As the first rays of morning sunlight streamed in, Mo En sat down at his desk, ready to assign tasks to the troublesome members of his guild.
The witch who moonlights as an archer, a psionic master, and a potion master... She can come on missions with me. Otherwise, I won't feel at ease.
The white-haired brat who calls herself the strongest Valkyrie... She can come too. After all, no one can do anything about her habit of controlling the witch.
The headless magical girl... Just kidding, she does have a head... But her nerves aren't up to scratch, so she should tag along and get some experience first.
The mighty, domineering silver-eyed witch swordswoman... Big sis, do whatever you like!
The hot-tempered retired kunoichi and her ridiculously handsome, gentle husband... Please keep handling the guild's logistics, you two.
"Sigh... Every small adventurers' guild struggles with a lack of manpower."
Mo En sighed as he took the only resume he'd received at yesterday's job fair from his desk drawer... Then his face darkened.
"She actually put Chelsea in the name field? Does she think I don't know the Premier League!? And she wrote 'seventy-two transformations' under skills? Tsk... I really want to see what kind of trouble this person is up to!?"
(Some people said the original introduction was hard to follow, so here's a simpler, easier-to-understand version.)
