I Want to Be a Receptionist of The Magic World

"Oops..."

"Payment? I'm still here. Yikes? Me."

I'm sorry to hear that.

After all, I'm not at all impressed.

Disappointed, a man waved, mistaken for accounting.

Rather, it is Rockman who wants you to make the payment and be gone soon.

"Well, Captain, it's been decided to hold Wall Hernus, and I can't help it. Let's have a toast."

Next to him there was a knight who looked like a subordinate, a man with flax hair, but once we had finished our conversation with Mr. Wella, the two of us were toasting lightly over each other.

I didn't know you were coming to the counter by now.

He is a perfectly unchanging man of the air who should go to the deepest part of the shop where the Knights sit.

"Mrs. General, was this always the case with Delarette?

"I've got four cute helpers today, so I'm here to help."

"Ah, you do look cute ~. Dolmot is extra because there are so many bad women instead of fancy..."

The knight sitting next to Rockman was stretching under his nose looking at Benjamin passing too far behind him.

"Is Nana - she has a lover?

"I'm not here."

You're being rude to a woman for not being nice. That man.

But I can talk to you from a customer, so I'll focus on this one for now.

Though not even drunk by Belombellon, the man had reached for his knob tending to lay low while smoking a cigar.

"Oh, shit, I'm not even here. This is it."

"Yes, water please"

"I wish Nana would be here."

"Haha, you're a good joke"

I learned in various relationships that drunken language is best heard basically.

"Nana, have you ever had a girlfriend?

"No, I'm not here"

"Yes!? Not one of you is so different!?

"You're a good joke"

Instead of ever having been born with this, ever having been confessed, I have never been able to have any kind of heterosexuality I like.

I've never felt embarrassed or anything like that about it as a woman, but when it comes to this kind of talk, it's a little difficult.

I'm basically laughing and flushing because I'm not sure how to react, but it kind of made me smile when I thought that both men and women like romance stories.

Benjamin and Saturners can't help but wish they could get back to normal soon.

And I can't help but wish he'd gone home early.

The night is getting late.

Benjamin is also safely returning from the washing of his hands and going to customer service again. He sneaked up on me to ask if Satanas was here yet, but I still can't see him, his shadow or his shape.

I said I'd hang out with you today until I found out the truth, so I'm going to hang out till the end, but I'm surprised Benjamin admitted to looking like Rockman and I'm fine!? I didn't feel alive when I screamed out loud about it.

He was about to see the greatest disgrace of the century.

No, it's the same as being seen like this anymore, but I've never decided not to notice because you don't have to recognize me.

Nike is well avoided the knights, and it was reassuring for the first time that almost two of Campbell and Benjamin were going to customer service in that seat. But sometimes I saw a knight softening her without knowing it was Nike, so I can't seem to stay alert either.

The story goes in a completely different direction and I'm careless, but I was plainly curious how they would react if they found out that was Nike. Nike is cute and beautiful from time to time, but now she is attractive with 20% more.

I've never heard of romance from Nike, so it was me who cared about it there as well.

"Hey, hey. Do you believe in fate?

"Is it fate"

The customer is sitting in his seat, regardless of what he wants you to take advantage of, and he talks to me every time I bring the food back to the counter.

Then my waiting area became natural and inside the counter seat, giving Nike and Benjamin standing beside the barrel a worrying look.

The customer still grabbed me just now, and at the same time as the conversation started, they took my arm over the counter, so I couldn't go anywhere else.

"Statutes you will never escape from before you are born. I think it's fate, not fate, that I met Nana."

"Is it fate"

A customer who talks about something unusual, whether the drunkenness has definitely come around.

Fate is another great story.

Listening to her adult with her arm grabbed, Wella, who once rested her hand in cooking, clasped the man's head with a petin, saying what she was doing to our child at all. Strong. That's the dame in the liquor store.

Eh - it was me trying to talk to a stuffy customer by sticking him on the table and asking if he was okay, but Wella stopped me saying it was okay.

More than that, and she looks at me with a bit of a nigga of delight.

What is wrong with it?

Was it a good thing? I tried to ask,

"Nana, it's nice to meet you over there. He wants you to think about it."

They say and push me on the shoulder.

When I was tilting my neck because they told me over there but I didn't know which customer I was, I squeezed my jaw and was directed to my gaze that it was the knight over there.

"No, uh, no kidding."

"I'm not freaking out like that. Because of this, don't do it. Think you got a help boat out."

What is a help boat?

I would rather tell Mr Wella that instead of being able to help, it is becoming a very unpleasant development.

"Here, come here."

Mr. Wella told me to bring him in front of a guest sitting three chairs away from where he had just been.

If you look down at the table, the skewers of the fried rabbit are placed on the plate in the form of finished food.

……

Wella speaks to me about how cute she is that she can't be so illuminated by me looking all the way down, but I apologized because this attitude is rude beyond being a job.

I'm sure I can't get away from here again, but I regret that he's kind of on the run before his enemies.

"Um, uh... I'll let you in now!

I raised my voice high enough not to be suspicious and reopened it.

A strange face, a strange face.

It doesn't matter.

"You look cute after all. Hey, captain."

As I was pouring from the barrel to the cup prepared for me by Mr. Wella, a customer, a knight man, glanced at me with his knob in his mouth.

Captain.

It sounds disgusting.

It's the second word in the world I don't want to hear, at least for me.

And the best, of course.

"I guess so."

"What? Didn't the captain call you?"

A captain is Alwes Rockman, who sits next to him.

I don't know how many drinks he had, but his complexion is cool.

Will you not take off your glasses? I wear them on my face all the time.

I've seen him call before, but does this man have bad eyesight? The magic of restoring vision does not exist like the magic of producing meat, so only glasses can be relied upon by people with bad eyes.

Well, I don't care if his eyes are good or bad. I don't care as much as the grain of sand.

Besides, he says he called me, but he sends a suspiciously uninteresting gaze as to whether he really did. I didn't want you to call me, but I don't know. Subtly angry.

"But, uh, you follow me."

Unlike Rockman, the knight with flax hair is a little drunk, his face is red and his eyes are tron.

"Hey, you."

As he was chewing down the inner bitter bug, Rockman opened his mouth, not least.

"I heard it's just for today, really?

I'll do a trick to put my lips on the cup, and I'll look up to you.

I am surprised because I have suddenly spoken, but I am aware that it is also a flat attitude because I regret it again.

"Yes, just today. Because it's just a help."

"Heh, help me. Can you drink?

"I think you should be able to drink"

"Yes. But don't let them drink you the other way around. Women are less alert these days, so you should be especially careful with these places. Children in particular."

"Don't worry, I'm not such a devious person"

"Oh well. And you don't look this way at all."

"Haha, I'm not ashamed to point"

"Really? You don't look shy though."

"I'm sure you have bad eyes. I have glasses."

"I'm seeing better than usual. Even this."

"Doesn't it fit?

"You're a child."

Though I said plainly, I was told that I wondered if my gaze was inconsistent.

Stunning bastard.

Isn't it the gentleman who doesn't ask when that happens? I don't know if I'm a social fool or a hua, but I'm a worry-free man. This Ethe gentleman.

"Is this what the captain likes?

"What?"

"I mean, I don't really talk about it at the Dormott's, and I don't laugh."

As the knight sitting next to him puts his jaw in his hand, his sleepy face just now looks at this one as if it were a lie.

This kind of kid.

I guess that refers to me, but maybe this male knight has the same bad eye as Rockman.

Where is rap.

We haven't talked that far, haven't we even laughed?

He's still that drunk, even though he seems rather angry with his face.

"I like you so much too - this girl"

A drunken knight took off his thin-skinned gloves on his hand and extended his arm here. I know you're drunk, but I don't know what the intent of that action is.

I couldn't figure out how to react with receptionist skill, so I glanced back at pushing my arm back with my hand.

-Pasi.

That's why.

"Huh?"

If you think your arms have been stretched from side to side, they grab your wrists.

And I was even more forward if I thought I was pulled, and my torso jumped out of the counter.

The hair that was tied behind me unravels with its recoil.

Grab a wrist, big hands wearing black gloves.

"I'm telling you, kids don't work in places like this."

Turn to the voice Doss heard.

If I followed the source of my arm, Rockman was grasping my wrist with a serene expression that was back to back with his voice.

What did I just say?

Did you mention me as a child again, Koz?

"I'm not a child."

Same age as you, you idiot. And I mumble, but it makes a grumpy voice without words.

There's nothing more humiliating than being made a statement that can be seen below.

"You are a child. My arms, my wrists, they're white and thin, my neck. Look, they're so much like they're about to break."

So quietly I reached out to the part of my mouth and I was gently touched to make sure. Positively, the other person is sitting, so it's in the shape I look down on when I pop up.

My face is close.

My long hair drips forward and mixes with that hateful glossy golden hair.

"... hey, what the hell"

What, what the hell is this guy?

What are you going to do?

I had recognized that she was a woman talkin 'to a woman without prospect, but is she willing to even put a chunk of sugar out of her mouth?

If the women are being hit like this from time to time, they're all awesome. I wonder how you even have the urge to shake this arm up and beat it up.

Mr. Wella would say Gatsun, turning her gaze and asking for help, but she thumbed up that she was flattered when Hugh and I were whistled.

Damn it. She's fooled by this guy's looks, too.

"My fingers are small and luxurious."

If I stay here, they'll eat me, and now they'll take my hand.

And if you think they grabbed your middle finger to flow, keep it on your thinly open lips -.

"Stop. Aah!!

You shameless bastard!!

I'll kick your ass!!

I'm no longer patient, I flutter my arms off my hands and hide them on my back.

A knight sitting next to me has looked at me with his eyes round, but I don't care.

As much as I want to teach you with that body that touching after degrees is worth the crime.

Ku, well, how do I let this zoary sensation get away with it?

The guy at the time is looking at me with calm eyes.

I'm pretty sure I was unnecessarily annoyed.

"Because the next time I do this, I'll sue you! You disgraceful idiot flame!!

"Ho."

"... Ha!!

A devilish, fun red eye that slowly removed the glasses he was wearing and emerged from his sappy raised forehead.

"I told you I'm not a rough guy, but you're a rough guy."

Apparently I do have a detour.