Chapter. 12. Lettuce to Windmage (21)
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The professor unconsciously turned his head to the side at the old wizard’s words.
Over there, Astrad is carefully loading the bodies one by one onto stretchers and sending them into the sky. Now that you have secured the saint’s soul, it is the best reward you can get in this area after the saint’s soul. Awesome colleague and human welfare savings.
No, why, why our prospect!
For a professor who had been thinking about what to teach him if he was taken in right away, and how to start with Tokusatsu-style physical training since he looked weak, it was like a bolt from the blue.
‘No way, there’s a character history I still haven’t figured out…?’
“Without him… we would all starve to death…”
“Such a disease-”
“Hmm?”
“Oh, no. nothing.”
“Yes… everything will dry out and die… Home is getting sick, and if Astrad, who is in charge of one of the pillars, leaves, Home will gradually become weaker… unstable… and we will lose our home. ….”
ah. That’s what it was about.
It was about the piling up of missing letters that I heard in the closet in Astrad. The story goes that the malicious inventory that only eats up magic power is increasing, but there is no way to deal with it because the Archmage’s magic is blocking it.
“Absolutely not?”
“no.”
“never?”
“No.”
“Are you going to imprison the wind wizard?”
“I can’t do that, but… at least that kid’s wish is still in the groove. I see that. Until the wind brings Astraad out, he will stay at home.”
An old wizard who says no with a firm look in his eyes no matter how many times he says it.
Damn it. This is it.
‘Given the overall story flow, this is a character who cannot recruit companions at this point.’
The lightning-bearded grandfather appeared to be a type of faction NPC representing Felix Home, a character representing a faction or force.
If such an NPC sees the player’s attempt to recruit him and says, ‘You can’t do this,’ it means that he has already missed a certain branch and is now unable to recruit him.
It was obvious without even looking where the branch was. Ignite Astrad’s Wrath and turn him into a War Mage, out of Wuthering Heights. Otherwise, I would have to stay and do research to repair the home.
Well, if I had come up with a solution before that, or even destroyed the pillars of the groove with my own hands, the result could have changed. Anyway, this means that in my world now, the ‘Astrad, no transfer’ decision has been firmly established.
‘That means you can’t get everything one way or another. ‘Either you can make him a gourmet shop and use him right away, or you can leave him to the good Astrad and leave him here.’
It was disappointing, but I gave up completely. Anyway, with what I’ve achieved so far, I’ve already exceeded my goal by a long way. If I had to choose between the two, I would have chosen 100 times out of 100 to leave that guy here.
“…If that’s what that guy wants.”
“Thank you… thank you… the face that was full of sadness when I took the first patient has bloomed like that… it’s probably thanks to you…”
“Yeah, whatever. “The kid looks a little depressed.”
“Oooh. Astrad… is a child born with good winds… and rises on the necessary winds at the right time….”
The old wizard looked up at me quietly with small eyes buried in his eyelids. He said something to another wizard behind him, then rummaged through his robes with trembling hands.
“There is something I need to give you…”
“oh.”
It’s a faction NPC. A reward for completing the main quest is also given.
Whick!
The old wizard threw the two boxes he had taken out of his arms at me.
Click.
What came out of the small, colorful box was a small bottle the size of my thumb. Inside the bottle, which was sealed with something magical, something was spinning violently, scattering water droplets on the glass wall.
“One is… a bottle filled with a storm… a wizard who is no longer dead… is said to have persuaded the storm he encountered while wandering to contain it… it was a promise that it would enable it to hit with the greatest force. , When you encounter an enemy too strong to deal with, if you break it, I will lend you the power of the storm….”
“oh.”
It’s good. A consumable wide-area magic weapon. Unlike items like scrolls, consumables with these proper nouns are quite rare. Since you can only use it once, you won’t know how powerful it is until it’s time to use it, but it won’t be disappointing.
Good good. The smaller one is very satisfactory.
“What is this…?”
“Open it yourself.”
The larger one is an elongated box half the size of my forearm. There are a lot of magic seals on it, and the size is just right…
‘Magic machine! It’s just the right size! Wow, this is really precious! Even if it contains only a wind walk, you can turn at a right angle while jumping without losing speed!’
It was a GG that didn’t have many original equipment items, but I didn’t particularly have a connection with the items.
The handcuffs I got from the church are not the right size for proper fighting, and for the same reason I cannot use holy items that I used as knuckles, so I desperately needed equipment that would provide additional performance when held like this compared to regular equipment, and they came out like this. It’s something to struggle with.
‘Please, a wand, three spells, or even two! Since it was given to me by Grandfather Thunder, it is a simple dish with one wind attribute and one lightning attribute…’
Click!
“hmm?”
Uh… when I opened it, it was bigger than I thought. No matter how well you hit it, it cannot be considered a wand. There was a seal attached to it like a case, but it looked like it was new, so it wasn’t an old relic.
The moment I touched it while wondering what on earth this was.
Sigh!
Thump!
“W-what is it?”
As soon as my hand touched it, what was inside tore the seal and grabbed me.
It was badly broken, creaky, and covered in stains… but the white color was imprinted in my mind to the point where I got sick of it.
Edeorna’s severed arm. What the old wizard gave as a gift was Edeorna’s arm.
“What is this….”
“It was you, after all. Ugh… I almost got fooled.”
“Oh, no. This….”
Crack!
The moment I was about to make an excuse, my dry body, which had used up all the blood it had saved in the battle with Edeorna, instinctively reacted to the thick blood of Mute and changed slightly. In particular, the part that was grabbed by the arm has changed so clearly that it cannot be denied.
Percussion!
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I hurriedly slapped the white hand away and it returned to its original state, but everyone had already seen it.
“It was you… it was you… you destroyed the groove like that and deceived us all by saying it was those monsters who did it…”
Grumpy, crackly!
The old wizard muttered in a low voice, with small sparks burning within his fluttering robes. After picking up Edeorna’s hand with a terrifying force…
‘Oh, here it comes!’
….Hwiik!
Just like when I first threw the box, I handed it over to the professor.
“….hmm?”
“Uhmmm… I gave it to you as a gift… but if you throw it away like this, this old man… will be hurt…”
“yes?”
Uh… you’re not going to kill me?
I couldn’t even think of a proper way to respond to what had happened so suddenly.
Splash?
I wouldn’t know if I didn’t invest the time, but if I run away from here after wasting so many days, my ticket to the Elven Forest will be through water, so I absolutely don’t want to run away. Hold off until you are hit enough to limit your movement speed.
Fighting?
Iggy… right? First of all, unlike before, there is no support from Felix Home, and above all, it is close enough that you can reach it if you stretch out your hand. If you do well, you might win. However, if you stop attacking those old men, your notoriety will rise to an unbearable level. And not in front of the red mute’s name, but in front of the name of a professor famous as a saint and warrior. Of course you can’t fight.
Since this doesn’t work, I thought I had no choice but to just take the hit without resistance and wait for the opponent to stop attacking, but he didn’t attack. Instead of being struck by lightning, he was shaking with a very hurt look on his face because he had thrown away his gift.
“What… aren’t you doing?”
“what? “What…?”
“Well… I am a red mute… Actually, I should have said it out loud, but there is a very deep and complicated situation here…”
“Ah, you red guy, I have to scold you. Gaaam, I broke part of Felix’s great legacy with a hammer! “Even if you were to be struck by lightning so terrifying that it would melt your teeth for 100 days, it wouldn’t be enough!! – Yiiii… only.”
The old man, whose eyes flashed for a moment, walked with difficulty using a cane and brushed the dust off the professor’s arms.
Tuk-tuk.
“You went through a lot and fought hard, so I’ll take a look at you just once.”
“Look… can you give it to me? “Without even asking why?”
“I already wanted to do that. There is no need to know the reason, right? I’m like that, and everyone else is like that, right? I guess you liked it. Everyone has seen Astrad since he was a kid. So go now, strange guest.”
After saying that, the old wizard turned around as if he had finished what he had to say and began to go his own way.
They brought him in seriously, put so much pressure on him that his liver shriveled, and even held a hearing on ‘Is the customer a red mute?’, and when they concluded that it was true, they said, ‘That’s right.’ But I wanted to watch it. ‘Go.’ And I just finished it.
“I just wanted to look at you….”
Uh… there must be some reason.
If you think about it, there may have been psychological factors such as dedication in battle or other factors.
“They seem like people who have only a bunch of peripheral nerves instead of a real brain.”
In the end, I just watched it because I wanted to.
People who live impulsively to the point of absurdity.
“Ah, this is the reward for letting Astrad go.”
If you turn the child into a revenge maniac and bring him in as a companion, you will acquire a wind wizard companion with ample potential.
If you let Felix stay as a home repairman, you’ll get a consumable magic item and, uh… an Edeor or arm.
Like a typical RPG quest, it was a quest with rewards divided depending on the branch.
The professor, who had lost all strength, put Edeorna’s right arm back into the sealed box and stretched it out.
Anyway, it’s really all over now.
All the rewards were obtained, the enemy was defeated, and the heartbreaking ending somehow ended.
“Hey! customer! All patients loaded! “Walk or ride!”
From above, I could see Astrad’s voice, Notum waving his hand, and Aldrich and Ottman riding in what looked like a tent, pointing desperately at the dusty relic.
Some people got hurt, some people died, but the events at Wuthering Heights ended without a hitch.
“…I want to eat a calorie bar.”
The professor suddenly heard the gurgling sound of a boat and climbed onto a piece of cloth that was falling from the sky.
I seemed to think that because I was on my way back home. This time, we fought until our parents, who passed away, flashed before our eyes, so I wanted to get some rest.
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Hydrasil. Elf. A 70-year-old girl, about 14 years old in human terms.
Like most long-lived species, elves also grow physically very quickly and become mentally sharp after they reach their prime, so all Idrasil knows about the world is what he heard from his great mother and other elves in the village, and the rugged Blue Blue. It was all about how to survive on the line.
Because Idrasil was like an innocent blank slate, she listened carefully to the words of the professor to whom her mother had delegated full authority.
That was also true of her role in this operation.
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‘It’s an intermediate level spirit of water… I honestly don’t know how to use it. His position overlaps with Ottman, and if you bring that up again…’
‘Gulp, gulp- gulp! I-I think it’s going to be a bit difficult for me…. It’s a beauty that never fades even if you get used to it….’
‘…Because Ottman becomes a fool. First, I will check your abilities properly when I have time, and this time I will only use them for long-distance support and scouting. ‘You understand your role, right?’
‘yes. Wait at a designated location and report when a wizard is found. When a battle breaks out, launch a long-distance attack from a safe position.’
‘….Be trustworthy in the world. The way you talk is like being with old platoon members, so I like it.’
‘If it’s a feminine way of speaking, I’m learning from Miss Lucilla. I guess it’s hard to say if you’re not nearby and listening. Elves don’t change easily.’
‘know. It’s not that I’m saying anything, it’s just that I really like the way he speaks, as if he will obey the one thing I ordered.’
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“…Professor, the party leader…. Prefers a short answer style of speaking that is not feminine.”
Crunchy!
The most important thing to prioritize is your mother’s orders. Learn about human life by watching human professors.
So, after the wizards had passed, she was watching and recording the human professor’s every move in real time through the eyes of the spirit. Of course, the elf had an excellent memory, but her semi-permanent records were much more reliable as long as they were not deteriorated than her uncertain memory. Kaneran’s Narim never does things in vain.
The first nest passed by without incident. The second nest also passed by.
When she reached the third nest, she suddenly woke up with the feeling that every little piece of her body was on edge.
“….enemy. “A very dangerous enemy.”
A thing to do. Wizard Observations and Reports. I ran it. next. When an enemy appears…
‘Support from a safe location.’
So she did it. It is the safest place in the vicinity due to the terrifying waves of magic that reverberate throughout the nearby valley.
He was planning to escape to Felix Home and then fire arrows from Home to where the professor was.
Until the battle is over and the sun rises. continue.
“Awww! Hydrasil! Is it okay to just stay still like this? “You can hear the sound of things exploding and breaking all the way from here!”
“This is a request from the party leader and professor…. It’s a request. Support from a secure location. I can handle fairly powerful spirits, but my physical defense is not that strong. In order to achieve the condition of ‘safety’, you must at least be out of the range where the enemy can launch a ranged attack using magic power, or be able to block the attack, like the Felix Home we are in right now….”
“Ugh! it’s annoying! fool! Wall windows! “Strange elf!”
“….There is one mistake. My intelligence is not lower than average. “My skin is relatively white, and I’m a strange elf who isn’t used to the human world yet.”
“Wow! Ouch! “Ugh!”
Idrasil saw Lucilla letting out a strange scream and took out the records about her and looked at them.
[Lucilla Aedran]
16 years old. She is a noblewoman. Enterprising. A bright and popular appearance that is considered cute.
It’s calculating. I absolutely hate loss.
He said that he dislikes people who don’t have ‘reasons’. I’m exploring what it means.
There is considerable knowledge related to gold and silver coins.
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‘hmm….’
Crunchy
+ If fragmentary facts are listed in front of you, you will scream.
+ Unlike the human professor, I strongly dislike her speaking style.
“…Hehehe.”
While Idrasil was satisfied with the fact that new knowledge had increased, he put away his notebook.
Lucilla, who was busy walking around, exchanged a few words with the doorkeeper and began to put on the complicated clothes she had prepared in the morning, as well as the gloves and accessories she had taken out and arranged early in the morning.
“Idrasil, how do I look?”
“We had a number of very complex attachments installed.”
“No, ugh! Isn’t it pretty? No. Hmm… Are there any irregular wrinkles on the dress, any dusty spots, or any blemishes on the face that aren’t covered up?”
“Below left calf. “There are places where the pattern is disrupted.”
“good! The hero said it would be okay as long as you get used to it, and this is what he was saying…! “Do your eyes look lively?”
“She has the vitality of a human woman of that age. Well, there is.”
“thank you! Please remember my question carefully now! “If you ask, ‘Are you pretty?’, all you have to do is go through this process and judge!”
“Oh, thank you, Lucilla. But where are you going to prepare ‘pretty’?”
“Where is it! The chaos broke out in the early morning, but we can’t just stay still since we’re still part of the group, right? “Unlike the so-and-so elf who ran away here as soon as the battle started!”
“My name is Idrasil. “Not so-and-so.”
“Gaaaaaaaa!”
Lucilla was about to scream again, but calmed herself down thinking about the people she would meet in the future.
‘The mindset of a noble woman, the mindset of a noble woman. The mind is water, and the body is a mirror containing the mind. Frowning facial expressions and angry voices break your heart, and the broken heart comes back to make your appearance worse. Phew! Calm down, Lucilla. beautifully. Elegantly! Although this reputation was acquired by chance, she is worthy of being a legendary lady!’
What the professor asked her to do. Since she was originally not helpful in battle, all she wanted to do was to stay and calculate the loss and negotiate as she made the party’s place in elven trade goods, but Lucilla said, ‘Here you did what you are good at’. ‘I wish’ was interpreted a little more broadly.
‘What I’m good at. Relationships. Profit and loss calculation. If you add the very special reputation I have to the current situation in a place called Wuthering Heights where anyone in the empire can contact anyone as long as they know their name…!’
As a merchant, Lucilla knew all the names of influential nobles, powerful people, and other famous and wealthy people within the empire.
The reputation of the [suitor from Teldrat], which had already been rumored, was enough to reach the nobleman beyond the strict butlers of noble families.
In addition to the unusual sounds of battle, ‘the entire area fled because the battle was dangerous.’ Adding Idrasil’s testimony, Lucilla decided that the party was in serious danger, and from that moment on, she started writing letters.
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Dear matriarch of the Marquis de Bois, Lucilla Aedran.
I hope you’ll forgive me for not being able to use all the necessary courtesy, even though this is my first time meeting you, let alone telling you my name. Because the situation was so urgent, I had to risk my courtesy and send such a rude letter.
The empire is in danger.
Wuthering Heights, the remains of Felix Drixiel, a close friend and archmage who was given the title of royal knight by the Emperor long ago, is under enemy attack.
Felix’s home has already been destroyed in one attack, and all wizards and warriors go out to engage in a fierce battle with the enemy…
So, as quickly as possible, we will provide as much support as possible to prevent the empire’s facilities with a long history and countless wizards and warriors from disappearing like the wind after making noble sacrifices…
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Dear Jewelry Shall Master.
I hope you’ll forgive me for not being able to use all the necessary courtesy, even though this is my first time meeting you, let alone telling you my name. So urgent…..
Support…..
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Dear Margrave Bishop, XXX.
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Dear, dear, dear….
Lucilla, who had written a letter with only minimal examples in one stroke, woke up the old gatekeeper, who was the only one left in the house, amid the sounds of battle at dawn, and asked him to tell her the fastest way to mail the letter. I cooked it.
‘…If you run to the merchant or payment center that has a branch nearby, you will probably get a few people to come since you only contacted the nobles who are a day away. I’ve requested combat personnel, so if you’re around here, you’ll see at a glance how big the battle is going on beyond the valley. Please, I hope the reinforcements I called are not late…!’
To be honest, I didn’t think that the arrogant nobles would make a move. He just did his best as the professor asked him to do. Most likely, it would be the mercenaries at the top who were intent on using this as an excuse to oblige her with her debt, and her holy knights who would come running in a month when her saint was in danger.
With that in mind, Lucilla went to the entrance of the home under the guidance of the gatekeeper…
Purr, purr!
Clank, clank, clank, clank!
“…Hehe, hehe?!”
She ended up hiccuping as the waves of iron filled her eyes. Idrasil, who followed behind, was also impressed by the feast of knights who were clearly elite at a glance.
“You were right, Lucilla. “I should have tried a little harder.”
“Oh, no… I’ve never called this many people…”
Lucilla overlooked one thing.
This means that letters were sent ‘simultaneously’ to several nobles. It wasn’t just a letter, it was a letter with terrifying content saying that the empire was under attack.
Naturally, the nobles who received the letter were upset, and when they confirmed that all nearby nobles had received letters with the same content, they immediately rushed to the temple within the territory and hastily struck down the sacred communication.
Where?
To be the first to know that the Empire is under attack.
To the imperial palace.
Crash. Crash. Crash. chuck!
While Lucilla was trembling, frozen by the ridiculous scale, a tall knight got off his horse, approached her, and knelt down.
“I came here after hearing a call for help. Lady Lucilla.”
“Ah, ah… thank you… where did you come from…”
“Gratitude is what we must do. Indeed, I can feel a huge wave of energy, enough to call it an attack on the empire. Aslan’s traveling knights. “I will join the war immediately.”
“Well, if it’s a swordsman… the Duke’s?”
“I am aware that you did not apply separately to the sword family, but the imperial family has ordered support. “Except for the troops responsible for the defense of each region near the Imperial Rock Region, most of the spare troops deployed to maintain security in the territory near Wuthering Heights are heading here.”
“Huh, huh! Hiccup!”
Lucilla saw the guest book that had unknowingly left her hand, passing among the Knights of the Valley embroidered with the colorful family flags. That flag belongs to the Seed Knights, which only accepts children from prestigious families and raises them as squires of the Guard Knights, and that is the flag of the swordsman Aslan’s family. The Marquis de Dutente, the Duke of Santalia, and…
“My, the imperial flag… the imperial family’s flag! Hi!”
“I will say goodbye later. “I don’t want to leave the lead empty.”
“Ah… yes….”
“And, soon, the imperial family will send you an invitation to thank you for your dedication to the well-being of the empire even though you are a noble from a foreign country. Please know.”
“In the royal family…?”
“Maybe a letter will come. “Okay then!”
Just like the knight in the picture, the knight of the sword family raises the front foot of his horse and disappears while leading another knight down the valley.
Lucilla, who had underestimated the empire’s information network, which was tightly connected through letters and holy magic, had never thought that something like this would escalate in just a few hours. She was staring at the guestbook that the last article had left behind with a bewildered expression on her face.
‘It’s dazzling.’
The list of visitors was so dazzling that it created such an illusion. Except for the knights representing each region from nearby fiefdoms, all the knights who were thirsty for specialization came.
An overwhelming power that can make even the lords of the border move with just a single word. Excluding the representative knights, only the spare knights who could come immediately came, but they were that number and elite.
“This is… the empire.”
In the end, Lucilla lost strength in her legs and collapsed on the spot.
At this time, it was just after dawn and the sun was rising.
It was around the time when the professor had finished working with the wizards and was thinking, ‘Now that everything is really finished, I should go home and rest.’
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