Cyclo then gave Count Ikkemen a full demonstration of the repairs.
When he finished, it was just about lunch time.
“Well, that was a great job, Cyclo.”
“Thank you!”
“Really, It’s a shame. If only you weren’t a watchmaker, you could have been the magical tool technician that everyone wanted …… No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“…… No. Even so, I’m still going to do my best to become a great watchmaker.”
Count İkkemen was very complimentary, but this only served to emphasize Cyclo’s misfortune in becoming a “Watchmaker”.
“–I’m getting off topic. Anyway, thank you for today, Cyclo. You showed me something good.”
“No, no, no. If it’s a request from the Count, this is nothing at all.”
“Ha ha ha!”
The Count changed the subject and switched the conversation.
“It is almost lunchtime. Is Cyclo going somewhere to eat?”
“No. My mother made me a lunch box–“
Then Cyclo goes through his luggage.
“…… Huh? There’s no lunch box.”
“Hoh. Well then. As an added reward for showing me your repair work, I invite you to lunch.”
“N-No!? I can’t do that! I didn’t even do that much!”
Cyclo hurriedly refrains.
“I see. Well, I don’t mean to be unreasonable, but–“
And so the question-and-answer session of lunch invitations and refusals continues several times.