Ferburzon is a Green Mage. He is called so because he possesses the ability to heal and regenerate wounds or diseases. The more advanced a Green Mage is, the greater the miracles they can perform; some can even regenerate lost limbs in a matter of seconds.
Unfortunately, Ferburzon did not possess such talent. If he did, he would not be serving a minor noble like Lord Rikar. Even so, whether of low or high rank, a Green Mage is always someone of great importance. Their value far surpasses that of a knight or even a common mage.
The lord of these lands was extremely fortunate to secure the service of a Green Mage within his territory.
Ferburzon told me how he met the lord. It happened a decade ago, when the noble went hunting in the meadows. His target was an alselizard. These creatures usually rest near the banks of streams; they are herbivores and feed on red berries that grow close to the water. I have personally had the opportunity to see some of these magnificent beasts. They are enormous, and from their heads grow a pair of thick antlers similar to those of an elk. According to what he had read, they are very peaceful creatures, as long as their lives are not threatened.
Lord Rikar Queen, in all his wisdom, believed that a poisoned spear would be enough to bring the beast down. He was gravely mistaken. In the creature's counterattack, he was severely wounded, nearly dying on the spot. After all, he was nothing more than an ordinary human.
He was fortunate that Ferburzon happened to be passing by and managed to heal him, saving his life.
The lord did not hesitate to offer Ferburzon a position in the service of his family in exchange for a generous sum of money. Fortunately for him, Ferburzon accepted, on the condition that he be allowed to live in the small village. This pleased the lord greatly; after all, he was considered a good ruler, someone who cared about his subjects.
I remained silent when he said that. He may be a good noble, but I believe that man hides something very dark behind the scenes. Just remembering his unsettling gaze makes me shudder.
Ferburzon was a great conversationalist and, moreover, an excellent tutor. As a good listener, you connect with him instantly. He was around forty years old, with a prominent bald spot and messy green hair on the sides. Tall yet misshapen, he was a strange amalgamation of contradictions that, over time, became my fourth favorite person.
It has been approximately seven years since I reincarnated, and one year since Ferburzon took me in as his apprentice. I have learned much from him—enough to understand how this world works, or at least the continent we inhabit. It is known that another continent exists, but it is so far away, on the other side of the planet, that for now it is not worth discussing.
The name of this continent is the Sanctuary of Jordania. According to my master, it once had another name, but all the kingdoms agreed to change it in honor of the great hero who gave his life for these lands: Jordania. A legendary figure whose feats seem like fiction—he slew three dragons in a single day, killed the first pope of the Cult of Nothingness, and nearly exterminated the Shadow Chess group. However, what earned him the respect of all the inhabitants of the continent was sealing the Gates of the End with his own hands, preventing the horrors of the Void from entering this plane.
The way Ferburzon told these stories made it impossible not to admire such a hero.
The continent is divided into six empires: Condor, Tartarus, Crouching Titan, the Holy Empire, World Tree, and finally Pachacutec, where I currently reside. Lord Queen is a minor noble who serves the Roko family, rulers of the province known as The Giant's Hand. It is called so because, on the map, it resembles an abstract hand, with farmlands forming its fingers.
There are seven provinces in total, though there should be ten. However, one of them—the Green Belt Province—is divided among four great houses. This region serves as a frontier, and each family is responsible for defending its territory to prevent invasions from other empires.
The currency used in Pachacutec is the Sol, and the ruling family is the Inca family.
Thanks to Ferburzon, I also learned about fascinating concepts such as Extreme Mages and Whispered Skills, blessings granted by Existence itself—a kind of conceptual god around which the entire world revolves.
I am eight years old and about to have a brother. To be honest, I am nervous. I never had siblings, nor a father or mother; I was just another orphan in the world. Remembering it fills me with conflicting emotions.
When my mother let me hold the baby, I was horrified. I saw my hands, stained with blood, beginning to drip onto the baby's small body. I almost dropped him, but quickly handed him back to my mother and ran out. I ran and ran until I reached a tree, where I collapsed and began to vomit.
I had been deceiving myself. What I did may belong to another life, but that does not mean it never happened. For the first time, I understood that carrying memories is not a blessing, but a heavy cross.