She Was Both Called God, as Well as Satan

Two months had passed since the child accepted the Colonel’s proposal.

He now personally owned a battalion sized troop of combat homunculi, and received four company-sized buildings from the Colonel. His daily life was something unimaginable for just a mere recruit.

The young soldier’s mornings were packed.

He lived in the former company commander’s office on the barrack’s first floor. In front of his room were about 10 homunculi lined up before the sun had even risen above the horizon.

The leading homunculus checked the clock in the hallway, then knocked on the door and waited for a response. When the young soldier gave permission to enter, the homunculi lined up neatly and filed into his room.

After that, their flow of work was almost like an assembly line. Several homunculi changed the young soldier’s clothes, while others fixed the tousled bed, or folded his nightwear and stored them in his drawers. When they finish, the leading homunculus tells him the schedule for the day. Then he would organize the assignments and roles of each company and unit in his head, hurriedly eat his breakfast in the dining room then rush back to his camp.

Upon the young soldier’s arrival, his combat homunculi now grown to the size of a battalion would be lined up in front of the building. He would climb up to the stage prepared a while ago, and listen to each company reporting their presence. They would then each be given their assignments.

At that time, the tasks the youth was given were diverse. Not to mention logistical support, he would receive requests for everything from construction of defence facilities around the garrison, extension of front line trenches, maintenance of garrison facilities, to the maintenance of roads linking up the garrison to the front lines to the reserve bases.

Because there was no such person like him until now, the young soldier was practically doing every behind the scenes assignment. Thereupon, even the veterans who found faults with his actions began to give their acknowledgement.

Recently, as he was eating in the dining room, veterans would approach him and call out,

「Yo, thanks for your hard work every day.」

「Thanks for your efforts, now it’s easier for us to move to and from the front lines.」