CH 27.2

Chapter 27.2. My Room Definition

“Good tickets for men! Good tickets for women too!”

I don’t need guts or charm. Just click.

I press the [Create] button and plop down. I put my little hands in front of me and start crafting.

A sphere of light appears before my eyes, illuminating my’s face. My double teeth protrude from my mouth as I continue my crafting.

The sphere of light writhed like slime, and after about 30 seconds, the sphere exploded and flew in the air like glittering gold dust.

Then the item box gets filled with the item I had finished crafting.

The item I made was this.

[Rusty Crown (False): You can use [Barrier Protection I] three times a day. When mana gets poured into it, it reacts and glows].

As planned. Event Item [Rusted Crown (False)].

“It went well. I should act as planned.”

I exit from [My Room]. I closed my eyes again, and the space rippled me back to Tamamo’s room.

“Ah, Em-chan disappeared?”

I open the door with a click, and Tamamo jumps in. It seems she was peeking in after all. Waving her golden side-tail, she asks me with eyes full of curiosity. I can’t use it in the presence of others. It was an emergency this time, so I had no choice.

The fox cub on her shoulder also tilts her head, looking curious. But I had already predicted this turn of events. The genius girl Miu always acts perfectly, you know.

I reply with my still developing chest out, ahem.

“It’s the inner workings of my rolling technique.”

It was a perfect theory. I said from the beginning that I’d use secrets.

“Tamamo, Tamamo wants to use the rolling technique too! Hey, teach me!”

“It’s a technique passed down from one child to another. That’s why this technique is a secret.”

“Teach me!”

Using a deception unique to a 9 year old, Tamamo forced me for a while, and Kon-chan licked my face.

Then, after playing for a while, Tamamo’s mom called us to dinner, so we headed to the living room. I, the good little Miu needed to put on a cute act. When Tamamo and I arrived at the living room, hand in hand, we found a sukiyaki pot simmering on the stove.

It seemed to be the Kanto style of eating while simmering. Surprisingly, my mom was also there. They were talking to each other. Haru was there, as was Tamamo’s dad. He had returned.

Tamamo’s dad, who makes magic tools, is a white-collar craftsman who can go home anytime he wants because he makes magical tools in his workshop away from home. I envy him. His apprentices are there, too, but they are eating at other dining halls.

I wonder how they practice making magic tools and such. I’ve never learned anything other than life magic.

“I won’t know until I go to the hospital for a checkup next time, but Haru says his body is feeling better after receiving Miu-chan’s recovery magic. Thank you.”

“Thank you so much, Miu-chan.”

Tamamo’s parents smiled. My mom is also smiling, but there is a bit of a shadow on her face. The magic I used was not good.

If you think about it, it’s a disease that requires Elixirs. But since it’s listed as Disease I, it should be easy to cure it.

Come to think of it, in the novel. There was a sticky-tempered event where the heroine competed to nurse him.

But isn’t this a little weird? Some of the heroines were recovery magicians. It’s not surprising that they could heal with recovery magic. If you say it’s a novel, you’re right. Could it be that magic that heals abnormal conditions is rare?

Did I do something wrong? No, this is no time to joke around. But let’s set this aside for a moment.

With big smiles on their faces, Tamamo’s parents thank me.

“Tell me anything. I’ll do anything to thank you.”

“Sure. Anything you say.”

“Well, then show me your magic tools! And I want the Elixirs!”

Elixir. I’m interested, but some events require more.

“I thought, you can get it in exchange for the magic tools, right? Would you like to exchange it for a Rusty Crown?”

I fidget and intertwine my fingers to make the request.

“Hmm, Elixir, huh… I don’t want to show [Yggdrasil] an opening, but… I don’t need it anymore, and I’ve always thought it was suspicious. Let’s collect it as evidence.”

With a hand on his chin, Tamamo’s dad hesitates, but nods. Well, he’s been refusing until now. No wonder. If I replace it here, no point in me fixing it. But he’s thought of another use for it.

Good, it makes sense. I have to let go of the Rusty Crown.

In the game, in the future, it belonged to a bandit in a slum. It’s a bad sign, isn’t it?

So the Joker has to let go.

In the past, let’s say that future events get altered.