Isekai Taneuma

I woke up in the middle of the night. I had a terrible sleep sweat. Feng crawled out of the bed with haha and breath, and looked around the room with his head still lying down.

In a room of about six tatami mats, four party members other than myself were all tired and asleep. Since Feng had taken one of the two beds, Lucy and Mary were sleeping behind each other, and the other two were snoring with a blanket on the floor.

I wonder if they're sleeping with a sense of fulfilment because they've both made a lot of success on the front lines. At the same time, when I remembered that I was desperate to amputate the patient's leg in the emergency room, I was angry with his laid-back face, but considering that they worked hard to reduce the number of injured people, I could only say that my anger was wrong if I thanked him.

Instead, given the many casualties in the enemy army, the number of wounded may not actually be decreasing... but why do humans do war?

Thinking about such a philosophical thing, my eyes gradually began to catch on. After all, Feng woke up and decided to leave the room. I didn't know how much time I still had until morning, so I decided it was better to go back to bed, but if I didn't wipe my sweat, I wouldn't feel like it would fit in the same place again.

The fort was quieter than it was during the day, but still the sentry was constantly moving around, and the flames of pine light the way, showing the same movement as during the day. Just because we're asleep doesn't mean the enemy is waiting. I'm sure this fort hasn't slept since it was built, and it's been moving on.

I wet my hands with the reservoirs that were made all over the fort and carefully wiped my sticky skin. I would have liked to dive into the pond if I could, but water is precious on the mountains, so instead of being angry if I did that, I wouldn't be able to complain if I was killed.

No, if you want me to kill you, do you want me to jump into the water? If you fail to commit suicide, someone will kill you.

During the day, the patient who was crying that he did not want to have surgery in the emergency room was then subjected to amputation of his leg by a doctor. When Feng came back with opium, he was beaten up by several nurses.

Feng asked the doctor to help him, asking him to wait a little. In the meantime, there was something I wanted to try.

Opium is used to treat pain in this fort. Certainly opium has an analgesic effect and is the right way. But it's not efficient. Feng thought it would be better to produce that analgesic ingredient... that is, morphine.

I knew how to do that. Using Feng's skills in the same way that I created Kinine before, I had no fear of failing.

When the resulting morphine was administered to patients who were inhaling opium in the emergency room, the patient had a dramatic change. They were surprised that the pain had disappeared in an unbelievably easy way and thanked Feng for bringing this medicine.

He didn't know what to look like in those patients' words, but when he smiled back, he gave the doctor all the opium he had and taught him how to make it, so he left the infirmary to come on his own.

The doctor said wait a minute and chased me, but I didn't want to wait any longer, and when he came back to the dorm to escape, he dived on the bedside and fell asleep tired. I wish I had the personality to feel good about helping others, but it was a burden on him.

He wiped his face with a wet hand-painted cloth, exposed to the night wind and dried it, and exhaled a long sigh.

This trip to Bohemia was a lot of fun, but it was kind of the last time I felt like I had a stroke. But why was it fun? That's because of Grandpa Popol.

Those days walking with him while inhaling opium, even though they were stunned by his companions, were somehow a pleasant memory. Grandpa will not deny Feng unless he affirms or denies him. It was like the first friend in the world to have the same hobbies and the same values.

I wonder why I broke up so lightly with such an important friend. I was hoping I'd come see you again, but it's only been a day, and I kind of want to see asexuality.

What is Grandpa doing now? I wonder if he's still asleep in the middle of the night? Or are you still doing Suhar Suhar in that Akagu?

Feng has become kind of rough. Whatever the dazzling beauty of the world, when I wondered why I wanted to see such a grasshopped grandfather, he finally realized the changes that were happening to his body.

When I was traveling with my grandfather, he kept on smoking opium. Yet today I haven't spoken of it yet. In the ER, someone was smelling the smell, but it didn't penetrate deep into the capillaries of the lungs.

Feng realized that he was about to become addicted. But when I realized it, I couldn't hold back the impulse. He wanted to smoke opium so much that he couldn't stand or be around and circled around.

If I went to the infirmary, I would still have the opium he gave me, but I didn't feel comfortable going to get it. So what he thought, he ran to the barricade behind the fort, and he came out of the gap. If you don't like the infirmary, you should go to Canaan's village. If you go, you can meet your grandfather, and if you do, you can let him smoke opium. I'm sure he'll split it. That's how Feng jumped into the mountain at night.

It was still late at night and I couldn't see anything. But the village of Canaan is not so far from the fort that he thought he could go even in the dark. At that point, he was already off track, but he didn't finally realize it himself. In the darkness of the mountain, without even knowing the direction he was heading, he stirred up the rust and the grass, and walked on the dark mountain path, dreaming only of the plains of the pure white chestnut while falling into the mud.

How much time has passed since then? When I realized it, the eastern sky began to whiten and was about to begin the morning.

He stood vaguely in the middle of the field at dawn. As he kept on walking down the dark mountain path, he had already arrived in the village. Even though he had arrived, he didn't realize it and kept wandering through the fields. He stared at the bloody palm and knee of the kid and wondered what he was doing.

If I succeeded, there could have been a distress, but why did I do this? He regretted his actions and smacked his head, but he reached his destination village, so he looked up on the hill to see Grandpa Popol. When I met my grandfather, something would change, and when it was all over, I thought it was unfounded.

And then, suddenly, the sound of the bell rang from anywhere.

A blast of wind blew through, and the white chestnut fields shook happily. I felt like the sound of who I was trying to tell was reaching the mountains of Bohemia in the wind.

Nevertheless, I wondered why the bell rang so early in the morning, and when I looked into its origins, it was apparently from the house of Canaan on the hill. He said he was the village chief, so maybe it's the bell that rings when there's an important event in the village? Soon after, the villagers' doors opened and people appeared scattered. They were heading straight for the hill as if they were being invited by the bell.

I wonder what's going on...? He headed for the hills together in a row of people. Even though there were men who were unfamiliar with it, the people of the settlement seemed to accept it in silence without being so vigilant. Eventually the queue crossed the hill and reached the square on the other side.

It was a square cemetery about the size of an elementary school playground. When I was a kid, I felt like it was going to happen, but when I grew up, it was incredibly narrow. The cemetery was marked with more than a hundred graves. It was kind of sad to think that humans would take little space if they died.

There were people gathered in the cemetery, and they were gayagaya. Someone's funeral must have been called here early in the morning. Looking closely, a new grave was dug at the very tip of the cemetery, and people seemed to be gathered around it. The people gathered at the sound of the bell threw flowers into the coffin set in the tomb, and put their hands together to pray for something.

It is also the edge of something that happened to be together. I don't know who he is, but he approached the coffin with a casual feeling, trying to point it at the flowers. As he approached, the funeral assistant who noticed it gave him 5-6 flowers in a bundle with a smooth face. He received it, tried to throw flowers in it, and peered into the coffin.

"... eh?... Uncle Popol??

At that time, the village bell rang so close that it wiped out all the sounds.

The sound of a loud bell approached as it echoed directly into the Gorn's head, shaking his brain and making him dizzy. Between the rings of the bell, you can hear the hymn singing without interruption.

Holy or holy, Almighty God.

Holy, holy, holy, loving God.

I worship you in trinity.

The wingman Kanan knelt down and prayed with both hands together, as if he were a real angel.

"What are you doing, Grandpa... you were alive until yesterday?"

It was only yesterday that I broke up with Grandpa Popol. It hasn't been 24 hours since then. After saying goodbye to Feng and the others, Grandfather walked into Canaan's house with his own feet. I thought it was really a light goodbye, but, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, nobody thinks it's the last goodbye...

As he stood up stunned, the person who came after him simply told him to step aside and slapped him on the shoulder. But when he was in a hurry that he would not react for ever, and he pushed him against him, he went forward, and threw a bouquet of flowers, and returned.

When the funeral was over and the coffin was covered, the stunned Phoenix finally returned to me. I noticed that Canaan was standing next to him, and he asked me if I could help him with the last goodbye. He used it to silently fill the grave with dirt with the villagers.

After the people returned home, Feng was invited by Canaan to the mayor's house. Inside, as always, old people are smoking blurry opium, and nurse-like women are constantly moving to sew the gap.

When I first saw it, I only thought it was an abattoir, but after I saw the fort's infirmary, I knew it clearly. This is a place like Hospice, where sick people are no longer expected to be saved. They are all here to fight fear of death.

"You looked fine, but Popol was so worn out inside."

When Feng met his grandfather in his first village, he already seemed ready to die. I don't know for sure because I can't make a proper diagnosis, but maybe he had something like terminal cancer.

His body was run-down and walking on its feet was painful, and he probably wanted to die alone in that village. However, when Feng came to such a place and heard that he was aiming for the village, he bought Feng's guides only to meet Canaan at the last moment.

The villagers brought him opium before they went because they knew he was going to die. He was like a face actor to the village around here.

"Just like the priests, we Wingmen live a long life, so I've watched many people die in this mountain. Popol is one of them, but I think I was lucky to be able to take care of him at the end because he has known me since I was a kid. I must thank you for bringing him here."

Feng shook his head in silence. I didn't know anything about that.

"This is like Mount Bashir. Originally, the settlement here in Bohemia was caused by repeated famines in the Empire."

Unlike the brave, the Empire is still a country of serfdom. All the inhabitants are farmers who cultivate the land lent to them by the lord, and they offer the crops raised on the farmland they keep as an annual bonus and live with the rest.

However, natural opponent farmers are affected by crop failure by age. Rich crops are good, but sometimes there are years of famine when you pay your annuity, and when you say so, most houses had to suck their mouths to survive, regardless of the house where you have the savings.

It was here in the mountains of Bohemia that the second boy, the third boy, and sometimes the old people who could not work were driven out of the house and flowed.

Many people died before they came here. But some of them survived hard, and it was these people who pioneered and built the mountain that started the settlement around here. To them, who lived secretly in the mountains, a new companion joined them every time the famine struck.

Some came to the village not only from the Empire, but also from the Brave Leader. They were not in mourning, but spontaneously entered the mountains because they disliked life in human society, or because they became old and their bodies stopped moving. The settlement merged with those people, and the community on the mountain grew wider and wider.

Before long, when someone noticed the utility of ketchup and used it for painfully moaning elderly people, the elderly people who were suffering from incurable disease eventually came from the foot to hear the rumors. That is the village of Canaan.

"It is this village where people with illnesses that doctors can't cure are abandoned by their families and come to an end. I live here watching their end. That's why you didn't make more opium than you needed in the villages you came through. For the people of this mountain, opium is not a tool for making money or a hobby for pleasure, but for dying.

Originally, the people who built the village around here were once expelled from the Empire. And now all the old people here are dying. What more would they take from them, both economically and medically abandoned?

It is up to the Empire and the Brave Leader to wage war. But I want you to leave us alone. We are here because all the people who dropped out of the Empire and the Brave Leader were hurt. "

That's why Canaan said he'd do anything to end the war. If you want to know the route for transporting supplies, you can also show us the way, or if you need opium, divide it as much as you need. But instead, he hoped that the war would end as soon as possible.

What can you do to keep the fire away from this mountain? Feng didn't know what to answer Canaan's question.