Unnamed Most Powerful Mage (WEB Version)

"[Fairy Garden Elf Garden on a Tree] or..."

I follow Samara as she recites her words.

I realize that it is more firmly made than I thought I would walk down a path made of trees and cranes that connect each other on trees.

"You don't shake at all..."

"Yes, we Elves live in Elf Gardens because we are good at magic that draws strength from plants familiar with elves that say trees and grasshoppers."

"I see..."

"Yes! What magic is Mr. Yuma good at?

"Whatever magic they say..."

I get in trouble about what to explain.

My magic is magic that activates by building physical phenomena in your head and thinking of kanji.

The magic used by ordinary magicians will require magic formations, chanting and activating languages.

And as far as the elves were concerned, they seemed to be activated only by words when using magic.

"Well, my magic is magic in keeping with physical phenomena."

"Is it magic along the lines of a physical phenomenon?

I snort at Samara's words.

Just stop explaining the details.

Because it is not a good idea to teach this weakness without darkness.

After a while of walking, you can see buildings that are high altitude among the buildings that exist on the tree...

Mr. Yuma, this is the observatory.

"Observatory..."

In my words, Samara said cheerfully, "Yes!" And he grabbed my arm when he answered.

"So, Mr. Yuma, shall we go up?

"Oh man - you have no choice..."

Go up a spiral staircase made of wood alone so that Samara can pull your arm.

"Whoa - pretty good view"

The tower itself is about ten meters tall, but can be seen far above the tree with no object to block it.

The landscape was on the green side, the town seemed to exist over the sea, reflecting the light of the sunset, and it looked very mysterious.

"Mr. Yuma......"

"- Hmm?"

Samara was blushing.

"What's going on? You even caught a cold?

I'll put my hand on Samara's forehead.

Hmmm...... You don't seem to have any particular fever.

Maybe Samara's cheeks are red because of the sunset.

"Suppose it's time to go down the tower?

Samara had already let go of my arm, so when she tried to get down the stairs, she was pulled off the hem of her clothes and out of balance.

For one thing, inverting my body didn't result in crushing it -.

"Oh, bad. Samara, would you step aside for a second?

When I tell Samara, who is shaped like riding on me, to retreat, Samara looks at me with her moist blue eyes for a moment when she lays down her face and says, "Uh... Um... Mr. Yuma..." and stops the words where she's been whining.

That's where I finally realize.

My moist eyes as far as Samara is concerned, my red cheeks say to me... it looks like she looks terribly like Sayless.

Isn't this - is it an elf-specific disease?

"Oh, hey - Samara, calm down! Then you have an elf-specific illness now!

"That's not true! Um... Yu, I was watching Yuma's powerful battle -" Dear Samara! The feast is ready! "- Yes!?

When I saw those who spoke, there was Anne standing, her face turning bright red and watching us.

"Oh, you know - what is Samara doing here, not out of what? Someone said you could definitely be in the tower of your lover's vows because of how Samara looks! No matter how many sheikhs you represent, it's terrible!

That's all I'm saying, Anne ran away...

It just kind of seems to get caught up in the mendokusai thing.

Samara, unfortunately retreating from above me, said, "Mr. Yuma, then I'll show you to the feast, right?" I've been talking to you...

"Hey. Can I go home?

I have only a bad feeling about going to the feast.

"- Huh!? Oh, no..."

Samara looks back, turns her complexion bright blue and says, "Please, if Yuma can't come now, it's a big deal -" but honestly, whatever happens to Samara, it doesn't really matter to me.

"Well, that's it. Lend me one!

".................. yes. Thank you."

To my words, Samara has bowed her head.