Isekai Taneuma

It was white as far as I could see. Approximately two weeks after leaving Kara Country, the prairie of Keshi spreads beyond the villages. Freshly blooming flowers sweep through the wind, and its white carpet, which lasts forever, waves after the wind.

As Grandpa said, suddenly the sun was shading when I was looking at it for a while. When I glanced up at the sky, there was a cloud close enough to grasp it. I found myself standing in a white dyed world, both above and below. I thought you said this was the Kingdom of the Clouds.

I wonder how much manpower we need to maintain this much field. Speaking of which, in the villages that we went to before we came here, we said that we only made enough for ourselves, but there were so many pomegranates here that we could sell them anyway.

If we insist on using this, it would be a large village of thousands of people. Of course, there was no village with such a population on a mountain like Machu Picchu.

Then we're just changing our policy and producing more opium than we need to. But if you're wholesaling it somewhere, it's strange that you haven't noticed it before. Then perhaps there is another reason.

I wonder what that is. Thinking about it, I found the first villager in the field. The feng approached the villagers, who were probably harvesting opium.

"Hello! Are you sure this is Canaan Village?

Then the farmer looked suspicious and clearly alert.

"Canaan is not a village, it's the village chief's name... but you?

"We've come from the Brave Leader to get to the fort nearby. I'm building a map to send relief supplies."

As Feng explained, the peasant's face suddenly sparkled.

Well then, the brave army!

"No, I'm not a brave army, I'm an Alliance adventurer..."

"Whatever you do, you must be on our side. The rescue I was waiting for finally arrived!... Mr. Waltstein will also come to mind. The fort won't take long to walk from here. I'll show you around right away, so just give me a minute."

I was surprised by this reaction, as it was not very popular in any village until I came here. They say he is a refugee from Hermes territory and one of the people who built the fort with Waltstein.

However, the Refugee Army was originally a Ukrainian crowd, including women, children and the elderly, and was not such a group that it could withstand the fighting. So Waltstein chose what he could and could not fight from among the refugees, and evacuated the non-combatants to the villages behind him.

"Not all of us can go to this village, so it's falling apart quite widely. Some of them made a new village. But mostly I went north with a peddler looking for a job. It's ironic, because you've escaped the Empire and you're going to work for it again."

That's what the peasants said and laughed at themselves. For his part, he really wanted to stay in the fort with everyone and fight as a brave army. However, he was sick and difficult to fight, so he was turned around.

There are many former refugees in the village, and they are sending less supplies to the fort with the help of the farmers. However, it seems that it is not enough to support the 3,000 volunteers who are enclosed in the fort. After the final battle in the river Librenna, the battle in the basket castle began, and the harsh situation continues today. The Phoenix who came there were like the messengers of God who proclaimed the coming of the Saviors.

I have money, but I don't have enough supplies. The situation seems quite pressing. From the list of villages we've been through by the time we got here, we already had a route to bring in the relief supplies. Afterwards, Feng and the others should hurry back to the brave leader and report the information to the guild.

"Well then, I'll say goodbye here..."

When Feng and the others were talking about it, Popol, who was listening to it boringly on the pony, said. Feng thanked the grandfather who had bought the directions so far.

"Are you okay? Grandpa can't go back to the village alone, can he? I'll report it to the guild and come back here."

Then the grandfather slowly shook his head.

"Fine, I'll stay here for a while. There's a lot of opium here that I like, and some teachers will take care of me."

"Really...?

"Ah, I'm familiar with the village chief here. I haven't seen him lately because the village is far away, but he's got a lot of opium, so I'm going to relax here for a while and talk about it."

My grandfather says it's been a while, but in retrospect, he lived alone in the village and showed me this long. Perhaps Grandpa was going to move here with a friend from the beginning... that's what Feng thought and got a little hung up.

Nevertheless, we must not abandon the fact that the village chief who says that he will take care of us now has a lot of opium.

Feng swallowed Gokuri and Tsubaki as he watched the field spread out in front of him.

In the village where I stopped by, everyone only divided opium about what my grandfather used that day, but if this was all there was, it might be divided more depending on the negotiations.

Originally speaking, this bohemian line was asked by the magic tool shop owner to get opium. Feng remembered it.

"Well then, let me say hello to the village chief...."

"It's an evil idea in your case, isn't it?

Phoenix swallows his words in guillaume. He sighed.

"Well, in the future, the army of sourcing braves may wander around, and I'm not going to bare streets. I agree to go see the village chief."

That's why Feng and his grandfather decided to go to the village chief's house.

The village chief's house was either the first place in the village or the highest place in the village. As we continued along the gentle path of the gradient, which was bending between the fields, we eventually saw a building like a large Japanese house with a bungalow on a small hill. On a large thatched roof, there was a strangely strong wind chicken, which was spinning in the wind.

Looking up the road that had just been climbed, there was a vast field of potatoes. The weather on the plateau was susceptible to change, and at some point it was wrapped in thick fog, and the edge of the field was no longer visible. Phoenix thought that if there was definitely a place called heaven, it would be like this scenery, as if it were a view of the Midway River or the other bank.

Perhaps he was the only one who felt heaven when he saw this. However, it was not long before the members other than Feng had the same impression as him.

As I approached the house, I saw smoke rising from the roof, like hot air. It's not a fire, it's probably an enclosure to keep the thatched roof free of insects. As she progressed to wonder if it was Japanese house style, Feng realized that something good smell came from the building.

Needless to say, the good smell I have been sniffing lately is opium scent.

I wonder if this place is in Akaguchi. Pony with Popol's grandfather on board approached the building with the sound of his pajamas and hooves. Did he notice the sound? A woman glanced at her face from inside. Feng, is this Dr. Canaan? I thought, but not so, and the woman immediately screamed into the house to find Grandpa Popol among those who came.

"Sensei! I'm a customer!

When she said that, she gently interpreted Feng and the others with a troublesome expression, and then went into the house with a patter of footsteps as she was busy. Instead of showing them around with visitors, Feng and the others who had been left behind were standing in their hands... Eventually, it was time to worry that they might have forgotten, and finally a man appeared from the house.

Feng and the others rounded their eyes when they saw him at first sight.

In his 20s and 30s, the man was wearing a tight body about 180cm tall and wearing a white coat on top of his rough sandals. The gray hair (ash blonde) was carved deep, the eyes were emerald, the Nordic race had incredibly white skin, and it was an astonishing beauty.

It was the beauty of creation, as if it had been created by God. The day I first came to this world, the man felt the same impression I had when I saw the divine woman. Of course, it's not the first time I've seen a beautifully shaped priest, and it's not because of that beauty that I'm surprised because there's a fellow named Mary. The Feng and the others were all the more surprised because of the big wings that grew on the man's back.

Two large white feathers were growing on the man's back. It has big wings like birds, wrapped in soft feathers. For a moment, the man in front of me was like a crop, so I thought maybe the wings were a crop, but I threw the idea away immediately.

And when he appeared at the door, he spread out his wings cleverly, and sent the wind toward Pataphata and Phoenix.

"Isn't this Popol? It's been a long time."

"Yes, Doctor. It's good to see you again."

As opposed to the bewildered feng, Popol greeted the lord of the house with his usual flat voice and tried to get off the pony.

"Are you okay alone?

Happy with the voice of the man, Feng helped Grandpa, he leaned down to the ground to slip out of the pony with his weight deposited in Feng, and then with a firm step, he entered the house through the door where the man was standing. The difference is:

I'll take care of you for a while ~

"Yes, please take your time."

The two greeted each other, and Grandpa Popol disappeared into the house as usual without giving Feng a glance. When Feng tried to chase such a grandfather, the landlord stopped him all the way with his feathers and apologized unfortunately for being out of the way.

The building that you can see from the entrance was filled with purple smoke, and the smell of opium was so smelly that it almost tripped. In the glimpse, there were a few men in the barracks, and apparently it was really like an abattoir.

I was going to say goodbye just now, but I miss goodbye so much. Feng also wondered about his grandfather, but more than that, the man in front of him was more concerned, and then gave up chasing him and turned to him.

"Hello... nice to meet you. Uh, are you Dr. Canaan?

"Nice to meet you. Yes, it is. You're the ones who brought Popol here. Thank you very much. You don't look like a peddler to me... do you?

The man is tilting his neck looking at a line of broken phoenixes, both old and dressed. I think Feng should first tell us about himself before he asks who he is.

"Greetings are late. We are an adventurer dispatched by the Federation Council and heading for the fort ahead. Grandpa Popol would rather have us show him around."

"Oh, is that so?... Hmm. By the way, when you said fort, did you have any movement in the war? If you intend to be charged by us, I beg your pardon... but of course you have no power to resist us, but you cannot collect anything that is not yours."

Apparently, Canaan mistook Feng and the others for the tax collectors from the fort. Feng denied in haste.

"No, no, we're here to secure a route to send relief supplies so we don't have to worry. The brave people will send supplies in the future, so don't worry about it anymore."

Really? I hope so..... "

Canaan still didn't hide his suspicious expression. Apparently, he had a mistrust of the brave army.

Well, that won't be possible. From his point of view, it is like he is suddenly building a fortress in front of himself and being beaten up. I'm grateful that you're just hosting the refugees, but I'm sorry that you're pretending to be more anxious than that. Feng changed the subject in a hurry.

"By the way, are you a wingman...?

"Oh... it's unusual to look at me and say that name first. As you can imagine, I am a race called the Wingman."

Wingman is a word that comes to mind immediately because he is a wingman, but at least it was a word unfamiliar here in the Old World (Baltica). The Wingman is a small tribe that lives in the New World and should not be on this continent. That's why he was surprised that Feng suddenly spoke his name.

Needless to say, he knew the name because he had recently read the book of Isaac Newton, the first Ser Hermes.

"He thought you were descendants of angels."

Feng said so, Canaan laughed bitterly.

"Hahahahaha. Sir Hermes is also strange. If we were angels, where would that ring be? If you say this is heaven, what monsters tread the world? Even when summoned by God, men cannot stop fighting among themselves. It's better to call it hell than heaven."

With a bitter smile, Feng returned to Wingman's cynical words.

"I think so, too. But when I first met you, I had the same impression. I mean, you often overlap with the angel image we have. There's no doubt that the first Ser Hermes was mistaken."

"Hmm... even if you say that, honestly, it's just a snooze. We're just growing feathers.

"Are you all right in the New World?

"Yeah... I'm living just about north now, but we were originally natives of the New World, and the brave ones came after us. Once upon a time, there was agony, but now it coexists."

Then Feng thought that the blonde, blue eyes, white indigenous people had been expelled by humans coming from across the sea... somehow, it was the opposite of Earth.

To be honest, I was quite interested in why such a wingman was building an Akagu in the back of the mountains of the old continent, but it would not be a good idea to lose mood by hearing that he had penetrated too much.

Feng was more concerned about the cashfield he was growing than that and asked.

"By the way... is everything that's spread around here yours?

…… No, not everything. What's wrong with that?

"Until we got here, we didn't produce more opium than we needed. But there's an excess of ketchup fields here. Could they be shipping somewhere?

"No, this is only used here. We do make more than we need, but it's for stockpiling. It's not like it's rotten, so we just make a lot of it in our village for the bad years."

"I see, I see! So... you can't possibly... split that stockpile a bit... can you? Ufufufu...."

When Feng humbly said so, Canaan smelled the smell of kung cun and feng.

"... huh... you've been obsessed with opium before you came here, haven't you?

"Ehehe... do you understand?

"I understand... but I can't help it, if you want to join Popol. But as you may not have noticed, this is a very addictive medicine. If you keep using it, it may be irrecoverable, so you should stop using it around here.

When Canaan told him to do so, Feng shook his head in a hurry to block his words.

"No, no, it's not! As a matter of fact, I didn't just come here to look for a way at the behest of Congress, I was looking for opium."

"... what do you mean?

"Yes, actually, I have a friend who owns a magic tool shop and originally came to look for opium at his request. The federal council then....."

Oh, is that so?

"My friend was trying to revive an ancient hypothesis, and I heard there were ingredients nearby and asked me to find them."

"Hmm, I see... it's a replacement for MP potion. Certainly, we can expect this to work."

"So, for the sake of that friend, why don't you just give me a little bit?

When Feng said so, Canaan patted the feathers with a little thought, but eventually, as if he decided something, he nodded well.

"I see. If that's the case, I'll give you some medicine. Instead, would you promise not to use it for your personal enjoyment?

"Of course. If I use it, I can't take it back to my friend."

"... that's also true. I see. I'll ask the nurse to prepare it, so please wait a moment."

That's how Canaan pulled himself into the building. Do nurses mean nurses? I was a little curious about the words, but anyway, I was able to get the opium I wanted, and Feng was smiling inside.

(... I told Canaan that I wouldn't use it personally... but it won't hurt a bit, right?

His companions looked anxiously on the far side at Feng's nasty face.