Chapter 182: An Ordinary Elf Like Me Is a Popular Star Here? (4) "The sight of the golf ball soaring high into the sky in a perfect arc… it's truly fantastic."
"Oh my, look at that. The bird spirit that was flying overhead just accurately indicated where the ball landed. If it had gone a little farther from that spot, an eagle would have been possible on this hole."
"I wonder when we'll finally see a hole-in-one—the flower of golf, as Jinseo said. Of course, our Allensia will be the first to achieve it, won't she?"
Once again, the members of Allensia's fan club had gathered to cheer her on, and they continuously marveled at her play.
Unlike at the soccer and baseball fields, however, they did not scream or shout each time she made a brilliant move. At the golf course, they quietly conversed instead.
"I'm looking forward to seeing which sport she'll delight us with next. Come to think of it, I heard she's been working as a Taekwondo instructor these days?"
"That's right. They say when she performs a high kick, her leg stretches almost into a straight line. My child saw it at the dojo!"
"Shh, your voice is getting louder. Please observe proper gallery etiquette."
"Ah… yes."
At the reminder from the fan club president, Catherine, the members lowered their voices, only then realizing how loud they had become.
Golf also served a social function, and compared to other sports, it placed greater emphasis on etiquette.
That standard applied to the spectators—the gallery—as well.
Just as Lee Jinseo had instructed, even when a magnificent play occurred, they refrained from cheering or screaming and instead responded with light applause.
In particular, they remained completely silent during shots.
In truth, magic had been cast around the players so that the sounds of the gallery would not reach them, meaning loud chatter would not have caused any major issue.
Even so, they faithfully followed Jinseo's guidance, and thanks to the gallery's active cooperation, those playing golf were able to focus entirely on the game and socializing.
"At first, having spectators was a bit burdensome… but now it's rather nice."
"I thought they only rejoiced over Allensia's play, but they applaud when we do well too. It gives me strength. Hohoho…."
With the gallery watching their play attentively, taking care not to interfere with the match, and responding with applause when fine shots appeared, the golfers were able to enjoy the competition wholeheartedly.
Everyone is enjoying golf, and I'm glad the gallery listened to what I said. But… it's really amazing. How can she be so good at every sport she touches?
Lee Jinseo found Allensia—who had now mastered soccer, baseball, and even golf—simply astonishing.
Rather than evoking the typical image of a fantasy elf, she felt more like an all-capable protagonist straight out of a web novel.
Could Allensia… be a regressor or a reincarnator?
After briefly entertaining a setting that seemed fit only for fantasy fiction, Jinseo shook his head and let out a wry smile.
I've been reading too many novels. I should at least offer her something to drink.
He went into the food truck, retrieved a sports drink, and handed it to Allensia.
"Thank you. I'll drink it."
"You really are excellent at golf. I thought that even for you, Allensia, it would be difficult to play well from the very beginning… It seems my insight was lacking."
"The wind happened to be blowing from behind, so it traveled farther. I was fortunate. And the performance of this adantium golf club, crafted by the dwarf artisans, is exceptional as well."
Allensia lifted the golf club, which shimmered with a subtle sheen, and smiled.
On the Francia Continent, golf clubs made of the rare metal adantium had already become an essential item for any noble of refinement who enjoyed golf.
"But you're still wearing that hat."
"Ah… does wearing this kind of hat violate golf etiquette?"
"Well, how should I put it…."
Holding a luxurious adantium golf club while wearing a Saemaul Movement cap on her head still looked incongruous to Jinseo.
Even in another world, seeing fashion so out of sync with Korean sensibilities was gradually wearing down his patience.
"Try wearing this instead."
If Allensia had not been so handsome, Jinseo might have let it slide, but he could not stand seeing an elf fail to live up to her looks. He placed a baseball cap on Allensia's head instead.
"It's similar in design to a golf cap, so wear this from now on. When I have time later, I'll prepare proper golf wear for you."
"Thank you. New clothes are always welcome. Since the topic has come up, I do have a request…."
While Allensia listed the golf equipment she needed, Jason, who had been diligently cooking in the kitchen, stepped down from the food truck.
"Hyung-nim, the luncheon is ready."
"All right. Everyone, it's lunchtime. Please come and eat."
"Oh dear, has it already become this late?"
"I was just starting to feel hungry. Perfect timing."
Having completed the front nine holes, the elder elves and nobles entrusted their golf equipment to their attendants and gathered around the food truck.
Thanks to golf, they had grown closer. No longer did they sit divided by race; now they mixed freely at the tables.
"Jjolmyeon tastes like heaven after exercise."
"Eating street toast atop this green lawn is truly special. With scenery this fine, one's appetite returns as well."
"The only regret is having to eat dwarf-made sausages without beer. Jinseo said drinking alcohol while enjoying sports is forbidden… so we must abide by it."
In a warm and friendly atmosphere, the luncheon continued, and Jinseo worked busily preparing food.
Then he belatedly recalled an important detail and began to worry.
Is it really acceptable to dine like this on the field?
Although he had seen golf matches on television, he had never visited a golf course, let alone played golf himself. There was far more about golf that he did not know.
Thus, unlike baseball or soccer, he could not personally instruct others in golf.
As a result, the role of actually teaching golf to the people of this world had fallen to Allensia.
Jinseo's role had been limited to playing golf videos, obtaining a rulebook and explaining it to Allensia, and searching online for golf etiquette to share with others.
Should I tell them to move somewhere else to eat, even now?
Golf carried the status of a refined sport that valued etiquette. Yet the sight of nobles eating fried food dipped in Tteokbokki sauce on the field was clearly far removed from that refined image.
Ah… forget it. No need to ruin the mood. I'll just keep cooking. This isn't Korea—it's another world. It should be fine.
After repeated deliberation, Jinseo convinced himself by thinking of it as a localization of golf.
From then on, even seeing Oswald Hamilton slurping down Ramen enthusiastically on the golf course no longer troubled him.
"The Tteok-twi-sun-ra-gim special set is ready."
When Paulo brought over the steaming bunsik arranged on a metal tray, Duke Layton—seated beside Oswald Hamilton—recognized him and smiled faintly.
"It has been quite some time since I last tasted your cooking, since the banquet at the royal palace early last year."
"Has it already been that long? Time truly passes quickly."
"His Majesty subtly asked when you would return to the palace. Isn't it about time you went back?"
At present, Paulo was actively serving as the head chef of the bunsik street in Dwarf Town. However, his original position was that of royal court chef of the Doren Kingdom.
With his bunsik apprenticeship growing ever longer, Duke Layton expressed a hint of regret.
"I still have many dishes left to learn from Jinseo."
"Still?"
"Whenever I think there is nothing more to learn and that I should return, Jinseo presents a new dish each time…."
"That does sound like him. I expected as much. In that case, please proceed with installing a food truck branch in Colses. How can it be that other nations have food truck branches, yet the kingdom's capital does not?"
"Ah… is that so?"
"To realize that only now—truly, you have been absorbed only in cooking. Still, you are not quite as extreme as Marco. Hahaha!"
Duke Layton burst into hearty laughter as he looked up at the flustered Paulo.
Meanwhile, Jinseo had set up a separate table for Allensia's fan club so they could also partake in the meal.
Delivering the food to them was Allensia's responsibility.
"Ah, Allensia is personally bringing Tteokbokki to me…."
"This bottle of water touched by Allensia's hand… I shall treasure it as a family heirloom."
As Allensia, whom they had only ever admired from afar, personally brought various bunsik dishes to them, the fan club members could hardly contain their joy.
They wanted to scream as they had at the soccer and baseball fields, but remembering Jinseo's words, they exercised the utmost restraint.
"I am always grateful for your support."
"Kyaa—ah… ahem! Ahem. I nearly committed a breach of etiquette."
Catherine, the president of Allensia's fan club, nearly screamed reflexively. But when she saw her raise her right index finger to her lips, she tightly closed her mouth and merely nodded.
"If you need anything, please let me know. Ah, you're out of water. Please wait a moment."
Even the sight of her returning to the food truck to fetch bottled water made her fans feel as though honey were dripping from their eyes.
Every word and gesture was exemplary fan service.
Thus, in an atmosphere where both the golfers and the gallery were satisfied, the luncheon continued.
All except for one person—Keras.
"Phew…."
Elder Keras sat alone at a table and let out a long sigh.
In human terms, he was nearly one hundred years old. Moving his body without relying on magic was itself an ordeal.
If he could, he would have liked to make some excuse and slip away midway.
However, with high-ranking figures of various races gathered together, he could not be the only one to withdraw, so he simply waited for the round to conclude as soon as possible.
"Keras, are you tired?"
Jason approached with a salad and looked at him with concern.
"Does it show that clearly?"
"You said you are among the eldest of the elves. In that case…."
Jason took out one of the most treasured items he had received from Jinseo—something as precious to him as an adantium ladle.
"What is this?"
"It's a game you can enjoy as long as you have the strength to move your fingers."
"Is it similar to chess? But chess cannot be played alone. And it takes quite some time—unsuitable during a luncheon…."
"No. You can enjoy it alone, and it does not take long."
What Jason produced was none other than a portable Tetris.
Keras listened skeptically to Jason's explanation, then began playing.
"Oh? So you clear blocks in this manner. It's simple."
"Is that so?"
Jason smiled knowingly, like a seasoned veteran watching a novice.
"Ah… it's getting faster?"
"You are still far from being surprised."
"T-too fast!"
In a fluster, Keras repeatedly pressed the button to rotate the blocks without pause.
"Are you enjoying it?"
"Of course! To pass time in such an enjoyable way… I have lived over a thousand years, yet this is the first time I have encountered such an exhilarating game!"
There were many reasons elderly elves did not favor sports, but physical strain was a major factor.
Thus, many older elves enjoyed chess, but chess required an opponent, making it difficult to enjoy alone.
Keras, being the most senior among them, was not easily approached by other elves, making it hard to find a playing partner. Tetris, however, could be played alone while still feeling stimulating, almost as though playing against someone else. It began slowly and then gradually accelerated, preventing any lapse in concentration. That aspect perfectly suited Keras's taste. At the same time, it did not exhaust his body, making it the ideal pastime for him.
As expected, Tetris works everywhere. What a relief.
Concerned about Keras being alone, Jinseo had sent Jason. Seeing his intention bear fruit, he felt reassured.
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