I've seen scenes before where the cleric warrior Torad treated soldiers' wounds with 'The Power of God'.
That was something amazing inside too, faded and disappeared while I saw a serious bruise.
But just now, it is not a lifelike phenomenon such as treatment or recovery that 'The Woman Who Stores Knowledge' has caused.
A deep laceration of the child's knee disappeared instantly, as if it had never existed from the beginning.
Though she also believed in some kind of god as a witch and wondered if she was given the ability of that hand.
Whatever I say, common sense doesn't seem to work for her.
"Witch, I'll see you later!
"Please sing again!
"Oh, look. Watch your step."
Alone, "The Woman Who Keeps Knowledge," the children who were trapped by the witch ran with a big wave.
She stood up and bowed her head to me.
"Thank you very much for your patience. Forgive my disrespect."
"... no, never mind. Looking at healthy kids makes me feel good."
It's not a social dictionary, it's the real deal.
On the other hand, however, it makes me feel weird to think that such innocent children are waiting for a fate that will continue to fight the Dark One forever without a homeland as a warring tribe.
To date, I have thought and acted more seriously than anyone else against the threat of darkness.
But it's a good place to think of them before. Damn, I'm ashamed of myself.
"Don't look weird. I have no right to be sympathetic to you."
"Gu."
My back, which was nearly gloomy, had been snuggled up with palms as big as a rade.
"Lord?
"Hmm."
Reykha, who tried to lift his eyes and jump to the rade, is reflexively controlled with one hand.... I'm starting to feel this stream gradually staining my body.
"Good. He cared a lot for me.... Come on, let's go"
"My pleasure."
Leaving the rade pointing that way with Rayha, who roughs his nose, tells the witch.
She also smiled and nodded calmly.
Guided by a witch, we entered a large simple dwelling (tent) built in the centre of the 'Inn'.
Apparently the warriors don't have a culture of sitting in chairs.
The spacious interior is covered with planks and prompted to sit on a beautifully embroidered cushion.
When I get here, I want to take off my shoes at the entrance, but apparently that's unnecessary.
The front was decorated with tapestries depicting giant birds spreading and intimidating polar-colored feathers.
It's a warrior's crest.
"Warring Elder, my name is Ease"
"Karaon."
"Dirgiruo"
Witches with tapestries on their backs. Three old men sit before them.
They weren't like imaginary, shitty monster grandfathers.
There is evidence of old age that a squad of old men may rise up on their bald heads, but they all maintain a resilient flesh.
What you're wearing is not armor on boulders, but loose clothing like a dark red monk's coat.
Though you have shown respect and bowed your head to this one, its sight and majesty undoubtedly belong to warriors of war.
"Jeetaias, castle lord, it's the wizard Margils. Invited."
For the first time in a long time, I remembered my little things and managed to exchange a dignified greeting with them, even though I was intrepid. Maybe.
Leiha and Sedham, who hold back, don't seem comfortable either.
"Well, Lord Margils. I just wanted to make sure of a few things..."
"Wait."
The soft voice of the witch stopped Ez old man's heavily open mouth.
"The Witch?
"How'd you like it?
"How about nothing. How much trouble does the wizard suffer because of our indiscretions? Not only did you forgive me for that generously, but with your help, I hope you came a long way..."
"Ugh..."
The witch began to whisper (only in a gentle and soft voice) to the three old men.
"Isn't it a muscle to serve one of the tea treats first, apologize deeply for the disrespect, and then finally say this wish after getting forgiveness? Since when did those people lose such courtesy? When I was younger, I knew a lot more about reason... but I didn't have enough love and teaching from both of us, and how I twisted it?
"Ha, ha. You too."
"Witches, hiccups..."
……
Just in case, the witch looks like a pretty brunette (elf) in her early teens or so.
That's the old warriors of the hundreds of wars drooling with kudokudos and novels, and when it comes to the old men, he bows his head like a frightened boy.
It's so awkward.
Camberlis and Rade, who are in the lower seat than the elders, were also in cold sweat.
In the end, the novel itself ended in about five minutes.
The elders, as the witch said, behaved tea and sweets and apologized to us very low profile.
Most of all, while doing so, there is no alarm or gap at all in the eyes that look at me.
Even though my child would be alike from a five-hundred-year-old witch, it is true that they have fought through the dark with blood and plot.
"Mmm.... So it's time... Lord Wizard?
"Oh. You're welcome enough. Even this one, I'm interested in what we're going to talk about."
"I appreciate it when you say that.... Just get down to business... before. I'm really sorry, but once again, I'd like you to be questioned if you have a dark reaction."
"What?"
Actually, I was expecting a little, but the elders have gone on to be questioned first.
It was' interrogation 'that Camberlis and the' occupier 'he used to take with him.
It is a technique that uses crystal spheres sealed with dark blood to determine if a subject has been influenced by the dark.
In short, you're still suspicious of me, and the witch who heard it was about to hoist her green eyes and scold the elders.
While desperately controlling it, the elders beg me.
"No, I understand disrespect! This is right, please!
"Right, sometimes just in case. It would be easier for me to get a good look into it."
I also quickly agreed to shelter them because I wasn't even going to say no originally.
A far more gigantic crystal sphere than anything I've seen before… 'Inquisition' using 'Haunted' is fortunate to have the same result as before.
A lump of red tea blood that was sealed in the crystal burst into orbit to dislike it as it approached me.
"... you're right about the report"
"I've never seen such a reaction"
"… certainly not possessed (horned) or devil worshippers (demonstrators),"
"Do it, you've seen it. Now apologize to the wizard."
"No, no, no. Fair enough. I understand this was necessary."
I manage to forgive a witch like a mother scolding a child's prank.
So we can finally get to the point of this meeting.
"... As for us Presbyterians, I definitely want to restore the 'prophecy' of the Witch to normal"
"You will need the knowledge of the Wizard to do so."
"Wizard, as long as you are good, I would like you to see the remains of the Dark One that our ancestors secured five hundred years ago."
"I see."
They still don't know about my magic principles or my magic gates.
Still, you guessed I had something to do with 'focus' (even if it wasn't the dark one).
"Ultimately, you will join us in the ritual of prophecy."
"Of course, where I want to be"
Finding out about prophecy would be an important element in knowing 'the will of the whole darkness'.
As much as I'd like to ask you here.
And.
The ultimate mystery I have myself.
Who is the "Watchman" and what have I been transferred to this world (Sedia) for?
Can we even get one step closer to that answer?