Chapter 333.1. It’s Magic Time

-Miu’s POV-
Everyone starts to exit the bus one after another. Today is quite lively. The bus is packed to the brim with people.
“Let’s have another drink~”
“Agreed! Let’s drink a lot.”
“That’s a dad joke right there.”
“We should let loose once in a while.”
The ones who stood out with their loud laughter were the tipsy dads: Papa, Ouga, Aburage dad, and Aguni Enraku. All of them are old men. 
Mama stays back with Sora and Mai; it’s lonely, but Tokyo is a dangerous place, so the lower-level mama doesn’t come. Right now, they’re probably having a leisurely tea party.
Mii-chan had prepared a lot of handmade afternoon tea sets! 
I left behind the best sweets, like the supreme shortcake, Demon Lord’s chocolate pudding, Spirit God’s ice cream, and seasonal crepes, even game-level recipes. Mama praised and gently patted my head, saying, “Mii-chan is such a good girl.” Ehehe.
“Oh, Tokyo is so hot.”
“Yeah, I should’ve worn short sleeves.”
“Come on, don’t complain about the heat with this view.”
“Well, drink up. Oh, oops, don’t spill it.”
The four dads were all flushed and completely drunk. They looked like they were having a blast, and it made Mii-chan happy to watch.
“I’ve never seen our fathers so drunk…”
“Dad is so tipsy. Should I take a picture and send it to Mom? Hehehe.”
“Um… is that alcohol okay?”
Yamiyo and others were surprised by the drunken group. But probably, that’s how dads behave on their trips. When adults travel, they usually end up totally drunk when they reach the ryokan.
“It might be better to confiscate that alcohol.”
“I wouldn’t mind having a drink.”
“Kongo-san, thanks for the martinis!”
Approaching with light footsteps, it was the escort party of Kongo-oneesan and Old Man Martini parties. They were wearing down jackets because it was cold, so should we give them some of Mii-chan’s homemade alcohol? It’s just like sweet sake, really!
“We don’t need that alcohol. Even though today is not a working day, we can’t participate in the festival if we get drunk here.”
“The Snow Festival is worth seeing. It might be a wedding celebration for us next year too.”
“Thanks, young lady. Well, it’s embarrassing to be congratulated face to face.”
“Hehe, our wedding is in June next year, so make sure to come.”
Kongo-oneesan and Old Man Martini responded with bashful but happy smiles. Yes, these two are getting married next year.
I’m so happy about the marriage of the people who have protected us like family.
Now, let’s make the most of the Snow Festival for Kongoonee-san and the others!
“What are you going to do, Mii-sama?”
As Yamiyo asked, she set up a tripod and laid down the rail on the ground. I wonder what Yamiyo-chan is up to? Is she preparing for a photoshoot? She’s placing a board on the rail and lying down on it for the shoot. Wow, she’s a pro!
“Well, you see, Mii-chan is going to perform an illusion. Everyone, gather around~”
Nimue quickly made a makeshift stage, and Mii-chan went up, waving her hands to get everyone’s attention.
Papa, other dads, and adventurers, though not knowing what was happening, were full of curiosity and decided to join in.
“What is this? What can we earn from it?”
“Can you cast recovery magic on me?”
“Don’t let this stray dog steal my jerky bag!”
With everyone gathered, I cleared my throat and raised my hand to stand tall.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for gathering at the Snow Festival today. Without further ado, Mii-chan will perform an illusion for us!”
I blushed a little as I looked at Nimue, who seemed to have no idea what was going on. Ranko-san sighed and handed me something in return. 
I accepted it and held it out in front of everyone to see.
“Here we have a Holy Flower, and on the other side, we have some water.”
I showed them, there were no tricks or hidden mechanisms, and the audience nodded in understanding.
After the audience had confirmed that, I coughed again and continued.
“Now, let’s craft this! Here we go!”
-Combine Holy Flower and Water-
-Holy Water has been created-
My hand shone briefly as the Holy Flower and the water fused into Holy Water. The Holy Water fell to the ground with a splash. I had used the crafting skill [Alchemy].
“I forgot to bring a glass bottle… Let’s do the illusion anyway!”
My use of English seemed a bit strange, but even as the Holy Water fell to the ground, I continued waving my hands.
It worked. Everyone would surely be astonished by this illusion.
But no one seemed particularly impressed. They looked puzzled and whispered to each other. They half-heartedly applauded, but it felt more like a formality.
“Hmm… I think they could have been more amazed.”
“Even if you say that… In the crafting magic category, we’ve seen a lot, so it’s not that surprising.”
Kongo-oneesan said with a troubled expression. Well, I wonder if they’ll understand. This is an amazing magic, after all.