Cursed bureaucracy

\*It had already been two days.\*

\*Two days in dilated time, granted, but still two days of 200 clones working continuously on filing all the reports from the demonic centaur bounty.\*

\*And yet, the pile of reports hadn't diminished. At all. Quite the opposite, it had grown by 15cm compared to when they arrived!\*

\*This made no sense.\*

\*According to the log, only five reports had been added to the pile over the 15 minutes of undilated time that had elapsed. Two were handed physically, three were sent magically.\*

\*Yet in the 15 new centimeters there were at least 30 reports, and that's without counting the tens of thousands of reports the clones had filed.\*

"Where are they coming from?!" \*Whispers one of the Clarkus.\*

"That's... Could it be a fraud?" \*Asks another.\*

"Already checked the details. I even asked someone to go check a couple of the scenes, they exactly match the descriptions!"

"Ho\~\~\~w?" \*Says Clarkus 2, greatly confused.\*

"Dunno... You think automating it will work?"

"At this point, I'm wondering if it matches our working speed, and automating it would just accelerate it..."

"Chronomancy?"

"We're already using chronomancy."

"No, like, they're sending us \*future\* reports."

"But then the scene wouldn't match, would it?"

"True... But if it matches our working speed, it can't be synchronous with our timeline, right?"

"..."

"Watcha thinking about?"

"Who did you send to check the details?"

"One of the goblins, why?"

"You mean one of Grabadash's acquaintances?"

"Yes, why?"

"Who made the verification formula for the reports?"

"You can't be serious."

"Yup..."

"We're screwed."

"Yup..."