Hubbub, hubbub.
A bizarre incident occurred.
Was it the work of a patient from a warring nation?!
Did they make someone their partner in revenge for their defeat?!
Speculation flew around the plaza while waiting for additional information from above.
“Quiet down—!”
Detailed information about the incident was conveyed by a superior officer.
Hubbub, hubbub!! Seriously? A rabbit…?
The victim was a prostitute who handled their… processing.
The culprit was a brown-furred rabbit.
Unbelievable facts.
“Furthermore, that rabbit has been subjugated by a brave soldier.”
Ooohh!!
Relief spread that there would be no further victims.
If incidents continued, the prostitutes wouldn’t come.
Their… processing would cease.
Such a situation would lead to a hell where one opens new doors to self-generation with the same sex, or achieves enlightenment.
“Militia aren’t useless, huh?”
“Shall we go see the Hero’s face? ♪?”
“Let’s do that,” the superior officer said, heading towards the tent of the soldier and militia member.
A long line formed at the tent entrance, with people wanting to hear about the faces and the incident, just like them.
“Ah, I’m late.”
“This is going to take a while.”
“Let’s kill some time somewhere.”
“Yeah.”
Hubbub, hubbub.
The hostile nation was the Republic of the Tower.
They launched psychological attacks with provocative messages.
They never initiated an attack themselves.
Most would return safely through tactical retreats.
They deliberately didn’t pursue, all to let us know that we were a strong nation.
“Seriously, why did the higher-ups pick a fight? ///”
Drunk on alcohol, he confessed his complaints.
“Hey, hey, you’re drinking too fast.”
“There’s a limit to how much alcohol we get.”
One bottle per person.
Three bottles as a reward for those who blew up or destroyed some defensive device of the enemy tower.
It was a small reward to boost morale, which had decreased due to the reduced numbers.
But that was the limit for the country.
The system to have prostitutes bear the next generation also faced strong opposition.
It cost money to control the citizens. Mainly survivor’s pensions.
“Gulp, gulp, ahhh//////”
We risked our lives for—… *thud*.
Gurgle… zzz.
“Hey? Huh? It’s noisy outside…”
Hubbub, hubbub.
“Another incident!?”
“Again!? Another prostitute…”
The second bizarre incident.
The victim was a prostitute.
The culprit was… a dog?
“A dog after a rabbit? What’s going on? Hey, hey, is this an enemy attack?”
“What do you think it’ll be next? I bet it’s a bear.”
Inside the base, due to the repeated incidents.
People rushed left and right to report the incident information to the captains of each unit.
Half a day later.
The hero who subjugated the culprit dog appeared again.
So fast!? How on earth…?
The name of the subjugator was announced.
It was an unfamiliar name.
Hubbub, hubbub.
“It’s fine since the planned sortie got canceled, but.”
“What is it, I wonder?”
The soldiers were bewildered by the bizarre incidents.
The merchants who came to sell arms and armor, food, and amenities were anxious about the insufficient base security. A youngster retorted, “Since we’re not women, we won’t be attacked, right?” and was approached, “What if you are attacked, huh?!”
“Hii, I’m sorry.”
All these incidents were caused by Rayos.
And it was a staged, self-orchestrated event.
“Promoted to platoon leader♪ Moreover, one of the squad members is a ghost. A team of four.”
It’s not that I’m aiming for you to earn achievements under my command.
My objective is women. To create a harem paradise.
“Congratulations on your promotion to platoon leader, Malvert-san.”
“Right. We sortie tomorrow. Take care of your physical condition until then. Also, strange incidents have been happening one after another, so inform me if you notice anything unusual in your surroundings. Don’t act alone under any circumstances, okay?”
“Yes.”
These three thought the new platoon leader seemed decent.
They saluted and left the tent, enjoying their free time.
