living here, going by the name Heath, known to this body.
I’m getting along reasonably well with Horolog (Horowrooguston), my roommate.
Incidentally, this body belongs to a man in his 50s with children, just like Cass.
I have to mentally transform myself into a handsome young man in his 20s or 30s.
Body odor… Ugh.
On my days off, reading is my daily routine.
Cass somehow got the latest information about those who went to the Holy War.
“That’s amazing.”
“Heh, this is a bit pricey, though ♪”
“You’re making money, huh~~♪”
“Business, business ♪”
The Holy War took the cute girls who were candidates for my harem.
I paid Cass for the information.
We played board games.
Eight matches, six wins, two losses.
I won.
I managed to recoup some of the information cost, and Cass went back to his room.
“Next time, let’s compete outside!”
“Ah, well, I’ll be counting on your information then too.”
“Huh? Cass, were you here?”
Horolog returned.
He didn’t seem to have been shopping.
“What were you doing, Horolog?”
“Hmm? Having tea with an acquaintance.”
Hmm. His acquaintances are quite narrow in age range.
Probably someone related to his son or daughter.
That guy Cass! The information wasn’t worth paying for!
Sigh, I’ll crush him in the next match.
My job, so to speak.
The Ministry of Magic mostly deals with trivial matters within the dome.
From providing emotional care for those who lost family in the Holy War.
To processing magic tools that support disrupted lives in accumulated garbage dumps.
“My shoulders are stiff~~”
At the end of work, during the assembly, the Director gave a follow-up report to the Minister.
“Another…”
“In the dome…”
“Summoning of Otherworlders…”
Summoning Otherworlders, forcibly abducted—Here we go♪!
Otherworlders who believe, “I am the best, my rules, I’m the heroine.”
Girls and working women to my liking, *guffaw*.
While I continue with my regular duties.
I eagerly await the preparations for the summoning of Otherworlders.
And then, finally, in the dome where I’m hiding♪.
Rustle rustle…? Gyaaaahhh!?!!
The forced abduction event took place on a magic circle in front of the Director and other higher-ups.
Ministers from other departments explained the common tropes of Otherworlders.
“My country is currently at war with East Continent across the sea.
You Otherworlders have been summoned from your world to aid our army.
If you wish to return to your original world.
Completely crush the enemy army.
You may resist, but there is nothing outside this dome?
How many of you have survival skills for the outside world?”
What a terrible threat.
It even makes me smile.
A refreshing “Otherworlder trope.”
“Are you joking—”
“Don’t joke around!? You’re ruining my date with my boyfriend! He was taking me to a high-class restaurant for the last time… Ow?! You hit me, you virgin—!”
“You interrupt me and then you call me a virgin and say such slanderous things to the kitchen!?”
“What did you say!?”
Gyaaa! Waaah!
The Otherworlders started arguing amongst themselves.
The higher-ups just watched, as they weren’t rebelling.
I wish they’d hurry up and assign a cute girl to me.
I’ll train her thoroughly, hand in hand~~, heh heh heh♪♪.
“Um, excuse me…?”
The two who were arguing.
I cut in when they were catching their breath.
Impressive. A glasses-wearing guy. Girls are more appealing (to me).
“What is it?”
“We are not good with violence…”
Otherworlder trope.
Assistance is unavoidable, but…
We’ll just be a hindrance.
“Rest assured.”
The Minister explained that they would not be sent into battle immediately.
They would be given a training period to become combat-ready.
Their food, clothing, and shelter during the training period would be minimally guaranteed.
The glasses-wearing guy, who had become the representative, resumed discussions with the calmer individuals, asking to speak with them.
The two who were arguing, a man and a woman, also joined the discussion to decide their fate after regaining their composure.
Never mind that.
I just hope the Otherworlder I’ll be training is a cute girl, a *cute girl*.
My legs are tired, but I can endure it for a cute girl.
Whisper, whisper.
The discussion about deciding their own fate.
It was difficult.
I wish we could wait somewhere.
My legs are stiff.
I glance at the person next to me.
Yeah, they’re also struggling with stiff legs, bored like me.
I sneak glances at the Minister, hoping they’ll notice.
But they’re talking with the Director about the final confirmation of the training content.
Well, seeing as they’re bickering so much about their own fates.
I understand that uniform training for everyone is impossible.
But shouldn’t you discuss that away from the Otherworlders?
Look, some of them are eavesdropping intently.
This will make the Otherworlder assigned to me suspicious.
The reconciliation of mutual interests is still far off.
Thirty minutes later.
The discussion finally came to a conclusion.
A small banquet was held to celebrate the summoning and cooperation of the Otherworlders.
We welcomed the Otherworlders with a soup containing a flavor that lulls you slowly and thought-reducing medicine until dusk.
“Now, please follow your assigned staff members. And train diligently starting tomorrow. Dismissed.”
Shuffle, shuffle.
Their eyes were vacant. Like a march of zombies or ghouls.
Under our guidance, the Otherworlders were escorted to the holding facility… their residences.
“Well then, I’ll come to wake you up tomorrow morning. Please rest well tonight.”
” ” ” “Yes, thank you.” ” ” ”
Forcibly abducted from different races and worlds.
The Otherworld translation function of the magic circle is working without any problems so far.
Their possessions will be collected tomorrow, when they receive new clothes at the public bath after training.
We will identify anyone carrying unknown medicines or pathogens that could harm us.
We were subsequently purified with cleansing magic.
Shared room.
Horolog went to bed early, looking sick as if he were drunk.
“Goodnight, Horolog.”
“Ugh… Ugh…”
Is he okay?
I detached myself when the purification was happening, so I didn’t get dizzy, but…
The others must be too…
I’d rather imagine the women right now!
The sight of guys passing out drunk is goosebump-inducing.
I think about the Otherworlder assigned to me.
I’ll try not to take my frustration out on them during training tomorrow.
And go to bed.
Why didn’t they assign a single girl to me!?
