An ordinary profession creates the world's strongest

War broke out.

As expected, the Queen, who came to the tea party later with heart-shaped eyes, saw the two men holding hands affectionately and immediately said, "What are you doing to my Mr. Hat? What are you doing?" Her eyes turned a single color in anger.

Then, the Queen ordered her proud poker soldiers, "Charge! Charge at that thieving blonde!", "...Mr. Hat is already mine, and the enemy... must be driven away!" Alice also came out to fight.

As a result, the fairyland was razed to the ground.

The White Rabbit vomited throughout the battle, and later she wrote a book about the battle that took place in Wonderland.

The title of the book is "Attack of Alice".

I heard it later became a bestseller.

◆Ordinary Fairy Tale ~The Matchmaker ○○~

The Bunny-Eared Match Girl

"Do you need matches~? Do you need matches~?"

On a harsh winter night, beneath a frosty sky covered in falling snow, a young girl's delicate voice hawked her wares. The biting cold made even her rabbit ears droop limply.

"Do you need matches~? Do you need matches~?"

After selling matches for half a day, her body, cold and unconscious, was gradually becoming unable to move. Naturally, the bunny-eared girl's voice began to sound almost pleading.

"Wow, no one's listening to me... It's so cold~ It's so cold."

Finally, the girl with rabbit ears could no longer walk. In order to avoid the cold wind and snow as much as possible, she hid in a narrow alley. The dim alley made the girl's heart feel even colder.

"Wow, I'm going to freeze to death if this keeps going on. In that case, let's warm ourselves with the fire from the matches."

The bunny-eared girl said this as she was about to light a match...

Suddenly, she felt a gaze. It seemed like a white-haired boy with an eyepatch on the street was looking at her. "Could it be a customer!?" The bunny-eared girl's ears suddenly perked up, and she hurriedly asked the boy, "Do you need any matches?"

The boy ignored the rabbit-eared girl's question, and asked the rabbit-eared girl in return with a look as if he saw something very strange.

"You're shivering like that. Are you cold?"

"Of course it's cold, I'm almost freezing, just one step away from freezing to death, so please buy my matches!" the girl pleaded fervently.

The boy just said one word to her.

"Anyway, put on some clothes."

The bunny-eared girl was wearing what looked like a swimsuit under the freezing winter sky. To the townspeople, wearing something like that was incredibly cold, and honestly, they'd think she was crazy. No wonder no one was buying her matches.

After being accused, the exposed match girl opened her eyes wide in shock.

"A word that awakens the dreamer!!"

So there's this trick! The rabbit-eared girl's ears suddenly flipped up.

·The Wasted Dragon Selling Matches

On a cold winter night, a young beauty was walking on the road, holding a bamboo basket full of matches in one hand.

"Wow, no one's buying matches today either."

She lowered her head in frustration, and her lonely figure was truly sympathetic.

"It's freezing cold. All we can do now is light a match to keep warm."

After saying this, the beauty walked into the alley, struck a match, and lit a gentle glow. However, the small match didn't bring much warmth and soon went out. The beauty seemed very dissatisfied and could only nod helplessly.

"—Let the wind blow from the mountaintop, let the stream of crimson lotus burn—"Mist Flame Dust"!!"

Then, she created a pillar of fire that shot up into the sky. It was cold, so there was nothing she could do. Don't complain about why she was still selling matches.

"Found it, right there! You pyromaniac, setting up pillars of fire everywhere every night! Why don't you just surrender!"

“Wha-what!?”

When I came to my senses, I found that many policemen with veins on their foreheads had surrounded the beautiful match-selling arsonist.

The beautiful match-selling arsonist was shocked and tried to escape, but was severely spanked by the white-haired and eye-patch-wearing policeman, who arrested her while she was rolling on the ground.

Good children, please note that if you set fire to the streets every night without a permit, you may be arrested.

The Vampire Match Girl

"...Do you need matches? No, right? Hmm."

On a street corner where the cold wind blew, there was a girl selling matches. She was a girl with blonde hair, red eyes, and a beauty like a porcelain doll.

Many men preferred young girls to matches. But once they stood before her, they had only two choices: buy matches or have their crotch crushed. Of course, no one was planning to explore new sexual fetishes so close to the end of the year, so everyone readily bought matches, and they were sold out like hotcakes.

Even if the other person is a woman, the girl who is forcing the sale of matches will not show mercy.

"...You need matches, right?"

"Eh? No, um, I don't need that..."

"..."

Speechless and expressionless, with an intense and cold gaze! The beautiful match girl stared straight at the customer!

"...I, I'll buy one."

"..."

"Woo! Two, two boxes! No, I want three boxes of matches."

"...Yes, thank you for your patronage."

Women with children also bought their own portion, and the children must have been very happy.

Just then, a new, fat sheep—ahem, a new customer passed by. It was a young man with an eyepatch and impressive white hair. The girl who had been forcing the sale of matches asked, as usual—

"...Need matches—need a match girl?"

She replaced the product as if nothing had happened. A girl who forced herself on others—that name sounded incredibly suspicious.

The white-haired boy with an eyepatch may have instinctively sensed something was wrong and quickened his pace to leave.

But the girl moved around to the front and blocked it.

It seems he can't escape the young girl who is forcing her sale on him.

"...Do you need a match girl?"

The boy couldn't resist the girl who was forcing herself on him.

·Ms. Prajna the Match Seller

"Do you need matches?"

On a street corner, there was a young match girl who seemed restless.

Her eyes were searching everywhere desperately, and at first glance it seemed as if she was looking for customers willing to buy matches.

However, the restless match girl didn't look at the people passing by, but kept looking ahead at the street. In fact, even if someone passed by her, she didn't stop them to hand over a match.

Suddenly, the match girl swiftly hid behind a streetlight with a whoosh. Then, she poked her head out halfway, her face flushed as she gazed at the street ahead, looking very suspicious.

A child passing by the girl pointed at her and said, "Mom, that person is always there..." The little girl's mother warned her, "Shh, don't look at her! That kind of person is called a stalker. You must not get involved with that kind of person!" However, the girl turned a deaf ear to her.

Finally, right in front of the stalker girl selling matches' sight, a boy with white hair and an eyepatch appeared among the crowd.

"I, I have to keep trying! I have to use selling matches as an opportunity to confess my feelings today!"

Do I have to sell matches no matter what?

The girl must have been so nervous that her mind was confused.

The stalker girl selling matches cheered herself up regardless of other people's opinions, but at this moment she tilted her head in doubt.

"...Huh? That's strange, he's not alone?"

A closer look revealed the boy's expression to be a bit stiff. Beside him stood a young match girl, holding his hand and pressing herself against him tightly.

The stalker girl's face lost its expression, and her pupils lost their color. The girl who had been sneaking around like a stalker until now now walked forward openly.

“…Hmm? Who are you?”

"Who are you? The little match girl is enough, you know?"

"...Oh, you're going to say that you're his little match girl? I understand. I'll let you know that your life is shorter than a match."

Why do you insist on being the little match girl? No one knows the answer to this question.

On the street in the dead of winter, two young match girls confronted each other.

Behind the girl who was forcing her to buy matches, a golden dragon with dark clouds as the background appeared; behind the stalker girl selling matches, Miss Prajna appeared with wind and snow as the background.

“…Hmph, hmphhhhhhh!”

“Ahaha, ahahahahaha!”

The scary laughter of the match girls echoed all around.

The weather tonight must be thunderclouds and blizzards.

By the way, while the two were fighting, the white-haired boy with the eyepatch went home early.

Chapter 4 of the Short Story Collection: Fantasy Adventures and Miraculous Encounters

The sea breeze caresses my skin and the sound of the tide feels very gentle.

In the calmness where even time seemed to slow down its pace to take people's mood into consideration, there was a person with a sad face and sighing. He was Hajime.

Today was the fourth day since conquering the Melkine Undersea Ruins. Hajime was staying at Myuu and Remia's house, sitting cross-legged on the balcony facing the sea, lost in thought.

Various minerals were scattered on the ground. At first glance, it seemed that he was worried about encountering a bottleneck in making artifacts.

In reality, although he had already begun creating new artifacts like airships, solar beam laser cannons, and teleportation gates for ultra-long-distance transfers, the production of these artifacts was not going smoothly from the perspective of controlling mana, generating magic, and controlling alchemy. It was true that Hajime was somewhat anxious about his own immature skills.

However, that was only half of his troubles; the other half was what made him sigh.

"Dad, it's time for lunch."

The little girl from the Sea People tribe who leaped out of the sea like a flying fish was the cause of Hajime's troubles. She was Myuu, with whom Hajime had a father-daughter relationship.

Myu splashed in the water and threw herself unceremoniously into Shi's arms. She hugged Shi tightly to his chest, rubbing her cheek against his chest. The inevitable result was...

"Hey, Myuu, you've made me all wet."

"I'm sorry~"

Whether it was the scolder or the scolded, both had smiles on their faces. A daughter who loves to act like a spoiled child, and a silly father who dotes on her.

"Where are Yue and the others?"

"They've gone ahead. Myuu takes over and calls daddy!"

Miao showed a smart expression and sniffed a little proudly.

"Really? Thank you, Myuu, you're amazing."

Although Hajime's heart was made of steel and thorns, he smiled, a very bright smile. If a classmate who was treated with leniency saw Hajime's kind expression, it might not feel warm, but would instead give him nightmares.

Also, when being praised by her beloved father, Myuu also laughed "Hehehe" and showed a smile that was very similar to her mother Remia.

If left alone, the two of them might stay here happily forever. However, Myuu was a capable child. She snapped out of the sleep-inducingly comfortable atmosphere, stood up swiftly, and took her father's hand.

"Dad, hurry up! Mom's cooking is getting cold!"

"I know, I know... Do you want a hug?"

“…I, I’m still on a mission!”

Despite being tempted, Myu sternly refused. What a remarkable achievement! Hajime's father grinned from ear to ear. At the same time, the reason for his sigh—how to tell Myu that he was about to restart his journey and leave her—resurfaced within him once again. Hajime, his brow furrowed in a frown as his hand, like a maple leaf, held her.

Lively lunch time.

Myuu always tried to turn the table into a yakitori stand, her mouth full of food. Since Myuu's special seat was between Remia and Hajime, they had to take turns wiping Myuu's mouth. Remia looked embarrassed, while Hajime smiled wryly and said, "Eat well."

It's such a heartwarming scene of a family of three, so...

"Wow~ I'm so envious."

"Well, I was the one who sat in Remia-san's seat most of the time during the trip..."

Kaori and Shia muttered to themselves, while Tio laughed at them.

"I want a child, I want a child, I want a child, I want Hajime's child, I want a child..."

The wishes in Yue's heart were like a dam bursting, constantly leaking out.