I Want to Be a Receptionist of The Magic World

"I don't know what to say to you when I first met you."

I looked at the woman who said so with my eyes patchy.

"Um... you, who do you know the captain to hear those words?

I think I blinked about a hundred times a second.

Thanks to that, I had a muscle on my brow and it was pimply.

"You shouldn't know who you are or who you work for in Hare."

Brown hair stretched out to the seemingly good chest of the finger street can be sappily flushed from the back to the left shoulder to tilt the neck.

What was the faceless look earlier was looked at with a strange look.

Her hair dripping beside her cheeks in her ears, her robe and beautiful neck muscles hidden by her hair dew.

You're beautiful, after all. Think about this guy, and the smell of a dick,

"No, it's..."

... gokun, and swallow the saliva.

Maybe not. Maybe I'm being watched by this woman right now.

Turning to Rockman, he looked at me with an extra look on his face that didn't even stop him from caring about my face like that.

I'm not looking. I'm watching.

I'm angrier than I would normally see.

I decided to put my standing hand back on my lap and stare at him instead of a woman for now. I don't have the courage to cut the mensch on women. I'm from the Knights, and to the first person I met.

The black ventilated feathers circling in the ceiling were ringing tiny.

"Hey, hey, you. What is it? Nanary, you don't give a shit, do you?

That's what Zozo, who was next door, pulls my shoulder in front of a strangely intimidating beauty.

You were worried about me, and he seemed to have asked me about the opportunity to come in beside you earlier. It is only bothering her.

"Mr. Zozo."

No, I try to say it's because it's my carelessness, but to Mr. Zozo's words, my shoulders bounce because a brown-haired woman has been banging me on the counter.

Mr. Zozo jumped freaking out, too.

I don't know, is something wrong?

"I didn't tell you. I'm talking to her."

A beautiful face in the corner is only as rare as biting a bitter bug. I'd rather laugh than look like that because I'm beautiful.

Or your father said that the girl is the cutest thing to smile at no matter how old she is.

But it was a mystery that the mother who heard that was threatening your father for some reason, I guess she wasn't saying that to anyone.

"This is Hare! It doesn't matter who it is or who it is on this occasion."

"You can give it up. Is Hare a place full of rude people?

"The Knights aren't much better, either."

Does this guy like Rockman?

I blush under my eyes if I think I've done the trick of staring sideways at him from time to time.

The appearance was reminiscent of the noble ladies surrounding him.

When I think about it again, I feel like a lot of people are pretty daring to favor him. Maris, my classmates. If you put it in one lump sum, that's it, but from me who've fought them unintentionally like that, maybe I can't help but see it that way.

"Wait, wait! It's not good to make a scene here."

Nike, who was eating, stands out of his chair and puts his hand between Mr. Zozo and her.

"Yeah Nike, Me"

"Yeah, nanaries are good."

I'm sorry, Nanary, and I'm sorry for the look on your face, but I'm sorry about this one because it's originally like I caused it.

I heard Nike pounding his tongue when Nanally got involved... but I still sank.

I've made a scene, and if you look around you shifting your gaze from them that the director might be mad at you, the director and the team leader look at this one with a funny looking fun face.

... Well, why such an exciting look?

We had been hanging out until just now in the first place, and now we're talking like we're friends and what the hell kind of change of heart... Especially the Director.

The knights are looking at this one and talking to Kosokoso as they look at their nearby companions, Prince Zenon is looking at Rockman like he's going to watch one day, and there was no sign of him coming this way like Nike.

The demon ladies look at this side and turn to see what's going on, but I can tell they're turning red by looking at Rockman because he's turning his cheeks one after the other.

He said they could only see the sides because he was looking at this side, but what kind of sight did he see to dye his cheeks so easily? Keep a little more self-control.

"'Cause Brunel, I can't believe you could slap a light mouth towards the captain, like your Highness or the Knights Commander."

"You better calm down. When it comes to the captain, the habit of being cute has to be fixed. Can I be transferred?

"'Cause even I'm like this..."

Nike that beats a woman on the shoulder and forgives her.

Uhm...... but.

Sure, I'm at work now, and even though it's only working time, and I wasn't a user who came to the reception, I tried not to pinch all that personal feelings, but I talked rough.

No matter how jizzy and impending the impending momentum you hear about the rare things, and they cut you, if they poke you there, I wouldn't even have the sound of a gu.

But I don't care who you ask.

You mean he's the captain? Is it?

You mean the Duke's son? Is it?

So you're saying it's the Marquis of Cheese Fondue? Is it? (* I'm Marquis Fodulli)

I don't know why I'm thinking about it anymore.

Such a messy guy, he is my enemy just because he exists.

When I leaned slightly, my watery hair dripped to my chest with a tingle. White uniforms go hand in hand or out of place, I'm cool colored, I don't care what I think.

"Excuse me, I know. Excuse me."

No public or private confusion. No public or private confusion.

and repeatedly in my head, I dare not apologize here, and I keep my head down.

I heard Nike say, "Oh."

"Weldy, don't get me wrong."

But on my forehead, a long, powerful fingertip, seemingly muscular and supple, hits me.

The head I was about to lower stopped in a halfway position. The vision shows the sleeves of a black robe, which I recognize as the Rockman's finger in front of me now.

For him, who would have been sweet to a woman from time to time, the response was delayed because of the chilling tone that he was flattering. Girls have to take care of it, it's extra because I've heard little embarrassing flower garden remarks like that.

And so I googled within thinking, and my forehead was pushed against my finger, and my head, which was about to be lowered, went back to its original position.

"Captain?"

Werdy and I raised one eyebrow as to what was the name of the woman next door, she was called.

What are you trying to do?

I try to push my fingers back with force on my neck, but the force of that one finger is pretty strong, Ning Lo. My face is going to be pushed past my forehead and lean back.

There's going to be a hole in my forehead and it hurts.

"Hey, hey"

No, you don't have to push that much.

Looking at both eyes and looking at the index finger on his forehead, his finger gradually went down and stroked his nostrils.

"I will not allow this woman to bow her head to me"

Tsuki...... and his fingers go through his nostrils and into his lips in a relaxed motion.

"I won't even tolerate salutations"

I can support my jaw with one hand.

My face turned upwards and my lower lip glanced sideways with my thumb.

Slightly tilted neck and smiled.

A blonde with a black collar was plundering her white cheeks for a man.

"Ah... Alwes Squad, Chief?

"This is not what you would say because this is my friend. And I'm the one who's rude. I'm sorry, sister at reception."

No, I don't remember being friends, but it was rare for him, and he turned away from me looking like a bum.

I'll give it a shot, but I don't see eye to eye.

But on the back of that, I was pushed with my thumb and lips from earlier on, and I'm not sure if they're playing or seriously apologizing.

Don't you ever get tired of Rockman puffing my lips all the time.

Hey, get the fuck off me.

……

But I didn't think I was going to apologize either, so I clapped it out a little.

I thought I would chew him off even with his thumb placed on his lips, but for me I thought I'd stop rarely again, so my mouth was very closed.

She's lying next to you, Weldy? If you look at him, you're looking at him like that and opening your eyes wide. My blue eyes were going to fall off now.

The arm grabbing the robe also looked shaky in small pieces.

As you can see, he even looks like he's going to cry.

No, no, no, no, don't cry about that!

"Uh, me"

"Hehe hehe"

So whining and raising his mouth angle, Rockman narrows his eyes and leans over in surprise.

Like, what is it?

Hands off my chin and lips.

With that gap, I bowed my head thoughtfully.

"I apologize very much earlier, Dear Alwes Rockman. Because it's inexperienced, and no, really, this woman is right."

……

"What is it, Master Alwes Rockman?"

Twist your neck and lower your brow.

Do you want to come with that hand?

He seemed to have figured out my little thought, holding the wrinkles between his eyebrows with two fingers and meditating his eyes. It was a very pleasant sight.

"Nanary, what are you..."

Nike held his mouth down with his hands and was stealing a look at the knight woman next door.

A woman with brown hair, on the other hand, looks like a wolf.

I guess in this woman named Weldy, it's common sense to be polite to him.

Then if I do it, it will fit round. And most importantly, it seemed to harass Rockman for some reason, so it wouldn't offend a woman either.

One stone and two birds, it is a brilliant operation that only yields.

Besides, when he tells me not to do it, it's my nature that makes me want to do it.

I didn't want to die talking to him like that, but I can't live in society if I'm saying that.

He looks at me like he doesn't like it, so he laughs at me. Smoking chest fog is as clear as sunshine.

You're a woman crying fool, but it's annoying to make her cry in a place like this.

"But thanks"

But Rockman, who gave it back with a bitter laugh, thanks me for whatever he thinks.

"To?"

Wait a minute. Did that rockman just say 'thank you' to this me?

...... weird. Something's not right since just now.

What the hell happened to this guy, apologizing to me or thanking me this time?

From one of the maidens earlier, you're a lot of people.

"But I think it's time you stopped."

Not if you think so.

"No, there is no annihilation."

"Your hair will burn."

"Shall I let your body cool with ice? It's a little hot today, so you'll feel very good. Be a cuckoo...... phew"

Then he grabs both cheeks with one hand and narrows his thoughtful mouth.

"What are you doing?"

My lips protruded munchkingly and I got a weird way of talking.

His fingers ate into the meat on his cheeks, and I'm sure my face is scrupulous now.

Because Nike's gonna look at me like he's gonna look at something pathetic.

"Captain Groub"

"Hey, what?

Just let go of me. I try to freeze that hand, but it's still Rockman there. I'm flaming it as soon as possible, making it relative.

Thanks to you, Joo-joo and the ice evaporated, and it was on my face. I want you to stop because your forehead floats with steam.

I don't know if it's hot or cold.

"Memory detection, but who and who were you planning to go from Hare"

That's what Rockman was asking when he looked back at the Knights chief like that.

That's cool. Come on, let go of this hand. What will you do if your cheeks are dented?

"Huh? Oh, sure"

"Arquez, Zozo and the nanary you're involved in right now."

"Really?"

Block the captain of the regiment who was about to say his name, and Director Loctith tells Rockman.

At the end of the day he pointed at me and said so. I was told with some laughter, so I'd like to know exactly what's interesting about the situation right now.

"Captain, because of this, why don't you ask the three of us to come"

"Ah?"

"If you ask, it looks like you've still mastered memory detection, and those three were originally planning to go, right?

"Yes, but..."

Smile all the time and look at me.

"I want to tell you, to this lovely receptionist"

How to detect memory.

and lift the forehead on your eyes, so that you can see even the delightful objects, even if you give them an angle of mouth, it seems to be fun.

"Ohhhhh hiccup!! (Son of a bitch!!

And at that moment, my ice beat the flames.

His hands hardened to his arms, and Mr. Weldy, who was next door, fed me fistbones, and it wasn't until soon after that that that he made another fuss.