Creak.
The boy pedaled his bicycle with all his might.
The harder he pedaled, the faster the bicycle went, sweat pouring off him like rain with every turn of the pedals.
Even though it was early autumn and the dawn air was growing chilly enough to quickly dry his sweat, it seemed the boy had no intention of stopping.
Clatter.
Looking closer, the bicycle was laden with an impressive amount of cargo. It was no wonder the boy was sweating so much—it was a heavy load for someone of his small frame to handle.
Still, the boy felt immense satisfaction with the cargo on his bike.
Despite the difficulty, he couldn’t help but be content.
"Here! Today’s milk and newspapers!"
"Thank you as always, Patrick. You really are quick with your deliveries."
"Haha, please continue using Patrick’s Delivery Service!"
After all, he was making money. And that alone made the hard work worthwhile.
"I’ve already spread the word about you to others. When I told them how diligent you are, some people even said they wanted to meet you."
"Oh! T-thank you, ma’am! May you be blessed!"
"Hoho, so you’ll give me a discount now, right?"
"That’s not possible."
"...So firm, aren’t you?"
"Hehe, please understand, ma’am. I’m still operating at a loss. Once I’m turning a profit, I’ll make sure to reward my loyal customers generously. I’ll repay your kindness, no matter what!"
"Well, I look forward to that."
The boy grinned confidently and began pedaling his bicycle with renewed vigor.
Patrick.
A teenage orphan from the Imperial streets, Patrick had been in the kingdom for nearly a month now. He was quickly adapting to life in the kingdom.
‘...Honestly, it still feels like I’m dreaming.’
Patrick still remembered.
No, he would probably remember it for the rest of his life.
The night when the accursed Magic Tower crumbled to the ground, and the Fairy of Spring was revived.
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