Upon Returning Home As A Military Major General, I Was Told To Attend School, Even Though It’s Quite Late Now - Chapter 130

Chapter 130. Meeting With The Prime Minister (Won’t Be Officially Recorded)

“Yuu-sama. It seems Marshal Tachibana has been summoned to the Cabinet Ministers’ meeting.”

“Oh dear, they’re in the middle of grilling him, huh? Poor guy.”

We teleported to the Joint Staff Office in Ichigaya using Hayami-san’s spatial transfer, but Marshal Tachibana was absent.

I wanted to hear from him firsthand what it felt like when the grenade without its safety pin finally exploded, but it’s probably as bad as I imagined.

“What will you do, Yuu-sama?”

“Well, since Takami-san gave me an official excuse to miss class, I have to do my job properly. So, let’s head to the Prime Minister’s residence.”

“Understood.”

“Wait, Hayami-san. As my adjutant, shouldn’t you try to stop me or at least hesitate a little…?”

What I’m about to do could easily get me dismissed, but Hayami-san shows no hesitation whatsoever.

“I am angry about this situation too.”

“Thanks. But I don’t want you to get punished over this, so I’ll at least pretend to resist.”

Ahem! Clearing my throat, I switch into acting mode.

“Follow my orders without question, Second Lieutenant Hayami.”

“Yes. I am your servant for eternity.”

I was hoping for a bit more reluctant compliance, but the teleportation spell activates.

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“Pardon the intrusion~.”

Hayami-san and I barge into the conference room mid-meeting.

“Who the hell are you?! This is a Cabinet Ministers’ meeting!”

“Wait! That’s Major General Kamiya himself…”

The old men in fancy suits and uniforms look flustered as they see me, still wearing my school uniform.

“Sorry for the inappropriate attire. I came straight from school since it’s urgent. Please excuse me.”

With that, I plop down into an open seat.

As expected, the seat intended for ministers is much more comfortable than the faux leather chairs used for regular meetings.

“We didn’t issue a summons for you to attend this meeting.”

“You’re discussing how to deal with me, right? I can’t allow you to decide that without me, Prime Minister Kariya and Asami.”

I glare at Prime Minister Kariya, the country’s first female leader, as if evaluating her.

She looks just like she does on TV: short gray hair in soft waves, metal-framed glasses that give off an intellectual vibe.

“It’s not unusual for personnel decisions to be made without the person in question present, is it?”

Despite my sudden appearance and provocative words, she remains calm, hitting a nerve with precision. As expected of someone who made it to the top.

She’s nothing like those inexperienced teachers who only bark.

“For normal personnel matters, you’re absolutely right. I would follow orders like any other soldier. But in my case, it’s either house arrest or worse, a one-way trip to the afterlife. So, I must insist on being here as an observer.”

I can’t afford to back down when my freedom is at stake.

Next to me, Marshal Tachibana sits with a pale complexion, likely from the stress.

Honestly, it might be better for him to leave the military altogether, regardless of the outcome of today’s matter.

The best thing for one’s health is to quit a stressful job.

“Very well. I will allow Major General Kamiya to participate. We are currently discussing accountability for the government officials responsible for your forced conscription and deployment.”

Even though the situation on the front lines was dire, deploying a child without due process was clearly unethical, no matter how you look at it.

“Well, that’s a political matter. I’ll leave it to you.”

“…Do you hold any resentment toward the officials from back then?”

“Tell them this from me: ‘How does it feel to have the massive landmine you planted blow up in your face?’ I don’t need them to apologize in person—I’ve never even met them.”

I twist open a bottle of tea distributed to attendees and take a sip.

Now that I think about it, I’ve been on the move all day.

“Understood. We will proceed with the officials’ disciplinary actions.”

Prime Minister Kariya swiftly makes a decision, picking up on my intentions. I appreciate meetings that move at this pace.

“Next, let’s discuss your future, Major General Kamiya.”

“If you try to lock me up, I’ll fight back.”

“If we could do that, we would have already.”

I make my stance clear, and the prime minister responds with a wry smile.

“Well, that’s true. But it’s trendy these days to discard heroes after they defeat the Demon King.”

“Indeed. You are both this nation’s greatest hero and its biggest victim. Anyone trying to get rid of you is just being contrarian.”

The ministers and deputy officials around us exchange bewildered glances at our dangerous conversation.

“So, is there any reward? I’ll settle for an increased pension and retirement benefits.”

“…Do you intend to remain in the military?”

“…Yes? Unless you’re planning to fire me?”

“No, not at all. But as prime minister, I must tell you that you could leave the military and sue for substantial reparations. It would likely be far more lucrative.”

“Are you really a politician? You speak your mind way too honestly.”

I can’t help but wonder if it’s okay for someone like her to lead the country. Will she be alright in diplomatic settings?

“Thanks to the victories you’ve achieved, diplomacy has become easier. It’s nice to be treated with deference.”

Ah, so that’s how it works. Her straightforwardness intimidates others into submission—just like it’s happening to me now.

And despite knowing the explosive secrets I carry, she still interacts with me openly. That takes guts.

“So, I’m staying in the military?”

“Yes. Fortunately, you’re still a student, so public opinion will likely support that.”

“You’re saying, ‘What’s wrong with a 16-year-old going to school?’ right?”

“I assumed maintaining the status quo is what you wanted. Was I wrong?”

She smiles gently as she meets my gaze.

“No, you were exactly right, Prime Minister Kariya. I apologize for the disruption.”

I bow, acknowledging my rudeness both as a soldier and a citizen.

“Are you leaving already? We’re just getting started on the fun part—drafting the purge list.”

“You must really enjoy politics if you find that fun.”

Now it’s my turn to smile wryly.

Anyway, I got the confirmation I needed: I can keep attending school. Whatever happens next is out of my hands.

“Oh, by the way. We’ve assigned a special team to deal with the person who leaked your information.”

Just as I stand to leave, the prime minister informs me.

“Understood. Let me know when you find out who it was. Well then, excuse me.”

Since things wrapped up faster than expected, I figure I can still make it to my afternoon classes.

With Hayami-san’s spatial transfer, we leave the conference room behind.