A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World

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“Then what exactly do you want?” the two old men asked.

“I want it to be as long as my palm and be able to become as tall as me and change into a sword and a broomstick.” Amy paused a moment.
“That’s all I ask.”

The two old magic casters pulled a wry face.

“It’s easy, right?” Amy asked, excited.

The two old men hesitated a moment, exchanged a look, and then nodded together.

“Then please make one for me.
I want it to be purple.”

“Okay,” Krassu said.
“But why do you want it to change into a sword and a broomstick?”

Mag was well aware why she wanted a sword; he just hoped she wouldn’t say anything about him teaching her swordplay.

“I can pose as a knight if I have a sword, and witches need broomsticks to fly on.”

Krassu and Urien fell silent.

“Do you really need a sword and a broomstick?”

Amy thought a moment.
“I don’t really need a broomstick, I think, but I need a sword.”

Her two masters frowned, thinking about how to make it.

Amy stood there, silent.
“You can’t do it?” she asked after a while, disappointed.
“Then just make me a regular one.”

Krassu rose to his feet.
“Don’t worry.
I’ll find a way.”

Urien stood up as well.
“Leave it to me.”

Amy’s eyes lit up again.
“Thank you, Master Half-beard, Master Turtle.
Do you need the tusk and eyeball?”

Krassu shook his head with a smile.
“No.
They’re not good enough.
I’ll take my leave then.”

“Me too,” said Urien.

“Bye, Master Half-beard, Master Turtle,” Amy said.

Krassu stopped once they were outside.
“We have to work together this time, old friend.”