| Author: Natsuni Kotatsu | Original Source: Syosetu |
| Translator: Mui | English Source: Re:Library |
| Editor(s): Robinxen | |
Before I noticed, I found myself in a pure white space. And just like back then, there was light before my eyes.
“Hey, it’s been a while.”
The light addressed me in an overly casual tone.
“I wanted to ask you one thing.”
“Sure…”
“Do you hold a grudge?”
It was such an old thing to bring up, I didn’t understand what was the point. Perhaps this wasn’t the reality (?) like that time, but a simple dream. That said, the voice seemed to hold a tinge of apprehension.
I decided to answer properly.
“I don’t know.”
I’ve experienced all kinds of things. I can’t find a clear answer to whether I’m thankful or resentful.
“I see. Then, can I ask one more thing?”
So there’s more.
Before I managed to retort, the light spoke first.
“Do you like that world?”
“…I don’t know.”
I answered with the same line.
As I found myself unable to come up with another answer, the light spoke.
“Then, would you like to return to your previous world?”
Is that possible?
But before that question even surfaced in my mind, a word had already left my mouth.
“No.”
I rejected it.
“Why?”
Isn’t that obvious?
“I’m not sure about the world itself, but at the very least, I would be sad if I can’t meet the people from there anymore.”
“…I see.”
The voice answered somewhat happily, and my vision started to blur.
Ah, so it’s ending.
Thinking so, I closed my eyes.
“Even with painful and sad experiences… it appears that this world is where you belong.”
The voice that had grown distant contained a tinge of sadness, so I decided to answer.
I thought I had to answer it no matter what.
“I have also experienced fun and happy things there as well, after all.”
Perhaps I was grateful for that.
Unsure whether I managed to actually voice my thoughts, my consciousness was cut.
When I came to my senses, I was in my room.
There was a mirror reflecting my entire body before me.
…Did I have a lucid dream while I was changing?
Uncertain about the nature of the dream, or whether I was even dreaming at all, I dismissed the thought and resumed changing.
Leaving the room, which had been converted into an annex due to the branch’s expansion, I made my way toward the main building.
An owl birdman girl glared at Claude who was earnest and always hard to figure out.
Cathy, with her hound-like eyes, tracked the movements of a squirrel beastman girl as she darted about.
The cow beastman girl, who had the attention of all the guys nailed on her whenever Ria pulled on her slim tail with swaying fur at the tip, inviting a yelp from her every time.
Although there had been an increase in personnel occupying various roles such as reception, administration, and office management, the ambiance remained largely unaffected.
As Ria went on a break, I took her place at the counter and dedicated myself to my tasks.
Individuals devour their meals with determination. Others were engrossed in having fun. A few individuals observe the bulletin board, their expressions revealing their contemplation.
This place truly never changed.
However… change was always happening in some corners of the world.
Entering the branch at that very moment was a boy and a girl, acting curiously. Both bore jet-black hair and eyes tinted with a shade close to deep brown.
As Elize welcomed the two who appeared a tad bewildered, a back-and-forth of words ensued. The boy then cast his gaze around, eventually fixing it upon me.
What graced his countenance was a beaming, untainted smile.
“I knew it! Elves are a must in a fantasy world1!”
How many individuals within this hall truly comprehend the significance of those words?
Masking an inner wry smile, I adorned my customary cheerful expression and offered a bow.
“Welcome.”
Welcome to the Luneville branch.
And — to the world of swords and magic.
Do you require assistance on the path you’re embarking on2?
End.
This is it! And with this, the main story of The Guild’s Cheat Receptionist revolving around the concept of “the world’s trying to somehow drag the protagonist to the front stage” vs “the protagonist that really doesn’t want to stand on the front stage” had come to an end.
I think the only chapters I may irregularly upload here from now on will be everyday stories.
Thank you very much for reading to the end.
