Chapter. 12. Lettuce to Windmage (24)
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Crack-dud-thud!
Whoosh!
“Come this way! Come this way!”
“Where is this…?”
“Oh my, you Basman! Just do the loading once or twice! Not strong winds! Multiple layers of soft stuff! “All your precious things will be torn apart!”
A little earlier than early morning. The blue winds of the wizards were brightening the dark valley.
Various metal ingots, arrowheads, pottery, and all kinds of exotic root crops and seeds were carried along with the wind in the basket of a large hot air balloon.
Looking at the procession of countless objects, the professor was engulfed in a sacred light.
If the other party members see it, they’ll think, ‘In the end, Roharam couldn’t overcome the pressure of public opinion, so he bestowed divine power on that pseudo-saint!’ But fortunately, that wasn’t the case.
The professor was communicating with the archbishop, surrounded by knights who were waiting in prayer without eating or sleeping until he came out.
[Hmm… I don’t think it’s a very good environment for a conversation between a saint and an archbishop. Magical power is mixed and there is zero noise….]
“Would you like me to be surrounded by dozens of unwashed, sturdy paladins? “It’s uncomfortable for both of us, so let’s just talk about what we need and get it over with quickly.”
[Then first of all…. Have you still not heard Ro-Haram’s omen? really? Now you can really trust us more than anyone else in the world, saint. There’s no need to hide it?]
“Did you know that dozens of letters have been sent asking the same question? I could make a list of bishops of the Gwangmyeong Church from the list of letters, just like that! No! I tried praying just in case, but Ro Haram contacted me separately and said nothing like that happened? So, stop being rude to me, who is your grandson’s age! yes? I’m not a very holy person! “Let’s keep things normal!”
At this point, one of the Holy Knights started crying and said things like, ‘It’s humility that doesn’t lose one’s original intention, it’s literally, ahhh…’, so the professor wanted to end the communication magic even a second sooner.
[You can’t do that. Aren’t you already the true ‘Blood Saint’ and the one who rescued the saint’s soul? He is a noble person who cannot even be compared to a mere village rich.]
“Hey, do whatever you want, then. First of all, let me explain once again, the person who rescued the saint’s soul was not me, but a warlock named ‘Aldrich’. To be exact, a soul mage. The soul of the saint who had been oppressed and consumed by Mute was directly pulled out by him by reaching out to her soul. Please make sure to record this somewhere. okay?”
[It’s a fairly… sensitive part. In fact, it could be a good story. Even if he is a soul magician, there is no doubt that he is an evil person who defies the providence of life. However, it would be possible to write that the saint’s halo can make even such wicked people repent. How about preparing a baptism for that warlock named Aldrich?]
“well.”
Baptism…. Looking at the fact that he was a warlock and was embracing the soul of a saint, it certainly seems like the way black magic loves are a bit different. Still, you’re dealing with the soul, right? Above all, it seemed to be quite complicatedly intertwined with the spirit called ‘Nell’. If all of that becomes Buddhahood, it would be a bit… wouldn’t it be?
He put his treatment on Aldrich on hold for now and asked him to bring in a priest who was familiar with black magic and look into it in detail about the black magic that was an enemy of the church.
What is the story that follows after that? It was all about a saint. The Archbishop of the Church of Mercy heaped praise on the actions of our group of warriors who set out to resolve a long-standing misunderstanding, and as soon as the saint’s soul arrived at the headquarters of the Church of Mercy, she was officially taken into our arms. He said he would announce his return.
[It will be a great help to the morale of soldiers exhausted from the long war. Most likely, once the saint’s soul is released, the Paladins of Mercy will immediately leave the battle lines and begin searching for the saint. After that, we will focus entirely on saints.]
“…Won’t there be a problem maintaining the heat? “The merciless paladins must have accounted for a significant portion.”
[That’s true. Fortunately, our ‘Blood Saint’ managed to inflict a fatal wound on that evil, horrible and malicious white devil. Now that the heroes who were struggling to stop the evil enemy have some time to spare, you don’t have to worry about the hole they escaped through. Hehehehe! Truly, even though he is not here, he is like the sun of Roharam, benefiting the world through his influence. Hehehehe!]
‘…Please stop giving me those awkward compliments.’
It would be okay if it was just two people communicating, but since there are no holy relics and it is not a temple, they are using communication magic as a group prayer meeting of 20 paladins. These big guys are listening to our whole conversation. Every time you praise me, heavy men sneak up on me with happy faces!
It won’t work. I’ll have to write a separate letter later, but if I find out everything about the current situation, I’ll be crushed to death in the holy arms of those paladins.
Since I’ve given roughly all the necessary news, I decided to finish by listening to only the most important things.
“As for the compensation. “What does mercy give you?”
At those words, the archbishop cleared his throat a little uncomfortably.
[Honestly… it’s only a small level compared to the great achievement…]
“We are at war, and all of the church’s capabilities have been brought into the battle against Mute, so we have to take into account some circumstances. So, what’s the content?”
[Hmm… First of all, the long-standing discord between Jabi and Gwangmyeong has been resolved, and it has been officially announced that there will be a very friendly relationship. It is said that from now on, the Goddess of Mercy will look at Gwangmyeong with very positive eyes.]
“Well, that’s natural. also?”
[They said they would use the sacred relic in the main altar, ‘Saint Rafsache’s Touch’, for this war. It is a relic that lost its saintliness and was somehow connected to the Goddess of Mercy. It is said to be a sacred object containing the power of Saint Rafsace of the 2nd cycle.]
Oh, this is kinda cool. In fact, it is the number one holy relic of the Church of Mercy, that is. A wide area infinite dot heal totem. Even when compared to a saint, it is a good item that is only about half the price. I guess they enshrined it in the main altar as a last bastion, but now that the saint has been recovered, it means they will use it.
Other than that, the story continued like it was about providing material support and that they would fight against the group of evil spirits more passionately than when they were searching for the saint.
“…A little bit.”
[They couldn’t be more shameless. As its name suggests, it makes us wonder if it is begging for ‘mercy’ from us…]
“No, I’m saying this because I know you’re not that kind of person. Is there really anything more? “Is this the end?”
[Sigh….]
“Is there really nothing? I swear to heaven? Should I pray right now? As you said, if Ro Haram’s eyes are on me, will I go directly to the other side?”
[Well… there is one very minor thing… so trivial that I don’t even know if it should be considered a reward or an insult. It is clear that the old Rotmalier man has become senile…]
“Why are you hesitating so much? The sun will rise in a little while, really? “Why don’t you just say it before revealing it to the public?”
[That…. They say that the rescue of the saint was the achievement of the brave professor before the name of the light, and that they will canonize the professor in the name of the Church of Mercy? Hehehe, there are levels to being rude and shy. How can a saint who has taken refuge under Haram… no matter how honorable the position is, such a thing…]
Murmur.
Gossip!
“The saint… as a saint?”
“I wonder if the Goddess of Mercy lost her mind after getting her daughter back.”
“There are morals, but how can you throw away our saint like that?”
“Uh-huh, Brother Gregory! In front of the saint! “Be careful with your words and actions!”
The paladins connected to the communication magic were even more upset than I was right now.
‘no wonder. I heard that all other rewards are simple.’
It seems that only the truly necessary compensation was handed over to the church, and the rest was given to me.
A person named as a saint by multiple denominations? It’s rare, but not non-existent. In the first place, Princess Rabbit alone is a savior hero and is recorded as a sacred person in all religious denominations.
What is important is the authority. As I have been named a saint, even if it is an honorary title, I now have the authority to visit any Temple of Mercy and ask for support. It’s not just support, it’s the authority to uproot the pillars of the temple and carry them away.
It’s not even like they force you to give it to them. Since there was a rumor going around the neighborhood that I was the one who rescued the saint, it was obvious that if I asked her to help me with 10, she would come with 200 or 300 and try to help me.
‘Is it really okay? In the final scenario, you can ask for command of the Priests of Mercy and the Paladin. Probably by that time, the saint’s true body would have been found and her soul would have settled down, so there was a chance meeting with the newly born saint of mercy. It’s okay. Still, I was worried about how I would get involved in the final situation since I couldn’t do any political maneuvering.’
GG’s story line involves all kinds of stories intertwining and leading to the mountain, but one final main scenario never changes.
Final scenario. All-out war.
The political and military situation has been created through the players’ coaxing, cajoling, and all sorts of tricks. From the hero units recruited, to the reinforcements brought in.
As soon as the final phase is reached, a large-scale battle takes place in which the forces of Mute and the forces of humans face off simultaneously, as if to settle all achievements.
Since the only position he had right now was as a saint of light, he could only speak out as a representative of the light faction, but if he was the actual field commander of the two denominations that participated most actively in the war, his weight would be different.
[Don’t think it’s too important. It’s just that the beetles of mercy who have nothing right now are giving such a superficial position to the saint in order to get away with it…]
“I’m not going, I’m not going. I’m not even a bat. Still, there were years when I worked with Ro-Haram. “It won’t go away, so don’t panic too much.”
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[Keu, keuhm, hmmm!]
The archbishop knows that I don’t have any particular religious beliefs, so he must have thought that what if I liked the other side’s doctrine and passed over it?
After saying that he had roughly figured it out, the professor cut off communication with the archbishop. If anything else is needed, I’ll write to you through the imperial temple, right?
Rumbling!
clattering!
“Uh, uhh… Uhhh!”
“It passed-daaaa-”
“Bethman, you idiot! I’m telling you, don’t just watch like that, catch it! [Wind Veil]! [Wind Veil]!”
“Aaaah! ‘Watermelon’ was obtained with great difficulty and at a high cost from another merchant! “What are you going to do with my trade goods!!!”
In the dark of dawn, Lucilla was seen grabbing the wizard by the collar among the bright red watermelons.
“Hey, paladins. “There’s nothing to do, right?”
“Please give me your name.” Blessed one. No matter what sacred mission it is, even if it means jumping into the fiery pit of evil, our Holy Knights of Light do not waver even an inch-”
“It’s not like that. Come with me to move some luggage. They say I have to finish preparing before sunrise, but looking at that tail, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it in time. Wow, the shoulders are wide – so it looks like you’re good at loading and unloading. let’s go!”
“Uh, um…if you really want it….”
Around 5 am.
The hot air balloon carrying the professor’s luggage and trade goods was being prepared.
Now all that was left was to wait for good winds.
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“Waaah.”
“It’s amazing… it’s a magic weapon.”
“okay. Even at a glance, it doesn’t look out of the ordinary. “The magic and unique energy that resides between the pieces of wood is-”
“It’s a spirit. “It seems like they are getting their bearings as they jump between sails and balloons.”
“Well… it’s a boat, it’s a boat. A boat with many humps.”
Finally, morning dawned.
The professor and his party, who woke up after a good rest, finished their last meal at home, finished shipping not only the necessary luggage but also the personal trade goods that Lucilla had hastily purchased to sell, and were finally ready to leave this place.
“Well… I think I heard it was a hot air balloon…”
“Oooh….? “If you hang a ball full of air in a large basket, it becomes a hot air balloon…”
The hot air balloon heading to the elf forest that was finally ready for departure was very different from the type of hot air balloon that the professor knew. It is not a single large air sac, but a medium-sized round air sac with many small air sacs hanging like balloons. It even had a small sail and rudder.
“The wind that has been caught from high up… has been hung so high that it must be a torch to get everyone back to their original places… When it rises to a place where there is no wind, squeak, put the breathing bag over your mouth. If we go in the direction led by the spirit for three days… we arrive….”
“My ears were bleeding this morning, wizard. There is nothing else to do, but once you go up to the clouds, stay in the prepared bedroom or be sure to move around with an air bag attached to your mouth. The wind at high altitudes is very cold, so wear warm clothes. Right?”
“Yes… If a precious… guest dies… I will have the honor to see Felix…”
A 6th rank wizard with a long beard resembling a sloth. It was a short time, but he must have felt attached to it, and even though it was time to prepare the morning letter, he came out and sent it to us.
It seemed like almost all of the other wizards were there, but no matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find him.
“Well… where is Astrad?”
“Oh oh… Astrade… asked me to say hello… thank you… and to see you again when the wind blows….”
“It never comes out. “You’re such a heartless little boy.”
“Don’t be so mean… You’re still young… You probably didn’t want to be easily shaken by losing your teacher… Now… you have to become strong alone…”
“It’s not that I don’t know. Because it’s going to be complicated. Still, we were quite friendly, so I thought I’d just say hello.”
I looked back at the home with a feeling of regret. Although the building is scorched and cracked here and there, its mysterious beauty remains unchanged. Home of the wind wizards.
Buuuuu-!!!!
At the sound of a ship horn, the professor reached out his hand to the old wizard one last time.
“I’ll go.”
“Oooh…. May the good wind brush your forehead….”
“….yes. “The wizard is also healthy.”
Flap!
The professor got on, the ropes that tied the hot air balloon to the ground were released one by one, and the hot air balloon carrying the group began to float into the sky.
Lucilla, who had changed into a thick coat and tied up her flowing hair, came to the side of the professor, who was leaning on the railing and watching Felix Holm get smaller and smaller.
“Until I came here, I was wondering what to do. “I end up leaving like this.”
“I know. “What about other people?”
“Otman and Aldrich lay down because they felt sick. Notum was nursing, and Borka climbed up the mast to see where the letter went from the highest point. Hydrasil is….”
Kukkuk.
When Lucilla looked at the place she pointed with her thumb, she saw an elf watching this direction with shining eyes in the dim dawn air. Next to him, I saw a werewolf with both hands full and even a bunch of letters in his snout. I thought that was a mast.
“…The letter would be meaningless if it went back home and then came back out.”
“They said the collection was buried. “I guess I will somehow find my letter among her pouring out letters.”
“….what. I feel like a father who wants to grasp at straws. “There’s nothing you can’t understand.”
….Shhhh.
Sssssssssssssss-!
In the distance, with the dawn, white papers were flying like migratory birds.
“Ah, it’s a morning letter.”
“I know. “It means that another day has begun for the wind wizards.”
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“Hey, Lucille.”
“yes?”
“Astrad. “What kind of person do you think I am?”
When I saw the group of letters flying in, I remembered a guy in a small alcove struggling with the endless letters that were flying in.
“Um…well, I don’t know. If I had to express it, it would be like a reverse ghost?”
“Ugh, why? “What a good thing I did.”
“Let’s see.” When he first came in, he pretended to be an acquaintance of Master and went into hiding, and now that the whole Red Mute thing has been exposed, he will be remembered as a monster who destroyed a precious house, and that… Of course, if left as is, the Mute that went into hiding and increased its power would become much more terrible than it is now. He may have led his forces to attack Wuthering Heights, but in any case, it was also the trigger for the incident that led to the loss of Master…”
“…Damn it. Should I have shown a little better side of myself? If things continue like this, my rosy April world, the Archmage’s favor…ugh…”
slap!
When I heard every word right, I thought, ‘If we keep doing this, instead of receiving favors, aren’t we going to rush in and kill people in April World?’ Lucilla’s small palm flew towards me as I was caught up in the same thought.
“Oh my! “What should I do if I tell a joke?”
“It’s no joke. “I have a reason to look good to that guy.”
“Not that, Astrad. “I think I know why he didn’t show up.”
“What.”
“It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s that I like the hero so much that I couldn’t come out. Because I have work to do at home. When he sees us flying away like the wind like this, he is afraid that he too will be shaken. Well, isn’t that something like that?”
Lucilla recalled the story of the group returning with the professor in her memories of yesterday, when she was moving without stopping for a moment. The young wizard who was frozen in a daze, unable to cry, finally let go of his mind and cried out his teacher’s name, with the stupid-looking man in front of him! That beautiful sight that I couldn’t believe was the same person.
“….Tsk. “I hope so.”
Stormy Hill is getting further and further away. Just like when I first came here, the white building forms a beautiful dance surrounded by the hearts of countless people.
“…Live well, Astrad. If we get a chance, let’s meet at World April.”
Ssaaaa-
The letter that had been sucked into the groove soared back into the sky, looking for its owner.
The professor thought he felt the wind of Astrad in the whirlpool of white magic that enveloped the hot air balloon.
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fantasy,
