Ah, this is a pain.
I apologize for the sudden question, but do you know about the concept of otherworldly reincarnation?
I had never heard of it until I reincarnated, and I don't think its usage was that common in my former world, but its meaning is just as it sounds: being reincarnated into another world. In most cases, the person affected usually retains the knowledge of their past life, and gets some sort of special power or something.
I don't really get it, but you start a new game with new strength.
And it's not like I was strong in my former life or anything. Ah. Ha. Ha.
For example, on a planet called earth, in a country called Japan, in a place called Tokyo, I was born. Well, I doubt you're really interested, so I'll skip that part. Anyways, this world has a few people like that distributed here and there, and quite a few of them hold some important offices.
Like Hero, or adventurer, or saint, or inventor, or noble, or stuff like that. Apparently those people often follow that pattern.
I wonder how they manage to do such pain-in-the-ass jobs. They're just like normal rocks on the side of the road, and I really don't care, but I can't help but be impressed by their motivation.
If you ask me why I'm saying these things…
…
… What? Why am I wasting energy moving my mouth to say these pointless things?
"… The Great Demon King has given you a direct order. Please go and write a proper report!"
Loud.
Unable to escape the annoying voice by my ear, I stuck my elbow into the bed, and turned over.
The one nagging into my ear was a woman whose clothing was all made with black as the base color.
Her disposition was as cold as a doll's. There's no doubt that she's quite a beauty.
How useless.
I stick my elbow into my pillow to prop myself up, and looked at the woman who was knitting her eyebrows at me—the Great Demon King, King of Destruction, 『Kanon』's something something knight brigade's member, I think.
"And… what was that again?"
"A report! I'm the one who should be angry here, right!? Even though we were dispatched at the same time to all the demon lords, why is it that I'm the only one who can't go back yet…"
"Ah, you sure have it rough…"
"Please quit screwing around! Write. Your. Damn. Report!"
I don't get what's she's trying to say.
Why do I have to do something like that?
Ah, my arm's tired. I once again fell into my pillow. I've wasted some energy on a useless thing.
She violently shakes my shoulders. Her shrieking voice is just way too annoying.
I raise only me head, and look at the woman who's supposed to be from the Great Demon Lord.
For Christ's sake, if you have the time to be doing this, go do your job. Your job.
"Oy, you. Go write the report."
"Wha… what!? W-why do I have… in the first place, what should I write…"
"I'll leave it to you. I'm busy."
I grabbed the cover, but the woman grabbed my arm as I wriggled into it.
Dammit this is a pain. After I've said this much, she still plans on annoying me?
I'm tired. I'm sleepy. I really don't care.
And wait, what sort of report is she on about?
"In the first place, weren't you the one to say it, Demon Lord!? That writing was a pain so you would talk and I would write it all!?"
"… Talking has gotten tiring, so just write whatever you want."
I tossed over the square box that had fallen off of the mattress.
It's my official seal. It seems that I have to stamp it on reports. It's a pain to get up to find it, so, I always keep it under the covers.
Regardless of whether she writes what I speak, or reports whatever she wants, I can see that the contents will be fiction, so there's no point.
The woman frantically moves her arm to catch it, before staring at me with a blank expression.
"… Then, later."
"What!? Wai…. Again, this is… get up!"
This time, I just ignore her screaming voice, and pull the covers over my head.
In a few seconds, my conscious drifts away, and the annoying voice is merely a sound in the distance. My mind escaped my body.
Um, I think there was something I was supposed to say. What was it again?
Ah… my name.
My name is… Leigie Slaughterdolls. I forgot whatever name I had in Japan long ago.
Once upon a time, on Earth's Japan, I was a Salary Man who dedicated his hours to a company, and now, I'm just a poor, ordinary Demon Lord in service to some Great Demon King.