Strategist Witch Shizuku

The stone building, its solid construction, is, for a little while, unlikely to even freak out.

Its robustness deserves to be the base of a group that makes battle a business, a mercenary regiment.

I am walking down the hallway of such a building, like a sinner to be drawn.

Leading the way is Deputy Commander Konrat.

Today and today, he wears a flashy hat that he loves to wear. And what was so delightful was whistling out of tune without shame.

Damn, you're gonna blow a light whistle. In my brain, Donadna said it was flowing.

It's too hateful. Shall I take that hat feather ornament?

Such a noisy idea crosses my mind.... I wouldn't even run it though.

But if it's really possible, how clear-hearted would it be?

My right arm hurts. No, quiet, my right arm!

... I can't believe it. In a sleepless head, I just think about stupid things.

In doing so, I stepped outside the building.

Beautiful blue sky and sun over my head...... dazzling!

In the eyes of sleep deprivation, the rays of the unfamiliar sun are harsh.... Is that it? Speaking of which, when's the first time you've been out there?

... two, three days? No, more?... It's a fine drawcage sometime!

Stunned by the facts found out.

No, not like this, really!

"What, you look weird. Squeeze and walk, Lilka Mouse."

…………………………

"... uh, okay?............... hey, did I make you work too much?

The words of such Vice Commander Konrat also speak plainly.

I was so shocked. How could you really do this...

No, the reason is obvious.

The reason for this was precisely the distortion (snoring) of this mercenary regiment.

Led by Captain Linus and Deputy Commander Konrat, the Fine Mercenary Corps is a mid-class, sized mercenary corps that counts more than three hundred members.

But its history is not long. It was an emerging, no, infant, newborn mercenary regiment.

Formed about six months ago.

Nonetheless, its size is middle class. Most importantly, the personnel is a literal gathering group.

The core executive personnel were too, too short.

Naturally. Such a rapidly swollen population can't have a decent composition.

Still, starting with the captain and deputy captain, each captain class managed to secure decent personnel.

It should also be said that what could not be done was the clerical way.

The way in which the burgeoning wrinkles were morose, without any locomotive personnel, has long since collapsed on the front.

Captain Linus also had a high salary and seems to have managed to pull it off, but most of them tried to flee in front of the enemy and are not already in the mercenary regiment.

To hire a new one, the ill reputation of Fine Mercenary Corps secretarial spreads throughout the Libra, a nightmare that no one has a candidate.

Still, clerical work accumulates. I had no choice but to start the regiment, and the mercenary cadres managed to do their job when I was free.

Most importantly, they're not free either. Or, naturally, I'm busy. Whatever, he's an executive.

In other words, the nightmare of the collapse of the front again, was about to be repeated.

But God did not abandon the Fine Mercenaries. With the collapse of the front, a lamb of pathetic sacrifice appeared.

Whoever it is, that's who I am.... not funny.

Moreover, it is said that today's membership ceremony will further increase the number of members.

At the earliest possible moment, it's madness. But there were unstoppable circumstances to this.

That is due to the critical situation of yesterday.

About a year ago now, a new king reigned in the kingdom of Magna.

This new king was too kina-smelling. Whatever it is, he is the one who pointed the blade at the father king and his brother, the prince of the king, to take the throne himself.

By this codification case, the Predecessor is dead, and the former King Prince is missing with no idea of life or death.

In the real power of the country, the new king Heinrich V expanded his armament. I didn't even try to hide my territorial ambitions for other countries.

Alternatively, there may have been an intention to confuse the domestic rebellion caused by the codification.

The true intentions of Heinrich V are unknown, but his actions will increase tensions between the Kingdom of Magna and the neighbouring countries.

In this context, the Medes Border Uncle, who has territory on the border with the Kingdom of Magna, stepped through the strengthening of his own Knights and his contracts with several mercenary regiments.

Armament expansion in the northern part of the Kingdom of Arlunia. On this chase wind, no, with the momentum to be blown away by the chase wind, the Fine Mercenaries also grew rapidly.

And the other day, in the wake of border violations by the Royal Magna Army, the Medes Border Uncle demanded that each mercenary regiment increase its personnel further.

The result is today's admission ceremony.

The voice of a deliberate crowd. The passion that passes.

He had arrived at the square where he would perform his induction ceremony, while he was in distress.

"Are you sure you're okay, Lilka Mouse?

Deputy Commander Konrat, who looks uncommonly anxious from the heart.

Most importantly, is he suggesting that my health, or the way I'm doing business, is collapsing?... I'm sure the latter.

"Not really, you're not okay"

Zero is a weak voice.

At least in retaliation, I gave him an answer that would incite his anxiety.

Yeah, if you're sympathetic, give me the money. Even the golden-eyed one. For example…….

Point your gaze at Vice Commander Konrat's right thumb. There, he wore a spicy ring that he didn't think was a person who used a ridiculous hat a lot.

...... looks quite an age thing. Besides, it seems higher than anything else.

One dish I've been eyeing for a long time. Do something......

"It's late, both of you!

Voices fly from the front. Turning his gaze to you, Captain Linus stood.

"No, because Lilka Mouse is what Tobotobo walks..."

"It's the lack of sleep, isn't it? Too much work."

".................. Gu"

Lieutenant Konrat has shifted the blame to me, so I say with resentment why it is so difficult to argue.

Captain Linus looked like he had chewed up a bitter bug.

"... just sit there, Sizuk"

Ahead of what Captain Linus indicated by hand was a horizontal desk and chair.

On the desk was ink and a feather pen, then parchment was spread.

I sit in my chair in silence, as instructed. Then Captain Linus raised his voice towards the gathered people.

"Attention!... I am Linus, the leader of the Fine Mercenaries!

Quiet twitch. Several gazes concentrate on Captain Linus.

"I'm going to perform the joining ceremony more than this! Step forward, one by one, before me!

That said, Captain Linus sitting in a simple chair. Immediately behind it, Deputy Commander Konrat refrains.

After the proclamation of Captain Linus, one young man moves in and out, leaving for a little while.

"What's your name?

It's Franz, from the village of Lomés.

"Right, Franz. Do you, as a member of the Fine Mercenary Corps, pledge to fight proudly?

"I swear!

After that question, Captain Linus observes the youth Franz for the time being.

"Hmm, not in bad shape. The salary is... 100 silica. Clerk! Records, Franz in the village of Lomés, one hundred ni and one silica!

"Oh, thank you!

"All right, next!

Depending on the voice of the captain, a new man enters.

I write on parchment the name of the young man earlier and the amount of his salary in a feather pen.

And similar acts repeat themselves. No trouble at all, from next to next.

I give my gaze to the gathered crowd.

... fewer than a hundred? But still, the number of broken bones inside.

All who are gathered here now are those who wish to join the group.

Recruitment officers dispatched by the mercenary regiment have gathered here across villages and elsewhere to solicit.

Today's joining ceremony is the street of the captain and the oath that the new members will be part of the mercenary corps. And for the new members, it is the most important determination of the amount of salary.

"Well, you're in good shape."

"Hehe, Village Well, I couldn't lose in a fight"

"Well,... the salary, ni '00 silica!

Doo cheers on the proclamation of the captain. That's the best paycheck I've ever had at my induction ceremony today.

Lift your arms high, young man in good standing to win.

The new team sees it with envy.

Most importantly, the amount of salary of the new member.

Unlike the new members, I was watching the situation with cold eyes.

Yes, my salary amounts are not comparable to the new members. On the contrary, both mercenary regiment executives had been given no less favourable salaries.

That amount, 350 silicas indeed.

Considering that the average income of residents living in cities and towns is more or less 100 silicas a month, it is a considerable sum.

Captain Linus said he didn't want me to get away.

In fact, the only thing I haven't escaped from a hell of a workplace is sparing that salary.

Truth is, only pay is fine, just pay.

If you remain in the mercenary regiment, you will be the richest little man in the regiment in the not-too-distant future.

Yeah, whatever, I'm not in the same position as the rest of the crew.

Even new joiners have a good reason to exceed their average general income.

Everyday meals, as well as the cost of procuring firearms, have to be covered from their salaries.

In addition, mercenaries spend money like hot water on things like booze and women.

With some pay, always the bicycle operation of Jiri Poor.

For the first time in the executive class, it seems that it can be stored.

Meanwhile, I don't need any martial arts, I don't drink, and naturally I don't buy women.

Money saves and goes.

... I knew you wouldn't get away with it.

Patience until it really sucks and save as much as you can.

And we'll start over with that.

Hehe, watch it, let it be now.

In that way, he was apparently one of the last to run a feather pen while rolling his ambitions.

"Records! Abel in the village of Yotes, 100 silicas!

When I finally get home to my room, I run my feather pen exhaling in relief.

But even if I go home, I have work to do...

I felt like I heard a worker say, "It's work when you're done."... Are you serious about hearing phantoms or something?

After all, should we consider an early career change?

He looked up at the blue sky, haunting his head like that.