Misfortune Strikes Every Day

[Revising] Tsuyuri Masaki is an ordinary high school girl by day. In reality, she's a shrine maiden who has just passed the Magic Users' Association's rental service certification exam. Her childhood friend and childhood sweetheart are so money-grubbing that they try to outwit the prince-like onmyoji next door every day. The strongest monk on land and the witch who commands the 72 demons of Solomon put on a full-scale disaster show every day. Masaki: But!! Why am I always the one who gets the bad luck?! Reader's Guide: 1. An original story disguised as a school romance about magic users. 1v1, pairing: Masaki and the prince-like onmyoji. 2. Includes original settings. Enjoy! Completed stories: My Voice Actor's Wife Can't Possibly Be a Fudanshi! The love between two hopeless romantics couldn't possibly begin after they get married! The Salty-Sweet Man of My First Life: A little sweet treat about a man with a cool, understated vibe. Slowly updating: Modern light novel, Voice Medicine Boyfriend: What's the point of life if you can't sleep with a voice actor? Historical fantasy light novel, The Regent of My Second Life Upcoming: Selfish Love Theory, Chapter 13: A Pretty Tightwad This story's idea was born from a cringe-worthy relic of my past ten years ago. I have to correct my old cringey work with my own hands. A true hero dares to face her old embarrassing work and destroy it! You can stop reading here. Case No. 19090619 The following are excerpts from the interrogation records. Suspect A: Well... As you know, next year marks the 110th anniversary of the birth of the great literary master Osamu Dazai. What? You don't know? "Ah, so this is what the miserable ants are like. The lives of ordinary fools are exceptionally cheap and happy." Ah, I didn't say anything. It was just a deluxe collector's edition of his collected works... Yes, that's right. I'm a little short on cash. Suspect B: That day? Mm... I was at home working on my great invention, of course. Ah, it was just an accident! I mean it! All right, I admit it. The repair costs for that antique clock in my grandfather's study did exceed my budget. That was a miscalculation. Tsuyuri Masaki, utterly despairing, grips the case file written on the back of a poster smeared with sauce from a convenience-store pork cutlet lunchbox. Fighting back her trembling, she turns it over. On the front it says: "Affordable magic users for hire. Welcome to the Tsuyuri Odd Jobs Shop." "The Tsuyuri Odd Jobs Shop?" What kind of name is that for a shop? It sounds like some Showa-era general store... Meanwhile, in the corner, her childhood friend and childhood sweetheart are happily wondering how much money they can extort from the client for the yokai they caught today.