chapter 49
At first, I was quite taken aback when I saw the two of them…
I quickly added that it was purely by chance that I had run into them.
“Hmm, you don’t need to hold back on my account.”
“No, it’s fine. In cases like this, lawsuits rarely go through anyway. It’s obvious they wouldn’t work.”
Screenwriter Meirun smiled wryly.
Owning a theater was usually something only wealthy commoners or nobles could do. Ordinary commoners couldn’t really take them on.
“Honestly, I was very surprised that even though I’m just a commoner, the representative treated me with such respect when we worked together… haha, I must have been a bother to someone as busy as you.”
Meirun tried to wrap up the conversation politely.
Perhaps she thought I wouldn’t understand this high-level noble world, or maybe she regretted oversharing—her expression showed a brief flicker of doubt.
“So, there’s no need to worry anymore…”
“After making such a big deal about the <13th Knight>, you go and ignore the actual creators of the play. Truly impressive.”
Of course, that was sarcastic. I quickly spoke up before Meirun could change the subject.
“You say it’s hard for a commoner to sue a noble? Well, if I help, there’s no problem. I happen to know a lawyer who’s perfect for this kind of case.”
“What? But…!”
“Frankly, I was annoyed that the Red Sun side kept bothering us anyway… so it’s perfect for me to give them a taste of their own medicine.”
I shrugged and added casually:
“Just so you know, I’m not helping out of pity. I’m doing this because it benefits me too.”
“Representative…”
But the two of them were already so moved that they looked at me as if I were some kind of angel.
Ugh, two middle-aged men staring at me with glistening, teary eyes—it was overwhelming.
I turned my head quickly, but couldn’t stop my cheeks from flushing.
‘I look like I’m pretending not to be embarrassed!’
I cleared my throat a few times out of sheer embarrassment.
“Anyway, just trust me! Veldert? Ingda? Ahem, I’ll take care of them all!”
Separately from preparing to sue the Red Sun side, I was also working on the next generation of magic stones.
‘In the novel, the Polius family happened to own a theater, and my interest in theater led to the magic stone business…’
There’s no need to limit magic stones to just home theater products.
They could branch out into various fields, but for now, since my magical artifacts have a certain aesthetic appeal, it would be best to emphasize a high-end feel.
So, the magical artifact I decided to release was:
“Master Damian, I want to release a product that functions as both a mood light and a speaker.”
A mood light with a speaker.
After my brief explanation, Master Damian tilted his head and asked:
“From the description of just emitting light, I can’t tell how it differs from existing magic lights. The speaker concept is also unfamiliar.”
“A mood light isn’t just an object that emits light. It’s closer to a stage device that creates various atmospheres in a theater than a regular magic lamp.”
I pointed to the sketches I had drawn and continued explaining.
All sorts of subtle colors were proposed, inspired by rainbows, sunsets, night skies, and auroras.
Below that, Damian asked:
“The end of a rainbow, the dawn sky with lingering stars, a hill bathed in sunset… did you come up with these names?”
“They’re temporary titles for now. I wanted to evoke emotions, so I named each color. I tried using words that sounded appealing.”
I cleared my throat awkwardly.
“It might feel a bit overdone, but I don’t think it’s bad.”
“No, you’ve done well.”
Master Damian kept his gaze fixed on the themes of the mood light’s colors.
“These are names I could never think of myself.”
“Ah, thank you for the kind words.”
It was a simple compliment, which was fine—but if someone else had fussed over it, I would have felt embarrassed.
‘A side effect of living in a world where people constantly say everything’s too corny.’
Master Damian seemed about to say more, but feeling embarrassed, I quickly moved on to the next part of the explanation.
“Nowadays, theaters are drawing attention with stage devices linked to magic towers. The response is very positive. I think there’s enough demand for people wanting to create similar atmospheres at home.”
“You mean people have developed an interest in lighting after seeing stage devices in theaters?”
I nodded. He understood perfectly.
“I’ve heard there are many inquiries from people who definitely want to purchase them.”
“With just the push of a button, the atmosphere in a room changes dramatically. In a way, it can be more effective than any interior decoration.”
I then pointed to another sketch.
“And we need to consider not just the colors of the mood light, but also the design. Alongside simple designs like magic lamps, I envisioned moon shapes or vase-like designs with flowers.”
Mood lights were an item I had thought of myself—they were never released by Polius in the novel.
While the success of magic stones and home theaters was somewhat predictable, mood lights weren’t guaranteed to succeed.
Yet, for some reason, I didn’t feel like it could fail.
“Mood lights can be released using leftover magic stones, so they’ll be profitable. I thought about selling the lights cheaply and the replaceable magic stones expensively…”
“From what you’ve explained, it seems mood lights could also be marketed as luxury items rather than cheap products.”
“Yes, we can discuss that later. I’ve also considered adding music to the mood lights—the speaker I mentioned earlier.”
I handed him a list of music tracks suited to the mood lights.
“Each color theme will have matching music. This is a rough list, and we’ll gather more feedback later.”
“Most of these are atmospheric pieces.”
“Although I’ve emphasized the emotional aspect, they’re also practical as bedside lights. I avoided overly complex music for late-night listening.”
“Indeed, dramatic music could interfere with sleep.”
Master Damian nodded after hearing the explanation.
“Impressive. These are great products to release after the magic stone and home theater. Existing customers will respond positively, and you can attract other customers interested in interior decoration.”
And so, I pushed forward with releasing mood lights that included speaker functions.
“The promotion for these mood lights will be…”
Melanie hadn’t expected one thing when releasing the mood lights.
Polius would encounter her new product sooner than anticipated.
“What? Did I get the wrong place…?”
Polius was startled when he entered a store.
He was exhausted, both physically and mentally, from early morning contracts to record content for the magic stones.
His schedule was packed today as well, and the only moment of respite would be mealtime.
Trying to calm the sharp-tempered Josephine and get some business advice from Clara, he came to a quiet, atmospheric spot—but it felt very different from his previous visit.
As Polius looked at the entrance to check if this was the right store, Josephine spoke:
“No, this is right. Look, that’s the table we sat at last time.”
“The furniture and decor are exactly the same… Good thing we didn’t come to the wrong place, but why didn’t I recognize it?”
Polius examined the store carefully.
It was a slightly dimmed place aimed at couples enjoying dates and drinks, but now it had an even softer ambiance.
“I was surprised at first because the magic lights were purple. But can just one lamp change the entire mood of the place?”
The new purple lighting bathed the store in a dreamlike atmosphere.
Romantic Josephine seemed utterly enchanted.
“Polius, isn’t it wonderful? It’s hard to explain, but it feels different from other stores. Maybe because the colors of the lights are new…”
“Oh, it’s really pretty.”
Clara, standing beside him, nodded in agreement but seemed oddly composed, as if she wasn’t seeing it for the first time.
“There’s no orchestra, so where is the music coming from? Are there people hiding?”
Josephine continued to praise it, noting the music was unobtrusive yet atmospheric.
“Anyway, it’s great. Music coming from the store, that’s amazing…”
Polius, also liking the changed atmosphere, wanted to agree with Josephine.
“This lighting, I heard Lady Clotilde developed it with the Master of the Magic Tower?”
But at that moment, he froze, stunned by what the customer at the table had said.
