I Want to Be a Receptionist of The Magic World

"And anyway, Nanalie, I'm gonna serve you with a strange face."

"Nike's back on his feet"

"You can't do that if you're scared, you'll be suspicious the other way around."

It was Nike who was twisting, but I shook my neck vertically that I understood.

It would certainly be more confusing to be serving customers naturally than to be making suspicious moves. Instead, Nike is harder because I don't even know anyone in the Knights that I know.

If we don't get a good look at it again, we shouldn't be able to tell.

More importantly, you can cut Syrah off no matter what she asks, and even if the captain finds out because she has permission, he'll take into account the circumstances.

We slowly pulled over to the wall and settled our feet next to the barrel, which was the waiting area.

"The Knights are here, but they're fine!?

Campbell, who was leading the knights to their seats, approached them quickly worried about Nike, who belonged to the Knights. I'm sorry. I was holding both hands together.

I looked around the store wondering what Benjamin was doing and he didn't show up, so I wonder if he's doing his magic again by washing his hands.

Satanas hasn't come yet.

I could see Nike sighed a little bit at the current state of things that had overlapped.

"Nana or Nike! Would you like to have a drink over here?

I felt a man call me by his name, so I turn to the counter.

"Look, those kids aren't sellers."

"I don't like it - Wella, because I just want you to follow me. All right?"

"I can't help it. Nana! Over here!

Mr. Wella called me, and I rushed to the counter after delivering the sarcastic meat to an earlier customer.

"What is it?

If I asked him what he wanted by name, he would pour alcohol on the man sitting in the counter because the customer wanted the young child to have a drink.

My face is already red and I'm worried that it will be okay to drink any more, but I always feel a little relieved that this person is the one sitting next to him or a regular customer.

This is interpersonal work.

There's no way we can do this with the usual reception work guidelines.

- Chillin.

"Yes, there you are"

Another customer came in, and the door bell rang.

"Is the counter seat empty?

"Huh? Uh, I don't mind."

"Thanks"

I can't recognize anyone who came in because I'm facing the other side, but apparently I got into this counter seat.

"Whoa, I'm overflowing."

"Clothes okay?

The customer overflowed the alcohol a little, so he turned his fingertips and cast a spell to clean the table. It was also on my clothes, so I clean it too.

"You look pretty good. If you're a knight, why don't you go to Dormott's? You won't enjoy having the captain over here. Bye."

"No, I wanted to drink in a beautiful place like this today."

"Oh, are you tired?

"Don't leave for Wall Hernus. You've rubbed it, Captain."

Captain.

Someone's words caught my ear.

"Wall...... oh! Is that it? No, it's like the Knights are leaving, isn't it?

"Well. If it's true, I'd like it to stop itself."

Even if I try to turn my neck towards you, my body is rejecting me and I don't turn inside.

That voice.

This voice.

The voice.

I didn't know I'd finally be able to discern him by my voice alone.

It is a great ability while I am. Maybe it's more amazing than magic.

"Is your brother against holding it?

"Right. I don't think it's very preferable."

Gently look at the glass door on the shelf behind the counter.

If you look there, you can see more or less the faces of the customers in the seats over the vitreous...

I wanted to disappear from here in an instant.

"Why?"

Blonde man.

Did you cut your hair again? It is rarely on your shoulder and the longer one is unchanged but refreshing.

The chest of the knight's clothes only makes you feel a little bit, a little dauntless outfit.

And he's wearing silveredge glasses like one day.

Alwes Rockman.

He was devouring the fried ravioli there.