Mobile Magical Girl Corporation Lulurun: Even If I've Become A Magical Girl, I Will Definitely

“Welcome!”

You could hear lively voices everywhere, the inside of the story is incredibly busy, and the food is being carried out without delay. The “Magilia Dining Hall” is a popular restaurant and bar, loved for many years in the center of the Holy City of Magilia.

And for some reason, Lulurun was among the servers who were working non-stop.

“Welcome!”

“Labor” for the minimum necessary working capital for a company.

This is the shortcut to Cain’s proposed business, where Lulurun can expand her network while serving customers in the dining hall that’s in such a busy, central location.

You could call her the ace of the Magilia Dining Hall, who is serving food to and taking orders from customers while working extremely hard.

Table after table, she receives orders and carries food like the wind.

There is one man who looks at Lulurun with passionate eyes.

“Ah, little Lulurun? She’s so nice, isn’t she, what’s nice about her, you say? There’s only one factor, her smile and her breasts, yes sir, I’m a bachelor who’s been a regular here for 30 years or so, but she’s a once-in-30-years gem, shall I say it again? A once in a 30-year—talent, that smile and those breasts…”

Lulurun stood out enough to make a single, male, 30-year-long regular ramble on that long.

“Hey! Lulurun, bring this to Table 4! When you’re done, go to Table 8 next, don’t slack off!”

And the owner of the Magilia Dining Hall, Balkan, is a merciless ogre of a boss.

It doesn’t matter how much the customers cheer, there is no difference among servers for Balkan.

Contrary to his stubborn appearance, his cooking skills are delicate and guaranteed quality, so these power harassment rants are tolerated.

“Please hurry up with Table 6’s order! It’s running late!” Lulurun said.

“What the hell are you talking about?!” Balkan yelled.

“If you’ve got time to complain, can’t you hurry up and cook it?” Lulurun replied.

Under pressure from Balkan, Lulurun snapped back at him, this dining hall is indistinguishable from a battlefield.

After the lunch rush and things have calmed down a bit, the best customer of the Magilia Dining Hall comes in.

“Welcome ♪ Magilia Dining Hall is ready to serve you ♪!” Lulurun said.

“It’s good to see you looking so well,” said the First of the Order of the Holy Empire, Rhynes von Agrianes.

“Did you come to have a laugh?” Lulurun asked.

“I asked Cain,” Rhynes replied, “I’ve come to see you working hard.”

“Sir Cain told me this is good for making connections, but I wonder if I have time to actually make them?” Lulurun said.

“You can do it, you’re the best in this store, and I’m proud of how well the customers have taken to you,” Rhynes said.

Her incredible handsomeness is dazzling, Lulurun weeps because of it.

“If you would like to dine, please take a seat and wait,” Lulurun said.

“Mr. Balkan, I’ll ask for the First Order’s usual,” Rhynes said.

“Ooh!” Balkan said. “I’ll take care of you, Lady Rhynes! I’ll feed you till your full! Lulurun, you better not be rude to these customers!!”

“Yes, yes,” Lulurun said.

And, as she replied to the hot-headed chef/owner, she noticed a slightly-out-of-place girl besides Rhynes.

“Meow-meow, are you Lulurun?” the bright-faced girl said.

“Meow-meow?” Lulurun asked.