Senpensekai no Madoushoshi

"Master Griselda is like a cleric warrior. He went around and fought the demons of the Original World, which continued after the Battle of Illua."

Mr. Woff's story began by saying his master's name. The voice seemed pale, and it wasn't. She seemed to deliberately only line up words in an attempt to manage to contain the overflowing emotions.

"It was five hundred years ago that Master Griselda and I met. My master and I were enemies at first. If you wandered through the woods after the village where you lived, your master appeared in front of you..." Are you a dark elf? "I knew right away that I was a cleric warrior, so I was using magic earlier than I could answer. But the result was a bummer..."

Griselda, a cleric warrior who lived five hundred years ago. Only when he uttered his name could Mr. Waff not contain his emotions and shook his voice.

"Shame on you, I begged for my life. Then she told me that she would forgive me if I were to be a squire after she hit me one last time. And then for about ten years, we've been traveling together. Go to all kinds of places, see all kinds of things, help all kinds of people...... And at some point, I was supposed to be that other apprentice. I don't know what kind of apprentice he is. That guy is a bummer, he's a cold guy at first glance, but he wants to take care of me, he wants to teach me something, he's such a person..."

You remind me of the old days, and I sneered back into Mr. Woff's face. But that disappears quickly after you say the next word.

"... but now five hundred years ago. Our journey came to an abrupt end. Um, in the city of Fretelli."

"Quadriga."

To Toslin's words, Mr. Woff nodded.

"Yeah, I will. Quadriga had manipulated the wind to raze the sea, causing great sacrifices to the city. Me and Master Griselda fought to defeat Quadriga. But he's very strong... because he's going to have a tsunami or something? Honestly, you've been too different in dimension from your enemies to even be in battle."

Tsunami…. Having never seen the sea, I know the phenomenon only in the book. A wave like a wall just looking up pushes over, destroying the building in an instant. How the hell am I supposed to stand up to a quadriga with power equal to such a natural disaster? The only head I know of is my narrow world, and I can't find the answer to that.

"But Master Griselda didn't give up. Really, you were so strong, mean, and you hated to lose. Visit this fairy and rob her of the shards of mourning jewels... hey, take them... eh, or borrow them temporarily! So I used it to seal the quadriga at the bottom of the ocean."

I heard disturbing words but I decided not to listen to them with all my might. Apparently, Mr. Griselda is a very destructive person.

"You still have it here, too, a shard of mourning jewels"

When Saluena snapped, Master Ri nodded all over his body.

"Yes, yes. Yes, I do. Ordered by the goddess Ilua, we, the fairies in Fretelli, have been protecting the shards of the mourning jewels for generations. The legend inside also says that the power of the jewel shards was used to seal the quadriga between Master Griselda and Master Wear."

Mr. Ri's words corroborated the credibility of Mr. Woff's story. When I heard that the exact whereabouts of the shards could not be taught by the boulders, Toslin and Carroll seemed blatantly sorry. No way, you're not after me, are you? No matter how much you say you dream of collecting treasures from around the world, that's not all you can do.

"He said he used a mourning shard, but how did he seal the quadriga?

"Did you know that there are all kinds of powers in a piece of jewelry?

"Mm-hmm. I'm guessing there's extraordinary power. Auschnell has a large forest called Swansy Forest, but those trees that grew by the time of the anomaly must have been the effect of the shards of the treasure."

"Oh, I knew it was there, too. I've actually seen it five hundred years ago with your master, too, but it sounds amazing. As you can see, I think the pieces of jewellery inspired growth. Perhaps the shard was equipped with the power to work on life. Just like that, the shards here have power. That power means' fulfilling hope '."

"So you want the shards and seal the quadriga?

Mr. Woff nodded at his sister.

"I will. But... there's no way I can get my wish that conveniently because I wished. A miracle is bound to... need the power to do it. Clerical warriors do a lot of miracles, but it all comes at a price, doesn't it?

"Yeah, that's right. Much of it is vital, but it is a miracle to seal enough demons to cause disaster…"

"Yes, Master Griselda used his own life as a force to cause miracles. By trapping yourself in a gem."

So, Mr. Woff's gaze turns to the altar. In the centre of that altar, made on a hilltop covered with beautiful flowers, was a single jewel floating. Is it true that a red gem like that ruby... is Master Griselda?

"How dare you... dwell your own power in stone? own spiritualization. It is no longer a man's business. No, I see. Is that why it's a miracle? The shard of the mourning jewel made it possible."

Mr. Woff reached for the jewel floating in the universe, knowing it would not reach him, as Ritzereich, next door, grumbled.

"I was screaming when I saw my master disappearing in front of me. I... want to be with you. Then my body began to glow just like your master... and he held me in his arms in a world where there was nothing to realize."

"Here's what happened after that in the legend. The light emitted by the two precious stones enveloped the god of the rough wind, and sank together to the bottom of the sea…"

"At the bottom of the ocean, that's where it is."

That's what Saluena said as she stroked her head on her shoulder so she could mock Laplice in a bad mood.

"Yes, yes. The bottom of the ocean, which was filled with flowers and trees, sealed the quadriga in this tsunami."

"It's... I'm sure... I think it's because your master wished for me in the elf. You're an idiot when I find out you lost your life for the seal of Quadriga, asshole. I thought you were dumb. I was cursed, but your master is really kind, so at least you told me to be at peace in this world of nothing... with flowers and trees, I think you colored me."

Mr. Crupippo said this used to be a place full of rocks. But now the greenery grows so much that I don't think it's the bottom of the ocean, and the flowers are blooming with a sweet and slight scent.

If this is the embodiment of Master Griselda's thoughts, how sweet. It must be warm. Thoughts contrary to words. An abysmal world. The opposite view.

- An upside down forest.

"But the master is of the same character as I said earlier. I'm tired of seeing your face right away, so I told you to go anywhere... only I was thrown out."

Mr. Woff looks like trouble, he looks sad. On the side of it I saw something small and radiant.

"When I realized it, I was standing in front of a crumbling church. Those who lost their homes in the tsunami prayed... and I told them the end of the matter. Because I thought it was my job to tell you what your master has accomplished..."

The remnants of that crumbling church are the temple we found on the beach. Sealing Quadriga to the bottom of the sea changed the current, pushing the sea level up, and most of the city of Fretelli at the time sank to the bottom of the sea, he said.

After that, Mr. Woff said he kept calling on Master Griselda to take his feet to this place many times. But he doesn't even hear a voice, and Mr. Woff decides. Trying to find a way around the world to defeat Quadriga. And... it's been five hundred years without finding it.

"Do you remember seeing Ghost on the beach that day? Mr. Iries."

"Yes. Absolutely."

"That was... your master. I couldn't hear you, and your face was blurry, but I'm sure of it. That was... Mr. Griselda. There, I think you've probably been protecting that temple for a long time. No, it's not just the shrine. That city, even now... Yet!!

Mr. Woff gripped his fist hard and squeezed out his voice to spit blood.

"Yet... people in the city have already forgotten about it. There used to be someone who protected this city. I don't know the name, all I know is that. No, now it's... even... fading away. Even now... your master is the one with the quadriga, sealing his life in shreds, but that's... that's not really..."

Mr. Woff, who was finally overwhelmed, exploded his emotions. I wept and leaked a whimper.

"Isn't that enough... Wouldn't it have been easier for that guy already... Thanks for saving me, okay? Since then... it's been five hundred years. There must be limits to keeping Quadriga sealed all by yourself."

"What Master Wahl is saying is true. The seal here is badly weakened."

I tried to corroborate Mr. Woff's words, and Master Ri said so. Strong winds and high waves here these days are likely to be due to this.

"So you want to hit us on Quadriga?

Toslin stared at me with a strange face. Mr. Woff takes a deep breath trying to calm himself down and answers with a potpourri as he chooses the words.

"I heard rumors that Sands Wands had been defeated. When I heard that, I thought... there was only one way to get these heroes to defeat me."

"So you fished us out to feed yourself, borrowed the name of a cleric warrior, and approached us."

"I look like a dark elf. You just can't believe I just told you honestly from the start, or I thought you were gonna kill me."

Mr. Woff breathed heavily again, pulling his mouth together. And I walked out in front of your sister.

"... Oh, uh, cleric warrior..."

"... what is it"

Your sister replies, but the voice has no discouragement. The kind of smile you always turn to me is not there, and I look down quietly at Mr. Woff, who was kneeling (kneeling first) at my feet.

"Wow, you don't think I deserve this favor. Because it looks like a dark elf. So here, ah, I can let you kill me..."

Mr. Woff reached for his chest. And when we met, I took out the scratchy holy mark that first showed me, and offered it to my sister.

"So, so!! There are people here who are still risking their lives to fight for everyone in the city!! The guy is a real human (Hulia), not a dispute like me, ho, he looks like a real cleric warrior!! This... proves it. That's the last thing my master put on my neck!!

Mr. Woff offered it. It does have holy flowers engraved on it. My holy mark was also given to me by my sister, and there are scratches everywhere. But it's in Mr. Woff's hands. It was painful enough to make me feel five hundred years too old to compare to mine.

"Oh, I have a favor to ask... Master, even at this time, you are still... fighting alone. So, ah, that!!

Mr. Woff stuck to your sister's leg.

"Ha, please help him!! Please...... how about, please!!

Hearing that sad cry of Mr. Woff, I looked up to your sister's side. I knew there was something there that reminded me of Riken, clinging to my feet and staring at Mr. Woff crying.

……

I wanted to help Mr. Woff. I don't know how, I still don't know that. But I can't pretend not to look. I never want to. Irresponsible is fine. You can call me selfish. I just wanted to do something for her in pain. So I tried to ask your sister to do that.

"Please, show your face. Clerical Warrior, Dear Wall Woff"

But I didn't have to.

When your sister took her hand off me, she stroked my hair once. And now your sister knelt down and wrapped Mr. Woff's hands around her with both hands.

"Yes, no, I'm not a cleric warrior, I'm not a cleric... on the contrary, its... in a dark elf..."

Confusion is spreading in Mr. Woff's face staring at his sister. But your sister shakes her neck to the side. And he spread his hands like flowers, and gazed at Mr. Woff's hand, the holy flower upon it, which was being put on there.

"No, you are a cleric warrior. Here it is, on your neck. This is the most important sign."

"Ko, is this...?

"Yes, that is something that can only be worn by those recognized by the goddess Ilua. You've already been recognized by Master Griselda and by the goddess."

Your sister gets up. And I pulled Mr. Woff's hand.

"Come on, please stand up. Clerical warrior, Master Wall Waugh. And think about how you can help Master Griselda."

"Huh!!

"Perhaps that's why the goddess set us here."

Sister. After all, your sister is your sister. He's a kind, riddle-cool cleric warrior I love.

"Ugh, uhh... Ah, thank you, thank you..."

Without being ashamed of the tears that overflow, Mr. Woff continues to cry. But she put a wounded holy mark on her neck, and stood up.

Now it's time to help your master.

- But that's when.

Go, go, go, go, go!!

"What... should I!?

Shaking enough to shook everything inside the fairy......

"Irie zuck!? Grab it!!

A crack entered the tsuka at the foot that was sealing the quadriga.