I Become a Staff Officer in the Demon Army, but I Can Only Do Office Work!

There are no windows, no lights, just a hall-like large hall slightly illuminated by the light poured from the ceiling, with one woman and several squire standing.

At the center of the large hall illuminating the light is a large, geometrically painted magical formation, shadowed to surround it.

"- A universal life, a universal world. With all my strength, I perform the sacred ritual."

A woman spins her words quietly.

As if to echo her words, the sorcerers gleam.

"Be faithful to me."

"The Savior who brings us salvation."

"A revolutionary who brings innovation to the world."

"This way."

Women and words are released from the mouths of their servants.

Word becomes power, power becomes light, and light is sucked into the sorcery formation.

The light of the sorcerers increases each time they release their words, every time they utter the words of the spell.

Eventually, the sorcery brightens the Great Hall, bringing brightness, power, and salvation to the world enough to take sight away from the eyes of his squire.

"My name is Hel Arche."

Women name it.

The sacred ritual is being completed.

bring salvation to them,

I'm loyal to her.

summoned to bring salvation to the world,

A new Savior.

"In my name, I summon."

To save them, be summoned.

With the words of Hel Arche, the light runs and strikes them. And she saw that there was a shadow in the light.

At the same time as the light subsides, the sorcerers disappear, and the shadows take shape and firmly reflect in their eyes.

Success, great success.

She, Hel Arche, rejoiced.

The emergence of a new Savior, born by a sacred ritual.

Saving the world, the birth of a sacred hero.

Now we are saved.

Everyone must have thought so.

The shadows say something.

What words do you utter?

Words that pledge allegiance to Hell Arche, or powerful words worthy of a being that saves the world? Everyone waited for the words of the shadow.

And the man finally trembles his vocal cords, trembles the air, and opens his mouth in the language of this world.

"Um..."

...... hmm?

The summoners lean their heads together.

Something's wrong. Something is wrong as the first voice of the Savior, rather than everything.

Whether you're watching or not confused about them, a shadow, someone who looks like a very ordinary "human" man in slightly unusual clothes, finally comes up with the words you've been waiting for.

"- Uh, which one is it? Where am I? Khin-yu-su-ku-ku-ku-ryu?

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"Can't you speak English..."

Thus, the mere "man" who should have lived a very ordinary life in modern Japan, was summoned with the expectations of many, and the moment he was summoned, he betrayed the expectations of many.

This is the story of a human being who was carried by such a somewhat unfortunate fate.