It's been over 10 days since she joined the Monster Circus.
During that ti, she beca quite close with the mbers.
It was thanks to practicing together on the dirt floor.
However, she didn't beco close with the mbers she couldn't practice with.
There were two people.
One of them was Jobel.
He was said to be a bald dwarf man, but she had never seen him until now.
The other mbers had seen his face quite a bit.
They said it was because of the new Inspira he had acquired, but she couldn't find out the details.
On the contrary, there was a mber who she saw every day.
That was Maya.
Reyna wasn't particularly sociable either, but Maya was even more so.
She always acted as if there were no other people around her.
Even when eating together, she stared blankly into space as if she was in her own world.
A few days ago, when Reyna gathered the courage to talk to her, Maya only replied briefly and ended the conversation.
Still, Reyna didn't feel any bad feelings towards Maya.
She wasn't the only one having difficulty interacting with her.
It had been three months since she joined, and other mbers also found Maya's emotionless and self-centered personality difficult.
Reyna wondered if she had appeared like that to her colleagues in the Golden Carnival.
So when Maya ignored her greeting and passed by last night, Reyna only thought she was a little peculiar, not that she harbored any ill feelings towards her.
But was that her misconception?
Reyna looked at the cat blocking her path.
It was created by Maya.
The mbers said they could guess Maya's mood by looking at the cat's behavior, which often appeared.
The cat was clearly mocking her.
Reyna rembered the cold look Maya used to give her when she coldly rebuffed her if she didn't like her.
There was definitely hostility.
It wasn't a mistake to think that she had ignored her greeting and looked coldly at her yesterday.
Reyna had always been told not to surrender wherever she went.
Although she now knew that it wasn't the only answer after losing to Ella, being rejected by her father, and being taught by Wonderstein, she naturally followed her father's teachings with ingrained habits.
Her determination boiled up.
A cold wind blew on Reyna's face.
"If you block , I'll break through."
It was just a illusion.
It wouldn't be a problem to break it.
Reyna gave a fierce look at the cat and approached the door.
"ow!"
Just as the cat tried to block her, a voice ca from inside.
"How's this outfit? Yurakne recomnded it to Maya a while back, saying it suited her?"
It was Director Wonderstein.
When she heard his affectionate and laughter-filled voice, all the strength drained from her body.
It was a reaction similar to when she stood in front of her father.
The desire not to be hated by the other person firmly gripped her body.
Who am I to interfere?
It's sothing the director accepted as okay…
Then, Maya's blunt and cold voice followed.
"It's slippery. Please change the socks."
It felt like speaking to a store clerk.
Rayna clenched her fists.
Lack of courtesy.
What further fueled Reyna's inner turmoil was the dignified attitude of the Director.
He smiled without any sign of discomfort while receiving orders from a much younger girl.
"Haha, understood. So, these socks…?"
There was a rustling sound of fabric.
Reyna's head spun dizzyingly.
The scene inside was depicted in her mind.
Maya sitting with her legs crossed in front of the dressing table, and the Director kneeling in front of her, taking off her socks and putting on new ones.
She wasn't curious about where the clothes ca from.
She had seen the Director occasionally manipulate sothing in his hat, suggesting it might be related to magic or spatial manipulation.
"How are these socks? The texture?"
"They're good."
Reyna imagined the Director's fingers tickling Maya's soft skin and the soles of her feet.
"This…"
Embarrassnt and envy erupted simultaneously.
To Reyna, it seed like an utterly unsociable girl was being treated well through the Director's favour.
Though she wished to intervene, she lacked the courage.
As she stood there in turmoil, Yurakne approached her.
"Reyna, what are you doing here?"
She held up the allotted number and guides in her hand.
Reyna explained the situation unfolding in the restroom to her.
She thought Yurakne would empathize with this unusual situation.
However, Yurakne knew about Wonderstein's "Dressing Room" ability.
There was nothing extraordinary about what Reyna was imagining.
With a flick of his finger, he could change the clothes of the mbers.
To Reyna, the request to "change clothes" could only be interpreted as suggestive.
Yurakne, fighting back laughter at her foolishness, replied cunningly.
"It's nothing strange. The Director changes my clothes too."
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"Yes, yes?"
Reyna's head spun.
How could Yurakne's clothes be changed by the Director?
She could sohow fit Maya into the category of "young."
She could use Maya's vacant ntal state and lack of initiative as an excuse for childishness.
But Yurakne wasn't like that.
She was a perfectly capable adult.
Why would the Director change her clothes?
Suppressing the urge to laugh at her foolish appearance, Yurakne concocted a plausible explanation.
"Because our mbers' body shapes are different from average, it's impossible to wear ready-made clothes. So the Director asures our body sizes and personally tailors them, which is why he's used to it."
It was an unreasonable excuse upon closer examination.
But amidst her confusion, Reyna could only nod in agreent with the explanation.
"Is, is that so…"
However, soon she realized that it had nothing to do with her.
"Ma, Maya… and Ella…?"
"Oh, Ella has never been dressed by the Director."
At her words, Reyna nodded her head frantically.
"That's, that's right! Isn't it weird? Her?"
At that mont, as the door opened, Wonderstein and Maya walked out.
Reyna gasped as she saw Maya's outfit had changed.
Not only her outerwear and socks but also her skirt and the clothes she wore just above her underwear were all changed.
"I, I…"
Seeing Reyna stuttering with a flushed face, Wonderstein thought she was still embarrassed about the factory tour.
"Miss Reyna, if it's too much for you, you can go back with Miss Yurakne. I'll go in with Maya…"
"Oh, no! I, I love candies!"
Wonderstein chuckled as he looked at Reyna, who had blushed deeply and spoke loudly.
Maya swept away Wally, who was wandering around with a sullen expression.
Yurakne laughed secretly, covering her mouth.
***
The giant dough mixing machine churned, filling the corridor with the scent of butter.
White snow-like sugar poured from the pump, filling the air, while the oven opened all at once, releasing heat that swept through the air.
Inside the factory, there were dozens of pastry chefs and hundreds of workers assisting them.
Boxes filled with colorful fruits passed through the conveyor belt.
Workers with knives skillfully peeled and cored the fruits, filling baskets.
Pastry chefs squeezed cream onto cakes, carved pies into slices, and decorated cookies with fruit.
The sight of dozens of types of cookies pouring out in various colors simultaneously in an assembly line-like fashion was magnificent.
After the tour of the factory, the Golden Carnival mbers were treated to cookies and drinks in the supervisor's office, overlooking the factory's scenery.
The factory manager proudly introduced the cookies they were eating as a new product still in developnt.
"Hehe, who knew freshly baked cookies would be this delicious!"
"Yeah, I've had them a few tis at the villa. It's on a different level of taste!"
"These workers here must be lucky. They get to eat this all the ti, don't they?"
"Look at this. The artisan lady recomnded having it with coffee, and it's fantastic!"
As they began to feel full, the factory door opened.
Visitors began their tour.
The factory manager entered the office.
"Now, let guide you to the 'Gallery.'"
"Oh, is that where the chairman's collection is?"
The Candyman was famous for being a circus enthusiast.
Especially, he heard he was a fanatic about playwright 'Christian.'
To be able to see his collection!
The mbers all stood up from their seats.
At that mont, Ella raised her hand, looking embarrassed.
"I'm feeling a bit unwell. I'll go to the restroom."
"Do you know where it is? Shall I call a guide to take you there?"
"Oh, it's okay. It's just to the side from where the chairman's room is, right?"
Ella pretended to go in the opposite direction from where the mbers were leaving.
And after confirming that everyone had left, she secretly returned to the office.
She wasn't actually in a hurry to go to the bathroom.
She grabbed cookies that were still emitting hot steam from the tray and put them in her hat.
Ability: Inspira-Hat Magic
Target: Ella and Wonderstein's hats.
Effect: Two objects are spatially connected. Put the item you want to transfer into the hat and wear it on your head. Before the item even touches your scalp, it disappears. And the mont the wearer takes off the hat, it appears inside the other person's hat.
Requirent: Ella's favorability x30
She had obtained the Inspira just before being stabbed by the Reaper's scythe.
The hat magic seed like a side act of amusent for Ella on Luz's stage, but then, whether due to the assistance of Wonderstein or not, she beca entangled with him and Inspira.
She was offered a new blessing.
Until now, few people her age had obtained two Inspiras.
It was sothing to be proud of as an acrobat.
Most of all, what was enjoyable was that this ability was connected to Wonderstein.
It was as if the Kirku acknowledged the two as soul partners.
Ella filled the hat with cookies.
Whenever she ate sothing delicious, she kept thinking of that person.
So, she often sent things like this through hat magic.
This ti, she planned to use the cookies as a ans of communication.
She would lead the conversation in this direction during today's regular contact.
'They were snacks from the villa, and they were so delicious that I wanted you to try them. How were they? It's from Slagbrot, a very famous Candy factory. It's a new product that hasn't been released yet. Ah, was that where you wanted to go? Yeah, the owner of the Golden Carnival's Villa is the owner. The pastry chefs ca to the villa and made them themselves. The freshly made ones were definitely different. Did you enjoy them? Mmm, I want to eat them again. So, what I'm saying is, can I propose what I did back then again? Didn't you reject it? Ugh, so you won't recomnd it again? Yep.
'Understood. Miss Ella, could you please accompany for a walk?'
'Hmm, I'm busy… Alright. Since it's you, I'll make an exception?'
Ella chuckled as she looked at the cookies in the hat.
She didn't know that the window of the director's office was a one-way mirror from the factory manager's room.
Candyman sat on the sofa in the factory manager's room, listening to the internal view relayed by his secretary and chuckled.
'Hehe, I would have happily given you the cookies if you wanted to eat them. To hide them in a hat.'
If it was his young artisan days, he would have angrily accused the thief of trying to steal his pastry secrets.
But now that he was old, he found the child's behavior simply cute.
He gestured to his secretary.
The office door opened.
Ella was startled and put on the hat.
At the entrance, an old man dressed in work clothes stood with the support of a young man.
The old man spoke in a stern voice.
"Are you the thief trying to steal my cookie recipe?"
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