“So, I’m really sorry to ask, but could you lend me your help.”
“Well, I don’t know.”
Row made a serious face as Mabel bowed her head in front of him.
“My magic has its limits in terms of quantity and size. It would be quite difficult to create a large number of flowers that would spread throughout the entire kingdom.”
“Also, it’s not something that can be maintained for a long time. It would be unfortunate if it disappeared in the middle of the festival.”
Mabel’s shoulders drooped at Row’s reasonable opinion.
Unable to come up with any plans, she headed toward the direction where the partially destroyed warehouse was located.
‘For now, I’ll protect what’s left…’
While pondering, Mabel remembered Lid’s smile she had seen in town.
The annual spring festival.
She had indirectly ruined it.
‘No matter what, if there is ever a chance, I have to recreate it’
But Mabel’s troubled thoughts were drowned out by the cheers of the people.
Something must have happened again, so Mabel hurriedly ran back to the warehouse, where she saw the iron sphere floating in the sky.
‘The only doing this must be…’ Mabel thought as she pushed through the crowd. And there, in front of the warehouse, she spotted Eugene standing with his right arm raised.
“E-Eugene-san! What are you doing here?!”
Naturally, there were many people around.
Since he was wearing a mask, it seemed that the effects of his charm were not present. But in the first place, Eugene was supposed to dislike appearing in public. So, why is he doing this? Mabel’s eyes widened in confusion.
Meanwhile, the collapsed warehouse was rising up as if reversing time, gradually returning to its original form perfectly restored. The vibrant sequence of events elicited admiration from all around.
“That’s amazing. Is that, by any chance, the power of a mage?”
“I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s incredible.”
A burly man, perhaps a fisherman, sighed in admiration. The reactions of the other people were similar. Witnessing the power of a mage, which they had only heard about in rumors, seemed to evoke more surprise than fear.
On the other hand, despite the continuous praise, Eugene remained calm. Eventually, he noticed Mabel’s presence and maneuvered through the strong men, approaching her.
“Are you okay?”
“Ah, thank you. Are you okay with appearing in public? I thought you didn’t like it.”
Then, Eugene shifted his gaze away from Mabel, who was looking up at him and muttered softly.
“…If it means you won’t feel uncomfortable even a little bit, then so be it.”
“―It’s nothing. Anyway, what are we going to do about that?”
Eugene glanced sideways. At the end of his gaze lay the remains of the burnt artificial flowers.
The problem was still unresolved, and Mabel furrowed her brow again―but then, Eugene’s face, the remnants of the flowers, and Amane, who was unharmed, flashed through her mind one after another.
“That’s right! Maybe, with that, we can do something!”
As if she had suddenly come up with an idea, Mabel widened her eyes.