I Want to Be a Receptionist of The Magic World

A four-legged table for a meal or chat. A chair ready for that. Heavy iron doors at the entrance. Bulletin boards with lots of paper, blades made of black boards that go around in the ceiling. Floors and walls with plenty of wood. The demons talk about the smell of meat cooked and the fragrance of spices. Staff gavel.

"Uh, hel,?

"Yes, thank you"

"This is the first time I've done a favor, but it's nice to meet you too."

Put me in such a space.

I pinched the table and smiled out the paper before the man said he was here for the first time.

I started working at Hare for about two weeks.

With a client-only reception, I am studying client coping techniques under the guidance of a senior. The senior who mentored me was sitting next to me, and in times of trouble, he was helping me out from the side.

Since it's only women who sit at reception, seniors are naturally women. Next door now was a brown-skinned cutie named Zozo Palasta, a younger sister than me. She's been working for about five years, and she's 23 years old. I heard you got a job in Hare as soon as you graduated from school.

"I need five clan flowers blooming in Steel Mountain. I'm a pharmacist, but I used to lose one leg on this street. Still, I went somewhere I could. But Clan flowers are only found in that steel mountain, which is said to have a lot of demons these days."

"You want me to go get it?

"Yes."

Read a note brought to you by a man, with the request in a bullet. Anyway, although it says about ten lines about that and this, it was that I wanted the flowers of that clan at last.

Take your eyes off the note and look at the person.

"Then it might be a good idea to ask the demon, the magical form of the hand crafted land"

"Is it of the earth? I once asked someone I knew to let me bloom because there was a magical type of earth, but in the past I was told I couldn't..."

"You can't do it without learning properly, but their demonstrators can bloom magical plants on their own. Because I am learning well in school to do so. Of course, the spells are different from plant to plant, but there was also a clan flower spell in the book of the earth, so I was wondering if I could finish the request without letting Steel Mountain do the demon. That way, we won't have to go to Steel Mountain for a preliminary investigation, and we'll have to pay less for the brokerage."

"Really! Thank you."

Before the jolly man, I quickly write up the requisition and get him signed. I don't know how relieved you are. The lettering of the signature was big enough to stick out of the frame, and the momentum to write it up was amazing.

After you have magically duplicated the requisition, affix the duplicated paper to the bulletin board in the building.

The man who was watching it out at the counter, after a series of tasks, thanked him again and left.

"You're getting used to it a lot. That's how it goes."

"Thanks to the seniors. Thank you."

Senior Zozo showed his white teeth nicely and slapped him on the shoulder as the client's man returned for a breath. The impact is likely to cause my hips to fall off my chair.

I decided to think it was a good thing because other seniors have told me that although my senior shoulder pan is quite powerful, it is proof that he is close to me. Plus it's cute, so it's totally good.

This is how I'm sitting at a client only reception, but my dreams didn't come true. What I want to do is take that reception where the demons come for a favor, not where they're sitting right now.

You have to be a woman who controls Hare's work in general to sit over there, and of course a senior, Zozo Palasta, is a woman who can sit over there. From the information management of the client who brought the request, Hare's person is able to confirm the details of the request, outside work for confirmation, negotiate the price of the request, and introduce the job to the demon for the first time. Sitting at the reception after that.

Even now, I thought my eyes weren't wrong. After all, that sister was someone worthy of respect, holding her fist and nodding.

"I'm about to take turns with the night manager. Go out and eat today to change your mood!

"Yes!"

"Ugh, good reply"

When Mr. Zozo sandwiched the requested paper against a wooden plate, he placed it under the tabletop table and took his jacket.

Hours are divided between night and day work, from morning to evening, and evening to morning. I'm only on duty for the day, not at night. Mr. Zozo is in charge of me, so he won't be working at night for the time being. If I said I was sorry because of me, I'd rather help because I hate you at night, so I was grateful. Kind people.

I'll get your wallet.

"Yes."

I can't get out of my mind yet, so I can't just go home like Mr. Zozo. I keep sitting at the reception because even though working hours haven't come yet, I haven't reached the area where that can taste good. It's only a matter of time before I can feel crushed like that.

"Good day, Mr. Hell"

"Good morning"

If that's how you get your mind back together, the guy in charge at night will slap you on the shoulder and say good job, he'll talk to you. When the glasses sister tied her hair to one, she sat in the chair that was next to me (no armor) wearing the white hat of her uniform.

"Have dinner."

"Thank you. Oh, please take this over."

Copy that.

Mr. Zozo seemed to come and get my share of the jacket, and when I took my seat, he was standing beside the counter and waving at me. Mr. Zozo's uniform was shaped like a girl with two short strands of underwear, a short length shoe and a long sleeve. She doesn't particularly have anything to put on her head, and her shiny black beautiful hair is exposed outside at all costs.

I also pinched up my own hair with a thin pigment if the color of my hair didn't end up like this...... You don't have to be as pretty as Zozo, but he said he had beautiful pigmented hair before he got this color... I've thought about dyeing it burnt brown by magic, but for some reason I felt weird losing it and I didn't end up dyeing it.

"What's wrong?

"Nothing."

I'm worried about the dark look on my face when I got to myself.

Yeah, don't. Don't.

"What do seniors want to eat today?

"I might want to eat more vegetables than meat today"

"So it's the grass-fed wolf shop, then?"

"Let's go!

I started living in a dorm and although this one has been around for about two weeks, lately I have been dating seniors and eating out a lot. So the cooking arm I remember was in danger of falling like this. Mr. Zozo says he's a touchi who doesn't cook, so he won't cook handicrafts by himself.

When I saw someone with a lover in the hare again, he spit on the floor unknowingly. Mr. Zozo looks cute, but the gala is a little bad.

Gala...... or that kind of personality I can't say anything about people either, but I feel so clear when they are made so open and wide open.

Then I went to the grass-fed wolf's shop for dinner, fumbled around and stopped by something, but my salary hasn't even come out yet, and I went back to my dorm room.

The spacing of the room is about the size of an extra eight bedrooms for one person. Definitely bigger than my room in the house. The rent is deducted from the salary, but it was a luxury because we have everything from the kitchen to the bedroom to whatever.

There is also a hot tub in every room. When you want to soak yourself in warm water, though you have to go to a public bath.

"Phew..."

I bury my face in a fluffy pillow, not dressed in my room. After pressing him gritty enough to make his breath painful, he flipped his body and turned to the ceiling.

Speaking of the work I did today, the work that my client even checks out the requisitions he brings and sticks them on Hare's bulletin board. Confirm and paste, confirm and paste. That repetition.

Apparently, this reception job is primarily supposed to be handled by a first-year rookie, and it's exactly that rookie I'll never move from there during the first year of this year. Every day I watch seniors who go to work outside and receptionists who consult and accept requests for work from demons on their backs on warm chairs all day long (because they sit all the time or warm).

That said, the work I'm doing now hasn't changed to anything important, and although it's somewhat less challenging because, well, it's enough for a newbie to do it, it must have been an important task. Besides, without this reception, we can't give the demons a job in the first place.

"Yes."

I reach out to the desk next to the sleeping table while I roll over and open a drawer with a small protrusion. Gasagoso and the touch of his hand alone searched the inside and immediately found the object of interest. The object you're looking for is a letter in a thin, empty envelope.

I lean back and write to the ceiling.

This letter came to me yesterday from Benjamin. The dorm mother who handed me this letter said, "Oh, you can't put it in the corner," etc., just saw Benjamin's name and thought he was a boy, and on top of that, he was mistaken for a lover.

Not at all. I am a maiden child in a maiden, and although I was politely allowed to deny it, I still can't solve the misconception because they think it is a shade.

Delivery to me and people living in other dorms reaches the dorm room where the dorm mother is located. The person delivering the letter was supposed to deliver it there, and the items received were handed over by the dorm mother to the dorm person immediately. Safe and secure.

Although it is also possible to send the sender to the Lord of the addressee if he enchants the letter, those who seek accuracy are asked by the delivery person to deliver it, as it may be hooked to a tree or fall into a water reservoir along the way. Magic is convenient, but in that respect, it means the human hand has more credibility.

"Benjamin."

Haven't opened it and read it yet, I open that envelope and spread the contents.

"I have to write to you, too"

I thought it would be a good opportunity because I was about to get the letter out to everyone but I got a letter from her within I couldn't move it to execution. Let's take this opportunity to write to everyone.

A beautiful letter of Benjamin stuffed with surprises on a small floral piece of paper appeared in my eyes.

"Dear Nanary. Have you forgotten about me yet? It's been three weeks since I graduated, and I'm not sending you a single letter. I'm totally stunned.... Oh, my God, lie. Lie. It's only been three weeks and I've written to you. You're more frightened of me. I sent letters to you too, Nike and Nall, and I'm worried they might throw up a sigh. 'Cause we were together so much, you're not too lonely to leave. Wouldn't it be a bad idea to go through six years now? I'm surprised I'm going to miss you so much. I wonder if I would be a woman who would be heavy if I could have a lover or something. I don't like it. I'm afraid of myself. - Oh, but, you know, will you listen? Nall, I promised you before graduation that me and him would be the same demons, right? If you're overwhelmed that you're gonna miss seeing everyone, you're like," Well, what do you want to work with? He told me. "I already replied with my hands up right away!' Cause this is an opportunity. Do you think it happens that often? No, I don't! Naru, you're in a bit of a mood, so I can't catch you until I get back to you right away. Even that dance at the graduation party fitted the promise earlier than everyone else. He's in the mood. That's more than I've learned in six years than I've studied.... but since then, there has been no shakedown. I sent out a letter to the nanaries at the same time... you think it's okay?

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"Aren't you okay?"

I wrote and replied to a friend's letter that I had not been sent in a long time.