"Here, it's done. Let's see if it's working fine," Killian said, standing up. He was holding a wrench.
"Let's try it," one of the students said. He activated the machine by inserting electric current through magic.
The metallic machine started up without black smoke, fire, or even sharp sounds.
"Woah, it's finally working as intended," said one of the students.
"Yeah. With that, I don't think there will be problems at your booth once the festival day comes," Killian said, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his hand.
"Let me wipe it out," Ayz said, using her own towel to wipe Killian's sweat.
"Thanks," Killian said, smiling.
On the other hand, the students watched them both with meaningful smiles on their faces.
"Leave some for us, so we can wipe his face too."
"Have some shame to yourself—let me just clean your hands with my towel—ah! It hurts! Don't just smack me."