Civil Servant in a Romance Fantasy

The Smile Fair – 1

As the fair is just around the corner, I, the inspector-cum-advisor, was also busy.

As an apology for wasting time feeding cookies last time, I went to work with Marghetta in the afternoon as well, and gave out some cookies every time I came to the club room. I was proud to see him eat well in the end even though he declined.

Maybe he really liked Marghetta, he seemed happy when he ate cookies and went out to work together. I need to take more care in the future.

“Since the designation of club booths is over, the task of the student council is over.”

We toured Marghetta and the inside of the academy to look at the areas where club booths will be set up. It was the most cumbersome thing to do because you had to decide the location considering the number of club members, characteristics, accessibility, and expected crowds. The booth distribution was more difficult than the budget issue.

Especially, the confectionery club booth was a highlight. Although the members were the fewest, those with high status gathered, and some of the escort forces participated in the name of labor. It is a suitable place that does not go against the status of the members while taking it to a secluded place so as not to get caught up in the crowd as much as possible. In addition, it should be easy for outside guests to access.

Considering all these conditions, it’s crazy. Fortunately, however, the student council president helped to set up the confectionery club booth in a good place.

I am already looking forward to what will happen after the president graduates. He will work hard as an excellent civil servant of the empire. It’s really something to look forward to. New slaves are always welcome.

After checking the last booth like that, all the official work of the student council was over. The student council who has to do this every year must have a lot of trouble.

“You’ve worked hard, Mar.”

“Carl Youngsik also had a hard time. It was comfortable and nice thanks to that.”

“Say something.”

Actually, I didn’t do anything except look through some papers and go with Marghetta when she went outside. It’s embarrassing to hear that you’ve had a lot of trouble.

Still, I feel relieved after one project is over. Now, it would be perfect if there were no incidents during the fair.

I had hoped for a quick start until yesterday, but the first day of the expo, which was already bothering me when it started, dawned.

“We’re a club that was formed this year, so we don’t expect much. We sell everything and aim to be in the top ranks.”

“You seem to be asking for a little more.”

Tanian muttered quietly as he opened his mouth to the members gathered at the pastry club booth. Still can’t help it. Because that’s really minimal.

You have to sell everything you make. That way I don’t have to deal with anything. It also records the rankings in the fair. This is a ranking based on club sales, students, and reviews from outside guests, but it doesn’t matter if you don’t listen. Still, it would be nice if there were good results from starting over.

“The taste has improved as much as I have worked hard. Be confident that there is nothing lacking.”

The members who seemed to be steadily improving their skills were finally able to bring out a decent taste. The fact that the taste has improved is Villars’ objective testimony, so it can be trusted.

Anyway, I finished my role as an advisor by giving him moderate encouragement and support. To be honest, I believe that I have been faithful to my duties even with the things I have made so far. Where would there be an advisor like me?

“Let’s all work hard! We did our best, so good results will come out!”

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Next to me as an advisor, Louise, the general manager, boosted morale. From their point of view, Louise’s words would have more power than mine.

I calmly looked at him, then quietly looked away. I kept my mouth shut because I thought they might become lazy and walk around outside the booth, but from the moment customer evaluation is included in the ranking criteria, the confectionery club has no choice but to take first place.

Giving harsh evaluations to clubs to which members of the royal family, royalty, or saint candidates belong? Such a status social misfit cannot live until now. It doesn’t matter if you don’t rank in the rankings, but it’s a miraculous structure that ranks in the ranks even if you’re just breathing.

It would be unfair from the point of view of the club that prepared really hard, but what can I do? This is also part of the rice cake award due to talent recruitment.

‘They’re useless except for when they’re like this in the first place.’

The members who usually live as a burden but only play an active part during the fair are the ones who don’t want to have them even if they are given to them. Rather, to the extent that I want to give money and release it.

I let out a small sigh, looked to the side, and met eyes with Villar, who had just been wearing an apron. A royal knight wearing an apron, not armor, this is precious.

He exchanged glances with Villar, who had a dark complexion, and turned his head at the same time as promised. Even in Villar’s eyes, I must be the chief inspector who always gets dusted. It is more precious than a royal knight wearing an apron.

After sharing the joys and sorrows of a sad middle manager with Villar, a lively atmosphere came from far away, enough to feel a crowd gathering.

‘Has it started?’

The academy itself is only open during the fair, but you can come to the city centered on the academy before the fair. People who had booked a place to stay in advance rushed in as soon as the door to the academy opened. It seems that the status of the expo is higher than I expected.

“Are you ready?”

“It’s already over. Rather than that, I have to worry about how many people will come.”

“It’s a little out of the way. It will take time for guests to arrive.”

The members are gathering and discussing the booth opening time. The academy is large, there are many clubs, and the confectionery club booth is a rather secluded place, so it seems that they think there is still room for customers to arrive. But that’s only when you visit other places.

As I gazed at the front in silence, I saw a blur of crowds. Yeah, it seemed like this.

The booth opened earlier than expected by members. At a speed that would only be possible if outside guests made up their mind and came in a straight line from the front door toward the confectionery club booth.

The members seemed a bit taken aback by this unexpected speed, but they quickly regained their composure and responded to the customers. In fact, there is nothing to be called a response. Just show me a sample for tasting and hand over what you want to buy. Because of the power of his status, there will be no guests in the truth, so in reality he is no different from a sergeant.

And no matter what customer bought, the destination was the same.

“Oops, nice to meet you here. How have you been?”

“Of course. It’s unfortunate that I couldn’t see you because of circumstances, but it’s nice to see you like this.”

He smiled and accepted the greeting from the nobleman who greeted him with a smile. The destination is me I am acting as a totem and destination to guide these guests.

“It’s already been a year since we met last year at the New Year’s ceremony?”

“You remember. Haha, it’s an honor.”

It is also not common to recall who you are and when you met while quickly reminiscing. Still, if you want to build a smooth relationship, you have to take it.

Look, aren’t you happy that you lightly throw the nuance of remembering you even now? Social life begins with remembering the other person’s face and name.

‘How many people are there?’

As I shook hands with my partner and looked around, I saw several nobles using the booth. More are coming after me. I don’t know who took the coordinates, but I think they were taken correctly.

The reason for this situation is simple. Because I’m treated like a semi-legendary Pokemon in Imperial society. Aren’t there things like Entei and Raikou, rare and ugly to look at? I rarely attend social events other than the New Year’s ceremony.

At least, the head of the school in attendance followed the head of the household and made faces with the imperial counts, so I said everything. For reference, the legendary Pokemon is the head of the intelligence department who can’t get off work. That person is a seven-colored bird. It is not for nothing that I get comfort from seeing the head of the intelligence department.

“It’s been a while. How are you?”

“Haha, of course.”

While I was thinking of the head of the intelligence department who couldn’t escape from the bell tower, the opponent in front of me changed. This time it’s a bit of a giant.

“I heard that your son is preparing to become a government official. There will be good news soon.”

Appropriate oiling using power is also a necessary virtue for social life.

The first rush is over.

“Good job everyone. It’s been a bit quiet, so take a break.”

I said to the members who sat down one by one. It’s like my head and hands that suffered the most, not theirs, but it’s true that I suffered. But these guys are looking at me with strange eyes, whether they know it or not.

I know that I acted at the level of campaigning next to others while doing business. Please don’t look at me like that though. Did they come because I called them? They came by themselves.

“Older brother worked hard too!”

Louis, who was pouring water for the Three Kingdoms Powers and members under the pretext of emergency support, handed me water as well.

“Drink yourself first. You haven’t drunk yet.”

I pushed the glass of water that had been pushed out toward me toward Louise. He takes care of himself first. Why does he take care of others first? Luise’s hydration is more important than healthy men.

Still, he didn’t drink and held it out to me again, so I silently turned my hand behind me, and then hesitantly drank first. Yes, drink well

“Is there a girl who enjoys fairs properly?”

“I’m envious. When the time comes, I’ll look back like that.”

At that time, I heard the voices of Lutis and Erich. When I turned my gaze to that direction, I saw Ryutis staring straight ahead and suffocating. What?

When I looked in the direction Ryutis was looking at, my eyebrows naturally furrowed. A woman with white hair and impressive red eyes was walking towards her, carrying food in her arms. With a skewer of chicken in her mouth, she walked happily.

It’s not particularly annoying. Fairs are also a kind of festival, so there might be customers who enjoy food like that. No wonder. The problem is that the identity of the person doing that act is very disturbing.

‘That bastard from Section 1.’

Why are you here?