What should he do!?
Although a supermarket clerk couldn't exactly be equated with a fast-food worker, meaning that a sunglasses creature wasn't necessarily the Demon King either, there was just something deeply off about those sunglasses...
Setting aside the fact that he had a Terminator-like appearance yet gave off the aura of a weakling, the short, fat BOSS had said that, despite being a clerk, he wore a suit and tie every day. That was concerning enough. A uniform should have been required for employment, yet these sunglasses could wear a suit and sunglasses—Sogo Doma deduced that the sunglasses creature had used some kind of technology to interfere with other people's brains!
After all, only if their brains and thoughts had been interfered with would others accept this guy's unconventional style of dress... Wait, unconventional?
As everyone knew, in supernatural worlds, anyone unconventional or with perpetually narrowed eyes was a monster. Not only were these sunglasses unconventional, but perhaps they even concealed a pair of narrowed eyes beneath them!
A monster-like powerhouse... Sogo Doma subconsciously suppressed his presence. The short, fat BOSS's constant provocations might force the other party to silence him, and if a fight broke out, this would let him minimize his presence as much as possible. He didn't know whether it would work on this sunglasses creature, but it was still far better than doing nothing.
"BOSS, do I... do I have a uniform too? Come to think of it, wasn't I a shill the BOSS privately brought in? A shill whose name isn't even on the employee roster..." Just as Sogo Doma had made every possible preparation, the Termin—cough, cough, sunglasses Hasegawa spoke gloomily.
Sogo Doma: "..."
Rage ~~┻━┻
Just how terribly had this guy been getting by!? And the short, fat BOSS...
Wait!
Was it