[SIDE: Court-Highland Federation]
A report came that a letter about the cultural festival had arrived, and everyone was present at the weekly regular meeting. Ten men and women sat facing each other around a round table.
The bearded man with crimson hair at the far end looked around at everyone and spoke.
“Now, the next agenda item. Though slightly later than usual, we’ve received notice from Fidic Academy about the cultural festival. The schedule is approximately one month from now. As usual, five representatives from the federation and their families will participate, but who wishes to go?”
When the man announced this, everyone raised their hands. This caused everyone to look at each other.
“…You don’t usually participate.”
“No, the same goes for you.”
“Butler-dono, whose son attends the academy, is understandable, but why are there so many applicants this time in particular?”
Everyone began arguing as if trying to keep each other in check. Sighing at this, the crimson-haired man spoke.
“…Since this is getting us nowhere, let’s speak honestly. You’ve heard rumors about the genius magician who appeared at the academy, haven’t you?”
When the crimson-haired man asked this to no one in particular, everyone fell silent and looked at him. Sighing at this, the man shook his head from side to side.
“Those rumors have already reached my ears as well. However, let me tell you that thinking of making that instructor your subordinate would be futile. After all, that instructor’s goal is apparently to forcibly raise the magical standards of all nations. that person plan to visit each country in turn, so that person’ll probably come to this country eventually too. If you want to go to the cultural festival, that’s fine, but please don’t make any crude recruitment attempts.”
When the man said this, several people showed reactions.
“Butler-dono has it good. I hear your son has become that instructor’s student and is receiving lectures.”
“Are you telling us to wait until our children can receive those lectures?”
“Can’t we bring that instructor to the federation?”
As each began voicing their opinions, the man called Butler sighed deeply.
“…If you want to go that badly, this time I’ll arrange for as many people as possible to attend. You can go and see for yourselves. However, at least two people must remain behind.”
When Butler announced this, the men and women around the round table immediately began arguing.
Seeing this scene that felt completely lacking in unity, Butler alone sighed deeply.
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[SIDE: Aoi]
After returning from Maple Leaf, I had a meal at the dormitory for the first time in a while. Though you couldn’t tell from her appearance, Grenola’s cooking was very delicious. Even though it should be foreign cuisine from a Japanese perspective, perhaps due to the frequency of eating it and the slightly mild seasoning, it somehow felt like mother’s cooking. It’s strange how eating this makes me feel like I’ve returned to the academy.
Come to think of it, I also spoke with Eliza and Strass about this, but at Maple Leaf I heard from someone about a saint named Grenola-Novascotia. And this saint had apparently disappeared from the holy capital quite some time ago.
Curious, I confirmed the characteristics as well, but there were few who knew detailed stories about the saint named Grenola. Incidentally, her characteristics were said to be tall stature and a resolute personality. Also, she was apparently very devoted to the injured, but the reason she disappeared from the holy capital was unknown.
They would never think she was making meals at the instructor dormitory of Fidic Academy.
Thinking this, I called out to Grenola as she emerged from the dining hall kitchen.
“Grenola-san.”
When I called her name, Grenola turned her face toward me.
“What is it? If you want some particular dish now that you’ve returned to Winter Valley after so long, just tell me.”
Grenola put her hands on her hips and asked about the content of my question in a masculine manner. Due to her tall height and broad shoulders, she looked like a female pro wrestler, but her kind personality of awkwardly worrying about everyone’s health and stress was truly befitting of a saint.
Smiling wryly at such a gap, I told her part of what happened at Maple Leaf.
“Due to various circumstances, I’ve realized that Maple Leaf’s healing magic and the healing magic I use are completely different things. Since I only had one month, I wasn’t able to fully decipher Maple Leaf’s healing magic. I can make certain assumptions and speculations, but there are several points that concern me.”
When I said this, Grenola’s brow furrowed.
“…And what do you want me to do about telling me this?”
Her tone dropped slightly. I felt like I might become dozens of times more nervous than when I was called to the audience chamber in Maple Leaf.
“I heard that in the past, there was a saint named Grenola in Maple Leaf’s holy capital. Based on the characteristics I heard, I believe you are the same person as Grenola-san. Am I wrong?”
When I asked this, Grenola stopped moving for a moment. However, she eventually shook her head lightly from side to side and let out a sigh.
“…You’re the first person to ask about my past so directly. The only person at the academy who knows I was a saint is Principal Glen.”
“As I thought.”
When I nodded at Grenola’s words, another sigh came back.
“…So, what do you want me to do?”
“Will you cooperate with me? That would be greatly appreciated. Awad-san and Balbrea-san showed me quite a bit, but both of them confirmed the subject’s symptoms and brought about differences in the magic’s effects by changing the incantation content. However, even that was quite rough changes and effects. That said, like my healing magic, they can treat most injuries and illnesses as long as the person isn’t dead. Being able to treat multiple people is the same as well. However, while I target the range I can see with my eyes, Awad-san’s healing magic will treat anyone within range even if they’re on the other side of a wall. This part has been bothering me…”
As I was giving a brief explanation, Grenola blinked.
“Awad-kun and Balbrea-chan, is it? Those are nostalgic names. Have those two become saints?”
“Yes. Awad-san is the court chief magician and a saint, and Balbrea-san is the principal of the Holy Capital Magic Academy and a saint…”
“Pfft!”
As I tried to explain their situations, Grenola burst out laughing halfway through. She shook her shoulders and chuckled as she spoke.
“Those guys became court chief magician and academy principal? You’ve got to be kidding. They were certainly good at using healing magic, but putting those individualistic lumps in charge of organizations—the emperor must have gotten desperate.”
Grenola was laughing heartily, apparently finding it quite unexpected.
“Was it that surprising? Both of them were properly managing their organizations.”
“Heh… So they’ve grown up a bit. In the old days, they were the type who wouldn’t listen even during lectures at the magic academy.”
Grenola said this and snorted, then twisted her neck, making a cracking sound.
“…So, it was about the differences with Aoi’s healing magic? In the first place, I didn’t know you could use healing magic on par with saints. If you can treat multiple seriously injured people simultaneously, that’s certainly saint-level. Being able to do that much and still wanting to master healing magic further?”
Grenola asked with an exasperated expression. I nodded back and voiced what I had been thinking.
“Of course, I have the desire to explore healing magic, but more than anything, I want to research it in order to spread healing magic to various countries. The healing magic I use can be used by anyone, so I want to further develop that healing magic to increase its effectiveness and spread it to various countries…”
When I looked her in the eyes and said this, Grenola made an indescribable face as if she was about to say something, then immediately closed her mouth. She looked at me with a thoughtful expression for a while, but eventually scratched her head roughly with one hand and spoke.
“…You don’t seem to be joking. If these were the words of some random magician, I’d knock them on the head and lecture them about being an idiot, but these are the words of Aoi Konominato-sensei, a senior instructor whose depths I still can’t fathom. I can’t easily deny them… But let me teach you one important thing. You might already know this, but what you’re trying to do is something tremendous that could overturn the positions and power relationships of various countries, not to mention their history and culture. If you went to Maple Leaf and experienced the common sense of the Holy Imperial Nation firsthand, you should understand, right? If you go around teaching other countries their healing magic, which is the emotional support of those people, Maple Leaf will definitely become chaotic.”
With a stern gaze directed at me as if testing my resolve, Grenola spoke. Were these words from her position as a former saint of Maple Leaf, or were they warnings she deliberately voiced so I wouldn’t regret it later?
Somehow, considering Grenola’s kind personality, I felt it was the latter.
I smiled slightly and nodded.
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