As the strongest witch in history, I somehow ended up being feared so much that I’m all alone. So, I figured I’d buy a cute girl slave and ask her for all kinds of things
Tia’s words indicated that she hadn’t fully grasped the extent of the influence carried by the name “.”
In response, I secretly felt dissatisfied, thinking to myself that there was no way that was true.
I believed I had a firm understanding of my own influence.
But after witnessing the scene before me now, I realized I might have been wrong.
“Hey! Don’t push! Can’t you see I’m looking at the merchandise here?!”
“You there! How much are you trying to hoard?! Can’t you read the sign that says one item per person?! Hey!”
“I am a noble! Get out of my way, common riff-raff! How dare you stand before me—it’s disrespectful!”
As I watched the chaos unfolding right in front of me, with people desperately trying to get their hands on the magical tools I created, I started to reconsider.
Maybe my influence is greater than I thought.
“Please, calm down! Everyone! Calm down…! There’s plenty of merchandise! Please, please don’t push!”
“W-We don’t discriminate based on social status! In front of the witch, all humans are equal!”
Tia and Arona were working hard to bring the situation under control, but nothing seemed to be calming down.
“Oi! Calm yourselves! If you resort to violence, we’ll arrest you for assault! If you don’t want to be tied up, then settle down!”
“Even nobles cannot receive special treatment… We apologize, but this is a request from the witch. Surely, someone who has come all this way understands the significance? You can’t refuse. Please follow our instructions…”
Now even the knights had shown up.
This wasn’t just about some small street stall anymore, was it?
“Oh no.”
From my perspective, the fact that such a frenzy had erupted over what I considered to be pretty minor magical tools… It didn’t make sense.
Why were they so worked up about this…?
“Make way for His Majesty the King!”
Just as I was bewildered, a new voice echoed through the area, accompanied by the opening of a magical gate for teleportation.
“““…!?”””
And sure enough, emerging through the gate was the entourage of His Majesty the King, dressed in luxurious attire, just as the voice had announced.
“Oh no, oh no, oh no.”
W-W-W-Was that… royalty? No, not just any royalty—His Majesty the King himself, the very pinnacle of this nation had arrived!?
For my magical tools… which are honestly among the most mediocre ones I’ve made!?