92 Receptionist Second Year Edition - 14

"Speaking of which, Nanary is going to be an adult at the next Witch Festival."

During the break, as I glanced over the material the director gave me, Sister Harris sat in my front seat with lunch.

I can barely see the vegetables doing the bulk to see her dinner today, but I heard she spilled it from time to time lately that she might have gained weight, so I blink my eyes at whether it's a meal to think about even with weight loss. It's a strange thing because you don't have to worry so much about being fat, but you care about your weight as much as you don't. No, maybe he's not fat because he's careful not to get fat, and he's just being sensitive to his shape. What a cheeky look at Sister Harris with the vegetables in front of her, I laid my hands on the material like they were classy.

"I'm already 18. Adult rituals are funny at 19, aren't they? In the meantime, my father brought me a dress and a robe"

My father's visit to my workplace before this was also like coming to deliver the costumes he would wear at that ritual of adulthood. My mother didn't seem to participate in the ritual of adulthood in this country, and I don't have anything called backing down. Most of the girls use robes and dresses around that their mothers and close relatives were coming to, or wear their sister's back, but I don't have a sister, and only my cousin's brother because close relatives have one, so I can't wear that unless I have one. My father brought it to me instead because my mother is now going to work in a country outside, but she seems to be my mother.

He really wanted to choose with me, but he can't help it because the holidays aren't quite right. In the letter, I told my parents that I could buy them myself even if they didn't bother to, but because my mother was stubborn enough to say, "It's my mother's job," I left it to my mother's taste. My mother and I have a surprisingly good taste and taste for clothes. As much as I wonder if it is another self, I have never rebelled against what my mother chose, and this is not in my life again.

I now find it intrusive that I didn't have much resistance to something called my mother because of it.

"Why don't you just grow up to be 19?"

"That's right. It's tricky."

Yeah, we can both nod our necks.

"What's that?

"It's a list of night jobs."

"Ho!"

My sister opened her mouth and laughed nicely as she imitated the cliché that the dorm mother in the dorm where we live emitted when she was surprised.

No, they're very similar.

"From now on, you're gonna be a woman of the night."

"That's the way to put it, but let me put it that way."

I haven't been asked specifically since when, but the materials have been received, so I will be doing it shortly.

"Yeah, they're gonna decide who's coming out at the next meeting."

I don't know if it's going to be decided, is it the one that went on the agenda at this previous meeting to raise awareness? Who's elected and who's running for office. I don't know if it's a recommendation again, but I guess that's where I'm going to decide for sure because I'm going to make that decision at that meeting. I'm a little excited about who's going to come out. I've already been given the role of receptionist, so I'm pretty sure (probably) I don't have a name. If the director or Mr. Arquez can get out of all of them, the letters will definitely come up about winning, but I don't think it's the first time they'll be gone from this magic center at the same time, so that would be as futile as I'd expect. Though I want you to leave.

In the second year I've been here, I've never seen that clearly where the director used magic so often. We are the ones who go to work, and the director, who is in charge, is mostly being chased for clerical work and paperwork, so it is also a story that we have never seen anything like it.

It was time for me to eat my own lunch, too, and untie the hands I had put together and put my hands on the dishes and cheeks on the meat. When I looked at the clock and the lunch break was only a few moments away, so I hurried to eat. Eat indifferently with Mushamsha. My lunch break ended without realizing that Sister Harris was looking at me with her eyes open as she tasted the spice fragrance spreading through her mouth and felt it well, but now I'm just going to quietly flatten the dish from what I'm going to do when I get back to the dorm.