Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

　"This is what you are doing?"

　The president asked this question, looking at the crowd filing down, then turned to the three strangers: "And who are you...?"

　In response, Cong Yu jumped off the car roof and said rather briefly, "It's a request for asylum."

　Cong Yu then fell silent.

　After all, the "request" part still needs to be done by the alien homeroom teachers themselves...

　Cong Yu simply watched as the soldiers, gathered in the distance and seemingly arguing fiercely, and the mercenaries standing at the forefront of them, debating something with each other.

　It seems that, because of the "time stop" that just occurred during the spectrum split, the morale of those people has begun to crumble.

　The reason is very simple...

　Just like someone who accidentally wanders into a demon village, they could be an ordinary person or a demon hunter.

　Those mercenaries and soldiers thought their mission was like a scene from a movie called "Fast & Furious" or at the very least, "Terminator".

　Who knows what they might use to create sharp weapons to attack, or whether they might be able to stop time.

　This is this...

　This is supposed to be a market?! (Speaking frankly)

　Sorry, I can't play anymore. Goodbye.

　……

　Those so-called mercenaries are nothing more than a bunch of desperados, and naturally they crave the benefits promised by others.

　But they would never act like moths to a flame after realizing what kind of enemy they are facing.

　The other soldiers, though, had the courage to sacrifice themselves.

　Many of the soldiers belonged to the Star Alliance, and after witnessing such a great feat, they began to question the legitimacy of the operation.

　This is a good thing.

　Thinking this, Cong Yu looked at the alien homeroom teachers who seemed to have finished their discussion: "How was it?"

　The president nodded in response, not particularly concerned about taking refuge: "Well, if necessary, we can warp to other star systems together."

　The president said this, then coughed lightly: "Ahem, and... my family also has some connections with her father's side."

　That's what they say, but in reality, her family is connected to the entire Star Alliance...

　Not only do they have connections, but their connections are extremely strong.

　The alien homeroom teacher nodded and said definitively, "I noticed it too. You're wearing Rick-6 on your wrist, aren't you?"

　It differs slightly from the Rick-5.

　Cong Yu and her group couldn't tell, but the alien homeroom teacher, who also held a high position in the family, could.

　"Rick-6, Taro Boba Edition... Before today, I thought it was just a concept phone that only existed in the grandiose product launch."

　The alien homeroom teacher said this, nodding to the president: "I never expected that the president of the Calamity Committee would be a member of the Rick family."

　Rick's house...

　The only connection Cong Yu could make with this sentence was Rick from the movie "Rick Sanchez".

　But judging from what the alien homeroom teacher said...

　The chairman's family designs and sells personal terminals, and almost every alien has a personal terminal.

　Let’s do the math…

　If everyone in the world used the same brand of mobile phones, computers, tablets, headphones, etc.

　So this brand of phone belongs to the chairman's family.

　"..." Holy crap! You're richer than I ever imagined!

　Cong Yu and his group looked at the president with shocked expressions, while the president seemed somewhat embarrassed under such gazes: "Haha... that's the honor of the family, it has nothing to do with me."

　As he defended himself in this way, the chairman sighed sincerely, "In fact, I don't participate in anything related to the terminals..."

　“My family doesn’t care about me either. They give me nothing but endless credits and resources.”

　"..." Everyone: "..."

　Is it appropriate for a space-destroying cannon to appear in a detective drama series?

　Similar situations are frequently seen in TV dramas and other film and television works, as well as in novels and animations.

　Many behind-the-scenes manipulators.

　The person who seemed like the main villain was actually just a minor boss. And above that minor boss were mid-level and final bosses.

　It was only later that they discovered there was an even bigger boss behind the big boss... something like that.

　It might be the legendary "medium", "large", and "extra large" sizes.

　But upon closer inspection, it makes perfect sense.

　Because that's really how reality is; what people in high positions want to do is indeed delegated layer by layer to their subordinates...

　Perhaps this is also a form of outsourcing.

　Obviously, when a minor boss encounters setbacks in his operations, he will immediately communicate with his superiors.

　"..." The terminal showed that the communication was connected, but the person on the other end of the terminal, who was responsible for handing over to the captain, remained silent.

　They were clearly waiting for the planet's leader to explain the situation first.

　In response, the middle-aged male alien, identified as "the Sphere Commander," organized his thoughts and said, "The operation to capture the eldest daughter of the 'Hanex Family'... did not go as smoothly as I planned."

　In response to the ball captain's question, the person on the other end of the terminal gave a direct reply: "You need to add something."

　On the other end of the terminal, the other party voiced their doubts: "I remember in our communication a few days ago, you made a very confident guarantee."

　"You mentioned that 'Hanex's' daughter is someone with absolutely no fighting ability; she can't even lift a gun."

　The ball captain felt somewhat helpless in the face of the other party's clearly questioning tone.

　Because he did say that, and he even made a confident guarantee, believing that capturing a young lady was a piece of cake...

　If nothing else happens.

　But the problem is, something unexpected has happened...

　"The other party has the help of several calamity species."

　"Captain" spoke quickly, adding, "Now, the enemy is hiding in the ships of the Calamity Committee."

　"..." Upon hearing this, the person on the other end of the terminal fell into a distinct silence.

　"..." The captain remained silent, simply awaiting further instructions... He knew the other party was...

　Please consult that congressman.

　He had been communicating with someone who was said to be his "upline," but in reality, they were just people close to that congressman.

　He confirmed his identity; there were no problems.

　And the captain isn't too worried that the other party will choose to sever his tail like a gecko and sell him off directly... Now it's the interstellar era.

　Everyone knows the speaker's email address and contact information.

　If the other party chooses to abandon him, he can drag them down with him by "reporting them by phone".

　When the other end of the communication spoke again, the voice was now a processed male voice.

　"The Calamity Species and the Calamity Committee..."

　After saying this, the other party made a simple judgment: "Find a chance to back out, find someone to take the blame, and then come to my side. My people will protect you."

　In other words, this action and plan must be abandoned.

　"So, what you promised me beforehand..."

　The captain tentatively spoke up, and the person on the other end of the phone was equally straightforward: "I won't be stingy... hurry up and clean it up."

　Subsequently, the terminal communication was disconnected by the other party.

　In other words, the original compensation paid to this captain would not have been less.

　You can still choose any planet under that person's command to be their leader.

　If there were outsiders here, they might find it very strange...

　How come I was the team leader before I helped others, and I'm still the team leader after I help others... Isn't that just working for nothing?

　But that's not actually the case.

　You'll understand once you put it into reality.

　If being someone's dog could get you promoted from mayor of a local city to mayor of an economically important city, then I wonder how many people would be eager to be their dog.

　"Phew... Time to run."

　The captain muttered to himself, needing a little time to think about which unlucky guy should take the blame.

　"..."

　"..." Then, at a certain moment.

　The air around me seemed to have become heavy for some reason.

　This race of giants is capable of sensing changes in atmosphere, and at this moment... he sensed something was amiss.

　Sensing something was amiss, the captain looked up and gazed into the distance through the office window…

　The midday sun is lovely.

　The streets were filled with countless citizens leaving get off work and getting their blood transfused, laughing and chatting under the scorching sun.

　This is only natural...

　Working only in the morning or afternoon, four hours a day for work and study... this is a happy planet.

　This scene left the ball captain slightly dazed.

　This planet is also where he was born and grew up, and he has an emotional attachment to it...

　However, these things are far inferior to the planets directly under the jurisdiction of Star Alliance senators.

　He was destined to climb higher.

　Even if the price to pay is the stability of this planet.

　With this thought in mind, I gazed out the window at the sphere, watching the dazzling lights flashing on the distant buildings.

　Then, in the next instant, he suddenly realized that it was not a piece of reflective glass or a mirror.

　-

　"Sizzle!!!!!"

　A blazing white beam of light instantly fell from the sky, engulfing half of the spherical building... starting from the middle.

　The scorching, burning destruction left a huge hemispherical gap in the center of the Globe Tower.

　Then, in the next instant, the Captain's Building began to collapse with a roar.

　Amidst countless cries and screams, passersby scattered and fled. But many were still buried in the collapsed ruins.

　Not to mention the employees working in the Captain's Building.

　"..." The man with the huge "gun" or "cannon" was very satisfied with his results.

　"Let's go, it's time to leave this planet. How much time do we have?"

　As he said this, the man who had been lying on the rooftop sat up and began quickly putting away his weapons.

　His companion on his right answered him: "The Star Destroyer will arrive after one standard day; after another standard day, preparations for the Star Destroyer cannons will begin."

　Oh, I see... If I only start preparing two days later, is it possible to buy some local specialties on this planet as souvenirs or something?

　With that thought in mind, the man who had sniped the Captain's building put the huge "gun" in his hand into what looked like a small box.

　Holding it in your hand is like carrying a briefcase.

　His companion, however, saw through his thoughts and, while calling out to the spaceship, said, "The moment that young lady escapes this star system, the planet-destroying cannon will fire... I suggest you behave yourself."

　"..."