I Want to Be a Receptionist of The Magic World

"Mr. Hell, I've been working on some new ice magic."

"Is that the magic we were talking about before?

"Yeah, we'll be done in a minute, so watch this."

A glossy long-haired beauty came to the demon reception.

"I'm coming."

From her fingertips sticking out at me, a shrug and thin thread emerge.

It's as thin as a spider's thread.

What's this? When I ask, they say this is an ice thread.

If I turned my fingers in circles, the yarn moved like that, and I drew a beautiful stream line and piled it up on the reception table.

"It's pretty tough, so I can make some clothes with it."

Meditate one eye and sift your fingers in tea.

"It's amazing!

"Mr. Hell's making something, too, isn't he? Let me see it next time."

"I'll call you when I can show you a substitute."

Avoiding her impending face I gave a good thumbs up.

Mr. Vivia Harv, 25.

Mr. Harv is always close to distance. I hear you have a habit of your body going to you more and more when you're talking, but your body is more than enough to be honest with you.

I'm still close enough to have a nose and a nose, but I'm used to this proximity.

"I'm looking forward to it. Oh, this is how you do ice thread spells. Try it."

"Thank you"

"It's nice to have someone to talk to like this. Then I'll go to work."

"Come on in."

Mr. Harv walks out the door rattling his red boot claw tip that he's a favorite.

She is an ice witch. Makes new ice magic and shows it to me every time.

Until recently, I was Mr. Harv, who didn't know my mould, but he seemed to happen to see me using magic at work outside, and he came to the reception desk and talked to me about it with him, which was the beginning of his interaction with her.

We already know who's who, but conversations like "you - you're the same type, I'm the same type" from ourselves are not good conversation cuts at work. If the other person tells you, it's still up to us not to tell you.

There are a few other wizards of ice besides me, and one seniors at a time in Hare in the west and east. They were all women, sometimes talking in dorms.

We often hear that ice magic is made by ourselves because it has fewer spells than other types.

The seniors often show us their well completed magic, so things like the demon's girlfriend were everyday tea meals.

They say it's a different sight from other types of people, but I feel really successful and proud of their appearance in deriving possibilities and making new things.

"Here they come!

"Hello"

The Demon Breaker is coming with a replacement stand.

Now little demon Beck boy.

Beck, more subtly tall than before, glanced at his face from under the reception deck.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hell. Always my son."

"No, you're well again today"

His father, Mr. McCarre, laughs bitterly with that big palm on your head, Beck.

Beck, are you like your father, or when you laughed, you looked just like the wrinkles you could see in your eyes. Though his son's eyes are a little tight-eyed against the drooping father, when his eyes narrow like a three-day moon, it will make everyone snort that he is a boulder parent and son.

He is shaking his shiny black hair and reaching for the reception desk. They're stomping to see the requisition. Though he grew tall, he still seemed to need time to get to this table.

After noon, he cages himself in the library to number books and materials.

"Senior Hell, it's the one on that shelf over there."

"Thank you, China."

Cheena also gave me a name to organize.

"The director seems to want it to work because it stinks of trouble to get in and out all the time."

"Even though you can go back with floating magic?

"If you can't help it, it's ideal for the book to go back on its own."

It's a pretty advanced request, but I have to live up to what I've been entrusted with.

Based on the number you re-pasted on the back cover, me and Cheena narrow their wisdom as they come up with their opinions, but not uh.

I actually enchanted a single book to make them remember where and where the shelves to put them back. But we have to put conditions on it when we put it back. Because if you don't, the book will go back to the shelf on its own right away from your hand.

"Why don't you make sure you can't go back when the book is open?

"Right. But if I close it, it will float... Do you want to use stones or something?

"Yes, so why don't you use it for everyone to try and decide whether to hire or not"

"Okay. Then don't change the order, write the titles of the books one at a time in the lending book, and everyone's names next to them."

When the book is being put out of the shelf, make sure the name appears next to the title entered in the lending book.

You have a spell of exploration on the paper of the number, so if you use it well, you'll know immediately who had it at the time of loss, etc.

Besides, who's bringing it up now, and the fact that the book can't be used now, is one shot at the lending book.

"I've brought the roster of all Hare."

"Thank you. What are you, the director?

"Sounds interesting, try anything. But we're all going to be surprised, so just write down the description. He said. Um, senior."

"Hmm?"

"All by hand?

"Right."

It breaks my bones to write my name by hand on a new book, but I guess I can't use magic unless it's handwritten. So is the magic team, but everything is troublesome and important at first. If that even goes by, the rest is going to be fun, but still, when I see a pile of Hare's roster, I'm going to fall.

But it is also true that it is in a situation like this that it burns.

I prepared my favorite brush and I hand-written it with Cheena.