I Become a Staff Officer in the Demon Army, but I Can Only Do Office Work!

I need something for the cemetery.

Here's the answer:

vast tracts of land.

Tombstone.

Coffin.

Understanding of neighbors.

Prayer.

Kim.

Budget.

Cost.

Strength to acquire the above objects.

"So, Mr. Yurier. How was the end?

"Originally there was no problem because of the small population. I've hit him with coins."

This half-ring lolli says she has no body or lid.

But "money" is also a very smart and quick way to grasp the hearts and minds of people, both East and West.

You can't blame her.

"... thank you. Aside from the methodology, this solves the land problem."

A cemetery needs land anyway.

Besides, this time it's the grave of the war dead. It can't be crude.

You can't possibly turn it into a coin-locker style barnacle hall like a modern urban tomb.

So I need vast amounts of land, and I'd like to have one grave per person if I can.

Well, this is either my unsolicited aspiration or my religious view.

"If the land is finished with no problems, the rest is the construction of a cemetery facility"

"But hey, what are you building? To a grave or something."

"The tomb 'something'... Well, it's a lot."

Memorial facilities, lounges.

Become a pretty huge facility. I'd like to make it look like Arlington National Cemetery for now.

"But well, leave the designs around there to the contractors. Let's just check. And then I guess it goes with the budget."

Hmm, and speaking of asking her...

"Oh, yeah. Mr. Juliet, can I ask you for another one?

"What?

I'll tell her that.

I think if you walk down the road, you will get it without any problems because it is something you normally have, but check it out for once.

"What do you say?

"... it's definitely normal, and if you look for it, I think it's for sale. What do you use it for, that? You're gonna spend money on that?

"Well, is that just an emotion? I'm not saying it's absolutely necessary, and if it's impossible or expensive, save it."

This is a little too much for me. It's also an abuse of authority, but I thought the War Dead cemetery needed it.

"Hmmm...... well, fine. That's what the director says, so I guess he's here."

"Sorry for the inconvenience"

I'm a little sorry for the feeling that I threw some chores at Mr. Yurier, but she answered with a thumbs-up without worrying.

"I mean, fine. Just sign this, Mr. Director."

"Yes...... is this it?

The paper I was given says something in ink. But what it says...

"Look, you don't understand! It's a tombstone order!

"I'm sorry, I don't know what to look at"

As usual, Mr. Yurier's writing was dirty.

Moreover, it is the earliest impossible to decipher because it is increasingly polluting day by day. Shouldn't I say ciphertext?

"Mr. Yurier, please write in proper letters next time. Otherwise you won't receive it."

"It's a pain in the ass, okay?

"Write it"

"No, I'm not good at writing. I work hard on paperwork, but not any more..."

"Just write."

"Oh, wow."

All right. The negotiations were concluded by extremely peaceful discussions.

In the meantime, I'll sign this paperwork that I can't even read critically enough to overstate.

"Oh, yeah. I remember with a headstone, but please properly engrave the headstone with a headstone inscription. Just stop poking gravestones in the ground."

"Wow, I know. That's how much I can understand!

"It's easy to understand..."

Well, this clarity, the simplicity of action, is also a good place for Mr. Yurier.

Making a number of requests regarding names to carve on tombstones and tombstones, raw fallen years, and so on, Ms. Yurier will once again cross every guild and chamber of commerce in the Devil's Capital.

She is definitely the most meritorious person in this cemetery construction plan.

Battle troop punching has decreased lately, and let's give her a vacation.

But the way Mr. Yurier notes my words, the work enthusiasm seems true, but somehow, her note writing is about to become a hieroglyph.

No, I don't mind, if I can read it in person.

Sometimes some guys are so bad at writing that they can't even read it themselves.

"Mr. Yurier, you've done a lot of clerical work in the previous workplace like that. No, I still do."

I wouldn't have hired Mr. Juliet if I hadn't introduced you, would I? What was the workplace thinking before her?

"I was the only one who could read the letters!

"Hey, wait a minute. What do you mean?"

It sucks that there's only Mr. Yurier who can read letters. I don't care what you think!

It would be quicker to work if you were turning your affairs around by yourself! Finally, I can explain how dirty the letters are! If you wrote it beautifully, you wouldn't have time!

Oh, that's kind of amazing. I'm convinced. I almost had my head in my arms.

"Workplace before that...... was it a workshop? Are you okay now?

"I think it's gonna be okay. It's crushed, though."

"Hey?

If I pull out the only person who can do clerical work, that would crush me instantly.

"It's okay, 'cause they're all good, I'm sure they're rejoining another workshop! The management was bright red, and sooner or later it was."

"Well, don't worry... are you relieved?

"That's right. When I told everyone, 'It's a red,' I said, 'Red means good!' Cause all I ever said was stupid!

Are you comfortable with this?

All the information Yurier talks about is the anxiety element......

I mean, well, it's about His Majesty, so aftercare would be a lot. I was hoping it wouldn't crumble.

"Mr. Yurier, mind where your former boss went too"

"Oh, no. Terrible."

It was a quick answer.