[MashUp] Ch 35: A True Fairytale of Magic!

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Takuma snapped his fingers, and his grin turned just a little wicked.

"So tell me—why should we act like some pathetic beggars, wagging our tails and pleading for scraps?"

His gaze swept over Isuzu, then the entire crowd.

"Deep down, you've already decided that Amagi Brilliant Park is worthless garbage. That's why your first instinct is to slash prices, beg for visitors, and lower yourselves just to survive.

"The more pathetic you act, the more you convince everyone that you really are cheap."

"We—" Isuzu wanted to argue back, but no words came out.

"Stop clinging to that ridiculous inferiority complex!"

His voice suddenly rose, carrying a force that made the air tremble.

"Starting today, we're not selling tickets. We're selling... qualifications!"

The last word hit like a thunderclap.

"This first wave of a few hundred people won't be mere visitors—they'll be the Chosen Ones!

"I want everyone who doesn't get picked to go insane with curiosity and jealousy!"

"But... the park's reputation—" Isuzu's confidence faltered completely.

"Then make it perfect. So perfect they can't find a single bad word to say—not even a complaint about punctuation.

"Remember this: when an experience is truly flawless and immersive, no one cares how many rides they got on. What matters is what they felt."

"From the moment they step through the gates, they'll be wrapped in a dream so perfect they won't even think about 'value for money.'"

Takuma looked at their confused faces and finally revealed his real trump card.

"From now on, this park isn't just some cheap entertainment factory."

He smiled, sharp as a blade.

"It is an art piece. A one-of-a-kind masterpiece called 'Perfection.'"

Then his tone hardened. "Universal Studios. Disney. What do we have to compete with giants like that?

"Bigger IPs? Better facilities? Cheaper tickets?"

"If we try to fight them on price, we'll be crushed to dust."

"That's why we won't play their game."

Takuma's smile curved into something almost arrogant, like a chess master overlooking the board.

"We're going to create an entirely new playing field."

"Starting today, Amagi Brilliant Park becomes the luxury brand of theme parks."

"What we sell isn't tickets. It's experience. It's exclusivity. It's the privilege of stepping into a true fairytale."

"As for that fifty-thousand-visitor goal..."

He waved his hand dismissively, as if it were a trivial errand. "Don't worry. I have my ways."

The entire plaza fell silent.

Every fairy was left buzzing with the echo of one word—luxury.

They didn't fully understand what he meant. But they saw the absolute confidence in his eyes.

And that was enough.

Follow him. He hasn't been wrong before.

Takuma turned to look at Moffle and the other core cast members, then at the Elementario quartet: Muse, Kobory, Salama, and Sylphy.

His eyes sharpened like a drill.

"You four venues will be our first DLC—our opening gambit."

"But with your current performance? You're not even qualified to be clowns."

"Starting now, I will personally train you."

"I'll show you what a real performance looks like. What true service means."

Once the core cast had been given their orders, his gaze shifted to the rest of the bewildered fairies.

"As for the rest of you, your job is simple."

"Maintain this dream. Every hair on the ground, every inch of your smile—perfect. No excuses."

Finally, his attention landed on the dragon maid at his side, who had been practically bouncing with excitement. "Tohru."

"Yes, sir!"

Tohru puffed up her impressive chest, knowing the most important task was about to come.

"Your job isn't to serve guests."

Takuma's voice carried a teasing edge.

"Your job is to supervise them." He gestured at all the fairies in the plaza.

"From this moment on, you are Amagi Brilliant Park's chief foreman and head of discipline."

Then he paused, and his voice dropped into something playful yet dangerous. "Tomorrow, if I see anything that doesn't meet the standard of 'perfection'—

"Like a stain on a tile, or an employee's smile that feels a little forced—"

His tone grew quiet, almost cheerful.

"I won't punish them."

His eyes flicked to Tohru's, and her golden pupils gleamed with anticipation.

"I'll punish you."

Tohru didn't take it as a threat. To her, it was the highest honor imaginable.

Takuma had entrusted the entire order of his kingdom to her.

She never imagined that her overwhelming power could one day be "needed" like this.

Dragon blood boiled in her veins, and the thrill of it all felt better than her first bite of roast meat.

"I understand! Leave it to me!"

Tohru nodded fiercely, her smile blooming like a dangerous, dazzling flower.

She turned toward the six hundred terrified fairies.

"Everyone, I look forward to working with you."

Her voice was soft, sweet as cotton candy.

"And if anyone messes up and makes Takuma upset..." She tilted her head adorably, but her golden eyes gleamed with pure hunger.

"I'll personally 'help' them achieve perfection—my way."

"..." x600

"Alright."

Takuma didn't spare another glance for the terrified fairies.

His eyes swept over the plaza, calm and cold. "Everyone is dismissed—except the seven who will perform."

"Get to your posts and finish the last preparations for tomorrow's opening."

It was like granting amnesty. Hundreds of fairies scattered like birds fleeing a storm.

None of them dared so much as glance at the new "Chief Foreman" maid.

No one wanted to be the first "lucky one" to be perfected out of existence.

Moments later, the plaza was empty except for Takuma, Isuzu, Tohru, and the seven chosen core performers sitting nervously in a row.

Takuma walked over with the other two, his steps unhurried.

"Before we start training," he said lightly, "I have one new rule to announce."

"Highest-level directive."

The seven straightened at once, holding their breath.

"From today onward, when performing in front of guests—

—you must use magic."

The words hit like a bomb. Faces went pale.

Muse, the water fairy, managed to stammer, voice trembling,

"T-Takuma-sama… but the magic world's iron rule is… it's absolutely forbidden to use magic in front of humans—"

"Iron rule?"

Takuma laughed softly. "And who made that rule?"

He looked down at the fairies who had been chained by "rules" for far too long.

"You really think that Disneyland Park is just concrete and lighting effects stacked together?"

"How naïve."

"They've been doing this for years."

"Because in this world, rules are made by the strong—to shackle the weak."

He raised two fingers. "Disney. Universal."

"These two entertainment giants are the real rulers of the magical world."

"And your so-called Maple Kingdom?"

He sneered. "Just a backwater country playing by the rules while everyone else moved on."

His words shattered not just the worldview of the seven fairies, but even Isuzu's.

But Takuma didn't stop to explain.

He pulled out several thick, perfectly bound booklets and tossed the first one.

It spun through the air and landed squarely in Moffle's arms.

"Moffle—'Candy Defense War.'"

"Your water gun shooting? Too childish."

"Starting tomorrow, in Moffle's Candy House, it becomes a real war."

"You'll use magic to create swarms of mischievous candy mice—scurrying, taunting, even ambushing guests from the ceiling!"

"I want the guests to forget it's a game. I want them screaming, laughing, joining forces to defend their candy!"

"The difficulty must scale dynamically."

"From regular candy mice, to armored candy mice, and finally, the BOSS mouse!"

"The candy house will be split into zones, with each guest responsible for their own sector. That sense of responsibility will awaken humanity's most primal drive—teamwork and competition."

Moffle's round eyes bulged as he clutched the absurdly detailed plan, shaking all over.

This wasn't just a script. It was art.

Without pausing, Takuma tossed the second booklet at Macaron.

"Macaron—'Phantom of the Theater.'"

"Your boring stage musicals? Cut them."

"From now on, the theater becomes a suspense-filled underground opera house."

"Guests will board gondolas, drifting across a dark underground lake, following your haunting voice to solve clues one by one, until they uncover the Phantom's true identity."

The third booklet landed in Tiramy's arms.

"Tiramy—your Flower Adventure becomes a real Adventure."

"Fixed tracks? Tear them out."

"It will be a living, breathing labyrinth, changing constantly under magic!"

"The talking flowers will give riddles and clues—only the most united, most determined teams will earn the right to reach the final 'Tree of Wisdom.'"

"I want Moffle's Candy House, Macaron's Music Theater, and Tiramy's Flower Adventure to feel like a dream for everyone — an experience they'll never get bored of. In fact, I want it to get more exciting every time they come back."

"Turn Sorcerer's Hill into a true fairy-tale land — a place where dreams come to life.

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