I Want to Be a Receptionist of The Magic World - 57 Receptionist Second Year Edition

End of job.

Zozo invited me out to dinner, but I refused because I had decided to cook handicrafts in my dorm room for a very long time today. And there. Then we’ll make it together and eat it in the room! It was us who didn’t, and Mr. Zozo made his way to the grass-fed wolf store. I do not intend to change her taste, which is a dining out doctrine, nor do I intend to change herself further, so imagine the food that Mr. Zozo would ask for and I will do the cooking support.

“I don’t know what to make of it. Like just sautéing vegetables?

But since I started living alone, I don’t feel like I’ve been talking to myself more. What if it becomes a habit?

“Let’s make it right.”

My mother gave me back when I came to Hare’s dorm. I use the front cover very carefully.

My mother slammed me into the basics of cooking because I stand alone, but honestly, I hate cooking. No, I’m not good. I wish I could magically and easily wheel it out.

But as I make it, my body and senses will learn the taste and procedure, and these days I feel that my hand cooking is getting better when I try to change the taste and try to get something that doesn’t often use ingredients. Although it is only self-assessment.

“Ma, bake, spice, oh, shit, I put too much in it”

It is important to be able to devise ways to be fun, even if you are not comfortable with it. It’s hard though.

“Larer, I can do it.”

I miss you alone, so I’ll have dinner with Lara.

It seems Lara is often in the space of a user demon and plays with other user demons she knows. I have no idea what kind of space it is because we humans can’t go, but I think it’s a good place because we always seem to enjoy it.

Besides, it’s a solid place like home, and I heard Lara’s dwelling is made of ice.

In the early days when his body was used to herd life, he also said that he was stunned because of the endless exhaustion of the space of the user demon.

“Wow! That sounds cold!

“It’s ice, so it’s obvious.”

The space of the user demon is not capable of human interference, and it is not possible to talk about the Lord while in space. Apparently. My memory while I was in space again will be locked in a minute or two and I won’t be able to speak here. They said if we went to that space, the key to memory would come off, but we were sure the world was divided. When I summoned Lara before, she told me immediately who she was playing with and who she was having so much fun with, but it was better not to hear much from this one, as the story was becoming obscure and unforgettable.

“Grace, I’ll have it. Lara, too.”

“I’ll have it.”

So they say they live purely in your world with them, not just bad wizards, good wizards. Peace and more importantly.

Lara seems to like spending some time in this space, trying to get it out as much as possible. It’s just warm in the room, so there was always a cold breeze around her.

“Dear Nanary,”

“What?

As she carries the vegetables to her mouth as she sings her nose song, Lara rattles her throat as she chews through the chunks of ice she has prepared for Branlucos.

“What is that open box?

“I was going to treat those to clothes and accessories for the season away from the sky. I’m in the middle of cleaning up.”

“Because I don’t treat that one by the window?

What Lara pointed at with her nose was a small green box placed on the edge of a large window for the room.

“Yi Yi’s. Let it be exposed to the cold in the gutter.”

Such a thing. and stuffing food in my mouth.

When I finished eating, I lowered the dishes, and when I finished washing, I went to take a bath in the water, and after soaking in warm water, I changed into a brown sleeping roll and went into the bedroom early.

Lara stays put in her room and decides to sleep with her until she goes to work in the morning. Lara slept on the floor because she just can’t get into the bedroom (I’m cold and Lara is hot).

I immediately stare at the ceiling without closing my eyes.

It’s been so long since that Orkinis commotion, but now I was spending every day like nothing happened. Instead, Nike and Prince Zenon stopped seeing it nearby, as jurisdiction became more of a Soleil land. But Nike and I have the same exchange of sentences as Maris and Benjamin, and now we’re going on a trip, so it’s not the same there.

Besides, you don’t listen to any of that demon stuff, or you can’t possibly hear me, but there’s always one last thing in a letter sent indispensably by Maris.

“Three More Days”

“Two more days, no ten days”

“A month……?

“Ho ho ho, what a prelude to two months.”

I found a bottle of gray hair in three or four months.

“Ahhhhhh”

and other insane sentences are sent.

When I write a complaint letter, I’m afraid of returning it, so I just receive the letter and send back the words “patience is virtue” on white paper.

“Make that woman cry…”

I stayed up late yesterday so let’s go to bed early today.

The face that comes to mind is immediately erased.

I closed my lid looking at the night sky from a window without a hanging cloth.