Published: September 4, 2025
Please be cautious if you dislike various allergies!
Correction of typos made on 8/25.
Partial additions and corrections made on 8/25.
This is Satou. In the era when food allergies were minor, it was said that finding foods you could eat was quite difficult. Perhaps in even earlier times, people with many dislikes were treated poorly.
I wonder if food allergies exist in another world as well...
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“Sweet melons~?”
“There are so many growing!”
“Pochi, Tama. Since the Elves are the ones growing these, you can’t just take them without permission.”
This happened while climbing the spiral staircase around the tree where Mia’s house is located. Seeing the sweet melons and red tangerines growing along the way, Pochi and Tama were excited.
“Hmm.”
Mia plucked one of them, cut it in half with a knife, and handed it to Pochi and Tama.
“If you get hungry, you can pick and eat them freely, alright? No need to hesitate—”
I see, perhaps it’s less about someone cultivating them and more like street trees with ginkgo nuts.
That was my thought, but not only on the outside stairs but inside the house built within the tree, fruits and flowers were growing. I thought sunlight wouldn’t reach in there, but they were thriving well.
We were led into a spacious living room with a high ceiling.
Leaving the jostled Mia behind, we were guided by Mia’s parents to a table that looked like a tree stump.
When Mia’s father said “Chairs,” vines at our feet lifted up and transformed into chairs. Quite fantasy-like indeed.
When Mia’s father snapped his fingers, feather spirits brought goblets equal to the number of people and lined them on the table.
When he snapped again, a pitcher-like plant descended from above and poured a sweet-smelling transparent liquid into the goblets.
Is it safe to drink?
But Pochi and Tama didn’t hesitate to taste it and voiced their praise. Ah, so it’s delicious.
We were so captivated by the fantastic scene unfolding before us that we apparently neglected to watch out for any suspicious characters.
A small protesting voice made us realize it.
“Let go.”
“Hey, come on, let go!”
“Help, Raya, help!”
When I turned around, three feather spirits caught by Nana were pleading with Mia’s father, looking like they were about to cry. Nana held one in each hand, and the last one, quite scandalously, was shoved into Nana’s cleavage. I want to swap places.
Mia’s father just watched the feather spirits struggling in Nana’s cleavage without offering help. Our eyes met somehow, and we nodded in understanding.
Ouch.
I got hit on the head from behind by Arisa. It seemed Lulu rescued the feather spirits.
“Honestly, you boob-obsessed lot.”
“That’s a misunderstanding.”
“Yeah, a misunderstanding.”
Dodging Arisa and Lulu’s accusing looks, I shifted my gaze back to the jostled Mia. Indeed, all the Elves are slender. There don’t seem to be any chubby Elves, either partially or overall.
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“Seriously, you’re hopeless.”
“What a problem.”
“This place is comfortable.”
The feather spirits that escaped from Nana somehow gathered on my head and shoulders. One of them, making grumbling remarks, was pulling my hair and complaining. It hurt enough that I cupped it with my hand and set it down on the table.
Pochi broke some baked sweets and fed them to the complaining feather spirits.
“Oh! This is delicious.”
“Really is.”
“Give me more.”
Though crumbs of the sweets were falling everywhere, I thought I could use life magic to clean it later.
Perhaps hearing the feather spirits’ praise, feather spirits from all over the Elf Village gathered.
“Hey, give us some?”
“Won’t you give me some?”
“Ah ah, wait, there’s no more.”
The feather spirits were speaking in elvish, so theoretically we shouldn’t understand, but the conversation made sense.
It was fun to watch Pochi panic, but here I offered a helping hand.
I took out a basket full of baked sweets from the Treasure Vault (Item Box) and set them on the table.