I Want to Be a Receptionist of The Magic World

The night goes on.

"Yes, it is."

My poor friend Satanas kept up with a lot of physical activity as far as I can tell here.

You don't want to look freaked out in front of Prince Zenon, but it seems like there's absolutely nothing to realize that's counterproductive.

Not everything can be seen from here, but I'm sure Prince Zenon enjoys watching him. Absolutely must be.

It wasn't bad to expose him to a shrunken figure as much as he did today, because he was always the one who was being teared up.

"By the way, do you have a counterpart for Cupiretto flowers?

"I think to my friends"

"That's lovely."

Asked by the Marquise Hallmarge (who should probably fit because Maris said so), I gently touch the necklace.

Speaking of which, what time is it?

The stars shine in the king's island sky, which is broken by demons and can be seen through the windows that are now back to normal. It won't be midnight, but being in an isolated space like this obscures the feeling of time.

Thanks to the proper mouthfeel of the food, my stomach was satisfied or my stomach never rattled.

Rather than being satisfied with the quantity, it feels like I have a stomach for an excellent dish created by a good cook using excellent ingredients.

Anyway, it was delicious.

That's all I want to tell you.

When I rested my stomach and looked up at the ceiling, I noticed that the painting of the sun that was there when I had just arrived was gradually disappearing. The picture of the moon is clear, but the picture of the sun is thinner.

Awesome, when you grumble small and admire it, is this the first time you've ever seen something like this, Madame, that word in your ear? What a smile they asked me.

She says the painting seems to represent time like a clock, and it's midnight when the sun completely disappears.

I've never seen a picture clock move, but I've never seen anything like it.

I want to take a closer look at the process of the painting disappearing, if possible, without turning a blind eye.

To be honest with you, I've never seen it before, so I want to watch it. My wife laughs joyfully that it's a pretty return.

The aristocratic woman, her child, also laughed at the condition of the lady.

"Hehe, Hell is really fun to watch because he has no shame wow"

Turns out I'm not being praised for it for now.

And no offense to her.

"Dear Hell, may I?"

Dear Hell.

I grope my brain in someone's voice and look back to the voice who says, oh, it's about me.

And I looked back, and there was someone behind me who wasn't like the servant who had cooked for me earlier.

"…………………………… Yes?

I never thought I would be called by a castle servant on such a "like" basis, so my reaction is considerably delayed.

My opponent laughed a little bitterly at my slow reaction, but I'm sorry I didn't notice. As soon as this one drowned her eyebrows, she shook her neck beside her, and was returned with no extermination.

"Um, is that me?

I wasn't even pasting a name tag, but they called me a name.

With my posture better than ever, I ask back to the servant with my index finger pointed at my face for confirmation again.

Maris is next door, too. Mind if I get a call, can I help my friend? He asked me.

"Please come to your seat over there"

Over there? Which way is that?

I gazed and looked in the direction she said.

"... over there"

A servant woman dressed in black lowers her head and hands, if not my mistake, in the direction where there are royalties such as Satanas and Rockman, Prince Zenon and the King.

What's more, even the princess, the first prince, the second prince, the Duke of Rockman and the Chancellor look close to it. I mean, I'm there. I can also see exactly how Satanas' expression remains unchanged in any way. I've always had better eyesight.

"Could it be over there by kings and dukes," he murmured in a small voice, thinking there was no way, "the servant woman smiled and nodded behind expectations.

I'm about to be bonded to my tender eyes, but the place she's telling me to go is not the place where I can be bonded and go with the wheelie.

No, no, no, absolutely crazy. In the 18 years of my life so far, it's funny enough to get into the top three fingers.

Rather the weirdest of the three.

Why should I go there in the first place?

That's where the question arises, but if you look at me shaking my neck in small pieces silently or Maris talks to a servant, apparently the king tells me to come and get me.

What is it again that the king of a country calls in the name of hundreds of millions of its citizens, but also of civilians, people who have never even looked at each other?

"Hell to the king?

"Nanary was called to the king? What can I do for you? I couldn't say hello after all because I was in a mess about the demon."

"Dear Hell, please come this way"

I don't know what you really want me to do, but if I look disgusted here, that's what they'll say around me, so I'll raise my mouth angle and obscure the reaction for now.

Maris, a third party, and noble women are already in trouble because of the situation where their necks are tilted even in person. The Marquis Hallmarge encourages me to put her hand on my shoulder that I will not be afraid.

"It's okay."

"Yes."

I can't be reluctant forever.

I have no choice but to get up from my chair.

Maris supported my body with her hands, fluttering slightly with a bounce.

This is why I don't like high heeled shoes or long hemmed dresses. It's hard to walk, and it's hard to take a sense of parallelism from your body.

But when I thought it was something that Maris had made for me, I got a similar attachment to the will that I had to wear.

"Sorry."

"Be careful."

Not like earlier. I thank her for looking worried, and I am guided by a servant woman, but I follow.

In the seats of the other nobles, laughter was being heard as to whether the conversation was thriving.

A seat that was brought to me by a servant, now the most second-largest and greatest people in this castle would be gathered together.

Zerolite Bal Attelga Dolan, the king of my Dolan, with dark hair very similar to Prince Zenon, with a riddled brow.

Next door is the beautiful queen with white blonde hair, Marte Bar Oldsman Dolan.

"Listen to this young man named Nal Saturners. It was you, my friend, who sent out the magic team."

Before you two lined up, I would not have imagined a few moments ago that I would be sitting in a chair prepared in front of me instead of kneeling.

It seems like a day, no, years ago, when I was bellying.

This seat, lined with noble people in nobility, is too dazzling for my eyes to look directly at. There is a backlight behind each and every one of them.

I just want to get down on my knees and take a peek at it if it's some kind of mistake, such as calling me...... may this situation, which is seen by the royals as a giro, end soon, I just held my hands in my head and prayed for it.

"You may step back"

When the king waved beside me to the servant woman who brought me, she quietly moved away from me and returned to her service.

Wait, sister, don't go.

Not the home of my heart, but her back retreats far away even though it helps a lot just to be there for me.

My hands suddenly began to soften and I let my hands around my lower abdomen calm down for a moment. I can't move.

I'm sorry, Saturners, I'm sorry I made a fool of myself.