Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

A court magician girl using the magic of fire was looking at this one with her back supported by soldiers.

Did you find out?

When Ishur flew large in the rear, to the branches of the tree, he turned back the way he had come in haste. There's no sign of anyone coming after us for now.

I felt like my eyes met for a moment even though I was pretty far away. It's night, and it was darker here, so I don't think it was enough to remember my face...

The knife I threw is fine. You won't have legs. There can be no investigative capability in the kingdom like the police organization in the previous world. I'm not worried about that, but under that complicated circumstance, it's likely that the wizard girl could have recognized this one.

Well, if the surface isn't cracked, you'll be fine.

They're also kingdom officials, so to speak, and will be busy with post-processing for a while.

I was excited and I felt somewhat optimistic about whether my consciousness was elevated.

Ishur went through the woods and went north at full speed as he went out onto the street.

But it's called the magic fixture of the mirror that came out of Gorn's story, it's called the magic of that court magician who created a dragon made of flames, then, isn't it anything anymore? Natural sciences, laws of physics, what is that? That's the story.

Ishur couldn't hold back the laughter gradually creeping up as he ran down the streets at night, his cheeks loosened.

At dawn, when he came back to Imals while it was still dark, Ishur took off his cape as if nothing had happened, laid it down and lay down.

Bijek opened his thin eyes and glanced at Ishur, who had returned, for a moment but said nothing.

In the morning, Bijek, as well as Gorn, seemed to realize that Ishur had been gone for a long time in the middle of the night, but he didn't say anything in particular.

That afternoon, the blockade of the streets was lifted.

"It's crowded."

Imal groans pompously. Now it is time to enter the village of Rajid in the evening. On the right side of the street, on the west side, the trees are sparse and the pasture stretch extends to the south.

There is a line of merchants' luggage cars in front of and behind the Ishurs' luggage. Now it stops, it moves sometimes, a little bit, but it manages to move forward, that's the situation.

When the blockade was lifted, the vehicles of the merchants who had been stopped moved, but as they all consolidated and proceeded, nature and the workshop widened, not so much so that the streets became crowded, and the Ishurs proceeded well.

That changed the situation around entering the village of Rajid. Ahead, on the left from the street, a little to the east. Around there was a fire dragon and the Royal Army fighting last night. There will also be the dismantling of the firedragon, which has probably been defeated since the morning now, and the treatment of the wounded on the spot, with the nearby streets buried with the Royal Army's heavy relational vehicles, etc.

With the further crusade of the Fire Dragon, the people of the village of Rajid, who had fled to Frontera, would also be trying to return to the village.

Seems like a small number, but some people were evacuating to the northern village of Senito, and sometimes couples and others with children carried large baggage and overtook the lanes of the Ishurs merchants.

"Kohli, you can't do this for a while. I'm going to Nojuku today."

And, Gorn.

"This is what happens when it comes to war. The Fire Dragon Crusade is no different than war."

So far, the lanes on the streets are loose, but moving a little further.

Ishur has been thinking about his usual chores since morning, as he prepares to leave after the blockade of the streets has been lifted.

Fire Dragon and the Royal Army, not so much about the battle between Fire Dragon and the Court Magic Instructor, about the magic used by that girl's Court Magic Instructor.

The fiery dragon created by that court magician, that was clearly “alive”. Should it be called a pseudo-life obeying her will, or did she recall the Spirit that it was invisible to one's eyes? Either way, wizard's use, really? The magic was much different from what I had in mind. No, it wasn't like just getting the magic equipment of the wind and using the magic I felt for myself as it was. The magic of eliminating the appearance and signs of Tuaf also feels like something different.

Magic, even if magic itself is originally unscientific, I have used the magic of the wind with the common sense and senses of the natural sciences, the modern man. Until now, I've been thinking about compressing the air to exploit its repulsive power and all that sort of use. Because he felt that the magic of living on his own was being used in that way. But that made it possible to use magic that deviated entirely from the natural sciences and laws of physics, which varied in dimension depending on the type of magic tool and the contents of the spell, as in the story.

If what Gorn said is true, it came out of his story, "mirror magic," etc., there is no scientific evidence there anymore. It has already freely "rewritten" and "replaced" scientific phenomena and concepts. So would the dragon made of that flame. It mixes and reconstitutes scientific phenomena and concepts as if they were word play.

Speaking of word play, is there some kind of spell like that? The combination of the word spells serves as a catalyst for magic implements, destroying scientific phenomena and concepts and sometimes reconstructing them into narrative, fantastic phenomena.

This world is a world where magical unscientific things are overwritten, based on the normal world for you, like the previous life that existed in the natural sciences.

I got the magic equipment of the wind to gain supernormal abilities, but at that point I knew this world was different from the one before me. I should have been fully aware of that. But in this world, there were elements of science and its concepts that flogged, reconstructed, flogged around, and even flew away from the beginning, like word play.

If so, … no, now I want to know the common sense of the previous world, the realm of science, the sense of jumping across its boundaries. If that's what you can feel. And we'll figure it out ahead.

I still need to get my magic book. You have to learn how magic works, probably different from what you feel. You must know and remember the spell. The magic spell of the wind.

"Hey, that's a wizard."

So Gorn's voice came into his ear as he walked beside him.

We took the streets one by one and somehow came to the vicinity of where the Fire Dragon was crusaded last night.

There are many soldiers of the Royal Army ahead. Some soldiers stand solidified by some, whether they are carrying crates or cloth bags to a luggage truck that is stowed beside the road, or even at a meeting or are making a mockery. From Ishur's gaze, lower than Gorn's, he did not see a wizard-like figure.

Looking to the left, I could see a watermark of many soldiers solidifying behind the sparse thriving trees. Maybe there's the body of yesterday's Fire Dragon over there. Probably stripping and retrieving dragon fangs, nails, scales, etc. Many parts of the dragon's body are rare and expensive. Dragon scales, etc. glow beautifully and are also light and strong, with only a few defenses against magic, so they are used for your cape, expensive protective equipment for women, etc. It is a powerful protective tool that looks great.

A little further, Ishur also saw a wizard who was separated by a flock of soldiers. It sits in one of several crates placed beside the street. Right behind you stands a man with a skinny sword on his plain clothes, either accompanied or escorted.

The wizard was the girl who used the magic of fire last night. He's wearing the same black robe as yesterday, doing the hood back and showing his face. This is the same as yesterday, with that big magic wand standing on his shoulder, letting his legs hang out, holding that pattern with one knife in one hand, tilting the blade and reflecting the yang. That was the knife Ishur threw in the eye of the Fire Dragon last night.

Whew.

Was that kid sitting oh by the street, and whoever threw a knife at the Fire Dragon wouldn't go through the road, or even surveillance all the time?

No way, no way.

That knife is not magic or anything. You can tell immediately by gripping the knife pattern. She's a wizard, so you can tell just by looking at her because she has magic equipment.

Yet he had a knife in his own hands with no weirdness whatsoever. After all, she felt the magic she used back then. I'm wondering who that is. While waiting for the demolition of the Fire Dragon, sit on the side of the road and watch if those shivers do not pass the way or somehow......

However, of course, that's not necessarily the case. Though I have a knife, being on the side of the road may simply be waiting for someone else or I just happen to be killing time there until the demolition of the Fire Dragon is over. Maybe this one is just too conscious.

But what if they were looking at your face then?

The train proceeded as it was to where she was sitting, and she looked at her face firmly, and her eyes met, and she said, "This knife, you threw it, didn't you?" Oh, my God, what if they call me?

It could have been a bad thing. What shall we do......

It was then.

"Mr. Seville?

Bijk calls from behind.

Huh?

Diagonally forward, looking to the right, I pointed my tired face at this way, and there was Seville and Furne standing quietly.

They both look exhausted and worn out. Hanging a large bag on his shoulder, Furne has a wand on him. The clothes were also thin and dirty.

Ever since the blockade was lifted and we started going down the street, there were sometimes people going back from the evacuated northern village of Senito to the village of Rajid who had been overtaken several times, so I didn't stop thinking that Seville and Furne were one of them.

No, I was full of heads about the wizard at the end of the road.

Suddenly. Why? Why are they here?

"What's wrong!

Imal, who was your man, jumped out of the carriage.

"Ha, I didn't expect to meet you here"

Seville laughs powerlessly.

"Fire dragons came out and the streets were sealed off all the time. So I'm late..."

Imal says in awe. But.

"No, that's okay. That's... 'Cause I was a little overheard at Aarhus... nice to meet you anyway. I'm glad they all look good."

Seville smiled lonely at Imal and looked over at everyone's face once more, clamping her expression and saying.

"Guys, calm down, I want you to listen"

It makes Furne look like he's about to cry.

The sunset was twisting the two faces, darkening the shadows.

"The village of Bersch was attacked by Brigal, and the villagers were almost killed. Even Ellistar got scared when rumors broke that people from the village of Bersch would be captured and taken to the castle. I'm here to get Furnace out of here."