Magic Robot Aluminare

Waiting for me back in Fort Run was never a triumphal parade or anything, but a pile of reports.

Maybe I can't help but say it's the army, but I think this trick is too bad...

The fuselage was immediately taken up and, under the direction of Mr O'Rail and Mr Ritz, repairs were apparently being made, but the two of them told me that it would take quite a while to fix everything, and I was bitterly laughed at if I had written a report slowly.

"Oh... I can't do this anymore..."

I ram into my desk in my own room.

I've been writing a crisp report this morning, but in the evening I get dizzy on a pile of paper that never seems to diminish.

Costs, ammunition, food and other supplies for various parts that started consuming fuel and replaced it on the battlefield. To the various estimated expenses, the captain's hospitalization expenses. All of that must be consumed from the budget given to the squad and, if that is still not enough, an incremental request must be made to the command.

On the thirty-one squad's budget, fuel, food, ammunition, etc. were perfectly fine, but adding the cost of repairing the fuselage would pop up in one shot. Rather than jump out, it feels like I can push it through my hips.

Further paperwork must be written and submitted to the Command in order to claim the cost, and I still have paperwork to recruit additional personnel in the captain's change report.

And the thing that bothers me the most is the reports of the destruction of enemy planes.

I wonder if this is necessary, but my destruction will not be recorded and the medal will not be awarded unless the destruction report sent to the country is written and submitted precisely because of the self-declared system.

If this is the case, we didn't destroy four planes... Besides, the capture machine has to fill in a different document than the destruction report, so we're writing it back and forth with reference to the way it was written in the past.

For that reason, when both body and mind were exhausted, the door to the room was knocked.

"Mr. Eldo, how are you?

It was Angus dressed as a maid who came in. The basin in my hand was ridden with cups, from which the hot air was rising.

Angus walks into the room laughing bitterly when he sees how I'm stuck at his desk.

You look pretty tired.

"Most of it's not on the level... this is hell"

"But you've already written more than half of it, haven't you?

"It's just basic. All that's left is I don't know how to write it, and I need to find out."

That's why it's an extra pain in the ass.

"Why don't we just destroy three planes?"

Still get the Lion Medal.

But that was denied by Angus.

"No, you can't. Destruction reports will be used as a reference for future squad budgets and staffing. Write it down, or you'll be stuck with inconsistencies later. Maybe a call or something."

"That's all I'm asking."

Oh, no! I wonder why I've destroyed four planes in the past! You gotta weigh yourself up a little bit! Me a few days ago!

"Look, Eldo, I've got your favorite coffee in here, so good luck with this"

"Thankyou."

I received a cup from Angus and took a bite.

Intense sweetness spreads through your mouth and the richness of the milk moisturizes your dry throat.

"Yeah, yummy"

"I don't understand, though."

The coffee you are getting into Angus is no longer a substitute for what you can call coffee. milk coffee than coffee milk, proportionally coffee 2 to milk 8. Get plenty of sugar in there, it's hot coffee flavored milk.

"It's sweet when you're tired."

"You're drinking that, even if you're not tired. Eldo, your tongue is too young for you."

"It's not like you can't drink black. I can understand the delicacy of black."

I just prefer sweet.

"That's your child..."

"I'm working on another one for now. Finish by the end of the day and start singing the holidays tomorrow."

"Good luck. I'll help you wherever I can."

"You don't have to. Angus has to do it, too. Is that right?

I tend to be distracted by all my paperwork, but Angus should have a job as a support maid in Angus. As things stand, all the other jobs should have been turned to Angus because Mr. Mirage is clearly attending to Captain Bodwan.

I don't think you can afford all my help.

"My job is basically to manage the health of everyone in the team. Mr. O'Rail and Mr. Ritz are fixing their fuselage with hangers, and Mr. Karine called yesterday to say she enjoys shopping in the King's Capital, and Mr. Bunois went to Hulen with the captain's clothes and stuff, so you're the only one who can take care of him."

"No, take care of Mr. O'Rail and the others."

Those two are too pathetic...

"I can't. If I try to help anything, they'll kick me out right away. Looks like you're having dinner with all the mechanics, and you really don't have anything to do with it. Eldo, if you submit the paperwork, I can manage the inventory of the supplied items."

"I'll do my best......"

I don't have a job. It's on me!

Then I'll have to get you a job.

"Will you do another good job?"

"I can have dinner in a little while, so I'll call you back then."

"Ooh."

One more hot cup of sweet coffee and I headed to the paperwork again.

The next day, Angus and I were coming to Command with a ton of paperwork that we had finished writing.

"Excuse me, where do I submit my paperwork?

"What kind of paperwork?

"Quite a lot. Supply replenishment for destruction reports, expenses for personnel recruitment, etc."

"That's really a lot of stuff. Please enter room 302 on the third floor and wait."

"Okay."

As the receptionist told me, head to the designated room on the third floor.

It has a small private room like the visiting room, which seems to be just fine for a little discussion etc.

When we wait there for a moment, a woman comes into the room with tea.

"Thank you for waiting"

That said, the woman made tea in front of us and sat on the couch herself.

"My name is Phili and I'm in general affairs. You brought all sorts of paperwork, so I'm going to look it up here, and I'm going to pick up anything that's not a problem, and I'm going to send it to each department."

"Okay, please."

Get the paperwork that the woman brings and quickly check and classify it.

Occasionally there was a place where the writing was wrong and that was corrected on the spot.

Finish confirming and correcting in about twenty minutes, sip a cup of tea and exhale in a ho. Apparently, it was helpful that there were no fatal mistakes and all that could be fixed on the spot due to missing entries and incorrect location.

Now if they say rewrite or something, I'll probably go to sleep.

The woman puts a smile on her face as she gathers a ton of documents.

"Then I'll keep the paperwork here. And are you free after this?

"Yes, I'm fine, though"

After this, I can practise myself to sleep. Nothing in particular.

When I nodded, somehow he grabbed the hem of my clothes in the way Angus was alert.

"Commander-in-Chief Maurice wants to see you, so please show your face in the command room after this."

"Commander Maurice?

"It's probably a brief discussion. He seems to be giving a lot of advice to knights who have experienced war for the first time."

"Really?"

With that said, it was my first experience and that of Angus.

I'll ask you later.

"Please"

Leave the room and head to the stairs. Along the way, I asked Angus about earlier.

"Hey, why were you so vigilant?

"Because..."

That's what Angus says and turns that way. Those ears are slightly red and my hands remain grasping my hem.

"Eldo, don't worry too much about your popularity"

"Really? Well, I've never really cared."

I've been called out several times since I was assigned to the squad as a pilot. But basically, please shake my hand or sign it, so I can answer lightly and finish it on the spot.

"That's what we've been talking about! Since I got back from Jakarta, rumors have been walking alone, Eldo, and it's been amazing right now!

"Really?

I haven't walked outside properly since I got back from Jakarta. I can only count the people involved with one finger.

"A slightly eighteen-year-old rookie, he pushed back the invasion of the Empire by himself, an ace of definite expectations for the Lion Medal. That's where you stand now, Eldo!? You can't leave a girl alone!

"He said he pushed it back by himself... he just crushed four planes, didn't he?

"If you were crushing four planes from that state, it would be the same thing you pushed back! The other fuselage was almost inoperable."

"Well, yes."

But before that, the captain was active, which is why I had a place to play.

If I had hit that mercenary red plane, I might not have been able to continue after if I had won. That mercenary was strong to that extent.

"Personal recognition doesn't mean anything in front of rumors. So now, Eldo, if you go to town, you'll be pulling from a girl in a military relationship."

"But that didn't happen today, did it?

Even today I came on foot from the dorm to command. At that time, I could feel my gaze, but I could never speak up.

"Well, that's because I was giving you a glimpse!

"Oh, did you owe it to Angus? Then you can always ask Angus out."

"Huh? Yeah! That! That means I'm fine with her!!

"Come on, I wonder what that means. Look, it's the command room now, so be quiet."

"Is that where you delude me!?

I arrived on the fifth floor where the command room was located, grinning bitterly at Angus as he slapped me on the back with his poka as he turned bright red in his face.

Sorry, Angus. Just give me a few more minutes.

With my mouth shut but my eyes desperately suing Angus on my ass, I knocked on the command room door.

"This is Thirty-first Armunale Squad Eldo and Angus. I heard you were calling."

"Come on in."

"Excuse me."

Once inside, the commander-in-chief was organizing documents at the desk at the window, just as he had done when he first came. Probably some paperwork put out by other squads, and a few times as many as mine... I think that's all the Captain General has to deal with.

"Sit on the couch and wait for me. Senna, have some tea."

"I'll have it with you soon"

As soon as the Commander-in-Chief rings the bell and speaks to the next room, he receives a reply from the room.

We decided to sit on the couch as we were told and wait for the Commander-in-Chief's job to drop.

A little while, Mr. Senna pulls the trolley out of the next room.

Mr. Senna found Angus and smiled small. With that said, Senna also said she was coaching support-made at the academy when she could afford it, and do you know Angus?

"Long time no see, Angus. Are you doing well?

"It's been a while, Senna. Yes, I'm trying! Everyone in the squad is kind and has learned a lot from our senior Mirage."

"Really, I know it's going to be tough, but good luck"

"Yes!"

Angus nodded happily so, sipping the tea served and still looked difficult if not hostile.

"Eldo, I hear you've worked a lot too. It's been rumored in Fort Run."

"You seem to be exaggerating."

"That's what rumors are all the time. It's also a report for that matter."

"Yeah, I had a hard time writing"

Chatting like that, the Commander-in-Chief finally got up from his seat and came here to see if he had attached a paragraph.

"You kept me waiting."

"No."

"Let's just get to the point, how long is it going to take to fix the thirty-one squad's fuselage?

"The mechanic said it would take a month to talk about his head."

"Again?"

Essentially, even if your arms, head, legs, etc. are broken, it's enough to replace them with spare parts that are available in advance, but this time the destroyed location is the front armor and monitor of the cockpit.

All of the Almunale parts are made of bespoke craftsmanship and are rarely made except for parts that we know need immediate substitution.

For this reason, if you want to take all the monitors from scratch, you have quite a bit of time.

In addition to that, there have been orders from the aircraft that have been destroyed and newly acquired aircraft in large quantities this time, and the craftsmen are currently working on a steep pitch, but it is difficult to obtain inventory.

For once, the 31st squad's fuselage is in a state where it can be put on the front line as soon as the monitor can be fixed, so they turn the monitor as a matter of priority, but they're still saying it's going to take a lot of time.

"Then I will give you two, Erdo and Angus, three weeks of extended leave from the day after tomorrow"

"Is it a long vacation?

"That's right. Essentially, we're sending the newcomers a buffer zone security mission as soon as it's over, but you've been delayed by the invasion of the Empire. Many people leave their patents to enroll in the academy, and it is difficult for knights to take long vacations enough to go home to their parents once they are in the army. That's why I'm asking you to show your family your face once among the newcomers."

"I see, to calm your mind at last"

"Fast and helpful to understand"

Newcomers who have completed their buffer zone assignments have mostly had a one-time experience of killing people.

There's nothing so problematic about feeling or disputed in your busy schedule, but once you come back to Jakarta or Fortran and feel calm, you can be swallowed up by the guilt that really killed people.

In my case, well, I've killed too much and my senses are mahi, but still, my hands can tremble a little when I remember, and sometimes I dream about the first time I killed a person.

Can you heal that by still saying family?

I have a family there, so I can justify killing my enemies. I get the certainty that I protected it. I guess doing so takes care of the hearts and minds of the newcomers.

"Angus, are you okay on that date, too?

"Yes, thank you"

"When you return, ask them to submit a long-term request for an overnight stay. You should get the paper at the reception here, so you should get it when you get home."

"Okay."

"And Eldo, I'd like to ask you, how far is the rumor true? I've heard rumors of more than ten planes being destroyed."

"There will be four planes that I have destroyed. And then there's the capture."

"Well, then there's no doubt about the medal. Do you have a costume for the ceremony?

That's what Jakarta's deputy commander told me.

"Yes, I've already placed an order. I was wondering if I could do it by the end of my vacation."

"Right. Perhaps a month from now, you and Bodwan will have a ceremony to summon to the king's capital and to award a medal."

"And the captain?"

I heard I would definitely be awarded from around here, but I didn't know the captain would be awarded either.

"Bodwan has destroyed a single Armunale before. Destroy two planes in this battle, three in total. included in the scope of award of the Lion Medal. We also heard about getting out of the fuselage, so there will be a handover ceremony for the fuselage."

When I say handover ceremony, the point is that His Majesty officially recognizes the captain's successor.

Almunale is basically the property of the country and, by extension, His Majesty, and we knights rent aircraft from His Majesty.

That's why we can't freely transfer the fuselage to someone.

Well, sometimes the actual place transfers the aircraft on the spot, like the captain and me, at the discretion of the scene, but the ceremony must be held with the renaming of the documents as a matter of urgency.

"Okay. Do you have anything special to prepare?

"I don't need anything but clothes. The ceremony is customary, so it should be over soon. I don't have to be so nervous because I don't have to exchange words directly with His Majesty."

"That's a relief."

If you are an aristocrat, Captain Bodwan, you are still determined that civilians like me are too scared to exchange words directly with His Majesty.

"That's it. Anything you want to ask me?

"It's okay."

"I'm fine, too"

"Then let's just say this ends. Thank you very much."

When the commander-in-chief said so and stood up, he went back to the desk again. It's really hard not to have time to take a break.

We get out of the command room and exhale.

Again, it's nervous to meet the people up there. Even those who don't say how unreasonable that is, are somewhat obsessed with the aura.

That was the same with Angus, who looked at me and smiled nicely after exhaling.

"You can go home."

"Oh, you ended up leaving before I wrote you a letter"

"You should be mad at your uncles."

"Thinking about it, don't make me want to go home..."

"You deserve it, you deserve it. Look, I need to get a long-duration application from the receptionist soon."

Angus joyfully goes down the stairs.

Unlike me, who had always decided to be ready, and who wasn't bitter to leave his parents at his spiritual age, I guess Angus still missed leaving his patent.

You put up with that, but you came after me for wanting to be by my side.

It's time to tell her how I feel. The best place to tell that would still be over there.

Me and Angus were going to temporarily return to the village where we were born, feeling for each of them.