CH 6.03

I cried out loud, my eyes twinkling. Come to think of it, the fountain pen Lacius gave me was also a magic item. So giving him a magic item too seemed like a pretty good idea.

“Where can I find wizards?”

“Usually, you have to go to the wizard guild to hire them. There is also the Imperial Ministry of Magic and the Court’s Ministry of Magic Investigations, but they do not accept personal requests.”

Well, It was possible for Lacius since he is an archduke, but I am not.

I was deep in thought. We’re already engaged, and it doesn’t seem like it’ll take more time from here.

“Can’t we just buy ready-made products?”

“Ah, it is possible. If that’s the case, you can visit the workshop attached to the wizard guild.”

It was Sir Wilhelm who answered this time. I turned my head toward his direction.

“Do you know the location of this workshop?”

To actually see the magic of other wizards with my own eyes!

I was a little excited.

Magic is the essence of a fantasy world after all.

My magic is also amazing, but my heart was pounding in anticipation of how many more special things there would be.

“Of course, I know. I can guide you there if you want.”

“Please do so!”

I sprang in excitement. Dame Catherine, who followed me, gave me a cautionary note in a husky voice.

“However, there are precautions when entering the magic workshop.”

“Precautions?”

“Yes. No swords or other blades are allowed to be brought in there. They can detect weapons through the detection magic, so we must leave our swords at the entrance before entering.

“Aha. Alright.”

Detection magic? What a foreboding name.

I nodded my head calmly on the outside, but I was actually breaking out in a cold sweat. I guess I’ll just bring my magic pen. I can’t bring Cat or Juliet. What if someone like a grand wizard suddenly shows up and notices that they’re painting magic?

“Let’s go. Before Lacius gets off work!”

As if the visit to the magic workshop was some sort of espionage, I secretly finished getting ready. Even if it was difficult for my relationship with him to last longer, I wanted to give back as much as I received.

* * *

Surprisingly, the magic workshop was right next to the clothing line, Titania.

They said it was a road full of artisans, but I didn’t expect there would be magic item artisans among them.

Now I understood why Peridot coveted the teahouse and the building so much.

“Put your swords down here.”

Relatively young wizards were standing at the entrance of the magic workshop. The dark blue robes they were wearing had constellations embroidered on them, which were dreamy and pretty.

“Is that a robe that only wizards can wear?”

Unable to overcome my curiosity, I whispered a question to Dame Catherine as we went inside. And she immediately returned an answer.

“That’s right. Blue is worn by apprentice wizards, purple is worn by beginner wizards, white is worn by intermediate wizards, and silver is worn by advanced wizards.”

“I see, that’s amazing.”

They’re guarding the entrance of the workshop because they’re apprentices. I nodded as I understood the wizard’s system.

“The workshop is right this way.”

There were a lot of doors in the building, which seems to be offices, but the workshop was at the end of the hall. When Sir Wilhelm opened the door, a strange smell spilled out of the workshop. If I had to describe it, it would be like pouring a lot of tangy orangeade into a perfume.

I twitched my nose and looked around.

“Whoa, what is this?”

A variety of items were randomly piled onto the shelves. If Juliette sees a mess like this, I’m sure she’ll want to clean it up immediately. I don’t know whether they organize them like that because they were all a failure or whether they were a success but just not very valuable.

“A spring that bounces forever…?”

Approaching the front shelf, I put on a confused expression as I looked at the spring bouncing like a frog. I’m not sure where that might be useful.

When I took the MBTI test, I always got an INTJ. The careful, strategic, logical, and cynical type.

Perhaps to survive in extreme poverty, I had no choice but to become that way. Seeing and appreciating lovely flowers or artworks is a right reserved solely for the upper middle class.

I had to live every day like a dog.

Therefore, I had some difficulty understanding why anyone would work hard on useless things.

For example, something like this.

My face deepened in confusion as I saw what was next to the spring that was moving by itself.

“A palm tree that will dance happily…?”

Of course, not everyone in the world has to be like me. How bleak would that be? Besides, now that I am wealthy, I have a lot of time for leisure.

But this was really weird.

I alternated between the small potted palm tree and the explanatory card below it.

“Please pet the palm tree. Then it will dance excitedly.”

…Should I try it? Before I could finish my thought, my hand had already reached out.

I moved my fingers as if I was scratching Cat’s head. The palm leaves soared up within seconds.

“…….!?”

As soon as I removed my hand in surprise, the palm tree waved its leaves and began dancing.

‘Oh, I’m liking this more than I thought.’

The palm tree fluttered its leaves and head-bang so excitedly that it also made me excited. If I fail to find anything worth giving to Lacius, I’ll buy this instead.

For some reason, I had the feeling that Juliet would like it very much.

Once I took the pot in my arms, I quickly look for the person in charge of the workshop.

“Hey, is anyone there?”

But no one answered no matter how many times I called. Just as I was about to get impatient, Sir Wilhelm pointed to a dusty corner.

“They might be behind that, I’ll go check over there.”

“Yes, please.”

“Please excuse me.”

“Alright.”

Anything could happen in the wizard’s workshop. Although I was complacent, I looked through the shelves and took something I could use as a weapon.

Well, it wasn’t anxiety, it was just preparation. A simple and trivial preparation.

“I heard that the person in charge is away right now.”

“……!”

And at the next moment. As soon as I heard the smooth voice of a man, I reflexively slapped that person with what I was holding.

“…Oh, that’s pretty aggressive, Lady.”