Death March to the Parallel World Rhapsody

※Corrected typos on 2017/7/23.

※Partial revisions made on 2017/7/24.

This is Satou. During my time as a programmer, I endured the relentless waves of specification changes, braving the capricious whims of my superiors and clients, and survived the hell of overtime.

However, just because I went through that, it feels wrong to simply impose those hardships on my subordinates as a matter of course when I am in charge.

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“Ta-da~?”

“Ta-da-da~,” Tama and Pochi, wearing backpacks, struck a pose and looked at me.

“You two are so cute.”

“Hehehe~?”

“You’re making us shy.”

I patted the heads of the two wearing yellow hats, and they squinted happily in response.

Pochi’s tail wagged so wildly from side to side I thought it might fall off.

When I tried to let go, Tama stretched up and pressed her head against me, so I lightly patted her and declared it was time to stop.

Just then, Nana arrived, hand in hand with winged people Shiro and Crow.

“Master, good morning.”

“Good morning, Master.”

“Master, I announce we are all here.”

Nana held up a yellow pouchette embroidered with a chick.

This was hastily made to persuade Nana, who wanted to equip a backpack herself.

Like the Fairy Bag, it has spatial storage and personal identification functions, but it’s a cheaper version with storage capacity about half a tatami mat.

“Good morning, Master.”

“Zamasu?”

It’s Arisa and Mia, dressed in female teacher cosplay.

Today, they both had cleavage.

That was thanks to the fake breast camisoles I reluctantly made for them.

“Today you’re giving a special lecture at the magic academy, right?”

“Yes.”

Mia nodded in response to my question.

“If it’s a lecture by Arisa and Lady Mia, could I attend as well?”

Princess Sistina asked Arisa and Mia.

“It’s pretty much the same content we always talk about with Tina.”

“Yeah, basically a summary.”

“That may be so... but if I want to listen, I want to listen.”

The two told her there was no point at this stage, and Princess Sistina pouted slightly.

“Well, come on, both of you.”

Seeing a rare expression, I decided to lend a hand.

“However, if Princess Sistina attends, some might be intimidated. Therefore—”

I took out a disguise set and said it wouldn’t be a problem if she came as their assistant.

“Just as expected from Satou. Then it’s alright, isn’t it, Arisa? Lady Mia?”

“Well, it can’t be helped. Let’s go together, Princess Tina.”

“Hmm, agreed.”

Seeing Princess Sistina happily holding the disguise set, the two let out wry smiles and agreed to accompany us.

“Master, the young lady from the Kelten Marquis family has arrived.”

“It’s China.”

“Lady China is here, Master.”

A maid came to inform me that the carriage for Miss China Kelten, daughter of Marquis Kelten, had arrived.

She always stops by this mansion on her way to school to pick up Shiro and Crow.

“Good morning! Shiro, Crow!”

“Good morning, Lady China.”

“Good morning, Lady China.”

Shiro and Crow ran to the carriage and greeted the little girl—China Kelten.

As China revealed herself by opening the carriage door, a black shadow caught sight of her.

Needless to say, it was Nana.

The knights guarding her hand instinctively went for their swords, tense, but were confused seeing Nana nuzzle China’s cheek.

“W-w-w-w-what? Who?”

“—Sorry for the surprise.”

I approached by earth shrinking near the flustered China and lightly tapped Nana’s head.

“Master, I report that larval forms must be protected.”

“China is surprised, right? You should ask permission before picking her up.”

“Yes, Master.”

Nana reluctantly lowered China.

Miss China hid behind Shiro and Crow with movements like a small animal.

Shiro and Crow gave her comforting words, “Lady Nana,” and “Don’t be scared.”

“Nana? Nana who accompanied Count Pendragon, the ‘Demon King Slayer’?”

“Affirmative.”

Miss China asked Shiro and Crow, and Nana confirmed while meeting China’s gaze.

“T-then, who is that black-haired person!”