Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

Unchain the gate and go to the back.

"It's time to carve. Let's hurry."

Paul spoke to Else over Ishl's head.

There is still a lot of snow accumulated in the first snow the other day under the miscellaneous woods spreading on both sides. Three puking breaths are white.

On that hot summer day, months after being blamed by Paul in front of the Mysterious Gate, on this day of early winter, Ishur was escorted by his father Else and Paul, a wooden dust and hunter with only a few houses in the village, oddly enough to go to the end of that gate.

In the village is said to be the "witch of the woods", to the house where the witch lives.

That day, after that, Ishr and the others were harshly angry so that they could be threatened halfway from Paul, and forbidden to approach the gates of the forest entrance. Isaac was furious when he was even given the name of his father Ektor. Isaac pulled his jaw funny and looked like he was going down and down and about to cry.

On his way home, Ishur made Russell tell him not to talk about what happened that day, unless his parents and adults asked him.

The village grownups are hiding something. We all don't know what that is, but there was a heavy nasty vibe at that gate. And Dear Paul's wrath. I thought it would be better not to wear it back from here.

In the evening, Faro visited the house of Fluffy and Ishur alone, one day after the days of dedication to farming and to the archaeology of swordsmanship, suppressing the curiosity that sometimes brings.

Farro kept Lucy and the children away and sat opposite Else at the edge of the house table, whispering and talking about a long time.

On the day of the coming, Ishur was cut out of Else, an unexpected tale.

Living in the woods in the afternoon, I'm going to see an old woman who's been alive for hundreds of years. Follow me.

"A wizard named Lene, long known in the village as the 'Witch of the Woods'"

Standing silently beside Els, Lucy does not even try to hide her anxious look, but combines her hands in front of her chest and rubs them.

A witch. There was a wizard in the village. I thought you were rarely close to me. It was hidden from the children.

The first time I went to teach reading and writing, Faro's scary face came to my attention that day.

"Wizard? There was such a thing."

Else nods silently.

There seemed to be no subterfuge to Else for what he had been laying low on his children, hiding the existence of a wizard until now.

"I don't mind. But how did you get into that all of a sudden?

"Uncle Farro talked to me yesterday, and Grandma Lehne wants to see me. For you."

Else looked difficult and put her arms together.

"You have a reputation for being a prodigy in the village. Grandma must have heard the rumor somewhere. I'm not the one who's interested in the village right now."

"I kept my mouth shut to Uncle Farro, but the family in that house over there, the ladies are suspicious"

"Why is that?

"It's an old lesson to take wheat, meat, booze, etc. to Grandma Lehne once or twice a month. Mostly the Belsch take it."

A tribute?

"The witch who lives in the woods is the patron saint of the village?

A little tear and say, Else shook her neck sideways without even a dust,

"There are some who say that the demons that live deep in the woods and in the mountains do not come down to us, but I wonder. I don't know why, but I feel like I'm just a grandmother."

My father didn't seem to know that much about it either.

To go out, my mother said, "Be careful". From behind my mother, Lucell stares at me with an anxious face.

My father smiled and told the two of them to reassure him.

"It's okay. Even a wizard is a much busier old lady. I've never done anything wrong to a village before."

When I left the house, I headed north on the trail beside the woods. Eventually I could see Dahle's house one day.

Apparently he's on his way over there. There's a witch at the end of that gate, behind the woods.

Turning onto the road leading to the woods, I suddenly felt the cold increase. I saw a sturdy gate, not different in dimensions from that day as I slowly took the turning road.

And beside the portal was Paul, with a tight face, arming and standing, the same as that day.

The road behind the gate was no different than the one in front of it, which continued unabated with a gentle bend to the right and to the left.

"Ishur, you have nothing to worry about. Don't be afraid of Laine. I live in the back of the woods picking rare herbs and stuff, just a nice old lady."

Paul has said the same thing to my father. But "sama," give me a name.

I'm sure he's not like working evil on villagers.

"But you live far away."

Paul got a slightly snotty look,

"You get in the way of magic training. Because he used to be such a great wizard," I told him to fix it.

"Wizards often don't like to hang out with one," Else said.

Paul is older than Else. Neither one of them scares the wizard, saying the same thing, but Else doesn't seem to have much respect for the "Witch of the Woods" because he's still young.

You don't have to be scared, because what's with that sturdy gatekeeper? The anxious look on my mother's face is simply because she is worried. Is it okay?

Um, I felt like I'd be hesitant to ask about the gates that seemed a little exaggerated, and now I've decided to shut up.

As the three of us continued to walk silently for a while, the road narrowed only slightly, increasing the height of the trees around us. I was already firmly stepping into the back of the woods. I feel like the branch leaves of the trees spreading from left to right are covering up against me.

After several loose, long turning curves, the road became a straight line, and at the end of the road ahead, a witch's house was revealed covered with large trees all around her.

The house was a rustic, country-style house, like the one that came to the story. Two windows on a white ocean lacquered wall, wooden doors in between, and a stone chimney on the roof. There is thin smoke coming out of the chimney.

Living alone in the back of the woods, this is the witch's house that comes to the story, as it was.

……

My legs stopped somewhat in front of the house, and I was stunned by an indescribable emotion, Paulo proceeded from the left, walking alone to the front of the door, grabbing the smaller knocker that was reaching the door, knocking on the door.

Soon the door opens, making sure Paul sticks his neck in the slightly open moments, talking to someone on the other side of the door. He seems to be apologizing for being so late for his appointment. I can barely see who's on the other side of the door and I'm not sure.

Paul came back here and said:

"We're all over this place, so you can meet Lene alone."

Els turns his suspicious face to Paul for a moment, but Paul nods one as he looks at this one,

"I have nothing to worry about. He said he could see his face and talk a little bit."

I look up at my father's face for a moment and walk out to one door.

Without even knocking, open the thinly open door and step in.

When I went inside, all of a sudden things popped into my eyes in a room like a living room. There is a fireplace in the back and the fire is down. A candlestick or some silverware in front of it, a desk stacked with books, a bookcase on the right, several pots arranged on the wall next to the fireplace, tapestries woven with intricate patterns on the walls or several small paintings decorated with ancient frames, hanging unwrought.

There are two small tables and chairs just in front of you on the left, fairly old and quite damaged. The wall behind it is decorated with a slightly larger painting. It was a portrait of a young woman. He wears a black robe and has a cane familiar to his right hand. It's a wooden wand carved with a curve like a twist. The Wizard's Wand. Wouldn't this painting woman be Lene from a young age? That makes the assumption that Lene has been a fairly high-ranking, or highly-paid, powerful wizard since he was young. Portraits, etc. are a substitute only for the rich or the aristocrats. And the picturesque magic wand seems quite expensive splendid.

I can hear the fire bursting from the fireplace. No sign of people. On the left side of the room, in the back, it leads to quite a room. Is the person in the back room? I look at books on my desk or on my bookcase. From here the letters written on the back cover are small, plundering and very illegible, but aren't many of them magical books?

When I was about to walk out towards you, there was a noise coming from the back room. An old woman appeared, wrapped in black clothes, with the cup in a basin and dedicated to both hands.

"Here I come. Don't stand there like that, sit down."

The old woman let her jaw wave towards the chair on her left hand side.

Wizard-like black costume, its hem up to its feet. My back length is lower than mine. The person was going to smile, the thirsty voice felt gentle, but his face was covered in deep countless wrinkles and he wasn't sure what look he was wearing. I walked to the front of the table shaking my catfish and body up and down slightly if my legs were bad, and placed a cup with tea from the basin.

Sit by the chair with the window on your back. The chair snapped even though it was not a lot of weight.

"What did you say your name was?"

The old woman asked standing still. I hold my mouth and talk about whether my teeth are almost missing, but I can hear it clearly for some reason.

"It's Ishl."

"Whose child?"

"Else's"

"Hmm. Who is Else? Was he indeed Faro's son?"

Not Faro's son, though.

"Are you going to be Faro's grandson? He's getting old sometime."

It's unlikely that you'll understand much from explaining it, so I'll keep listening.

If you treat your great-uncle more like a child than that, the old man in front of you will be alive for at least a hundred years. Have you really lived for hundreds of years?

Don't hesitate to drink.

The old woman stays standing. Put the cup in your hand and mouth. It tastes almost the same as what you serve to guests and drink at festivals in the village. It just smells a little different from what the village has, whether it's a mix of tea leaves or some kind of fragrance.

"You can read books at the age of five and do arithmetic that no one in the village can do."

Did you get to the point? He said he wanted to hear until this old woman bothered to call herself in.

"Who taught you arithmetic? Has anyone come to the village?"

"Ugh, yeah. yourself. Somehow."

I knew it before I was born, and there's no way I could say that. Deceive appropriately.

"Well... yes."

I don't see any expression on the old woman's face looking at this one.

"They can also multiply and allocate. And with reckoning."

"When it's a big number, it's the way no one's ever seen it, you know, written it on paper, calculated it and showed it"

I know him well. Did you still ask the Bersch family? When the merchants came to the village, they helped Melillah's grandmother, and then when the merchants came to the village, they were called by the Bersch family several times to see the deal.

Let me snort,

"There were some scholars in the Wang capital who studied... functions, or something like that."

Are you following Saguri?

Are wizards quite the intellectual class, or should they be busy, but I've come up with a nostalgic word that I've heard for the first time since I was reborn: "function", etc., even though it would be unprofessional? If it's about square roots or triangular functions, I don't know if it's a Wang Du scholar, but anyone who's involved in architecture or astronomy knows it.

"Kansu? What's that?"

Soothe.

"Wouldn't you really know"

For the first time, the old woman has turned her gaze firmly. The wrinkles around your eyes deepen even further.

"I really don't."

Something to convince the other person... that?

Kakun, my neck goes down. Something's wrong.

Suddenly, I felt my consciousness go down with the power of the impossible, dragging me in.