The Exhausting Daily Life of an Exorcist in Another World

Blurb:

Seeing an unfamiliar country, unfamiliar streets, and a little boy in a blue suit strolling past her, Francis froze on the spot.

She hadn't died from staying up all night, and there hadn't been a speeding truck. So can someone tell her why she ended up going from New York to Japan just by walking home from school like normal?!

Although New York and Japan are about equally dangerous, these protagonists are a real handful!

Just thinking that she might run into a dead body whenever she went out to eat, and that she'd have to stay in this world where cursed spirits ran rampant for a long time, made Francis feel like life was meaningless.

You don't know what you've got till it's gone. After spending a long time in Japan, she started to find even aliens falling from the sky in New York pretty adorable.

After all, in New York her only job was exorcising spirits, improving her tarot skills, and practicing the piano in her spare time. Fighting criminals and aliens wasn't even part of her job description.

Here, it was different. She had to exorcise spirits, deal with cursed spirits on the side, find criminals, and handle all kinds of clever people (X them out) and troublesome characters...

After all that, exhausted in body and mind, Francis wondered: Was the consciousness of this world really sure it was a good idea to drag her here to save the world?

Little scene:

A certain pink-haired high school student: "Are you really not a jujutsu sorcerer?"

"No."

"Then are you a summoner, or maybe a prophet?" He gazed at her with wide, curious eyes.

Francis thought about the people and things that had come from her cards into the real world, and the divination advice she'd given them. She hesitated for a moment.

"...If you want to think of it that way, I suppose that's not entirely wrong."

Note:

1. Chaotic timeline, OOC warning.

2. Lots of headcanons. No nitpicking.

3. Written for love. Limited writing skills.

Theme: Haven't thought of one yet.