Amagi Brilliant Park - Volume 1 - Chapter Ep

Epilogue 
It was the first day of April, and it really felt like spring. 
It was morning, just before the park opened. After announcing a few general policy directives for the new year, Seiya gave more detailed explanations to the various department heads about their upcoming direction. Then, he headed to the rooftop garden. 
Latifah was waiting there as usual. 
No... not “as usual,” he reminded himself; to her, this would be their first meeting. 
“It is a pleasure to meet you. Ah... Kanie Seiya-sama,” she greeted him awkwardly. 
“Yeah. A pleasure to meet you,” Seiya said, although his smile was strained. 
“I have heard a great deal about you,” she continued. “I am told that last year, you saved the park from a truly desperate situation.” 
She doesn’t remember it anymore, he realized with regret. The last few weeks, her telling me about the revelation and kissing me, the promise I made to her all those years ago... It’s all been reset. 
Her manner, too, while not exactly cold, was reticent. 
“I’m not any kind of savior, but... I’ll do what I can,” Seiya said. “I look forward to working with you.” A feeling of indescribable sadness whispered through him. 
“Yes, I feel the same way,” she told him with a polite smile. 

After leaving the garden behind, Seiya was heading for his office, in the general affairs building, when he spotted a commotion in the PR department office. It was Isuzu, Moffle, Macaron, and Tiramii, and murder seemed to hang in the air. 
“What’s going on here?” he wanted to know. 
“Ahh... Kanie-kun,” Isuzu greeted him. “We’ve been discussing cast profiles for the park’s official website.” 
“And..?” he said, pressing for more information. 
“We’re encountered a variety of problems,” she explained. “Moffle’s ‘favorite food’ entry, for instance—he won’t offer anything except croquettes.” 
Moffle let out a snort. “Well, it’s the truth, fumo. Croquettes are the best. My favorites lately are the snack croquettes sold at a place called ‘Saigo-tei’ in Komazawa and Nakano.” 
“But you’re the Fairy of Sweets, aren’t you?” Isuzu demanded. “Besides, there’s already a mascot character in a famous manga who loves croquettes. It’s been done.” 
“Rrgh...” Moffle groaned. “Then make it dorayaki, fumo.” 
“That’s also been done,” she pointed out. “It’s the favorite food of a character well known to everyone in Japan.” 
“Grrr...” 
“Then there’s Tiramii,” Isuzu moved on. “For ‘dislikes,’ you put ‘mice.’ That’s unacceptable. It’s extremely famous as the ‘dislike’ of the character I mentioned before.” 
“B-But I really don’t like them, mii!” Tiramie bleated in protest. “I was at this run-down pub in Shimo-kitazawa when I ran into this brown rat as big as a cat! It was traumatic, mii!” Tiramii’s whole body floofed up in fear. Moffle gave him a sideways glance, but he ignored it. 
“Nevertheless, mice are off the table,” Isuzu said dismissively. “It’s been done.” 

“Ugh...” 
“Also, Macaron,” she said, coming to the last of her victims. “Under ‘special skills’ you put ‘building Gundam models.’ But, surely you jest?” 
Macaron puffed up in annoyance. “B-But I am good at that, ron! I can build a Master Grade without instructions! I’ve even got Ebikawa Kanetake’s autograph, ron!” 
“There’s another character who’s famous for building Gundam models,” Isuzu told him pointedly. “You know, Sergeant such-and-such. It’s been done. Request denied.” 
“Oh, come on...” 
Seiya, watching passively, managed to intuit what the issue was. But as Isuzu seemed to have things well in hand, he could probably afford to stay out of it. 
Just then, the three mascots united in protest. 
“You’re just mean, mii! All you say is ‘it’s been done, it’s been done!’” 
“Yeah! These things are what make us who we are, fumo.” 
“If anything’s ‘been done’ around here, it’s that weapon of yours, ron!” 
“I...” Isuzu flinched at his accusation. 
“That’s right, mii!” Tiramii accused scornfully. “A musket? Please! Give us a break!” 
“Moffu,” Moffle agreed. “It’s right out of that recent hit ‘magical girl’ show...” 
“Yeah, yeah! That masterpiece!” Macaron enthused. “I have the whole series on blu-ray, ron!” 
They chorused in unison, “It’s been done!” 
“...Ngh.” Isuzu lowered her eyes, shoulders trembling, but the three kept at her: 
“The three of us at least can hide it, fumo. But muskets, you know...” 
“As a major visual element? Pretty pathetic, ron...” 
“It’s like a failed pinup idol trying to rack up hits by cosplaying a character she barely knows, mii.” 
“Easy there, Sento...” Seiya cautioned. “You guys knock it off too.” 
But it was too late for Seiya to stop it. Tears forming at the corners of her eyes, Isuzu pulled out the weapon in question. “Then I’ll show you the power of this ‘been done’ weapon!” she shouted. 
“Stop i—” he started to protest. She fired. 
Macaron got hit by a “pain of stubbing your little toe on the dresser” bullet, and fell to the floor in agony. Horrified, Moffle and Tiramii tried to flee, but Isuzu kept firing relentlessly. Tricen, who was just passing by, got hit by a stray shot. Tiramii used Seiya as a shield, but Isuzu kept firing... 
Maybe I should have jumped ship after two weeks after all... Seiya thought to himself in exasperation. A whole year with these people? It was ridiculous! 
Seiya threw himself prostrate on the floor, as the office became a war zone, already regretting what he had taken on.

-The End-