Civil Servant in a Romance Fantasy

Smile Fair – 2

The long, spotless, white hair swayed with the wind, and her ruby-red eyes gleamed brightly. A smile that never leaves your face is also a characteristic. If you grab hold of anyone passing by and ask them, ninety-nine out of a hundred would say they are beautiful.

And the last one besides ninety-nine is me. I know the truth behind that shell, so I can never give a good review.

‘Why is that bastard here?’

If I were to write a suicide note right before I died of Hwabyung, he would be one of the exaggerated trio that I would definitely mention in the suicide note, and a being who would grab the back of my neck by committing harmless trolling with a smile on his face. The first section of the Inspection Department, who shouldn’t be here, appeared.

When I glared at the lightly stepping Director 1 as if I were going to chew on it, the Director 1 looked in my direction, perhaps sensing my gaze. When our eyes meet, the smirk is very annoying.

“I’m the manager!”

After rearranging the food in his arms, he raises one arm and shakes it vigorously. When I saw that smiling face, I automatically let out a sigh. Don’t raise your voice because others are staring at you, it’s a bit embarrassing.

“I’ll be back for a while.”

Leaving the eyes of the members behind, I approached Section 1. He made me come to the booth and talked about it, but I have no idea what to say in front of the members. The scariest thing in the world is the unpredictable troll.

“It’s been a while Manager! How have you been?”

“It was fine until just now.”

Looking at you now, I don’t think you’re going to get along.

“Hehe, that’s good.”

Whether or not, the head of Section 1 is smiling. I’m holding back because I don’t think I’ll ever get up again after hitting me really wrong. But bear with it. It’s hard to find a replacement if the first section chief disappears.

Beyond that, we need to first find out why he is here. I believe that he did not dare to come to the place where the manager works.

“But what’s going on here?”

“Huh? Didn’t the minister tell you?”

Chief 1 tilts his head as if he is rather puzzled by my question. Minister? What does that person say

‘Ah.’

– Don’t be surprised that the administration will also visit some people.

At the time of the video report, the minister said that. No sh*t, did that mean he was coming? I thought you meant to know that a few people from the administration were going to see my face for social purposes.

My expression distorted at the unexpected situation, but Section 1 didn’t care and continued.

“The minister said I’d have something to do when I get here?”

“What are you going to do?”

1 After listening to the chief’s words, I rolled my head for a while, and I got an outline of him. If Section 1 came all the way here, I think I’ll roughly know what to do.

“A corpse will appear soon, and the Ministry of Special Affairs said that someone will come, so we can wait. But what does it mean when a corpse appears? Are you talking about the undead?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you know when the time is right.”

“Huh…”

What kind of undead is undead? Someday when the Church of Dawn prevails and the undead die on the continent. I glanced at Section 1, who pouted at my words, and organized my thoughts.

‘It’s the perfect time to destroy the academy.’

One of the Groups of Interest, the Apels Reconstruction Army, the third glory was codenamed Corpse because the intelligence director’s emotions were plentiful.

The fact that a corpse appears soon means that the Third Glory is planning to raid, taking advantage of the turmoil during the fair, and I just have to wait for the subjugation force to be dispatched from the Ministry of Intelligence as the Director of Intelligence said before. But just in case, I’m aiming for the real expo period.

‘Intelligence status is true.’

An obvious destination, an obvious time. If it seems so obvious, I am concerned that it is rather a reverse operation. Since it’s that kind of intelligence in the first place, it’s probably going to make a fuss about rebuilding a country that collapsed 300 years ago.

While I was organizing my thoughts like that, I heard the voice of section 1 director next to me.

“By the way, manager. This is the confectionery booth, right?”

“Oh. That’s right, why?”

“Which is better, bread or cookies?”

At those words, my gaze unconsciously turned to the food held in the arms of Section 1. It’s already more than enough for a meal, but it’s too much, so you’re going to buy more? Perhaps noticing my gaze, the head of section 1 poked out his chest and spoke confidently.

“There is a separate ship for dessert!”

It doesn’t make much sense to me, but if it were me, that would be it. Anyway, which is better, bread or cookies?

“The bread is fine.”

“Then I’ll live on cookies.”

When I silently looked at Section 1, who had chosen another option without hesitation, he smiled and stuck out his tongue.

“I know the general manager’s taste is strange, but cookies are better than bread.”

Then he flew towards the booth. That cheeky manager had reached the point of using the manager because of the length of time they had been together. A subordinate trying to get on top of his superior’s head.

‘It’s okay.’

So he deliberately told me that the bread, not the cookie, was delicious. Boy, you are still far away. As I leisurely walked to the booth, I saw the first section manager with a cookie in his mouth and a teary face.

As expected, Section 1 seems to be prettier when he cries than when he smiles. It makes me feel at ease.

Ignoring Section 1’s eyes full of betrayal, I entered the booth and came out with an apron.

“You have nothing to do?”

At those words, Section 1 chief rolled his eyes and opened his mouth awkwardly.

“I was going to see some of the club juniors…”

“That means no.”

I hung an apron around the neck of Section 1, whose hands were sealed while holding food. I turned my head around and rejected it, but it was a futile defiance.

I wondered if it would be okay to put this guy who didn’t know what to say in the booth, but she didn’t come to play for a while, but if she had to stay at the academy, I’d rather keep her aside and watch her. I’d rather be a bit of a nuisance than wander around the academy out of my sight.

“Louise. If you need a hand, let her do it.”

“Ah, yes, brother.”

Louisé awkwardly looked at Section 1, who had a gloomy expression on her face as if she had been caught and sold by a slave hunter, then turned her gaze to me.

“By the way, brother, who is this person?”

“It’s my subordinate, so you can treat me comfortably.”

“This is a width…”

Agari.

When I held onto the grumbling section 1’s shoulder with slight force, he sat down twisting his whole body.

***

Ainter watched her sword arguing with the woman he called his subordinate.

“Teacher Advisor, unexpectedly, you tend to get along with your subordinates casually.”

“I see. It’s really unexpected.”

Hearing the laughing voice of Liu Tis next to her, Ainter answered appropriately and shut her mouth again.

Lew Tis didn’t pay much attention to Ainter, focusing on her woman who was sitting on the ground and whining. If you look at it in a situation where you don’t know anything, it will look like an immature girl grumbling.

‘Is it Section 1?’

I didn’t say who Carl was, but when it comes to female subordinates with gray hair, she is only section 1. Convinced of the identity of her lady as her 1st section, Ainter’s complexion darkened a little.

Departments belonging to the Inspection Department carry out common tasks, but each department has its own specialized field. One of them specializes in interrogation, or more bluntly, a plethora of specialized ones in torture.

It is so notorious that there is a saying that it is mercy to die rather than be arrested for Section 1, and it is said that once you enter, you will never walk out on your own. There is even a joke that the number one cause of retirement for officials of the inspection department belonging to Section 1 is the trauma caused by watching all sorts of torture.

I can’t say for sure if it’s really just a joke, but it’s certain that no matter what bottom you imagine, the worst of it will be played out in Lesson 1.

‘The sense of disparity is severe.’

But the woman in front of her is the section chief who leads the first department. I know that the average age of the officers of the current inspection department is very young, but I did not expect that they would be so casual in private.

A witch, a sorceress who enjoys bathing in blood, or a woman whose hobby is to torture herself and listen to the screams of prisoners when she is bored. That was the public rumor about Erzebet Masalo, the first director of the Inspection Department.

Of course, due to the Inspection Department’s notoriety and the fact that it is extremely rare to meet them in peacetime, all sorts of bizarre rumors have been attached to the Inspection Department’s executives, so we have to filter them.

“Manager! That’s what I bought!”

“Thank you. It’s easy to talk about the exaggeration well.”

“Ahh! Don’t eat!”

“Louis, do you want to eat too?”

“Ahhh!”

Anyway, that look is really unexpected. Even if we dismissed all the rumors, it is still true that Section 1 specializes in torture. It was decades ago, but at one time it was called the senior department 1 and stood above other departments.

‘Is it different these days?’

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News about the Inspection Department are inevitably slow to update. Because it’s a very tight department. Even if he is in charge of other duties than advisor, there is no way to know unless the inspection department discloses it. Especially if you are the prince without real power.

The gazes of Ainter and the head of section 1 met by chance.

‘…Wasn’t it.’

What is different?

When I met the red eyes that reminded me of Ruby, the beautiful red color instantly turned into a bloody color. Director 1, who scanned Ainter quickly enough to not notice if it wasn’t for the person who was receiving that gaze, looked away as if nothing had happened.

Ainter barely managed to hold back an empty laugh. I was dumbfounded when I thought that the Inspection Department had changed compared to its previous notoriety. The eyes of the head of section 1 just now were very familiar to Ainter, but also terrible.

‘Looks contemplating how to deal with it.’

The gaze he received from the Crown Prince who won the succession dispute, from the 2nd Prince during his heyday when he had the upper hand in the dispute, and from Carl 2 years ago.

Perhaps the fact that Section 1 came to the academy had something to do with him. Upon reaching such a conclusion, Ainter felt his blood run dry.

***

“Manager, manager.”

“Why?”

Chief 1, who had been whining almost to the point of crying, suddenly whispered in my ear.

“Are you planning on taking care of the Third Prince?”

At those words, I hurriedly grabbed the first section chief’s ears.

“Oh, it hurts!”

“Absolutely not, so don’t create that kind of atmosphere anywhere.”

It gives me goosebumps when the head of section 1 talks about something like that, not someone else. Even two years ago, the head of Section 1 said, ‘When are you going to deal with the 2nd Prince?’ While saying that, he secretly showed signs of wanting to touch the second prince.

At first, I thought it was so and passed it on, but I was frightened as it became more and more explicit. How much trouble he had to hastily execute the assassination of the 2nd prince (no witnesses reported anyway) before the super-large incident of the prince being tortured broke out.

“Be quiet because you have other things to do.”

“Yeah…”

The way he touches his ear after letting go of the whisper. He’s a really normal kid from the outside.

Take him with you, to stay during the fair? In an academy that is open to the public and full of crowds?

‘I’m going to turn around.’

If the chief is going to come anyway, it’s best for the 5th section to come, but of course, the 1st section is the best advisor.

I miss you, section 5…