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 shook all around,
fluttering, fluttering, fluttering –
“Oh my. “This guy is doing it again.”
Padda-dak! The feast of papers fluttering,
fluttering, fluttering,
sometimes like migratory birds, sometimes like butterflies, passing overhead, creating a strange scene that even a professor familiar with various strange phenomena had never imagined.
A winding white cave that goes diagonally upwards and sideways 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 felt normal.
“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 passed on to everyone. “No one has forgotten the promise of the World Tree and the Wind.”
“Save my life! 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.”
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?
In the end, those people who don’t even listen to the other person’s reaction and just say what they want to say and push
? 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…”
“Ahh! “It’s a troll!”
“Deacon Daryl! Please give my regards to the lord! “I won’t let you be upset–”
The young wizards were running around and having a hard time among these crazy wizards.
[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!]
‘Ugh. Thank you for your hard work. ‘I can leave this to you.’
The group, who were treated as ‘friends’ thanks to the gatekeeper who was very fond of water magicians, were in a lot of trouble due to 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 that could only be found in an aristocratic mansion and soot-filled kitchen firewood that could be found in the kitchen of a very poor farmhouse softly illuminated the surroundings. In addition, there were brass candlesticks seen in temples, cheap torches emitting acrid smoke, and large candles piled high with candle wax. People from all walks of life gathered together.
Plus everything from bearskin rugs, bird hunting slings, tanning stands to straw beds, and gorgeous chandeliers. Numerous pieces of furniture that did not fit at all were jumbled together in the large hall, showing off their presence, and the spaces between the awkward pieces of furniture were meticulously filled with miscellaneous items full of hand stains, such as small leather thimbles and silverware with nails.
‘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 interesting thing was that the atmosphere felt quite cozy, with such items hanging around like a junk shop.
Several types of fireplaces hang from the walls or floor ceiling, each emitting their own warmth. The miscellaneous things that filled the area. The atmosphere of this place, filled with mismatched miscellaneous items and furniture, perhaps because they each contained someone’s longing, 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!”
“Well… I would like to thank you all… and if possible, I will tell you where the letter is headed – Ouch! “Don’t bite!”
“Red hair. short height. Trollrider girl? The wind just brought interesting news…”
“Ah hahaha… You must have read 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 sound of [Lucilla~] [Lucilla Aedran~] echoes 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!!!”
“Let go of the oar! 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 yeah.”
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’. The professor decided to leave this place to the group and go a little further inside.
“This is…”
“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, rattle,
rattle! Rattle rattle!
Palak! Paralock!
Even at this very moment, a huge drawer is constantly opening and closing, receiving and sending out 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. That’s a letter made of ink and paper, catalyzed by the writer’s emotions, and using the magic 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.”
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop,
as the gatekeeper said that, he 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.
“Well, we’re all 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-”
Hwii-
ing- The gatekeeper flies away before he can finish his greeting. 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 strangely discriminated against and separated from my group, but the situation was pretty good anyway.
If I was going to attack it anyway, it would be much easier to target one person rather than satisfying all the various wizards, and as it happened, I was an ordinary ‘guest’ who escaped the attention of other wizards and came to visit this wizard named Gauman Delhurst who was caught by chance. Because it’s done.
‘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?”
The warm warmth and smell of burning old paper candles, along with an old-aged voice, 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. I like 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…..
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“Kyosuwoo~?”
“Yes, old man.”
“Ugh… I’ve never raised a baby as big as you…”
“Ha haha… It was so long ago you might not remember… Hahahaha…”
I could barely fit in. An alcove that is too narrow to fit.
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 the bed where the old wizard was lying, a small table half the size of my forearm, and a candle holder burning precariously in a place filled with letters.
….Should I call this fortunate or unfortunate?
I was able to get through by calling out a random name in front of the gatekeeper, but I ended up being guided here as an acquaintance of a wizard I didn’t 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 guy you don’t even know 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.
It was a fortunate situation for me, who was thinking that the wizard would be angry that a stranger used his name, but…
“Um… I wonder which of the wizards here is in charge of trading with elves. …”
“Elf? The apples the elf gave were delicious. “It had bugs in it.”
I’m crying!
“Whoa…. Yes, elf. Let’s focus on the ego elf. There will be hot air balloons that regularly go to those long-eared forest-dwelling friends. Could it be 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… the hospitality is ok, Gauman? The hot air balloon going to the elf forest-”
“It’s better to fill the teddy bear with wool rather than straw…”
“No, just…!”
Crying, crying, 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. “It won’t be
of any
use.” “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.
“W-Who is the wizard-”
“Wait.”
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.
“Please eat, Master.”
“There is no cheese….”
“Look closely. “It’s there next to the bread.”
“No, it’s not this one… It’s big, yellow, soft, and 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 were concentrating on feeding and eating as if I wasn’t there, filling up half the room.
“Ummmmmm….”
“Wait a minute. Take off your shoes. yes. “Don’t just kick off the blanket and say you’re cold like last time.”
“Umm…. You can’t go too far from Astrad. If you go too far….”
“Ugh. “Yes, if you want to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back, so go to sleep, Master.”
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.
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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.”
“Oh yeah…”
“This way.” Ah, maybe that’s a bit too much for you.”
A wizard’s disciple who cannot be seen because he is covered by 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-
‘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 whistling sounds that followed one after another overlapped to form a harmony
and then- clatter- clatter!
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.”
Although it was a short spell, the wizard took a deep breath and lifted his hood as if it had been quite a difficult spell.
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 ‘very tired-looking disciple who is somewhat familiar with the world and a socialized wizard who has less wind in his head’ is the type of wizard that we are told to focus on in the strategy of the Sacred Demon.
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 room, was neatly organized, with letters regularly flying in and piling up one by one.
The boy waved his wand and cleared 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 –
The boy’s sigh fell in a room filled with only the sound of falling letters.
“It would be better to stop talking nonsense and tell the real story. ‘Professor’ guest. “Master, why did you come to visit?”
Whirrrrrrrrrrrrrr
! Sisit-!
A type of wind gathers above the boy’s languid eyes, creating a thin impression and an eerie sound.
…..Pisik.
“I think I’ve finally found the right person. I teach you. No last name, but a warrior from 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?”
“It would be easier to talk if you knew that much.”
The professor sat down with a satisfied smile on his sharp response.
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