I Want to Be a Receptionist of The Magic World - 131 I want to be the receptionist for the final story and magic world.

Now come and dance, both of you, and the king pushed you in the back and dropped you under the stage.

I dance with my hands around music.

I can also see a crowd of people dancing from the two of us to the four of us, people dancing in circles with ten people and twenty people.

“Wow, it’s dangerous! I wonder if a king is surprisingly extravagant.”

“You smell dull. Look, are you okay?

He pulls my hand and makes me stand on my knees on the ground. I get angry that the dull smell is an extra word, but I didn’t forget to thank you and thank you.

Then we didn’t dance immediately, we looked around for a while, but somehow we realized that we were naturally holding hands. Why are you holding hands?

Oh, yeah, I probably missed my hand when you let me stand.

… No. Does it hurt, normal?

The other person is also noticing at the other person or not, he looks at me with his hands off Ba and doesn’t change his expression. He just looks at me.

Now that I’m aware of my feelings, it would be outrageously embarrassing to say that even that act of eye to eye is difficult.

But if you go against it, you seem to be filled with a feeling similar to that sense of defeat, and you keep your eyes peeled when you lose.

I don’t know if I’ve been in that state for decades, minutes, dozens of minutes.

For now, I couldn’t help but ask the king to dance, and my gaze finally came off when I saw the hand Rockman had said and offered.

“Surprisingly, this is the third time I’ve danced with you in my life.”

“Sure. Even with this kind of company.”

Quietly take the other hand and dance out the shapeless dance. Moving his legs and rocking the ground as he felt on cheerful music, he could see a child jumping high at the edge of his sight.

“I don’t know what you think, but honestly, this past month has been all about being angry”

Back to back around it, Rockman dropped his gaze on several different shapes of rings that he put on his fingers.

“I always remember that day, the view of the frozen moment. In a cold sensation, the last memory I saw is someone’s crying face.”

You’re closing your eyes and remembering that sight, the dance movement quieted down. That day, in that place, everyone would have seen the end of the world. It was all too sudden to attain the end of my time and life without any determination.

I hear people around me have asked me what happened since then, but they tell me I couldn’t have predicted until my coma for a month.

And Dr. Aristotle’s life was safe, he said, but because what he committed, even though it had been manipulated, is not acceptable at all, the trial is withheld after his recovery. It was quietly told that the Count’s status had been stripped and would henceforth take a steep path.

Rockman says I wish I could fight more, but that’s different.

Was he such a blame for himself in the first place?

I don’t see the usual confidence.

He seemed to feel the burden of losing someone like the parent of his upbringing and falling before me for the destruction of the arena he was protecting. I’ve probably been angry with myself for a long time about all the angry things.

“That’s not true. I was fighting too hard enough, and thanks to Rockman, I could defeat Staedal. Thank you for your help then. That’s all I ever wanted to say.”

It is wrong of you to blame yourself. And I’ve noticed it because of that.

“There’s one more thing I need to tell you. The”

“What?”

My mouth doesn’t move well, like a sewing spell on my lips. No matter how you feel at all times, you can’t tell them what you’re hiding. This emotion, which overflows from the deeper, much deeper, layers of the mind, already has a name.

To Rockman, who sees me with suspicious eyes with a mouthful of corn, I’d like to say,

“I like it.”

Puffiness.

Like squealing, I still looked straight in the eye and told him.

Rockman stares at me with a look he doesn’t know if he understands the word or if he’s hearing it in the first place.

Stopped the dance legs from each other, and Rockman loosened his hands connected to me.

“Now, I can’t believe it.”

“But don’t say it anymore. No, I just said it! Uh, yeah, hold on. Bye, you blunt man! Don’t be a jerk. Cheer up!

I almost said it with momentum, I can never say it again.

He dies, he dies. I knew this feeling was close to sickness.

Still, I like this feeling that has changed in me.

“Hold on, hold on, Hel”

“Bye!”

Rockman’s leg and his own are entangled in a panicky voice and a clap with his hands pulled, and Batan and I fall to the ground.

“Dear Alwes!?

“Nanally!?

“How dare you…”

Big body laid under me on a big fallen clap. It fell to overlap. It was a sacrifice to the face and to the mouth.

My lips and my opponent’s lips with soft moisture, overlapping my body.

My eyes full of surprises and the eyes of Rockman, whose glasses came off due to the impact, fit perfectly.

His hands tremble when he sees it glowing red and bright, feeling the heat on his rapidly gathered face.

It is also the first time in my life that I know how someone’s lips feel.

Besides, isn’t this like I’m pushing down and mouthing?

I’m sure my face is so bright red that no one can delude me.

Come on, we gotta get out of here.

But I hurried and tried to leave, holding my body and neck down with my hands, Rockman said.

“I like it, so do I.”

I said something for granted.

“Ha, huh? What?”

I can’t stand the embarrassment and try to keep my back upside down with all my strength and away.

Still, Rockman kept smiling and didn’t try to change his distance from me.

Or I thought I heard it.

No, but more than that, now this guy, what did he say?

Guru involves a thought circuit.

There are mountains and valleys for love and work.

Apparently that’s going to go on for the time being, I realized when I saw the man in front of me.

“You did it, Nanary!

“But if you were to marry the Marquis, you’d be the Marquise, but you’d stop working?

Is Zozo and the director the voice now?

“But you didn’t tell me you were getting married, did you?

“No, Chancellor Curoli hasn’t had a hard time, either, if you just like him.”

“What are you talking about to Your Highness? ⁉ Nanary, are you okay?

“Alwes, you do it, too. Get a permanent job, Nanary.”

“Mr. Nall? Wouldn’t you rather have me as your daughter-in-law?

Wildly exposed to the gaze of friends and total strangers surrounding us, I want to go in if there’s a hole somewhere. What is this situation?

My friends say whatever they want. It’s fine to be funny, but let me answer the Director’s questions with a high voice.

“I want to be the receptionist’s sister!

This is the story of one receptionist sister, nobody knows, someone knows.