Convenience Store Worker From Another World Chapter 17

Episode 17. Counseling Pyeondol (1)

Convenience stores don’t sell resignation letters.

In the first place, a resignation letter isn’t a complicated form that you can buy and sell. Why can’t you just write a line like, “We were dirty together, let’s never meet again,” throw it at your boss, and walk out while whistling? You’re the kind of person I’ll never see again.

Actually, I don’t know because I’ve never submitted a resignation letter. The company I worked for went bankrupt on its own before I could submit a resignation letter. I just answered according to the manual.

“There isn’t any.”

“Then what is there…?”

“There are many things like cigarettes, alcohol, nuts, dairy products, and more.”

“I’m not hungry….”

Yes, it seems so. It smelled quite alcoholic, so he must have eaten some snacks as well.

It was a bit awkward to leave the staggering succubus at the front door, so I brought her to the table and sat her down. I don’t know if this is a convenience store or a temporary rest stop for drunkards.

“… … .”

Let’s sit down, the succubus sat down carefully with her legs crossed and stared at me intently. Judging from the tearful eyes, she seemed to be in a very depressed mood. So she must be looking for a letter of resignation.

Of course, it wasn’t my job, I was just going to do my own thing.

I returned to the counter, took the guest list, and also brought the curse tester. It seemed like my current state was more due to alcohol than lovesickness, but who knows?

“Customer. If you want to stay in the store, you must write this.”

“Ah… That was yesterday…”

“And I’m going to do a curse check, so please hold out your arm for a moment.”

She obediently extends her arm. This succubus seems to have a drinking habit with a rather complex algorithm. Judging from the fact that she looks for a resignation letter in a convenience store, she is clearly not in her right mind, but she listens to everything I say.

There was no reaction even when I pressed it against my arm. I don’t think I’ll have to go looking for medicine this time.

“thank you.”

“Boss. But is there really no resignation letter…?”

“I don’t really have a letter of resignation, but I do have a resume.”

“I’ll come buy your resume after I quit my job….”

Or something like that… .

I returned to the counter, leaving the depressed succubus behind, and looked out at the street outside at 2 a.m. A chilly sight unfolded before me.

The intersection that was bustling just after I got to work had long since become deserted, and only a few pedestrians could be seen if I forced myself to glance at them. It was so quiet that I thought my workday would end in this leisurely atmosphere.

If only I could send that succubus home. The last train has probably already left, so I don’t know how I’m going to get home. Do I have to call a taxi again?

After 10 minutes, there was no sign of her waking up, so I picked up the hangover cure that Chihuahua had thrown me earlier and returned to the succubus.

“Customer, are you feeling okay?”

“It hurts….”

“Try this. People who drink a lot ask for this.”

“Ah… yes. But this… how do I eat it…?”

Of course, drink it with water. Ah, I brought it for nothing.

There are no water purifiers in convenience stores. That means, if you want to give someone a hangover cure, you have to buy water to drink as well. It would be easy if you told them to buy water to drink, but… .

I gave it to her to drink, and I thought that if I was going to give it to her, it would be right to give her water as well. I bought a 600 won bottle of mineral water from the fridge, paid for it, and poured some water into a disposable coffee cup and gave it to her.

“How much are these…?”

“I’m just giving it to you, so don’t worry about it and just have some. I’m thirsty too.”

“…thank you.”

The succubus nodded slowly, then opened the package of fatigue recovery potion, poured the powder into her mouth, and gulped down a glass of water.

Then, as if his head was dizzy from the cold water, he shut his eyes tightly and opened them. As if the cold water had sobered him up a bit, he asked me in a slightly clearer voice.

“Excuse me, boss. But, can I stay here for a long time…?”

No, it won’t work.

There was no justification, but I just didn’t feel like leaving a drunk customer in the convenience store. This was especially true for this succubus. She put a quilt on the counter.

“That’s a bit much. Should I call a taxi for you?”

“Well… I’m short on money this month, so I don’t have money to take a taxi… .”

“Then how much money did you spend on alcohol?”

“I ate it with a coworker… He bought it. He came from a wealthy family.”

“You have good colleagues.”

After that, the succubus, who had been hesitating for a moment, nodded to me again and spoke.

“I, I’m sorry.”

“What is it?”

“At the checkout, I, t… t, did that…”

He was so embarrassed to say it with his own mouth that he stuttered a lot.

“Did you fry the buchimgae?”

“Uh… yes… .”

Her face was as red as a beet. Still, I was surprised inside because I didn’t think she would remember and apologize. Now that she’s come out like this, I can’t help but feel a little embarrassed…

“I’m truly sorry, it won’t happen again….”

“Don’t worry about it. That can happen when you work.”

“Have you been working, boss?”

“I used to go. But I’m just a loner now because it went bankrupt.”

“Ego… what happened?”

My background is a bit strange to explain that. Anyway, why am I talking to this succubus?

Although it is not common to chat with customers like this at convenience stores, it definitely happens. Usually, older people come to the convenience store and say things like, “Hey, latte~” or “The weather is nice, right? I went out to see the cherry blossoms…” and start talking.

I understand. It must be because you are lonely and sad. Your body and mind are getting older, but the world doesn’t age to suit you.

If you complain to the world about why it doesn’t age with you, they won’t listen, so you have to grab someone and complain, but doesn’t counseling cost money?

So, they would probably be looking for a cheap and convenient convenience store. Of course, it is rare for a young adult who has just started working to come here after drinking… .

I decided not to care. If I keep talking to him, he will sober up and then he will find his way home on his own.

“I feel a bit awkward saying that. It’s not a good memory.”

“Oh, yes… I’m sorry. I asked the wrong question.”

“But how are you going to get home? The last train must have already left.”

“That’s right… .”

I can’t pay for the taxi fare. I thought to myself as I looked outside once more.

Under the pitch-black sky, the only source of light was a few red lights from the three-colored traffic lights at the intersection. I could see a few signs for bars in the distance, but if I had the money to kill time in such places, I would have taken a taxi a long time ago.

In this situation, if I send him out, there’s no other way than to wander around for hours. I advised him with a feeling of not knowing what to do.

“You can just stay until the first train arrives.”

“Is that okay…?”

“Please don’t fry the buchimgae again.”

“Oh, that’s not true. Oh, really… .”

The succubus bent down, as if embarrassed, and the back of her suit was seen to be rippling slightly. Her wings seemed to be flapping. Since we had decided to hang out together anyway, I thought I would ask her some questions.

“By the way, what kind of job do you have? Oh, is it wrong to ask something like this?”

“It’s okay. I work at a pharmaceutical company.”

The store manager’s guess yesterday was correct.

“Isn’t a pharmaceutical company a good place? But are you thinking about quitting?”

“Well, this is my first company and I haven’t been working here for very long.”

“yes.”

“I guess things are a bit different from what I expected….”

“What kind of medicine do you want to make?”

“Make a potion. A love potion.”

I was dazed for a moment. What are you making? A potion?

“But what my superiors and colleagues say about love just doesn’t fit with me… ”

I tried to understand this in my own way. A place that makes Ssanghwatang would have to know a lot about the human digestive system, and a place that makes cold medicine would know at least how viruses are formed, even if they don’t know everything about cold viruses…

If you want to make a love potion, you need to know about love. I understand this much. But what exactly is love?

“What do other people at work say?”

“It varies. There are succubi who think it’s difficult like me… and succubi who think it’s easy…”

This is what succubi think about love.

Some succubi think that the feeling they get when their pet dog welcomes them home alone is love, while others easily think that ‘love is a game.’

“I guess there are a lot of succubi at work.”

“I only hire succubi. After all, the potion I make is a potion.”

I imagined it for a moment. What would it be like if succubi wearing various kinds of office clothes were swarming around a multi-story office building? I thought it would be a feast for the eyes. I like office clothes.

Anyway, now that I’ve managed to listen to all these sounds, my feelings are… I don’t know a thing. How can I understand this, after living alone for 29 years?

But what’s even funnier is this.

“But, there’s a problem… .”

“yes.”

“Because I… have never been in love… .”

The point was that this succubus was also a Mosul.

When she said this, her ears turned bright red as if they were on fire and her face was buried in her hands. From a succubus’s perspective, being single seemed to be close to shame. This is the same in our world, too.

I tried to accept this somehow. I joined the company, but I just couldn’t adapt to the company’s work. It was different from what I had thought.

After thinking about it, it seemed like I needed to comfort her. I tried to say something.

“I never thought that the customer would be single.”

“Yes…? Why…?”

“No, that… isn’t she pretty? It’s embarrassing to say that when I’m sober.”

I also didn’t understand why she was single. I don’t know how the other races in this world view succubi, but in my subjective opinion, this succubus seemed like a top-class pretty girl in the city.

On the other hand, the reason I am single is simple. It is because I have the face that should be single. The succubus answered with her face still buried in her hands.

“…Thank you, boss.”

I thought that if I continued talking, only embarrassing things would come out, so I changed the subject.

“So don’t worry too much. If you want it, you’ll get a boyfriend in no time.”

“… Mr. President.”

“yes.”

Although it felt suspicious to ask such a question with such a long tail, I answered anyway. After that, the succubus asked me a question with a serious expression.

“What does the boss think about love?”

Oh well, I’m single??