༺ A Civil Servant Has No Vacations (2) ༻
The 2nd Manager collapsed first after being hit with the cake. Then, I kicked out the 1st Manager, who was complaining. She said that I’d gone too far, although they had taken ti to prepare. She seed sulky, but there was a hint of laughter mixed in her voice. She was soone who had a great talent for provoking people. I hope you get a subordinate like yourself.
In the end, the first task I did as soon as I returned to work was to clean up the cake scattered on the floor. I should have told her to clean up before going out, but I shooed her out too fast.
‘Am I cursed?’
There was definitely sothing weird happening in the Prosecutor’s Office. Although the Team Managers treated the Managers with the utmost respect, they beca defiant toward the Executive Manager once they beca Managers. When the Minister was a Manager, I rember him raising his voice at the Executive Manager.
Sotis, I miss how the Managers used to be scared of . That was just two years ago. How did these guys turn out like that?
“The work of the Prosecutor’s Office is hard, so let’s get along with each other!”
The words Hecate had said while we were in the North flashed across my mind. Hecate, you might be wrong this ti. Maybe it was okay among us, but we shouldn’t have let these jerks get comfortable.
— Knock, knock.
“Executive Manager, it’s , the Senior Manager.”
“Ah, co in.”
Ironically, the one whom I would be okay with misbehaving a bit was still respectful. I guess this could be called balance.
The Senior Manager ca in while carrying a pile of docunts and flinched a bit after seeing squatting on the ground. Then, he quietly put the docunts down. I’m sorry for showing you such a sight.
“I’ll help you.”
“Thanks.”
They’d brought an unnecessarily big cake. I heard that only one out of five people was usually useless, but why did we get so many?
“I will rearrange the night shift.”
“Okay.”
The Senior Manager quietly said. He was probably saying that he wanted to give the night shift to them for causing this ss. He would probably feel disappointed if I let them leave on ti.
While pondering what I should reply to that appeal, a 21-year-old and 32-year-old adult cleaned up the ss caused by an immature 25-year-old and 27-year-old adult.
The amount of paperwork the Senior Manager brought was considerable. Since the head of the departnt had been out for several months, there must have been many backlogs. After all, so agendas could only be approved by the Executive Manager.
“So the North’s still in chaos.”
“The damage was severe, so there’s still a lot of noise.”
There were many things that needed to be approved regarding the North in particular. The North had suffered the most during the Great War (war in the North), so it was still experiencing its aftermath.
The war mainly took place beyond the border located in the north. Thanks to that, the territory itself wasn’t destroyed, but the North lacked many supplies and manpower.
The problem was that there wasn’t any clear leader overseeing the post-war recovery. The Invincible Duke was the one who was supposed to be in charge of those territories, but he was currently staying in the Capital. Also, the only high-ranking noble in the North was too busy monitoring the nomads.
“Send so of the work to the Judiciary. They were complaining that we were taking all their cases.”
“Understood.”
Despite the influx of recovery funds, there was no one of authority to oversee and distribute those funds. Naturally, an embezzlent party was bound to happen. And in parties like that, the Prosecutor’s Office had to be present.
It was so bad that it beca a tradition for the newcors of the Prosecutor’s Office to be dispatched to the North to gain so experience. It even ca to the point that people in the Judiciary also complained and asked to get so experience.
The amount and scale of the things they did was no joke. One mistake in the North was equivalent to two or three from other regions. Those cheeky bastards. Didn’t they feel scared when soone who misbehaved alongside them was taken to the North to receive punishnt? They were strangely persistent in weird aspects.
“The Minister will surely like this.”
A smile crept into my face as I pictured soone yelling and slamming their desk.
Arranging the recovery funds was the job of the Ministry of Finance. Scraping together money we don’t have and sending it to the North was part of the Ministry of Finance’s duties, so the Minister would be the first to suffer if embezzlent scandals broke out there.
However, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t who set the budget, but the Minister. The Minister’s pain was my joy.
I was going through the docunts when sothing strange caught my eye.
[Margrave Sorden’s request to dispatch the Prosecutor’s Office.]
‘What?’
It was a request from the only Margrave that was in the North. He was soone who should be busy monitoring the nomads, so why would soone like him ask for the Prosecutor’s Office to be dispatched?
I briefly looked at the docunts and turned to the Senior Manager. He was also frowning. Apparently, he also thought that it was sothing troubleso.
“It’s a request that ca early this morning. It seems they’re having trouble keeping track of the supplies released in the North.”
“Ugh, how annoying.”
I heard the last thing I wanted to hear.
Even though we were fighting each other until two years ago, there were many nomads in the North of the Empire. That relationship was maintained by paying a reasonable friendship fee.
That’s why goods from the Empire flowed into the North through various routes, whether it was through official or illegal trade. However, so of the goods sent to the North sotis couldn’t be accounted for and vanished.
Historically, this had been a bad on. Hoarding supplies away from the Empire’s eyes ant that they were planning sothing problematic.
“And the Ministry of Intelligence?”
“They were already dispatched to the North. The Masked Unit also just returned from there.”
That’s right. If Margrave Sorden requested the Prosecutor’s Office, it must have already reached the Emperor’s ears. From the Emperor’s point of view, sothing odd happening in the North after having gone through Kagan’s shock was alarming news.
How annoying. The Empire had been searching the North for the past two years in search of Kagan’s sons, and now another trigger button to detonate the Emperor’s anger had been added.
“I hope it’s just a misunderstanding.”
“I agree.”
I hope Margrave Sorden made a mistake while counting the goods. The Emperor would get angry at him then, but at least he would secretly feel relieved.
If a pro-empire tribe was stockpiling goods to fight another, it was okay. It didn’t matter as long as a massive alliance like Kagan’s didn’t appear.
‘Fuck.’
A headache different from when I’d seen the 1st Manager’s cake washed over . These nomads never rest. If the damage we’d received from Kagan hadn’t been so severe, I would have swept them all away.
I pressed my temple and sighed. At least coming to work today was a good choice. If I had tried to take a day off and there was such a request, I would’ve had to rush in here in my pajamas.
“Dispatch the 2nd Division.”
“Understood.”
For now, I’m going to accept his request. His focus seed to be more on tracking the flow of the goods than fighting, so it was appropriate for the 2nd Division to go.
Woah, the 2nd Manager sohow managed to avoid the night shift.
‘Although he’s going to be dispatched.’
It seed like soone had given the 2nd Manager, who avoided doing the night shift, a monkey’s finger. Well, at least he avoided doing the night shift.
By the ti I finished reading the docunts the Senior Manager had brought, the sun had begun to set. It’s been a while since I stayed past the official working hours.
Shouldn’t the Empire’s Council propose sothing like a Civil Servant’s labor law? Well… considering that all the Council mbers were like the Patriarch, there was no chance.
— Knock, knock.
As I was about to get up from my desk and leave for the day, I heard a knock. I couldn’t help but frown. Damn it. What is it this ti?
“Executive Manager~”
Before I could even tell them to co in, the 1st Manager peeked her head through the door. My mood worsened after realizing that it was her who was hindering my departure. Why do you have to be the one who had to decorate the start and end of my day?
“I have to go.”
“Are you still angry?”
“If you know that, then get out.”
“Sniff.”
Don’t.
“If you have nothing else to say, leave. I want to go ho.”
“It’s already late, so why are you in a rush?”
I almost raised my hand at her annoying expression. Calm down. This will only delay my departure.
“Here, it’s a gift!”
While I was fighting against my inner demons, the 1st Manager handed sothing that she was hiding behind her. She was holding a massive cake. Is this bastard going at it again?
As I frowned, the 1st Manager hastily added.
“It’s a gift! This ti, it’s really a gift!”
“So it wasn’t a gift before, huh?”
“Ah.”
If this ti was real, it ant that the last ti was mockery. Hastily speaking often made people confess unintentionally.
Anyway, after seeing her anxious eyes, I sighed and stretched my hands. Then, the 1st Manager covered her lips with her free hand in a defensive reflex, and a mont of bewildernt rushed over .
I was just trying to take the cake. Did I really pull her cheeks that often?
…I guess I did.
“Give it to . I’ll eat it well.”
“Here.”
Although she often did things that deserved her cheeks to be pulled, I felt bad upon seeing her defensive reaction.
“Thanks.”
As I patted her on the shoulder to express my gratitude, she chuckled and removed her hands from her mouth. If I pulled her cheeks now, I would surely be able to see her cry.
However, I refrained myself. It wouldn’t be right to do that to soone who was genuinely giving a gift.
“Executive Manager, are you not angry anymore?”
“I cooled down a while ago.”
I was just irritated because you bothered my departure. I wouldn’t be a proper human if I were angry about sothing that happened in the morning. I would just be a carrier of a rage virus.
“Then, about my night shift…”
“I’m leaving.”
“Ah! Executive Manager!”
I ignored the desperate cries of the 1st Manager that was coming from behind.
As expected. She wasn’t soone who would gift sothing with pure intentions.
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