Civil Servant in a Romance Fantasy chapter 215

My name is - 3

My name is – 3

Time seemed to stop for a moment. If I didn’t even hear the sobbing, I’d have thought it had really stopped.

‘This is what it is.’

I feel like going crazy. I even wondered if I might have been drunk, or maybe my ears were on strike because I was drunk. I just couldn’t believe what I heard.

This is an exaggeration. I never imagined that I would hear a confession from Section 1, not from anyone else. I couldn’t even imagine the confession of the three who attacked my mentality earlier, but Section 1 is different.

After going through all sorts of incidents for two years, Mi Woon Jung and Go Woon Jung are the first section chiefs. Rather than seeing it as a reason, I thought it was a relationship closer to family.

‘It was only me.’

Anyway, I think it was a family-like workplace. No, he must have thought that Section 1 was also family. Although the problem is that the family is a couple (planned), not siblings.

I instinctively tried to sigh, but hurriedly bit my lip. If you show a sigh in the current situation, it is the same as tearing the 1st section’s mentality to pieces.

‘I’m already torn.’

Suddenly, I felt unfair. Honestly, I feel like I’m going crazy too, do I need to take care of the other person’s mind?

Of course there is. No matter how reckless and eccentric he is, he is not a subordinate. He was one of the few guys who supported me from the beginning when I had just become manager and the Inspection Department was in a mess inside and out.

I checked the appearance of section 1, suppressing my mixed feelings. Tears flowed without saying anything, and she was sobbing trying to hold back the sound of crying. Just a pitiful figure looking up at me with teary eyes.

On the contrary, not saying anything is more frightening. I wish I could have screamed like before.

“I-I’m Elizabeth… I’m Elizabeth…! It’s not the same name as Section 1, it’s Elizabeth!”

It was bittersweet to think of a voice that seemed to be filled with resentment, but I could still feel the resentment of section 1 director.

Yes, name. Name doesn’t matter How sad and sad it must be if the man you love doesn’t even call your name.

I couldn’t have imagined that I was the man I loved, but I was the cause anyway.

‘I didn’t know it would turn out like this.’

One trivial habit led to a major accident. At least in private, I’ll call you by name.

I let out an unknown number of sighs and took out her handkerchief from her bosom. Now that I look at it, my makeup is smeared and it’s very messy.

As soon as I gently reached out and wiped my face, the director of section 1 saw a weak anticipation in his eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

As long as the head of department 1 had been holding it for two years because of one name. Apologies for not realizing that until his underling detonated it through the power of alcohol.

However, Manager 1 must have taken my apology in a different way, and my expectations quickly turned into despair.

“Ah… Ah…”

Tears began to flow again from the eyes of the 1st section director.

“Boo, manager…!”

“Hey, don’t make any sudden movements!”

Chief 1, who was trembling, hurriedly got up from his seat, but fell down. He had been sitting for a long time, so his legs were weak, and he was also drunk, so it must be difficult to control himself.

Besides, it was such a sudden move that I couldn’t even accept it.

“…Are you okay?”

When I saw section 1 lying face down on the ground and moaning, I sighed involuntarily. Why do you only show such a salty side with repeated hits?

But the head of section 1 didn’t care about my worries, grabbed the hem of my clothes with his still trembling hands, and opened his mouth with a desperate face.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I-I was wrong…”

Chief 1, who suddenly repeated his apology, grabbed my hem tighter. As if I would leave forever if I miss this.

Something is firmly misunderstood. It is clear that I interpreted the word sorry negatively.

But I was at a loss for words when I saw him repeating the same words over and over like a broken radio. I had to explain quickly, but I missed the timing.

“I-I’m sorry for messing around, I’m sorry I didn’t listen, I’m sorry, I keep doing weird… Things, I’m sorry…”

And the head of section 1, who was even more frightened by my silence, began to speak gibberish to the point where the souls of the listeners went out.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t, well, I didn’t, I thought you’d prefer being friendly, family, like that…”

Those words reminded me of the past two years. Section 1, who kept the word that we should be comfortable with each other better than anyone else, and kept it very well.

“I’m sorry for being presumptuous, sorry for intrusive…! I really like the manager, the manager… I didn’t think the manager would see me if I didn’t do that…!”

Even though he was talking, he seemed to be filled with emotions.

Certainly, the more riotous the head of section 1 was, the more attention was drawn to him. I don’t know if that’s the perspective Section 1 wants.

At least looking at it now, I don’t think Section 1 was able to show the desired results.

“From now on, from now on, I’ll listen carefully. I won’t be fussy or presumptuous… I won’t…!”

The longer the first manager spoke, the more I didn’t think to open my mouth.

This is the first time. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen Section 1 so desperate and desperate. Section 1 was the one who tried to show a relaxed smile even when he was nervous, but he was the one who smiled hihi no matter what.

“So please, just give me one chance, just one chance…”

As if it were a lifeline, one of the hands holding the hem of his clothes came up pathetically. And the index finger that stretched out and a smile that seemed like it would break if you touched it.

“I-I-I’ll do my best if you give me one chance, just one chance! Listen carefully, do as you say, be quiet, myn, be quiet…”

“Section 1.”

The mouth that I didn’t intend to open finally opened, but this time, I called it by the name of Section 1, which had been on my lips for two years.

“Really! Really! It really surprises the manager! I’ll do very, very well! So, so…”

Thanks to that, the smile that Section 1 had been trying so hard to put on collapsed in an instant. And the expression of section 1 revealed was strangely familiar. Where did you see that

Yes, it was before the possession. That was exactly the look on the face of a child looking for her mother at an orphanage. The look she longs for, knowing she’s been abandoned, knowing she’ll never see her again.

‘f*ck.’

Why do I have to see that expression again here?

“It doesn’t matter how many times… Please don’t just say you’re sorry…”

Having said that, Section 1 lowered his head and only shook his shoulders.

The sound of crying that followed. I couldn’t bear it anymore, so I heard a cry like a child.

“…Ezebet.”

I covered the coat I was wearing on the back of section 1 and said.

This time, fortunately, I was able to call him by his first name. If it was Section 1 again this time, someone would have died.

And the 1st section manager hurriedly raises his head at my call.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Let’s start with a strange misunderstanding.

Habit of calling bureaucrats only by title. There was a time when that was my jinx.

I’ve been reluctant to call officials by name since I sent them from the north and Hecate left me. All of the people I called by name and got close to all disappeared.

So after that, I only called for positions. Whether it’s a public or private place, whether you’re familiar with it or seeing it for the first time, unconditionally by title.

Yes, it certainly was. It is, but-

“Not anymore.”

It’s safe to say that it’s a jinx. I’m just maintaining it by inertia.

And the habit of not calling your name out of fear of dying? I’m not the grim reaper, isn’t it a jinx that’s hard to last for a long time.

‘If he really died, he would only call the crown prince’s name.’

Gilbert, Gilbert, Gilbert, Gilbert. My son Gilbert. You can shout 30 times a day.

“Yeah, but, Manager, every time by position…”

“It’s just something that sticks to your mouth.”

I don’t know if my mentality is stronger than I thought or if I’m liberated, but the jinx quickly faded.

Especially after he confided in Marghetta, it is safe to say that there are almost none. Some people say that it lasts a lifetime, but two years is a short time.

Still, sticking to your position is simple. It’s just because it’s familiar and comfortable.

“There was no one to call you by name in the first place.”

Just after the end of the war, when he had just become the head of the inspection department. There was no bureaucrat nearby to call by name.

A minister? Even if he can’t do it, where is the crazy bastard who calls his direct superior who is the same as his father by name?

Other general managers? Those people are also much older than me. It’s not even close enough to call them by their names in the first place.

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Not to mention other bureaucrats. Rather, when the inspector general calls me by name, ‘Why does that bastard call me by name?’ You may be scared. Like a child whose name is called by their parents on the day the report card comes out.

“Then why do we…”

I was scratching my head at the image of section 1, who still had tears in his eyes. There’s no reason for that either. It was just comfortable

Ezebet is five letters, Lafayette is four. On the other hand, Section 1 and Section 2 are just three letters. Besides, isn’t it a bit reluctant to call your boss by your real name?

I’m a minister, you bastard.

“I’m sorry. I should have called you by my first name.”

“…….”

Despite my sincere apology, the head of section 1 kept his mouth shut.

I waited in silence to understand what he was feeling. If you mistake my apology for rejection and think of crying alone, you’ll want to run away right away.

But the 1st section manager, who had only been silent a few times, nodded and looked at me.

“So, then, I’m not kicked yet…?”

“Yes.”

At those words, Section 1 broke down in tears again.

I’ll be thrilled.

***

I woke up with a headache.

And the flashy memories of yesterday raged like a storm.

“I-I’m Elizabeth… I’m Elizabeth…! It’s not the same name as section 1, it’s Elizabeth!”

Ah.

“But, still… Not being able to call the man you love by name… Do you know how sad it is?”

Ah…

“I-I-I’ll do my best if you give me one chance, just one chance! Listen carefully, do as you say, be quiet, myn, be quiet…”

Aaaaa…

“It doesn’t matter how many times… Please don’t just say you’re sorry…”

Aaaaa!

‘Crazy!’

My hands and feet trembled and my body shrank at the memories I couldn’t bear.

Crazy. I went crazy because of the alcohol. I poured out without distinguishing between the words that I could say and the words that I had to put up with for the rest of my life.

“I can’t give you an answer right away. I couldn’t even answer the person who confessed to me first.”

And then, the manager’s words came to my mind and my body stopped struggling.

“Like you said, I messed around, didn’t listen, and did weird things—”

“Shy…”

“But I’ve heard a lot about it. I’ll seriously think about it.”

That day, the manager touched the shoulder he had given me.

‘Seriously…’

The corners of his mouth went up with a smirk. The manager said he was seriously considering a relationship with me. He said he would seriously review my confession.

Then the result is obvious. How could the manager turn down a perfect woman like me?

“It doesn’t matter how many times… I’m sorry, but please don’t just say no…”

As soon as I was about to be filled with confidence, I struggled in bed again because of the ugliness that instinctively came to my mind.

It’s over. Her confidence and dignity as my woman were shattered that day. Now, in front of the manager, I have no choice but to live as a thorough weakling.

As she kicked off the futon and started a refreshing morning, her communication device next to her lit up.

“…Who are you?”

I received a call with trembling hands, wondering if it was the manager.

– It’s me.

Unfortunately, he was not the general manager, but a senior.

It just went well. You should tell your seniors that your confession was successful.

…It’s a bit scary having eyes full of flesh, but I got a lot of help from my seniors.

“Senior. I just had something to say.”

– Will? It should be for my family, not me.

“I confessed to the manager.”

At those words, the senior’s eyes widened.

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