The Guild’s Cheat Receptionist

Holy Reikhand Empire.

"When many gods still existed and were competing for each other's hegemony. Two pillars of God descended on a continent called the Land of Demons, where natural disasters such as volcanic eruptions and storms and numerous demons were spreading.

When Lyle, a masculine god with a pitch-black sword, exercised his power, the natural disaster generally calmed down, and when Haldia, a goddess with a silver sword, exercised his power, the demon stopped moving like a statue.

That is how the two-pillar God who stabilized the continent eventually made one divine son money and entrusted each sword.

The Divine Son is the ancestor of the Holy Reikhand Empire, later Artur Reia '

That's a summary of the mythology transmitted to the Empire, but it's all lies.

The truth is that a two-pillar god who fled because it was a pain in the ass to fight other gods, used each of his powers to escape the good from every dispute, and was just gone forever.

Besides, it can be a drooling story that a goddess is bedridden by a beast god, a goddess is mad and kills two pillars, and a goddess who runs wild is caged and killed by his husband, right?

Well, it's true that the poor wife's children are the ancestors of the Empire.

Generations of emperors have divine factors because they inherit this factor of masculinity.

The sword entrusted to the Divine Son is the divine instrument on which the male goddess and the goddess factor are based, respectively, the pitch-black divine sword Lyle, which has the effect of inhibiting the action of attribute factors and forcing magic, etc., and the silver divine sword Haldia, which is called "timeless”, which delays the surrounding time in reverse of the ridefall I used previously.

The existence of an emperor capable of handling this two-pronged divine sword is the support of the mind for the people, and has become a factor in making them behave arrogantly like Puppeteers.

That was the day before we transferred Mr. Torsti to the branch.

As I was ripe for reception work, I could see Mr. Caron running out the window.

Running straight into the branch, Mr. Caron walked straight to the counter and smiled as usual.

"Ilia, is Frank here?

"Yes, in the office."

"Thanks"

Mr. Caron, who is usually floating, hid his rush behind his usual smile.

Officials, including Mr. Bardo, who felt the difference, silently dropped off Mr. Caron's back as he went up the stairs.

A few minutes after Mr. Caron rushed in.

Mr. Caron, who came down, says that Mr. Frank is calling to his private room.

I was uncomfortable with the fact that it was my room, not the office or the reception room, but I didn't dare to leave Elise with customer service and decided to head to my room.

"Excuse me."

"Ilia, I'm sorry for the rush, but I'm going to head over to Mr. Ektor's. Come with me."

"... awed"

You seem in a hurry, so listen to me later.

Frank, who regained a bit of calm, scratched and explained as he helped prepare himself by taking his jacket or something.

"Reikhand declared war on the surrounding states"

"Declaration of war, is it?

The tie (like) was bent because it was still in a hurry, so when asked while fixing it, Mr. Frank agreed when he finished fixing it.

"At first they've demanded the identity of the guild master of the mercenary guild and the guilder who did the solemnity, but the guild naturally refuses... He induced the good fortune of the people by publicly declaring that the Emperor's son had been killed by an Alliance beast."

"Ha..."

Even when I had previously recognized all sorts of things around the world in [Detection], the Empire was thinking about how to invade other countries, and this time the ship was crossed...... If the purpose of Mr. Torsti's actions was to engage in Puerto Ricanism, it might be the result of begging for water and obtaining booze.

Anything,

"The only proof that the common man can use the artifact of God, the divine artifact, is that the common man is the closest and brightest to God.

Therefore, the common man is the one who should unite the world. '

That seems to be the claim of the universal supremacists.

Well, they're people trying to get through the claims until they harm others, and maybe that's what it is.

Though I thought there would be some movement, I didn't think there would be a war caused by the prince who deserved it and looked into his painful eyes.

... Is it national nature to run around without thinking about the inconvenience around you?

"There used to be some puppetalist vendor Claude caught, right? It doesn't necessarily mean the doctrines don't beep all at once."

"Right......"

If you're going to do something, you should be in touch... [Detect] Let's find out.

But you're not sure you can get rid of bugs properly......

When I hesitated to let my gaze swim, I noticed the door was open.

And from that gap in the door, my eyes met with the blue eyes peeking at me like I was looking at this one.

You noticed my gaze, Mr. Frank looks at the door, too, and the eyes that get the gaze for us both hide in the door.

……

Silent interaction with Mr. Frank.

As he stepped away, I turned to the door.

When I opened the door, one child freaked out his body and stiffened it as it was.

Thin, shiny long golden hair with clear blue eyes reminiscent of an ethereal. My skin is as white as snow, and I'm going to get the impression of a doll because one part at a time is too neat, but my long lashes and slightly tidy cheeks that swing when I sift are wiping it away.

I look like I'm about a year or two old and it's an anomaly in itself that such a child is still alone naked... I wasn't quite there.

"...... hak"

The moment they call me by my name, I turn away from the frightening look until then.

Pfft, and he smiles in full bloom, and he hugs me.

Holding my clothes tight and not letting go was probably a recoil of what I was anxious about, which surprised me that I had transformed.

I'm surprised I can't even accept it myself, but I don't know if you can notice me, or if you can accept me as I am now.

It makes you anxious, doesn't it?

"You've been able to transform properly. Congratulations, Haku"

"Tense...?

"That the child of the Dragon God changes from the figure of a dragon to the figure of a person. It's not weird."

He kneels down, lowers his gaze, and strokes his head as he stares straight at the hack.

I still have soft but decent white scales in my throat, and my ears are just a little pointy at the top tip.

More importantly, [the eyes of God] remained labeled the child of the dragon god.

"Didn't you get...?

"Yeah."

"Haku... it's hard, it doesn't...?

"I won't."

Embracing Haku as he asked me with a crying face, I held him back forcefully.

"Stay...!

I want a moment.

"I'm so glad to hear from you."

"Because I'm not willing to talk about anything extra. Answer what you hear."

I contacted Dragon God (Gene).

It's troublesome to have a conversation, because there was something I really needed to hear.

"Dragon God wants me to tell you how he makes his own child..."

'Oh... you mean Haku. Is it time for the horns to grow?

"Instead of the corners, we've transformed"

Over the piercing, I heard Gene breathing.

After all, they grow faster than normal.

"As long as it takes... Does your appearance look just like yours?

I'd like you to show that predictability elsewhere.

"When we dragon gods give birth to pure children, we first produce nuclei in the womb. You know this, don't you?

"Yes."

The nucleus of the fetus is composed primarily by dragon factors.

Meanwhile, the parent (Gene) dragon factor fades, so he was targeted by the devil when it weakened.

'Just then I was wounded and you recovered. No... maybe we should call it resuscitation already.'

"... is that the time"

During treatment, I supplemented my blood… dragon factor and divine factor, taking into account its effect on the fetus.

That seems to have become the cut that produces the second nucleus in Gene's womb.... which means that all that hak status has grown is also due to factors from me...?

"Good. Haku is the real deal, me and your kid."

I quickly cut up contact with Gene, who said something disgusting, and I headed to the office where Haku was.

"Ah, ma... Ilia!

As soon as I open the door, Haku, who found me, rushes up to me.

My mom is just awkward, so I decided to let her call me Ilia. I might hurt you to say I'm not your mother.

He strokes Haku's head in his arms and bows his head to Mr. Digirre and the others.

"Thank you for watching Haku"

"No. Haku, I was being a good girl, so I didn't have to"

As Mr. Digirre stroked his head, Haku smiled lightly.

For this reason, the clothes generated something as common as the city kids would wear, but at this stage I don't know if Haku is a girl or more than a boy, so I didn't dare choose something that was easy.

"Was this what Ilia was like when she was little?

"Huh? Yeah, well, this is what all the elves look like..."

I had no choice but to return an ambiguous answer to Leah's question, which I had been finishing my return. No, you're aware you're saying something wrong, aren't you?

Because Haku is not an elf.

But if you answer properly, you could be a dragon god child...

"But a hack is a dragon, right? Why do you look like Ilia?"

I said I looked like an elf on purpose, but Cynthia wouldn't guess.

I can't help it. Let's not delude ourselves weirdly, let's delude ourselves as much as we want.

"High-place creatures with high magic powers can become human beings by referring to them as conversions."

"Heh! Haku is such an amazing bearer of magic! Amazing ~"

"Eh heh..."

I don't think he understands it very well, but Haku seemed complimented by Cynthia and looked like he was going to stink.

I was emotional to think that Dragon God (Gene) had a time like this too...... but it was always deluded against his body, and maybe this is what it is.

While I was thinking about that, if you realize it, everyone in the branch is comparing Huck to me.

"Shouldn't Ilia try being a little more honest, too?

Oh, my God. Mr. Darren told me.

You're too shy to run away from Elise. Do you say that?

Huck tilts his neck wondering, not knowing what everyone is talking about.

"Ilia, I cry every once in a while, but you're always stuck, aren't you?

"" "Eh...!?" "

"Hey, Huck..."

Honestly = Follow Haku caught laughing (?), everyone's expression hardens.

He added to the credibility of Haku's words because he didn't get a good word of denial about Haku.

"Ilia, something happened!?"

"Did Mr. Frank do something to you?

"I can always talk to you ~"

"Shall I take your shift?

"Shoulders, I'll rub you..."

It worried me like I was going to fold.

I mean, what does Mr. Claude think of Mr. Frank?

At any rate, they all seem to be saying it for real... I was happy and having a hard time getting a loose face.

"It's okay. It's okay, 'cause I'll say it right if anything happens. Because there's nothing."

While convincing everyone, Haku, the cause, was smiling for some reason and seemed to have a lot of fun.

Where does the declaration of war go?

The day after I had a soothing day thanks to Huck.

Mr. Torsti's stable condition determined his transfer to the branch.

Waiting to be transported by replacing a private room for acceptance, I heard knocking on the door.

"Yes, go ahead"

"Excuse me."

If you thought someone was earlier than planned, you were an apostle.

"Is there something wrong?

"No, there's no problem because the medical team in the arena said they would carry it politely"

Then what? and urging ahead by not inserting his mouth, the Apostle sharpened his gaze with a loose grin.

"What are you going to do this time?"

"Nothing in particular"

To my immediate answer, the Apostle erased his grin.

That said, I don't mean to offend you, but I think you're right to say you're being taken aback.

The apostle, who soon regained it, once again spoke the question.

"May I ask why?"

It's pretty hard to explain my thoughts to people... well I guess.

"I've decided not to get involved in a fight between people."

That's an important self-restraint next to "I'm not going to kill anything”.

That said, disputes that break the rules of society...... fighting in branches is done outside and driven away, and sometimes involved if asked to do so as a branch job.

"... will they affirm the dispute?

"It's a little different from affirmation or denial... I think people fighting is an act to create a better environment. Because I don't think it's going to do anyone any good to get in the way of that."

"Even if the weak were to be abused......?

Whenever I repeat the question in this way, the Apostle's gaze and tone turn into something that tests me.

I don't know what the Apostle expects... but I can't be anything but me, and I just have to answer honestly.

"In history as I know it, no one was ever weak. No one was a winner forever. … I don't want to distort history in any way"

"distorting history, is it"

The Apostle repeated the word, whether he did not understand the concept of the future or did not know how to perceive it.

I nod and show, keep the words coming.

"It's easy for me to intervene and stop the war. But that's just forced in, and it won't solve anything. If I'm no longer a deterrent, it could be worse with the recoil I kept under control until then."

Cheat ability is too influential to change the future that is supposed to happen.... I change it.

I am something that is not inherently possible to this world - nothing but a contradiction.

"... so I'm not going to be personally involved in this matter either"

To my words so tightened, the Apostle took his gaze off of me with his hand on his chin so as to think.

I wondered if he had done so for a while, and the Apostle smiled as usual.

"I understand what the goddess thinks."

"I'm afraid you understand."

Why doesn't the heaviest air improve when we're supposed to be smiling at each other?

Anyway, it's a good opportunity, so I decided to ask the Apostle a question, too.

"I beg your pardon, but is the Evil God irrelevant in the matter of the Empire?

"Yes, I looked into it, but there was no evil god involved in this case"

After affirming his expression unchanged, the Apostle even gave me information.

Next question then.

"So it is the influence of the world tree that has caused an unusually low number of imperial crusade requests in recent years?

"Yes."

I'm sure of it, this guy.

Without demons, the primary industry would never lag outside of nature, and we could conserve our troops and boost our national power.

Doesn't that mean you guys are what you think after all......

"Okay. Thank you."

When you smile and show gratitude, the Apostle also bows his head, receiving only in denomination.

"We are delighted that you have taken the time out of your busy schedule. I'm going back to church."

"It's a hell of a thing. I apologize for the long talk of boredom."

Confirming that he had finished the conversation with such a frigid exchange, the Apostle heads to the door.

The Apostle, who laid his hand on the door knob and stopped his hand just before opening it,

"It's personal."

and look back.

"Does that“ future history ”include your actions in the first place?"

……

"If that assumption is made, the distortion that you cause is no longer a distortion. … we (...) would think so"

After saying what he wanted to say, the Apostle bowed down and left the room.

I wonder if you're not an individual at all, talking about it on a personal basis or something.

Two days after I transferred Mr. Torsti.

The General Manager of the Alliance's Rondville headquarters arrived in Lüneville and forced Mr. Torsti to recover the restorative magic by the multiple mages he brought.

I know you've been competing in quantity because you heard me say recovery was slow, but still, the recovery rate was obviously slow and everyone on the spot was surprised and watchful.

Still, by the time he managed to regain consciousness, he had recovered, and the magic was interrupted where Mr. Torsti had moved.

"Did you wake up"

"This place..."

Mr. Torsti moved his gaze and closed his eyes as he grasped his situation.

When you wake up, you're surrounded by tenacious warriors. If you see a situation, everyone wants to turn a blind eye.

"... as such, do you know what will happen"

"I understand.... No, you'd be right to say that you were made to understand."

"What..."

Reacting to the Director General's words, Ms. Torsti distorts her face to pain in an attempt to wake up her body reflexively.

In contrast, the General Manager threw up a small sigh similar to relief.

It seems that the characteristics of not fully healing are the opposite of convenience because there is some feeling that the General Manager will have him firmly accept the status quo.

"Mr. Torsti.... No, Dear Tris Dir Rhea"

"Become...!?"

"Your father has demanded that the mercenary guild's guild master and perpetrator, the guild member, be offered the status of an animal commissioned by the mercenary guild, for committing and causing to be killed an unjust act of force against you."

Everyone knows that it's pre construction and that it means coming over because it's retaliatory, so naturally the guild will have to reject it.

"As a result of the Alliance's rejection of it, Your Father... Emperor Reikhand has declared war on the Mercenary Alliance and any organization defending it"

"Stupid! hey what the fuck is that!! i haha...... i dont know anything!

"Naturally. Because you were used."

Mr. Torsti covers his mouth with his hands with his eyes open, shaking his body as if frightened.

If my real father decides to die, and he finds out that it was just used as a pretext for war, everyone will be desperate, won't they?

In fact, everyone around the supposed victims of the war looked at him with a complicated look, no need to mock him without pity.

"Orbwight, who is currently engaged, has asked Rondville to take your position and send it to you."

"… I, directly to the Empire"

"If you are killed, it will be difficult to resolve the war early."

Mr. Torsti raised his face once to the direct statement of the Director General, but he leans right over.

The hand that was covering his mouth was lowered, and the dewy look was completely blue.

The lowered left hand was gripping the bracelet on his right wrist and also looked like he was trying to contain the tremor in his hand.

Someone who said it was war because my son was murdered, let's not because my son was alive, right? There's no way I'm saying it.

Even now, the guards are tightened up outside, and it is believed that they will attack us on the way we are sending them. Or definitely coming.

Good and imprisoned, bad and obliterated to reach the country safely.

More importantly, the Alliance is quite concerned about his security, which means that a hostile nation of Orbwhites other than the Empire could move.

"We will do everything in our power to escort you, so we need your help."

Do as the adults say.

It seemed that Mr. Torsti could not even return the words to the inferior words unleashed in an atmosphere where he was not allowed to say whether or not they existed.

I'm so careless, but I felt nostalgic because I was like this when I realized I was dumped too.

"... Tomorrow, I'll ask again. I will refrain from shackling you, but please forgive me for setting up escorts. Now if you'll excuse me."

Following the director of the headquarters who stood up and bowed, the guilders, other than Mr. Frank, me and the watchman in the name of the escort, exited the room.

I don't know what else to do, but Mr. Torsty didn't even try to look at this one when we left.

After the General Manager returned to the Inn and dissolved the other guilders, I spoke to Mr. Frank, who returned to the office, after offering him tea.

"Can I have a moment?"

"Hmm, what's up?

Mr. Frank, who inquires, looked as usual.

It's easy to suggest when I say it's easy to suggest, but I really feel comfortable because the stress I've had is sure to be build-up.

"One thing, I need your permission."