Noel Springfield. You're a punk and you don't belong in our workshop. You're fired.
The guild leader's words left me speechless.
I've been working myself to turn the job around in the midst of obvious understaffing.
I don't know how many consecutive days I'm working now, and I haven't counted anymore since I crossed the triple digits.
An uncanny amount of overtime and no pay at all.
Lowest salaries.
Dead-eyed co-workers who are breaking down and quitting one by one.
Harsh working conditions that seem to condense the worst aspects of the countryside.
The reason I was able to endure this is because there are few jobs in the countryside that allow you to use magic.
I have loved magic since I was a child, and it was my dream to have a job that allowed me to use it.
For me, this mage guild is an important place to work that I never want to lose.
So, I would have worked twice or three times as hard as others to be recognized for it. ......
'Totally. You've worked there for three years and still can only make a crystal ball that anyone can make. I wish you would put yourself in the shoes of the people who hire you as a defective worker.
"I can make the difficult ones, too. Let me do it. I can do it.
You can't do it. There's no way a woman can make a proper grimoire in the first place.
The head of the guild says as he spits.
In the royal capital, women working with magic is becoming more and more common, but the reality is that rural areas are different.
The western region, where I live, is a region where such old-fashioned ideas are strongly rooted.
It's a shame that I even lied about graduating from the prestigious school of magic in the royal capital. It's embarrassing.
I'm not lying. I'm really--
I'm not done. You're a talker, but you're a talker incompetent.
With a lecherous smile, the guild leader said, "You have no talent.
'You have no talent. Give up magic and find another job.
It's hard to live: ......
A few days after being kicked out of the workshop, I stared at the job posting at the employment agency and sighed.
I don't care how bad it is. I want a job where I can use magic.
With that in mind, I began my job search and was confronted with a harsh reality.
In a remote rural town, there were only a handful of jobs where magic could be used.
The old man of the Potions Guild, who asked me to take the job with a little hope, said with an apologetic look on his face, "I'm sorry.
I'm sorry," he said with an apologetic look. The mayor's son has told me that if I hire you, I won't be able to work in this town.
The mayor's son is the head of a mage guild who fired me.
I was completely oblivious to this, but the head of the guild, who had failed to get into the local witchcraft academy in the past, was not happy with me from the start, as a woman who had graduated from a prestigious witchcraft academy.
It's not surprising that they wouldn't let me do anything but chores and simple jobs.
I've heard that he's still using his position to pressure me out of doing magic-related work in the town.
Why bother with that .......
The world is hard to know...... the world is hard to know......!
I decided to put my sorrow, which had no place to go, into eating.
The "Fullness Restaurant" attached to the town's adventurer's guild.
Passing through the goodwill of the battlefield where many gluttonous people gather.
"Good to see you, little girl. What will you have?
A full meal, please.
Oh, okay.
The owner of the restaurant cooking deftly.
Customers at the surrounding tables look at me and say, "Hey, hey, that's a dead girl.
"Hey, hey, you're dead, that girl,
He was like a child ordering a full meal.
Who is a child.
I'm a respectable third-year working adult who has graduated from the Academy of Magic.
It's true that I'm short in stature.
I don't want to be seen as a child, so I put four layers of padding on my chest.
God damn it, I'm going to do whatever the hell I want to do.
I'll show you what I'm talking about: ......!
Twenty minutes later, my customers stared at me in amazement as I ate it all without leaving a speck of dust.
"Bullshit, right: ......
"What kind of stomach do you have, girl? ......
Uh-huh, look at that!
When I was a graduate student, I was the strongest man in the cafeteria gluttony battle, beating a senior man who was the captain of the athletic club.
When it comes to gluttony, I'm confident that no one can beat me.
That's when I felt a little lighter at the reaction of those around me.
A giggle came from behind me.
I knew that soft sound.
You're still the same, aren't you?
That nostalgic voice.
Turning around.
I couldn't stop my cheeks from loosening.
"Luke ......!
"Long time, Noel.
Luke Waldstein.
When I was in graduate school, my best friend was there, who was always there with me.