I Want to Be a Receptionist of The Magic World

In the end, I couldn't step on it, but he couldn't step on my foot either, so does that mean a draw?

Now he talks about his work at the counter with Mr. Bell on his face like nothing was going on, but it's not like he was jumping to crush a woman's leg earlier.

Watch Zozo next door try to heal her in order to put her arms together and get her irritated.

But she was looking at me, too. And when I looked at him, he said, "I wonder why you're so arrogant". What is that? But I figured out it wasn't derogatory from the look on her face, so I apologized, not sure for now, but smeared.

I resent myself for forgetting me when I said I was at work again. No offense, but it's time for me to grow up. No, he's an adult now, but I'm sure he's mentally incapable of becoming an adult. I'd like to make some more room in my heart.

But what's standing in front of the bulletin board forever, so Zozo leads me into the counter, but I go in.

They took turns and sat in their seats with two clients only receptionists who said they were going out to work outside because they were a little different on their own but the basics were the same. I was softly wondering if I could just let him sit down, but the two seniors who took turns told me that they were glad he was here, so that worried flew away somewhere. At least they need me, even newcomers like me. I can see from the bulletin board that there is probably a lot of pre-investigation anyway. It comes from their backs that they want time and personnel to create a request as soon as possible.

"Then it looks like my client hasn't even come yet, and while I'm at it, the director asked me to do it, shall we?"

"Right."

I now decide to see the requisition that is accumulating with Mr. Zozo.

As a matter of fact, the director told me that if I had a request that I could turn to HQ, I would choose it. There are more demonstrators and officials in the north, so they can turn it efficiently.

Hand slip the requisition stuck in a plank with clasps with her one at a time to slip her eyes.

The brush has its own, so take it out of the bag that is caught on the belt and prepare it. A brush with a golden pattern, mainly green. It's similar to the pattern in my uniform.

My favorite green brush I bought at this Pelopepene stationery store was the one I bargained and bought in the store as I grabbed my first pay out after starting working at Hare.

Pelopepene is a slightly more expensive stationery shop known in northern towns. For royalty, although not, there are often middle-class upstream nobles in and out. But it wasn't an expensive store, and if I paid well, they would be happy with the dirt. I still remember the face of the store owner's uncle, who greeted me with a smile when I opened the store door with a nervous face. He served customers softly at the waist and told me kindly as I went around the store about what kind of hand and which brush would suit me best. And I didn't do anything to sell it. After you explained it to me, take your time, and call me if anything happens, and gave me time to choose as I please.

There are people in every profession who deserve respect.

Maybe if I hadn't met someone from Hare, I would have gone for a stationery store manager at this moment, so good a store.

When I think about it, I feel like I can forget about the discomfort I had earlier and immerse myself in my work. In this respect, the store is still a good one. Well, the store, or thanks to the store owner?

"At night I hear strange noises pounding walls from the lake. A neighbor fishing during the day said he saw a black shadow in the lake. Maybe it's a demon. The fish are now dead too, so I want you to do something about it '

"A black object like a small round bug can't peel off the walls of the house the last few days. It seems to be getting bigger and bigger every day, and I don't know if it has anything to do with it, but the magic plants in the garden are withering to proportions. I'm not sure if that's the cause again, but my family is not feeling well either, so I'd like to have the black objects on the walls removed first along with clarification of the cause '

"On my way to Steel Mountain, I came across a purple black demon like a wolf. I hurried away, but from then on I can't get to Steel Mountain and I can't pick the mountain vegetables I need. I'd like to ask for an exorcism."

Through his eyes, he leaves what he takes back to headquarters to the right, and what he does not take back to the left.

It's not just my decision, of course, but I'll be sure to check with Mr. Zozo. She also asks me for my opinions, so I am trying to be discreet and smooth.

"Are these three okay with our hare?"

"Right, I think it's good. I don't know about this."

"I think it's a good idea because it's a north stop. Surely there was always a demon near there."

"I'm experienced, so I might as well have her do it."

We are more or less packing our heads with information about demons who are coming to Hare for work.

Of course, there are personal materials for one of the demonstrators, but I couldn't tell if I was looking at them, so I was able to recall what type of work Pa and the person had done with his face and name, as well as the experience. So don't look at the material at all. I'm not offering you a job, I'm asking you to decide on a job in good consultation with the demon breaker.

The exact place where I live in the boulder is untill my head, but I was also trying to recognize to some extent where I might have a residence.

So at the reception dedicated to the demon, the receptionist's sisters organize the information in their heads while introducing them to the work they want and think is best.

So basically, the Hare people have excellent memory.

"This and this will also be fine"

"Right."

Once you start working, the rest is quick. Mr. Zozo goes through the texts and paperwork, and I also read the text carefully from start to finish to reduce the paper, with a slight force.

I like clerical work. I can't tell you how comfortable this paperwork is getting. Because my eyes are tired and I don't use magic, it can be a boring, plain pale task, but it's my job to have this process.

With that focus, the bell attached to the door rings phosphorously, also pointing consciousness toward the door so that when the client comes he can handle it. The doors, which were not as heavily made as the northern hare, were opened with a murky sound, as they were when they stepped on poorly erected wooden floors. It's still not the same sound I hear all the time. Responding to its opening and closing sounds and the sound of the bell, turn your face forward from the bottom.

"Captain"

But I thought I was a client or a demon, and I saw a woman dressed no different than the rockman who came in earlier, and I put my gaze back down again. I can tell she would have gone near the person opposite this one, sounding the cutlets and the back of her shoes.

What, he wasn't alone today?

The Demon Breaker hasn't come yet, and we work quietly again. So, in this magic center, which is not that wide, their conversation was getting in my ear, even if the distance was away.

Because she hears the uninterrupted word, she's been waiting outside for the 1st Platoon, and Rockman doesn't come back inside, so she's cut off the paralysis to see how it goes. I can hear all sorts of other things like just taking the paperwork, going back to the castle as soon as possible, still working, etc., but I consciously decided to put a lid on it because it would just get in the way of putting it in my ear. We have to concentrate. View the requisition I was checking to see how far I would have read it.

Keeping it quiet, I was able to form a request and a shadow over myself.

The lid was on but I was aware that someone should not come, so I know who came.

"Ah, Mr. Hell. Long time no see."

"Mr. Weldy."

A blue-eyed beauty flushed her brown glossy hair down her left shoulder, looking down at me. Like Rockman, he has a robe woven on top of his knight's clothes, and he stands with a look that doesn't even make the heat feel fine dust. Besides, he wears black gloves on his hands and blocks the outside air. The only skin I could see was my face, and I wondered if that was hot on the boulder.

I've been saying hello for a long time. Returning the same words to her, you moved here? I was asked, so I put the request on my desk and told her the situation politely. It hurts to be considered dishonorable, such as "left transition" like Rockman.

"… so it feels like it's part of education, not mobility, etc."

"Really?

Mr. Weldy nods to my story. I was strangely convinced that the way Hare was raised was polite after all, but apart from that story, I started talking about potatoes and public talk, or now I started telling my own story.

I get told all kinds of things at once about where there was some demon before and how I ended up, the restaurant I recently got into, and how nice Rockman was sleeping at work (I don't know what that means), and how I want to make a new knight's outfit.

"Brunel talks a lot about you, so I even remember what you didn't like or liked."

"Are you talking so much?"

"Ah! Speaking of things you like, I don't really like or dislike them, do I? There doesn't seem to be many Captain Alwes either, so I wonder if he feels comfortable."

"Perhaps."

"Speaking of which, during this time, I have a colleague named Drogfia who happens to have a Heavenly Horse -"

I stare at Mr. Weldy, who keeps talking with his bare hands.

……

Is this... time crushing...?

You've been paid by a rock man at work, obviously coming to kill your spare time.

When I first saw her, I thought she looked like a quiet woman who didn't feel the bright temperature, but I can tell you that was a total mistake right now. I couldn't help it because I was judging by the appearance alone, but when I talked about it like this, I found out how keen I was on my job and how interested I was in being a woman of my age and also in sex. Besides, even though it's only the second time I've met him, he talks to me intimately, as if I've met an old friend.

I was also surprised to be preached in person for the first time, but it was honestly exciting to even be told about my personal life like this.

Moderate gavel depression Next to me, Mr. Zozo is listening to her with his arms around the counter. Have you sorted the requisition, it was over until my minute sometime. Apparently, you were even doing my share of things while I was listening to Mr. Weldy. I'm sorry. And it's good now in the morning.

"By the way, Mr. Hell, who do you give flowers to?

"Yes? Flowering?

I listen back to Mr. Weldy's abrupt cut out.

Where is such an element in the current story?

"Nah, nah. I'm asking if you're planning on giving someone flowers."

"Is that what Mr. Weldy gives to someone?

"Me? Of course I am...... huffy"

"To that captain?

I point to someone who I think applies.

"Will you not say that?! That!"

I see the guy still talking to Mr. Bell. I wave to Mr. Weldy that I've done it, stop pointing my fingers at him! and was hobbled with a small voice whispering in the face of momentum.

She dyes her cheeks shyly, hands together and mojimoji.

"Oh, already, even if it's just a lot of colorful women after the captain. Though popular with the hard-line Lord Zenon, it's not only noble, but also kind and true to women like me who are civilians, so I can't help but lose my mind."

"I mean, you're sweet. I just like women. Your Highness is kinder and more truthful."

The prince is more personable, and his appearance is preferable. I mean, I've always preferred to be a prince. Although it is only an intriguing feeling.

"Truth means a lot. You don't know."

He laughs softly and shakes his head.

I'll tell you what, I want to raise my voice and say that your son and Rockman are the same age.

I'm sure there won't be a day in our lives when he's nice. Blah, blah, blah. I don't remember being nice to you (and I don't remember being nice to you), but I do think you're nice to other women. That was egalitarian to everyone and too egalitarian. If you look at it as a woman, treat it as polite as you think it is on the drop, although it is not foresight. But on the other hand, it doesn't live up to anyone's favor, so that's where the women's expectations were weirdly gathered again. Normally, it's something that's going to leave me, but the girl who was shaken up as a student also said, "I'm not engaged yet, and I don't know!" When I was near graduation, it was reopening. A woman in love is hit and strong.

"Such a lady lover loves me only, it's not good."

"It just sounds like a damned woman who likes cheating men"

"Hey Mr. Hell?!

Where are the rude words coming from? That mouth? That mouth? and both cheeks are twisted over the counter. I felt painful with Bunibuni for a while. And the last one was really enjoying stretching out her cheeks, or she was squirming with a mixed nose without complaining.

After being let go, I put my hand on my cheek, which would have turned bright red with a twist, to get cold air. At a time like this, I'm glad it's ice shaped.

"Yeah, but how good would it be if I could pass on love in a garden tower"

"Is it a garden tower..."

"Weldy, I'm coming."

Rockman waves to Mr. Bell and calls Mr. Weldy's name.

She immediately walked away from the counter where I and Mr. Zozo were and went with him to the door without turning around.

"Love is amazing."

"My forefathers say you can't live without human love."

If you think the public discourse just now stopped like a lie. There was no waste in a series of operations until I got to Lockman's. I feel like I lined up next door in less than a second. Awesome.

Is Mr. Weldy's appearance quick because that's the captain's order or because it's Rockman's own word if he's called... Either way, it looks like he admires “Captain, Captain," so I guess it's both of them.

Take her, Lockman opens the door and leaves.

Looking at the closed door, Zozo and I nodded impressively.

"Um... after sorting the paperwork, what should we do?

Ask Zozo what to do next after they leave. My client is still going to come, so I want to do anything I can.

"Oh yeah. So about the area here… look on the map and remember about the land."

Map - map - and she goes to the back of the counter to find the map. She told me to wait a minute, so I stayed alone at the reception. I am anxious to be left alone in a new place, but the director also told me that I would be fine if I kept it as usual, so I decided to wait very calmly. But you can't quite find it behind you. "Map, Pocus! (Come out!)" I heard Zozo casting a spell.

- Lynn.

The door opens and people come in. Next up was me looking at the door thinking I was a demon or a client, but that was what Rockman was supposed to be leaving earlier.

I don't know why you're back, but I'm going straight to this one's reception with the cutlets and shoes ringing. Mr. Bell at the demon reception, Captain? and was calling out to see if I had another errand or something. But Rockman laughs and shakes his head at it.

And when he stood in front of me over the counter, he circled his posture with a ghoul and turned to his face, putting his hand next to his neck. A deep, sharp red glance peered from between her blonde hair.

"Just listen to me for one thing."

They put their faces close to their ears and say so small.

Then, unexpectedly, it was very thin, and the scent was different from the scent of perfume on my nose. Aroma that invites a carefree sleep, like the scent of washed bedding or hot water.

Well, well, that was my favorite smell.

"Oh, I don't like it."

But for now, it's close and uncomfortable, so I grabbed my cheek and pushed it far. I put my thirst into myself for a moment when I was really invited to drowsiness. He's horrible.

I regret something, so I follow my cheeks and start crushing that rockman's beautiful face with gnats.

"... if you don't stop right now, you're gonna look terrible."

"It's nothing good."

However, I was not very satisfied because it did not become the finely crafted surface (such as buzzing) that I thought it would be when I continued or stretched it. If this happens, I'll explore sticking my finger in the hole in my nose.

"Ha... not at all"

But he's not always been hit either.

"Buffoo."

A few seconds after that, I was brilliantly hit back and eagled in the face with one hand. Giti, and I can see my skull screaming. The look on Rockman's face, seen from the gap between his fingers, was both hateful and smiling. I narrowed my eyes like a yarn and, as declared, I was terribly eyed.

"That's it!! Why do I have to listen to you!

Beat his arm wrapped in the sleeve of his knight's clothes over and over again. Then the counter desk also slaps with a bang. Come on, my bones are going to be crushed, and my face is really going to be crushed as it is.

"Just listen to me."

When Rockman grabbed his slapping hand back, he looked at him again. By the way, the face remains grabbed.

... Chickshaw. I decided not to do magic to the murmurs inside the magic station. I regret that, but my arm is no match for him without magic.

I have no choice but to give myself the last resort.

"Wow, I get it, I get it! I'm listening. Get your hands off me! I just said I'm sorry because I was sorry!!

Apologized.

……

"What?"

……

"So what's your face like?"

"Being an ice-shaped witch doesn't answer when asked by a stranger"

After apologizing, he was a rock man who showed a slight gesture of thinking, but eventually starts talking with his hands off his face. It stopped hurting because you shouldn't have loosened the power of your hand instead, but I didn't know you wouldn't trust me like this. Should the boulder praise you instead of Rockman?

"... what?

But I wasn't sure what the story was about.

"Tell me you're a water witch, even if you ask me. And don't tell me you're ice shaped."

"So why?"

Rockman finally takes his hand off me because I showed a good listening attitude.

Remember, I rubbed my forehead and chin trying to get my face done. And a prank smile like a boy, directed at me for throwing up a throw-up dialogue, is sincerely hateful. Don't laugh at me. Don't laugh at me.

"There are countries that crave ice witches. So well, I want you to be careful."

"Ah... could it be that Orkinis one?

Somehow, there was a point.

Reminds me of what Mr. Drogfia and the others used to talk about. That's certainly what he said when he was vigilant about Orkinis trying to gather ice witches to figure out how many ice shaped witches were in the kingdom.

"I've been a little wary again lately, so for once... you're ice shaped. I'm not even dusty to worry about, but the captain tells me to give advice if I see an ice-shaped witch."

"Oh, yeah."

"Then I'll do it. Don't let the paycheck catch you."

"Will they catch you!!

When Rockman said so to me, he waved his hand behind his back and now it's time to leave Hare.

I don't know about Orkinis in detail, but if that's what Rockman says, I guess I've never done it to be careful. I never thought I'd be given advice, but around coming all the way back, he's really on guard. Otherwise, be careful, what can't you say to me?

Speaking of which, could Mr. Zozo have found a map? I can't hear you from earlier. Am I searching silently?

I'll take a look behind. But she grabbed the map in her hand and looked at me with her shoulders side by side with the man in the affairs. Never bothered to come to the reception, but glad I found the map.

"You found that map. Thank you, Mr. Zozo."

"As it were, well. It's cheap."

Come here in the dark, I thanked you, including the meaning, but there was no sign of you coming standing next to a male employee.

The gaze of Mr. Bell and the rest of the staff, if you look around, is also right here. Tilting his neck, wondering what it was, Mr. Zozo finally approached him step by step and step by step and, for some reason, with caution.

"Aren't you guys actually close?

"Not good, sir. Absolutely."

Another weird mistake made and today's day went by.