I Want to Be a Receptionist of The Magic World

Maris Carromines.

She is my former alumni and one of the few friends I still keep in touch with. An aristocratic lady, but we get along better as we work together in student life, and letters arrive once a week. Now I'm up at the castle as Princess Missrina's educator, and I used to happily tell her when I met her that it was a great honor.

Maris like that, but although I did hear she was coming to the castle, I never expected to see her again in this way.

"This is my friend Nanary Hell. Dear Leena, this is the child I've always spoken to."

"You're so cute and beautiful, as Maris told me."

The long blonde hair flushed to her back without any hesitation, the bright white skin illuminated by the sun sparkled like a gem (really sparkling, not a metaphor), the blue eyes lay down tenderly, and the smile directed at me as if, yes, goddess.

I could only bow my head and blush my cheeks when Maris grabbed me by the hand and introduced me as a beauty by a large beauty with a baby called Leena. That's not true. It is the result of the fact that I was putting my thoughts around the glue brain wondering whether it would be nice to speak lightly about your appearance in person when you said that you were many times prettier, and whether it would be rude to deny it.

Losing Maris' quick leg, I was pulled by her as a cheat and taken to a different place than where the group was earlier, and although I had been asked about Maris' long-lasting love bana, which delighted me with a long time's reunion (of course it was about him), this lady came here saying that Maris' friend had become concerned, which led to the present situation.

By the way, the senior abandoned me and went home one foot away.

"I'm sorry. I was wondering who Maris was because she had a friend and it was a rare thing that Maris ran off to."

As I flashed the sleeping baby in my arms, someone like the caretaker beside me tried to change my arms that I would be tired, but no, I was holding it. I thought to myself, the cute thing, and someone named Leena, who turned around and smiled.

"Dear Mother Alwes, to Norwella -"

Are you talking about Lena?

That, maybe.

"Mother, it's hard being held all the time"

Then I call Master Leena Mother, and I gaze at the person who turned her hand around her back.

There's one problem before that.

It would seem like the three of us are talking right now, but there are two more people I know who are here.

And to be precise, those two have come here now, but somehow they called that lady Mother, Aitz, the guy, the character broken, the man of inferiority, the sketchy, yes - that Rockman was here dressed like an aristocrat. I still wear my glasses like some day today.

Whose mother is this? Huh?

Young man, no, it's not your sister or anything. Did you say your mother?

I have been made more conscious by Master Leena, who called me Mother than I have met Rockman here, and it is no longer one color in my head.

He did look older than Maris than I did, but he doesn't look as pretty and old away as I thought he would because he was holding the baby, and Rockman should have had one brother and certainly a brother, so... four? You're having four kids!? Not half!!

Speaking of which, it's like Maris said before that Rockman's mother was pregnant with the fourth or something.

"Maybe you came to the castle today about Wallhernus?

Without questioning me as I remained solidified, another acquaintance, no friend, Prince Xenon, slapped me on the shoulder and asked. What is it that even Prince Zenon will come here? Even if you say that you will come, it is normal to stay because this is probably my home in a place like Prince Zenon's real home. Instead, it's weirder that I'm here, but I can talk to you like that, knowing or not, about why I was here today without even giving that a bite.

When I shook my neck vertically against it, I was immediately encouraged by His Highness to say yes, so it was me who replied in a mood to "I'll do my best" for now.

"Alwes, Xenon, please wait!

Immediately afterwards, I complained with my gaze to Maris that I should no longer return to the appearance of the aristocratic lady who appeared again, but with a harrowing face she came to my ear.

"He's my enemy now."

I can tell you in a very small voice.

Is it not true that a lover is a princess of that country, who wrote so often in letters recently? It was last week's letter that Rockman lamented that he was likely to be taken by this princess in a political marriage. He's a busy guy again, and I was wondering about other people without any more surprise, but I don't know if it would be more interesting to pierce his indifference than being Maris' thinker, but I saw a person who looked like a princess (though I don't know yet).

"Norwella says it's hard after childbirth, so you shouldn't force yourself too much."

"Oh, thank God. Sounds like you got me worried."

Beauty with waves and dark hair. But rather than a beautiful woman, the word cute would fit because her eyes look big and young. The color of the eyes was a clear water color.

I lay my head down when I saw the princess come gracefully with her hands up the hem of the green dress.