Unnamed Most Powerful Mage (WEB Version)

"That's... unfortunate. I thought it was a very good race name... next time I'll suggest it to the chief."

"Oh well... keep it up, well, hang in there. As for what I said..."

"Yes! I will tell the chief that Mr. Yuma has properly suggested a great race name!

"No, you don't have to say anything..."

Besides, I don't think I'll ever give you permission for Erin Feet or anything.

Still, these elves really don't listen to people...

- I mean, the one that gathers around me, wouldn't a common sense person be about Inon, Yurica and Emerada if he included me?

"Anyway. Can we have a feast today?

I feel like we're wasting more time at a feast than that.

"Uh..."

Eiffel looks at me with a disgruntled face.

Anne and the other elves look at me jizzily as if they're waiting for something to say.

Oh, my God, my feast was quieting down in one word.

"- Oh, the... right. Mr. Yuma needs to go back into the woods, too, right?

"Right."

I agree with Samara immediately.

Apparently, Samara thought about taking the place.

When they heard Samara's words, the elves, including Eiffel and Anne, looked at each other and said, "Right? Yuma runs back into the woods, so it's sundown... better cut it up early," he began.

Apparently, you can manage to deliver the place well and dissolve it.

"Today, I thank you for hosting the feast. Elf Garden for a while - I plan to live near where Mr. Linstat, Linnellas' mother lives, so if anything happens, you can count on me."

The elves who heard my words didn't seem to know what they were saying for a moment, and they were shuddering, but when they understood, they nodded.

Out of the room, the sun had already set.

Only that the place where the elves live, there are no street lights, etc., and one side of the area is closed in the dark.

I build events in my head and unleash magic over them.

The activated magic illuminates one side of the perimeter when it sounds an explosion at a position several hundred meters above it.

So-called, magic close to the [illumination bullet] principle.

Let them deploy over nearly ten rounds.

"Mr. Yuma, the magic..."

Looking back, Samara and the others are looking at me with amazement.

The elves may be deeply shaped about trees and grass, but I still don't think it extends to the knowledge of the Earth that exists in me.

"That's it... the magic of the light"

"Oh, is that... the magic of the light?

"Right..."

I was snorting and sweating from my forehead at Samara's inquiry.

My lighting magic sounds, because the resting elves are coming out of the building and looking up and pointing at the sky.

"See you later!

From the path of the elf garden on the tree, I jump.

"Mr. Yuma!?

Samara screams in a surprised voice, but for me, there's nothing wrong with jumping off a tree.

"See you, Samara. I'll take care of the rest!

- The next morning, in [Mobile Adventurer Guild Inn] ….

"Yuma, it's morning. Yo!

Outside the room - you can hear Inon from the other side of the door.

Inon always makes breakfast early in the morning and then goes around saying hello to his room.

It is the village of Findeika that goes around each room, and Inon repeats himself all the time, as if he had been a habit since he was helping out with the lodging.

I don't think I have to do anything else, but it seems I can't give in to Inon either.

I was a little tired of running through the woods closed in the dark last night, knocking down the demons that attacked me and coming back.

I woke up only momentarily after hearing Inon's voice about it.

Well, there's nothing to do today, and let's just say we sleep slowly!