お茶 ti
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“I’m a traveler. Emi Rune.”
I told my na to the big-breasted onee-san who calls herself “The Great Mage” Majurog.
And then, I tilted my head.
“…Are you really… Majurog?”
“Oh my, young lady… Emi-chan, you know about ? Kakaka! Well, I am a living legend, known throughout the world! So it’s only natural…”
“I heard Majurog is a dirty old man. No matter how I look at it, you don’t look like a geezer at all.”
I interrupted the self-proclaid Majurog, who had started boasting, and voiced my doubts.
Because the self-proclaid Majurog before my eyes is clearly a beautiful onee-san.
Yeah, she doesn’t look like a geezer.
“‘Dirty old man’, huh… Kakaka, that’s… a bit of a misrepresentation.”
“Misrepresentation?”
The self-proclaid Majurog chuckled, with a cute, wry smile.
“I’m not ‘dirty’… I was just a man of many loves, no matter my age… That’s all.”
And she winked, with a rather frivolous air.
“…I don’t think there’s any misrepresentation, and I feel like you were definitely a ‘dirty old man’, but that doesn’t matter.”
I sighed at the self-proclaid Majurog’s words and opened my mouth to rephrase my question.
But the self-proclaid Majurog put her slender, long index finger on my upper lip, interrupting , and then—
“‘The question is, if I’m really Majurog… why am I, who is said to be dead, alive in this Great Prison, and furthermore, in a woman’s body?’… right?”
She summarized what I wanted to ask in one sentence, and asked back, smiling mischievously and gently.
“…………”
“If I were to talk about that, it would take too long… Emi-chan, please have a seat over there.”
When I nodded silently, the self-proclaid Majurog turned and pointed to a round stool and a table.
“Fortunately, I have plenty of food in stock… so let’s have tea ti! Emi-chan, do you like tea?”
“…………I do.”
“Then look forward to the tea I’ll brew! My, my, I’m so happy! I love having tea with cute girls! Kaka-kaaa!”
The self-proclaid Majurog, laughing playfully, put her hand on my waist and escorted to the dining area.
Her movents are so natural and refined… that I unconsciously accepted her escort, and before I knew it, I was sitting on the round stool.
“Now, wait a mont.”
And then, it seems that there’s a pantry next to this room… because the self-proclaid Majurog brought out snacks on a plate, tea leaves, a glass teapot, teacups, and saucers from there.
But the “way she brought them out” was surprising.
This self-proclaid Majurog, without using her hands—
Carried them, floating in the air.
Despite not chanting any magic.
“…A special ability?”
“It’s ‘Magic’.”
The self-proclaid Majurog snapped her fingers.
And then, a ball of water suddenly appeared in the air.
“Well, special abilities and Magic are essentially the sa. In other words, sothing caused by using mana.”
And then, the self-proclaid Majurog held her palm over the water sphere, and bubbles started to form inside it.
It’s boiling.
“Then, what’s the difference between the two?”
Saying that, the self-proclaid Majurog put the tea leaves into the teapot, and poured the boiling water that was floating in the air into it.
“A special ability is a miracle, perford by the user relying on their talent. To understand the principles of that miracle, to consciously manipulate mana, and reproduce it. That is Magic. The technology that once supported the world.”
The transparent teapot was filled with hot water, bubbling—Kopo, kopo.
A reddish color, like smoke, seeped out from the tea leaves.
“That’s right… Magic is technology. The technology to ‘guide mana’ and achieve one’s goals. And the one who masters Magic, who unravels its mysteries… is a Mage. An existence that has now been almost completely eradicated from this world.”
A beautiful tea was completed.
Totototo……
The tea, poured into the teacup placed before , shimring, its surface rippling, emitted a sweet, refreshing fragrance.
“My goal… is to revive Magic in the human world. I dedicated my life to that. That’s why I called myself ‘The Great Mage’. Because I decided… that I would beco a symbol of change, and stand at the forefront.”
The self-proclaid Majurog, saying that, finally—
Took a sip of her tea.
And slowly enjoyed the aroma filling her nose.
She smiled beautifully.
I stared at the self-proclaid Majurog.
And said—
“More sweets.”
…!!
“No, Emi-chan, that’s a bit harsh! I just said all those aningful things, trying to sound cool! I want a better reaction than that!”
“Sorry. I’m expressionless… I’ve finished eating them, so please give more sweets.”
“Your expressionlessness doesn’t matter right now! Was my story that difficult to understand…?”
“No, it wasn’t. More sweets, please.”
The self-proclaid Majurog, sighing with a troubled look, snapped her fingers.
And then, more sweets flew from the pantry, and piled up on the plate.
Yay!
These sweets… they’re like chewy cookies… and they’re incredibly delicious!
Ah, really?
About special abilities, and Magic…
Is what she’s saying correct, even to you, Extra-sama?
This onee-san before my eyes… is worthy of being called “The Great Mage”?
Is she the real Majurog?
“…Now then.”
After chuckling at , who had started silently devouring the sweets again—
“I’ll answer your questions now.”
The self-proclaid Majurog’s smile disappeared, and her expression beca serious.
“Why am I still alive? Why am I in a woman’s body…? I’ll tell you.”
Closing her eyes, slowly.
Accurately recalling the past events.
“…If you don’t have enough sweet… you can get more from the pantry and eat them.”
Adding that kind consideration.
The definition of “Magic” in this story has finally been explained.
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