The Guild’s Cheat Receptionist

Arena.

It is the only place where mercenary guilders and magic guilders are allowed to fight each other, and being a top ranker together in individual and team fights counts as one of the best for them.

It was also a great place to show and recognize its power, especially for those dissatisfied with the Alliance rank where combat abilities are not directly added.

Besides, fighters aren't the only ones who benefit from it.

Of course industrial guilds such as blacksmiths that provide weapons and protective equipment, casting and woodworking that build targets and obstacles, for commercial guilds that sell food and beverages to the audience, the arena must be a golden tree.

It can also be a good source of income for the Alliance Alliance, which will be entrusted with the management, lords who will be the holders of the arena, and visiting audiences will be able to see the bloody, boiling battle from a safe position, which can also be a good stress relief.

It's obvious, but it's not like I didn't have a problem.

The most problematic issue in the arena, which was in the capital of the Kingdom of Orbwight, was the eighty-hundred disturbances by the nobles.

It seems that the underground casino that was taking place with tacit understandings was a good income for the Orbwhite aristocracy, but does not make it good... or that eight hundred were discovered by whistleblowing by a rival faction noble spy. Even if it could not be done publicly, the fact of the eight hundred spreads instantly to the people.

There were quite a few customers down there, but at that point, it wasn't close enough.

The decisive blow was the capture of the guilders at the initiative of the nobility.

The noblemen on the side who revealed the eight hundred tried to make their victory more certain by greeding them to hunt them down even more and obtaining the testimony of those who did the eight hundred.

But you weren't that dumb on the boulder, you couldn't get information on the fighter who supposedly did eight hundred before sending out the detective, and you went on the outrage of capturing someone with a priori regardless of the content of the sin.

The result is a loss of credibility. Rebellion from the Alliance and the non-participation of Alliance members led to the closure of the Orbwhite Arena.

Talking about these arenas is not irrelevant as an employee of the coalition, but the Luneville branch ended up with only other personnel.

"At the general meeting, we were to create an arena in Luneville"

Until Mr. Frank says so.

After the game tournament, a few days went by.

'An anomaly? I wonder if there's anything in particular. You don't even feel something, do you, Shinko?

'Yeah. But you're more sensitive to changes in the air than I am, aren't you?

Silf laughed at the pieces.

Maybe we should call it Sylphide because that figure looks like an equally active girl. But the neutral impression doesn't change whether you look like a man or a woman.

"I don't even have to be complimented by Nee-chan, who's just unwilling."

"Sylph! If you've heard from me earlier, you can't do anything to Shinko."

Norm's intrusion interrupted the conversation, but in the end, Silf doesn't seem to be feeling any change either.

After that, Nina and Elias went home to the Union of Islands Nations so that Silf, who hated Norm's sermon, could rush them back.

By then, the climate around Rondville had returned to a slightly chilly medieval winter.

And it was Mr. Frank who came back to replace them.

"That, Mr. Frank, was he going somewhere?

"Claude, there's no souvenir for you."

"I was careful, Frank. Come on!

"Oh, all right, all right. Cynthia's hungry."

After all, the air in the branch softens when Mr. Frank is around.

Watching that happen, I caught Mr. Frank coming towards me.

"I'm home, Ilia. And Haku."

"Welcome back"

"Pi."

stroking the hack, Mr. Frank, who was indulgent, offered the bag.

Something tells me why my father, who returned from a single assignment in his previous life, passed away. Feels like I'm in a good mood.

I'm afraid I'll be forgotten... or something, right? I'm so loved.

... Not that I don't have a bad feeling about it, but I don't have any problems with what I see in [God's eyes].

"It's a treat made from Gilderport's specialty nuts and mangoes. They've been able to do it lately, so I thought you didn't know either."

"I care for you. It hurts. But more importantly, you came back safely."

"Oh, oh."

I'm upset to see it, Mr. Frank. I was sure.

I'm definitely hiding something.

And, to escape my gaze, Mr. Frank turned to the shift table.

"Is Ilaria going to be receptionist?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to Mr. Ector's. I'll be back in the evening, so come to my room then."

"I'm in awe"

I'm talking about the office room here, not the private room.

Everyone in the staff knows that, so of course they don't work the inferior imagination.

Don't listen to me.

Yes, the staff.

All of a sudden everyone's gaze concentrates on the man who showed up in the office. Nevertheless, only Mr. Frank is surprised to see it for the first time.

To Mr. Frank, who has not been able to grasp the current situation, the man names himself.

"I will be the elder in the fountain, the wedding of Ilia."

"Are you there yet? Please go home."

Jizzy, who hardens without being blocked from speaking or complaining to me one thing.

I really want you to go home soon. Don't interrupt my happy hour.

My wish would never come true, and Jizzi smiles all the time.

"You want me to wait again for years?... Don't say anything imperfect. You're gonna die of loneliness."

I wish I were dead. I wouldn't exactly say... but even if a good old adult claims to look great like a small animal, it just pulls. Nobody likes humans.

And I don't have time to feel jizzy forever, so I turn to Mr. Frank.

"What about dinner?

"Huh? Oh, I'll take it this way. Right...... let's have some curry we ate before we left"

"Okay. I'll make it for tomorrow."

"Ah, only Mr. Frank is sloppy! Me too!"

With what Rachel said, I'm supposed to keep the curry for the number of people. Has what you put out at the snow festival been advertised, our most popular product now while exclusively for the weekend? It seems that it will be sold out by noon.

Since there is no incentive for meals, most employees do not follow the curry.

"Okay. I'll make it for everyone. But only this time, right?

The bitterness that came to my mind as I said it includes guilt.

Curry sells out is a different plan than it was when there was a shortage of inns. Because it limits the amount I build and increases its rare value.

The reason is simple, because the ingredients are scarce.

Skills make it easy to increase it, but you have to delude the supplier's eyes, and most importantly, there are words I said to Persha.

I decided to spread the usefulness of spices for now, and it feels like it would be nice if they became mass-produced at the hands of farmers.

All right, everybody, get back to work.

"" "Yes" "

In Mr. Frank's words, everyone goes back to their places of business.

A jizzy messed with me at the edge of my eyes, but I ignored it as it was and went into reception.

Though the game's tournament is over, some tables have people hitting and pointing at Beechers and Chess. I'm not really behaving well, but I don't do it during meals, so I can't get through.

"Mr. Nadia, please raise your face"

"Shit......"

A blonde beauty, one of the elves who came with a jizzy escort, so powerful that no one in the fountain knows when it comes to Nadia the Fire Bow. Elegant and graceful, there are many girls in there who call her your sister and admire her. Looking from the side, she was like a junior girl who respected her school seniors.

She's bowing her head to me in the middle of a crowdsource.

Minutes that are not heterosexual, even if they are not as low as the dust of the york (?) It's annoying.

"The elder can no longer live without you. Would you reconsider?"

"I refuse"

Mr. Nadia dropped her shoulder disappointingly to my answer, which had no island to tackle.

[Eye of God] shows that the only thing that makes her face look a little palpable is the spiritual one.

"How about a meal? I'll make anything."

"Ugh, um... sorry, let's have it"

Elves are an exclusive species, with a strong sense of vigilance because of the crystal columns they guard and their grievances with other species who come to capture the elves themselves.

I know you're accepting to some extent that the inn and dining room I've prepared, but I still don't think it's possible if you ask me if I can live as I normally do.

So don't strain your stomach with egg rice cooking and a white stew full of vegetables.

... should just be

"..., I ate all this stuff, so that shit jizzy always complains that it tastes yummy...!

"But I'm thinner without Ilaria, too."

"Neither do I!

Pizza, small dragon bags, tight udon, spring rolls, paella...... Soon the stomach of the increasing number of elves will be cleared of the dishes offered from one end.

It was still good until I had it moved to a private room upstairs because it had become so much of a big area.

The elf also drinks wine, so I thought the alcohol would be fine, so I served fruit liquor...... or the cocktail was bad.

"Ilia's not a good match for that jizz!

"" "That's it. That's it!

"I don't like them unless they are like Ilia!? Do your part first, then I'll tell you!!"

"" "That's right!!" "

During the banquet.

One speaks stupidity, and all around him agrees and stands up.

... you were so depressed. Woe to you.

I can tell from their story that I shouldn't have taken care of Jijii.

The rice tastes bad, I'm not handy, can't even kill such enemies instantly, etc. Ilia, Ilia, Ilia...

It was enough to think that they were people who could just not be hostile to me.

As a result, the private rooms are provided with soundproofing measures from the outset, so their stupidity will not be heard by Jizzi.

So don't worry and be foolish. I'll take action, too.

In the evening, where Mr. Frank finished his curry, he had a souvenir treat, Linzertorte, with tea.

I remember Zach Torte with the Torte connection, so I'm going to add it to the menu next time with the improved Linzer Torte. The one with subdued sugar and plenty of raw cream.

I kept thinking about sweet things that way because I was running away from reality.

"... I knew Ilia was against it?

"Yes."

To my immediate answer, Mr. Frank scratches his head like he's in trouble.

His story was about the results of the meeting of the Alliance's General Commander and Branch Chiefs… the construction of an arena.

He went to Mr. Ector's for that negotiation.

"The reason is, is there a deterioration in security?

"There's that too."

"... there's more to it than that?

To Mr. Frank, who frowned, I nod back.

Then, open the plan that was given to you and let me show you a sentence.

"Capture demons and fight participants, but demons attract demons"

"Is that the same increase in demons you were telling Mr. Ektor...?

"No. No. Even with more people and more demons, you don't basically leave your living area."

The exception is when a person approaches or is affected by an increase in magic vegetables or anger. And then enough to be manipulated by demons and evil gods.

"Except when demons are in people's living quarters."

"Really?

"Yes, isotopes… demons of the same race know each other's position and general condition."

It is highly dependent on this function that they can find immature individuals that occur during the reproductive phase.

So what about demons who recognize that isotopes are in an exciting state to attack people?

"Call your people, or"

Like Mr. Frank, who shrugged so much, if anyone has experience fighting demons, they come to that conclusion.

Technically, I would be more right to say that my fellow excited states… come together caught in a destructive impulse on people, but the results are the same, so I don't think there is any need for any particular correction.

"And there's another one."

"... oh. Tell me."

"A demon who stays in a person's living area for a long time mutates his appearance and abilities"

I don't think it's necessary for Mr. Frank to be consolidated, but this information can be quite well known to the upper echelons of countries that have ever captured demons in an attempt to study them.

That said, the cause is at a stage that is supposedly unknown. It has not been clarified that the spitting pixels of a person reinforce intelligence and change into a stature close to that of a person.

"We don't know the extent of the mutation or how long it takes to mutate, so the dangers are unknown"

"Right...... Looks like we're gonna have to deal with that with more security."

It's actually a prototype. I can tell quite a bit by the race, but it's not figured out in any country, so shut up.

It's bad for Mr. Frank for being silent, but if he knew the danger of surrounding the demons, that would be good.

"Nevertheless, I am a one-time receptionist. If that's the guild and the country's decision, I won't argue."

"... it would help if you said so"

That said, Mr. Frank left his body on the couch.

I don't see any physical fatigue. It's probably mental, but I don't think the demonic response is so distracting.

"Was there anything over there?

"Hmm? Oh, no. It's no big deal."

Something seems to have happened.

Well, if you're not gonna tell me.... to the arrowhead I thought, Mr. Frank continued.

"The Luneville branch, which has no ties to the country and has a strong trust from the guilders..."

"... ha. Woe to you."

"Really. I knew you should have come to Ilia."

Ugh. That's why I didn't put it on my mouth and face, Mr. Frank, but I absolutely refuse.

Relations with the country deteriorate because we don't run operations that recognize each other's share, and we buy disapprovals from guilders, mostly because they scratch the Union's advantage.

We categorically reject the planking of ugly jealousy and irresponsible expectations that put our actions on the shelf.