NOVEL NEXT WORLD After Resignation, I Refuse the Obsession from the Male Leads
Chapter 3
The male lead nodded lightly and said.
“I’m sorry for not explaining enough. You have a good eye for detail.” “I, it’s alright.” “That’s good. For now… the format you need to use for this type of document is…” I quietly made a vow as I listened to the male lead’s explanation. ‘Damn it, I shouldn’t ask this question again.’ I was too lazy to do it twice, so I had no choice but to ask this time. But even if I had work, it would only increase the workload, and there would be nothing good. When I was in the BM-RP Department, I just quietly did the tasks assigned to me, like a mouse hiding. Then, as I suddenly turned my head, what I glimpsed through the crack in the door was, could it be…? ‘Is that a LaX LaX bed?’ It was fancy with gold leaf, as expected from a romance fantasy novel, but it was a makeshift bed anyway. Within the company, all such things are LaX LaX. I quietly rolled my eyes back into place and then made eye contact with the male lead. Neither of us said anything. I stared intently at the male lead’s eyes for a long time. ‘Please just explain it to me.’ What on earth is that hideous mattress? And the male lead turned away from my gaze. “I don’t use it every time.” “Ah, yes.” “Sometimes, when I’m really busy, it’s just convenient to stay here, so I got it.” “Yess…” What a boast. By the way, please, dear female lead and sub-male lead… Follow through with that firm resolve you showed in the original and join the BM-RP Department! * * * Carlyle had absolutely no expectations for the 218th class of new bureaucrats, not even as much as a rat’s dropping. Why? ‘Because everyone else will go to a more comfortable place.’ The BM-RP Department indeed offers the highest salary. However, it was famous for its hellish workload. That’s why, since it was founded three years ago, new recruits have been moving to other departments every time… ‘The bigger problem is that there aren’t even any capable recruits to begin with.’ To deal with ‘black magic,’ exceptional magical abilities are essential. And extraordinary mental strength was also required. It was a requirement that could never be expected of a ‘rookie’. …Because of that, Carlyle was overloaded every day, managing both fieldwork and paperwork at the same time! He ground his teeth at the minister, Edgar Crow, every single day. [I don’t have the capacity to train new recruits. Please bring in experienced professionals.] [Give up on impossible dreams, Lupesque.] [Then increase the number of people.] [That’s impossible. The limit for new recruits is two at most.] Edgar’s creation of the ‘BM-RP Department’ was good, but… Since there were so few people who passed the civil service exam, bringing in even one more capable person was a bloody fight. [This time, the ‘Last-place’ is coming to our department first? Pick from there!] Who made the group like that? In any case, Carlyle’s first impression of the ‘last-place’ group was just average. ‘None of the three stands out in any particular way.’ The top student was overly tense. And the second place… ‘Since he’s leaving soon, let’s not criticize his attire.’ Criticizing him would only cause him a headache. The only one left was the last place, Layla Lowell. The first impression of the last place was… ‘Her eyes don’t have the fresh, youthful look that the others do.’ At this time, the eyes of new recruits usually sparkled with pride. But Layla Lowell was, hmm. ‘She looks lifeless. Is that why she came in last?’ But her true value was revealed in an unexpected place. [What font do you use?[ The moment he heard that question, Carlyle’s heart stopped. ‘Someone who understands the details has arrived.’ What is it that torments the perfectionist Carlyle the most! A mountain of documents? The mastermind behind the damned black magic that can’t be caught? Those are a headache, but….! The unorganized, messy documents were the hardest. ‘New recruits always make mistakes, even after being taught repeatedly.’ Not long after, Layla handed Carlyle a stack of documents she had worked on and asked for a mid-point review. Organize them neatly by type so that they’re easy to see! He hated how moved he felt, but there was no helping it. ‘Last year’s apprentices submitted theirs mixed up.’ Because of that, Carlyle’s precious time was wasted once again rechecking and reclassifying everything. Layla asked, looking at him with a wary expression. “How is it?” “Uhm. Wait…” Carlyle slowly turned each page of the documents. ‘Yeah, there’s going to be mistakes. Obviously.’ Let’s not expect too much. Then there’s no need to be disappointed. As he turned each page, Carlyle’s throat became dry. His heart raced with emotion. “…It’s perfect.” “Thank you.” Layla Lowell remained absorbed in her remaining tasks as if nothing had happened. Seeing her reaction, Yuriana Croswell whispered to Layla. “Layla, can you take a look at this…?” “Huh? Mhm. Yuriana, you didn’t adjust the letter spacing.” “Mhm? What’s that?” “It’s the spacing between letters, and if it’s different, the document looks a little messy?” “O, oh, oops! I’ll fix it!” “And for documents like this, it’s better to keep it to one page.” “Is that so?” “Mhm. Make it so the recipient doesn’t need to turn to the next page. Let’s shorten the sentences a bit.” “Wow, okay!” She even corrects her colleague’s mistakes right away! Is that last-place person a God sent to save him from the hell of paperwork? ‘No. It’s too early to judge based on this alone.’ However, Carlyle first closed the door that revealed the cot. ‘Even though she’s just a new recruit on a one-week training.’ It seems like it might be worth paying a bit more attention this time. * * * Before long, it was late Friday afternoon, the final day of the last place person’s internship at the BM-RP Department. Carlyle clicked his tongue at the sudden order. “Something annoying has come from above.” The order from the Emperor was short. <Check the trend of the number of black magic artifact incidents over the past three months by this evening.> ‘Should I rebel?’ The Arfelt imperial family experienced a decline in authority 300 years ago. ‘The Mad Emperor’s Murder of the Saint.’ Originally, the Empire had three powers: the Imperial Family, the Temple, and the Nobles. However, 300 years ago, the Emperor committed the unimaginable madness of killing the Saint. When the only one with the ability to purify black magic died, the empire was in crisis. In the end, the nobility had no choice but to take extreme measures. That is, to maintain the imperial family and change the national administration to a system where the prime minister rules. ‘But sometimes, does he want to show that he’s still alive?’ The emperor would occasionally issue annoying instructions like this. “Haaah…” The Emperor’s orders, once they were sent to the department, had to be attended to by everyone. However, Carlyle braced himself to take the brunt of the order as he stared at the order. ‘A report with an unclear purpose like this. The three of them will certainly help out.’ Even if they help a little, he’ll end up reviewing it from scratch anyway. “All three of you. I’ll say a few words of apology today.” The three of them looked at Carlyle at the same time at his voice. “Normally, it’s against the rules to ask new recruits for additional work… but an urgent request came in.” The first to speak up was Layla Lowell. “Additional work?” “Haa, that’s right. Although they’ll likely be sent before me, I wanted to let you know in advance that I might need the help of the three of you.” The top student, Yuriana, shouted boldly. “Yes! It’s okay!” The second-place student stared at Carlyle with an indifferent expression. And Layla Lowell… ‘She’s definitely got a murderous look in her eyes.’ It was 4 p.m. at that time. Carlyle quickly gave instructions to the three of them. “All three of you, check the investigation files from the past three months. Verify the number of incidents classified from Level 1 to Level 3, and summarize any notable details for each.” But before the three could bury their heads in the documents. “Senior Lupesque.” Layla Lowell raised her hand. “Hmm?” “Are we only looking at trends from the past three months? Do we not need comparisons with the previous year or the previous quarter?” “…!” For a moment, his heart pounded vigorously. I would greatly appreciate your continued support by leaving a positive rating on NU so I can continue translating this novel. Thank you.
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