Becoming a Mage of the Special Unit in Another World

Edina blinked. It was a momentary fluster.
But then she slapped the desk and laughed. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders.
Her sharp teeth and vampire throat were visible.
Edina could barely contain her laughter as Sunal stood there, looking solemn.
“Okay. I like this side of you, Mr. Sunal, then. You’ll have to take what’s rightfully yours. If you don’t accept, I’ll do it for you.”
Edina waved the bill with Sunal’s report.
Her reddish-black eyes sparkled with life in contrast to her pale face.
“Yes, sir. I knew it, and I asked for it. It’s my right to get what’s mine.”
“I’ll take care of this on my own, you’ve had a long morning.”
“You’ve had a long day, so why don’t you go home?”
Edina smirked as Sunal nudged her.
“I guess my Sunal wants to start writing paperwork from Monday?”
“If I can get off work on Monday, I’ll write up to chapter 3. How about it? I’ll write up to chapter 4 as soon as I can…”
“No.”
“…Ha.”
Sunal exhaled and turned away with his head hanging low.
He sighed at the thought of returning to his seat after a brief field trip this morning.
‘I can’t wait to go home already.’
“Ah, Sunal-san.”
Edina called out suddenly, and Sunal turned to look at her.
“Not what I expected.”
Edina cut off what Sunal wanted with a single blow.
Seeing the look of disappointment on Sunal’s face, Edina smirked.
“I thought your protective glasses were pretty, too, Sunal.”
Sunal’s dull, dead eyes sparkled briefly.
‘You really do know your stuff, don’t you?’
Edina was so strange to Sunal. She’d just posted a report, but she always knew the outcome of a case beforehand.
How else did she know about the glasses he’d given the Medusa?
Better not to know, he thought.
“Thank you for the compliment.”
Despite his words, Sunal looked languid as he walked out.
‘Oh no…’
As soon as he was outside, Sunal stood still and wiped his face.
‘What the hell has happened since Monday?’
He looked up to see his coworker, Lee Rang, who was fending off a centaur who had come in as a complainant.
For some reason, he didn’t want to go out.
‘…Ha.’
Sunal let out a long sigh and approached them.
He couldn’t hear what they were saying, as the magic blocked out the sound of their conversation, preventing it from spilling over into the outside world.
As soon as he was out of earshot, he heard a loud voice.
“…No, I’m going to file a complaint right now, why stop me!”
The centaur’s front paws rose, mane standing on end.
It was angry.
Sunal recalled a typical trait of the centaur race.
Someone had pissed off the centaurs again, like the Medusa incident.
“So if you’re going to complain, please be patient.”
Lee Rang, a fellow goblin, was stopping him, dodging the centaur’s kicks.
Sunal rolled his eyes behind his back.
‘Was it just me and Lee Rang?’
Everyone in the special division for resolving complaints against the Xenomorphs had to be out in the field at the same time, so their seats were arranged in rows like a post office window.
Sitting in a circle around their own seats were Lee Rang, a goblin, on the left, Terisha, a fairy, on the right, and one seat left open for someone to fill in.
“What can I do for you?”
Sunal asked as he slowly approached, and Lee Rang was relieved to see him.
“If you’ll excuse me.”
Before the centaur could get any more agitated, Sunal sprayed himself with the spray he’d just taken from his seat, which was filled with an arousal-calming ingredient.
Chirp!
“What do you think you’re doing…”
Startled by the sudden spray, the centaur exhaled slowly. His mane lowered, and his legs, which had been rolling across the floor, calmed down.
“There are no harmful ingredients, don’t worry.”
Sunal walked back to his seat, held up the sign, and pointed.
Don’t be alarmed, we may spray you with a soothing spray if necessary. It’s a spray that won’t do you any harm, allergies or otherwise.
“Do you understand?”
Sunal asked, and the centaur nodded.
“Thank you for your understanding.”
Sunal bowed his head slightly to the centaur.
“Thank you, Mr. Sunal. You could have gotten us into a lot of trouble.”
Lee Rang thanked Sunal. The strings in Lee Rang’s hands fluttered into petals and disappeared.
That was not magic.
The law required that the grievances and internal disturbances be subdued by force, so either magic or jutsu could be used.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. There was a hint of regret in his eyes.
“What’s more than that?”
Sunal asked again, lowering his voice slightly.
“It seems the citizen is having trouble with his magic tool.”
Lee Rang fiddled with his hair, which was tied back in a messy centaur-drying bun, and his goblin hair, and cut to the chase.
“Magical tools are supposed to go to the Wizards’ Association, not here.”
“Yes, but according to the complainant.”
As he spoke, the complainant glared at him.
There was a lot of pressure on him to speak well. He could still see the anger on her face.
“There’s a problem with my magic tool, and the Wizards’ Association says…”
“I’ll just tell them.”
The centaur interrupted, unable to hold his tongue.
His tone was softer than it had been a moment ago, thanks to the spray.
“My magic tool broke, and I went to the branch to have it repaired, not to the Wizards’ Association headquarters, which, as you know, is a long way away.”
All magical tools were sold by the Wizards’ Association, and they were supposed to repair them.
Sunal had heard it so many times, and it was so obvious every time, that he honestly expected it even if he didn’t listen.
‘They have a monopoly on all things magical, with all the perks and benefits that come with it, and they’re going to say they can’t repair it for some ridiculous reason. Because it can’t be fixed.’
Sunal felt a surge of energy. If nothing else, this might be a chance to spite the Wizards’ Association.
“I admit I made a mistake, I dropped a magical tool, but when I showed it to them, instead of repairing it, they discriminated against me and accused me of breaking it on purpose.”
‘Because they can’t fix it.’
Sunal held back the urge to scoff.
“I asked around, and they said that if I came here, you’ll take care of it.”
‘Wise.’
Sunal felt the corners of his mouth turn up in approval.
The Interethnic Counseling and Resolution Special Unit was created to resolve conflicts and discrimination between different races, and its main goal was to integrate them back into society.
“I apologize for the rampage I caused in my excitement.”
The centaur bowed his head.
“Would you please come this way and tell us what discrimination you have experienced?”
Sunal led the way casually.
As the complainant moved, Lee Rang sidled up to him and lowered his voice.
“As you know, Mr. Sunal is the only mage here.”
Lee Rang scratched at the diagonal hood on his right head that marked him as a goblin.
“I’ll buy you a ku’nk frappe later.”
“You’re welcome.”
Sunal’s reply slowed down a notch.
‘What’s wrong with you all of a sudden?’
I thought to myself.
Part of it was that he had only been here for a month or so, so he wasn’t used to it, but something had happened a few days ago that made him feel uncomfortable, and Sunal found his demeanor awkward.
‘Let’s not worry about it now.’
Sunal forced himself to focus on the matter involving the Wizards’ Association.
“You can tell me all about it now. You may sit down.”
Sunal took a seat hesitantly, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly in an attempt to look friendly.
“Uh, no. I’ll stand, it’s more comfortable.”
The complainant’s expression showed his frustration.
He pulled out his cosmetics from the bag. It looked like a foundation, applied to a round face.
‘That’s a magic tool.’
There were so many ways magic could work, Sunal was reminded of how money-crazed the Wizards’ Association was.
“It’s a magical tool, and even though it’s still under free after-sales service, they said they couldn’t fix it because it showed signs of me stepping on it.”
He looked at it and clenched his fists.
“I didn’t step on it, I said I didn’t, but they said my legs are like of a horse’s, so I could walk on it and step on it or drive by and not even notice, that it’s weird unless it’s that much of an impact, that it’s broken anyway because the magic formula is broken and they can’t repair it and I have to buy it again. …Ugh.”
He exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair as if he were nervous even as he spoke.
“I just kind of dropped it, like a pen dropping on the floor. It’s weak like glass.”
Shitty wizards.
The complainant muttered softly.
“Do you mind if I take a look?”
Sunal suggested, and he covered his mouth.
“…Ha, are you a wizard by any chance?”
“Yes.”
“Wow…”
Her gaze flickered wildly.
“I didn’t mean for you to hear, I really didn’t. It’s just that, I was pissed off, and right behind me was a vampire race, and they said they’d dropped the exact same thing as me… and I believed them, and they gave me a new one because they thought there was something wrong with it internally, and they gave me a refund and coupons for a bunch of stuff, and that pissed me off even more.”
He handed the cosmetics to Sunal.
“I-I mean, we don’t take things for granted. I can definitely feel it, and I can see it.”
“I know. I completely understand. It’s definitely in our hands.”
Sunal soothed him. Maybe a little vaguely, but it was
“We’ll use magic, so don’t panic or freak out.”
“Yes.”
He answered, and Sunal used his magic.
[Explore].
One of Sunal’s eyes flared red as he wrote the words with his mana-filled fingers in thin air. The complainant took a quick step back.
Sunal didn’t seem to mind the strange, unrecognizable gaze, and continued on.
He was used to this reaction.
Sunal could see the enchantment on this tool.
It was colorful magic, similar to the last time he had seen the Medusa.
He knew it was a time when the more colorful the magic, the more it was recognized, but Sunal’s heart clenched every time he saw a tool like that.
How many circles could there be, the basic framework of magic?
‘No, no. Why is something like makeup so complex?’
It would take more than 10 sentences to interpret the symbols, but the key was to find the areas where the makeup didn’t work.
‘You’ve done a great job, but it’s very flawed. There are a lot of disconnected areas.’
Sunal lets out a small laugh.
‘The binding of the glyphs to the mana is so weak that the magic circle shakes if you drop it lightly.’
There are parts of the glyph that must go together, and parts that must not.
It’s like a magnet, N pole meets N pole.
‘How did they sell this in the first place? They must have a wizard at the consumer affairs center.’
As he suspected, the magic circle was already broken, and they must have made up a ridiculous excuse for not being able to fix it.
Sunal cleared his mind and looked at the complainant.
Magic, after all, was a place to communicate with mana, their voice.
Mana could be anything, and they wanted to be anything.
So instead of dazzling them with their favorite symbols and holding on for dear life by shallow means, they had to tell the mana what they wanted, in words, in sentences, directly.
The “Explore” spell he’d just written was one of those things.
‘Mana has a language, and how will this work if I have to communicate with her through symbols?’
Sunal said to the complainant while holding the cosmetics.
“I can’t find any traces of this magic tool being stepped on.”
“That’s because I didn’t step on it, right?”
He smiled for the first time, then slowly clenched his fists.
“There are a lot of misconceptions about me just because I have four legs, but I didn’t realize it until now.”
“I’ve heard.”
Sunal said, a capitalist smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
‘There were a lot of misconceptions that the complainant was kicking someone because he had four legs.’
There were a lot of fights and complaints about this.
Some people actually did kick someone, so he understood, but he couldn’t generalize.
Bam!
The complainant kicked the floor.
“There are still a lot of people who want to ride on my back…”
Her eyes widened slightly as he finished his sentence.
“…I’m sorry.”
‣Easily excited.
Sunal shook his head, mentally going over the characteristics of the centaur race.
“Please write your complaint here, and I’d like you to lend me your magic tool for a moment.”
“Thanks.”
“Would you like me to refurbish it for you? I’ll send it to you by courier.”
“No, please don’t. Use it, and when you don’t need it, throw it away.”
His frown seemed to half-lift.
“Can I… can I come back to you for something like this again?”
“Of course. The Civil Affairs Unit is here for you.”
Sunal blurted out the lie without even wiping the saliva from her lips.
Since Monday.
How would it feel to be out of town on a Monday morning.
‘Wizards’ Association assholes.’
Sunal couldn’t stop the corner of his mouth from creeping up.
It was just as well, he thought.
The Wizards’ Association always had plenty of use for him.
It was the place that had crushed his dreams in the past.