I Want to Be a Receptionist of The Magic World

"It's Ebal, there are three of them here."

Place three light brown sheets of paper side by side in front of the man across the street.

"Mr. Five, this is your book reading before bed at home. They say you and your wife, our client, have business to go out on at night, and it feels like babysitting. If you don't have a demon to take over within three days, you'll be on the verge of destroying it."

"Magic has nothing to do with it, do it! Shouldn't you ask someone who specializes in that?!

"Think of it first, Mr. McDee, as getting used to your 'work'. Besides, this request, after your kids fall asleep, they also want you to take a walk on the Carnivore Bumpy. He said the wind wizard is good because it will storm and fly through the sky, and if you'll excuse me at first glance, Mr. McDee seems very kind from what you can see, and I was wondering if the babysitter could do your job with more peace of mind than any other bloody demon."

……

"If you do, I'll make another request for you."

"... No, the"

The demon man slowly raised his gaze, which was pointing down.

"Go away"

Drop off the demon man with a smile.

The season of flowers quickly passed, and I wondered if the season of emptiness had finally arrived. This went immediately again.

In the season of emptiness, he also celebrated his birthday and turned nineteen, but there is no particular part of him that grew up saying this. It is rarer to say to yourself, "You've grown up," which is something I can hardly appreciate on my own anyway. Self-assessment is difficult to get out of the picture.

Director Roctis is going to give me a special allowance with the evaluation as we celebrate the light season once a year, but I'm still excited to know what the evaluation is and what kind of pay I can get.

Please, to the crowd, at least not until you go from the inside to the top. Speaking of demonstrators, is it the Quartz or Kings class?

"Couldn't you have been that client?

"He doesn't listen to anything but his family saying that all five kids are like girls and he's not a young, slightly cool guy. Apart from being cool, I mean, a young man would be good, but there were five tiny ones here during this time. That was awesome already."

"What a mess"

Sister Harris, who was listening to me and the Devil's Exchange on the side, looked at the request with her hands on her mouth.

"As for the first request to become a demon, I was taught it was a good idea from a light one that you could also remember the work flow, okay? Oh, my God. I don't think it's easy to babysit when I say it's light, because the other two requests were really just cleaning or something. According to McDee's self-analysis papers, there's a little sibling downstairs, and he's a reputable, well-looked after brother in the neighborhood."

"Oh, well, that certainly fits, including the face."

"Do you like Sister Harris, too? Oh, that looks so refreshing."

"I'm in the category."

It's been a year since I started working at the Magic Station and I'm entering my second year.

I was the one who made it to the reception of the brilliant demon after being trained at the client reception, but six months early when I started sitting in this seat, my days of knowing with kindness, compassion and guts alone that I shouldn't do it in the end.

And those three new additions to tenderness compassion guts are the harshness in compassion and the hearing loss (though it sounds) that doesn't move no matter what they say.

"I'm saying it's dangerous. I'm not Kings."

"Is it good to say that to a Temeye demon!

"I'm telling you, we're on an equal footing. You know the word" demand "and" supply "? Oh, how could you not know? Well, you used to be such a demon buster. Congratulations."

"The receptionist's got such a nasty temper."

At the reception next door, Mr. Zozo and the demon are rubbing.

Many people are not satisfied or dissatisfied with the recommended request.

Though there are no Kings people at all, that tendency was seen mainly by people who freshly ascended from Ebal and those who wanted to do Kings class work even though they were Kutes, mainly those who were less than the middle sutra.

Sometimes they say you're the bastard, but sometimes they want to say you're the bastard. I can't say that to a boulder that I almost said "oh" instead of sticking it in my throat. I don't mean to say it, but I've done that to myself many times.

Mr. Zozo said that it has reached the realm of God already, or because it feels like something already, no one, including the director, has said anything. The envious glance of how well you said it to her gathers.

"- Phew. I don't know how to say this anymore, but I'm not making fun of you. My client likes my job, and I appreciate it. That's why I need you to get to Kings."

"Oh, my God, suddenly."

The man is shriveled.

"You have enough qualities to be Kings. That said, too much haste is dangerous, and I don't want you in such a hurry here. Can you understand that?

……

Mr. Zozo's special depths, also known as "candy and whip".

Until just now, the Kutes demon, who was breathing to let Kings do his job, fell completely into Mr. Zozo's merciful eyes.

"It's still amazing, Alley."

"I can't exactly imitate it."

"Everyone has their own kindness, so you don't have to imitate it. It's just a hard place to keep track of a demon like that."

It wasn't even in the dossier, our role.

The seniors taught me that it is our job to lead the demonstrators who have no choice but to do so and still don't know the right or left, and that sending them off to work with a firm heart is the most important thing in sitting here.

All of them have survived the array to this day.

Whether I can negotiate peacefully without making weak noises is still a challenge, no, forever.

"Hell, don't ask for this."

A new request will arrive at the reception desk.

"Yes!"

Let's do our best today.