I Was Just Having Fun With The Time Limit - Chapter 65

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In just two months, the Yulimore Patisserie, a collaboration between Yuri and Narmore, had garnered tremendous popularity.
Ultra-premium limited editions.
This strategy proved remarkably effective.
“They’re introducing new menu items that didn’t exist on the continent? Dalgona? Croffle? Something like that, wasn’t it?”
“I hear the taste is nothing short of heavenly?”
“They only sell twenty sets a day.”
“Why? Don’t they want to do business?”
“It seems they weren’t interested in making money in the first place.”
“Then why did they open a patisserie at all?”
“It appears their goal is to share the desserts that bring the Princess genuine happiness with others. The Princess seems to be someone who truly cares about desserts.”
The nobles hired people to set up tents and wait in line.
Limited to twenty people per day.
Countless people made efforts to secure a spot among those twenty.
Then one day, a notice was posted at the Yulimore Patisserie.
[We will be verifying identification documents.]
Yuri had established the principle that since these were desserts for the Princess herself, she could not tolerate hiring substitutes.
“Are they telling the nobles to line up in person?”
“This is absurd!”
The nobles’ resistance was fierce.
“What’s so special about mere desserts?”
“I won’t line up—it wounds my pride.”
Yet Yuri remained steadfast in her resolve.
For a week afterward, customers became scarce, but it was only temporary.
Despite the initial backlash, nobles began lining up themselves, and soon a remarkable spectacle unfolded with numerous young nobles waiting in person.
The area before the Yulimore Patisserie had become a social gathering place.
“Is it something like ‘all are equal before dessert’?”
“They say the Princess is somewhat different from ordinary royalty, and it certainly seems that way.”
“But strangely, it feels quite refreshing?”
It was two o’clock in the afternoon.
Despite being the hottest time of day, this place was not hot at all.
“That’s true. Why is that?”
The reason was revealed not long after.
“It appears to be a new type of magical engineering device.”
“They call it an air conditioner.”
“That’s an air conditioner?”
Numerous nobles spotted the ‘air conditioner’—or ‘AC’ for short—with their own eyes.
Unlike modern air conditioners, it was a mana stone affixed to the wall.
“It seems that mana stone absorbs the surrounding heat, cools it, and converts it into cold air.”
“That’s impossible!”
Among them were nobles who practiced magic.
By their standards, it made no sense whatsoever.
“Fundamentally, the efficiency is far too poor. To maintain something like that, you’d need to employ multiple mages of exceptional skill.”
The cost-benefit analysis simply didn’t add up.
Why on earth would they deploy such advanced magic and sophisticated magical civilization merely for a patisserie?
But then someone spoke up.
“Tsk tsk, that’s not quite right, everyone.”
He was devastatingly handsome, so those few words alone captured the attention of countless people.
He continued with a refreshing smile.
“This system incorporates an inverter mechanism identical to the one applied in the Teisabel Teleportation Gate. Thanks to that, we can achieve remarkably efficient cooling magic with minimal energy consumption. It’s an entirely new concept that didn’t exist before.”
This ‘air conditioning’ system contained an inverter mechanism.
It was a masterpiece created together by Tesleron and Isabel.
But most people didn’t believe it.
“A seven-year-old Princess conceived of something like this?”
It was nonsensical by any reasonable standard.
If a seven-year-old could create something like this, the mages of the Mirotell Magic Federation and the Magic Tower, along with countless professors from prestigious universities, would have created it first.
“Exactly. The Princess created this, yet brilliant mages could not. Quite peculiar, isn’t it?”
But then, someone recognized him.
“Could you be? The, the First Senior Advisor, Viscount Biatonn?”
Viscount Biatonn had also been waiting in line for three days.
After that day, the nobles’ complaints about waiting in line vanished entirely.
If even the First Senior Advisor serving the Emperor hadn’t avoided waiting in line for three days, how could they complain?
A few days later, Isabel asked when she met with Viscount Biatonn.
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Pardon? What do you mean?”
“Thank you.”
“I’m always grateful to you.”
Viscount Biatonn simply thanked her without question or hesitation.
His expression and tone were warm and affectionate.
“What could you possibly have to thank me for, Teacher?”
“Just… everything.”
The word “everything” carried so much meaning within it.
He was grateful for the way Isabel blinked her eyes, grateful that she was breathing, grateful that they were having this conversation.
Even as the sands of the hourglass fell each day, accumulating grain by grain, he was grateful for Isabel, who never lost her smile.
“Goodness, anyone seeing this would think you’re my father.”
“I suppose I think of it that way, at least partially.”
Viscount Biatonn laughed softly.
At that refreshing smile, Isabel couldn’t help but laugh as well.
“In any case, thank you. Thanks to you waiting in line yourself, the nobles’ complaints have completely subsided.”
“There’s no need to thank me. I’m genuinely fond of Yuri’s desserts as well. That’s the only reason I waited in line.”
Isabel knew perfectly well that was a lie.
If Biatone had wanted to, he could have eaten Yuri’s desserts anytime.
He could have eaten them together in Isabel’s room, or asked Yuri directly for them.
The reason Biatone deliberately stood in line was simple.
In fact, a few days ago, he had expressed it to Servant Dailsa like this.
“Even I, the Emperor’s First Senior Advisor, stand in line, so just shut up and get in line too, all of you. That’s just how it is.”
Biatone continued speaking as if he had just remembered something.
“Ah, right. You know about the earthquake that occurred near Linta in the west, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do.”
Linta was a plains region located approximately 400 kilometers from the Empire’s capital city.
It was a territory ruled by Rahela, one of the Seven Kings.
“The damage is quite severe, so it seems support is needed. Volunteers from all over the continent are gathering.”
“Volunteers?”
“Yes.”
Biatone smiled broadly and explained the ecology of this world.
Normally, nobles enjoyed numerous privileges in their lives. Because of this, in disaster situations or disaster recovery situations, the nobles had to step forward first.
That was the principle.
“Wealthy nobles are substituting with considerable relief donations.”
The wealthy nobles contributed money. The poor nobles had to volunteer by putting in their own physical effort.
Isabel asked carefully.
“I could go too! I think I could volunteer!”
“Your Highness?”
Biatone’s eyes widened.
“Yes. I really want to go!”
Though she didn’t say it aloud, Isabel understood Biatone’s intention.
He had deliberately informed her about the earthquake, the damage recovery, and volunteering.
For the Princess—Isabel.
Biatone was the Empire’s Senior Advisor and was very familiar with politics.
He knew all too well how to help Isabel, how she could shine.
‘I knew the Princess would say she’d go herself.’
Though she was only seven years old and appeared to be in her early teens, she still possessed the body of a Villorian.
Because of this, she had strength and stamina greater than most adult men.
‘The Princess needs to become an even more admirable person.’
In truth, Biatone didn’t care whether the Princess shone or not.
She could be admirable, or she could be unremarkable.
To him, Isabel was Isabel, and even if she did nothing, Isabel was still Isabel.
For the sole reason of being Isabel, she was worthy of love.
‘However, in order for the Princess to achieve her dreams, fame and honor are ultimately necessary.’
Someone once said it.
If you become famous, even if you talk nonsense, you’ll be praised.
So Biatone had decided to help Isabel in the way that only he could.
“You seem delighted?”
“Of course! I’m absolutely thrilled.”
“What could possibly make you so happy?”
“I can move my body freely now.”
I was seven years old.
It was an age of boundless energy, yet I found myself somewhat frustrated. The dignity expected of a Princess meant I had to suppress my instincts constantly.
In truth, I wanted to dash about wildly every single day.
Whenever I saw stairs or similar obstacles, an irresistible urge to run and leap would surge through me, and suppressing it was exhausting.
“Your breath must get short and ragged, surely?”
“It must, right? Your breathing must become labored?”
In my previous life, breathlessness was agonizing. No—I had never even been capable of moving vigorously enough to become breathless.
But this body was different.
No matter how much I exerted myself, it didn’t hurt, and even gasping for breath felt wonderful.
“You must be sweating profusely too, right?”
“You’d be sweating heavily and your throat would be parched, wouldn’t it?”
In the Hospital, I had scarcely ever perspired.
I had never moved my body vigorously enough to experience the sensation of sweat pouring down.
“Then you’d be gulping down cold water eagerly, wouldn’t you?”
“Absolutely. I’m going to drink cold water in big gulps.”
“Hehe. It’s a miracle!”
I found myself laughing—hehe—without even realizing it.
Everything that seemed ordinary to others was nothing short of a miracle to me.
But then, my expression suddenly darkened.
“What was I thinking?”
“What’s wrong?”
I let my shoulders slump.
I had just made terrible mistakes. No matter how I thought about it, those words had been wrong.
“The Linta region suffered earthquake damage, and that’s why volunteers were needed.”
Someone out there had suffered greatly. Homes had crumbled, and precious people had been injured or lost.
So many people were struggling.
‘I must have lost my mind for a moment.’
When one focuses deeply on one thing, one forgets another—and today, I found myself resenting this seven-year-old body for that very limitation.
I shouldn’t have been celebrating.
“This isn’t right. This joy is misplaced. I shouldn’t be like this.”
But then I heard Biatone’s voice.

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