Unnamed Most Powerful Mage (WEB Version)

I prefer the smell of tea poured into the prepared white pottery.

It's like a royal nobleman...

Well, what I'm sitting in is a crude chair that's placed in a place like a tavern and dining room with no weird philosophy whatsoever...

I eat the hard, roasted, bossy, textured bread for breakfast on the table.

My mouth can't get dry.

The usual, moffy, cozy teeth are negative.

You just can't complain about the meal you made about me.

In the village of Alai, I was just making it.

"Ugh..."

"What's wrong with you?

Unexpectedly, I get a small sigh.

It was truly unconscious.

Apparently Yurika was subtle as a mood when she saw the look around her cooking too -.

"No, just a reminder of the morning..."

You don't taste the things you've made with all your heart! If I say something like that, they complain from around me.

I can take care of you and worry about you around me. As far as I'm concerned, I can't do that.

I put the vegetable soup that Yurika made in my mouth to moisturize my dry mouth.

Of course, I don't speak of that, even while I zero stupidity in my heart that the flavor is thin.

"Oh, um... if you want to say something, you can say it clarity, right?

"What are you saying? And it's delicious, huh?

Yurika looks at my face with half an eye.

And around that, everyone eats breakfast made by Yurica.

Well, to say all of them may be somewhat exaggerated.

I lost my sight of Yurika, and I reached for the pottery where the tea was poured...

"- Hmm? We don't have any tea, do we? Maid there!

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Hmmm......

I know I'm whispering, but I can't see the whole picture because I'm hiding in the pillars.

Oh man......

Now you're disqualified as a maid of honor.

"Hey! Maid there! No, no maids! Your husband's tea is gone! Why don't we just get to work?

"Yu, Yuma. This is... hey..."

The maid protests somewhat by keeping her face bright red and hiding her entire body in the pillars.

"You said you'd take any punishment, so you hit him with it, didn't you? And if you look like a maid, it's society or the world that does the maid's job, my rules!

"You... you finally blew it -"

Oh, boy, yeah, here's what you're gonna say.

How is it not bad at all to just pinch a reason and not be yourself?

"You don't know anything!

"Because I know! You're a pervert!

"Dude, what are you talking about?

Look straight into the maid's eyes as she glances over my shoulder.

That eye creaks with anger inside somewhere.

And the fact that the white expression is dyed red goes hand in hand, it's very good!

"Perverts are perverts because they don't take it by 10,000 people, right? I mean, it's not my hobby, it's like being in an aristocratic hall. It's a worker! I'm not a pervert!... and that is! My thoughts are common, and you should have such a shameful look, prejudiced against the position of maid! I don't think you can give me a disgraceful look, but what do you think?

That's it, after I tell you the truth, I play the white pottery, or teacup, on the table with my index finger.

"Here! Pour some tea without all the prejudice! No maid! If you stay like that, you'll never get your job done, will you?

"Ugh... one day, you, one day bump..."

A waste maid shows up from a pillar.

That outfit, in a black upper and lower bikini, just wore a white apron dress, and all I had to do was wear a white knee high to my thighs -.

Very eye-catching.

Of course, there's no such thing as making made-up clothes for me that I've made my sister's clothes using magic, demons and plants in a trial and error.

How much, my chest! Slab! That said, there's a girl.

Only by other comparisons, so my breasts are usually there as well.

Made to order for such a linen is black bikini made clothes.

That's me! and it can be perfectly finished enough to self-admire.

Seeing that outfit, all the women except me had their white eyes on me, but, well, I know there's a desire to wear it once, but I get in trouble for being seen that far explicitly.

Well, if you ask me, I won't make it for you -.