Ch.125Chapter 125 – Customer, Would You Like to Get Hit?

After finishing my conversation with Shureka, I headed to where the festival was in full swing.

The first place I wanted to visit was the booth where Mina and Elena were participating.

I’m not sure why they dressed up so elaborately… but thanks to that, I got to feast my eyes this morning.

“Hmm?”

But something seems off.

Why am I hearing sounds of distress from inside the booth?

I entered the booth, which had already started business, to satisfy my curiosity.

The first thing I saw upon entering were Mina and Elena.

Looking at their faces, they seemed quite flustered, as if something had happened.

What could be wrong?

Looking around, there weren’t many customers in the booth yet.

I approached Mina and Elena and asked what was going on.

“So, all the magical tools for confectionery are broken, is that right?”

After hearing Mina and Elena’s explanation, I understood what had happened.

Magical desserts—a fusion of magic and confectionery.

Just hearing about it makes me want to try some.

But the magical tools are broken, causing a temporary setback in production?

“Y-yes, that’s right. We can’t just go buy new ones right away because… these tools were all researched and created by us personally…”

Hearing that they had researched and made the tools themselves, I understood why they were so troubled.

They weren’t commercially available products, but magical tools they had created specifically for what they wanted to make.

Did one of them have crafting skills?

Or perhaps a student from another department with good handiwork made them?

Either way, it was clear they had enough passion to create magical tools just for desserts.

I imagine people at other booths must be equally enthusiastic about participating in the festival.

‘If I had used the World Tree as an excuse to run away, it would have been a disaster.’

Anyway, about these broken magical tools…

‘Can’t I just use my ability to repair them?’

Now that I’m here, I can’t just ignore the situation.

Besides, Mina is my favorite heroine.

It’s not just about her physical attributes; her existence was truly helpful when I was playing Eracro.

‘Just as she helped me in the game, it’s only right that I help her now.’

I looked at the two who were still pondering what to do and spoke up.

“Could you show me where the broken magical tools are?”

“Pardon?”

“Didn’t you say you can’t serve magical desserts to customers because they’re broken? Shouldn’t we fix them as soon as possible?”

“W-well, yes, but…”

What’s this? Why are they hesitating when I could fix it?

“If I can cure incurable diseases, destroy demon swords, and fix various other things, don’t you think I can repair magical tools?”

“Ah! That’s right. Count Severio can fix anything, can’t you?”

It seems Mina and Elena were so flustered by the sudden situation that they had forgotten about my abilities.

Well, when people are suddenly surprised, they typically lose the composure to consider their surroundings…

In that sense, I shouldn’t blame them for not recalling my abilities.

When people are flustered, that’s just how it is.

“I’ll guide you! Please follow me!”

Elena stayed behind to explain the situation to the customers, allowing me to follow Mina deep into the booth.

I entered the workshop where the magical desserts were being produced.

“This is bad. The magical tools suddenly stopped working.”

“Could it be the output control dial that’s broken?”

“Maybe we raised the output too high trying to learn quickly in a short time.”

“Ah, if only we had made the mana wiring more dense.”

Upon entering the workshop, I saw a female student who appeared to be the developer of these tools, trying hard to fix them.

But despite her efforts, there didn’t seem to be much progress.

“Everyone, please step away from the tools for a moment! I’ve brought Count Severio!”

“Huh? Mina?”

“Count Severio, what brings you here…?”

People looked surprised when I entered the workshop.

Most were wondering why I had come all the way here.

“I came because Mina and Elena said they were doing something at this booth, but it seems the situation isn’t good.”

“Ah… yes. As you can see, the magical tools are breaking down…”

The female student explaining to me was looking at the magical tools with worried eyes.

The condition of the tools didn’t look particularly good at a glance.

I thought they might have good craftsmanship since they made the tools themselves, but…

‘No, what am I thinking?’

What I should be doing here is not belittling their efforts.

I should be helping to ensure their hard work isn’t invalidated or undervalued.

“Since customers are waiting outside, let’s repair the magical tools right away.”

“What? You know how to repair magical tools too?”

What…? Asking if I can repair magical tools?

“I thought you only maintained equipment, but you can fix magical tools as well?”

Ah, I see. So they think I’m someone who can only repair equipment.

Hmm, it wouldn’t be bad to show them a new side of me on this occasion.

I transformed my bracelet into a hammer.

“Oh my!”

“Ah, that startled me.”

Some of the female students seemed surprised when a hammer suddenly appeared in my hand.

“You all are very fortunate. Today, right here, you’ll clearly see and feel what my ability is.”

I stood in front of the broken magical tools.

I raised the hammer in my right hand and lightly struck each tool three times.

The magical tools I struck with the hammer became enveloped in light and began to return to their original state.

“Ah…”

“So this is… Count Severio’s ability…”

All the female students in the workshop were alternately looking at the hammer in my hand and the perfectly repaired magical tools.

How does it feel?

To witness with your own eyes an ability that defies common sense?

“They seem to be fixed, so why don’t you check them?”

“Y-yes! Right away!”

“The output is normal, and they’re functioning properly!”

After I fixed the magical tools, the students in the workshop rushed to check their condition.

After about 5 minutes of inspection, they confirmed there were no issues with the tools and resumed making desserts.

“Thank you, Count. Thanks to you, we’ve overcome a crisis.”

“It wasn’t anything difficult…”

I left the workshop with Mina.

But then…

“I apologize, but our magical tools suddenly malfunctioned, so there will be a delay with the desserts.”

“What do you mean, delay? I came here to eat desserts! Shouldn’t a dessert shop be prepared for these things in advance?”

Some troublesome customer had entered the booth and was shouting loudly.

Judging by his attire, he didn’t seem to be a commoner, but rather a nobleman.

Why was he taking out his frustration on poor Elena?

“Hey, miss. Why is the customer service here so lacking? Huh?”

“Um, what do you mean by that…?”

“When a customer arrives, shouldn’t you greet them with a bright face saying ‘Welcome~!’? And if your magical tools break down, shouldn’t you either make the desserts by hand or check the tools in advance to prevent breakdowns?”

Hmm. The first part is understandable, but the latter seems a bit unreasonable.

What if they break down despite prior checks?

“I-I’m truly sorry. But the magical tools will be repaired soon, so we’ll serve your ordered dessert as quickly as possible…”

“Ah, seriously, how noisy. Huh? Stop making excuses and give me compensation, compensation!”

“Excuse me, you haven’t paid for the dessert yet…”

What? He’s asking for compensation when he hasn’t even paid?

“How dare you talk back! Huh? Do you know who I am?”

“Who are you?”

Before the situation could escalate, I stepped forward and stood in front of the troublesome customer.

“What? Who are you, some Eastern nobody who rolled in from somewhere?”

“Rolled in from somewhere? I’m a proper Imperial noble.”

I showed him the emblem symbolizing my status as a Count of the Gelebrio Empire.

“Ha, you like nobles, don’t you? How can someone from the Eastern continent become an Imperial noble? These people here just lie whenever they open their mouths.”

But this troublesome customer didn’t seem to believe me.

Hehe. But I’m not flustered.

Getting angry here would be something only a third-rate person would do.

As the old saying goes, this is the perfect remedy for a madman.

Looking at the troublesome customer, I transformed my bracelet into a hammer.

“Sir. Would you like to get hit?”