More of a Seven Sage Than the Seven Sages

The Dragon-Slaying Mage, Cyrus Page, was baffled.

“—So I tried changing the fertilizer mix to make the vegetables juicier, but then they came out all watery and bland. I tried it with fruit too, and that was just as watery and disappointing. But depending on the soil, this fertilizer can work better, so farming really is fascinating, huh? Oh, want a turnip?”

With that, Raul Roseberg, the fifth-generation Witch of Thorns, offered him a turnip from his pocket.

Cyrus furrowed his brow and glared sidelong at Raul.

“...I just ate, so no thanks. By the way, that’s the third time I’ve heard this story, and this is already the fifth time you’ve offered me vegetables.”

“Is that so? Let’s see, what else...? Oh, right! Do you need to use the toilet? I’ll show you!”

“That’s the sixth time.”

This ridiculously handsome, friendly mage had been going on and on about toilets and vegetables.

And between those topics, he kept offering vegetables or offering to show Cyrus to the toilet.

(What the hell is he testing me for...?)...