Chapter. 12. Lettuce to Windmage (4)
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If I were to describe Felix Home in one word… it was a very dreamy building.
Whiooooong-
The pure white path that snaked through not only the walls but also the floor made it feel like a hole in a strange type of cave rather than a passageway in a building.
Every time the wind blew through that hole, a heavy whistle-like sound vibrated everywhere,
Palak, Palak, Palak, Palak-
“Oops. “This guy is doing it again.”
Padda-dak! Paddadadak-
Palak- Palak-
The feast of paper passing overhead, sometimes like migratory birds, sometimes like butterflies, created strange scenes that even a professor familiar with various strange phenomena had never imagined.
A winding white cave that goes up, sideways, and diagonally rather than walking forward. There was a letter flying inside and a wizard holding it and gently admonishing it.
It was a strange place where anyone would be confused as to whether it was a dream or reality, but the wizards here were so unique that such an unfamiliar environment did not feel like anything.
“and! Biburmi!”
“Make it rain! “Make me water!”
“It’s a wolf, it’s a wolf. werewolf!”
“It smells like a wet dog.”
“Ugh! “It’s a troll!”
“The little lady is riding a troll!”
“It’s a troll rider! Run away!!!!”
“Hehehehe!”
The type that squeals and squeals happily like a child. Mainly older wizards.
“It seems like it’s been a very long time since you visited in person, Branch of the Forest. Our lives are scattered like the wind, but memories are carried by the wind and are passed on to everyone. “No one has forgotten the promise of the World Tree and the Wind.”
“Save people! The wizard kidnapped-”
“Uh-huh! “When I visited your estate, I remembered your tea skills so much that I invited you to help me, so please quietly pour me some tea and then go!”
“I don’t enjoy tea, human.”
“hmm? this. “Good-bye then.”
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”
It seems like the conversation is going well, but in the end, there are people who don’t listen to the other person’s reaction and just say what they want to say and push things forward, and-
“Oh my! Master! Wizards who can use weather magic aren’t that common! How many times do I say this!”
“sorry! sorry! It’s not like racial discrimination, you mean it in a very pure sense! Even though our teacher likes people, he really likes animals… No, that’s not what I mean…”
“Ugh! “It’s a troll!”
“Deacon Daryl! Please give my regards to the lord! “I don’t want you to be upset about the case.”
Young wizards struggling and running around among crazy wizards.
[Gyo, professor! Do something, my friend! Ottoman! Or at least pour water on these guys’ heads!]
[If you get upset, we’ll all die, you man! Is there something that can’t be done? Anything- Oh my!]
‘Tsk. Thank you for your hard work. ‘I can leave this to you.’
The party, who were treated as ‘friends’ thanks to the gatekeeper who really liked water magicians, were in a lot of trouble because of the magicians rushing around to treat each other.
Thanks to this, I, who was treated as a ‘guest’, not only got in relatively smoothly thanks to the wizards who had flocked to the other side, but I also had time to look around the inside.
The first thing that caught my eye was the light source that illuminated the poorly lit Felix Home. A large stone stove, like something found in an aristocratic mansion, and soot-filled kitchen firewood, like something found in the kitchen of a poor farmhouse, were softly lighting up the surroundings. In addition, there were brass candlesticks seen in temples, cheap torches emitting acrid smoke, and candle wax piled up. Lights from all walks of life, including large candles, were gathered together.
Plus everything from bearskin rugs to bird hunting slings, tanning racks to straw beds and ornate chandeliers. Numerous pieces of furniture that did not fit at all were mixed up in a wide hall, showing off their presence, and the spaces between the awkward pieces of furniture were meticulously filled with small leather thimbles, nails, silverware, and other miscellaneous items full of hand marks.
‘This is exactly what it would feel like if you enlarged the size of the junk crow’s nest.’
Considering the tendencies of wind wizards, this messy collection has only one theme. These are probably items that they think should be in their ‘home’. Many wizards who passed through this place must have collected what they thought were necessary items for their homes, and ended up with a bunch of completely mismatched things like the ‘rusty metal kettle’ on top of the ‘extra large marble stove’.
The funny thing is, the atmosphere felt quite cozy with such items hanging around like a junk shop.
Various types of fireplaces hang on the wall, floor, or ceiling, each emitting their own warmth. The miscellaneous things that filled the area. Perhaps because each item contained someone’s longing, the atmosphere of this place, filled with mismatched miscellaneous items and furniture, had an atmosphere that seemed to represent the lives of wind wizards.
Whatever it was, it was said to be quite cozy inside, unlike the mysterious atmosphere outside.
Wow!
“Hey guys! “My wolf friend has something to say!”
“I… I would like to thank you all… and if possible, I will tell you where the letter is headed – Ouch! “No, don’t bite!”
“Red hair. short height. Trollrider girl? “The wind just brought me some interesting news…”
“Ah, ahahaha… I guess you’re looking at the wrong person…”
“I heard it too! I’m here to get married! “It’s also great.”
“Can I help you? If you catch the fierce wind and slightly carry your voice, you can make the wind blowing over the ridge shout out your name! Every time the wind blows in the valley, the sounds of [Lucilla~] and [Lucilla Aedran~] echo throughout the mountain valley!”
“That seems a bit… scary…”
“Let’s get out now! “This is a dry place, so it doesn’t rain often!”
“No, I…”
“Prepare for a storm! “It’s going to be rainy and windy for the first time in a long time!!!”
“No, let go! I don’t have that much magic… ugh!”
Cluck cluck!
“Professor guest. Don’t be distracted and follow me carefully. “I have to go see your friend.”
“Oh, yes.”
Of course, the coziness wasn’t like that of a secluded cabin, but rather felt like a Viking banquet hall full of alcohol. Anyway, at a glance, it was a reaction based on ‘goodwill’. Leaving this to the rest of the group, the professor decided to go a little further inside.
“This….”
“I told you not to pay attention. “Is this your first time seeing the letter?”
‘It’s my first time seeing so many things.’
No matter how much the gatekeeper urged me, I had no choice but to stop. I guarantee that everyone who sees this scene for the first time will stop like that.
After passing through the hall that felt like home to all the wind wizards, what I came across was closets and drawers crowded everywhere.
Clap la la rock-
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Rattling! Rattle rattle!
Palak! Paralock!
Even at this very moment, a huge drawer is constantly opening and closing to receive and send letters.
Several wizards were floating around, scolding letters that were spinning around in place, or swinging their wands to cast new spells, busy working at the post office. It felt like watching worker bees roaming around a beehive.
I knew that the gatekeeper was really bothering me right now, but it was a sight I couldn’t bear without asking.
“Uh…gatekeeper?”
“why.”
“What is that doing?”
“Do you…don’t have eyes…?”
The old man at the gate looked at me as if I was looking at a very pathetic and stupid person, and unlike his face filled with discomfort, he continued to explain very kindly.
“That… is a letter.”
“I know that much.”
“No, I don’t know. It’s a letter made of ink and paper, catalyzed by the writer’s emotions, and using the magic power of Felix Holm. “It’s different… from what customers know.”
“….why?”
“Think about it if you’re a wizard. Because it’s not my ‘job’ to teach you the ins and outs. My job is to help guide guests. “I will quickly take you there and go see Biburmi.”
Hung- Hwiung- Hwiung-
After saying that, the gatekeeper swung a wooden cane with a hole in it and neatly moved what looked like a large pile of books to the side. Then, where the pile of books had been piled up, there was a small swinging door tilted downward.
“Okay, everyone is here. Gauman Delhurst. It’s been 8 years, 7 months, and 23 days since the first visit. Responsible for sorting and reviewing missing letters. “Your friend is here.”
“My friend… right. “Thank you-”
Whiiing-
The gatekeeper flies away before the greeting is even finished. Seeing that his wrinkled face was filled with a smile, unlike his previous grumpy face, he seemed to like Ottman quite a bit.
“…I’m a water wizard too.”
I felt oddly discriminated against and separated from my group, but the situation was pretty good anyway.
If I were to attack it anyway, it would be much easier to target one person than to satisfy all the various wizards, and as I happened to be an ordinary ‘guest’, I happened to be out of the attention of other wizards and came across this wizard named Gauman Delhurst. Because it has become a thing.
‘Please, I hope this wizard named Gauman is at least a more sane person!’
The professor opened the old wooden door with a prayerful heart.
“…Who are you?”
An old man’s voice, warm warmth and the smell of old paper and burning candles welcomed him.
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Gauman Delhurst: Wizard of the High Wind. Rank 5-6. 63 years old. male.
I have a hobby of collecting and decorating small toys.
It is not a special NPC. Her job is to store letters that have not been properly enchanted due to missing or misspelled names, and she has very little outside activity.
Compared to other wizard NPCs, it is characterized by being quite stable. It is very stable from a magical perspective.
However, because he is a patient with severe dementia and often behaves unexpectedly, the rate of magical accidents is slightly higher than that of other wizards at Felix Home. He likes sheep’s milk cheese and soft bread. Since sheep are not raised in nearby villages, purchasing them in advance can help you get to know them. Other features include…..
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“Kyosuwoo~?”
“Yes, old man.”
“Ahh… I’ve never raised a baby as big as you…”
“Ha, haha…. It was so long ago that you might not remember… Hahahaha….”
An alcove so narrow that I could barely fit in.
The narrow room was already surrounded on all sides by bulging bookcases and drawers as if they were about to explode, and the only space left was a bed on which an old wizard was lying, a small table half the size of my forearm, and a candle holder burning precariously in a place full of letters. That was all.
….Should I call this fortunate or unfortunate?
As a result of calling out a random name in front of the gatekeeper, it was good that I passed, but I was guided here as an acquaintance of a wizard I did not know. It’s good to at least have an excuse to have a one-on-one interview, but you don’t know how the other person will react if a big, unknown person comes and says, ‘I came to see you.’
First of all, the good thing is that this wizard named ‘Gauman Delhurst’ does not even have a complete memory, so I cannot tell whether he was an acquaintance or a stranger pretending to be an acquaintance.
I was wondering what would happen if the wizard got angry at someone he didn’t know using his name, but for me, it was a fortunate situation…
“Um… I wonder which of the wizards here is in charge of trade with elves…”
“Elf? The apples the elf gave were delicious. “It had bugs in it.”
I’m crying!
“Whoa…. That’s right, elf. Well, let’s focus on the elves. There will be hot air balloons that regularly go to the long-eared forest-dwelling tribe and their friends. “Is it possible that the wizard in charge of it or the department that manages the hot air balloon-”
“This is a cozy house. customer? A guest has arrived. “What should I do because I don’t have anything prepared?”
“Haha… I don’t mind being treated well, Gauman? A hot air balloon heading to the elf forest-”
“It’s better to fill a teddy bear with wool rather than straw…”
“No, kinda…!”
I’m crying, I’m crying!
The problem is that this wizard is suffering from dementia and is unable to reason. Even when I tried to find out some information, this wizard named Gauman Dellhurst always just told me nonsense.
Mei profit-
“It won’t help. “Master, you’ve been in that state for the past five years.”
Just as the professor was trying to somehow revive his vague memories, the back of the old man’s bed opened and a wizard wearing a robe larger than his body entered the room.
“Well… who is the wizard-”
“for a moment.”
Sweet.
The wizard skillfully entered the narrow room, raised Gauman’s body with familiar gestures, arranged his clothes, and placed a plate of bread, soup, and cheese on the table.
“Eat your meal, Master.”
“Cheese, no cheese….”
“Look closely. “It’s there next to the bread.”
“No, it’s not this… big, yellow, soft, smelly… cheese made from sheep’s milk…”
“Shh. I’ll save you next time. “Even if it’s not the cheese you want, it was quite difficult to find it.”
“Umm, ahhh….”
The old wizard and his disciple focused on feeding and eating, as if I were not there, filling up half the room.
“Umm, ummm….”
“wait for a sec. Take off your shoes. yes. “Don’t just kick off the blanket and say you’re cold like last time.”
“Umm… Astrad, you shouldn’t go far, if you go far…”
“Ugh. “Yes, if you want to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back, so sleep well, Master.”
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Grumble- Piyuuu….
After such a difficult meal,
The student, who was wearing a robe much larger than his own body, turned his head to the professor only after confirming that his teacher was asleep.
“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. “Master, you don’t eat much past mealtime.”
“Ah, yes….”
“Come this way. Ah, maybe that’s a bit too much for you.”
A wizard’s disciple who is invisible because he is covered in a robe, but is presumed to be a teenage boy based on his exposed wrists and voice.
He took out a staff with three holes from his pocket and waved it quietly in the air.
Huh-hwi-hwi-hwi-hwi-ing-
‘Just like before, wind wizards seem to construct spells that way.’
Every time I swung the staff, I could see that the wind sucked into the hole of the wooden staff made a whistling sound, and the mana was intertwined with the sound, creating a spell.
If a water magician constructs a beast based on the type of finger and the folding of its joints, it seems that each of them constructs a spell using the wind and sound flowing into their wand.
The sounds of the whistles, one after another, overlapped and formed a harmony –
Gwakeuggeuk-clack, clack!
The wall of the alcove, which seemed so narrow with no room to move, was pushed out, creating a space where the professor could barely move.
“Please come across quickly. Because it borrows the magic power of the home, it cannot be extended for that long. “If Master wakes up, you may have to suffer for a long time again.”
It was a short but quite difficult spell, so the wizard took a deep breath and lifted his hood.
As expected, it was a boy. Like an old man, with white hair and expressionless green eyes. sixteen? His face, which appeared to be around fifteen, had an expression of knowledge about everything in the world, and his firm mouth did not give the impression of being very talkative.
A handsome but very tired boy with deep dark circles and drowsy eyes.
‘….This guy!’
As soon as he took off his hood, I got the feeling. The ‘disciple who looks very tired, a socialized wizard who is somewhat familiar with the world and has less wind in his head’ that we are told to focus on in the strategy of the Sacred Demon is exactly this type of wizard.
Kkeik-tak!
When I managed to enter through the trapdoor behind the bed, I found myself in a room that was just as narrow, but unlike Gauman’s, was neatly organized, with letters regularly flying in and piling up.
The boy waved his cane and cleaned up the area, then lit a candle in the dark room and motioned to me.
“Master, I know most of your work, so you can talk to me. So, he is an acquaintance of Master’s.”
Haaaa-
In a room filled with only the sound of falling letters, the sound of a boy sighing fell.
“It would be better to stop talking nonsense and tell the real story. ‘Professor’ guest. “Master, why did you come to visit?”
Whiuuung-
Whirling! Sisit-!
A type of wind gathers above the boy’s languid eyes, forming a thin impression and making an eerie sound.
…..Pisik.
“I think I’ve finally found the right person. I teach you. No last name, warrior of the Gwangmyeong Church. “3rd level water system.”
“…Astrad. Likewise, there is no castle. 3-tone wind wizard. Disciple of Gauman Delhurst. Missing Letter Acting Custodian. “You are a hero of the church… Are you really here to encourage our Wind World wizards to participate in the war?”
“If you know that much, it will be easier to talk about.”
At that sharp response, the professor sat down with a satisfied smile.
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