Isekai Torippu Shita Sono Bade Taberarechaimashita

I began to work in this fort on the full brink of employing my father because he belongs to the Fifth Division.

Not so many people originally want to live and work in a fort in despicable land, where there is also the danger of demons. There was nothing in the 10,000-year-old understaffed fort that seemed to be a recruitment test.

There are many military personnel in my lineage, and the rooted military-inspired father apparently thought that military personnel would be good for my marital partner as well.

Of course, I have no intention of going looking for someone to marry at work.

Nevertheless, I was hoping that I could somehow feel bad about men, so my father's recommendation to work in a fort was a boat across the street.

But I, seventeen-year-old, was no better at men than I am now, and I didn't know how to deal with them any more than I do now.

Shortly after I started working at the fort, I was blinded by a man who looked like a soldier and was muscular.

I'm sure I didn't mean that much to that person. Let's make fun of the new kid, I think it was a degree of feeling.

I was never worked intact. However, if I realized it, I would have been caught up on the wall.

The eyes of a man looking down upon me from above are sharp. The giant stood in front of him like a thick wall, horrible and unable to speak out.

One moment before the tears spilled, it was Mr. Malachile who delivered me.

"If you look so scared, even the bear will run away. Why don't you at least prepare some flowers if you want to give it a little bit to the little rabbit?

Oh, can a rabbit eat it when it's a flower?

What a tight air fogged all at once on Mr. Malachile, who could even accompany the joke.

The man left the scene with only a small meeting, as a distraction.

"Are you okay? He's not a bad guy, either, but, well, you're scared of big tits like that."

My body, my voice trembled, and I could not thank him well, and Mr. Malachile laughed brightly to cheer me up.

"I'm Milt, Milt Hugh Malachil. Captain, the platoon leader of the immediate unit. You're in a better position here, so feel free to tell me if you have any problems. '

When I heard his name, I was surprised that he was a nobleman. That some nobles are so comfortable and gentle.

Though the lowest, nobility is nobility. I don't suppose being in the military means being a man.

I didn't have a bad impression of the nobility, but I had a vague sense of being a great man, so I was betrayed in a good way.

'Cause this is a wolf's nest, and you might be tough on kids like Lapillazuli, but try your best until you can.'

He knew exactly what I had just been hired to do.

Mr. Malachile was really sweet then.

The bright mint green eyes seemed to be full of labor, and the soft looking brown hair seemed sparkling with the sunlight slipping through the window.

He's a bad guy, but he wasn't scared at all.

My heart was floating to the point where I remembered my father's expectations only a little.

So talk to Elmia in the room about how to thank her.

Later, I rented the kitchen to take the treats I made, and now I could say a proper thank you.

That was all I was satisfied with. I didn't mean to want anything more.

Yet Mr. Malachile was taken aback.

"Honina is simple," he said.

I was more shocked by the look that made people look like little fools than the first name they called me.

Because I thought you were sweet.

'I helped you because I'd be in trouble if you just quit. If you look as sweet as honey because of all that, you'll be peppered as it is. "

It's like honey, no matter what they said, I wasn't aware at all.

I didn't even know what I looked like.

I shouldn't have meant to, but the allegations stirred up my shame so much more than this.

The shallow self in the depths of my heart seemed obvious to me.

'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. '

I was caught up in the wall, just as different people did a few days ago.

My body trembled on its own, even though I wasn't as fit as the man I was then, or as scary as he looked.

Now nowhere is there anyone who can help me.

He's one of them. And it's a wolf.

There's nothing for him to say about shattering his little girl's pale admiration.

Beautiful mint green eyes looked very, very cold now.

"... hard. Kira."

I go back to my room out of breath, completely alone, and then I mouth it to throw it away.

Bite your lips off and somehow endure the tears that are still going to spill.

That's what I've known since then. I can't believe Mr. Malachile is mean.

I don't cry. I don't want to cry.

How dare you cry for him even willingly?

… so I won't cry at the head of the user.

I don't want to lose, I think.

I know best that he has many better sheets and has no way of winning.

But I don't want to give in to that guy.

Because if I were to leave the caretaker, he would surely have the face, 'Have you seen Sora?'

That's all, an absolutely unforgivable humiliation.

"Honina looks like a fluffy, cute type, but she's actually a solid, solid person, and you don't like to lose out on information,"

I've been told that before by Mr. Sakura during a break chat.

Next door. Yeah. And Elmia was nodding, too, which means she's apparently right.

Something you don't know as surprisingly as you do about yourself, do you mean?

'Maybe that's why the platoon leader gets so evil...'

I was in trouble, and Sakura put her arms together and twisted her neck.

Both Mr. Sakura and Mr. Elmia think Mr. Malachile is serious.

Seriously, I thought you might like me.

But... it's not me, so I know something.

Mr. Malachile is a very smart man. So if he's seriously in love with me, it's easy to talk about.

There's no way he's smart enough to read a simple little girl's thought pattern. He can easily take my heart if he wants to.

I don't think so, because... I don't think it's serious.

Nevertheless, I don't even know why I'm approaching the whim that far.

Mr. Malachile masterfully hides his true intentions with a smile. Do not let me read it.

"... I need to go back"

Holding the tray, I snap small.

Even if it's an unpleasant job, there's no way you can abandon the job you've been given.

I have to go through more than I decided not to ask the head user to reposition it.

I exhale deeply, out of the compartment where I accidentally escaped.

Mr. Malachile touches him and gently strokes his twisted cheek with his fingertips.

I still feel like I have a little fever.

Really, one who doesn't know what he's thinking.

I don't like it, more than that, it's hard.

Hard but... scary, I don't see why on earth.