Olga Marie: You just said "trick a kid," didn't you?! / When it's a witch, it's not stealing...

Then Irena raised her head and looked at Gray.

"..."

Gray looked utterly bewildered.

"Sigh, can't be helped. In that case—"

Irena pushed the mushroom soup toward Yvette beside her...

Author's Note:

First update desu~

Olga Marie: You Just Said "Tricking Children," Didn't You?!

"Croissants with mushroom soup—what kind of nonsense is mixing delicious food into 〇〇 supposed to be...?"

"Then why give it to me?"

Yvette blinked.

"Ahem, it's a thank-you gift. You explained quite a lot to us yesterday."

"...Whoa, that really is quite the thank-you gift." Even Yvette started complaining.

"Um..." Gray smiled helplessly and looked at Yvette, trying to change the subject. "Have you been here many times?"

"Of course. I told you before, didn't I? My family is a distinguished lineage of Mystic Eyes. And after coming here a few times, I can more or less identify the guests too."

Yvette swept her gaze around before looking toward the old priest over there.

"For example—that man should be a seller."

"Mr. Caleb?" Gray recognized him.

"Although the Holy Church has skilled magi too, their foundation is what it is, so magecraft other than Baptismal Chant isn't popular—rather, most people in the Holy Church only know that one spell, Baptismal Chant." Yvette shook her head. "And at his age, even if he transplanted Mystic Eyes, he wouldn't have the time or stamina to get used to them. So it makes more sense that he came to sell Mystic Eyes that had become impossible to control."

"They become uncontrollable with age...?"

"The magical energy and thaumaturgical formula produced by Mystic Eyes need to remain balanced. When magical energy is lacking, they drain your vitality. If the shortage isn't severe, then when you're young and full of life, you might only feel tired. But when you get