Ellen's Day of Suffering

Ellen shuddered for no apparent reason, a chill running down her back.

"What is this?" She no longer looked anything like the world's greatest wizard. Like an ordinary mature woman, she was being forced to endure something she never should have had to bear, her face full of humiliation.

A gloomy shadow hung over her delicate blond-haired, blue-eyed face. The veins at her temples twitched faintly, and the corners of her mouth spasmed involuntarily.

On the table before her sat Stargazy Pie, Haggis, and a whole array of famous British dishes.

Fish heads that had died with their eyes open poked out from the pie crusts, their hollow eye sockets staring straight at her and making her shudder in disgust.

"Of course, this is food from your country. I suddenly remembered that Miss Ellen works in Japan, so you must miss your homeland terribly. Come on, dig in."

Ai looked bright and enthusiastic as she pressed both hands onto Ellen's shoulders, firmly pinning her to the stool.

Although Ellen, with her Realizer activated, ranked an astonishing first among wizards in combat ability, in her ordinary state, to put it politely, she was the sort of pathetic weakling who would be out of breath after running fifty meters.

In that condition, she naturally could not match the stamina of the youthful and energetic three sisters, Ai, Mii, and Mai.

"Yes, Miss Ellen. Being far from home must be hard, right?" Mai thoughtfully served Ellen some food.

"Seriously?"

The three of them went on and on, as though they had developed an intense interest in the blond, blue-eyed Ellen before them.

"W-What?!" Ellen's face darkened. Who the hell had spread the rumor that British people liked British food?!

She wanted to run, but discovered that her meager strength could not break free