The Magical Girl Association was a concentration camp for corporate drones.
Or maybe a graveyard.
Just standing in front of its entrance made me feel the air of death. It was only morning, yet shriveled, exhausted "zombies" could already be seen shuffling out of the Association building...
Of course, there were no actual zombies.
They were merely employees who had worked through the night, but their workload was clearly excessive.
After all, the Association was an independent organization beyond even national law. From that perspective, it really did need some oversight.
SpiCa could choose to work overtime, but she should not force the Association's employees to do the same. Otherwise, how was she any different from a predatory corporation?
Sighing over the hardships of corporate drones, I led Azura and the others into the branch building.
The receptionist was the same woman I had seen before. She seemed rather energetic...
"Good morning, Miss Miluno! Ah~ and the adorable little girls too!!"
Actually, she was a little too energetic. Had she been drinking black coffee this early in the morning?
"Morning. Today, I—"
Before I could finish, she cut in.
"You're here to see Director SpiCa again today, right?"
"Yeah. More accurately, she called me here."
"Just a moment~ Let me check..."
Her work efficiency was quite high, and she had an answer after a brief confirmation.
"Mm~ Please wait here for a moment. Someone will come down to receive you~"
"Would the two little girls like some lollipops~?"
While we waited, the receptionist leaned over the front desk and handed candy to Azura and Barbara.
Goldie did not look like a child, so she was not given any candy. She stared enviously at the girls' lollipops, drooling.
Tap, tap, tap—
After we stood at the front desk for a while,