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“My dream of becoming a miller in Beth’s countryside never ended up coming true.”

As Noel spread splendid water magic over the plants in the greenhouse and sprinkled them with water, he scratched his head, looking a little disappointed.

“That is fine. I like this greenhouse too, and Noel-sama is cooler being a magician-sama than grinding flour.”

Beth, who had been gazing dreamily at Noel’s water magic, said that.

“I-Is that so? If you say so, Beth… well, I suppose it is not bad.”

When Beth, who spoke little, honestly told him he was cool, Noel turned bright red, enough...