Reincarnation Monarch

One.

"Hey, you! I guess you kept the example material together properly!?

A slightly skinny man shook his body freaking out, questioned by his boss and a bumpy figure in a fierce stuffing tone.

The man looked back in horror and replied in a faint whisper in a fearful tone.

"... Ah, um... it's still..."

Then his boss stood up vigorously to kick the chair he was sitting in, yelling furiously as he slapped his desk with both hands.

"What are you doing! I don't know why you're so stupid! By and large, how can a stupid picture like you be in this hospital!? To this glorious Royal Central Hospital!

The skinny man who was reprimanded shrunk to the position that there was no more.

"Enough! It's a waste of time being mad at you!

Having said that, his boss spoke kindly to the man who was watching this backdrop with a slight grin at the nearby desk.

"Hey, you, I'm sorry, but can I ask you to put together a dossier on behalf of this stupid Nasri?

Then the yawning man slowly stood up, showing his tricks like, oh man.

"The chief's in trouble, too. Hey, take this stupid picture to your men. But unlike the work that even children can do, which is a compilation of materials for me, I do a very important job, which unfortunately is unlikely to help the chief. I'm really sorry, Nasri, but you're just being stupid."

"No, that's okay, it's not your fault. This Nasri, you must not be a fool."

"Yes, it's a problem. Unfortunately, everyone in this room, unlike you, Nasri, has an important job for each of us, so I still don't think we can all help the chief. Yeah, I'm really sorry to hear that."

"I guess so. Everyone's got important work to do."

Yeah, except for you, Nasri.

Saying so, the two men exalted their scornful laughter.

Then the ten or so that were around laughed out in unison.

Nasri had no choice but to leave the room quietly, with ridicule on his back, feeling unbearable.

But as he watched how it was, no one noticed it, though the mirror hung on the wall of the room showed a thin blur like a man's face.

Two.

"... I'm... not a stupid picture... I'm... not a stupid picture..."

Alone in the corner of the vast library in the basement, Nasri was squeaking with a small voice.

"... collecting materials is not an easy job for kids to do... I have a special ability to accurately extract only the information they need from a vast array of materials and put them together so that anyone can see them easily... I have that... but... they don't know anything... I don't understand..."

Nasri kept moving his hands carrying the dossier, even though he said it was bumpy all the time.

"... you just have to try... I'm sure those guys can't... they make fun of you for never doing it on their own... that's the kind of guy who's actually the dumbest..."

Then an old woman's voice sounded from across the bookcase filled with vast amounts of material.

"Sure you are. I don't think they're a bunch of people who want to make a fool of themselves for no good reason."

Nasri shook her body loud and freaked out by a voice echoing in the library where no one was supposed to be.

"I'll be out of your way in a minute. Nothing frightens me. I don't want to talk to you for a second."

When Nasri turned around trembling in small pieces, there were two big eagle-nosed old women and a long slender, beautiful man, and two adorable boys, on top of that.