It was a story that happened over 15 years ago.
The goddess of the wind, Turbo, was quietly overlooking the town of Afraal from a hill.
She had no particular reason.
She was just bored so she thought she'd take a random walk—that was all.
"…How boring."
But there was nothing there that would relieve Turbo's boredom.
The scene was the same as always.
The strong gained an absurd amount of wealth, while the weak died in poverty without even being allowed to raise their voice.
Of course, Turbo wasn't against the act of seeking riches.
However, selling fellow humans for riches was.
"..."
—Whoosh!
She found it so repulsive that she wanted to erase everything before her eyes.
"…Hm?"
But just as Turbo was about to unleash her Magic Art, she suddenly felt a presence behind her. She turned around as she dissipated the energy she had focused in her right hand.
Standing there was a 5-year-old child clad in rags.
It was unknown when the last time she washed, her face was covered by her dark red hair, but she was probably a girl.
She was very… dirty.
Just what sort of life had she led for her to be in this state?
Turbo asked with a frown on her face, "What brings you here, little girl? Did you know me? I am the god who governs over 'wind' and 'death'—Turbo."
"..."
The girl blinked at Turbo's question before trotting closer to her.
The girl then grabbed Turbo's skirt tightly and stared up at her.
"Hey, don't touch me with your filthy hand. Quickly let go, otherwise, I will show you no mercy even if you are a young chi—hm? No way, you are…"
Her eyes had been focused on the girl's filthy appearance, so she was in noticing it, but Turbo widened her eyes feeling the aura coming from the girl.
Her aura was definitely that of a 'saintess'.
But there shouldn't have been a saintess in Afraal.
Which meant she was likely…
"…I see. Little girl, are you a slave?"
"..."
Nod, the girl nodded, and Turbo released a small sigh, "Who would have thought there would come a day even a saintess would end up being treated like this? Then again, it is unlikely for any human to notice she is a saintess in her outfit… Still, it doesn't change the fact that they are so incorrigible. It is better for this place to be gone, after all," Turbo said with a voice full of indignation as she looked back at Afraal, but…
—Tug.
"…What? Are you stopping me, little girl?"
…she looked down at the girl who pulled her skirt, seemingly disapproving of her words.
Then.
—Grumble~.
"!"
The girl's belly rumbled loudly, causing Turbo to burst into laughter, "…Kuhahahahahahahaha! I see. You're telling me to satisfy your appetite instead of doing that, huh."
"..."
—Nod.
"Very well. Then I will prepare for you more food than you can eat. But before that, cleanse yourself first. Take a bath. Is that understood?"
"..."
—Nod.
"Hm, you are a taciturn one, aren't you? What is your name?"
"…?" the girl tilted her head in wonder.
Could it be that she wasn't even given a name?
Or perhaps, it had been so long since she was last called by her name that she forgot…
Either way, calling her 'you' or 'little girl' would be a little inconvenient.
"Okay, in that case, your name is 'Ophir' from now on. It means 'rich land' in the old language, but it's a name that suits you who have been mistreated."
"Ophiiir…?"
"That's right, Ophir. The daughter of the goddess Turbo—Ophir. You will one day become the strongest saintess whose name will be known throughout the world. Therefore, grow up healthy and live up to your name. Do you understand, Ophir?"
"..." Ophir nodded, and a faint smile appeared on Turbo's face.
I probably won't be bored for a while, she thought.