“You’re telling me this boy sacrificed his ‘Daily Wish’ to give everyone in that world their own wish?” Sister Lydia asked, the Imp in front of her looking awfully timid,
“Y-yes Sister…” she replied,
“How noble.” Lydia said, letting out a light chuckle, “I suppose he doesn’t quite understand the rules of the wish… however I would say it’s a rather fun idea. I’m sure if I pull some strings I can make it work.”
“Of course, Sister Lydia.” The Imp said.
“Allow me to speak with the Mistress, and we’ll have it organised by tomorrow.”
“Excellent.” The Imp finished, bowing before turning around and leaving.
“Oh, darling.” Sister Lydia called out. The Imp turned around, just by the exit, “take a Wish from my personal stash and give it to the boy.”
“Certainly, Sister Lydia.”
The Imp left the grand room, leaving Sister Lydia to herself.
Lydia chuckled to herself, imagining the chaos that would ensue if this was approved by Mistress Rose. She couldn’t imagine why it wouldn’t. It seemed like an excellent idea to collect so much transformation, given just how selfish and chaotic humans can be.
She snapped her fingers, and one of her servants provided her a perfect transcript of the wish the young man had made. She smirked once again:
‘I wish that every single person in the world gets one single wish to use however, whenever, and on whatever they want; but the wish must be cause them to transform in some way!”