It's just fortunate that Haruna's bombshell didn't change her expression.
　Even I couldn't have predicted the statement just now.
　Although I was internally upset, I took a positive view of the current situation, thinking that the fact that my expression was no longer on display was one of my growth.
　While everyone in the store is looking at me, I desperately think about this bombshell.
　This demon girl asked me to introduce the demon that was reflected on my back.
　And the reflection on her back is probably the reflection associated with the blow that slaughtered the giant demon.
　There's only one demon target in my life.
　The strongest demon in my life and my instructor.
　The demon king Raido, whom I call Kio, has determined that Haruna has some connection to the demon and has requested its existence.
　No, let me correct that slightly.
　If you look at Haruna's earnest expression in front of you, it looks as if she's convinced by a sixth sense or a hunch.
　In fact, it's not funny because of the connection to me.
　I'm not sure how I should respond to her statement.
　If this were a company and the other person was one of your relatives, you could check if he or she is sane or not, and if so, you could ask him or her if he or she is ready to lay down his or her life and leave all sorts of common sense behind before you introduce him or her.
　But this is the outside world.
　Besides, it's not your people.
　I don't know how that came about, but while you can rest assured that you understand what's going on here, it's clear that you can't take that option.
　And the natural course of the conversation is to say no: ......

"......

　That denial is hard to make on this watch.
　A careless denial will reveal the presence of an ogre in my connection.
　So it's hard to confirm or deny.
　My mother would like to ask you why you let her say such a thing in such a troublesome place, but she is not allowed to do so when her gaze is under observation.
　So.

"I don't know what you're talking about,

　A move that can be made here is a deceptive move.
　Neither deny nor affirm.
　I will say that I don't know anything, and I'll assume it's for the best.
　Fortunately, no one from the company was present at the scene.
　We're lucky we had the foresight to act on our own and not let the company's secrets get out to others.
　Under that condition, all I had to do was just shake things off, and if I didn't say anything strange, I could handle this question.
　I admit that the other party was honest enough to ask for my cooperation without probing, but I can't respond to their spirit right now.
　You're going to be able to get the most out of your time with the help of a good friend.
　It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you'll be able to get a good idea of what you're looking for.

But I am sure that at that time

　And it's to be expected that you will be dissatisfied with the answer.
　There is no way that's possible, and Haruna tries to push me into it, but...

I'm sure you're not the only one. We have to talk about the future, so you should take care of that first. I'm too old to take a break, and I want to go back to the hotel afterwards to get some rest.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make use of it. I'm happy to see that the eyes around me look at my mom slightly reproachfully, but she pretends not to notice that I'm not looking at her like that, including Haruna.
　But then she made a gesture that bothered me.
　You will find that this is a natural gesture as well as a natural gesture as well as a hand on your shoulder because you are tired afterwards.
　If you're a woman of your mother's age, at one time or another, you've probably done this gesture at least once or twice.
　At first glance it wasn't a strange behavior, but then my mother smiled.
　I didn't miss that smile.
　I instantly thought there was some kind of meaning to the gesture, and when I watched the gesture, sure enough, it sent a message.
　When I rubbed your shoulder, your index finger pointed in the direction of a certain building when you touched it, and three fingers stood up when you rubbed the shoulder a little.
　That corresponded to the location and number of people I was told to watch the building.
　I didn't notice from that distance.
　I force myself to suppress a tug at my mouth and sigh at the specs as usual.
　In addition, I rubbed my opposite shoulder and turned my head to look out for a second.
　Perhaps he's telling the personnel in front of the store that he's noticed them as well.
　At the end of the day, they are laughing and drinking coffee as if to say there's more to come, but I can't help but sip my coffee while maintaining my poker face, as I can't laugh right now.
　You've been beaten, and at the same time you're impressed by your mother's skill in getting your point of view across.
　Haruna would like to have the help of my connection, but I don't want to expose that connection to the world.
　That's why she put on a show.
　All I had to do was give the Japanese a hint that there was something behind my back, and I let the company know that I wanted to be contacted by having Haruna say those words.
　My coming here means that I'm here in anticipation of the surveillance that will come with it.
　The men around you are ostensibly to watch Haruna to make sure she doesn't escape, and I'm sure they are also investigators to find out what happened to me, but my hat's off to my mother for sneaking through the door.
　I'm going to be swallowed up, but I'm not going to complain if it ends this way because it's still acceptable.

"And then?　I understand that she doesn't hold a grudge against me, but should I listen to the rest?　From what she's telling me, it doesn't sound like there's anything I can do to help.

　I go along with my mother's story with a nonchalant face.
　I didn't show any signs of nervousness and maintained a poker face, thinking that people around me could only be fooled by this.
　My guess is that the Japanese think that my mother knows some information about me, but she will continue to duck and dodge, hoping to beat me to the punch.

I know, I've said that Jiro is out of my league and I'll take care of it on my own. Kirie told me to talk to you too. Otherwise, they would not approve Haruna's adoption, that's why I came here.
So it's a lost cause. I don't think I can help you with your organization on my own.

　But, well.
　That's it, if you knew that, you wouldn't give it away.

I suppose so. Well, I think for me, just being able to tell you that the case is under control and that she doesn't hold a grudge against me is enough to put this behind me.
"Yeah, I worked my ass off. You can't make me work anymore.

　You relax your shoulders and completely engage in small talk with your mother.
　Pretend you are talking naturally, without thinking, and do not spill words to others who are paying attention to you.



"I have a reward from Kirie, do you want it?
"The kind of thing that gets added to your taxes?
No, I told you to set the procedure up that way. Yes. Wouldn't you like it if it added up?
No, I just thought it would be too much trouble.
Here's yours, here's your share, go buy your wife some clothes.
I will.

　I won't give you that rag.
　I'm going to get a lecture from the supervisor if I let you out.
　I pulled myself together, and my mother handed me a thick envelope.
　At least a million dollars.
　There's probably some money in it too.

He's so stingy too, he's only prepared with five hundred.
"Don't say that I'm only talking about an amount that would make a salaried worker's year. It'll make you sad.
I worked so hard. You need to get twice as much as this to make it worthwhile.
"Eight digits is a bit much, isn't it?

　The contents of the bag are better than I had imagined for an extra income, and the thought of saving up has changed to a little bit of luxury, and I'm not sure what to do with it.
　Just as Himik said he wanted to try our fancy foodstuff, I'll buy it on the way home.
　But first.

As I recall, Mom.
What is it?
What did my mother mean when she said you were going to clean up?

　I'll see if my mother has a point.

I'll kick their asses while they're stuck in the back. But I'll do that when I'm able to move around.
"Oh scary, should I be quiet and not get involved at best?

　If my mother moves, there will be a storm.
　All I can say is that I'm sorry for the people in the back, the bigwigs and superiors, who would have been the targets of that storm.
　Understanding that, I shrug my shoulders and appeal to them that I am afraid.
　Seeing this, my mother smiles and looks like she's trying to blast me to work.
　I wonder if any other mother would mistreat her son in this way, and then turn to Haruna, who still seems to want to talk.

I'm sorry, but 'I' can't help you. I'm sorry, but you'll have to look elsewhere.

　And now that the discussion is over, you prepare to leave.
　You reach for the coat you took off when you entered the store and put it on.

Yes, ......, thank you for your time.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work.
　You'll be able to see that it's a very good idea to have a good time with them.
　You'll feel a little guilty seeing that.
　But I've made a move.
　I wonder if she noticed the slight change in intonation, or if not, her mother will tell me later.
　A message that this one works, too, and she would have noticed.
　What's more important than what she can do is what the Demon King's army will do when they hear about this.
　I'm sure she knows that this is in the best interest of the company and the army as well, which is why she brought this story.
　I thought I should leave my seat and return to the office early, so I reached for my receipt.

Okay, I'll let Ichirō pay for this one.
You're not my mother?

　I'm sure my mom got some extra income, but it was my dad's wallet that decreased.
　I looked at the chart of modern Japanese married couples and wondered if this was the age of Kakaa.
　The receipt is quietly snatched away, and the sight of my mother shaking the receipt and pointing her thumb in my father's direction makes me realize that this is exactly what it is.
　You'll laugh at the act and say thanks for the food, and the master will see you off with a smile.

Now, I wonder what to do.

　I headed towards the station without hesitation.
　But I'm not going back to the company.
　They probably know where I work and where I live.
　After all, they are an organization with ties to state power.
　They'll have some idea of where I live and what I do.
　Then, if you casually look at the glass window, there are two figures that look like that.
　And there are a couple of surveillance cameras that are moving a little suspiciously.

This is a bit much, these guys are just businessmen on the surface.

　No, what's inside is something else, though, and it's because I'm suspicious of this response.
　It may be futile to try to shake off this amount of pursuit with the crowds, but I'll just do it for later.
　You shake your coat and head down the cold street.
　Coming out of a warm coffee shop with no strengthened magic crests, your body is cold no matter how much you've trained.
　Under such cold weather, you think about the future.
　If it were a normal company, that's where it would end, but unfortunately, we're a company that can be called extraordinary.
　An ordinary investigation would not only find its tail, but it wouldn't even show its shadow.
　Ostensibly, I'd be seen as an office worker at a trading company.
　The other side may think my organizational background is an overseas-based organization.
　No one would imagine it to be an organization from another world.
　Thinking about this, when you get to the train station, you take the train in the opposite direction of the company to blend in with the crowd.
　And then.

It's yellow for number three.
"Copy that.

　A brief exchange.
　My hand was completely blocked by a person, who passed me and inserted a piece of paper in my coat pocket and left the train without a glance.
　I wouldn't bother to check it here.
　Slowly go forward three stops, get off there, go through the turnstiles, and catch a yellow private cab that you see there.



"How far is it?
For now, just let it flow.
I understand.

　The driver of the cab takes the hat back on once and says that he understands.
　Then the hidden ears can be seen pointy, and the driver's skin is a light brown color.
　Then you figure out where he belongs.

How's the front?
It's a bit too crowded and drunken, and the lack of crowds is also a problem. Compared to the other side, it's a bit stuffy. Also, there are not as many potential customers as I expected.

　Well, I thought it was a pretty good idea to use a cab to scout for the right person, but the results were not so good, and the driver, like a salesman.

I can't wait to get my work done and go home to see my kids.
"You're having a hard time.
I'm not as good as a customer.

　In the car he was driving, he pulled out a piece of paper from his coat and looked into it while talking to his driver, a dark elf man who had been transformed by a cloaking spell, and what was written on the paper.

"Oh, was it written in such a painful way?
I would have gladly gone if it wasn't for this cold weather.

　It was a message from a supervisor telling me to buy a cake at a cake shop I used to visit.
　And it's no coincidence that I'm on the road now.

Have you got a destination in mind?
Well, I'm only doing what I'm told.

　This driver has a pretty good sense of humor.

　Word of the Day
　You should be careful what you say and who you listen to.