I Want to Be a Receptionist of The Magic World

Until I can be a receptionist – 3

I’ve been coming to school for six months.

The class was quite full and I was very grateful as I wanted to study a lot.

It’s easy to understand because not one teacher teaches, but a different teacher for each area of expertise, and more importantly, people who know all about that area even if they ask more in-depth questions, so they never get an answer back.

Hey, it’s good to be admitted here.

“Morning, Nike.”

“Morning nanary.”… your hair is shaggy. ”

Because I’m already a girl! And, in front of a washbasin with a white tone, Nike does something about my hair.

Compared to me still sleeping rolls, she was already dressed. The yellow piece dazzles my eyes.

“Thanks.”

I thanked her as I looked at her face in the mirror.

This girl named Nike is an average girl who lives in the same dorm room as me. She has beautiful blonde hair, more beautiful than cute. But he wanted to be told that he was cute, and he was tied up in two things from time to time.

But whatever it looks like, I think that place is cute.

We didn’t get along with each other when we first met, but after six months we broke it naturally (it’s the same room), and now we were almost friends with the average kids in school.

I still don’t know, some things are like a general bond, and the classrooms are different and the aspirations are the same, something like that.

Needless to say, the aspirations are ‘defeated/noble’.

Everyone puts their hands on their chests and just stares at that little star.

“What, is Ma Nike doing it to your mother?

Benjamin, the other child in the same room, comes to the sink, stroking her beautiful hair that waves red.

Pretty exposed outfit for her. Benjamin’s hips, with his legs out at all costs, were draped with a green cloth wrapped around her, and when she looked just like her, she felt like a sister, a girl. Thin and beautiful feet.

When I go into the girls’ dorm, I spend three people in one room.

In the dorm, nobility and the public are distinguished, and one after me and Nike have been pulled out, Benjamin, of course, is the average girl.

But it doesn’t mean the interior of the room is different because it’s distinguished, and it just doesn’t make the general public and nobility the same room.

I think you’re right.

“Nanally should definitely empower women, rather than study.”

Benjamin, shut up.

“Better than that, we both have to go to the big dining room for breakfast. We don’t have time.”

“Lying. Is that time already?

To Benjamin’s words, I take my head off Nike’s hands.

I hadn’t finished combing it yet, Nike said to me dissatisfied, but it was enough because I had a pretty comfortable salad hair if I touched it.

Not completely black. My scorched brown hair is shiny thanks to you.

What you need to have is a friend full of women.

“Mmm, yummy.”

The three of us walk and get to the big dining room.

It was just a big place with a “big” in the dining room. At breakfast, there are many different grades, from the highest grade to the smallest of us, so it’s just fine.

The food is in the form of a buffet, which takes whatever you like to a plate and then freely takes its seat. The table was horizontal enough for six or seven people to sit on, and many of them were in discipline.

When we serve vegetables and staples on a plate, we sit in an empty seat near the big dining room door.

The ceiling was vitreous and the island sky was well visible.

It is good to be open.

“Benjamin! That’s the one I brought!

“This is what happens because you don’t eat fast.”

“Let’s do this!

“Hey, don’t jump the juice!

Stick the fried rabbit in a sharp dish. It’s my thing.

Raptor is the name of a long-eared, water-colored bird.

The reason why the fur color is water is because it evolved to assimilate with the color of the sky so hard to see from the enemy because it is so targeted by humans and other creatures.

There were also a lot of rabbits. Be this color to live.

But I don’t want it to taste good with plenty of gravy.

“You’re wearing clothes!

“Wow, sorry.”

“Oh, my clothes.”

On Benjamin’s green waistroll, the gravy of the rabbit flew. Beautifully straight to the side Chong Chong, stuck with it. It was artistically attached to me.

But what would you have done? It was expensive, and I don’t care if you try that on her approaching in the shape of a ghost. My voice is shriveling and I’m losing my energy.

This may be only a matter of time before it finally clears up.

“Why are you dressed like that in a place you don’t want to get dirty? If you don’t want to get dirty, it doesn’t matter. Come and get dressed.”

“Oh, my God. Nike’s cold.”

“Uh-oh, but Benjamin, I’m sorry, because I’ll study the magic of clean and dirty later!

“Psst. You don’t have to do that.”

There is no uniform in this school. All I have is a student ID.

The general public, of course, are their own clothes and spend time dressed as they please individually. Nike is always a shorter piece with a round collar, and I’m just dressed similarly to wrap my belt around a piece of cloth outfit. Benjamin has different clothes every time because she’s fashionable.

Benjamin doesn’t have color or shit, but I don’t care because that’s not what I need in studying. I didn’t.

Mostly, we’re only 12, and what if we care what we look like?

Well, not in the case of nobles, apparently.

I hear it involves the character of the house.

But it seems that Benjamin already has someone she likes here, so I don’t think she cares about her appearance.

“Ah, Nal, it’s you!

“Satanas again? I really don’t like it.”

A silver-haired boy passes by the dining table. Benjamin called his name excitedly with his eyes shining. Nike, sitting in front of her, makes a frightened voice when he sees it.

It was a boy named you who talked to people who liked Benjamin. Apparently, she fell in love at first sight and felt destined the moment her eyes and eyes met (Nike talk).

Boy with hot silver hair with Benjamin. The child’s name is Naru Satanas.

She was a regular kid in the same classroom as me.

“Until now I have taught normal offensive magic, but today I will have you remember offensive magic by magic type”

The moment the teacher said yes, the inside of the classroom squatted at the same time.

“What’s a magic type, those six bloods, that kind of thing?

“Yes.”

We were embedded in the schedule today as normal writing classes, not practical skills, and suddenly we’re confused.

“Magic has a lineage. I’m going to hand out this textbook called” Six Colors of Prank and Wisdom, “so open the item I directed.”

With the floating magic of the teacher, dozens of textbooks fly on all the students’ desks at the same time. I bummed the paper like butterflies, and one came before me, which closed the bread and the booklet and slowly descended on the desk.

I see the textbook that came in front of me.

On the cover there was a picture of a rainbow bridge. But I don’t know if it’s a demon in front of me. It just looks creepy because of the creepy object it depicts. Did I do something about it? I don’t want to touch the cover.

But even if I do, I have to study, so I’ll just open the item.

When I opened the place designated by the teacher, the title “Six Bloods” caught my eye.

“These six bloods. Everyone will have heard of it. This blood is magic, but our magic is blood, itself. You know that, right? As long as my blood lives, as long as it doesn’t go away, there’s no way that magic will be unusable. And six in the textbook: fire, wind, water, ice, ground and thunder. Any one of these is a magical form that’s ready for you.”

As the teacher reached out, he saw thunder emitting bees and light from his fingertips.

“The teacher’s magic mould becomes thunder. Therefore, attacking magic, which can only be handled by its magic type, is thunder, in the case of a teacher”

To sum up the teacher’s explanation, I mean magic type, is like a weapon that determines your special attack.

None of the offensive magic you’ve ever learned can seal the opponent’s movements, create a sword and fly it to the opponent, or generate another wall of defense. If I tell you, study and anyone can do it.

But there is magic that can only be done by attributes that can be sorted by this magic type. I can’t use that magic no matter how hard I try, unless I have the blood of that attribute. If I am the magic type of thunder, even if I try to remember the offensive magic of water, as long as I am the magic type of thunder, I cannot use the offensive magic of water. It means nothing.

It’s such a magical type, but I didn’t know I was going to enroll in school and learn in less than six months. I was wondering if magic was just magic and I wouldn’t learn it for another year or so.

“You still don’t know what your magic is.”

The teacher’s fingertips are still shining light.

Yes, we haven’t figured out our magic type yet.

Parents and adults know how to find out the magic type, but it’s a decision they shouldn’t teach their children. Because it’s dangerous for children who don’t even know how to handle it yet, it seems.

If I were normally in a village school building, I would be taught only after I was about 18 years old. Because people who take up a profession that doesn’t care about magic type don’t even need to know that much. I don’t have to have trouble knowing that, and I don’t care if you don’t have or have a weapon you don’t want. I believe that normal offensive magic is enough.

But not the people who come here like us. It requires the absolute power of magic and is also willing to learn. People trying to be demonstrators and noblemen will need more. Because we fight demons.

I just want to be the receptionist’s sister.

“Hey Doctor, aren’t you with the water and the ice?

Miss Maris still wears a luxurious red dress today.

There’s something about her being so diligent, too, that I can like it if it’s not even about Rockman. Yet even now it’s troublesome to name me next to Rockman because we’re all going to denigrate him and make fun of him.

Except if I’m in favor, but if they’re doing that even though I’m not in favor, I don’t like it or hate it.

“You’ll feel something similar, but we’re not together. To put it plainly, it’s the difference between being able to get an individual out of the beginning or not.”

To Miss Maris’ question, that’s what the teacher returns.

I guess that means something else for now.

“Then each and every one of you, I’m going to look into the magic mould now”

Inside the classroom I stuck to that voice again. But unlike earlier, I can also hear a mixed voice that sounds a little fun.

I do, and I’m actually looking forward to it a little bit.

Because I can say that my magic type is an unknown realm to me.

“Saturners at first, come forward”

“Is that me?

“If I say end in the front seat, it will often be the first one I can put on”

That boy in general, called Satanas, takes his seat in confusion.

It is true that the front seat, especially the right side, is well placed. It is no exaggeration to be told that it is the most hated place in the seat. When I was in the village school building, it was mostly about the middle seat. It was me, but I was able to avoid that seat successfully even when I changed seats.

But once in a while, I couldn’t be alarmed because I felt like a teacher and said, “Uh, I’ll be in the middle today.”

“Come on, then.”

“Yes.”

“Stretch your arms and spread your hands on your back. Then fold your middle finger in.”

Satanas is facing the teacher in front of the lecture.

“Focus when you fold in. Then say semeion.”

“Se?”

“Semeion. It means a mark.”

The teacher, who placed his hand on Satanas’ shoulder, took his hand off his shoulder when he said it was okay.

“semeion”

As everyone watches, he finally casts a spell. Gokuri and someone were about to hear a breathtaking sound, and I shook my hand unexpectedly watching, too.

“? What?”

I see a gradual change around him who did what the teacher taught him to do.

The textbooks that were in the classroom were already fragmented and paper turned over, and everyone’s hair was shaking in the wind even though the windows were not open.

Then for a while, a small tornado was formed over Satanas’ hands.

Doctor, it’s me.

“You mean the magic type of Saturners is the wind. So you’re going to be studying windy offensive magic. Come on.”

“Yes!”

Saturners eyes shine, whether it’s because I’m impressed with knowing the magic type for the first time, or because I’m impressed with being the wizard of the wind.

I was excited to hold and open my hand.

“Don’t imitate him on the spot because you just saw how to do it. Saturners happened to be made so hard, but some of the magic burst into flames, and so on.”

To the teacher’s voice, the child in the seat next to Satanas hurried to pull his hand under the desk.

Were you going to do it?

“Look, come forward in turn”

Call the next student.

Then, as the teacher said, we checked each and every one of the magic types in order.

That Miss Maris was like a magical type of fire, with a bright red flame of passion burning over her palm. I think it’s perfect. But I thought in the corner of my heart, being careful not to let the dress burn.

The magic type of Zenon, the prince, is thunder. The moment I cast the spell, the white flash destroyed the classroom, and for a moment it became noisy. But no one has been injured, so I think it was good for now. The broken part of the classroom was the teacher did the magic of restoration, and it worked.

And the guy in the next seat was the magic type of fire. Besides, instead of a flame lighting in the palm of his hand or something, a big dragon-shaped flame appeared and crawled slowly through the classroom ceiling. Dismantling hot. The eyes of him looking at everyone in the heat look so fun, I seriously thought I’d punch him.

“Alwes, end it”

The teacher immediately tells Rockman to pat his fingers.

Finger patches were fundamental to magic release, and if you did that, the magic you made yourself appear was a mechanism to stop it.

But what a bastard.

I can’t believe I could get that stuff out in the first phase.

“Yikes! Master Alwes is the same magic type of fire I am! Fate!

“Me too!

But instead of regretting it, it seems like a pleasure to Maris and the other girls, the magic type with him, who are happy to slap their hands.

Shit, I’ve been kind of smiling at that lately, too. Except for complaining about me.

The other girls who saw them like that again are taking out the handkerchief sassy and biting with remorse.

That one is no longer in the realm of art.

“Nanally next, come forward”

That Rockman next door did it, it’s finally my turn.

It’s good that the teacher replied to the voice he calls, but his legs are a little heavy. Heavy as wearing lead.

‘Cause it’s like a dragon. Do it after they let you out, or what? Nothing. Now is not the time to decide to win or lose, but something is definitely about to lose.

The magic I’ve learned so far wasn’t something to compete for otherwise awesome. Everyone was just as powerful. Defense.

But this one’s definitely personal. “Hey, Nanary, don’t stand there. Come on down.”

“… Yes”

Because this time there is definitely a personal difference.

“Nanary, what’s going on? Are you sick, too?

“No.”

My teacher called me again, not moving out of my seat forever.

I sigh ha in my heart and stand up to go down the stairs.

Rockman, who waited on the stairs until I moved out of my seat, said, “Are you freaking out? ‘Cause I’ve been saying,

“Hey, that’s an extra favor, Bong Bong!!

I ran down the stairs screaming.

That chest shit. Let me say gaffoon one day, and then I’ll let you blow bubbles with me!

“Bye, Nanary, take advantage.”

“Yes!”

I hun my nose! And he rang and stretched out his arms in exasperation.

“semeion”

Before I did it, it was of hissocks and common people, or it was shoddy at any rate, or something I could hear, but I concentrated.

The teacher was throwing chalk at the student he was talking to at high speed, so it’s fine. Thank you teacher. (Teacher power in school is strong)

Having finished casting the spell, I was staring at my own hands.

I don’t know what’s going to happen, so calm down and exhale.

………

But after about ten seconds, there is no particular change.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey You know what?

If he did, he’d be turned into a laugher’s seed from all over the classroom!

“Nanally Hell! Your hair!

To that voice, I looked up and looked at everyone.

Look, that Maris concession is pointing at me and opening my eyes. It’s clearly not the same gaze that gave birth to the usual stare or insult. What are you so surprised at?

And hair?

How’s your hair……,

“Hmm?”

If you rub your hair with your unused hands, you will find water colored hair there. Sarah, my shiny hair.

Watercolor?

Whose?

“Well, magic resides in our own blood. Sometimes this is how my hair changes.”

The teacher says at ease.

I slowly understood the word a few seconds later.

My hair, my color, it’s different. Is it there?

“Why!?

Calm down, me. Let’s calm down for a second.

Don’t pick your hair with your index finger and thumb and bring it to the end of your eye. I knew it wasn’t a mistake. It’s unusual.

“Like I said, it’s really rare.”

“Well, I know.”

Sometimes, has there been anything else in the past?

… No, but it is!

Sure, I’ve heard there are examples of that, but everyone in the classroom didn’t, and most importantly, what am I supposed to do with this hair!?

Undo the magic and it will go back to normal!?

“Hey, but Doctor! Will this not heal?

“I need to dye my hair with color-changing magic. Whatever. It’s with the magic awakening. I can’t undo it now. You don’t like that? Water color. It’s beautiful, okay?”

That’s already beautifully dyed to the tip of my hair.

So my magic ends up!?

What kind of magic dyes your hair!! Beauty type!!

But suddenly, the temperature in the classroom gets cold.

“What…?

Glitter and bright white light fell all over the classroom. Everyone looks up, what the hell, and reaches out.

On the palm I stretched, one of them fell.

A chunk just a little smaller than the palm of my hand stays fluffy over my hand. It’s like we’re back where we started.

“Is this a snow crystal? Beautiful.”

Someone shrugged like that.

“I see. Nanaries are ice. You’ll be the only one with ice in this. I don’t know what the next classroom looks like, but it’s still less.”

My teacher is nodding behind me.

What, a minority!?

“Some magic shapes are ice teachers, so it’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

Right, you’ll tell me right, won’t you, Doctor? I won’t do anything for you because of how little, will I, Doctor?

I unravel magic with my fingers pounding.

Then the crystals stopped coming down. But I knew the color of my hair stretching to my chest wouldn’t go back from the water color. Farewell to my beautiful burnt brown color.

The teacher who put his hand on my back, which drips, guides me from hand to hand up the stairs. If I took another look, I was finally just put back in my seat. My present mind, which is obsolete, can only think of the latter.

Heck, I’ll be back. The water ice woman.

“Huh? You’ve changed the color of your eyes.”

“Liar!”

“It’s a lie.”

You’re lying.

“Shh.”

“What!?

That’s what Rockman next door tells me if I go back to my seat. I thought it was a joke, but somehow it didn’t sound like much of a joke.

Still, I can’t confirm it because I want to look in the mirror but I don’t have a mirror.

I mean, it’s even changing the color of my eyes!?

What’s happening to me?

I had no attachment to black colors, and there were parts of me that I rather admired for blondes like Nike or something. I thought Benjamin’s red hair would be nice, and a beautiful black color with no cloudiness at all, like Prince Xenon’s, I envied him as the same brunette.

So, yeah, but yeah.

The water color is just not there.

Sitting in a chair, I make fists with my dominant hand to cement my resolve.

Less can mean a rare magic type if you look at it in another way.

If this happens, I can’t help but be cuddly forever.

I’m going to give this ice magic type the best grades.