The training facility.
A classroom exclusive to staff members.
A report meeting on the training progress of the Otherworlders.
“Damn it.”
“They’re slow learners.”
The Otherworlders were forcibly summoned from different worlds.
Their ages varied, which was a problem.
Those who were currently voicing their anxieties were not keen on war.
They disliked doing anything beyond surviving by killing.
The older age group than myself (in physical age) had war experience in their original worlds.
“I don’t want to go through that hell again.”
I heard that said late at night in their beds.
“My assigned Others are my age.”
I accept fiction like novels and anime.
So, there’s no problem with the training itself.
Necessary for daily life.
I’ve mastered Water Creation, Kindling, Cleansing, and Harvest’s Blessing.
Harvest’s Blessing is a magic that helps crops grow even on barren land or sand.
“I understand what you’re saying, but…”
“Th-then…?”
“But if you don’t show results, a pay cut is inevitable.”
“N-no way…”
We could have been like that.
It was just that the Otherworlders I was assigned had the aptitude to safely master the training subjects.
Forty percent overall. I was close too.
A room in the training area.
After the report meeting was dismissed.
I start today’s lesson with the Otherworlders I’m in charge of, beginning with classroom study.
Right now, we’re practicing increasing magic resistance.
“Sleep,
“Gyaaaa… *thud*… zzzz.”
“Hey? Don’t fall asleep immediately again today… Did they fall asleep?”
Well then, I’ll go check on the training of the ones with other women. ♪
It’s not like I’m slacking off.
It’s just that the Otherworlders who were brought up in today’s report meeting.
I’m going to see how they’re training, in relation to their assigned staff.
Just in case my own Others have any friction, it’ll be a reference.
Another training room.
The training hasn’t started yet.
The staff is patiently explaining to the Otherworlders that they won’t survive in this world if they don’t pass the training.
For some reason, there are no monsters on this continent.
It’s questionable whether there are any labyrinths or Dungeons.
Even in the sea, there are probably none within the territorial waters.
They are thoroughly dispatched to any abnormal magic reaction, where monsters are likely to be.
Monsters and humans living outside the Dome are thoroughly eliminated.
The higher-ups.
“It’s the order of the Sages who serve the great God. We are merely carrying out that order.”
They are like dolls. Blind followers. Fanatical believers.
We, the lower ranks, have no choice but to obey orders without complaint.
There is no choice.
Refuse, and you’ll be banished from the Dome.
And then you’ll be eliminated by those who came for you.
Just like those guys at the bottom of the valley I fled into.
“Now then, please begin with classroom study.”
“…Yes.”
“Your replies are too quiet! ”
“Yes!”
Oops, I missed one.
I need to wake them up and go back.
Training resumes.
* * *
Night.
I enter the large room where the Otherworlders I’m in charge of are staying, as an Astral Body.
I’m here to hear their complaints about me, or slander about the higher-ups. ♪
“…I’m tired from today’s training.”
“Yeah, when will I become strong?”
“Isn’t a man supposed to achieve great deeds on the battlefield and then enter the Harem route? ♪”
“I resist killing people. Do you guys not feel it? Even though they’re from another world, they look like us. Killing them. Guilt, ethics, you know?”
“Oh, you’re overthinking it.”
“I’m not going to pry into what you did in your original world. But, in this world, we’re a team. I’d rather not die together because someone is holding us back.”
“That’s right. We decided by majority vote that we have to go to the war (hell) disguised as the noble cause of a Holy War, didn’t we?”
“B-but…”
Hoo boy. Just because my training is going smoothly, ♪
The war participation is still a long way off.
I can’t let my subordinates, Brain and Sharie, who are watching my back, fight.
In the end, I’ll put them to sleep from behind.
Then, I’ll use them as pawns to attack the Magical Kingdom Izul that rules this continent. ♪
The good things about their original worlds.
Colleagues, family.
Things they saw every day.
The Otherworlders were lulled to sleep by such heartwarming talk.
I’ll go back to my room and sleep too.
Tomorrow, I’ll weaken their magic.
Information is a weapon. Imagining what the Otherworlders don’t know.
I’ll use it as a weapon for my dreams. That’s my thanks.
* * *
When Rayos and the others fall asleep.
Reports on which Otherworlders are useful and which are not reach each Sage.
The next day.
The Sages review the reports.
“Dispose of the useless ones.”
This order is given to the managers of each Dome.
The method of disposal is up to them.
The deadline is within two weeks.
The reason is to give the other useful Otherworlders time to think of a way to somewhat alleviate the shock of having the disposal orders pronounced.
“Understood.”
“We will dispose of them peacefully within the deadline.”
“Hmm.”
After the Mato connection is cut, the Sages begin their post-meal exercise.
They play with large monsters and humanoid monsters confined in subspace.
After exercising, they have an early lunch with fresh ingredients.
In the afternoon, they complain about the situation of the Domes they manage with other Sages.
Starting with “My Otherworlders…”
It ends with self-praise, claiming that “With my exceptional skills…”
They spend their time reading or researching new magic until evening.
In the evening, they listen to the day’s activity reports from the Dome managers.
Those who submit irritating reports are killed, and arrangements are made to send in replacements while they finish their meals.
“Another day has passed without incident. This is all thanks to the Great Sage who illuminates us and watches over us in heaven.”
After offering prayers to the Great Sage, the Sages retire to their beds.
