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ette who ate it as medicine.”

“Huh? Was that it? Somehow, her knee got better.
Uhm, what does it look like?”

“The medicinal herb is only one plant and it is soft and blue like a foxtail.”

“Where have you been?”

Now, as I pulled my butt off and jumped in eagerly, Aunt Aja began to wave her hands to stop me.

“Don’t even think about going to pick it up.
On the other side of the mountain, I was lucky enough to see it when I was young.
And if the sun goes down quickly, it will be dangerous if you go up there.
I made up my mind to go back, but it’s not there anymore.”

But Aunt Aja’s words of dismay were not engraved on my heart.
I glanced out the window and saw that the sun was still shining.
Wood cutting had already been done by Merson, so there was nothing to do.

If we don’t overdo it and when it gets dark, we just have to come back.
My heart was already firm.

“It’s a medicinal herb, or is there anything else that can cheer the village chief?”

We’re back to square one again.
Uncle Paul exclaimed loudly as if he was tired.

“Ah, a party is the best thing to cheer up.”

“Party?”

“It’s the best if you lay out delicious food and dance or, what was it?”

“Catch some ducks too.”

The atmosphere quickly shifted to “Let’s have a party!” It was a party for the village chief, with all the things the village chief might like.

“I wish I could see the fireworks.
The village chief recounted the story he first saw decades ago.”

“There are no wizards, and there are no magic tools, so we need to find them.”

“I’m just saying this because it’s regretful, how regretful.”

The sparks of this world were, in other words, a magic show.
After shooting the picture that the wizard had envisioned into the sky with magical power, when it explodes according to the signal, it becomes a firework.

However, in this world where wizards are very rare, the chance to see fireworks in a country like this is only one chance in a thousand years.

I suddenly rolled my eyes and looked at Merson.
Exploding fireworks requires a lot of magic, right? Hmm… He’s already having a hard time… yes.

Then Merson looked at me as if he felt my gaze.
Our eyes met.
I couldn’t think of anything else to say, so I smiled at him. What are you looking at, child?

“I can do it.”

“Huh? What does that mean?”

What do you mean? Merson spoke calmly as if it was not a big deal.

“It’s just a spark, is it.”

My eyes got bigger, you, really?

Merson looked at me and smiled.
It’s like saying, ‘Didn’t I do well?’

The villagers became very excited when they realized that Merson possessed some magical supplies.

“If there is a firework, it is perfect! Then please! Let’s all prepare our work and hold a party in three days.”

The enthusiasm of the villagers overflowed with just one story about the fireworks.
I couldn’t even stop Merson from saying no there.