Chapter 4: 4. Afterwork Life

A week passed since the very thrilling and inspiring incident of the Duke of Benelosen incident; and I was able to actually sleep.

I even dreamed of resigning from my position, only to be kidnapped and being forced to work.

I had that dream 4 times.

I can't even have normal dreams anymore.

Why the fuck are my dreams so work related? Is someone controlling them?

I told this very inspiring and thrilling dream to the Deputy Minister.

"You dreamed?"

"For 4 days?"

"You.. slept?"

"Sleep?"

The Deputy Minister replied like a broken record, repeating the 4 phrases.

 

Well fuck. I guess I'm the only one who slept.

The Deputy Minister started glaring at me as if he wanted to kill me.

Don't worry bud. I want to kill myself too.

In fact, I resisted the urge to hang myself while entering the office!

"Well think of it this way my esteemed slave; (Deputy Minister) if you don't sleep, you get more pay! How cool is that?"

"..."

Yeah.

"Anyways, Sir, the President of Finance is looking for you."

I tensed up and felt the sudden urge to hang myself, again.

I don't have many superiors within the Ministry of Finance... but the one superior I actually have is a crazy son of a bitch.

I dragged my body to the President of Finance's Office.

Of course, the hallway is unnecessarily long.

We only have like 300 employees working in the Finance Ministry's Central building. Why is it so fucking big?

Knock Knock.

"Minister of the Inspectorate Office, Sir."

"Come in."

As I came in the office, I seriously contemplated whether to cut off my eyes at that moment. The President of Finance along with the President of Internal Affairs were in the same room.

Due to the fact that the President of Internal Affairs was there, I quickly saluted the Internal Affairs President.

"Honor to the Empire! Minister of the Inspectorate Office, Internal Affairs President!"

"No need. Make yourself comfortable."

The Internal Affairs President ordered me to do so.

I eased myself but remained a good posture.

The President of Finance opened his mouth.

"Minister Roan Ludwer."

"Yes,  Sir."

"You've always said that you wanted to go to the academy, right?"

I couldn't hide an expression of surprise.

 

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Around the time I was promoted to a Minister;

 I've always made comments about how I would like to enjoy a romantic Academy life instead of this shit-like hellhole of a employment opportunity.

Usually, after that, the Finance President would slap me on the back of my head to remind myself that I am indeed a shitty Government Official working for a shitty country.

'Perhaps... it's a termination of contract notice?'

I couldn't help but remain optimistic that I'm finally getting fired from this god-forsaken Department.

My respect for the President of Finance grows by this very moment! He's finally letting me go! 

Yep. These 4 years prompted a very deep connection between me and the President of Finance! I can proudly say that these 4 years formed a connection better than a friendship of 40 years!

"Sir! I've always deeply respected you! You're my role model!"

The President of Finance stared back at me as if looking at a insane bastard; appalled by the sudden appreciation that was questionable between 2 men. But I don't care if he thinks I'm gay. In my heart, the President of Finance is a hero! A better hero than that motherfucker who comes out from the bible of this world!

"Stop spouting bullshit and read this."

The President of Finance threw a document at me.

"What's this? Are they documents regarding my pension?"

If it was the usual case, I would treat any document given to me by the President of Finance as if it was nuclear waste. But now, these documents shined like an angel's tear. 

"... Huh?"

However, looking at the documents, my eyes shook. And so did the image and respect of the President of Finance.

[ Roan Ludwer, of the Capital Finance Inspectorate Office,

will be dispatched into the Empire's Academy. - By the order of the President of the Finance Ministry - Weldive Cromwell.]

My shaking eyes were pointed at the face of the Finance President.

The Finance President nodded his head.

"You wanted to go to the Academy, so I helped you a bit."

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"Fuck!! I wanted to enroll in the Academy! Not work there!"

Even with my complaints and banter, the Finance president laughed, and the order document was still there. 

I had the sudden urge to hang myself for the 3rd myself today.

Denying this order would mean denying the order of the President of Finance, meaning the Ministry of Finance, meaning the Empire, meaning denying the will of the Emperor.

Well, what can I do? When the high ranks tell you to move that mountain, you move that mountain. 

'Motherfucker...'

It still doesn't change the fact that I now look at the Finance President with contempt. Hero? He's a fucking devil..

I hope you become bald!

"Alright then, to explain why I'm here." 

The President of Internal Affairs started talking as if waiting for this moment of misery.

No. Don't talk. Stop.

"As you know, the Academy opened up their admissions to students that are even non-empire citizens. This means that students of foreign countries can also enroll in the Academy starting from this year.."

Yeah, hello there President of Internal Affairs? I'm going to need you to stop talking.

"This also raises concern for national security of the Empire. It means neighboring countries can also send in spies within the Empire with this new academic policy."

Hellooo???

"We were gonna send employees from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but due to agreement we made, we have to share anyone newly dispatched to the Academy to every country - and it won't look too good sending basically a bunch of spycatchers into a school."

Shit. I can tell what's going to happen.

"Then we found a solution. We could send someone from the Capital Finance Inspectorate Office and say that the person sent isn't a spy-catcher, but an employee from the Ministry of Finance taking care of finance for the Academy."

Why me?

As if reading my thoughts, the President of Finance chimed in.

"We chose you because the person sent has to be proficient at work and multi-tasking; along with the similar nature of work and experience you have from the Inspectorate Office that can also be used in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Even though you're basically going to have to report anyone suspicious sent by other countries in the Academy, you will still have to manage finance and filter out embezzlement to show that you are indeed a employee from the Ministry of Finance."

So basically.. I have to do the work of someone from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but to hide the fact that I'm doing that work, I need to cover my activities up with actual work done by the Ministry of Finance?

That's double the work.

Shit.

"Isn't your little sister enrolling in the Academy this year? Along with your brother who enrolled last year. You can say it's a family re-union. I know that the Ministry of Finance overworks you; so how about some family bonding time?"

The President of Finance added.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Why are you bringing family into this? 

"... D-do I at least get any support or funding?"

I asked with a shaky voice.

"No funding or support personnel will be given. You're going all alone to avoid suspicion. There will be some assistance from the employees from the Ministry of Education though."

I'm about to cry.

Waah. Waaaah.

"Well; if you feel like quitting, remember this small fact; if you mess up, we're going to war with every country!"

The President of Internal Affairs happily added.

Wow! I feel so motivated now!!!!!! Hooray!!!!!!!!

"Fuck both of you."

I'm honored to have this great opportunity to serve the Empire! Honor and Glory!

'Oops. I accidentally said my thoughts and thought my words.'

"Hohoho. You are a funny young man."

"Indeed."

Thankfully, the Finance President & Internal Affairs President laughed like Santa the Fucking Clause and let it slide. Probably because they felt sorry for me.

"Well, anyways, you're being dispatched in a week when the year starts. Get ready."

"Who knows. If you do well, I might invite you to the Ministry of Internal Affairs for a double contract!"

"No."

I firmly replied. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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