Even a Little Cult Leader in Another World Needs Companions

This is sort of the second story in the Little Cult Leader series, tentatively. It's still about Douma as a child-sized Saniwa, lol.

I changed the setup because my enthusiasm was waning, and I wanted to write something a little different, umu.

A new mission sends Douma to a completely new world.

A totally unfamiliar world is dangerous for a child.

That was Mr. Long Legs' solemn declaration. The government official wondered: does it count if he's only a child on the outside?

So, thoughtfully, the government gave Douma a brand-new gacha System. After all, going to another world with only one squad of swords would be too pitiful, as Tsurumaru put it.

Luckily, the government has plenty of employees. After signing a contract, putting a little of their consciousness into the card pool won't affect them at all.

But isn't this card pool holding a few too many employees?

"Kibutsuji Muzan?"

Douma held up the card in his hand and looked up in confusion.

The irate Demon King was summoned, where he locked eyes with another smiling [Douma] beside him.

The Hellish Assistant Director, who had somehow ended up here, dutifully kept an eye on another ridiculous card as he worked.

"Somehow, I feel like I'd be better off just sticking with the swords."

Douma sounded a little helpless.

* OOC warning

* This Douma was taken as a child and made into a Saniwa, then ate the Blue Spider Lily and evolved into a truly perfect life-form.

* The otherworld setting is tentative. I'm still thinking it over.

Theme: Fighting for pure justice