As a veteran employee of the reception office under the Magic Kingdom Examination Institute, Receptionist No. 7 had always enjoyed a reputation among her colleagues for being "capable."
Of course, being recognized or even praised in daily life was a good thing, but in the workplace, Receptionist No. 7 would rather not have had this so-called "good reputation."
Thanks to that "reputation," her supervisor always assigned her especially exhausting work, while colleagues constantly came to her with tasks they could not finish or did not know how to do. Work that required overtime also inexplicably kept landing on her shoulders.
Although the Examination Institute was jointly subordinate to the Magic Affairs Institute and the Research Institute, so overtime pay was never lacking, with her workload constantly increasing like this, even the most diligent person would feel discouraged by work that could never be finished.
And because she spent so much time working overtime that Window No. 7 had practically become her personal workstation, she had acquired the unflattering nickname "No. 7." Today, a colleague who should have been on rotation leave had suddenly run into an emergency, so naturally she had filled in, handling recent qualification certification registrations at the reception office.
The reception office was located in Luen Nore's Academy District. It now served as the registration point for qualification certification, the final checkpoint magical girls had to pass before taking the assessment.
"Sorry for the wait. Everyone's personal information has been verified and entered into the internal system. Thank you for cooperating with our work."
She slid the admission tickets through the window, forcing herself to fight off the drowsiness from several days of overtime as she widened her eyes and gathered the remaining documents at hand. At the same time, she gave the several magical girls before