"Sometimes, of course, we say that there are few backward personnel inside the military, but there are also people who simply work slowly in the HR department."

"Oh, you don't even know. I was late for my salary."

Ordering knobs and dishing out bad mouths from rookies and other departments at the barracks station, Mr. Sophia then drinks like water a liquor that seems to be of high frequency.

That just makes her face a little red, so her alcohol tolerance is tremendous.

Could it be, Mr. Sophia, that you are talented as a magician...? Why are you doing clerical work, Mr. Highspec?

"Since salary delays are a matter of death and death... I guess we should ask His Majesty to turn around Mr. Eli into an accountant and disconnect the accounting department from the Human Resources Bureau"

"I think it's good. The Human Resources Bureau has to do a lot of work just to manage human resources such as reassignment, recruitment, promotion, demotion, and medal awards."

It's been a long time since I've been in the store, but talking is all about work, not personal.

We've been together a long time and we don't know each other.

I sometimes say that's all we have to talk about.

"But then we need to recruit a new backward clerk..."

"The executive candidates have gathered a lot, and now I'm wondering if it's time to try lowering the demand level. Worst case scenario, because I only wish I could read, write and calculate. The rest is education after hiring."

"Right. Yeah, but there will be more departments under the Barracks, so why don't we hire them in two categories: executive candidates and general staff?"

But it's HR's job to do it.

"… there was a necessary expense in the world."

Hand out to the people what they value as "unnecessary emergency spare parts" to the convoy warehouse that the station bureau began to place under their control, well, what, for convenience.

You'll always rely on your majesty.

"Isn't that called 'bribery'?

"Required Expenses."

"... doesn't sound like a conversation between someone who was accusing you of grand misconduct or bribery in another department at your previous meeting."

"That doesn't mean I'm a perfectionist myself who won't tolerate all the injustice just because I used it as a means to get things going."

And false accusations are the job of the gendarmerie.

"……… deceived"

"Deceived me... did I look like such a noble person?

"I thought all humans were cunning things... I missed it a little."

"Sorry about that."

Though that's what I tried to apologize for, Mr. Sophia's not even another angry breeze. Rather, it is something I do not know because I smile satisfactorily.

"If you're going to do that, you should have done it from the beginning, shouldn't you?

"Saying?

"I mean, wouldn't it have been more efficient to root for the weakness of injustice?"

Oh, I see.

Sure, that's efficient. I have more allies, even though I hold weaknesses, and I don't have to be weirdly frightened. I wasn't sure I'd do the same, but I stopped for two reasons.

"Two?"

"Yep. One thing is, you didn't want to betray His Majesty the Demon King."

"... Yes?

Well, it's a simple story.

Your Majesty is the man to say it. This mostly makes sense, but he's like that. He is such that he will not admit it if there is great injustice.

I didn't have the courage to report the injustice to His Majesty like that and to miss the injustice and gather my people.

"Besides, my barracks reform is also a reform of the Demon King's Army. Sooner or later, we had to rebuff wrongfully."

"... I see. Well, I don't think it's a very smart idea."

Leave me alone.

"So, what's the second reason?

"Oh, that's a simpler reason."

"What do you mean?

"... you're scared I'm going to get stabbed in the back because I'm holding someone else's weakness"

It is a well-read development in juvenile detective cartoons. Most people who try to do things with their weaknesses are killed. I can't tell you the same thing!

…………

Mr. Sophia's cold gaze hurts so much.

"Um... Dear Akira"

"Yes."

"That's the second reason most of the time, right?

"Why can you read my mind?

"Why did you think your mind wouldn't be read?

Mm-hmm. That's true. No wonder Mr. Sophia is a read-minded user.

Let's just change the subject. If we don't get out of the grave while it's shallow, we'll be stuck deep and unable to get out.

"With that said, Mr. Sophia, why are you in the Demon King's Army?

"... Demon King's Army." Something? "

Scary. Scary. Scary eyes.

"Oh, no, that's not what I meant."

There is no deep meaning in simple questions.

Mr. Sophia, as you can see, is a highly spelled person.

There are no professions that are more rewardingly flavorful than the military, and there are actually plenty of highly paid elites in the Demon Capital Chamber of Commerce, guilds, etc.

Therefore, when it comes to clerks, they set their salaries to be considerably higher, and if that's not enough, they say, "I can work beside His Majesty the Demon King and work for His Majesty the Demon King!" It incites loyalty and hangs recruitment.

Still, as subtle as it is to get together, good clerks are valuable.

"I mean, I thought you should normally live in the Devil's Capital. Armies are a lot of restrictions, aren't they?

"Well, that's right. I do think you should work in Devil's Capital."

"Then why? Is it loyalty to Your Majesty?

"... that's probably the closest thing you can get"

She had an increased intake of alcohol after the word.

I thought there would be limits no matter how many pythons you said, but Mr. Sophia kept drinking without saying anything and finally knocked out.

She burst asleep, resting her breath.

"... well, I wonder if things are meant to be together, out-of-pocket or human"

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