Rejoice, Presidente!

Hm? You wanna know how to make doujin? You really signed up for ServantFes without even knowing that?

Heh, that's either really brave, or really reckless. Reminds me of how bad last year's Halloween got.

But that's okay with me. I like a little recklessness.

All right, as a fellow Anti-Hero...of sorts, I'll offer you a word of advice.

I don't know what sort of story you're looking to draw, but you can't just go right to a printer with a draft.

First, you need to actually make an appointment to see the printer.

You've already seen this bit, so let's just go ahead and hit the old "Skip" button, shall we?

Oh crap...I just remembered...!

Guys, hold up! Hold uuup!

What is it, Alter? We were just headed to the printer now. Did you forget something?

Remember how we couldn't find the owner there last time? I doubt it'll be any different now.

We'll have better luck of finding him if we split up and search the city.

Oh, right. We never did meet him, did we...

All right, why don't we try talking to other Servants who are in clubs of their own?

They might be able to point us in the right direction.

Okay, sounds good.

Hm hm hmm♪

Let's start with that Servant who's skipping down the street.

I...don't think that would be a very good use of our time.

Huh? Why?

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Oh, is someone there? Alohaaa!

What can this man of the sea do for you tonight?

Man of the sea?

What else would you call a sailor!

Whatever.

You wouldn't happen to know where we can find the owner of the printing place, would you?

No clue!

Why am I not surprised.

Oh, but I do know a couple of big shots. And isn't that what any company owner would be?

I suppose that's true...

d'Eon and I went to get a job with them, but...

Hmm... What do you think, Boss?

Heh. I already know all I need thanks to my Clairvoyance. You are a walking trouble factory.

If I were to hire you, I would have nothing to gain and everything to lose. I have no need for a talking stick of dynamite apt to light his own fuse.

But you, capable-looking maid, are a different story. You should make a perfect bodyguard.

Thank you, sir. I promise I will serve you faithfully.

Sorry, Astolfo. Nothing I can do!

Can you believe that!?

You're a meanie, Master!

I can hear your sarcasm!

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So thanks to that, I'm now homeless and jobless in Luluhawa! Good thing I'm an expert camper!

...Hey, I'm still trying to find a job, so it's not like I'm a total loser!

So where can we find this big shot?

At this time of night, probably at the hotel? Oh yeah, he runs the hotel too, did I mention that?

The hotel... Does that mean we've gotta go back where we started?

Ugh, this sucks!

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No problemo!

Wait...where was I going again?

Come on, let's go already!

Welcome back. ...Hm?

May I ask if there's a problem?

Is this hotel's owner here?

Oh, yes, he just returned not too long ago.

I believe you'll find him out on the beach, if you wish to speak with him.

Although

All right, let's move!

Oh boy. ...Hopefully that will work out.

You just decided not to bother 'cause it'd be too much of a pain in the ass, didn't you?

Hahaha, of course not.

I simply have many more things I need to attend to first, given my duties as hotel manager.

Speaking of which, I need you to be a little more polite to our guests.

Never mind me. What happened to the new porter you were supposed to hire?

Ah yes, I believe he should be here any moment no

Hiii! I'm here about the job posting!

You get right the hell out.

What'd I do?!

That must be the owner over there.

Seems that way. Especially since that d'Eon person's there.

Look, there's someone else, too... Maybe she's his secretary or something.

Okay, show of hands...

Who else here thinks they've seen that mop of blond hair on the owner guy's head before?

Yes, I certainly have.

We've just gotta hope he's willing to hear us out.

Pretty sure I have. I'd know those rich moves anywhere.

But hey, this works out well. All we gotta do's butter him up a bit!

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Hahahaha! As I thought, I have no recollection whatsoever!

And if looking at this paradisiacal ocean is not enough to stir my memory...

...that must mean I am not, in fact, a man of the sea!

Oh yes, I'm sure it does. Now, if you could just sign these papers for me, please?

Hold it right there. As the second secretary of staff, I cannot overlook this.

This investment opportunity is preposterous!

But just think of the profit!

Once you buy out an entire floor of a famous hotel, you can use it as a summer home once a year...

...and the rest of the time, you rent it back to meto the hotel for a safe, secure, low-risk ROI...

Yes, I'm sure the risk is very low for you.

Especially since this has you covering one percent of the investment cost and the boss covering the other ninety-nine!

And if that weren't bad enough, it has you as the primary beneficiary!

Mwahahahaha! Very well, request granted! There you go, signed and sealed.

Wait, really!? Don't you want to think it over at least a little!?

Worry not, my beautiful Maid Knight. My pool of riches is as boundless as the sea. I could not deplete it in a thousand lifetimes!

It is the privilege, nay, the right of one so rich to see how others spend such wealth.

Think of it this way: this will be an excellent opportunity to determine my new business partner's deviousness.

D-devious? Me? Oh gosh, it's embarrassing to hear you just come out and say it♡

At any rate, my identity crisis comes first and foremost!

Until I know who I am, nothing else matters!

Um, excuse me!

Hm? Who are you?

I am a man of wealth who lost his memory due to reasons. For the moment, you may call me Gorgeous P.

I am just another filthy-rich billionaire, the sort you find just about any old place.

I do not believe I would have any association with ordinary tourists like yourselves.

Oh come on, it's as plain as the hair on your head that you're Gilgame

Silence!

Hold your tongue, Ratman!

I will permit no one else to restore my memories! No one!

I, and I alone, will do that.

So you are to remain silent, regardless of what you may know. Is that clear?

Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. We're just commoners, after all. Who are we to object?

I don't give a rip about your memories. I just want to know if you own the local printer.

Oh yes, that he does.

Gorgeous Printing Inc. is ready and waiting to turn your final draft into a professional publication the day of the con, five minutes before the con begins, or even right after the con doors open!

Oh, right, I haven't introduced myself yet, have I? I'm Moolah, Mr. P's mysterious yet beautiful secretary♪

Oh, I wouldn't say that. It might be true, but I wouldn't say it.

Go right ahead! Just as long as you pay me what they're worth♪

Don't do it, Master.

She'll find a way to take everything but the shirt on your back if you put so much as a finger on her.

...♪

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All right, so I can kind of understand same-day printing before the con opens, but how can you offer to print after the con's already begun?

It's simple.

We send our printer into Void Space, invert cause and effect...

...and finish the printing the moment you finish your final draft.

That way, once you're ready to send it to the printer, you don't even have to!

It's our new landmark printing service♪

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Why thank you♡

Heh. Amnesia or not, there is nothing my money and I cannot do.

However!

There are, of course, some conditions that must be met in order to use this extra special service!

Conditions? What, like pay you a metric shit ton of BB Bucks or something?

Payment is a given. I'm running a business, not a charity. But before we make a deal, you must prove you are trustworthy...

...by risking your lives!

Now, prepare yourselves, up-and-coming club members!

Now that Servants have assembled here on this moonlit beach, what else is there to do but fight?

Good. I'm glad we understand one another.

Now, let our battle begin.

Huh? Why do we have to fight!?

Why, you say?

Because that is what Servants do when they encounter each other, of course.

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I apologize on behalf of my employer.

But you must understand, printing a book on the day of the con is a fairly difficult endeavor for us.

It is not simply a matter of being able to afford it.

We want to print books into which the creators have poured their heart and souls.

That is why we want you to show us how strong your resolve is. Are you prepared to do that?

We accept. We were gonna have to "negotiate" with the printer eventually anyway.

So let's show them just how serious we are about this.

You better believe it.

We're gonna show them exactly how serious we are about this!

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Bring it, you bourgeois punks!

Hmm... I thought that fighting you might help me remember something, since you lot seem vaguely familiar, but it would seem not...

Well, no matter. It was an enjoyable warm-up nonetheless.

Very well! I now understand just how dedicated you are to your work!

It does seem that the key creative figure among you is still harboring some delusions...but that is no less valid a creative method than others.

So suffer for your art! Fight for your art!

Mongrels though you may be, no doubt you can still produce something beautiful if you master what talents you have!

I hereby grant you permission to make use of my printing facilities!

Fuhahahaha! Hahahahaha!

Now, d'Eon, let us be on our way. Today, we're having dinner at the Ritz penthouse.

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Very well, what is it? ...Hm? What does the "P" stand for?

Dunderhead! What else would it possibly stand for!?

It stands for "President," the most important person in all of Luluhawa!

Okay, let's get going, Mr. President. Oh, by the way, I have another proposition for a new factory I was hoping you could take a look at...?

Very well! Build it! Just make sure to produce a special line of product just for me!

Yaaay♡

Oh no, not another scam...! Get back here, you! Excuse me, everyone, but I need to get going!

Good luck with your doujin!