The Struggle of Returning to The Other World

Magic Institute.

It must sound suspicious and is actually a really suspicious place.

It can also be described as a mystery spot of different colours within the royal palace. First of all, the average person stays away.

I only came to say hello once during my witchcraft.

What are you doing, literally, is doing magic research.

Though connected by a crossing corridor to the main unit of the royal palace, it possesses an almost independent building in a whole magic lab. I remember that there were several other institutions within the royal palace, but it would be about here and the church that are given the building individually.

In this world, witchcraft is barely in circulation.

Even every day at the fixer I'm spending right now, the magic was hardly used.

The only thing is, is that magic shards are used in the lighting and kitchen firepower, and in the cooler instead of the refrigerator? Because this is not a substitute for everyone to be free to treat. It is the first demonic prop that is allowed to apply, obtain permission, and use.

That was partly because the country was "surrounding” witchcraft.

The truth is, that's what fantasy movies do, like calling storms, lightning down and bouncing flames, if you use magic, you can do it. Closer to home, there seems to be a lot of convenient and lovely magic that carries heavy objects.

The State strictly prohibits the use of such sorcery against the general public.

That's all, it seems that magic is a pain in the ass and a threat.

I am studying such things day and night.

As a royal palace, you can't treat it properly, but you can't treat it generously either. That's the subtle place of distance.

I wonder what the hell it is to go there and sell lunch.

In detail, the lab staff here say they tend to indulge in their work without taking a meal to Locke because of so much research zeal. Some people won't even drink water until they fall if left alone, so if there's a vendor that delivers the meal, it's just fine.

Hmm, the researcher seems to have a lot of maniacal and stoic races in all parts of the world.

I appreciate the fact that the lunch sales business is expanding, but it's impossible to make more than it is now because the maker is just your husband and your father. For this reason, every other day, we were to visit the training grounds and the Institute of Magic.

Because of that circumstance, the royal palace side also gave me a lot of preference, and the empty boxes of lunch boxes are collected by all the royal palace servants and returned to the restaurant every day.

Nonetheless, business expansion.

...... yeah.

... All right. Alright!!!

When I first heard this news, I accidentally made a gutsy pose by myself.

I was secretly worried about what was going on because I couldn't create a foothold to go back to the original world every day when I went to and from the diner and the training ground.

But I did, it's finally a step forward.

The Institute of Sorcery is an institution located quite close to the core among the royal palaces. Hopefully, we can expect further steps up!

Truth be told, I personally don't like the one called Mage, but not if I'm saying I like or dislike it now. Besides, the "sorcerer”, the person of the day who planted the evil impression on me, is one of the deepest members of the royal palace, so I wouldn't even see him if I were normal.

Yeah, starting tomorrow, we'll do our best.

Sell your lunches, sell them, and give them back to the fixer.

And let him take his chances for his return.

"Halka, are you going to deliver your lunch to the magic lab tomorrow?

"It is. I feel a little scared, but I look forward to it."

"Eh, are you sure you're okay? I'm worried."

Night.

In my room, in the middle of a sorority with my new part-time Senna.

Even when it comes to sororities, though I'm just brewing tea and drinking. Unlike me, Senna goes to the store from home, so she'll be home soon after work. But sometimes I just ask you to hang out with the story for a little while, like tonight.

Senna is a very good person, a superwoman who quickly remembered the store's work.

She is a crisp beauty, has a good air (vibe), and the customers of the store have an excellent reputation. She herself, even this fixer with a high rate of old men, is unwilling to break it with everyone.

We only worked together for a few days and I totally liked Mr. Senna.

"Sorcerers seem to be a lot of different people. I think it's enough to sell it on the training grounds."

Well, they won't take it and eat it.

I answered that with a bitter smile. But I also know how Senna feels.

Everyone in this country has the same scary image of a sorcerer.

"Oh, but a little, I envy you"

"Envious?"

"Doesn't going in and out of the royal palace mean there's a chance you'll see Master Noel, too?

As soon as she did, Ms. Senna sparkled her eyes.

The look and contents are somewhat of a masculine and dry image of Senna, but there's actually something pretty meeher and maiden chick about it. He also became a total fan of Noel since he saw him at the previous festival parade.

Noel......, Noel hey......

"No, I don't think you can ever. Because I'm a man on a cloud. In the first place, it wouldn't have anything to do with the Institute of Magic."

Maybe, but if you get a little lost in the royal palace,

"Even so, before I met Noel, I just got stuck with the guards."

"Uh, just a glance, I'd like to see Master Noel again. Wow"

Even if I want to put it in my mouth, I can never put it in my mouth. Please put a line in my mouth easily.

Well, I snuck away for tea, keeping it sneaky in my heart alone.