Commandant and his Constructs [PGR]

Chapter 8

"I shouldn't have slacked off..." Commandant furiously signed and signed the stacks of paperwork that were all piled up on his desk. It's just too much! How the hell did he get so much paperwork just from faking illness?! "Uh..."

Gripping his head as he's forced to work on all of this, the deadline is near. And if he's late, he'll be in trouble for sure by Nikola and Hassen.

"Where the hell have you been at all day yesterday?!"

"U-Um I was—"

"Do you have any idea how much panic you've caused?!" Nikola scowled at the Commandant.

"Panic?"

"Lucia said you were sick, she busted down your door and saw nobody there."

"... So that's what that loud bang was when I and Camu were busy playing video games..." Commandant mumbled, remembering a faint thud.

"... You what?"

"NOTHING—"

"Have all of this signed by next morning."

THUD

He looked with wide eyes at the huge piles of papers that were dropped. His face went white as a ghost.

"Y-You serious?"

"We don't approve slackers and you know it."

"..."

"Uh..." Mindlessly signing away like a zombie, he continued with his duty. This time the door to his room/office was open. He sweats as he sees Lucia staring at him from the corner, hiding while gripping the wall tightly.

'A-Are those cracks?!' Deciding to portend not to see her, he hurriedly filed all the paperwork. Hopping to get it done as fast as possible. But with this amount of work... At best, he'll be done late at night. Guess it's overtime for him...

With a sigh, a tear drops from his eye... Why must such a harsh punishment be dropped upon him? Isn't saving the world enough as it is? Being crammed into his office and slaving away on useless papers is the worst!

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"Done..." Wiping the sweat off his forehead, his eyelids are heavy, and the bags under his eyes show him looking like a corpse. All in all... He finished. He slouched on his chair as exhaustion took him. It's five in the morning... And since yesterday was not long ago, the new day begins shortly in a few hours... Another day of work.

"Eh hehe..." He laughed tiredly, groaning as his hand hurt and his heart raced. Looking over the drawer on his desk, he opens it. Staring at the pills with a frown. "What's the point of sleeping? I wake up at six and get ready for the day at that time anyway?" He grabbed the pill container.

"Commandant?! What are you doing up?!"

"Lucia—"

"Have you gotten any sleep?" He found himself staring at the Construct who was now up to his face. Her eyes showed worry, anger, and concern. She then stared at the pill container in his hand.

"Couldn't sleep... Nikola wanted all this to be done before tomorrow morning... Which tomorrow has arrived... I just finished now." Scratching his nose with a light chuckle.