The Witch, Who Once Was Called A Saint

He said he went shopping for a long time, but encountered terrible rain.

With that in mind, Astreia was going down a roadless path in the mountains. The rain always makes scaffolding and sight worse, and the difficulty of walking sucks. Still, this is a forest that has been inhabited for about four hundred years. As much as I mean where I walk, I know.

(... but it's been 400 years. During this time, I just thought it had been three hundred and fifty years)

I realized that because I heard the voice 'Virgin's Festival/Four Hundred Years' on the way out.

The "Virgin's Festival", which is finally counting the 400th time this year, is a festival dedicated to one witch who once saved this country suffering from war.

About four hundred years ago, the kingdom in which Astreia lived had undergone a massive invasion from an empire that was at the time a neighbour.

Many soldiers were dead, and there was war in the village, and the people were pessimistic.

But that's when one witch appeared in history.

One girl, called "The Daughter of the Devil" by the enemy army and later called "The Virgin of the Redemption" by the Royal Army -

(I wonder what historical critics would say if they found out she was a little girl like me)

But Astraia and I couldn't believe I lived this long at the time - it was something I never thought I would be immortal.

The Virgin's Festival did not count for the first time from the year following the end of the war, but several years have passed since the end of the war and it has been held since the year following the Virgin's neglect.

So it's easy to understand when you think "how many years will you be spending in the woods" because for Astraia that number of events equals are the years you live in the woods yourself. However, it is rarely everyday to think about it, and many people go to the city once a year, so if the timing is not right, they will remain unaware.

"And I can't help but be immersed in memories... but it's raining really bad today"

If this is the case, I should have gone shopping another day.

The weather is so bad I can't help but think so.

No matter what the rain, Astreia's clothes and luggage don't get a little wet.

That's because Astreia creates just a little layer of wind around herself, avoiding hitting the rain grains.

This is easy for a witch. Astraia doesn't have a hair on her head to be a good woman who drips water too. It just gets cold.

But even if it doesn't get wet, it's hard to prevent it from still having bad vision.

(You can also use wind magic to improve your vision, but it's also troublesome to bother using several kinds at the same time)

As much as I take such care of myself in the first place, I am home at first sight to prevent rain as I fly through the sky.

That's a hassle, so I'm walking all the way.

(Thought we'd have a little more time before it rained, but the prospects were sweet)

This makes me wish I had finished the weather fortune without stinking before I left.

Though divination is a word, once you feel the signs of the earth's chi and water properly, you can generally do as long as you keep the weather divination. Failure.

There is still a little more distance to the cabin where Astreia lives.

Let's get some sleep when we get home. At this rate, it will rain tomorrow. Then it's best to sleep slowly - yes, when I thought about it, there was an unbeatable roar around even in the rain.

Astreia was so surprised that it was probably the first time in years that her own heart had bounced.

"... what?

I have a bad feeling. That's what I thought. Astraia quickly changed the direction of her progress.

It was the cliffside that made the noise.

It's a little far from here, but there's a path ahead for the mountain crossing.

Could it be - that's what I thought. When Astreia ran to the scene, there was a wagon in my eye that I thought had slipped. Astreia threw away her luggage and ran over to the spot. The carriage had been devastated and it was obvious that it could not be expected to be safe or otherwise.

(Still, I just heard a noise. Still, you might have a breath!

The horse could be seen moving even weakly. Except he's bleeding a lot, and his neck is slightly curved in a strange direction. And right beside it, I could also find the figure of a person. He seemed unconscious. Red blood runs from his head, covering half his face. In this condition, there would be other injuries.

"But not yet, not dead......!

Astreia shouted, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Then came the light out of his hand, and the light enveloped the area around him. Warm, then strong light.

Even in the dark woods, it is so light that it can even be thought of as brightened for a moment by its light.

For some time, when the light eventually went out, all that remained there was a wrecked carriage, a horse standing up beside it and a young man who was struck by the rain but breathing more calmly than earlier. The blood on your face is the same, but even wipe the blood and you'll look asleep.

For one thing, my life seemed to have subsided - so appeased Astraia, but the next moment, I felt painful and breathless and lay low on the value.

(The first technique I've used in hundreds of years, after all, is a pain in the ass)

I wish I could simply use the technique of healing, but unfortunately the witch doesn't have the ability to heal others.

Barely able healing magic is the art of transferring one's health to one's opponent and taking on that injury oneself - something that, if it is the opponent of a heavy weight, puts a considerable load on one's own body. In other words, if Astreia is not immortal, it is such a technique as to whether she can recover one person or one horse after her own death.

Astreia remembered that it was such a technique and then said, "Oh, speaking of which, it was such a technique." But now that I remember, I can't do anything about it.

(Because it was sudden, and I was surprised. As if I had no choice... more than that, this. I helped, but what am I going to do)

The youth's life crisis should have been taken off, but leaving it in this place doesn't necessarily mean there will be a landslide.

There is a good chance that the injury has not been completely healed in the first place. He hasn't healed his forehead wound yet, and his blood is still seeping.

I accidentally helped a young man by looking at his dying situation, but he's an astreia who lives to stay out of other people's minds as far as possible, other than purchasing clothes. If we think that the current situation is one in which we do not die now, resistance is also being created to help.

(What should I do? I want to leave you alone. Never happens that you can get involved)

That's what I think of myself, but my legs really didn't make it home.

Astraia sighed deeply at herself like that.

When did I do it, the wind technique that was covering me was solved. I feel bad about my clothes sticking to my body because of it. Sucks. Astreia opened her mouth in the condition she gave up, paying aside her hair sticking to her face.

"... will you cooperate?

The horse Astraia spoke to replied with a temperamental snort to it.

Now apparently, the excuse 'I left it because it was too heavy to carry' has been erased by this horse's reply.