I Want to Be a Receptionist of The Magic World

Lately, there have been haunted bugs and demons have accepted similar requests before. Haunted bugs are ghostly creatures whose bodies are white and transparent in the elliptical system and yet their hearts and organs are invisible nonetheless.

It is about the size of an adult man's leg.

There were times when haunted worms appeared as well as demons, and there were many reports of mass outbreaks at the beginning of the season of light.

It's surprisingly laborious to get rid of it. My skin rashes when I touch it with my hands, so I mostly manipulate it with a spreading spell or use floating magic to pull it out of the attic or grass where it resides. And I burn it with a flame spell and so on. I dispose of it, but haunted bugs have their best balls, so I don't have to find them to stop breeding forever.

There are also instances where people who are not creatures that directly harm people, but if they gush too much, they take the vitality around them, or they come out sick or ill. The detailed causes have not been elucidated, but they are definitely pest-like in that respect.

One or two of them could be managed by the average person, but when it became massive, and when it came to searching for the best balls, there was not much to rely on the demon.

"But this is what the kingdom pays for, isn't it?

A fuzzy, demon-buster with a Mojamoja beard around his mouth is looking down at the request and stroking his belly. If I took the paper in the middle of the three requisitions placed on the reception desk, I would have kept my face close to it and read the text carefully.

The man carries a great sword.

People who deal with swords are like Darabudos I have, often fighting with magic lodged in swords.

"I can't seem to crack a knight there, and gradually there are more and more cases from the kingdom asking for demons."

"Ho. It's good to have more work!

Then I'll just go.

That being said, the man finished signing the requisition and stepped out the door rocking his poyo poyo and stomach.

The same goes for demon requests, but there have been more requests from the kingdom to reward demons than before.

The demons seem happy that more work has been done, and the civilian population often receives reassuring voices that they are helpful, but subtly, there have been more projects in which the director wrinkles between the brows with only a slight increase in the amount of demons or prolonged anomalies.

Even those of us who do not realize that, of course, let alone the upper echelons of the kingdom, including the Knights, will not.

"How many cases is this?

"This is the fifteenth one."

When I saw the pussy demon leave, the director, who rarely worked in paperwork behind me, asked.

I usually work in the director's office, so I feel fresh.

"So you're done first."

"Is it about three today alone?

"I've done two of them, so five of them."

Sister Harris moves her hands to teach me.

There were fifteen requests regarding the aunt worm, so it was the last one that the demon had just received for me.

A piece of paper flew out of the client reception with Mr. Zozo and Cheena as they laughed face-to-face at the reception desk temporarily put on by people, the director and sister Harris. When I grab it with one hand and turn my face towards the two of them, I'm laughing bitterly.

When I slipped my eyes on the paper I thought it might be possible, it was the request for guidance.

"... you've got one more."

"... Yes"

The requisition in hand is related to the aubergine bug.

I often recommend requests or requests for preferences that basically suit the demon who came to Hare, but when it comes to urgent items or requests that I want to have handled first, I have to start selling to the demon here.

When I put in sales, most of them would take it on, but my requests for exterminator insect control were not as expensive as I thought, but rather cheap, so I was often reluctant.

I don't know why there's no point in cutting precious work hours for cheap rewards, so I have guts by the time I find a demon to take it on really quickly.

"Motherfucker."

"Well, well, sister."

Sister Harris quickly removes her favorite glasses. And pass it on! and he was throwing it on the floor sounding good. I lay it down.

The material of her glasses is made of a special alloy, whether trampled by a giant, burned by flames or shot by lightning, or broken by a muscular mukimuki human, it is not as if it were frightening.

"It doesn't hit things. I don't do that at the reception. Harris?"

"Ahhh."

Yesterday she was sporadically disgusted by the demon about her aunt worm. Even I, who was next door with citations, baba, etc., was vomiting words that I wouldn't listen to.

There were other demonstrators there. So I was paying them back with as beautiful a word as I could, but after the demonstrators I was around were gone, I said, "What do you look like? Tell me after you do something!" This was knocking my glasses on the floor again. Even then, the director slapped her on the brain to make her reflect, even as he called it a glasses revenge. It's absurd.

There are some places where I wonder if it would be good to treat her glasses that way, but if that would protect her mind. By the way, I hear that these glasses were given from the water produced. I say in view of his personality, but was Gignestainello anticipating this?

It's crisp and crisp! How dare the director rub my shoulder and Sister Harris's shoulder, holding the brush I had placed at the reception desk and going back to the back seat.