I Want to Be a Receptionist of The Magic World

"It's been six months, what do you think?

"What is it?

As usual, compiling the paperwork in the receptionist's seat, the director came around in front and told me so.

Well, what is it?

"The job is still just client reception and pre-investigation now, but you want to try a different job too?

Keep the writing sentence intact, I stop the brush and blink.

Six months and February (fuzzy) passed after I started working at Hare.

Now that memory detection is available, I've been driven out every now and then by pre-investigation, and I often sit alone in the reception seat I'm sitting in right now. I was definitely getting used to my current job, even though I would still ask for help when I didn't know how to handle it or when I might make a decision.

But when I get used to it is the scariest time for everything, so I want to keep up the good work without distraction, before I go to bed, I always get in the mood and go into the bedroom. Alarm great enemy, that is my motto.

But now that I can detect memories, I won't cut off my self-esteem because of the advice of the guy who hates the hang-up, but I still owe it to him after all. I even sympathize with Rockman for doing things like sending salt to Ningro enemies. Zozo stuck me wondering if I should say thank you honestly, but I'm not going to say it anymore because it was over there that blocked my mouth that I tried to say thank you first.

Or equal to what I said.

Besides, I want to return the white dress, so regardless of the hassle, I went to the Dolan North Post Magic Office for the procedure, and I parceled it and sent it to the Duke's house.

They wrote the paperwork in equal detail as to who I was and how I would send my baggage in relation to the Duke's house to which I was sent.

This is why I don't like using mail for noble houses.

I'm used to sending letters to Maris, so I don't care what you do with it, but this time the wax is different. I have to do trouble on top of trouble. I hate trouble. Fire is going to blow out of my butt after what I hate these days. I really don't like it anymore.

... but in the meantime, no way, my head ached when the parcel was sent back.

The dorm mother gave me this, yes, and I don't think it's my fault I dropped it on the floor without getting it right.

I asked the receptionist at North Post politely why they sent me back, holding back rough, but the word I returned was, 'The Arnold family is special and you will not receive your luggage through the mail magic office'.

... Then why don't you tell me when you fill out the paperwork! Why didn't you tell me!

That's how I ended up in my room two months after that. I don't like it when it hits me, so I ended up in a costume. I got all my crude clothes out of the top drawer, and nothing was gone. I poised my dress in there. No, I put it in politely.

"Is it a different job?

"Want to go to the reception in Soleil?

"Is that... the south?

"You may want to try it somewhere different. The content of the request is novel, and you may also go with help, so try to get used to it while you can. Harris and Zozo go to help occasionally, and there are a lot of kids living in the dorm, so there won't be many to start with."

Soleil land as the director calls it. The Hare Magic Station is situated in the north of the country, but there are also several small divided Magic Stations in the east, west and north. It's easy to understand when it comes to a different store.

I have no doubt that the main body of Hare is here where I am, but then there were three other small magic stations within the kingdom, because it is hard for people (clients and demons) to come from the south or far from here.

And all the magic stations and the hare, which should also be called this headquarters, are connected by a magical door called a bridge.

The door is on the back of this building, and the people assigned to your hare open the door every day from the staff dormitory to their place of work.

Therefore, when something happened at the other magic station, the director and us could be informed of the situation as soon as we exited the door. This means that no matter where the magic station is, there will be no hare without the director. If she has business, all she has to do is open the bridge door. I can't help it when the director is off, but mostly when she's off, there's Mr. Arquez, so it's quicker if you talk to him, the substantive deputy director.

It was difficult once, on the western and southern sides, where demons were said to be the most common, when the buildings of your magic station were attacked by demons.

By the way, the most common is in the north. But second, compared to the west and south, that's about it, so it's enough to go over (d) and no longer say fifth.

'Oh, oh, calm down!

I remember getting the water out for now to the staff who came out of the door in a hurry and asked for help.

It seemed to be attacked when there were few people, and the demons were big for nothing. There were four bodies, and they came without sound.

There's nothing I can do about it because I can't deal with it, and they've broken the exorcism line that's all around me. The director re-stretched the exorcism's magic formation to the magic station in Soleil, but he doesn't know when it will strike again.

There seems to be more requests for demonic exorcisms over there, and they come around here a lot. Rather than sharing, there are fewer demon breakers than there are many requests for demon exorcisms, because there are more motivated demons here.

"If we do it that way for a month, let's get to reception a little early but deal with the demon busters"

"Is that true?!

Even though I was at work, I shouted out loud about it.

Several demonstrators turned this way, so I don't have to be ashamed to do my gaze down.

But I'm glad about this.

In addition to being able to go to other magical guidance centers that I've always wondered what place, it was like a dream that the day would come when I could sit in that reception seat where my admired sister was sitting. The fact that I was able to get a job at Hare is like a dream in itself, but there was something more than that to rejoice that I could be the same person I admired. (I haven't been able to yet)

"Be careful, there's a lot of exorcism going on over there."

"Yes."

"I'm so glad Nanary is able to use memory detection ~. The only reason we can use it is because it's about yaklin 'to Arquez, Orcal and Parma without me"

"If it's helpful, good."

And most importantly, as a member of the Hare Magic Station, I'm glad to be of service to you all.

Tomorrow, please.

"Yes!"

From then on, I came to work with a wiggle.

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"Um, I'm asking you..."

"Hello, please hang up"

When I took turns with my senior after I pinched the break and took a seat, the person making the request quickly called out to the receptionist.

A slightly thinner man in his thirties or so. I couldn't say I was very pretty, and I could see my clothes stained with yore yore.

That's why when the man himself asked if it was dirty, it wasn't, it didn't smell, and it smelled like Ning Ro hair conditioning.

The man exhales as he urges him to his seat and sits down.

"I've been having bad dreams lately, and I just have nightmares."

"Is it a nightmare?

I have a neighborhood under my eyes, so maybe my age is younger than I think.

The man's name is Yarman Crack. If you ask, he's twenty-five, apparently. I was more than five years younger than I expected, so I was surprised and convinced. My face feels fatigued overall rather than old. My eyes were also half open and my eyes were looking down below my face.

"And when I woke up, the room was messed up every time."

I thought it was a thief, but nothing was stolen, just vandalized. It's possible I had nightmares and had a pest climb, but I'm not sure. He was not rough as he had become a pest clive either, and the paper was gushing or the book was torn, as if people had roughed it up.

It's creepy to hear.

I guess he's worse because I don't experience it makes me creepy.

"Are you also physically lazy?

"... Honestly, through tiredness, I've been getting depressed lately. You can't have medication at the pharmacist's, and healing magic doesn't work."

The nightmares are terrible and the room is always rough when you wake up.

All I can remember is that the content of the nightmare is being chased by something black, and even if I woke up and tried to write it down, it seems that the room was rough and not nearly there at that time.

If the room was rough every time I woke up, fewer people would be able to stay calm. Though every time, I don't think it's something I get used to.

In the meantime, he came to Hare to ask if he could do something with a push because he had visited a doctor to get tired and get the medicine out, but it didn't work and using healing magic didn't make any difference.

There are various types of healing magic, but the world is well made that what does not work with medicine is healing magic, and what cannot be healed with healing magic is medicine. It was somewhat odd to say that there should still be a number of medications and healing magic enough to take fatigue if you were injured, but neither of them worked.

... Well, what is it?

"Hell, why don't we take a look at him in memory detection?"

"Mr. Arquez."

Mr. Arquez, who had paperwork behind him, points his index finger at his client and speaks to me that way.

"Maybe it's a monster of dreams"

"Demons?!

Faster than I could speak, the man solidified with a stunned face.

The demon of dreams......?

Turning a troubled eye because he didn't know what demon he was talking about, Mr. Arquez put the finger he was pointing at his client on his forehead and, um, closed his eyes tightly to think.

"I used to have the same thing. A demon enters a human dream."

"Dreams..."

"He has nightmares, manipulates humans like sleepwalking again and wears them both physically and mentally. And at the end of the day, eat that human being."

"Ha, ha, eat!?

Shocked by the word eating, the man got out of his chair and pulled back.

What demons were in the past were kept as records in Hare's dossier room, and he said he could also look for information on what was said to be the demons of his dreams.

Then there might be a way to deal with it.

"Mr. Crack, may I follow your own performance last night just to confirm?

"Oh, please! There's nothing wrong with that."

Having taken the identity check, I decided to turn my finger towards him and do memory detection, as Mr. Arquez said. I really prefer to do it away from my seat and in a less visible place, but when I look at him frightened, I decide that it would seem better to do it in a more crowded place instead.

As I turned my fingers that way, I was shown how he looked yesterday before Mr. Crack. I'm just having dinner, and I'm not in my sleep yet. Turning my finger to go a little further back, this time I saw Mr. Crack asleep. The condition looks painful somewhere, reaching out and running away from something, it also looks frivolous.

Then as he slept, he got up suddenly and let his eyes glow red and wandered out through the room. He defeats it relentlessly when he hands on furniture and rips books and clothes nearby into billies with his hands. In the meantime there was also a leak from his mouth of the one who had no choice but to hear 'Gallu, Gru' and a disgusting noise like a fierce wildlife, but different.

Maybe this is what Mr. Arquez says, he's obsessed with something called the demon of dreams.

Mr. Crack, who was shown this memory in front of him, had his eyes rounded and cracked as if he had seen something incredible. I guess I can't believe I'm in this state. Even I would have circled my eyes more than he did and passed out giving it to you if I had found out I was rambling at night looking like this.

But this explains why the inside of the room was being roughed up. Mr. Crack himself said he was roughing up the room.

So if there is a problem......

"I just have to peel it off with exorcism magic. A demon who is good at it and a magic type is better for a wind guy."

Mr Arquez, who was watching it with me next to me, gives me suggestions by saying that there is a solution.

"Is it the wind?

"This demon travels in the air, in the wind. Because a wind wizard who can manipulate the flow will be easier to do."

Most of all, I can't tell if this is really the same thing as the demon of that dream, but I was told at the end of the word that it didn't seem to be a mistake to be a demon.

Then there is one thing to do.

"Now, Mr. Crack, this request is urgent, including for the demon case and the fact that your life is in danger."

"Am I okay?"

"Whatever it is, I will find someone who will save you from the nightmare. If you were worried, would you be spending the day here?

"Is that good?

"I'm not saying it's impossible if the house is better, but if it's a day, you can eat food here if you have money, and I don't take the night off to do it. I wondered if it would be good if the demon who would take the request showed up and could take it as soon as possible..."

"No! I was careful, so if you can do that, let me stay here!!

I nodded in Mr Crack's reply, rolling the white sleeve of my uniform and proceeding to the preparation of the request.

And after I finished writing the request, I decided to ask him to rest in the end seat. I cautioned against sleeping just in case, but as far as that neighborhood is concerned, I'm going to fall asleep. I fell asleep and had nightmares again, and if I were to be in such a state, I think it would be ok because everyone is here...

"You've had a lot of demons lately"

"Well, at times, the flower season requires a lot of exorcisms.... Then I'll go to the information room, so if anything happens, you can rely on Zozo and Harris."

"Thank you"

After I bow my head to Mr. Arquez, I also decide to look into the demons in the dossier room tomorrow. Past requisitions, demon request completion records, etc. were kept in the materials room, and I used to look at them and learn how to write them. Plus, there were so many books stored that I thought it was a bookstore in town that I often used them when I wanted to read research and some interesting novels.

Then a few moments later, a demon man appeared at Mr. Crack's request, and he went out of the hare with the man. To a situation where he might finally be able to sleep, Mr. Crack cried to a demon man and said, 'Thank you! Thanks!' And he bowed many times. The man's back stood against too much force.

In the meantime, I just pray that it can be resolved.

"It's flower season, and it's time to start flowering."

After work, today and with Mr. Zozo, I was coming to the grass-fed wolf's for dinner.

When she says she wants meat, she comes to this store once in a while. Mr. Zozo, who is a cannibalist, doesn't self-cater at all, so I got a little worried, but I can't say anything when I watch him cheek happily for meat. Besides, there are skewers of ravioli in this store, so I can't help but be happy when they invite me to eat them.

In the end, they are both.

"Wouldn't a maiden in love be a wolf?"

Let the meat-stabbed fork play with one hand, Mr. Zozo said with pleasure.

Now Dolan is in flower season.

The season of flowers is also known as the season of love.

The Dolan season is divided into three parts: the "flower season" for the warm and blooming season throughout the country, the "season away from the sky" for the cold and snowy season, and the "season of light" for the pleasant season of the wind, which is relatively easy to spend and long in the day.

The longest of the three seasons was the season of light, and half of the year was the season of light. But the season of light ended a month ago, and now the whole kingdom was colored with flowers, and as I walked through town, I could see petals dancing, and colorful flowers blooming economically on the side of the road.

"Does Mr. Zozo give flowers to someone?

"Me? I'm not here, am I? Besides, I'm not feeling well this time."

Mr. Zozo, with his dark face, has shown me that epidemic magazine as an example. I carry it with me all the time, so I'm no longer surprised that I have it. Whether in the room, outside or at work, I already know what I have hidden.

In the meantime, whichever, I looked at the article.

"The second month of the flower season was born, the magical shape of the earth, a woman. It's better not to make too much contact with men this month's flower season. Keep an eye out for flowers without handing them over. If you push me, there will be no daughter-in-law."

……

"No, you know, that much clarity..."

She was right, that's what the article said.

What a rude article. If this is the Director's divination result that makes him see it, then surely this occupier will be crushed in the face.

"The fortune of the fortune-teller" Dear Melakisso "is not Dada. I'm sure the same flower season that I did, the witches at the end of February, wouldn't give flowers."

Pathetically, Zozo is giggling at a situation where he's not the only one. What a happy thing to give flowers to, what a squeal.

I'm afraid of my eyes.

Or Ningro. I'm afraid of the fortune of Master Melakisso, who makes it that far. But this is all going to affect Mr. Zozo, so maybe it's a pretty good hit. Whatever the magic, I don't really believe in something called fortune, so I'm not very interested.

Flowering, by the way, is like a festive national event in the flower season.

On the first day of the second month of the flower season, the king and the queen descend from the king's island to the kingdom. Then you go around town in a luxurious carriage, praying for the peace of the country and sprinkling the carriage with loads of flowers.

But the word "flower" doesn't come from it.

The day the king and the queen came down to the country, on that day, the custom of sending flowers to the person of their choice and to the person of their marriage became known as the flower delivery ritual.

The king and the queen are considered equal to God because of their ancient teachings. to boulders. I have not blindly deified and seen royalty now, but it was perceived as such.

Marriage takes an oath to Pramana, the founding god of the Kingdom of Dolan. It's like the founding god, or the ancestor of Prince Zenon.

Therefore it is made special to convey love that day, the day when the royal family descends. I'm not sure why I started giving flowers, but I guess someone gave them out first and gradually that spread.

"Oh? You were still doing this."

"'Ice Witch Recruitment! The Queen's maid is your daughter!!'... that's true. And it's getting worse and worse."

Under the article of fortune, there was a text with the same content as the paper of the recruitment that was in that hare. I peeled off the one that was on the hare, so I don't have any more.

I don't know if it could have been recruited, but as far as the text of this article goes, there didn't seem to be much gathering.

Around finally reaching for an epidemic magazine, I guess it's desperate.

"When was Nanary born?

"I am born in the season of emptiness, in January."

"The season away from the sky, the first month, the ice witch said..."

As she follows the letters at her fingertips, she searches the empty season column.

"Work goes well. I'm sure you'll save your fortune."

"Yay!

Human beings are difficult things, and when they say good things, they make me happy, even if I don't believe them.

"... so, love is better"

"Love is fine. I'm not interested."

"It's okay because I'm interested. So, love..."

I can't say anything about people either in terms of being oddly uptight when it comes to someone else's sex affair.

"'When you touch the flames of passion, the last thing that will melt and disappear is yourself. Watch out for fire-shaped humans the second month of the flower season. Good luck if you don't make contact. Thunder-type men will carry luck."

Zozo, who read it out in a pleasant voice, looked at me again with a pleasant face.

"There's a lot of fire shapes, and even if they tell you to be careful,"

"But it says thunder shaped men carry luck, so why don't you give them flowers to thunder shaped people?

"I don't see that!