Volume 1 - CH 11

Cyclo then gave Count Ikkemen a full demonstration of the repairs.

When he finished, it was just about lunch time.

“Well, that was a great job, Cyclo.”

“Thank you!”

“Really, It’s a shame. If only you weren’t a watchmaker, you could have been the magical tool technician that everyone wanted …… No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“…… No. Even so, I’m still going to do my best to become a great watchmaker.”

Count İkkemen was very complimentary, but this only served to emphasize Cyclo’s misfortune in becoming a “Watchmaker”.

“–I’m getting off topic. Anyway, thank you for today, Cyclo. You showed me something good.”

“No, no, no. If it’s a request from the Count, this is nothing at all.”

“Ha ha ha!”

The Count changed the subject and switched the conversation.

“It is almost lunchtime. Is Cyclo going somewhere to eat?”

“No. My mother made me a lunch box–“

Then Cyclo goes through his luggage.

“…… Huh? There’s no lunch box.”

“Hoh. Well then. As an added reward for showing me your repair work, I invite you to lunch.”

“N-No!? I can’t do that! I didn’t even do that much!”

Cyclo hurriedly refrains.

“I see. Well, I don’t mean to be unreasonable, but–“

And so the question-and-answer session of lunch invitations and refusals continues several times.

Then Cyclo suddenly realized something.

“–Huh? Someone is approaching again?”

That’s right. Cyclo sensed the presence of a clock again.

And this time, the presence of the clock was a familiar one.

“This sign is …… Oh, I see.”

“–Cyclo! You forgot to bring lunch, you know?”

Opening the door vigorously and entering the room was Cyclo’s mother, Sarina, after all.

“Thank you, Mom.”

“Ufufu. Seriously, Cyclo. You are so careless. Geez.”

Sarina pats Cyclo’s head.

“Oh, your mother. You look so young.”

Count İkkemen, who was watching the situation, muttered.

Then, Sarina reacted to this and turned toward Count Ikkemen, and then — her eyes widened.

“–Oh my!”

“Hmm? Is something a problem?”

“N-No! it’s nothing!?”

Cyclo tilts his head when he sees Mother Sarina, who is acting strangely in her tone and appearance.

“…… Mom? What’s wrong?”

“C-Cyclo! Anyway, I gave you my lunch, okay!!”

With these words, Sarina left the room in a hurry.

“…… I wonder what’s wrong?”

Cyclo’s question was answered at the dinner table when he returned home that day.