Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

"Huh. Ah."

Alas, you shouldn't.

It would be tough if seniors saw how early it was in the morning and how absent it was at the reception. I need to be refreshed. But the sleepy ones are sleepy. I knew early turns would be tough.

Mostly, it's crazy to open at the same time as a morning bell.... Surely that's the rule set by the brave man a long time ago?

Why did you make such a rule? Thanks to you, this one is very difficult.

Alas, you shouldn't.

It's unbelievable to tell a brave man. People in the Episcopal Church piss me off.

A customer arrived quickly as he was playing the morning blur just inside.

Speaking of so early in the morning, I guess delivery of Kukecott's eggs. Good luck early in the morning.

I can't believe you thought that, but my predictions seemed hazy. There he was,

"- A child?"

He was a sheep child who seemed to have cute curly white hair.

Huh? What's that girl? So cute. I want to hug you.

If you look at the name window, it looks like a slave to the Laseheima Chamber of Commerce. Lourier, huh? What's wrong with being alone early this morning? Can I help you?

"... then, hey."

If I thought so, I don't think I was alone.

The other one, the boy, was with me. Is that kid from Mr. Lazeheima's, too?

"... that?

That boy, he's not equipped with a status tag. What a mess.

But I see. I must have lost my tag, so I came to reissue it. Sure. Then I wouldn't see too many people. I'd like an early morning.

"Welcome to the Adventurer Alliance. Are you sure you want to reissue the tag today?

Eventually, that's what I called the two of them who came in front of the counter, but somehow the boys seem to be staring at me more...?

"Mm, no. Issue, not reissue."

It was the girl who answered me.

Good boy. I'd like to.

All right, all right, if you want to reissue the tag, leave it to your sister. If it's reissued, I've done it a few times -... What!? Did you just say "issue" instead of "reissue"? Does that mean a new issue of the status tag? Oh, no. You sure about that?

I asked him back, but he says it's definitely his first issue.

That's this boy's tag, isn't it? I mean the first tag, right?

Holy crap! He's my Ramias -!!

Shit, and calm down, me. I have to be the perfect receptionist to welcome Ramias - and I'm not. I've never issued a new tag. Let's do it.

"Wait a minute, please!

I ran into the office behind the reception.

"- What's wrong with you? Blood phase."

A senior who was sorting out the paperwork asks, frowning.

"Senior! Ramias!"

"... what?

"Ramias, Ramias is here." I need to issue a tag!

"Who - and you're not Ramias from" Cerea and Ramias "? You know, it's not like you're drooling in the morning because you have the same name as heroin."

Yes. "Cerea and Ramias".

A big love story depicting the love of Adventure King Ramias and the receptionist Cerea who supports it.

A bible of love that gets me drunk once if I'm a woman of the world.

What are you hiding? My name was given to me by this heroine, Cerea.

"It's not a bedtime speech. He really wants me to issue a new tag."

".................. new issue of tags? You're kidding, right?"

That said, the senior sneaks out of the room and peeks at that boy.

"... you really don't have a tag. Where the hell did you grow up in the back of the mountain without a tag until that age? Or has it flown from the central part of the continent...? That's pretty obnoxious."

"Oh, it's not obnoxious!

"I'm flattered enough. Basically, why would you come to the Adventurer Alliance with a new issue of tags? It's usually the Episcopal Church, isn't it?

"Well, that's to be an adventurer like Ramias..."

Seniors put their hands on their chins and think to me.

"... uh-huh. Well, fine. 'Cause I'm gonna go through the process."

"No! I'm Cerea!

You're going to steal my Ramias.

I grab a senior's shoulder and stop.

"... No, you know how the process works?

"-Oh, tell me!

By doing exactly what my senior taught me, I successfully completed my account registration.

Along the way, I was always anxious to never finish equipping the tag, but it seemed like I managed to be okay.

Hmm, you're the heir. It's a letter I've never seen. I wonder if you're from far away after all.

Probably checking your status now, right? Sharp eyes. Kind of scary, but maybe cool. Ugh.

But younger. My Ramias is younger.... maybe not bad. Uh-huh.

With that in mind, the explanation goes perfectly.

Oh, my God. I'm Celear. I do my job perfectly, it's a cool beauty.

"- What does the downside mean?

I hardened to the question that flew from you, my heir to the lid.

Ma, negative!? Negative... Negative... Negative correction to MP...? I don't know what to do. I've never heard of that.

Remember. Remember. I roar with my head in my heart, but I couldn't remember anything I didn't know.

"I'm sorry. I've never heard of a negative correction on the MP..."

Done.

I couldn't believe I couldn't answer Ramias' question. I wasn't Cerea. What a pseudocerea I was.

I'm sorry, Mother. You gave me such a lovely name for it, but I couldn't be a lovely woman like Cerea.

The heir must be scared, too. I lean over unexpectedly, and I can't look up.

"What kind of item is the state?

Ba and face up.

Your chest warms to the tone of your heir like you don't care about anything. You forgive me, Successor. Kind. That's my Ramias.

I'll answer. Of course I'll answer.

I restarted my explanation, unable to contain my feelings of bouncing.

Inheritance from there, you listened to blurring and explaining all the time, but only differently when the level story came out.

Although he seems to be pretending to care nothing, he is slightly frowning and twitching.

Cute. I knew it was a boy, so you'd be interested in being strong.

"I know there are many questions about this for the first time, but let me just explain one last thing that matters."

Okay, here we go.

I'm "Cerea and Ramias" and I would have read this scene over a thousand times. Because I take it personally that love was born in both of us at this moment.

I'm nervous and thirsty. Isn't your face tense?

"The key thing?

"Yes, look at my face"

Selea's dialogue came out of her mouth naturally.

The story similarly stares into the face of your heir. He's staring back at my face too.

Can't you get a fire out of your face? Concerned about such a stupid thing, staring at each other as it was, your heir's eyes opened in surprise at the pretense.

It's like Ramias in the story. I'm happy to follow and laugh at the reaction as it is.

"I see you've seen it. My name is Cerea and I have changed it. - Heh heh. This is how I admired introducing myself."

Not at all.

I admired it so much.

Glad. The dream came true. Thank you, Heir.

Then your heir went home with Lourier when you were able to complete the adventurer registration.

Later that day, seniors were to tease me that I had been nibbling and disgusting all day.