After making my mark on replicating the requisition, I put my brush in a brown leather bag that I left out.

Looking around to see if there was anything else to clean up, I bowed my head to Mr. Zozo.

"Good luck"

"Tired. You're going to the director's, right? Tomorrow we'll be at the demon reception."

"Yes!"

I'll finally make it to that place tomorrow. The mood is clear.

I was called to the Director's office after work because I spent a month in Soleil and after a month of promises to the Director I would be allowed to sit at the demon reception. After six months of working for the first time, half of the flower season is still there, but I think it's going well so far, even though I say so myself. Good things are going well. Well, I'm very happy with that in and of itself, but I need to get my mind together once and for all right now so I don't get on with it.

Slap your cheeks with bread and hold your mouth close to nibbling.

"Director, excuse me.... Is that because I don't have a voice yet?

When I entered the director's office, the director was not there yet.

If I hadn't, they would have told me to wait inside, so I decided to stand in front of the desk the director would use and wait. The wood-carved Lunx figurine is still alive and has never changed position since I first came here. How much it was my favorite object, the white cupirette flowers adorned Lynx's head. Flowers, though, seem to be made, with a cloth feel. There's something cute about the director too. I mean, the director is beautiful, he's cool, and we all know there are a lot of cute places like that. Even a male employee who makes fun of the director for being "late to marry ~" was a reversal of the feeling that he liked the director, and it was customary for our colleagues to accompany the sobriety to that love that was unlikely to be fruitful before the Knights Commander was present.

"Wait?

After a while, the chatter and the director's office doors open.

When I looked at the director's face who came in and said I was sorry I was late, it seemed like he wasn't feeling well anywhere because his hair was just a little messy. I mean, it's not just my hair, that's what I feel because my eyebrows are dripping all the time depicting the mountain in a riddle.

I get worried that something might have gone wrong at work, but I worry if it's something I can ask anyway if Sister Harris or Mr. Arquez is going to listen.

"Tomorrow at last. Good luck with that, huh?

"Yes."

I was handed a brief dossier about the reception and a thick filling book about the size of a palm.

The cover of the red fill-in book reads, 'What shadowed you?' The objective is written in Tekle letters. Teckle characters are basic characters in our languages used in neighboring countries such as Sheila and Dolan, and to open this entry book, you have to think about the word that will be a fitting word underneath that letter.

The director told me to decide now, so I thought about what to do.

I stepped on a shadow... of a bird, no tree... no, a father or something... a mother? It's also simple and doesn't come tight, and something else...... Ah.

"Lara, and"

Float the white Lucos, the user demon, in the back of his brain and write with a brush on the cover.

"Done?

"It's kind of fun"

"Yes, good"

When the director said so, he looked out the window behind the chair. If I follow him too, I can see Tenma flying.

I see Tenma flying a lot today, but I guess the Knights are busy too. I haven't seen Nike in a while, so it's time to miss him. When I sent out the letter, I couldn't see him for work, and there were times when Benjamin and I went out for tea about two months ago, but the knight was worried about Nike while the two of us ate sweets badly.

I narrowed my eyes to see if I was still flying through the sky today, staring at the sky stained with cedar.

"Um, Director?

"... Oh, yeah? What's the matter, man?

Likewise, the director was still looking outside.

She said she would give an explanation from tomorrow, but I worried if this meant looking at the material and interpreting it myself because of the length of silence, but when I looked at her, it seemed like an atmosphere that didn't, so I called out with all my heart. If they say it's an extra favor, let's get out of the director's office at once. Don't forget to thank me for the last time.

"Because I felt like I was about to"

The director, whose eyes patted on my words, took heh.

My eyebrows are still drooling.

"I don't want to be protected by the ones I hate."

You don't like him?

I almost asked if you meant the Knights Commander, but the ceiling lit up so I looked up. Then a small magic formation appeared on top, from which a piece of paper, bracketed in a single string, fell in potpourri. When the director takes it, he slips his gaze into the contents and starts reading.

I wonder what it says. I wonder who put the magic team out in the first place.

"You're finally here....... nanary"

"Yes?"

"The Queen of Orkinis broke down earlier."

…………………… eh.

"Huh?!

"I can finally tell you..."

Then the director told me what it was like to be punched in the head with a blunt instrument that I was swallowing.

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