Wish on the Star-Filled Sea Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

Chloe: Erm, I’d like for all of the world’s cutest, sparkliest, awesomest fabrics out there!

And then I’ll make tons of clothes for the other wizards and the Sage!

Shylock: Hmhm, how sweet of you.

I’ll prepare the most top grade of cocktails–Tanabata edition. 

My wish is for everyone who wishes to drink it to come visit my bar. 

I’m looking forward to seeing who comes.

Snow: May White and I be foreeever together!

White: May Snow and I be foreeever together!

Bradley: I’d like for my affliction from the Great Calamity to be healed alre…ah, ahh…

Snow & White: …!

Bradley: ACHOO!

Snow & White: …And that’s all for the Northern wizards’ wishes!

Faust: May I spend more peaceful days. 

Nero: Same.

Shino: Hey, think of an actual one. Heath’s gonna feel awkward now. 

Heathcliff: Uhm, well, I’m actually fine with that wish too!

Shino: …May I be able to prove to the other wizards that the Eastern wizards are the strongest of all.

Faust, Heathcliff, & Nero: Uhm, counterproductive much…?

Arthur: We wish from our heart,

Riquet: for the Sage and their wizards,

Cain: at their Tanabata party,

Arthur, Riquet, & Cain: To have a blast!

I could feel the smiles around the room as we watched the dozens of wishes and thoughts play. 

Murr: And the results are…!

The winner of the first “Tanabata Celebratory Emperor Showdown” is…Figaro!

Mithra: Booooo.

Owen: Booooo booooo.

Akira: (The jeering’s already started…)

We’ve finished the majority of the wishes. Murr lets out a loud cheer after raising Figaro’s hand.

The other wizards did their best, but they couldn’t catch up to the running stream that was Figaro granting wishes wherever he flowed. 

Figaro: Thank you. I’m glad we all had fun.

Rustica: You’re so strong, Dr. Figaro. It was so entertaining watching the wishes of the others that I myself became entranced, alas.

Rutile: Same here. And since they were all wonderful wishes it was hard having to choose which one to start with first…

Murr: Ah, that wish Oz granted was so funny! Lennox’s “I wish for my sheeps’ sleeping bay to be made anew.”.

Lennox: Lord Oz, thank you for your work. You made an outstanding castle of a cubby.

Oz: Of the humans I’ve observed, the one’s who had nicer skin were the ones living in castles, not villages.

I thought  your sheeps’ fur would become more lustrous if they too could live in a castle.

Lennox: …I can’t wait. 

Akira: I’m still so amazed by how many wishes you guys granted! There were so many hung up and you granted pretty much all of them!

I wonder what sort of faces everyone will make when they come home!

Mithra: Honestly. They should grovel before me in gratitude.

Owen: If it weren’t for the desserts I would have gone to my room ages ago.

Even though they’d grumble from time to time, Mithra and Owen still stayed at the party. 

It seems they’ve been snacking on cookies and drinking cocktails while watching the saved wishes and granting numerous of them on a whim. 

Murr: Player Figaro, give yourself a pat on the shoulder! Say something to the audience!

Figaro: I know we have some unhappy contestants here, but I hope you all can stick with me a little longer. 

With a snap of his fingers, the crown that Mithra took came floating back into his hands.

Murr: The Emperor’s Crown!

Whatcha gonna do, shake it, bop it?

Figaro: You don’t shake or hit it. There’s a mechanism in the jewel at the centre here. 

If you say your spell as you press on it…

As he swept his fingers over the jewel, a light enveloped the crown.

After a while, the light lifted, and what appeared was…

Lennox: This is…

Murr: It changed shape!

The intricately made crown had completely transformed into something that let off a powerful light. 

On its surface was a mystifying pattern, and wrapped around it was a dragon with exaggeratedly pointy scales.

Figaro: That crown before was a disguise. This is the real emperor’s crown. Don’t you think it’s cool?

It’s dazzling enough to make you want to follow the wearer’s orders. 

Rutile: Hehe, if you wore that, Dr. Figaro, you’d fit in right with the Northern wizards!

Owen: How? That crown is so last millennia.

Mithra: Well I’ve taken a liking to it. Though I won’t be doing any obeying.

Murr: So this is actually a magical prank you transform with magic!

Lennox: Considering how more modest the former one was, it really strikes your impression with its second form. Maybe you pick which design you like better.

Akira: So…are there any other magical effects on it besides drawing your eyes to it when it transforms?

Figaro: Nope.

Akira: None?!

Owen: It really was just a piece of trash…

Mithra: Well…I did guess so. For trying to get out of a default loss my time was wasted.

Figaro swings his finger on the loop of the crown, glancing at the wizards whose reactions were unfavourable.

Figaro: Anyhow, now that I have the crown in my hands I’m the emperor. As the game rules go, you’ll now have to obey my every order. 

Mithra, won’t you open a space door for us? There’s a place I want to go to.

Mithra: Haaaugh, no thanks. I’m done with the party.

Lennox: But aren’t you interested in where Dr. Figaro wants to go?

Mithra: Not at all.

Rutile: What if it’s someplace fun? Like an uninhabited island, or atop the clouds, or right in the middle of the ocean!

Mithra: Don’t you joke about the ocean. What if you drown? You have a death wish?

Figaro: Hey, I still haven’t said where I wanted to go. Though, I think it’s somewhere you’ll like too.

Mithra: I’ll decide myself if it’s something I’ll like.

Actually, can’t you do it yourself? Surely you can. Or go ask Oz instead. 

Figaro: You’re the only one I can depend on, Mithra. Literally, look outside. It’s nighttime. 

I can see my reflection on the glass of the window. Beyond that, was the darkening evening sky.

And when it becomes night, Oz becomes unable to use magic due to his affliction from the Great Calamity.

Murr: That makes Mithra the strongest wizard in the world right now!

Upon hearing that, Mithra’s mouth curves a little and he glances at Oz.

Mithra: Goodness Oz, you’re useless. You can’t even use simple magic like this. 

Oz: …

Rustica: Space warping magic takes an incredible amount of effort to master. For Mithra to be calling it easy shows how powerful he is. 

Murr: Woot woot, World’s Number One!

Finally willing after all the flattering, Mithra takes out his magical tool.

Mithra: I guess it can’t be helped, I must open this door for you. So, where shall I summon it?

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