Chapter. 11. Wizard’s Wizard (14)
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“Looking at everyone’s deathly state, it seems like I conveyed what I said well.”
The godmother, who came down after the professor, said happily as she saw the group sighing as if they were teenage boys being dragged into a battlefield.
“Of course, among wizards, those who control the wind are famous for their lightest behavior. “They are impulsive, irregular, and seek to break away from worldly norms.”
“…Have you ever met him?”
“There are a lot of wind wizards in the empire. “If you do your best to avoid it, you will rarely encounter it.”
“…How was it? they.”
“It would be difficult to pinpoint commonalities between people like this. In the most recent meeting of the five, two were walking around naked, one was making a fuss about proposing to the baroness, who was already married with a grown child, and was taking a hot bath in the middle of a pub, drinking beer, or running through the meadow chasing butterflies. I was doing something like that. “It is difficult to pinpoint ‘this kind of person’ because they pursue freedom in their own way.”
“….Shit. “I wanted to believe that the rumors were exaggerated.”
“Hehehe. You can believe that all the strange rumors about the Wind Wizard are true. “Out of the 8th rank archmages, of which there were only 4 in history, Felix Drixiel, the archmage of wind, visited the dragon and said things like, ‘I came here because I heard the dragon’s tail meat tastes so good.’”
“…Are you a wizard of the 8th rank?”
“okay. Without a single hesitation in front of Atlaheba, the Nahyeonryong (拏絢龍).”
Crazy guy.
“So how did it happen? If I were in 8th place, I would have done well there too. “If the two of us got together, wouldn’t it be almost like a natural disaster?”
“Surprisingly, nothing happened. Atlaheva exchanged the tip of her tail, and Felix exchanged his left arm and right eye. They said they both had a good meal and parted ways. The truth of the rumor cannot be confirmed, but it has been confirmed that Felix Drixiel, who went in search of the dragon, came back crippled with an extremely happy expression, and that the tip of Atlaheba’s tail was unusually blunt and short, so it is probably not a lie. In the first place, a wizard who has reached that level cannot lie easily because his words also contain power.”
“and. “Crazy guy.”
When I have time, I’ll stop by the Imperial Library and look up biographies of the great wizards. I think it’s as fun as most bestsellers.
The problem is that our group is the one who has to go along with the crazy behavior of crazy people that only appears in such stories.
“Idrasil.”
“yes. “Godmother.”
“Go with them. “I’ll probably need your help.”
At the Great Mother’s command, Idrasil approached the group without a second thought.
“i look forward to.”
“Uh… Godmother? “Why him?”
From the moment I first entered the village, I thought that if I could add a friend, it would be this guy. From the entrance to the village, he stayed near our group and prepared various things for us.
But you don’t know where the forest elves live anyway? Then there’s no need to add anyone, right?
“hmm? “Why?”
“No, he said we should go to the wizard and find the elf residence on our own. Of course, it would be great if a skilled spiritist joins us, but… you know that, right? “What is the human world like?”
Of course, it would be nice if one more spiritist joins us. Elementalists are useful in a different way from magic, Elf Spiritists can turn a cold and uncomfortable camping area into a recreational forest, and ADCs are a great resource anytime, anywhere.
But the current situation is ‘Do you really need an elf?’ If you ask ‘Well?’ That’s what I mean. Above all, that elf named Idrasil. She looks so much like her godmother. She has amber eyes that slightly resemble those of a wild animal, and her facial structure and facial features exude a godmother-like aura.
Well, they call themselves ‘Godmother’ and ‘Idrasil’ in a business-like manner, but there are such things. To the successor of a large company, ‘call me Chairman at work.’ That kind of feeling. If that elf named Idrasil is really the godmother’s daughter, then she is closer to a guard than a colleague. I can’t even tell myself what to do, so who is protecting whom?
Anyway, finding the path to the elf forest will have to be left to those damn windbreakers. There must be one or two other stupid incidents on the way to Bonamana. If I take my godmother’s daughter and she dies somewhere or gets kidnapped…
‘Wouldn’t the godmother’s sincere punch turn my five organs and six children into a separated family?’
hmm. It’s still ambiguous. It might be useful enough as an auxiliary combatant, but if that was all there was to it, there was no reason to join.
When I euphemistically expressed my intention to refuse, my godmother nodded as if she knew well.
“okay. You know. What are most humans like? With what eyes do you view our species? The empire also prohibits the trade of slaves by law, but it is a famously meaningless law. If a member of a different race without a slave identification tag wanders around, that alone is a reason for the group to be attacked. I completely understand your concerns. But unfortunately, this child joining is not an option, but a necessity. “Not for us, but for you.”
“Required…?”
“okay. You seem to be mistaken. Do you think that simply by finding the elf forest on your own, you will be able to talk to them and get their cooperation? “The branches of the real world tree, not half-babys like us, must be extremely wary of humans, right?”
“If you approach slowly, unarmed, like you did here, and remind them of the importance of the issue with a handwritten letter from the Archbishop…” “
I guarantee you that the moment it smells like a human being, you will turn into a hive and die without even having time to take out the handwritten letter. will be. Keep in mind. Just as we cannot forget our affection for humans, the elves there cannot forget their hatred for humans. It is said that elves do not change easily. Even if you try to correct your mistakes, the past doesn’t just disappear. In our eyes, the Sons of Light are nothing more than crazy people who murdered and persecuted their own people for no reason. “You don’t have the power to ignore that hurt.”
I silenced my godmother’s serious tone. Considering what the Church of Roharam has done so far… Humans certainly have nothing to say in front of elves, even if they have a hundred mouths.
“So are you attaching Hydrasil? “If she’s with me, she can at least listen to the story, right?”
“hmm? Wrong. Even if this child catches up, there won’t be any dramatic changes. Likewise, there is a high possibility that your group will be killed by a barrage of arrows that fill the forest, and that Idrasil will be executed with the insult of being a traitor who guided the humans.”
Well then. If it’s not the elf village high pass, what’s the reason it’s essential?
When I looked at her with an expression of not understanding, my godmother raised a wrinkled finger and pointed at me.
“It’s because of you. “Hero.”
“….Me?”
No, why me again? what. If I do something wrong, it’s me.
“okay. Let me ask you something. Do you know what day of the year the elves consider most precious?”
“Um…no?”
“What type of sap do elves prefer most and what is its use?”
“That too, um…”
“Why are elves more embarrassed to sing their songs than to show their bodies? How much do you care about the World Tree? Do you know what we cry about, what we laugh at, and how we live as a species?”
“I don’t know….”
Only then did I realize what my godmother wanted to say.
“no way. “Is this also about the ‘qualifications’ you’ve been asking about since day one?”
“okay. Honestly, you… weren’t bad. It was beyond my expectations. I have a strong mind to continue my cause without giving in to external pressure, and I have enough strength to get through this rough world. But even so, you are still unqualified. A person who knows nothing about the other can unite two races whose resentment has built up over decades to the point of filling a valley? It is an absurd statement. “It would be more reasonable to say that fruit grows on new shoots.”
My godmother scolded me and spoke in a serious and stern tone.
“Stay with that child and learn from him. I am a pure elf who is only seventy years old and has never been out into the world. You will learn about elves through Idrasil, and Idrasil will be with you and learn about humans. As always, one action is worth more than a thousand words. If even just two people can understand each other, wouldn’t that be an act of harmony between races? “If you truly understand our people… perhaps your sincerity will be able to penetrate their hearts through the thick layer of resentment.”
“….thank you.”
Instead of questioning further, the professor bowed deeply to his godmother and expressed his gratitude. Although I didn’t achieve as much results as I initially expected, I thought it was a good idea to visit this place.
Now that I think about it, isn’t that a very arrogant idea from an elf’s perspective? To use an analogy, Nazi bastards suddenly come to the Jewish borough and say, ‘Hello? Now that I think about it, I think we’ve done too much. Let’s make up and get along again. To commemorate our reconciliation, I would like you to stand at the forefront on our side. But is it true that you Jews worship the devil? ‘That’s a bit troublesome.’ Wasn’t this a level of ignorance? The one who thoroughly harassed the other party tried to request reconciliation without knowing anything about the other party.
Daemonim is saying that although you cannot erase the past, the minimum qualification is to understand the other person.
“Idrasil, you too. As I have always said, one cannot like what one does not know. If you truly want to fill your life with happiness, you need to see more and feel more. The reason our species lives in hiding despite our innate abilities is largely due to our closed nature. I hope you learn a lot from this trip.”
“I understand, Godmother.”
“….Tseup. Hydrasil.”
“Your godmother.”
“Idrasil?”
“….yes.”
“D-D?”
“…your mother…your.”
“okay. “Unfortunately, this might be the last time I see you again, but I should at least say hello to my mother.”
The Great Mother gently hugged the stiff Idrasil with her arms made of wood and fabric. Idrasil’s face, which had been stiff all along, softened just now, and she quietly closed her eyes and placed her hand on her mother’s shoulder.
“Have a nice trip. It’s my eggplant. “May your closed eyes always be filled with dreams.”
“….yes. “May our longings talk to each other again.”
Even though she had lived for hundreds of years and had experienced as many things as the depth of her wounds and wrinkles, her mother was still her mother.
Did you say that elves do not change their words, but when they express their true feelings, they hide their faces and talk in circles?
Idrasil’s greeting is a wish for a reunion in the hope that time will pass and we can share our stories again.
Daemonim’s greeting… contained the meaning of not dying but coming back alive. Because a person whose eyes are closed cannot dream. In that brief greeting, the daughter is saying that she will return and that all she needs is as long as her mother is alive, wherever she is.
“An elf’s greeting clearly shows the essence of the object. Even though they seem to be the most honest, they are also a very shy race. “Just looking at it now, doesn’t it clearly show how different the mother and daughter are?”
“Well, I don’t know. “It doesn’t seem particularly different to me.”
An elf-style farewell where one touches one’s forehead and says hello.
This is what my godmother meant by ‘learning’, which she said I lacked.
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After the short farewell ceremony, Daemonim, who returned to being a macho old lady, said, ‘I did everything I had to do, so I also went to work.’ And then he quickly left.
Those who will go must go and those who will remain must stay.
While checking his luggage for the last time, Ottman expressed a question as if something suddenly occurred to him.
“for a moment. But… does it make sense to ‘visit’ those friends? Not anyone else, but that wind wizard. “Aren’t these friends who move around as endlessly as feathers blown away by the autumn wind?”
Aaaak-
“Hmm… I guess that’s what I heard. Pathfinder there. “Is there any way to contact those crazy wizards?”
“there is.”
Rattling!
Idrasil said as he placed his luggage on a cart among the group who were busy preparing to move.
“It’s not exactly a way to contact them, but I do know where they are most likely to be.”
“It’s a must-have place… Is there something like a place to visit for a wind wizard? “Wuthering Heights or something?”
“yes. “You knew.”
“….Eh?”
what. I just said that as a joke. It really exists? Wuthering Heights? Emily Brontë?
“Are Heathcliff and Catherine also appearing?”
“hmm. It seems you mistook it for another place. Wuthering Heights is a famous landmark of the Empire and is also famous as a place where the wind rests.”
“Now wait a minute. Imperial attractions. “It’s an imperial landmark…”
I quickly cut off Idrasil’s conversation and opened Dana’s data posted on the community again.
‘weird. When I checked the list of imperial attractions earlier, there was nothing like Wuthering Heights.’
After looking through the data for a while, I flipped through the data on places classified as ‘dangerous areas’ rather than ‘attractions’, just in case.
[Empire / Dangerous Area / Wuthering Heights]
“Ah. You were here. It really exists. “Wuthering Heights.”
“I have never told a lie. “Maybe you can meet wind wizards there.”
“Yes… I guess so.”
The professor flipped through the material on Wuthering Heights while listening to Idrasil’s monotonous voice.
[Empire / Dangerous Area / Wuthering Heights]
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Risk: ★★★★ (Regardless of player ability, suicidal.)
Characteristics: The only Wind Mage in the entire 3 worlds. ‘ A special structure that can be At least 40 wind wizards are always in residence. The home of wind wizards around the world. The only place where they find stability.
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Wind Wizard. 40 wind wizards.
‘ah. ‘I miss my mom.’
I only read the first heading of the material, but I felt like throwing it away. Not even one person is enough, but there are so many wizards out there.
“There is no such thing as the Sodom and Gomorrah of humanity…”
The professor hitched the cart to his waist, imagining what kind of chaos it would be like in a place filled with crazy people.
What can I do? If I don’t want to live here for the rest of my life, I have no choice but to go.
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