The Man Called Demon Lord in Another World Has Returned! - chapter 17

Chapter 17: Kanemura Construction 2

Kanemura Construction’s office was a fairly large building with automatic glass double doors at the entrance. Peering inside, I saw a woman sitting at the reception desk. Seems they work on Saturdays too. How admirable. It’s great that they’re contributing to our country’s GDP. Depending on how they deal with me, they might not be able to contribute to next year’s GDP, but that can’t be helped.

I entered and approached the reception desk, explaining my business to the receptionist.

“Hello, my name is Kiritani. I have an important matter to discuss with the president. Could you announce me?”

The receptionist, looking at her laptop screen, asked, “Mr. Kiritani, do you have an appointment?”

“An urgent matter came up, so I don’t have an appointment. Could you please tell the president that Kiritani is here regarding the Morimoto Industries matter? Please be sure to mention ‘the matter’ clearly.”

The receptionist made a phone call.

“President’s office? This is reception. A Mr. Kiritani is here wanting to speak with the president about the Morimoto Industries matter. How should I proceed?”

“…Yes, understood. I’ll escort him to the first reception room on the 10th floor.”

“Mr. Kiritani, please follow me to the reception room on the 10th floor.”

The receptionist led me to the elevator, up to the 10th floor, and into the farthest reception room.

“Please wait here for a moment,” she said before leaving.

I sat on the sofa facing a large landscape painting on the wall. After a while, the door opened and a man in his mid-30s entered, looking like a capable businessman in a crisp suit and silver-rimmed glasses.

Normally, one would stand up and greet the other party, but I’m here as a victim representative (lol). I remained seated.

“I’m Kageyama, the president’s secretary,” the man said, sitting on the sofa opposite me and offering his business card.

This guy doesn’t know business manners either. Well, I look like a high school student, so it can’t be helped.

I casually took the card with my left hand. It read “Masafumi Kageyama, Manager, President’s Office.”

“President Kanemura is out on business, so I’ll be hearing you out,” he said.

“I see. I wanted to speak with the president, but that’s fine.

Well, you see, an employee from your subsidiary Morimoto Industries tried to kidnap and assault my classmate.

We managed to prevent the assault, and they showed sincerity in apologizing, so I accepted their apology this time. But this shouldn’t happen again, so I came to emphasize this point to the president of Kanemura Construction, Morimoto Industries’ parent company.”

“I can hardly believe such a thing happened. I’ll confirm the details and inform the president. If such facts are true, we’ll take appropriate action. If you don’t mind, may I have your contact information?”

“My name is Seiichiro Kiritani. Here’s my smartphone number. Please take care of it.”

I handed Kageyama a memo with my name and phone number, which I had prepared for just such an occasion, then stood up and left.

Kageyama followed me to the elevator, bowing his head until the doors closed after I entered.

Having completed my setup, I left the Kanemura Construction building and started walking aimlessly towards home to kill time.

Small spider-type special operations golem. A masterpiece I created out of necessity in that other world long ago. About 1 cm in size with legs spread. Stealth function. Various poison attacks including neurotoxins. Teleportation ability. A highly capable golem. Its skin uses mana-absorbing material, so it has no operating time limit. I secretly attached it to Kageyama’s suit collar during my visit.

Now it’s picking up Kageyama’s voice during a phone call. Of course, it can pick up the other party’s voice too.

“Hello, is this Mr. Morimoto from Morimoto Industries? This is Kageyama from Kanemura Construction.”

“Ah, Mr. Kageyama. This is Morimoto. What can I do for you?”

“Well, a young man calling himself Kiritani just came to our company. He said he had a terrible experience with Morimoto Industries. Do you know anything about this, President Morimoto?”

“I’m terribly sorry. It seems some of our young employees tried to impress the president’s son yesterday by kidnapping that man’s acquaintance. They thought they’d rough him up a bit, just for fun.

Then that man came to our office, somehow kicking through a fourth-floor window. Before we knew it, everyone in the office was down, and the man was gone. Some of our employees were foaming at the mouth, and about four were taken away by ambulance. I thought we were in big trouble, but about an hour ago, that man came back demanding compensation.

We wanted nothing more to do with him, so we paid him off. I told him we wouldn’t trouble Kanemura Construction, but it seems he visited you too. Those eyes of his are something else. I’ve lived in this world for decades, but I’ve never seen eyes like that.

He’s been through some serious battles. My instincts are screaming that he’s not someone to mess with. When he said he’d raze us to the ground if we touched his people, I nearly wet myself.”

“Is that so? I did think he had a menacing look.”

“He claimed to be a first-year high school student, but that’s got to be a terrible joke. People who are bad at lying think they can get away with anything even if they’re caught, so he’s definitely dangerous. Whatever you do, don’t provoke him. There’s no telling what he might do.”

“I understand. Changing the subject, how’s the eviction in Namioka Town going? We need to demolish that house soon or the construction will be delayed.”

“No problems there. They should be out by next week. Our guys are working on it today too.”

“That’s a relief. I’m counting on you. Even if there are any issues, we’ve asked Dr. Unabara to handle it, so it should be fine. Well then, take care.”

Namioka Town is the neighboring town, where Midori’s middle school, Namioka Junior High, is located. It’s my alma mater too. Since it’s on my way home, maybe I’ll stop by.

But that Morimoto Industries old man is quite rude. My mental age might be 22, but I’m a proper first-year high school student.