Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

The next morning, until around sunrise, Ishur ran through the streets with a magical assist. He took little rest and came barely through the village of Senito to the north side of Baron Sino territory. Slightly away from the streets at noon, he grabbed the dried meat in the shade of the groves, wrapped it in a cape and took his sleep.

I managed to sleep out of tiredness, but the sleep itself is shallow. My nerves are grinding up and excited.

In my heart were swirling about my parents, about my brother, about the village of Bersch, about the people of Melilla and Isaac, Faro and other villages, about Brigal, about the Wizard girl yesterday, about all sorts of fears, anger and anxiety.

He took a shallow sleep, waking his eyes several times until evening, and again ran assisted at night, repeating it, and three days later he reached Aarhus, Count of Ove territory. Here Ishur stayed in inns all over the city.

Physical and mental fatigue was at its limits. Born into a farmer in this world, the strength of the ankle, the strength of the body, is not a ratio of previous life. Magic assists also consume so much magic if for a short time, that is, they do not deprive you of concentration. On the way, I can manage to do it for about half a day if I get a little rest.

But it was just as tough to keep running at night for four days, so as to overload my heart and let that tension whip me. I felt like I caught a glimpse of the end of my own limit.

In his inn, Ishur took a steam bath, which has been mainstream on the continent since morning, took a private room when he removed the body dirt, and slept like he had died in his first bed in a long time. After I woke up once in the evening and had dinner, I slept again, and the next morning I got water at the inn, and I bought dried meat and a small amount of vegetables in the city of Aarhus, and stopped by the clothes store to buy some extra clothes.

It's not an ordinary mental state anyway. Push him to the point where he becomes unconscious before and after and rest there. It is also as safe an environment as possible.

If we don't do this, we'll get fatigued when it drifts. By the time you get to the village of Bersch you will no longer be in decent condition. From the experience he had accumulated from his previous life, Ishur had a good grasp of the weakness, temperament of his mind.

Ishur headed straight for the street when he finished shopping.

It was also possible that the Baron Brigal family was watching the streets per Aarhus, but Ishur did not feel any sign of the suspicious.

From Aarhus there is a small street to the northeast and eventually to the village of Ceuta. Via several villages, one uninhabited forest and wetland area mix terrain along the way, from which the hunter's road, known as the street, continues. In front of Ceuta, from the South Village, the road widens and returns to what can once again be called a street.

Ishur went from that path to the village of Bersch. When we entered the hunter's road, which was unpopular, with woods and wetlands, we stopped acting at night and decided to walk during the day. Many reeds flock in the wetlands around here, and the hunter's path that passes between them becomes a narrow wooden path with only wooden planks and round-tails stopped by piles. By the way, I had to walk careful not to step through a thin, rotten plate. You can't use magic too much. We were likely to encounter warcraft in the woods around here, where no one lived around us, and we needed to maintain a state where we could use magic.

By this time, Ishur's feelings had also settled somewhat, and he had just kept walking carelessly, falling asleep, a frontier where he could just move on, arguably.

It doesn't make sense in the end until we get to the village of Bersch to think, worry and mourn.

However, even greater hopelessness may await you where you are going than what you are thinking. I just needed to be ready now so my heart wouldn't break then.

On the way, I rarely encountered a herd of about ten cobolts, only once in the woods. I magically hit a few air balls before they attacked me and drove me away.

I avoided the wetlands at night and got some sleep in the woods. High danger, when he felt, he climbed the tree, wrapped his cape around the trunk like a rope, and slept on the branches of the tree bound to his body.

On the sixth day after leaving Aarhus, Ishur reached the southern end of the village of Ceuta, the edge of the settlement known as the South Village.

He rested for a while hiding in a servant in front of the village and headed towards the village of Ceuta on the night when the shadows disappeared on the road. The village of Ceuta had Luci's parents' house, and there was a possibility that the family was visiting their parents' or uncle's house, but it was dangerous to stop by cheaply.

It is possible that the baroness dwarf is eyeing, mainly those entering and leaving the village. They sprinkle change on the village's leisure-looking old people and children playing on the side of the road, let me know when they see the suspicious in the village, etc. and put up a net. This one will have to alert everyone in the village.

The central district of Ceuta also houses the Baron Knights' Garrison. That is why Ishur did not stop at his mother's home, avoiding the central district of the village of Ceuta, bypassing through the surrounding fields, pastures, etc., and entering the streets that stretched to the village of Bersch.

By dawn, he had arrived in the village of Bersch, and Ishl had no longer tried to hide himself, but continued straight down the street to the centre of the village. Meet the Baron's Hand. It's not what I found out anymore. It's most important to know what's going on in the village if you get here. I even thought if I ran into a watch or something, I could get away with it as much as I wanted, and in some circumstances, I could kill it.

As he entered the village, a rich and fruitful wheat field glowed golden in the morning sun and was full of vision. There is no one to prune. When you look at the roadside, on the ground in the nearby fields, weeds and so on are growing. It should not be strange for the baron to come to prune the likes of neighboring villagers and bandits after attacking the village for perhaps a month, but if you can't see how it is, you should see that surveillance by the baron family is still being carried out.

The houses that have entered the village and started to look far away do not see any particular significant changes in their appearance. Ishur decided to try to get away from the street once in the house where he hit that Seville's relative's house was around here.

Walk about half a mile from the street (five hundred long walks, about three hundred meters) and head to a farmhouse. The mother house had a broken door and rolled next to the house. There are no signs of so much vandalism when we go inside, and the golden-eyed ones don't seem to be gone. The furniture and bedding are intact, and there is no sign of escape. But the door is broken. The people in the house may have suddenly been taken out. Ishur didn't look into it in so much detail, he turned back to the streets early. The question is what is happening to the village's central district, the square and the Bersch family. And my house.

Turn right onto the street that disappears as a trail ahead and head toward the village square. As soon as I walked a little I could see the prosperity of the trees in the square. Some of the trees are clearly burning, like dead trees.

Ishur speeded up his walk. When we got to the square, most of the houses were completely or semi-burned. They set it on fire. The tower, which is only one of the Bersch family mansions visible at the end of the square, also burns down the roof, and the stone walls are stained black.

We went straight through the square and headed towards the Bersch family.

The Bersch family's mother house had been rinsed or burned down. All that's left is a small wall around the dark area that seems to have charcoal on it and a stone pile part of the foundation part of the house. The trees around him had also burned down and turned into dead trees.

The Bersch family and the state of the square were disastrous. There was a small war here. There was probably a looting after the fact, and it was set on fire.

There are no signs of people around. It was completely deserted and very quiet.

Ishur found blood coming up his upper body, on his head.

Brigal. You did it.

Anxiety, slight hope and fear broke apart, engaging for anger, I felt my heart stained with anger.

Ishur headed to our house after the burnt Bersch family.

Walk the familiar path that came and went like every day in a richly fruitful wheat field. My house, which looks small, doesn't seem to be burning. I do my gaze to the right and I look into Merillia's house. Her house hasn't burned either, but it's no different than any other house that isn't popular at all.

Enjoy the desire to run out and walk away at the same pace as you were in the village. Step on the earth.

The wind came from the woods.

The wheat hoe snarls and the hem of the cape stirs.

The wind that comes across the wheat fields was not, however, a nostalgic previous wind.

It is not the wind that blows in one dwelling. It was a wind blowing into a deserted mountain field, one unscented wind.

Soon, the wind blowing into the village had become something different than before.

Ishur stood in the field.

As much anger as just now is wiped out by the wind.

Tears spilled out of his eyes.

It was the first tear to hear the ferocious news, to reach the village and see despair.

That wind that was always blowing won't return. The village is gone already.

My own house was also broken doors. There are no particular signs of vandalism in the house either. Of course, of the family, no sign of people at all. I wasn't about to taste nostalgia. Thinking of his disappeared family, Ishur quietly came out of the house.

Around the back of the house, the chickens he had also disappeared.

When I felt some sign and looked towards the river, I saw one pale brown pheasant cat, raising its tail and walking down the trail towards the river.

That's the cat I had at Paulo's house. I used to bait with Lucell. Was she the only one who continued her normal life in a village where no one was anymore?

Ishur somehow followed the cat.

Not caring at all about Ishur, the cat walks down the trail to the river.

The cat walks past the abandoned house where Ishur first tried the magic of the wind and goes further back.

The cat disappeared neglectfully some time after entering the thriving trails of the trees. Did you go down the road and go into the servant somewhere? Even though you can sense cat movements and so on trying to disappear from your sight.

Ishur looked around as he came all the way around the cat disappeared. Second, I feel something and I do my gaze down.

Hidden in the grass, something white is hidden from view. Peeping in from the top, it was an animal or some kind of bone. It's not that old yet. Was it also vandalized by forest beasts, with thin, dirty bones scattered all around them? When I glanced first, I had two skulls. They're both about the same size.

The scattered bone was one bone.

I still have a little dry, damaged hair on my skull. There are things around me that are ripped off, like broken cloth cuts.

No way.

Ishur caught a bad feeling and began to examine the corpse, probably for both of them, whiteboned when he knelt.

I have no idea whose body it is in the village in this condition.

As he let his gaze wander, his eyes stopped on the bones of his hand, which seemed to be the finger area. The bone was fitted with a ring. As roughed up by forest animals, the ring remained caught in the bones of his fingers as it was. The stone that was embedded in the ring is missing. There are only fingernails left on the ring......, no. The design of the pedestal of the ring was that of her, Lucy, who tried to give it to amulet when Ishur left the village.

Ishur gripped the earth and looked to heaven. Release a cry that doesn't speak.

Why, why...

Your whole body is stiff, relaxed, and stiff again.

Bringing a wailing, voiceless groan, Ishur just kept apologizing to someone, to everyone, to everything.

If I don't have Lene's magic kit.

If I don't think about leaving the village soon.

If you don't behave like a prodigy or something around you.

No, if I behaved smarter and more carefully, I would never have been able to keep an eye on the witch in the woods. This never happened to the village.

It's my fault.

It's all my fault.

The first corpse found in the village.

It was his mother and probably Lucell's due to the size of his skull.

The worst was waiting for Ishur when he returned to the village of Bersch.

He grabbed it as he gently pulled the stoneless ring out of Lucy's finger.

Ishur wept and stared at the bodies of the two, bones scattered across the grass as he woke his body.

Based on the circumstances of the body, it probably feels like Brigal's hands caught up with the two of them trying to escape towards the river, cut their backs into pieces from behind, and both fell straight into the grass next to each other.

The fact that the stones of Lucy's ring were missing may have saved the two of them from crisis at least once. Maybe Lucy's ring was a one-time run-off, true magic fixture.

Ishur took my father's cape once he returned home. I bathed my father's cloak and picked up and wrapped the two bones.

I wonder where that pheasant went. Was she really alive? In any case, I'm pretty sure she told me where my mother and brother's remains are.

Ishur hung a wrap with slightly larger, two pieces of remains in it, and once more stopped at the house, he brought out a bamboo and headed to the joint cemetery behind the village square.

Slightly behind the square, between the burnt trees, there was a small temple in the village no less than before with a little dirt on the walls. The bronze door was open, but it doesn't seem to have been vandalized inside either. I can see the statues of the gods blurry in the dark.

Ishur passed straight by the temple and walked towards the village cemetery.

When Ishur came to the front of the Bersch family tomb, he shook up the bamboo and drilled a hole in the ground, filling the bones of Lucy and Lucell. Once again, the subsiding emotions dawned, burying the two bodies in tears.

In front of the grave, as in previous life, both hands prayed together.

What did my father do?

Looking around somehow, there is an unnatural spot in the grass on the outskirts of the cemetery. Some weeds are sparse compared to the surroundings, the ground is not firm and restless. It's a pretty big area and looks like it was recently dug up.

No way...

As Ishur walked that far, he shook up his bamboo again and began to moat the ground.

I just dug up the ground a little bit, and soon the corroded man's arm came out.

There was a feeling of something hitting the tip of the box, and when the surrounding soil was removed, the arms of a rotten man with black soil, mixed with gray and brown.

Ishur quickly soiled. Enough. Enough. There are a lot of bodies buried around here, probably of the murdered villagers...

"Hey, you."

Suddenly, I was called from behind.

Turning around, a young man stood, feathering his cape and wearing a costume that seemed to be the Baron Knights' Ping Knight.

I lost my mind's equilibrium and didn't realize at all that people were approaching me because I wasn't in the usual mood.

"What are you doing?

The man pulled out his sword with a thin laugh.

"You're from the village of Bersch."

I'm going to point my sword tip at Ishl.

……

Ishur also smiled slightly so as to match the man's thin laughter.