I Want to Be a Receptionist of The Magic World

"That's three fried pockel meats."

Fill out the order on the form and fly the paper to Wella, Campbell's mother, who is cooking in the counter.

I put the amount of the item on the wall on my head and added it to the bill.

And when I looked beside him, beside the piece of paper was the sticker of Wallhernus.

There are stickers in every store these days and in the grass-fed wolf store I go to with Zozo.

"Take this!

"Yes!"

The store was busy.

The laughter of a man can be heard from all over, and Mr. Wella's voice can be heard only marginally. It seems to be a male discount day, so it's not impossible to have more men. So far it seemed that no female guests had arrived.

"Money's not good!

"Yes!"

Take the order, carry it, and charge the customer for the wash by magic.

"Phew."

I fixed the long hair wrapped round the back with one hand and put the back hair on the side to my ears.

It's kind of hot.

"Manana, I'll fix your shoulder, just give me a minute!

"Oh, thank you"

Wearing clothes with my shoulders out, I thank Wella, who stands on the cooking table as she asks me to give her the sleeve of clothes that were about to slip off even more.

Embarrassing.

Though I tried wearing Campbell's clothes broken into attacks, I don't think I can get used to them inside.

"Still, you look good in burnt brown."

"Because we were talking about keeping the disguise for once. I didn't exactly change my voice."

Nike and I only change the hair color.

Nike was turning red.

Benjamin was the only one who disguised himself, and he didn't have an ex or a kid if we found out first.

"A woman and a man are naughty. I want Meda to do her best."

"Wella, what's wrong with all the cute kids today? You're finally gonna start doing business over there?

"No, it's not, it's a lot of stuff. It's not for a man, you know, Nana."

Mr. Wella is tying Kurli and his highly habitual blonde hair to one on the side.

Was Campbell like his mother, and Mr. Wella had a gentle, gentle dripping eye as well.

I had the impression that I was going to be a decoy because I was fuzzy again, but that's just how I run a liquor store in this backstreet. It's aggressive and caring for customers and us, and laughing out loud and luxuriously makes for a good chat.

You know Benjamin's love, he's got a prank grin.

"You say Nana? Are you still here tomorrow?

"No, it's just for today. These kids... That's why you drink so much."

Even now when the male customer talked to him, he glanced at the same octagonal teeth as his daughter and spoke with pleasure.

"Just for today? I don't have a ketch - hey Nana -"

"Do you want me to hold that hand?"

"I want to say it!

Mr. Wella slaps off the side with the batin the hand of a man with a good width who has extended his arm toward me.

She was told before the store opened that the front cover she was wearing was a normal one with yellowing, and unlike Campbell, it didn't have pretentious lace, but it was something her daughter had made for her.

From time to time, this store says Wella is the only one making cuts, and when Campbell is on his way home, he says his daughter is helping him, but the basics are only Mr. Wella.

The father seems to be doing a different job, and the store is entirely in the realm of his mother, Mr. Wella.

I just don't like the fact that my place is dirty at all, so I heard that I can't just give up cleaning the store and cleaning the house and make it shiny every day.

It seems that the alpha in motion belongs to his father.

"And so many customers...... Are you sure you're always on your own? Isn't that hard?

Look around the store as you help arrange the dishes on the cooking table.

All the seats were filled with people.

Turning this around alone is not a big deal.

"Nah. I don't usually come and go like this. Thanks to Benjamin, Nike and Nana, it's going to be a big boom today, not a boom."

Campbell tells me that he doesn't want to hire people because he doesn't go as far as prosperity every day, but he also has regular customers, and now he's just good enough to turn it around on his own.

But what do you say is not prosperity in this?

Half the time.

And when I heard that, if we were worried that working here all day would be annoying, Wella shook her head and laughed at Gahaha again.

I can't help but see if you're being careful, but I've decided to do my best not to bother you anyway.

With the Satanists in mind, of course.

"That, what about Meda?

"I went to wash my hands."

Campbell, who brought the food back to the counter, looks for Benjamin, who is supposed to be in the store with Kyoro Kyoro.

I reminded Campbell a while ago that I had been called out to fix it because the magic of transformation was about to be solved.

Meda is Benjamin's middle name, and I'm going to let that pass today. It meant that even though I was in disguise, I would never call it by my real name, even if I was wrong.

Benjamin's disguise was also perfect.

My hair is magically shortened to the top of my shoulder and my hair has changed from red to light peach. Also, my voice has changed to something completely different with a spell called a vocal cord mutation, and even when I'm talking, I can't tell inside that the person is Benjamin.

I haven't put so many hands on it, but my hair and voice just change a lot different.

Speaking of which, when I dived into the masquerade with the Duke, I didn't even change my voice.

It embarrasses me now that it was a coarse disguise.

"Hey, nice to order ~"

"Yes!"

Take the order to the customer who is holding up his hand, and I rush back to the counter again.

"Oh, sorry, Nike."

"Yeah."

"... Nike, what's wrong?

I apologize because my shoulder was hit by a mistake with Nike, who was also taking the order.

But there was something wrong with Nike, and I grabbed her arm.

"To?"

"I'm twitching, 'cause I've always cared more about windows"

Ever since just now.

I was wondering if you cared about Satanas and looked outside, but anyway if Benjamin cares, I can't really wipe the discomfort from looking out the window with Nike looking anxious from earlier, but somewhere shy of correct the chest of my clothes.

I don't know what else to be ashamed of in the more exposed parts than I am, but that was a little different.

"Yeah nothing big......!!

"Nike!?

I called out because I was worried too when I saw that I was worried, but Nike's movements suddenly solidified as he looked out the window unchanged, and I was even more worried about what was going on because he started to lay low on the spot.

Her long red hair covering her back and face as she was lowered without ties, due to her kneeling and leaning over.

"Hey, what's up? Are you sick?

"Nana the newbie, Nana, bring me some booze ~"

"I'm finally here, Meda! Nice to meet you."

We got busy as we approached the night with customers calling out to us about Nike's condition and hearing orders again from afar.

You're back from washing your hands, or Benjamin, who just became a customer favorite, is called.

"Nike, can you stand?

"Yeah, sorry nanary.... I can stand, but outside..."

To Nike's words, I looked out the window as I let her stand.

The windows are beautiful thanks to Campbell's father, with no cloudiness at all.

Even at night, it's bright outside with the lights of the store and street lights beside the road, so you can see the people on the road and the view outside.

In the meantime, in front of the Dormott store.

There, also in front of Delare's shop, we saw a black group.

"Huh."

There was, for some reason, the Knights of the Kingdom.