I Want to Be a Receptionist of The Magic World

"Mrs. Barossa, this lagoon is extraordinary."

"It conveys deliciousness based on the color. You're like a young girl."

"The ones that have matured this are even more exceptional. Besides, I prefer something savory to creepy."

"Well, Mr. Alwes, I'm embarrassed in front of my husband."

And I absolutely just didn't want to be seen full of this nervousness by a rock man with a cool face there and his hands on cooking.

I thought it was something I wouldn't join because I said it was a guard, but Rockman, who is firmly calm there, seems to be having fun talking to the fuzzy lady next door like me and others who aren't even in his eyes.

But that's all right.

If you haven't seen this one, it's convenient, rather you don't have to put it in your eyes for the rest of your life.

Or because someone like your husband across the street is in tears, stop dictating Mrs. Kazuo.

"And I heard you said you wanted to say hello to me, the king, and now you should sit back there."

The place the king urged me to was a seat lined up by Satanas and Rockman.

A bright white tablecloth that makes your eyes ache, laid on a dining table. A thinly rounded golden dish resembling morning dew for a triple, split silver meat sting like a Phoenix claw. A purple liquor that crosses the back of your nose, poured at some point.

Sitting back in the chair provided, I see Satanas sitting next to Ba.

"Satanavas......"

……

You said something extra. [M]

Withdraw your earlier apology.

When did I say I wanted to greet the king directly? Don't lie to me.

Saturners was scratching his nose very hard next to Lockman (also beside me) because he didn't even have the gaze to pierce him.

Normally when I come, you can look me in the eye. What I never do is think I'm a little bad at this situation I set myself up with, or what?

But as far as this attitude was concerned, the offense didn't seem that bad. It looks more like a relief to call me in, too.

Kinds say they call their friends, but that's what happened when they were just here as Rockman's friends.

I applied a hair conditioner all over my hair, I should be bald about that tecateca's silver hair.

"Did you say Nanally Hell? That magic team was brilliant."

"It's an honor to keep you complimented."

If I had lined up my grievances, the king would have called me 'Nanally Hell' before I named him to confirm that I sat down.

I don't have any particular doubts about that, as Saturners may have given my name.

Just being called by the king by his name shivers my jaw more than I thought.

"Alwes has a similar wand, but is it the same thing?

"What do you think? I'm not familiar with magic tools, so I don't know what... Yes"

Gently check the goddess stick on her thigh over the dress with her hands.

But when I clouded my words about Darabudos, oh sorry I didn't notice, the king waved at me, and immediately moved from talking about the magic to talking about a different topic, to talking about the magic formation.

I don't know what it means to be apologized for, but I'm relieved that I don't have to talk to you for now.

"That looks a lot like the exorcism formations that used to be in the magic books shown to educators. You are a very good witch, even though the painting of the formation is complicated, and the magic that activates it to the size of a wand."

I feel itchy about the king's words.

I just put out a formation once, and I never thought I'd be praised so much, and I said I'd never been told by my parents or anyone, such as an excellent witch.

Being praised by people is a pleasure.

And it would be a great honor if it were a king.

But I was kind of uncomfortable because I knew people and enemies better than myself than that.

"And to you... he said he seemed to have taken care of Alwes. Michael tells me."

I was feeling uncomfortable, raising my face to that word of the king.

When it comes to being taken care of about Lockman, it's that in that world full of masks, I was ready to be you, little embarrassed butterfly.

To be honest, it just makes me embarrassed to remember, or that it has become the black history that adorns the number one discotheque in me.

As much as I want to erase it from corner to corner of my memory.

"About Alwes? Father, what is it?"

If bored with a true face, His Royal Highness Prince Arman, said to be the first prince and next king, looked surprised to see his father.

"Could it be to Alwes... that you got hooked on him too?

"No, it's"

You, too, what. also, what.

I've never seen them so close, but His Royal Highness Prince Wang asks me what happened to me too without hesitation if such a thing or anything else matters to them.

That's not why I hooked him up.

I don't even like to imagine myself hooked.

"Oh, my God, it's a joke. Then we won't talk publicly in this place. Witches like you don't seem so easily distracted."

The prince made a joke.

I don't know how to react to that face laughing hahahaha, for now I'll laugh out loud too hahahaha.

What does a witch like you mean?

I laughed so badly since Dr. Bordon showed off his cold daiquiri in the classroom.

"Nanary, don't be so nervous. The joke is my brother's greeting, so I don't even care."

"His Highness Zenon..."

"What a brother, then you're like a non-gentleman I'm a lousy talker"

"Isn't that actually true? I'm engaged and totally..."

"Xenon's got a hard head. Better make it a little softer. I'll rub it."

If you think Prince Xenon, who was also sitting across the street, offered you a help boat, conversations soon began between the brothers.

Thankfully, the subject is off topic again, so shut up and watch where it goes.

But the faces of all were brilliantly neat, so much so that royalty and the decision had to be beautiful faces.

His Royal Highness Prince Wang had burnt brown hair with a slightly thinner pigment than his father, the King, and his face was somewhat closer to that of his mother, the Queen.

The queen has blonde hair close to white, so she looks like she could really mix the two of them up. While Prince Zenon's eyes are as crisp as the King's, His Royal Highness the King can be said to have one characteristic: his eyes are drooping.

"Your brothers are the same. Arman, your brother can't grow up."

"Are you on Zenon's side again? Mithrina."

"Brother Xenon is my ideal husband. Nortis, your brother will never know."

His Royal Highness Nortis, also the second prince, was even more queen-like, and he was the only blonde of the four brothers and sisters. But of the three princes, their hair is shortest and refreshing.

He's in good physical shape, so at first glance, he doesn't have to look like a knight captain either.

"He's also telling Alwes about his ideal husband, but not very mildly. You got that?

"What's wrong with saying you like what you like? Nortis, your brother is just jealous."

"Miss Lina...... Ha... who did it resemble"

Princess Mithrina was the same hue as His Royal Highness King Arman, the two most similar brothers and sisters would have been. The long hair, which will probably even have a waist, is now put together and has a golden crown on its head. Around the clear black eyes of the king's concession, rich eyelashes grew on the edge of the lid without gaps.

I used to brag about when Prince Xenon had no choice but to say that his sister was cute, but I also don't know if he would want to.

My personality seems a little tight or clear, but my sister who will miss me is something extraordinarily cute.

Besides, Rockman's brother, the Duchess, who is wearing royal blood, had never seen it either, but it didn't seem like he was scrupulous no matter how he fell.

"Were you doing that? These kids aren't your toys anymore, are they?!

"Don't be so mad at me."

Meanwhile, as the king spoke concisely about what had happened at that masquerade all the way through, the queen grabbed around the king's arms and was only on the face.

Clear blue eyes stare at the king as he shoots through his face.

Even so, when he said he was talking about Rockman, he never got mixed up in conversation about whether he wasn't even as interested as Dew.

"No, but Nanary Hell, all the humans in Hare like you will be brilliant"

The king changed the subject to distract the queen.

Speaking of kings of nations, the way to escape the wrath of your daughter-in-law is a classic way.

But I wonder why the workplace is finding out when you haven't said you work in Hare.

The king noticed how I was doing when I was closing my eyes, from Mikhail, what a laugh to say. When I saw the Duke of Rockman, he smiled back without saying anything. The noble smile is frigid. I have personal information. As much as I would like to have a small hour of discussion with the King about what is leaking, if I may.

If you didn't have the guts to think that way, I put up my index finger next to Prime Minister Malkin to say so.

"I do say Arquez, was he the deputy commander? He was a real waste of civilian life."

Captain Carlos, 2nd Platoon.

"If only they hadn't had that abominable incident, I'm sure they would."

"Chancellor Malkin"

The Duke of Rockman coughed up with Gohon and crossed the Prime Minister's story. Oh, I'm sorry. The Chancellor frowned sorry, but was there something wrong with it?

It seemed like we were having a normal conversation, but what the Chancellor was about to call an 'abominable case' might not have been a good content.

But I was concerned about the name 'Arquez', which the Chancellor put out in his mouth before that.

Could it be that Mr. Arquez?

I've only given my name, so I'm not sure it's about Mr. Arquez, who's in Hare now, but I'm also convinced that if he had been deputy commander, that knighthood chief would have used his salutation.

Given his age, Mr. Arquez is older than the captain, and if the captain had been on the lower end by then, Tsuji would have fit.

Besides, my ability as a wizard to use magic somehow has been pulled out within the hare, so I didn't seem to be sure that I was just a plain knight.

And a male employee older than Mr. Arquez, Carlos, is also in Hare.

There were rumors that he seemed to be an ex-knight again, too, but if that person was Carlos now saying that the rumor was true.

"I have spoken to the Director, Theodora Roctis, several times. She is also a wise woman. I am truly proud to have such a human being in my kingdom."

"You were chosen as the Hundred Noble Wizards of the Modern Age."

"Malkin, you were certainly one of the hundred selectors. To Loctith, of course?

"No, give me a vote for my neighbor Vestanu's Bolizuri. Roctis was sure he would be chosen."

Let the heavy towns of the country say so, that is our director of locutis.

In the first place, the reason Director Locutis has been so much said began in the old days, about ten years ago, when the murder of a Wizard targeted by a Knights human being, called the 'Black Heavenly Horse (Mavro Pega) Kill', was triggered by the fact that she was the one who worked as a Savior at the time as an official of Hare.

Heavenly Horse is about the magical animals on which the knights are riding, black shows the colour of the knightly clothes, and "black Heavenly Horses" = All in all they called the Knights humans, but now they are recognised as insulting words to the knights because of the brutality of the incident.

This incident I had when I was seven or eight years old could not be taught in detail by anyone, from my parents, from a teacher in a village school building, from an aunt I knew.

I was curious I wanted to know so badly, but as time went on, greed faded and although I still remember there were such incidents, I don't know the important part.

Why did the director, who is not a demon, become the Messiah?

I don't know until I've checked the dossier for more information, but I was certain that he was someone worthy of respect anyway.

"Vestanu will be safe as long as Bolizley is around."

But as they talk about the director, I doubt it.

Despite all that trouble, no one talks about demons as one. As much as the King praised me for my magic, he hasn't touched on any demons that are subject to exorcism.

I guess I'm not talking about getting out in front of such a common man, a civilian, but the way it looked only made me a little uncomfortable.

It's also really unnatural to be eating like this with all that noise in the first place. It's just common sense in me, so maybe it's normal for a royal nobleman...

"Oh, this is a nice necklace."

"This... is the necklace my mother gave me."

The Prime Minister, who was talking to the King, looks at my neck and strokes my moustache.

"I see, my mother. My mother is a good one. No matter how old you are."

"My mother is an archaeologist, but occasionally she buys antiques at work and gives them to me. This is one of them. Now here we are, turning down the Cupiretto flowers and locking them in."

"To someone?

"Yes."

When I said I was going to give it to a friend, I slapped my hand to say yes or no.

"And you have a brilliant hair color. Magically?"

Chancellor Malkin tells me one story after another with an intimate look.

I didn't even have time to be nervous, and it seemed to calm me down step by step when he talked to me like this.

"No. I used to be burnt brown, but this happened with magic when I knew the magic type."

"Oh, they're here sometimes, but people like that are said to be highly magical. You don't have a lot of grounds, but you seem to have better abilities than normal people."

The higher the magic power, the higher the chance of magic success.

It is a substitute that cannot be seen or felt with the eyes, but a good wizard was said to be highly magical.

"What type of parents are you?

"My father is fire. My mother... I don't know."

"Don't you see?

"He said he didn't do the magic of the mark. Because I don't need it, apparently. I don't have a demon, and I have offensive magic, so it's okay."

I don't know my mother's mould. She doesn't want to know the mould if she's not so interested in herself.

I've asked my father if he doesn't want to know, but he wants to know so bad! And I remember my good old middle-aged father bumping his leg.

But after a while, your father is attracted to a mysterious woman... yes, like Mimily, how immersed he was in his world, but if he was happy with it, I had given up saying nothing.

Just because I don't know my mother's shape doesn't interfere with my everyday life.

But the mould is said to be large due to heredity, so my mother thinks maybe it's an ice mould.

"That's not a rare story about being a civilian. However, many archaeologists are highly exploratory, but I think they are special in that regard."

"What type are you?

The Chancellor puts his finger on his glasses and laughs on his cheek.

"Right, I..."

I'm ice shaped, and I'm going to say it dangerously.

Danger. Danger.

...? No, it's not dangerous.

There is a king here, surrounded by people who can also be called heavy towns of the country. I mean, people who know what's going on with us ice wizards. Probably.

"Excuse me, I'm here -... hmm?

Vision distorts gnarly.

Something's wrong with my body..., I'm crazy.

I feel sick, like my head is shaken by Gwangwan and other human hands.

I put my elbow on the table and put my forehead down, like the first time I was drunk.