A group of "receptionists" with exaggerated makeup and eyelids held open by iron wires carried various tools to the Magic District. In just one hour, they carved out single rooms suitable for habitation and furnished and decorated them according to the design plans.
In the end,
a one-bedroom assistant's quarters had been created, and a plaque marked "W.B," representing William's name, had been affixed beside the door.
Since William had only just become an assistant, the room's furnishings were barely any different from those of an ordinary home. It only provided basic magic tools; if he wanted to use advanced tools, he would have to submit an application.
However, based on William's future performance within the circus—resolving incidents, performing onstage, rising in status, or earning Boss's praise—he could obtain opportunities to upgrade his room.
Catherine sat on the edge of the bed, kicking her legs back and forth. "William, look how shabby your room is. Hurry up and raise your status in the circus.
"I can't directly take the stage to perform during the 'trial operation,' but I can provide you with some offstage support. For example, I could disguise myself as a receptionist and feed the audience food mixed with Nightmare Substance in advance, making them easier for you to control mentally and making Mind Rehearsal easier to carry out."
"Speaking of dreams, do they count as magic too?"
"Why wouldn't they? The reason Uncle Gian thought so highly of me back then was because of nightmares! Hypnotic performances count as magic too."
As he heard this, a bold idea flashed through William's mind.
"Hmm... Does the stage for the trial operation allow large-scale modifications?"
"Oh? You seem to have quite a few ideas, William. Large-scale alterations require an application to be submitted to the higher-ups, since they'll require