64 60 The percentage of work done is ten to ninety. (1/2)

Tanaka Jiro, 28 years old, with a girlfriend

Her Suela Hendelberg

Memory Tris

Occupation Dungeon Tester (full-time)

Magical aptitude 8 (general class)

Post Warriors

”Whoa!　I got the green light from the supervisor!

Jiro-san is very excited.

You're a regular driver, shouldn't you be a little happier?

”I'm feeling more upbeat than usual, but don't you see ......?

I'm sorry, Memoria, but the change is so small that I'm not up to speed on whether or not she's emotional enough to strike a gut pose with both hands.

It's true that if Memoria is frolicking like Minami, I'd be more worried about what happened first than I would be with her.

Well, I'm sorry I didn't notice.

No, I'll try to be a little clearer.

”Yeah, I'm going to get to know you better so I can get to know you, too.

It's been nearly half a month since I've been here, and it's finally time to get moving.

I have in my possession a response to the report and proposal I sent to Superintendent Evia.

He's just unsure of the path at the gate, but he can handle some supplies and lifeless inorganic matter.

So, as this is urgent information, please give it top priority.

The reply came in a surprisingly long time for ISAAL, where the logistics business takes many times longer than it does in Japan, and it would arrive tomorrow.

I've been told that Superintendent Evvia will convey the report to the president at once, and I've compiled the report after hearing the details of this summoning of the heroes and information about the war from Bath.

You can say that I was forced to do this because of their style and detailed formatting and easy to read summary, but this time I'm going to ignore it.

The real deal is the one proposal I sent in the form that accompanies it.

Well, the tiresome decision has been made. The supplies are in. Shall we go to Trice?

”Yes.

I had the Suela's seal, the supervisor's signature, and the president's personal seal, the document that would prove the company had given the go-ahead to this project, or rather, plan.

If you ask me what's the hardest part of my job, I'll tell you that there are many things.

But if you were to ask me what is the hardest thing to stomach, I would say it is the decision.

We went over and over the material, discussed it with the company, and came to a compromise, but it didn't go through.

Let's see what's going on here.

Can't you get the cost down?

Can't the deadline be moved up?

The specifications have changed, so you have to start over.

I have to admit that it was depressing to be told to redo a stamp more than once to get one.

I didn't think it would go through in one shot.

I guess that's what they expect of you.

We want to get some results.

I'm going to work this case with gusto.

You go out to the bar where you have been staying for the past few days and you find Barth sitting at the counter table of the former bar, which is now very deserted with all the chairs and tables cleared.

”Barth, I got the green light. Are you ready to go?

”Waiting for you. I'm ready to go to the front. Follow me.

After waiting for a while, smoking an Isual cigarette instead of a Japanese one, Barth pushed the cigarette into an ashtray and put out the fire, leading us to the front of the one he was preparing to use.

At the end of the guide was a covered carriage pulled by two horses, something you can only see at tourist attractions in Japan.

The supplies that were sent with the documents are inside. And enough food to get us to the next town.

The two horses with beautiful chestnut-colored grooming to pull them are good horses with plenty of energy and muscle strength even to the untrained eye.

Inside the carriage are counterfeit merchandise for merchants and supplies from the company hidden inside.

There's enough food, I'd say.

What about distribution?

”The blockade of the barrier hasn't happened yet, so it's slowing down, but it's still there. But it's only a matter of time before it's sealed off. And, though it's not much, we've heard that some people are starting to hate the war. When these start to grow, we'll have a lockdown. The time is right there.

”Okay. I'll be careful. You want me to gather information on your side?

”Why don't you go give them a whack at it instead of being in charge?　Otherwise,

”Or else?

”We'll get our asses in a bunch and get our asses in a bunch of trouble.

”Oh scary

I'm frightened, and Bath hands me a bundle of paper, prefacing it with a parting gift.

I've collected as much information as I could about the heroes. I've written down the number of men, their positions, and as much information as I could find on them. Look over it on your journey. Burn it when you remember it?

Helpful.

”I moved a lot of money in your direction. Do you want me to do something I won't regret?

”Oh.

The paper doesn't weigh much to hold.

But it weighs more than that, a weight of meaning.

It's the weight you feel when you take over someone's work.

But it's strange.

At my old company, I never had the hassle and bother of positive feelings.

But maybe that's changed since I joined the company.

The weight of this weight came to me naturally, at least without any negative feelings.

I'll take the memory first, then I'll get into the carriage and look down on the berths you've taken care of.

Now let me enjoy a drink or two.

The store may be different, but you can come by anytime. I'll stock you up on some good stuff.

Spontaneously bump their fists against each other.

I'm being sent off and bumped as hard as I can.

I know it hurts, but I won't say it.

”Pick up, Memoria.

”Yes.

You should be able to control a horse next time!

You leave the store with a single wave to Bath, who laughs off the clumsy departure of leaving you in charge of the memoria at the last minute.

The roads are empty because of the early morning and the war.

Merchants are trying to find a safe place to do business and adventurers are leaving the city first, either to join the war as mercenaries or to move their base elsewhere.

The city has been deserted for a few days, and all that's left are the inhabitants who have nowhere to go or have decided to settle down and the soldiers to protect the city.

Thanks to this, the road was empty, and within thirty minutes we were outside the city.

I hope to come back in peace next time.

Yes.

My stay was short, but I didn't think it was a bad city.

In times of peace, there would have been plenty of places to enjoy.

Regretting this, you shift your attitude towards the city from back to front.

”Well, may I go check my bags?

”Yes, it's okay, but watch out for the bumps, because the road is not flat, unlike the other direction.

Copy that.

Take the rickety carriage and carefully move from the driver's seat to the back of the wagon, out of sight of the city gate.

Among the stacks of crates, you'll find the one you want.

Is this it?

It is soon found.