"Usually, the most basic Revenue FS account contains three important applications: the purpose, the communication, and the conversion.", the formal man sat comfortably in the chair I offered him to sit on. His face was quite unrelieved with the tension he had felt when he analyzed the system which I had received. "In your case, since Yuletide was a stakeholder... Your system should have an RFS Communicator, which I could not see- and also led me not to be able to contact you. Also, your system should have contained all of Yuletide's special skills, and I mean all- not just the most basic applications you have such as that [Appraise]. Although the purpose is there, the [Magic Shop], and trust me, that should not be called a skill, that's the purpose, that's the main point why you're given authority to use the RFS. Then, we have the conversion... As you said, it uses RP as the main currency, when in fact, it should have used 'Credits'", the man paused for a bit.

Jargons here, jargons that... I couldn't catch up. But one thing's for sure, the system I'm currently using was not similar to my mother's despite not holding her account in it. He- wait, who is he? "Uhm, sir."

"Yeah?", he crossed his arms and engrossed himself in deep thought.

"What was your name again?", fingers crossed, he'd say his name.

"Mabon.", he replied calmly, thank god. "I'm Mabon, the system engineer. My purpose is to oversee that the system is working well like clockwork, which obviously isn't right at this very moment.", he continued mumbling. "Wrong currency... Corrupted data... No manual... Lack of skill upload... Unloaded communicator to Revenue Corp. Even the system description is wrong!"

"System description?"

「The Revenue FS is a Favor System developed by * 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚. It is to enhance the capacity of its user in selling. You can monitor your favor using this system. 」

"That.", Mabon looked at me. "That thing you're seeing there is not the right system description.", he formed some sort of a magic tablet in his hands which simulated the screen I'm seeing right now in front of me.

「The Revenue FS is a Favor System developed by Revenue Corp. It is to enhance the capacity of its user in maintaining the balance of Earth. You can monitor your favor using this system. 」

"This.", he showed the screen to me. "This is the right description you should see.", he scratched his head. "Ugh! I'm so confused right now... When your conversion request reached our system, it was in the form of Credits, so we were able to deposit that large sum of money without any concern if you got the right system or not...", he resumed biting his fingers, it was obvious he was quite anxious with the situation. "Wrong descriptors, though the purpose [Magic Shop]'s descriptor is right, it's registered as a skill. Also, the stat increase option...? What?"

"And given by a sketchy man..."

"And given by a sketchy man...", he stared at me for a long second. He slowly withdrew his hands from his bites and reached out in front of him, his fingers moving with purpose. I watched in fascination as he seemingly clicked on invisible buttons, his movements were precise and deliberate.

With each imaginary press, a soft clicking sound echoed in the air, as if a hidden mechanism had been activated. It was a mesmerizing sight, the way his hands moved effortlessly through the motions, as though interacting with an unseen interface.

"Is that..."

"The original, untampered, RFS.", he replied. "Look, Yuan. This is a communicator."

As he continued to manipulate the imaginary buttons, a faint glow of light began to emanate from his fingertips. It started as a subtle shimmer, barely perceptible, but soon grew in intensity, casting a gentle illumination around him. The air crackled with faint energy.

With a flick of his wrist, the formal man formed a perfect phone-shaped gesture in his right hand, his fingers delicately positioned as if holding an invisible device. A mischievous smile played on his lips as he mimicked the act of making a phone call, bringing his hand to his ear and speaking into the empty air.

"Hello, Ostara?"

"...", I could hear some minor whispers in his hand gesture. Holy crap, that wasn't for show? That's actually a telephone?

"Come here at Yuletide's former store together with Beltane. We have something to discuss..."

I watched in curiosity as he engaged in this quite serious charade, his expression transforming into a mix of earnestness and professionalism. At the same time, I couldn't deny the fact that I'm afraid. Mom, what mess have you gotten me into...

Mabon's gaze shifted towards a framed picture of my late mother, which stood proudly on a small table adorned with flickering candles and fragrant incense. The soft glow of the candlelight cast an ethereal ambiance, bathing the room in a warm and comforting glow. His eyes lingered on the image, tracing the contours of my mother's face with a mix of reverence and nostalgia. "Oh, Yule... What mess have you got your son into...?"

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Exactly! Same! Though, I love my mom... Ma, just... I don't know where I'm going with this rollercoaster of a plot...

Ding! Ding! Half an hour has passed yet Mabon kept overthinking on his chair, his mind somewhere in the clouds above.

The chime of the door rang out, announcing the arrival of two intriguing individuals. As I turned my gaze towards the entrance, my eyes fell upon a tall woman and a shorter woman standing side by side.

The tall woman possessed an air of grace and confidence that seemed to radiate from her very being. Her striking feature was her long crimson hair, flowing down like a cascading waterfall, reaching the floor with an enchanting allure. Her locks seemed to shimmer with vibrant energy, adding a touch of mystery to her appearance. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of emerald green, sparkled with intelligence and curiosity. With a slender and statuesque figure, she exuded an aura of elegance and poise, commanding attention wherever she went.

Beside her stood the shorter woman, her hair styled in a boy cut that accentuated her chill personality. Though her stature was small, her presence was undeniable. Her eyes, a warm and lively hazel, danced with mischief and laughter. Her infectious smile brought a sense of joy to the room, instantly lighting up the space around her. Her features carried a youthful charm, filled with a sense of adventure and determination.

As they entered my establishment, their eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Something told me that their arrival heralded a new chapter in my journey, one filled with unexpected twists and turns. With a warm smile, I welcomed them into my world, ready to discover what fate had in store for us. But then again, my perception of grace and opulence for them was instantly shattered.

"Where the fuck is Mabon?!", said the tall lady with the crimson hair.

"Language, Beltane!", added the smaller lady who held her own waists. "But yes, dear- holy crap, is that you? Yuan? You're so big now!"

"That's Yuan?", replied the other. "You really are now big! Holy crap!"

What are they? My aunties? "You both must be Beltane and Ostara...", I bowed to them gently.

"Where's Ma-", Beltane was about to ask their comrade's location, but then the overthinking man in his suit made some noise at the back of my counter sipping the remaining coffee out of his glass cup.

"I'm here!"

And suddenly, they passed by me as if I didn't exist. This... is my store... Why did they feel like they were home... I frowned.

The two ladies hastily rushed towards the formal man, their movements filled with urgency. Beads of sweat glistened on their foreheads, evidence of their hurried journey. As they neared him, their breaths came in short gasps, and their disheveled appearance suggested a frantic quest to reach their destination.

"What's up?", the short Ostara approached Mabon.

With flushed cheeks and dampened clothing clinging to their bodies, they leaned in close to the formal man, their brows furrowed with deep concern. He whispered something to them, his voice carrying a sense of urgency that matched their own frantic energy.

"...", the longer the whisper took time, the heavier the tension rose from the two. Every second felt like a death sentence.

Their eyes shifted towards me, their serious gazes piercing through the air. Sweat trickled down their temples, and their brows glistened with moisture. It was as if their hurried arrival had left them breathless and eager to address the issue at hand. The tension in the room heightened, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of anticipation surge over me as if the outcome of this encounter held significant importance for all involved.

"And that's the coffee you two have been served.", Mabon concluded his statement loudly.

"Are you sure about this?", reasked Ostara as she was quite unsure of what Mabon had just said. "Are you sure Yuletide's system has been trampled with?", her gaze never left mine.

"We won't fucking hear the end of this from the rest of the shitty tribunal...", Beltane locked his stares towards me and focused his stares on my eyes. The tall woman, her long crimson hair cascading down to the floor, raised her hands as if holding an invisible screen in front of her. Like Mabon, Beltane's fingers moved with precision, pressing imaginary buttons with calculated gestures. She maintained a focused expression, her eyes scanning the imaginary interface before her. It was as if she was interacting with a complex system, manipulating the unseen technology with ease.

「User [Beltane] wishes to see your system's code. Allow? 」

"Huh?"

"Say allow.", the woman spoke with an urgent and serious tone. "Faster."

"Allow!", I have never spoken faster in my entire life.

As her hands moved with precision, the atmosphere in the room grew charged with electric energy. The scene unfolded like a mysterious dance as if the invisible buttons she pressed held the power to shape reality itself. The other occupants of the room watched with rapt attention, their gaze shifting between her and the effects her actions might yield.

As the tall woman continued to press the invisible buttons on her imaginary screen, a strange sensation began to wash over me. At first, it was subtle—an odd fluttering in my chest and a slight lightheadedness. But with each subsequent press of a button, the dizziness intensified, causing my vision to blur and my surroundings to warp.

Colors seemed to merge and swirl, creating a disorienting kaleidoscope of shapes and patterns. The air around me felt heavy as if charged with some sort of arcane energy.

"Ostara, catch him.", said Mabon a couple of feet away from me. "He's going to pass out anytime soon."

"On it...", replied the short lady.

I grasped onto the edge of the counter, trying to steady myself as the room spun around me. The short woman with the boy cut and the formal man watched me with concerned eyes, their features distorted by the swirling chaos. The tall woman, oblivious to my growing discomfort, continued to press the invisible buttons with unwavering focus. "He's going to pass out alright...", he sighed. "The codes... They're all messed up... And some parts here are unheard of and possibly..."

"More advanced than us...", with a worried tone, Mabon replied.

With a sudden burst of strength, the Ostara swiftly moved towards me as I struggled to regain my balance. In one fluid motion, she effortlessly scooped me up in her arms, cradling me as if I weighed nothing at all. Her touch was gentle yet firm, radiating a sense of assurance and care.

Carrying me like a fragile feather, she guided me towards a nearby bed, its wooden frame adorned with a soft mattress, inviting me to rest and recover. With utmost tenderness, she lowered me onto the bed, ensuring I was comfortable and supported. The fabric beneath me felt cool against my skin, a soothing contrast to the whirlwind of sensations I had just experienced.

"What are...", I tried to regain consciousness, but I couldn't... "What are you, people?"

"We're stakeholders of Revenue Corp.."

What the fuck is that?