CH 84.2

「Ah, Jiren」

「Ah, master, hello」

Walking up with a cigarette in her mouth was Jiren, a black-haired, struggling manager of the Schenker family.

I waved at her as she hurriedly tried to put out her cigarette.

We’re at a festival, not at work so you can enjoy drinking and smoking to your heart’s content.

「I’m about to buy a crepe, would you like one too, Jiren?」

「Ah, excuse me……」

I paid for the crepe to an uncle stall owner and had a small talk while we waited.

I’ve never seen her free since she was sold to me but……she seems especially busy these days and it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other like this.

「Heh, so you’re in meat quality control now?」

「Yeah, it’s been a whole month since I started. Chicken-san said I hold the second highest position I the Schenker at the moment so there is no harm on being able to do whatever I want……」

「That’s something Chicken would say alright. However, if you find it too hard, I can tell her for you.」

「No……I’m okay with it. I also think it’s a good time to make money.」

「Ah……right」

Her eyes are full of motivation which I find nostalgic. Chicken was once like this.

Chicken would usually be wearing gowns, what would Jiren do with her hard-earned money?

A man?

Well, whatever she spends it on, there’s no problem. That’s something she earned herself after all.

「Thank you for waiting. Be careful, it’s hot.」

「Ah, thanks」

「Thanks for the food」

The crepe with meat in sweet and spicy sauce that I received from the stall owner seemed to be overcooked….but hey, it’s a festival stall so this is how it should be.

I quickly ate it away and parted from Jiren, who said she was going to the headquarters, and started walking again.

I walked past the rows of girls in festival dresses making noise in front of sweets stalls and quickly walked through the shadowy part of the apartment building where it was a little chilly because of the lack of sunlight.

I stopped by one of the Takoyaki stalls, where a rather depressed looking birdkin is in charge of, to buy some Takoyaki.

This was not for me to eat but to give to the people from the clinic, who were at the boxing reception area.

It’s boxing so you obviously need a doctor.

The boxing reception area was supposed to be a rest and healing place for kids who might fall down and scrape themselves.

「Hello everyone, for you.」

「Ah, master, thanks for your hard work」

「Thanks for your hard work」

「Takoyaki」

It seems like the former quack doctor has gone somewhere.

Only the apprentice girls are here.

「How are the participants?」

「A lot registered～, I guess it’s because the prizes are so good.」

「Since a while ago, girls have been bringing their boyfriends and daughters have been bringing their fathers.」

「That much?」

「There are also a lot of shopkeepers who want to check the availability of the prize on display. They are asking if it will be available for sale.」

「Hee～」

I glanced at the receptionist and saw that there was quite a crowd in front of the products I had prepared.

The crowd of people are all looking at an egg-shaped object that is as big as a person’s head, from which bright and joyful music was playing.

That thing is a music box type magic construct.

It was an infinite energy type magic construct that will play the recorded music all the time. It was an experiment I made some time ago and I happened to find it in the storage at home so I brought it here.

Originally, the reason I made it was to replace the bird type magic construct messenger that the military use. This one is a slightly better version and it also has a function that makes it work semi-permanently.

It is said that for a brief moment, there was a talk in the royal capital about the possibility of using it for commercial transactions and intelligence but it was no better than the existing methods in terms and cost and ease of use which made it forgotten until now.

At least the record in it can be rewritten.

However, even such a failed product seemed to be a very valuable commodity to the city people.

Various human dramas were taking place in front of the prize.

「This thing is really nice. It would be great if I have it in my house….right?」

「Haha, I’ll sing you something better.」

「But I like this……」

「Understood, I’ll take you to the opera for your birthday?」

「Please」

「Look at that tall building, it’s gray. Like the color of your eyes.」

「Please」

「The sky is beautiful, it’s blue. Like the color of your underwear.」