I Want to Be a Receptionist of The Magic World

He seemed to be here today to reveal a new member of the Duke of Rockman's house to his uncle, the King, and his aunt, the Queen, and now he was coming for a walk into this garden to change his mood.

Duchess Norwella Arnold Rockman.

Fearfully, Lady Norwella was a high Duchess who contended for first or second place among the nobles.

"You're a friend of Maris's?

"Yes."

"That's you. I can't believe you even have friends with civilians, hehe."

"His Royal Highness Zenon and Mr. Alwes are friends and alumni. Nothing's wrong, Princess Degnea."

"Uh... oh, yeah. Weren't you crazy and laughing? I just thought I was so jealous of you."

I see the battle of the invisible woman.

I see them punching each other in the cheek with their fists.

The princess is that princess of the Kingdom of Vestanu, whose name is Degnea Purser Vestanu.

He seemed to be studying healing and economics abroad to Dolan, meaning that he stayed in the castle as much as he did here.

"I guess Alwes and Zenon have a lot of friendship, too. I want a lot of friends, too."

"Then I will definitely invite you to the next night club. If you're a princess, you can have a lot of friends."

"Well! To a nightclub at the Duke's? I'd rather go."

They have another six months, and seeing as how they are having a pleasant conversation with Prince Xenon and Rockman, they seem to blend into this castle a lot. I suppose you're trying to tell me that Maris isn't kidding, coming at me with a face that looks a little diagonal and chewed up the bitter bug.

Well, I know you don't feel like it.

It's unclear how the story of what makes a political marriage came out, but I also talked in my letter about noisy things like whether I might eventually make it even a fait accompli, so let's keep a quiet eye on this place as a friend.

"Look, Maris, don't look so disgusting. Suppose you're an educator."

"No, Your Highness, I don't look like that."

Feel the mood of Maris, or Prince Xenon is secretly comforted.

Still, it doesn't matter what you think of me lining up next to you on this occasion right now, in front of both the princess and His Highness.

Today I came to the castle as a matter of consistency, so I have to get back to Hare and make a report, and my senior will be doing it for me, but I have to go, too.

Half a step back with Jiriziri and away from the wheel, Master Leena came to me again to see if she noticed it.

"Mr. Hell, have you ever touched a baby?

"Huh?"

Little baby.

Dear Leena, no. I look at the child sleeping in Norwella's arms and I remember the little children who were in the village. We all felt like family, and although I was not the brother, there was a lot of noise about being taken care of and vice versa. But speaking of which, I've never taken care of a baby. I played with some grown kids, but the babies were relatively often watched by their mothers in the house, and most of the time they played with the babies because they couldn't handle the kids down there with their hands full.

I'll be honest with you.

I wish someone had given birth within me, but I don't see my cousin's brother for the time being because he just seems to be able to have kids or still get married.

"Want to hold it?

"Huh?

I had a very weird voice.

No, 'cause it's like they said something about maybe holding it now.

He says he hasn't had that experience, and his neck hasn't sat much, and he has to go home early, and he shakes his neck with a bump because he absolutely can't.

Yet gradually he packed the distance with the baby in his arms, and finally he put the baby on my arm, "Here's his head, here's his arm". There are similar parts of Rockman where we don't listen a little bit with this kind of forcefulness.

Totally awe-inspiring - Wow, tiny. What is this? I'm not an angel. I'm alive. Wow, I'm moving. My hands are tiny. This is human.

"Don't accidentally drop it. He's my dear brother."

"Whoa, I won't drop it."

With all due respect and emotion, Rockman looked at me as I held the baby seriously in my arms, shaking her eyes strangely red from the edge of silver. I haven't seen him since the tavern, but what's wrong with him? He's laughing.

Concentrating solely on the baby as a muscle, he stood in front of me sometime earlier even though he was next to Master Norwella. I looked up because I had a shadow, but when I looked at it approximately, they said it was dangerous and I panicked and looked back at the baby.

I don't know how to solve it.

Still, it doesn't make a difference that the baby is cute, so I look in my arms as I think about returning the baby to Lady Norwella after a few more seconds.

Warm and small.

The soft hair of thin gold is conceded by the mother, and the whole brown eyes are conceded by the father. The skin color looks bright white to all of the family, so I guess this child will grow bright white as well.

And then my crisp eyes looked at me.

Cute.

"Awesome, cute"

"Don't push me. Hold me. I can't wait to be frozen."

Rockman bends over and glances at the baby.

Brother, I know you're worried with your heart, but I just don't do that. You're rude.

"I won't freeze you."

"I'm scared. Oh, I held hands. I wonder if you're afraid of this sister."

"I'm not scared."

"Okay, okay, put your finger on your mouth and you'll shave. Here."

"hehe. Really cute"

"That's cute."

Baby shaking Rockman's fingertips. Surprisingly, you're my brother's idiot, and you're so cute, you make me look at you with a flutter on your face. I've never seen a face like this so I'm a little confused, but when I saw the baby in my arm I thought that if she was so cute, I'd be convinced that she'd break her disgusting face for the last 10,000 years.

"You're going to take part in running Wall Hernus?

"Yes, but"

"I guess it's safer to stay where you can see it"

"What does that mean? I mean, you're gonna show up, right?

"Well."

It has a puffy cheek with an index finger.

Uh, the baby was chasing Rockman's fingers with his eyes.

"I'm sorry, but you'll get Hare to win."

"I'm sorry, but I guess I can't do that. We'll do whatever we want."

"Well, look at it now, because it's just a little bitchy."

"I don't know what you're talking about when you're not leaving."

Oh, my baby just laughed.

The smiling face looks just like Norwella. Angel.

"This sister's face is frightening. Sounds like a demon, doesn't it?

"You're not frightened - this one's more frightened, right?"

"Huh?

is just the two of us. Somehow when we're in the condition of abandoning the baby, we say, "Hey, you!" and the princess came nearby and stretched out her arms.

"Let me hold you. Lady Norwella, may I?

"Huh? Yeah, go ahead. It's an honor to be held by a princess."

When I gently transfer the baby to the princess's arm, I cry as soon as I can. The baby won't stop crying even if she thinks it will subside. A caregiver tells me that I just gave her milk and I just changed it downstairs.

"Stop crying!"

The princess struggled to stop crying, singing songs, shaking them all, and finally putting on the seriously weird face that was in the princess. That was already hard work.

Good luck in my heart. I backed up with the princess, but the next moment the baby cried again, so much light struck us that we closed our eyes.

"What is it!? What's that..."

It was a moment.

Step aside from the hand that was covered in his eyes, Master Leena is also kicking his eyes and Prince Zenon has instructed the guards who were nearby to check the area. The baby is still crying and the princess keeps flailing, distracted by the glow. Maris said, "Master Alwes?" I was looking for Rockman.

I sure don't see him.

"Master Alwes?

Maris looks at me and says so.

"Huh?"

I feel like I'm holding hands with someone.

When I looked at the person at the end of his right hand, there was a little blonde boy there.

Well, who is this?