“Blech!! No!!”

Emilia looked so desperate with her mouth covered and tears in her eyes. She screamed when she had the first cup of tea and cried on the second. She was limp by the third glass like she had lost all strength, and by the fourth, she had an empty gaze and seemed like she didn’t even understand what was going in her mouth.

“Food torture is actually quite effective, you know.”

Trauma was a real thing. People who weren’t picky with food wouldn’t know, but there were actual cases where people with a set palate had a severe rejection of certain foods or ingredients.

Emilia had been chosen as the Saintess of the Divine Tree, so she probably had never had to swallow whatever she was given to stay alive. On top of that, since she was an elf, the race of the forest, she had probably never eaten something as tiny as bugs either; it wasn’t like elves could not eat meat, but they usually preferred a vegetarian diet.

The funny thing was that Davey had only given Emilia regular tea, not the strange tea that Yuria took pride in brewing. He couldn’t even make the regular tea taste like how Yuria would make it, since she always brewed her teas with unique techniques.

“It’s just green and black tea.”

That was the funny thing.

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