Isekai Journey Of The Magic Archer

Chapter 409 Her Messy Room

Well... actually, nothing much happened throughout the week.

"Bastard..."

It was a normal week and the two of us just played with Anna and the povpoi children, trained with my dear big sister and little brother, and helped mom with some of her 'interesting' paperwork, which she called hard labor.

"Bastard..."

The two of them were surprised when they heard that I brought some amazing creatures with me and as soon as they came back from their training, they rushed to find the povpoi, Zuroro and Morris.

Alf was especially interested in the povpoi. They were cute and all, but they have actually protected creatures because of their ability to learn new things and create new skills.

They were creatures protected by the magic tower but, at the same time, they were the easiest source of the [Skill creation] skill stones.

Their value was obviously unbelievably high but there was close to no supply because of the rarity of the creatures as well as the low creation rate of the skill.

"Fucking bastard..."

Alf naturally wanted to befriend such amazing creatures, and I knew he was hoping that he would find his familiar among them... but, alas. They all definitely jumped on him like us, but none of them was the one for him.

A familiar is naturally an important part of a mage and many actually don't find one in their whole life, so he at least wasn't hopeless.

'Even dad found his familiar in his late thirties. He has a good long time. And, there will be an event at the academy when many mages will get the chance to bond with appreciate familiar.

Maybe even knights will find some suitable partners. But that was the story of the future...

"Bastard..."

"Yes, yes ma'am. I'm a bastard. But at least remember that I'm your bastard..."

She looked at me as I said that for a moment with an angry, poison-filled look and... went back to her work.

All she had to do was pick up the big-looking things and put them on the other side.

We were in the middle of sorting the junk in her personal room, after all, and the first step in this absurd process was to sort the stuff by size.

And in the consideration of her utter boredom, I gave her the easiest ones as her first sorting target.

But still, it wasn't something she wanted to do but had to do if she wanted to get one of the 'coins'.

"Bastard..."

And though with a continues cussing like this, she just continued doing her work.

This room was genuinely quite large and there were hundreds of thousands of things here, ranging from a simple piece of the knife to actual large siege weapons.

She had been to many places throughout her long life, but as she told me, battlefields used to be her home.

She had actually fought in many historical wars and there actually is mention of her nickname (Bloodthirsty witch) in some of the recent history books.

Veterans of the battlefield, war heroes, and retired army personnel of the south, east, and west part of the continent would actually tell you the infamous tales of this particular mercenary who genuinely just fought in wars to kill...

That was her dark past, and this whole wide room was filled with her relics of the past.

Anyway... that were the things of the past.

'But it's still fun to see so many things with a particular story behind them. Surely she might not remember everything about them, but she had a pretty good memory, so I knew she would remember about a great number of things here.'

The things that happened this past week, from how Alf got close to the povpoi and Carla's battle with Zuroro, were memorable things, and ultimately, the povpoi family, our great lizardman, and the crazy lich were getting closer with each passing day.

So, I should calmly focus on the thing before me. My primary goal of finding the diary she found in that special witch hut and sorting out everything, making some shelves, and decorating the room was ongoing.

"Bastard..."

But Rein wanted to just finish this fucking boring thing as soon as possible and go out of here or at least take a break and play with me, so she was doing her work with amazing speed and accuracy.

But she wasn't having fun... which wasn't something that I actually liked.

"So Rein... do you remember anything about that cannonball?" I asked while pointing at the biggest cannonball in the room.

It was a big thing that would be easy to remember, but her reply wasn't much great.

"Just some junk I picked up somewhere."

She didn't even look at that big thing for more than a few seconds before replying. And surprisingly, her voice was genuine.

'Haaa... well, let's try again.'

"What about that cannon?"

"Don't remember. Sorry, darling."

"That catapult?"

"Ohh~. I stole that one from an enemy camp in the Hgile-Ftuk war. They were shocked at how a siege weapon can vanish overnight. Hahaha."

Good. This was better.

"Ohh! I had a medal from that war. It's a small octagon-shaped medal. Tell me if you find it, please~." She requested with a wide smile and cheerful expression, which was far better than her cussing.

"Alright~," I answered with a warm smile and continued asking her about the stuff while doing my own work and she continued talking about the bigger things like they were just a fun memory for her. But more than the bigger things, her heart remembered the smaller things that contained bigger meaning to her.

"Ohh! My knife! You know Eon, I killed my very first slime with this knife!"

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"Ohh! That blade~! Yes. I remember it clearly! The very first orc I killed used it. It was a tough fight~."

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"Damnnnn! I still have that medal? Yes... good old days. They used to give medals on the battlefield to people with the most kills."

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"Oh? That's a rare scene. Was this scroll from the ruse war or the Germo war? (tier-4) spells used to be a source of fear among soldiers there.

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"Well, I certainly remember smashing the enemy commander's head with that throne shield. He was a fucking asshole."

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"Wohh... you found this too? Damn... that's the bowl I tasted my first-ever dose of potent poison with. One of the reasons I have [Poison resistance of Belinda] is related to this one. Thankfully, this skill does more than just resist all poisons."

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"Yei~. Hello mister Hamham. Your dear master didn't know you were here. Sorry~." (She was saying this to a peculiar red-eyed rabbit made with some rabbit monster's fur... creepy.)

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"Ohh! Ohh! This...! No way! You know Eon, this is the sword used by a (Rook) ranked knight who died because a bitch from our side used a powerful artifact and blew up half of the battlefield. It was total chaos at that time~."

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"This..." her excited talk of her killings and bloodbaths only stopped when I suddenly took out a simple ribbon with the high preservation spell cast on it from under a pile of books.

Her eyes were wide open when she saw this ribbon, almost tearful even, and the way she quickly appeared before me and gently took the ribbon from my hands told me this one contained a deeper story than many simple things in this place.

And those rare drops of tears in her eyes were genuinely quite a great deal...

"Thanks... Eon..." She suddenly hugged me and then just looked at the simple orange ribbon with anger, resentment, and sadness in her eyes.

There was also helplessness, but there also existed forgiveness, so it was difficult to deduct anything from just that much.

But she didn't take much time in her nostalgia dive and looked back at me with a sighing smile.

"Not many people you meet on the battlefield are kind to you. Not at least when we are talking about a battlefield of a big war like Frankie's great conflict.

And certainly, not many females fight in a war.

But there was this one girl... a dumb young girl fighting for the revenge of her maltreated mother.

She was a good sword welder, knew basic magic, and more than that, she knew how to fight...

Talented, ferocious, funny, and also someone who, well, treated a lone person like me as a companion and a friend...

It was a time of war. And coming out of it alive was more based on luck than strength and talent.

So... her demises was certain, and it definitely came. And she died. In my arms...

I didn't know what friends are at that time. Certainly just pushed back anyone that tried getting along with me. Maybe even killed the ones who were being too much... but that mad girl was different.

She treated death like a certain, normal, and momentary thing.

She came back to annoy me every night, and during every break, and even spend her time around me during the fights.

The fool was even sometimes injured because I went into a frenzy... still, she continued being around, and then died on the battlefield... showing me there existed emotions like affection.

This ribbon... maybe it's some of the most important things in this room for me."

She sighed again at the end and put the ribbon on a side and shook her head.

The past was mainly painful for her because of things like these, and she avoided diving into those days. It was one of the reasons she subconsciously avoided this place that contained her past.

But now, after me, maybe she had accepted that the past was something that had passed. The reason she actually talked about her past days right now.

But still, some. memories were something that was good when they were buried.

And this memory was one of the things she didn't want to think much about. So...

"Ok then. Shell we take a look at this diary~?"

It was a voice that meant that I understood her heart and the words were something that reminded her of the primary objective of this whole cleaning shit.

It had occurred because she helplessly brought up the topic of a strange diary that she found in a swamp house and right now; I was holding that diary.

That simple-looking book contained the memories and knowledge of some of the greatest-known witches in the history of the continent.

'And I hope my guess is true...'

It would be amazing if this book did belong to a witch that had fended off many great demons on her own during her time.

'Even the most basic magic or wisdom of (Witch of greens) would be crazy helpful for us after all.'

I was excited and her face, which still contained some discomfort, turned into surprise as soon as I opened the normal-looking diary...

Or more like when we heard a voice as soon as I opened the diary.

[[ "Ohh~? The young witch finally remembered me. Look at you~. Haven't you grown stronger~?

This young appearance is quite something, but it's good that you're growing. And Oo lala~. What do we have here~?" ]]

This was a voice that we heard in our heads and this alluring voice of a grown lady was definitely... a strange thing.