I Want to Be a Receptionist of The Magic World

"They'll eat you!

"I don't like it!

What a black spirit the five spirits have made, they have five powers.

No matter how hard the five spirits worked, they were unlikely to be very hostile to the black spirits who had all the fire, water, earth, thunder and wind power.

"Let's not let the ice go to the eagle tokoro, Krunaraba, and Itsu. It belongs to the eagles Alata Naticara and Naru."

As the five spirits were captured, the ice approached the black spirits, as they were told.

"Ice! No!

"But then the fires..."

"You don't mind! We did this to the ice in confidence! I deserve it!

A fire that was going to be eaten even now shouted at the ice.

Everyone screamed the same way.

I didn't want to be helpful until I met everyone's eyes.

"No, no, don't hit everyone."

"Nani - GUGA!!?

But the ice squeezed all its power and froze its big, black spirits into a cocoon. The Black Spirit with five powers tried to use everything to destroy the force of ice, not the attack of fire, not the attack of water, not the attack of the earth, not the attack of thunder, not the attack of the wind, but the only Black Spirit who did not have that force of ice could not solve it.

Meanwhile, the ice, which used a lot of power, climbed into the sky as it became a sparkling crystal as it cracked into the black spirit.

The Ice Spirit that killed the Black Spirit until it was a snare has lost its body from this world.

The black spirits that were catchy also cracked at the beginning of the pun. And the countless shards of that black spirit slipped like a shooting star through the sky on earth, dropping shards everywhere and disappearing.

The five spirits looked up at the sky, which was no longer red, and cried.

A lot, a lot, I cried.

"I felt the signs of ice disappear"

Some time later, before the spirits, a glowing cloud descended.

"I can't help what I've produced. It's easy to produce, but it's very hard to turn it off completely"

It was God who gave birth to us all.

God forbid, he didn't anger everyone.

Because we all knew that we had already done something irreversible.

"In a few moments, life will be born in this world other than yours. Then share your power with everyone."

"The power?

"Divide?"

God said.

"Black Spirit, no, you can't call that a spirit. From now on, let's call it a monster."

"What?

"The shattered crystals are bound to bud somewhere again. So divide your strength to protect your people."

"But the ice is gone."

"No matter how many more people we have, if we don't have ice, I, we..."

God smiled.

"Now you take care of it."

With the voice of God, a small pale light has fallen into the firehand.

That was so cold, that the firehand was going to go out, that it existed.

Fire knew this similar being.

Once, only once, fire made me want to hold the hand of a certain spirit.

It was so much fun, so happy, and when I wanted to share this feeling with someone, I couldn't wait.

Fire always touched only the wind, thunder and the earth. Because all three spirits don't burn much when they touch them, and they don't harm themselves. The Spirit of the earth had a few burns, but it was still one of the spirits to be touched.

Except for water and ice.

If the fire touches the water, the water will evaporate with Schwarzhwa, and I will be about to extinguish myself.

If the fire touches the ice, the ice melts and weakens itself.

"Ice! That's fun!

'Wow'

But even though I knew that, only then could I really help but want to touch the ice.

The ice wasn't something I had, but the fire made me happy, even though my hands were going to go out.

"Don't let the ice get out of your way."

Fire, I saw the ice in my hand.

That was so small, I hadn't even opened my eyes yet.

Fire, even though it was fire, couldn't stop crying.

"The child is no longer the ice you know, but take care of him"

Then a hundred years later, on earth, animals were born, and the Spirits gave their powers to each of the animals.

And after another hundred years, man was born on earth. The Spirits gave man the same power.

Then the spirits' appearance became more and more transparent.

The ice, which was originally small, was the best way to share power, and it was going to disappear already.

"Ice! I don't like it! Will it disappear again? I don't like it!"

The ground sees the ice and makes me cry.

"Thanks, guys"

"No!

"Even so, among men and men, I remain. Everybody's still here."

Ice laughed.

"That's why I don't miss you. Together again."

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Few ice wizards today.

What is the cause?

There is no way for anyone to know.

(Collection of Creative Stories - Part of Chapter I Excerpt)