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

Through the ordeal of handling more work on its own, the construction of the National War Deceased Cemetery (Version 1.0) of the Devil's Capital, Groth Stadt, was successfully completed.

The ceremony is already over, but Sophia and I have done a very important task of looking at the cemetery completed in the name of final confirmation and immersing ourselves in the sense of accomplishment.

"So, what happened to the body problem?

And, Mr. Sophia.

She also seemed free all the time during the ceremony, saying something about it, and had several times scuffed her yawns to death.

"As for the Perseus Operation casualties, only those with survivors and tribal understandings were buried here. Other than that, we're going to. Well, it's a memorial service, so there won't be a problem."

For future war casualties, a letter of confirmation of intent will be distributed to the entire army at a later date.

Nor will the body remain in complete form on the battlefield. That's why the identification method is quite troublesome.

Modern Earth does genetic testing and tooth type matching in various ways, but in the Demon King's Army, identification magic confirms identity.

But depending on the circumstances of the body, you can't identify it as quite a user, and it's troublesome to do identification magic on all.

In order to make that somewhat easier, I suggested to His Majesty that a recognition vote - the so-called dog tag - be created.

If you mention on that recognition slip (dog tag) whether or not you can bury it in the War Deceased Cemetery, you will also get less work.

"For once, let's also ask the people at the station. More like Operation Perseus, you have to work on the front lines."

"... right. I've never been over not using it, but I will."

"Please."

"Yes, then immediately -"

That's what Mr. Sophia tried to walk away from, but stopped.

I still have a little something to do.

"... what's up?

"I'm not saying that's an urgent requirement, so you can do it when you get home. More than that, I want to show you something. Follow me."

……

Mr. Sophia had a question mark on his head, but he followed me after me without saying anything particularly questionable.

The cemetery is quite large and there are still plans to be tombstones and such.

We're at war, so we can't help but get more dead, but we're starting to feel bad.

I guess I have to get used to it, but I don't like getting used to it either.

With that in mind, I walked from the monument for all the soldier fallen soldiers we were in and arrived at a destination a few minutes away.

"Is this...?

What was there was a large square marble monument.

On the front of the monument is the design of the Demon King's Army and a short inscription. Behind the monument lies a vast grassland and a tall ginkgo tree.

It's only April, so the leaves are less yellow and green. In autumn, you'll see beautiful yellow ginkgo that you're familiar with.

"I don't know if it's in this world, but in the world I was in, ginkgo flower words are 'soul quenching'. So I told Mr. Yurier I couldn't do it and asked him to plant it here."

…………

That's what I explained, but I don't think it was conveyed to Mr. Sophia's ear.

Because she had been watching inscriptions engraved into marble graves.

There it was, just one sentence.

"To all the ordinary life scattered in war, pray"

Whether military or civilian, enemy or ally, intelligence or not, I wanted a place of prayer for all the lives lost by the war.

Only the National War Deceased Cemetery is the tomb of soldiers who died faithful to His Majesty, and when it comes to no enemy allies, it's an act of enmity. I couldn't make it public in person because some people make noise about what.

But I felt like I really needed to get up.

"... Dear Akira. Let me stay here for a while."

Mr. Sophia is a war orphan.

He's the one who lost everything in the attack of the human army, and his hometown is already far away.

The cemetery for prayer is also far away.

This, if I may say so, is a tomb made for a man like her.

"Okay. I'll take a stroll around, so call me if you need anything."

"Yes.... that, thank you"

That said Mr. Sophia, with a slight grin.