Unnamed Most Powerful Mage (WEB Version)

It took about 10 minutes to get off the observation deck with Samara and walk down a path made of wooden planks about 3 metres wide that existed on the trees to reach their destination.

The building that existed in front of me was as big as my parents' house.

"This is the place, is it?

For what I said about having a feast, I get a little slapped out of the fact that it wasn't a big building.

Samara answers yes as she leans down a little to my word.

"I see..."

Now, I'm not sure, but isn't it the kind of feast that brings a lot of powerful people together?

I don't know much about elf habits right now.

Perhaps we should have asked Lineras or Sayless about this before coming.

"Mr. Yuma? What's wrong, sir?

"No... Nothing"

Well, if anything, if you do something, you won't have a problem.

I think it's the magic of [Meteor]!

Once inside a wooden building, there was a large variety of fruit and vegetable-only stir-fry and soup with vegetables placed on the large table.

I mean - the table is on the green side......

"Mr. Yuma, go over there!

"- Oh, yeah."

I sat in the back of the room near the elves full of beauties.

"Come on! Master Yuma! Here's some alcohol and more!

A three-knit, 15-year-old woman, an elf, pours alcohol on me.

I don't have to drink alcohol...

watching the green liquor being poured...... what!? Green? Was alcohol something that would turn green? I gather all my knowledge to find out, but I don't see anything but olive oil.

Besides, olive oil is not alcoholic...

Generally speaking, I think green is blue juice... but can't we put something like that out at a banquet or something?

"Hey, hey?

I speak to the elves indoors with a shuddering voice suppressing that the green juice I had Mr. Linstat serve was not good.

Everyone is turning their sparkling, clear eyes at me waiting for the next word I say.

"Actually, I... I'm underage, so I can't drink."

"Uh... what is a minor?

A beautiful elf curled around some of his golden hair asks.

And when I looked indoors, the eleven elves who added Samara were very interested. They were looking at me with their eyes...

"You're the one who says you shouldn't drink while you're younger -"

"Oh, really?

He's been pouring alcohol on me. Again, this beautiful elf gives me a depressed look and apologizes, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I went ahead with the alcohol".

"Yes, no - well... you poured it for me and I'll try it..."

I put my mouth on a glass of wood with green liquid in it and drink it out in one breath.

My body will not accept any poison in the labyrinth of the sea Rivalua...

I feel the taste is bad.

"- Damn, first of all... it's not..."

An elf who had poured alcohol to look at me with his moist eyes had entered his sight and had lied aggressively.

Clearly, it's bad enough.

It would be unbearably yummy if I hadn't drunk the example blue juice that Mr. Linstat had served me and put up with it.

"Well, that's what our guest Yuma was told, and we'll have a drink too!

The elves, who included Anne in Samara's words, mouthed the same green drink I drank and said, "After all, green leaf liquor is delicious!," he says.

Apparently, me and the elves taste different.

Then...

I see the green dishes on the table.

The fact that the taste of the elves and I, the average person, is so different that we are isolated...

Wouldn't food taste different, too?

I take a dish like slicing the most decent red fruit with my throat gobbling.

"Mr. Yuma! That's what I cooked for a red paprika that only takes one a month!

Samara talks to me well, but she's just a pepper, right? And I'm alone - sticking in my heart, chewing.

"Hmm..."

Very unsavory.

Oh, my God, this - it has an eggy taste characteristic of greenery.

This would definitely be the one that needs to take ash juice or something.

"Saints! What do you say? The food was made by this Merne!

"Oh yeah... I think it would be nice to taste very primitive or rustic..."

I was in the mood to throw a plate at you asking if you could eat such a shitty, unsavory dish, but when a beautiful elf still waits for an appraisal from me with an anxious look, it's not that easy to say something terrible...

"Great... I, everyone told me to cook better... but I had a little courage when the saints told me so!

"Well...... but good luck"

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa And I accidentally put a penetration in my heart, but I don't talk about it.

You could be mad if you were just doing it deliberately, and if a guy made it and it didn't taste good, you could hit him...