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51. The graceful morning of the staff of the Mao army

About two weeks have passed since I repelled the Phoenix Party.

I'm a floor boss in the tenth tier, and I'm also a staff officer, so planning strategies and so on are my duties. I'm working to help you carry out operations.

I can say that I live a fulfilling life every day.

Kash, a hard worker, is cute and gets along well with Mira, a beautiful vampire who is a good friend.

Seeing the how I defended against Phoenix Party gave me the opportunity to interact with people who were skeptical about my abilities or who held my attitude back.

The demons of the first to fourth layers knew my black magic, but those of the fifth and lower layers did not know it. It's impossible to accept a person who was suddenly selected as a staff member.

Recently, I've been talking to many people regardless of class.

Well, I was officially recognized by the staff of the Mao Army, and I was admitted to the staff dormitory.

There were different buildings prepared for different races, and the ones I entered were for wizards.

Wizards are physically only about corners apart, so buildings are built the same way as people do.

If it were a mermaid or a bird, it would be different.

Being an adventurer, I couldn't have a fixed place to live, and it was strange to have a "room" like this.

Some adventurers build luxurious residences, but as long as they are adventurers, they are like villas.

It's hard to stay in one place because it's a job to dive into a dungeon while moving from place to place.

It's a sense of security or stability to settle in one place. I was enjoying it.

Of course, my day starts with getting up.

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My consciousness connects to reality. a half-sleeping, hazy state.

Even so, I will release and adjust the black magic I put on myself.

The mattress is fluffy and the sheets are slippery. The futon is fluffy and light, and when wrapped, it feels warm and comfortable.

"Uh...

I was hugging something.

Is it a pillow or a half-round futon?

It's soft, warm, and comfortable.

It's soft and feels great.

'Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,'

I hear a voice that makes me feel like I can't stand it.

Something smooth tickled my face.

But it smells good.

When I moved my head as if rubbing my forehead, I felt a twitching.

"Oh, let's do it, let's do it, let's go, let's go.

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I don't mind if it's a pillow or a futon, but why is it talking about bedding?

Also, I feel body temperature and heartbeat?

Do you have hair or two bulges?

If it's stuck, can I rub it?

I check the situation with a complete awakening consciousness, hoping that I will wait for the rapid cooling of drowsiness and that I will still be half asleep.