Civil Servant in Romance Fantasy - Chapter 282

Chapter 282: A Fiery Start to the Year (3)The number of raiders storming into the Minister’s office kept increasing as the days went by. Civil servants who would normally display at least a semblance of decorum and politeness now seemed to have regressed into an age of savagery and violence. They could have passed for Vikings fresh off a raid if they’d been wielding swords instead of documents.

It was a bit terrifying. Was this the sad fate of civil servants driven mad by budgets? This wasn’t just a dark evolution—this was a full-blown dark revolution.

“How many more are left?”

The Minister quietly spoke up as soon as the latest ‘raider’ from the Ministry of Territory left. It was a despairing question—how many more of these mad waves did he have to endure?

“We still have the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the Special Service Agency, and the Ministry of Education left.”

“Only the big ones, huh.”

The Minister murmured with a hint of dizziness, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. It was true. Only the most difficult departments remained.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs was responsible for dominating the continent’s diplomacy as the representative of the sole empire while the Ministry of Internal Affairs was responsible for managing the nation’s internal affairs.

Meanwhile, the Special Service Agency was practically a cheat code in its own right, and the Ministry of Education was tasked with cultivating the empire’s future talents. Each one was a money-sucking machine, staffed by specialists well-versed in squeezing out every last coin. For a Minister who’d only held this post for a few years, it must have been overwhelming to deal with them all.

“Damn it, it’s not like they left their money here for safekeeping or something.”

I felt a deep sense of satisfaction welling up inside me while watching the Minister scrub his face in frustration. After all, a boss’s misery was always the joy of his subordinate.

“They didn’t leave it with you, which is exactly why they’re acting like this.”

I couldn’t resist throwing in a light jab even as he grumbled.

If it were their own money, they wouldn’t be making such a fuss. They’d just come, take it quietly, and be done. It was always noisier when you were taking someone else’s money.

“Stop with the pointless comments and just check this.”

“Yes, sir.”

Faced with such a reasonable statement, the Minister couldn’t argue, so he stuffed more work into my hands instead.

While it might have looked like he was trying to oppress me with power, the rising joy inside me only doubled. If he was resorting to this, it meant that he was really backed into a corner.

“Come to think of it, isn’t this the first time the Ministry of Magic has come?”

I casually brought it up as I glanced at the stack of documents he handed me, which were submitted by none other than the Ministry of Magic.

It was surprising. Even during these frantic budget allocation periods, the Ministry of Magic had always acted like it existed in another world. They had never asked for additional funds last year, the year before that, and even before the current Minister took office. They didn’t need to, thanks to the golden tower they were tied to.

Thanks to the unshakable philosophy of the Mage Duchess, ’A person walking the path of magic should never be poor or hungry,’ the Ministry of Magic was always a well-fed department. That was mother Mage Duchess for you.

...And yet, for the first time ever, that very same Ministry of Magic had submitted a request for extra funds this year.

“Did the Magic Tower go bankrupt or something?”

Of course that wasn’t likely, but the situation was so unexpected that it made me wonder. It was like stumbling upon Bill Gates at a soup kitchen.

“The Tower’s annual meeting dragged on, so they haven’t received their funds yet. The people in charge of disbursing the money are stuck in that meeting, so there’s nothing they can do.”

“Ah.”

“Ah, my foot. You were there when they explained all this earlier.”

Sure enough, the people from the Ministry of Magic had explained it all quite thoroughly when they came. The problem was that I hadn’t really been listening.

There were too many other reports to go through, so I didn’t have time to pay close attention. Honestly, I hadn’t even realized someone from the Ministry of Magic had shown up until much later. So, how could I have listened properly?

“That’s also surprising in itself. The Tower’s meetings rarely run long.”

“It’s rare, indeed.”

The Minister nodded slightly, agreeing with me. Since the Mage Duchess was the one who commanded overwhelming authority over the Tower, meetings never dragged on.

“This year, the Academy instructors will be chosen regardless of tower affiliation. Candidates may apply individually, and the final selection will be made by vote.”

I stared them down, silently conveying that I would ‘convince’ anyone who opposed with a Thunderbolt. Then, the noisy younger mages finally quieted down.

Yes, this was the best solution. Letting the Green Tower continue handling it would cause problems, but giving it to another tower would also stir trouble. Even if we selected a specific tower, they’d just fight among themselves over who would go. Voting would take longer, but at least it would seem fair.

“Candidates are limited to those present at this meeting.”

“Vice Master of the Magic Tower, that limits the opportunities for mages who couldn’t attend the meeting—“

I quietly raised my staff.

“We can’t send people too busy to even attend a meeting, can we?”

Then, I lowered it again.

“Let’s move this along. If you want to be an instructor, raise your hand. The vote will be completely anonymous, so don’t worry.”

With a few sighs, the process of selecting candidates finally began. Attendees glanced at each other before slowly raising their hands. About a third of the room volunteered, which was quite a lot. If only they showed this much enthusiasm in their usual work.

As I scanned the room to check the faces of the candidates—

“I withdraw.”

There was an unexpected turn.

One candidate suddenly withdrew. I thought that maybe they’d just remembered some other work they had to do and shrugged it off.

“...I withdraw as well.”

“Yes, same here.”

“I think this responsibility is too much for me.”

It wasn’t just a few withdrawals—all the candidates dropped out. What in the world? Why were they doing this after all that noise they made earlier?

But something felt strange. The ones who withdrew, and even the attendees who hadn’t applied, were all staring behind me.

“...”

I turned around, following their gaze, only to doubt my eyes.

The sole person left standing, the only one who successfully registered as a candidate, and now the person who would be dispatched to the Academy as the instructor for this year—

“...Since there’s only one candidate, I’ll declare that the Tower Master will be taking on the role of Academy instructor this year.”

A sinking feeling hit me as the Tower Master nodded in satisfaction.

“Haha, the Tower Master’s devotion to her disciple is truly touching.”

“Those students are lucky indeed. If only I could enroll at the Academy myself!”

People slowly began to speak up, trying to break the tension as an awkward silence settled over the room.

Of course. The Tower Master’s only disciple was at the Academy. It made sense that she might want to oversee the teaching personally. It was a perfectly reasonable conclusion.

...

It’s the Prosecutors’ Office’s Executive Manager.

No, I couldn’t lie to myself.

It was definitely because of the Executive Manager.