I Want to Be a Receptionist of The Magic World

After he, the Duke's men (three servants) were forced to change into bright white dresses, I was put in a silver carriage to come to the king's island. I've never been that rare on King's Island in six months, and the situation is array, and the white dress is heavy as lead, but I'm heartily excited. The view of the island from the sky is unchanged and beautiful, and while the view is good to see on Lara, it's not bad to see from the carriage like this.

But when a castle comes into my sight, I feel less excited and heavier at once. It's depressing. It's a punishment game. Go around. Make a right and jump out of here or something. I want to cheat right now. Does this also feel like livestock that can be put in a carriage when it is shipped?

I put on my cheek and exhaled.

"If you go into the castle with me, there will be no problem. You'll be able to do some physical and magical research, but you'll be able to do it right away."

Speaking to me that way, who looks anxious in the carriage, the Duke orders me to stop at the horse. Then the carriage pulled over with a huge castle gate on its back and stopped perfectly.

Oh, I knew it was de big. I looked outside with my face up against the window of the carriage, but at the top of the white castle where Prince Zenon lived, I could not see it hidden in the clouds. I'm impressed because I've never seen this castle so close. I feel heavy and the dress is slightly lighter, and thank you Castle. That pure, white look wasn't Dada.

Speaking of which, I wonder if Prince Xenon will be attending this ball as well. But since he is a third prince, I can't even call him if he was there.

"Oh, you too?

"It's going to be a fun night. I made it for this day."

"How's my mask? Let's look good."

When we arrived in front of the castle, there were already overflowing with people wearing masks. Some of the people climbing the castle stairs have green or purple hair colors for today's masquerade. The mask shapes were all varied, and varied and distinctive, including a mask with clear eyes and no mask role, a mask with cat ears, a moffy mask that would use plenty of bird feathers, a mask with embroidery of flowers, and a mask with only one eye hidden.

Plus, seriously, the mask, no. That could already be a disguise.

There were people who were magically birding their heads, pigging, and so on, more disguised than masked.

No one is naturally closing in on those people. The mask is too serious.

We're all too suspicious. I have a strange anxiety that the future of our country will be okay when I think that this is all aristocracy......

I used the mirror in the carriage and took another good look at my outfit. Wouldn't that be weird?

Long scorched brown hair flushed back, a mask of golden butterflies enough to cover the entire face, a white dress decorated with understated lace, and a pair of vitreous shoes with high heels.

My hair hasn't gotten this color in a long time. Since I found out about the magic type, I felt nostalgic because I had watery hair, and I knew this calm color was good.

But I want to ask the Duke something.

I don't know if this is me, then. Besides, I was wondering if it might be suspicious for you to tell such a strange woman your heart. The Duke was told that a masquerade was a concealed act. While wearing a mask, you become different, and you hide who you are and dance with strangers.

The Duke used the masquerade mechanism and said, "I want you to find my son and ask him if he has a woman of his own accord." You look like a parent idiot, as you can see. Yeah, I'm a parent idiot. I can't help but worry about my son's romantic situation.

As far as I'm concerned, I don't mind that, but I can't begin to talk about not finding that rock man first. By and large, to strange women, who do you like? Even though it is decided to answer appropriately even when asked.

Well, it's not like Rockman's gonna tell me what he meant when he found out it was me.

My entire face is covered with a mask, and my hair is burnt brown. No one knows who I am unless I take a mask.

Many times I think, it doesn't have to be me.

It doesn't matter who did it. This.

On the other hand, see the mask of the Duke next door.

I'm sorry to tell you, but honestly, you just wore a mask, didn't you? 'Cause the top half of my face is just hidden on the silver side. If it comes from me who knows the original figure, including the outfit, it's the same as not hiding anything. I can see your chin mustache.

What's with the mask? Where are you hiding it? What are you hiding? Apprentice those seriously disguised people, Duke. Let's be one of those people.

That's how the Duke draws my hand while I think about it, and I get off the carriage.

"I've been waiting for you, Duke of Rockman"

Then the aristocrats, who were on the spot, approached when they noticed the duke who had stepped out of the carriage. I didn't think you'd find out in seconds even though you're wearing a mask, after all, that mask doesn't serve as a mask.

"Has the lady at Master Michael gone to the castle yet?

"Because we're close. I flew away on my own today."

"Lord Lockman, how about my senior mask. Do you look good? Do you look good?

You look great, Matarda.

... but.

You are admired or such a large number of people talk to the Duke. Everybody keep your masks on. That seriously disguised person also calls out. I wondered if I could tell because of this, but he seemed to understand and appropriately hammered. That's amazing, Duke. I no longer see all humans as monsters.

And then one man next door, who cares about me, this woman? and has asked the Duke. I got stuck not knowing what to say, but I said that the Duke is the 'daughter of the Earl of my wife's distant relative', and I snort yeah too. Were they convinced of it, too, and went straight ahead into the castle with the duke and me surrounded. The truth is that the person named the relative has a daughter about me, and the gentleman and lady walking in front are asked if she came alone today, how are her parents, and so on. That's what I couldn't figure out and could only answer vaguely, but I managed to fool the Duke because he had received most of the questions that came to me.

I don't know what to say, but wouldn't it be a little too loose? I wonder if I can doubt it any longer. Why are you listening so much to the Duke?

It's nice to be able to fool you, but the Duke of Rockman looks horrible for some reason. I can't find many analogies that would easily upset the people around me, like that. You're not hypnotizing me, are you? I wouldn't be hypnotized before I even knew it, would I?

I'll try and cast the magic of unsurgery, but nothing changed. Was it good or bad?

Once inside the castle, you can hear the instrument squad playing and where the music comes from.

A completely different vibe from when you graduate. I feel like I'm stepping into a real ball. It wasn't that the graduation party was inferior or anything, it was so luxurious that I felt that it had come to something really, really bad. Including the people who are coming to the castle, including those beside me.

"Give me your invitation. I'd also like a title certificate."

Before entering the castle's large hall, he underwent a minor physical examination. When I say physical exam, they unravel the magic once, expose me to my face, and just let the knight on guard see my face. But if they do that, they'll find out that I'm not the daughter of that relative.

But when the knight saw my face, he bowed to me and let me through.

... such an idiot.

And it proves the title, but when was I making my own certificate, the Duke handed it to the knight by behaving naturally and saying, 'It's this daughter's certificate'? Where did you get that stuff from! I look at the Duke in silence, thinking, but I meditate on one eye and laugh.

This is the parent and the child. The frog's parents were frogs. The frog child was also a frog.

Then we arrived safely at the ballroom, the great hall of the castle.

Hall with a masked swirling chandelier. On walls with sculptures of goddesses and angels, the ceilings are mirrored, and we see ourselves down there. So when I looked up at the ceiling, the Duke's brain weather next door looked good.

Either way, I'm worried about thinning my hair... what, as far as I can tell, that still doesn't look bald. My hair roots are much tighter than my father's, so much so that the tweezers are buried. I envy you. I want to separate that hair from your father.

Me looking up at the ceiling and the Duke's eyes crossed the mirror.

Shit, I found out I was watching.

"Speaking of which, isn't the Duchess here?

"You mean Leena? She would have come here for tea with Her Highness."

"Her Royal Highness and..."

Nothing gets stuck anymore.

"Yes, even more so now, my lady. Can you dance?

"If it's a circus, it's somewhat"

I remember being forced to remember by Maris.

"If you do that, you better not dance at first. Some of the steps are intense, so you should refrain from doing so."

Even though it's normal to dance because it's a ball, it was a thankful word to me that I had completely forgotten that dancing was an accessory to the ball.

I don't need a dance move to be the receptionist's sister, and it's not something ordinary people around here can remember.

"I don't know what kind of mask Alwes is wearing, but take a good look and look for me"

They seem to be listening to both of us talk about this finding meeting and telling us to put on masks that are as hard to find as possible for each other.

Do you think I can do the art of looking for a rock man with such a hard to find mask?

What is inherently called a ball is a place for single men and women to dance. Besides, he not only dances, but also matches his young daughter with the sons of nobility.

Maris told me that it was also a place for young ladies on the social scene to dress up to find their future husbands and make fun of them.

Then maybe it feels like today's ball is in the final phase of the pageant if you try those two.

"You can put something in your stomach because it's a standing ovation."

Standing food!

In the direction of the Duke pointing his finger, there was certainly a standing food. Aromatic fragrance stimulates halfway odor sensation. I didn't expect to put it on here for dinner anymore, so my stomach bug, which was quiet, was about to ring again. How delicious it looks, cooking for that colorful dessert. Must be the best food in the country. Because this is the king's castle.

When the Duke said, 'Enjoy, then,' he sent me out to the cook to go into a different circle of nobility. No, you know, even if they tell you to have fun.

I realize for a moment that I'm suddenly scared to be left alone and what to do, but more importantly, my body seems to have decided that filling my hunger is a prerequisite, and I went straight to the dish at the edge of the venue.

There are just about two chef-like people around the food, and no one in the mask, or nobility, is getting close there. I wonder why. Even though it looks delicious.

I get a plate and fill my mouth with meat and vegetables all by myself.

"Wow, this is delicious"

The mask covering my face is in the way, but I successfully carried it to my mouth to taste it.

Well, from now on, I guess I'll decide to look for Rockman from this place.

Put your gaze across the fork with one hand.

They can't use magic poorly in the venue, and if they do, the security knight will force them out. They don't mind if they're just transforming, like those people in disguise or me, but they say it's every now and then that they use flying, attracting something, or a spell of revelation or something to look for people or something.

I guess I'll have to judge you by your height. There are many tall men like Rockman, though, and, uh, even if you think so, it's just someone completely different from being a bird or pig gentleman with that animal's head.

Besides, women are still closer to men who are normally masked without worries. That would be so. I'm too scared to get close.

But what did I tell you about looking for Rockman...

"Master Al, it's a lovely mask."

"You look great."

"Let's have fun today."

"I've never had a masquerade before, so please be gentle."

I've heard it somewhere, a voice I don't like.

Dear Al.

"You guys look beautiful in a mask."

How easy it was to find.

Or I was right behind you.

Turning around with Ba, there is a figure of Rockman surrounded by several women. The mask was wearing an object that only hid the upper half of his face, which was just different in color from the Duke. The Duke is silver and his eyes are black.

My hair is tied to one as it was when I met her at noon, and I'm just putting on a mask where the usual rock man throws up his usual oral complaints as usual and doesn't fulfill the meaning of the mask.

I don't care how you look at that. I can tell whoever you look at it is him.

Hello, Duke!

Your son, tell me you didn't protect him!

If you're a rock man, you'll find out. All the ladies are gathered around him. And Princess Carola, of course. The Duke showed me the princess's picture earlier, so I knew immediately. Same blonde as Rockman, curly hair. White skin like you don't know the sun. Luxurious shoulders. And big, chest. A busty breast I don't have.

As soon as I saw her, I want to think it was my fault that my posture got better than usual. Absolutely not. Me because I didn't force you to.

But wait. The Duke did,

"If we could find each other,"

He said.

If I'm not mistaken, I don't think this is marital finalization anymore. Though it's too easy hide-and-seek. They told me to put on a mask that's hard to find for each other, but if I open the lid, they're both wearing masks that find out about each other. Doesn't make sense.

On the contrary, it can also be assumed that the two like each other.

"Master Alwes, it's been a long time."

"Maris was here too, wasn't she? How are you?"

"Oh, of course."

That, familiar caramel colored hair. And a red bright red dress.

There's Miss Maris.

It was still inside the circle surrounding Rockman. I want to speak up, but I can't. Damn. Even though you are the number one person who wants to be informed of this situation right now. And closest to him.

You're the one next to Maris, your lover!

"Dear Aristotle, long time no see"

"You sure are Rudell's."

"Yes, it's Teddy"

My ears pinned as I was sending a precaution to Maris.

Hmm? I think I just heard Aristotle. Aristotle, Dr. Aristotle?

"The research..."

"No, about that..."

Wherever it came from, I tried to clear my ears and pick up the words, they were heard from the one on the right.

If you look softly on the side, there is a small, fat man with gray hair covered only around his left eye with a green mask and a brown-haired woman in a softly tall gray dress talking in with two glasses in one hand. She said Aristotle in the woman's voice, so she must be from somewhere else.

I've only seen Dr. Aristotle once before. It was when I asked the school to come as a lecturer. After I put out that paper (about the ex-human demon), I was in sixth grade. My stomach was still plenty out then, so if I hadn't succeeded in losing weight since then, the kind of stomach I inflated with that air at the end of my gaze belonged to Dr. Aristotle.

But why is there a doctor here? But I do feel that the Doctor came out of the aristocracy and managed to be the Earl. I wonder how it went. But then I can snort that you're here, or that you deserve better than me.

Looking enthusiastically at those two, someone slapped me on the shoulder with a ton.

What, now I'm busy, don't interrupt me, and I turned around and there was a gentleman (gentleman for now) standing beside me in that pig costume. After a few blinks, my shoulder hits up. It is not so true in life to be slapped on the shoulder by a human with a pig's head.

But as close as I was to holding a plate, I felt a strange sense of intimacy. He's a dinner buddy.

"Yes?"

But although I was slapped, I try to call from myself because the other person doesn't utter any words. The pig's crushed eyes were looking at me. It looks real and has a similar texture. White hair was growing from peachy skin.

Eyes to eyes. We don't even move with each other as we are. In the meantime, the nobles and rock men around them were letting the conversation play against a background of elegant tones.

I wonder what's wrong. How much pig disguise (mask?) Though I do, it doesn't mean I can't speak human language.

Ha! Aim for my plate that took the meat from the last one that was there......!?

Pigs would be herbivores!!

"You the golden butterfly. Do you like your rabbit?

How rude of me to think about it, I got a response. Soft man's voice.

The pig gentleman points his finger at my plate.

Could that golden butterfly be talking about me? [M]

No, pig gentleman. I am Hare's receptionist...... my name is Nanary Hell and I am an apprentice. It's not gold, it's not butterflies, it's noble.

There's no way I can say it, my shoulders are muzzled, and you're such a little embarrassment to butterfly.

"Huh?"

"He's been eating all that since earlier, so I was wondering if he likes it."

"Oh, yeah, yes. I like it. Very."

"Is that right, after all? I like it too, it's delicious."

I thought something, but he said he seemed concerned that I had been eating all this meat badly just now, and he hung up on me.

I've never seen you eat so much meat at a prom, and I was surprised.

Oh, really? You don't eat normally? 'Cause it looks so good, no, there's so much delicious food. Even the chef-like guy next to the table, Nico, to me, how about this one? Even though he's been recommending me. I wonder if I was eating that much.

When I looked at the plate, the meat I had just had was gone. Meanwhile, a chunk of meat gobbles through his throat. Oh, when.

I do think I may have eaten too much.

If you do, the venue will be tempted.

He told me that the pig gentleman said hello to the king, making his neck choke, wondering what was wrong.

"Silently."

A golden throne at the end of a white staircase, leading from the hall to the upper floor.

His Majesty King Dolan, who stands up from it and overlooks us. Prince Zenon's father.

Black glossy hair inherited to Prince Zenon, a king in good shape with a good moustache. The appearance of weaving a red cape on a black military uniform looked more reliable than any king. I was fueled by future anxiety by the masked nobles, but I might be relieved to have a country like this King and the Princes of Xenon.

"Everyone hide yourselves tonight and have a moment (Toki) of no clutter"

When the king sounds his voice, the music that was playing in the background becomes louder.

When the center of the great hall was empty, a pair or two and one masked man and woman danced there.

As the Duke said, he was making such a fierce move, staring at each other with his hands together - rambling to the right with his fast feet, to the left, to the back, jumping on the spot... dancing.

There was such a dance.

and now I put dessert on a different plate and watched the sight. A chef beside the table would recommend something new. No, I appreciate it. It's delicious, chef. Can't you take this home?

The pig gentleman was still lying down. There is food on the plate. I wonder if I won't eat it.

For now, well, okay, I turned my attention to the movement of the guy and the princess, which was my original purpose.

Alwes Rockman is still surrounded by ladies in masks. If one of you calls out to dance, one of you is pulling his arm to dance with me again. Maris also raised her voice as a loser. Is it rude because I'm wearing a mask today? I think Maris said something about being so aggressive.

The princess is beside her. I mean, other people, I don't know if that's the princess.

Now how do we get close to him?

The Duke says he'll form an engagement when the two of you finish dancing the last song, or last dance. Anything, last dance seems to be something special, and it's iron plates to dance with the person of your heart, lover, husband and wife, and the person of both thoughts.

Maybe you should go early if you're going to dance or explore.

"Dr. Aristotle, no, Count Huey. Long time no see. It's Fodulli."

"Oh, is that Marquis Fodulli? No, it's a mask. You don't know who it is."

Then next to me chewing the last bite of dessert, what a pig gentleman and that Dr. Aristotle started having a conversation.

"Bu...... Ho"

I could almost blow dessert by accident.

Wait a minute, what are you talking about? Too many at once. I can't help but wonder over there and here.

Uh-oh, no more! If I had two of them, they would be able to gather information efficiently and carry out their purpose with ease... now I guess I'll even remember the magic of the twins. Absolutely useful.

"It's rare to be alone in a place like this."

"It's this mask, so I can't help it. And I wasn't alone because I was talking to this woman."

I took my hand (not daisy) trying to take the dish back and the pig gentleman tells the Doctor so. I want to hide it's not me, but stop using me for it. If it's not good. Even if it's pompous and grand. Don't worry, I'm named after me, too.

"Is that your woman?

Dr. Aristotle is looking at me.

"Uh..."

It's up to you to take advantage of this opportunity and kill it.

I had my grabbed hand subtly removed from the pig gentleman, and I turned to Dr. Aristotle to meet him gently.

"Excuse me, is that Dr. Aristotle doing that demonic research?

"Yeah. I'm dressed like this tonight, though."

Have a good laugh.

I couldn't help but worry about the Doctor, I lost the temptation to be able to talk.

"Because I won't hide my name?

"I didn't mean to hide it from you originally. The mask is just one eye, so whoever sees it will know it's me, right? Yet you think it's weird to hide your name. Are you being someone different tonight?

"Yeah, yeah. I'm ashamed."

"So what shall I call you? What did Count Fodulli say to her?

"You, the golden butterfly, and I am calling you."

"Then let me call you that, too."

My nickname has been decided.

Or what this noble sense of play. It's disgraceful, embarrassing, and good to mask. I think maybe my face is so bright red right now.

Then should I call this pig gentleman a pig gentleman? That's a nickname, isn't it?

Or should I call him the Foduli he was saying himself earlier......

Wait, wait, wait. Why am I always involved with these two?

But you spoke to me, and you spoke to me inside! and raising both hands. I might be able to dance that intense dance now.

Call me Count Huey.

Dr Aristotle, Count Huey, restarting his mask on me when one is stuffy, offers me his hand.

Nobles have a lot of names, so it's hard to remember. Although it is not bitter because memory is better.

I put out my hand to shake it too. But his hand was not shaken, and he was taken from the bottom and mouthed on the back of his hand.

Nobility!

"Now you're talking to the Marquis Fodulli about a new study. He gets opinions from time to time. I'm looking out for you after work."

Then I wonder if this pig gentleman is also doing research.

I stared at the person next to me after I got my hands off the Doctor.

"Um, can I ask you one thing?

"What?

"This is a paper that Count Huey put out last year, is there any other possibility of that ex-human demon?"

I can't talk about the request I came to Hare or about myself, so I'll ask him farther. This person is Teng himself doing research, and most importantly, he should know a lot more about demonic relationships than the people who know their pussy poorly. I think it's on the edge of something to see you here, so why don't we ask you a bunch of questions?

"I don't know. It's also broken bones to capture demons and investigate them. So far, I haven't found anything other than the demon I put on that paper."

"Really..."

"Do you, the golden butterfly, have an interest in that?

"Yeah, yeah. I wonder how demons are born, and I can't find the art of resisting them without revealing who they are."

Put your hands on your mouth and have a bitter laugh with your oho.

I wonder if it wouldn't be a very good thing for a noble woman to hear something like that intriguing. Now the common man has become a nobleman, even though he is a perky nobleman.

Perhaps it was not a good idea to ask in this appearance. They suspect this guy is really a noble woman.

"That's right. Would you like to come to the mansion next time, if you don't mind?

But with that worry in mind, my completed aristocratic operation had been a brilliant success.

Maybe I'm pretty much an actress.

"My research is not much liked by people. One way or another, it's reprehensible."

"? Why? Thanks to your research on demons, it can be helpful."

"Some people think that about Count Huey, but others who don't are just as public."

A pig gentleman puts his plate on the table and holds the glass in one hand.

"I'm not going to tell you anyway because I know that. It would be nice to know that there is one person like you in the butterfly. I'm always in the lab at the mansion, so visit me when you have time. If you say," You the Golden Butterfly, "I'll gladly open the gate."

The Doctor grinned so as he stroked his plentiful belly. It tells me the location of the mansion and even the name of the gardener in detail.

No, no, no. Not if you're laughing. Why put on a mask and tell that to a little girl who doesn't even know who she is? I'm glad you said so much, and I don't feel like there's anything called vigilance, although I think it's just a social dictionary... So did the Duke of Rockman, and one day I was worried someone was going to fool me.