[Stage-Sub2] Prelude
A beautiful night with a full moon floating in the sky. I sat in a dark room without turning on the lights, feeling anxious about my situation.
Six months had passed since I made a one-year promise with my damn father to “create a magical tool surpassing him” for the sake of my goal, but I saw no progress.
Even when I drew blueprints, the resulting magical tools were barely different from my father’s past relics. I’d make something, be dissatisfied and reject it, make something and reject it, make something and reject it, make something and reject it…
“Ah… damn it…!”
Unable to contain my frustration, I slammed my cup on the table.
The target of my anger was myself.
“…Why did I even think about that for a moment…”
Today, for the first time in my life, I felt disgusted with making magical tools.
I couldn’t help but feel ashamed of myself.
Since childhood, I’ve been pouring time into creating magical tools, aiming to be like my father, an incredibly skilled mechanical engineer.
Hobbies, love, all those experiences other kids probably had – I never touched any of it, focusing solely on magical tools.
All for the dream of surpassing my father and working at the Luludahn Workshop.
That feeling undoubtedly still resides in my heart.
“And yet…”
Why is it that the more I grow up, the further my dream seems to drift away?
Childhood was better. I could just relentlessly charge towards my dream.
Now it’s different. I need money for food, clothes, and a place to live.
And creating magical tools costs money.
Material costs, tool maintenance fees, and so on…
The reason I always wear the same clothes is that I have no money, and I don’t buy drinks other than water because I have no money.
“If you work at another workshop, you’ll get paid and can still create magical tools. Why not hone your skills there?”
I hated how such sweet thoughts and reality were slowly creeping in.
More than anything, I was angry at myself for almost giving in to such reality.
Was this the extent of my passion for my dream, my goal… I felt miserable.
“Sigh…”
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No matter how much time passes, my damn father still won’t acknowledge me, and the promise deadline is approaching.
I don’t intend to stop creating magical tools.
I don’t want to give up on working at the Luludahn Workshop… under my father.
But the reality is that I’m stagnating.
I only argue with my damn father; when was the last time we had a proper conversation?
My heart wears down from the lack of progress in my daily life, and only weak thoughts come to mind.
“…I should just go to sleep now.”
Staying up any longer would be a waste of time.
I’d just end up brooding and feeling more depressed.
“Ah… I wish someone would appear with a generous budget, letting me create whatever I want…”
…Well, that’s impossible. Such a fairytale.
Even though I’m Dude-Luludahn’s daughter, I’m a mechanical engineer who doesn’t belong anywhere and doesn’t sell any works.
Where would I even get such a request… Ah, well.
“No good… I should just sleep now.”
I don’t even have the energy to lay out my futon.
I fold my sitting cushion in half to use as a pillow and lie down on the hard floor.
At this moment, I still didn’t know.
That such a fairytale would become reality, changing my life forever.
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