Book 3: Chapter 7
The tea that the elves have here is pretty similar to the tea I used to drink, but isn’t the exact same either. The leaves elves put inside their tea aren’t tea leaves but tree leaves. They also grind the tree leaves into miniscule pieces. They use a colander to hold the grinded leaves and then pour the boiling water in. It results in an orange coloured liquid which is the tea the elves drink.
However, there were different colours. The table next to us had green coloured tea. I looked at the orange coloured tea in front of me and took a sip. How should I describe it…? Why did it taste like red bull for some reason…? It had a similar effect as red bull as well, except it was more apparent. I was referring to the wake-up call from it by the way.
Mera removed her face veil, gently lifted up her tea cup, and after taking a sip in an elegant manner, she smiled and said: “This type of tea can relieve fatigue. I had quite a bit of work today.”
“I’m sorry for bothering you.”
“Not at all. I will prioritise your request, your highness. Moreover, my main job is making perfumes. Creating potions was never my job. It was just that the people asking for my help were neighbours so it was hard to reject them.” Mera smiled and continued: “After all, the deer hunting festival is an important event for elves, men in particular. Killing a white deer king is the most glorious accomplishment possible. The male elf who succeeds will be heralded as a hero. When he achieves that, the girl he likes is bound to fall for him. Further, it would be a great honour for the female elf to marry him after he successfully kills a white deer king. That would be the most blissful outcome possible.”
“Is that so? So you’re saying that the deer hunting festival is a chance for the male elves to prove themselves?”
I smiled and glanced over to Lucia. Would it be a joyous occasion if I were to participate and successfully kill a white deer king, and then take the opportunity to get married with Lucia? I think Lucia would be happy as well because she’d be marrying a prince who’s been recognised as being outstanding, right?
I mean, girls usually take pride in being able to marry an outstanding man, don’t they?
“Is that not so?” Mera laughed, and then pursed her blood-red lips, looked at me and said: “Female elves are all concerned with whether or not they can give birth to outstanding children, because we have no means of withstanding the rigors of war and military service. Even Miss Lucia by your side would be substantially weaker and slower than males if she did not have the buffs provided by the wind elves. Consequently, female elves must give birth to strong children in order to ensure the elven lineage continues.”