Isekai Torippu Shita Sono Bade Taberarechaimashita

"'Acting captain's caretaker', hey..."

In the end, coming to Mr. Malachile's office as he was pressed, I was greeted by his pleasant grin.

You have a soft face that people like, but when you look like that, you look oddly mean. The fact is, though he's a very mean person.

"Pressed? More like sacrifice."

"Rest properly if you know......!

While roughing up his voice, place the teacup in such a way as not to make any noise in the corner of the concierge.

The captain is a Coffee Party and a Blackie, and Mr. Malachile is a Tea Party, brewed slightly darker and only half a spoon of sugar. Remembering your boss's preferences is also an important task for a servant.

Mr. Malachile turned a blind eye to the teacup before hissing the paperwork in his hand.

"Even I want to rest in the mountains, but I also need some impotence until I get on the track for a while."

Indeed, there is a great deal of paperwork on the desk in perfect balance. Doesn't look like the amount that ends tomorrow.

Now that the captain is gone, it is impossible to help Mr. Malachile do more work.

Especially if something unforeseen happens like this one, the clinging triples and hits his shoulder.

I know that, but I just want to say something about the current situation where I'm even shredding my sleep.

"... until now, you've been taking more proper time off"

"This is not a normal vacation."

I lay my neck on Mr. Malachile, who sighs troublesome in saying so.

Aside from the fact that there was a demonic raid, is there a different part than before?

"Somehow, I don't know when the captain will be back. If I knew the deadline, I could only duly cloud my tea in the meantime, but this time I have to work 'just like the captain'. To be precise, I have to do both the captain's and the platoon captain's work alone."

"Oh, no... can you do that?

"Not if you can do it, but if you don't, this fort will just stop working"

While moving her mouth, Mr. Malachile keeps an eye on the paperwork.

Run the pen quickly, press the verdict, and overlap the adjudicated paperwork. There is no waste in a series of operations.

I'm here to get some time off, but there's no way Mr. Malachile's gonna stop me.

Then should I at least keep my mouth shut so I don't get in the way of my work?

A gentle glance at me patrolling, Mr. Malachile smiles all the time.

"Don't worry, even if you don't look so anxious, I'm not holding it all by myself. I'm working with other platoon leaders and my own men."

When I hear it, I take my breath away.

Yes, Mr. Malachile's excellence is not the only one of his own. As an assistant to the captain, I always allocate my work efficiently to the people around me.

With minimal effort, maximum results.

I guess the captain treasures Mr. Malachile because he puts his trust in those extractions.

"It's just that, as Hanina knows, there was a demon thing going on. If we overlap to unforeseen circumstances, I'll be a little rough too."

When I wondered if the landing spot of the story had changed slightly, Mr. Malachile looked up at me and laughed niggly.

It's like a carnivore with his tongue nodding in front of his prey.

I know from previous experience that when he looks like this, he is not in the busy eye.

... I have a very, very bad feeling.

"But you're the one who was offered it in front of such a tired wolf."

As she reflexively follows me a step backwards, Mr. Malachile makes a small noise and takes a seat.

I feel that this is something different, although the initial aim of stopping the hand of work could have been achieved without trying.

No, can't I even say it's more right as a "sacrifice”?

You can't throw out a job, albeit something that's been pushed. That's what reason tells you, but the body instinctively tries to hit the run.

To me sliding back and forth, Mr. Malachile packs a step by step distance. Why does a very loose foothold feel horrible the other way around?

When I realized I had been caught up to the wall, I glanced and closed my eyes. The back of his eyelids darkens and he learns that Mr. Malachile's shadow is so right beside him that it falls on him.

"If a delicious little rabbit jumps into the territory from herself, don't you think I can help but taste it a little bit?

"Shit, I can't help it......!

"Really? I'm tired. Don't you think it's pathetic to eat them alive on top?

"If you're tired, rest..."

Speaking back with a trembling voice, it won't hurt or itch for Mr. Malachile.

I hear his faint breath in closed sight.

Swallow the screams that almost came out of the cold on your fingertips that touched your cheeks softly.

My chest is going to get bitter and I don't even know how to breathe.

"Your child, Hanina, may not know yet, but it's the maiden's soft skin that heals the man's fatigue most easily. Look, it still looks deliciously colored."

"Huh...!

My shoulders bounce reflexively as I was touched to see my hair grow.

I guess it's partly because my cheeks are getting hot that I feel Mr. Malachile's hands cold.

He's really mean, pointing out things he didn't want to notice.

I stare at him with tears in my eyes as he fills up.

Mr. Malachile raised the edge of his mouth with garlic to my reaction - and he did not hesitate to pinch my cheeks.

"Ha, weird face. You can't have a caregiver like that from the beginning. You're not even a ghost to use a human head, so if you cry, you'll undo it."

"... eh..."

Mr. Malachile makes a bright laugh just because he can't enjoy it.

Also teased......!

I regret and am ashamed, and now I want to be Kasumi and disappear.

Open your mouth and close it. Even though I have as much to say, I disappear into my mouth without putting anything together as a word.

"Oh, tea, I'm coming back to brew......!

At last, the limit came, and I fled from Mr. Malachile's office as if I had fallen out. I was too hasty to even retrieve the teacup on my desk.

After all, Mr. Malachile is a very mean man.

Being a kind person makes me feel like an idiot, pitiful, and about to cry, believing in myself once in my past.

I would never cry for someone like that.

'I'll tell you because you don't seem to understand, but I'm part of a wolf, too. Be careful,' cause “wait” won't work for hungry wolves. '

A short time after coming to this fort, words were said to Mr. Malachile himself.

Yeah, I really do. He reminds me many times when I'm with him.

To him I am a prey, a toy. If I get distracted, I'm going to be eaten with pepper from my head.

And I'm sure they'll throw it away after that. Like the carcasses of predatory animals.

I've been packing my distance trying to avoid it, joking and mouthing sweet words.

I don't always like the spare and unbreakable smile. I don't know what you're thinking. I don't like eyes.

... he never tries to show his heart to the habit of approaching from you, it's hard.

Milt Hugh Malachil.

The name I came to this fort and remembered earlier than the captain.

Only for a moment, someone with a pale admiration.

Mine now, the only hard one.