Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

"The witch in the woods told me that if I die, I will have that power, even if I break my head and can't find the magic. If you kill the one who had the magic equipment, if you take it away, you'll be able to use that magic, right?

What I wanted to hear. It means that if just having a magic tool makes that magic available to everyone, then there will be a fierce takeover over over that magic tool.

Anyway, whoever integrates and possesses powerful magical powers from like Lehne, will those without such powers always be exposed to dangerous situations, not knowing when they will be deprived of their magic equipment?

"I've never heard of a way to take out a magic device that's stuck in my body before. If you kill me, you get it? I don't know. Perhaps there's something going on around the main mountain of the Royal Radice and the Cathedral Church. Even the story of Lene's windy magic fixture has been turned into a legend in the other half. The wizard with the magic in his body is nowhere to be found now. It's too far-fetched for us."

So Pharaoh hung up his words once, and stared at them, trying to sneer.

"If you take away the magic equipment, the person who took it will be able to use the magic. So those with magic equipment usually keep a secret as to what it is and what magic can be used. Sometimes even having magic equipment is a secret. Because if you have expensive magic equipment, it can be taken away or killed."

"You have to be careful when you use magic so that no one else knows, or when you don't know who used it. If you want to hide that you possess magic equipment," Ektor said.

The presence must be kept secret in order not to be deprived of magic equipment, and the occasions used to keep it secret are really limited. Great power, potency, but that's not why you can always use it. What an ironic story, but such contradictions are common in the world.

For example, a magic device such as that used when fighting people, demons, etc., would be a time of absolute destiny when using it, or when killing the object to be used when fighting one-on-one, in other words, if it is not a situation where people are obsessed with the secret of the magic device, it would be a case where using it does not have secrets for others.

That's what I once asked you if you saw it somewhere. Secrets, secret moves, secret swords, trump cards.

"But yeah."

Ektor comes up to the table.

"It is more or less known what magic equipment the royals, high priests, great nobles, etc. of each country possess and what magic can be used"

Powerful magic equipment also becomes a symbol of their authority. And he says that some magic implements passed down from generation to generation to royalty must be contracted with the blood of the same clan, of the same blood muscle to inherit. I don't know what kind of contract you make or how it works, but that magic apparatus will be a special magic apparatus that can only be used by those in the clan, those who further contract from among the same blood muscle.

"Well done talking. I don't know if it's true."

An ironic color appeared in the eye of the ect.

"Besides, it's not like there's any chance that someone else will take it away from me."

Let the ect snort.

Just because you need to wear it as well as be the same blood muscle doesn't make it worthless outside of that clan. There may be those who steal that magic apparatus and demand expensive money or some kind of condition instead of returning it, and there may be those who try to take that magic apparatus because of their remorse or political tactics.

"You seem to know Ishr."

"Just because you have magic equipment doesn't mean you can be king of a country, or you can be a big rich man. If I can't take it away, I'll buy a grudge, and if I steal it and get caught, the sinner, even if I can get away with it, I'll have to sell it if I don't have a use for the person who stole it, but if I can't find the buyer, it's just a broken bone. There's not enough magic equipment worth risking my life until I get it."

Farro says it in such an elderly tone.

So there were signs of someone standing at the entrance to the room.

"Sir, it looks like the forest fire has subsided. It was completely dark around the burning area."

A middle-aged man cut his hair short came in and said. I'm a family member of the Bersh family.

"Okay. I don't want to keep an eye on you anymore. Get some rest."

Ektor answers.

"I let him climb on the tower, I let him see the fire," Farro said.

In that little tower? It's only about three stories tall, but that's still the tallest building in the village. I was watching for fire to spread out into the woods.

I guess the fire hasn't completely gone out yet in time, but it must have gone down. It means there is no longer any fear of spreading into the woods.

"It's too late today. We'll go on the ground tomorrow to decide what to do with Lene's death," Farro said.

"Can I come with you?

I definitely have to go to this. You can burn it, if you can find it on one side of the magic book.

Farro and the others, the four adults look at each other.

"Well, come on. That's what I'm gonna have to ask you at the scene."

After the adults set their plans for tomorrow, every one of them took their seats and the occasion opened.

In response to Farro's expression as if he had been objectified, Ektor is slightly sinking in color. Paul held the candlestick and lifted it forward to illuminate the entrance to the room.

The candle lights moved, and on the wall across the street, the flag of the Bersch family rose to be raised at the fall harvest festival.

Yes, it was. The pattern of the flag, the Bersch family crest, was a pattern in which one of the two-headed snakes put the sword out of his mouth and the other head teased at the sword.

"Sword."

"Right. Our crest was notified to the royal family by Lene when he received the knight."

"When Lene was a young man, he found a crest on the ruins of the temple in the back of the forest."

Paul rarely opened his mouth.

"The god of the wind, Yveda, it's one of those crests on the brink."

"Has Mr. Paulo ever been to the ruins?"

"Oh, a few times."

"I've been there before when I was younger."

I wanted to go, too, and Farro covered me to control the way ahead.

"I can't help going there. The stone just keeps grinding. When Lehne became a court magician and gathered the public's ears, great scholars and magicians came from the Wang capital many times. It's been checked out a long time ago."

And stared at this one,

"You're tough on children's feet. Stop it," I said.

When Ishur and Else got home, Lucy was waiting in the shape of anger. I'm late to be able to get home from the witch's house, and I'm not going back from the Bersch house until late at night either. I didn't know what was going on, and Else was desperate to forgive my angry Lucy. But the wrath of her mother was also disturbed when she heard what had happened to Ishur, and when she learned of the gravity of Lehne's death, she vanished without a trace.

Ishur decided to bring Lucell back to her brother's bedroom, where she had been in a commotion, and sleep with her brother.

Even after going to bed, Ishur didn't sleep very well. Though Lene was about to kill me, I managed to escape. My heart is high on what happened today, and my excitement doesn't subside this way. The pain in his hands and feet, tightened with rope, was almost gone, but his interactions with Lene, Farro and Ektor's stories circled around his head and he was not sleepy at all. I can faintly hear Else and Lucy talking. The conversation between the two lasted until late at night.

Slightly relaxed as he repeated himself over and over and eventually overheard the two little talks.

In a shallow sleep, my eyes wake up.

I have tinnitus.

My parents seem to have fallen asleep already. I'm worried about tinnitus and I don't sleep. My eyes are peeling. While I was depressed several times, the sound of tinnitus split into fine pieces, resulting in a series of slight sounds heard from all sides. Lucell's sleep, the parents' sleep in the next room, the back of the mother house, the slight footsteps of the rats running under the house, of the large oak trees standing on the west side of the house, the trees are the movements of insects that transmit them, the night breezes across the fields far away.

The movement of something covert, the shaking of the air, the signs of everything that fills a narrow, vast space.

It's changed. Between the slightest meltdowns. The world, no, I am.

Wake your torso up slowly on the bed. In the dark, there is a slight moonlight from the gap in the armor door. Gently get out of bed and out of the room. Lucell is asleep, too. My parents are asleep, too. All three sleep deeply. I can see that in the dark, even if it separates the walls. Walk down the hallway to the back of the motherhouse. Nor does the darkness bother me at all.

He left barefoot and went outside through the back door of his mother's house. I tremble in the cold air on late fall nights. I put my right hand against the slightly missing moon, a little older from the full moon. Collect wind at the end of your right hand. I made a small whirlpool of wind over my palm.

I'm still not sure how much power I have right now. But even if I don't mean it, I feel like even a tornado hundreds or thousands of times the size of this little whirlpool of wind on my palm is going to climb high in the sky.

Beyond the wind swirling over your palms, the side of the Moon Goddess overlaps.

Goddess of the Moon. Is this the fate you gave me?

Grab a strong hand. In his fist, the small wind whirlpool fogged away.