I Want to Be a Receptionist of The Magic World

Somewhere, the feeling of suffering fades.

Without suspicion of me being suddenly grown up, Staedal kept laughing out loud. I thought that was some kind of hearing mistake, but that's not what happened, and I heard voices again.

"I am the first to be born into this world, the one with the power of ice."

The sight of running through my brain with my voice took away my thoughts.

Wide raw.

There were six men and women there weaving their thin clothes.

Everyone is laughing happily, singing and dancing happily.

This, the view with no buildings or anything in the background. To see the clothes they're wearing, I can tell it's not a recent sight here.

The voice I heard named him the first to have the power of ice that was born into the world. Then the power of the ice ancestors is really in me...?

The moment I realized that this might be the scenery of a time when, decades, hundreds or thousands of years ago, there were people called the original ancestors, the shock struck me that it would also be painful to breathe.

But then the scene changed, and now I saw the five of them doing magic or something with each other's hands. Then a small creature appears in the center of the five, like a black dragon, but like a human baby.

(Staedal? Is this an old memory?

Then there was the sight of the five of them taking good care of the baby, but someone taking care of it more than that.

The person was just not in a place to produce a stedal, a woman with white hair.

In the illuminating sunshine, the man who put the ice out of his palm against the cheeks of the little Staedal was the man who would be called the Ice Ancestor in the afterlife.

The place changed again, and it became a scene where people like the ice ancestors and red-haired men were mouthing in the heart of the meadow.

Based on the colour flavors found by magic type, it is believed that red is the beginning of the fire.

And watching it from a distance, a stedal that has grown into an adult body and mind.

Eyes looking at the two, no. The shapes looking at the fire ancestors, not the two, were very scary, and I found that I hated them even without a voice.

Then all that happened was that when Staedal created the demon, he attacked five people.

Steadal was in love with her on ice.

It was probably that odd creature that only he could produce, not for killing purposes or for being mean, but for wanting to show his strength to his ice ancestors.

But still, it didn't mean that she would like Staedal, and at last he got to the point where he would try to kill five other people besides her.

A woman speaks in her head that he would attack the five because of his resentment and cynicism toward the five and his ability to confront them.

'At our own convenience, creating and producing organisms is worth dying for. I was watching it in silence, and I was guilty of the same thing as the other five. That's how I completely froze and destroyed him, shaking all my powers.'

This neighborhood will be the street of a collection of creative stories.

'It is we who are to be judged, yet we have done cruel things'

I breathe wondering if that was an unlimited close story to the real thing, not creation.

'I did the destruction, but it was still not complete. A few years later, the shards scattered across the vast land became creatures who were willing and who did not look like objects of the world'.

What can I say now to Steadal, who has broken his love, resented him, and gone into an outrage to get rid of them all too much? I have no sympathy, but I can make you understand that feeling.

And maybe Staedal just wanted to be like everyone else. That, including his appearance far from that of a human being, he saw himself annoyed by the sense of inferiority in the milestones of the scene.

I can't be what I want to be, I can't blame that feeling, I can't be in love.

But it is not acceptable to behave in such a way as to destroy the world and cause harm to people.

'Then I gave strength to the creatures that were born hundreds of years later, but my soul and power were sunk to the bottom of the sea by her, who would now be called the ancestors of the water, in order to hide me from the demons who tried to take away the power of the ice. To the underwater sea, which will never reach forever, entrust it to Celestialea, king of the sea of the beginning'

As the blood gushes through your body, your hands grasp the stedal.

"What...? You don't have to suck it out to come in on your own! Right, well, you missed me so much, Ice."

"Don't you see you're freezing?"

"This voice - it's ice!

The only voice I should have heard is making it sound like Steadal too. Is it because the consciousness of the Ice Ancestors is going with my magic into the Staedal?

'Ruin. Even if you can't do it forever, this is not your time.'

"Oh, ice! You're circling my body! What a pleasant and comfortable thing to be one with you, hey, ice, why don't you and I rule the world together, all the other creatures in the way should be erased, right, ice."

"Right, shall I turn it off, you two?"

"Oh, what a honor..."

With his exalted voice raised, Staedal was completely icy. No talking, no moving, its body losing its freedom just floating there.

"Ha, ha."

My body was lazy too, as I was sucked alive, but I shook my right hand up and thumbed together with my index finger to make a finger of destruction.

"Nanally."

With a merciful and gentle voice, the Ice Ancestors call my name. Just the sight in my head, and its appearance was never this visible until the end.

"He who beareth the blood of the ice cannot form a son with him who beareth the blood of the fire because of the curse which Staedal put upon him long ago."

"Children can't"

"But the curse, too, has begun to loosen in effect since three thousand years passed."

I can't see him, but the cold air touched him around my forehead.

"Please, get along."

When I said that, I couldn't hear my voice. I close my eyes and squeal my fingers slowly.

Destroyed with the sound of a pattin, the stedal, along with shards of ice, scattered all over the earth like a shooting star.

Out of strength, I fall straight to the ground.

Not a single island floats in the sky. I've never seen anything like it before.