Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

In the morning, the fog and rain didn't stop even after it got bright.

The floaters that were gathering under the bridge were already gone. In the fine rain that falls like dancing in the sky, they all must have gone elsewhere to get food support today.

Decent people, such as leftovers in the city, begging, sledding and putting away, have a variety of jobs arranged in the temple, repairs to the temple and cleaning the surroundings, sewage all over the city undertaken by some merchant from the Baron's house and throbbing downstream of the Ellistar River, and many other means to get to them.

Ishur looked around as he woke up his body.

Two children were sitting on the ground with nothing under the missing bridge, leaning against each other with both knees. Four or five years old girls and seven or eight years old boys. My hair is bumpy and my face is dark. The clothes you're wearing are dirty, too, but the clothes themselves aren't that bad.

Ishur stared at the two children, no matter what.

Are you two brothers and sisters? It seems to be sleeping on top of each other, but there is a slight feeling of tension seeping out from the two of them leaning in the same outfit.

All the children roaming the slums are such a pain in the ass that they have both one and two habits that it is rare to see a weak child like the one in front of them.

Is it not yet time to become a floater or can we not get daily food? Did my parents dump me?

The nervous feeling drifting out of the two may be due to the fear and despair of childhood. The wear and tear of life due to severe hunger may appear on the table.

Ishur approached and spoke to the two.

"Morning. Are you okay?

……

You two don't look up, you don't reply.

"I wonder if you're hungry"

Now the little girl looked up better. But no reply, just a thin open eye looking at this one blurry.

This sucks......

"Rice, I'll get you some. That's where I'll be waiting."

When Ishur left under the bridge, he ran to buy rice. Outside the slums, there is a small square around the city. Around the stall that was out there, I bought a rustic wood-carved vessel and a jar, had the soup filled with jars, bought some bread and went home. The cheap bread is stiff, chopped into small pieces and placed in the soup.

When Ishur returned, the children sat in exactly the same position as before. When I put the soup in front of them, they both looked up on the smell. Pour the soup from the bowl into the wood-carved vessel you bought and give it to the children.

"You have to drink from the soup first. The potatoes and bread inside will come later."

The children began to sip the soup quietly and slowly, with no power left to be disappointed either.

"Thanks"

When I finished eating Ishur's bought dinner, the girl thanked her with a small voice. The boys have also looked up to Ishur and thanked him.

The children then fell asleep again, and in the evening Ishur bought them another meal to give to the children. Rain stopped at night. When the rain stopped, people were gone this time from under the bridge, which began to get a little crowded in the evening, and under the bridge it was just Ishur and the children again.

The kids seem to be feeling a little better with the two meals. The tense feeling that had been drifting between them, the dark atmosphere was a lot less.

"I'm going out for a bit. We're both gonna eat tomorrow, so we're gonna be here."

"Yeah."

Boys and girls, it was just the two of them who got back to me.

Ishur headed from the slums to the Tuaf shop in the pleasure district.

Pay full attention to the area if there are no tails or suspicious movements before entering the back road where the Tsahu store is located. There are no shadows on the back road either. Looks like Tsav is alone in the store. When I opened the store door, there was a tsaf covered in a black cloak, no different from last night.

"There you are."

"A copy of Uncle Borderline's letter, did you bring it"

Ishur called out as he stopped by the desk in front of Tsaf.

"Yes."

Tuaf spread before Ishur as he removed one roll of paper from under his desk.

Ishur glances at the text. As a child, I have also read the writings of an old King's Capital official in Faro's study and, of course, the clerk, but some generations ago Uncle Borderline. He had the knowledge to discern what the letters, personal documents, and official documents of lords and nobles and officials were like.

The texts of the copies spread by Tsaf seemed unmistakable as letters sent out by noble, borderline uncles, due to the idioms and rhetoric used in formats, styles, and sentence saving.

Uncle Borderline's letter clearly stated that he could do anything to find the wind magic equipment that Lene owned. Everything in the village, especially the Bersch family, was thoroughly searched and tortured to find out where they were.

Ishur said, desperately restraining himself from being angry but about to tremble, being careful not to change the look on his face.

"There's nothing unnatural about the text."

"That's good. Three thousand."

A thin grin that ugly distorted thin lips. The look on Tuaf's face looked the same as usual.

As he headed down the night lane to the ghetto, Ishur was smashing his grudges in his heart at Borderline Uncle.

You Leavert! You fool!

Doesn't it make sense to kill the people of other villages just because their own territories are being vandalized by the Red Emperor Dragon and put in distress? What would it be for if we had obtained Lehne's Wind Magic Gear and defeated the Red Emperor Dragon, but had killed all the people of the village of Bersch? Is that all you need to do if only the people at your place can help you? So in an attempt to resume mining for the Silver Mountains, the lives lost in the village of Bersch will not return.

That is unacceptable. I will not tolerate it, even if the royal family will tolerate it, even if it is of such character as to stand alongside the Duke in the kingdom. This one lost his family. No, we didn't even have a home to go home to.

The children were already asleep when Ishur came back under the bridge. I try to hold them together and lie down. The dark tension I felt yesterday is gone and I look like a child sleeping.

Ishur looked down silently at the sleeping children.

He also had two children in his previous life. If time is just as passing in the previous world as this one, you're both, like, grown up and working. They'll both have grown up and changed so much that he can't tell from his own child.

What a spiciness of this pain of being separated from your own children, never seeing them again, and losing your parents and younger brother at once.

Tears spilled out of Ishur's eyes.

The sleeping faces of the children are illuminated by the wavering light on the river surface, and the eyes, nose, forehead and jaw, and where they illuminate, change visibly. Her side crushed, spread cheeks and half-opened lips are childish and adorable.

A daily, natural tranquility drifting from the two of us.

Wasn't man's life inherently so noble?

It's time to get cold at night. When Ishur took off his cape, he softly put it over the children.

The next day was well sunny.

Ishur took the children and headed towards the western outskirts of the entire city of Ellistar, opposite those who bought rice yesterday, around which there were few people and a large square surrounded by trees. In the middle of the square there was a well, where less than ten young and old men undressed and washed their bodies and clothes. There was also a mix of young women in there, but no one cared at all about them, in person, and around them.

Ishur also got naked and washed his clothes, washed his body, and made the children wash the same. While I was drying my clothes, the three of us twirled together into Ishur's cape.

Children have a little high body temperature. As the three of us wrapped themselves in a cape, they immediately wrapped themselves in a pompous and cozy warmth. The children snapped their heads and began rowing the boat as early as possible, shaking them with dust.

Ishur raised his face and closed his eyes and saw the sun shining between the branches of the trees.

I feel like I've spent a short time with my two children and I haven't been able to regain my human feelings in a long time.

People's lives are certainly honorable. Vengeance is certainly vain. He falls to himself as a murderer and lays more death on people. Vengeance, whatever you do, even though your lost life will never come back.

I think the idea is the best thing. I think it's a normal decision, a thought.

But, Baron and Borderline Uncle, I was totally unwilling to forgive them. I was not at all willing to stop avenging him.

Who stomped many of the lives of that honorable man as if he were a bug? Wouldn't overlooking their sins trample the dignity of a man's life?

If you don't have the right to kill them, you also have the right to forgive them. Sin and punishment should be weighed equally. If God says that the king will not make it, he will have to do it.

When the clothes dry, now we cross the ghetto and head to the little square where we bought dinner yesterday. Along the way, I went out on a big road across the city to the left and right. On your right you can see another temple in Ellistar, which used to be a fort. It's where I met that strange beautiful goddess.

Well, that temple was running an orphanage.

Let's keep these kids over there.

I just feel like suddenly they're going to say no to taking the kids and keeping them in the orphanage. I'm not sure, but I wonder if we're going to need something like a parent or a third party power of attorney or a bond. Can we manage if we accumulate donations? Let's go talk later.

You may also meet that beautiful goddess.

"Hey, where are you going"

A girl asks me if I felt anything for Ishur staring sideways at the temple.

"Yeah? Rice. Let's have lunch at the store, huh? It's time to eat some meat."

"Yeah!"

Now the boy replied louder.

In a stall lined up in the square, we find a shop serving meat dishes and the three of us have a late lunch.

of the stall, the three of us sat side by side at the counter just giving away the damaged wooden plank. Order soup and bread stewed with beef rinds from an aunt at the stall. I guess only cheap meat comes out in this neighborhood. Even when it comes to meat dishes, it's only about something that uses sushi meat.

As the three of us lined up for dinner, Ishur heard over the children.

His brother and sister's brother's name was Kamil, and his sister's name was Meena.

According to Kamil's story, his brothers and sisters' father was a craftsman dealing with copper craftsmanship in this city, but about a year ago, a single apprentice craftsman was taken away with the copper plates and sales of his workshop, from which his debt became scurvy and his life became painful. When I woke up one morning, my parents had disappeared, and there were dozens of silver and copper coins, and how hastily I wrote them, placing letters written in rough letters. The letter said, Go to the temple and deposit the money, and let them take care of it. The children were flabbergasted, and while they were unable to do anything, the golden lord showed up, taking the gold that their parents had left behind, taking them to the ghetto, giving them only a few copies of copper coins, and throwing them away. My siblings' parents borrowed money from less than nice muscles, and were they in a situation where they were overstuffed, or did they think that if they were dealing with children, the golden owners would miss it, too, and Camille left a letter and money because they could read the letters once and ran away at night on their own.

If we can't take the children and run away at night, do you mean we should at least keep them in the temple ourselves, but we couldn't even take that time?

……

Ishur sighed.

Have the children remembered that time, that they have not even advanced in food from the way, and that they have both leaned down.

"Your father and mother really wanted to take you."

Ishur put his hands around her so that she could hold them on both shoulders.

"But you're the ones who are afraid to take debt, and you couldn't do that."

The children cried out all together.

"It's okay, you'll see your father and mother someday. I think I'll pick you up in a few years. I'll take you to the temple instead. You have to study hard in the temple orphanage until your father and mother pick you up. Huh?"

"Uh-huh."

Camille and Meena nodded sobbing.

Ishur was desperate and comforted afterwards. I don't have any more parents. There are a lot of these kids in the world, you're not the only ones, we all live hard without our parents. And so it is.

It took a while, but they managed to stop crying.

"To the clergyman, is your uncle asking you?

Meena asks. Meena is pretty solid but still small. She also looks like an "uncle" to Ishl.

"I'm not your uncle. I'm an old lady."

When Ishur says on the top of the Buddha in a vegetarian fashion, now he hears a hard cry from the ungodly. When I turned my face, my aunt, who runs the store, was crying for me.

Ishur sighed again.

On his way back under the bridge, Ishur turned to the temple where the goddess was, as if he were returning to the children first. I thought I'd meet her and ask her about the conditions, procedures, etc. so she could put you both in an orphanage. I was thinking of doing something with the help of gold if there was no vacancy or if the procedure would take some time.

Tomorrow night there will be a harvest feast at the castle. We have to keep the children in the temple by tomorrow's day.

"... Um, ah, uh"

"What is it?"

Ishur was passed into a room in the temple, like the office where the children of the old priest and the sleigh had previously spoken, pinching the desk and facing the goddess.

I was facing each other.

The goddess sitting across the street was not that beautiful, aged goddess. She was a slightly fat, middle-aged, mediocre aunt like anywhere else.

Ishur's outfit carries a cape on merchant clothing and a sword. Looks like I'm going on a solo journey on some business, or a merchant back home, in the wind. When the middle-aged goddess sitting in front of me passed me into this room, prefaced that I was from a house that was doing business all over the city, there was no other priesthood, and today I only wondered if she was there, unlucky, to some extent, but if I somehow let the middle-aged goddess who received me in a little bit about the priesthood in this temple, that is, about that beautiful goddess, he said that there was only an old priest in this temple, the priesthood chief of the temple who was talking to the children of Suri at that time, and a middle-aged goddess who were sitting in front of me.

So what was the young goddess I met then?

Were you temporarily traveling from other temples? Even if I manage to fix it and ask a question like that, it only returns the supremely obvious answer that few other clerics are sent to such a small temple in a slum.

Ishur got confused and couldn't carry on two sentences.

I saw myself, who the hell was that goddess...

"Um, what do you want to hear?"

A middle-aged goddess asks unfathomably. Even though I can see you upset beside me, there's no fine dust in how you care about Ishur.

"Ah, oh. Yes, I was. I stumbled across a pathetic child abandoned by his parents in a slum."

Ishur said with a tight grin.

"I thought this was also God's call, and I tried to feed them and take care of them, but suddenly I was leaving this city. I heard that this temple also runs an orphanage, so I was wondering if you could take care of the children."

By the way, I lie and tell stories. I don't care what happens. The purpose is to have the children taken care of. At the end of the day, screw hard with gold.

"Oh, really?"

The goddess stares at Ishl in a candlestick.

I guess there are many examples of parents in trouble with their lives saying the same thing and pushing their own children into the temple.

"Will you need any formalities? Before I bring the children of the day, I thought I'd tell you."

"Before that, the orphanage is full."

The goddess comes faceless.

It will be true that the orphanage is full. But I don't care about one or two of the kids.

Ishur was around the back of his waist, taking out a leather bag full of silver coins and putting it on his desk. Open the mouth of the bag and show the contents. Silver coins are tightly packed inside.

"Now there are fifty silver coins, five thousand seals, just here."

The look on the face of the goddess changed.

It would be an amount hard to see in a temple in a slum.

"I also want you to have a solid education so that we can keep the children and, if possible, become priests in the future. To that end, I would love to make an expensive donation. We can have more tomorrow."

A larger donation than five thousand seals......

Now the goddess began to behave more suspiciously. My eyes open and I sweat on my forehead. Obviously upset.

"Wow, I get it"

The goddess swallowed her spit and rattled her throat.

"The process is simple. Write down your name, the name of the child to be deposited, and the amount of the furniture…"

"I see, is that right? I'll see you tomorrow. I'll bring the kids."

Ishur grabbed a piece of silver coin and left it on his desk about a dozen pieces,

"I'll leave this as an advance. I trust you, and I have nothing to prove my receipt."

"Oh, thank you. Waiting for you."

The goddess has bowed her head in a strange manner, unlike when she welcomed Isul.

When Ishur left the temple, he went as far as the outskirts of the pleasure district, bought himself and the children dinner, and when he came back as far as under the bridge of the slum, which is now a boarding house, he had dinner with the children who were waiting. Dinner was similar to panini, soft bread with meat and vegetables.

Ishur reported that children were now placed in the Temple's orphanage.

"Tomorrow, I'll take you. Let's go together."

The children smiled.

When the children fell asleep and the city ran out of shadows at night, Ishur headed to the Frontera Chamber of Commerce.

You should leave the city as soon as possible after retaliating against the Baron's house tomorrow night. I'll get dressed in the evening, get ready for tomorrow, and I'll be ready for the rest of the trip. Of course, I will collect the gold coins hidden in my room.

When Ishur deposited the children in the temple tomorrow, he was thinking of donating a whole piece of gold as he wished. If you donate that much, the Temple will think that you have to give those children a solid education. No, we'll also be able to negotiate so they can educate us. If you want those two to do well, I really want you to go to the seminary in Wangdu and become a fine cleric. A cleric is also, in a sense, the most stable person, who can live in peace even if he is older than himself.

That would be fine with the way the children shake themselves. Going to the Frontera Chamber of Commerce is also an established matter.

The problem is the puzzling mystery that came to light today when I went to the temple in the Glades, the one I met in that temple before, who the hell was the beautiful goddess, and what the hell was that?

Ishur remembered that time as he walked down the road along the river.

When I met her, that strange way of appearing and disappearing, the sense of being felt by her, even divine, not just beautiful. It was in that room, her figure overlapping the statue of the goddess Jerez......

Since ancient times on this continent there have been numerous legacies passed down in which the gods sometimes manifest themselves in public and sometimes perform miracles.

There's magic in this world, and there's warcraft. Maybe it's not strange that the gods exist. When Lene was younger, too, in the ruins of the old temple behind the woods, she may have actually met Yveda, the god of the wind.

So was that beautiful goddess the Lord God, Jerez? At that time, she acted like a goddess official belonging to that temple and even heard her name.

What was the intention?

A strange old man who left the village and met him on his way to Ellistar, he looked a lot like Oomeo, the god of the earth. Though I didn't know what I was talking about and couldn't communicate any will.

If they are “gods," why did they show up before themselves?

While that goddess scattered her divine presence around, she even had an atmosphere that seemed a little fun, like she was making fun of this one a little bit, playing with something.

If you are asked why they have come into contact with you, and what it is, there is only one thing that comes to mind for you right now. It's the magic of the wind.

Ishur put his hand on his chest as he walked.

Hold the hand you hit hard.

Is the magic of the wind that dwells in you, the "sword of Yveda”, enough for them to come into contact, enough for them to care?

Was that what Ektor used to say that night when Lene, the witch of the woods, was about to kill me, that night when I lived in the magic of the wind? It's "Divine Divinity".

It's an artifact, a magic fixture of God. What the gods are interested in themselves.

It may be dangerous to think of it simply as the highest magic apparatus ever given by God.

It would just be dangerous to just get a powerful magical power, and that's all that's done.

Snakes and swords that appeared when the forest witch Rene died, disappeared the moment she touched them, that was just the beginning.

Something that won't go away if you touch it like it did then, something you can't erase. What is not in the world of men? Magic or, if a little, mythology or legend, something that lies further ahead.

Where am I headed?

The smile of the Lord God Jerez.

Are they just watching? Or......

Artifact, that you have the magic of God. Now maybe I'm trying to figure out what that really means.

Stopped walking, Ishur glanced at the end of the road, in the darkness of nothing.

And he glanced, and opened his eyes again, and now he looked firmly ahead, and held his hands together, firmly.

In the silence that covered the city, he started walking a little faster this time.

As Ishur came to the front of the road where the Frontera Chamber of Commerce was located, he looked from the shadow of a house built on the corner to the Chamber of Commerce. The path of night stretching north of the city is glowing blue and white in the light of the moon. Of course I don't see one shadow.

Ishur walked along the edge of the road, trying to follow the underneath the building lined to the left of the road, to the Chamber of Commerce.

When I came about a few times to the Chamber of Commerce, I felt signs of people between the Chamber building and the building behind it. I'm trying to get out onto the street.

Is that a lookout?

Ishur leaned against the wall of the building on the left.

From between the Chamber of Commerce building and the adjacent building comes out a figure in a black cape, with a deep hood on his head. Looks like a woman from the footprint, luxurious body line seen from the hem of the cape.

Who would that be?

Doesn't look like a watch on the baron's side.

The person in the cape comes out in front of the Chamber of Commerce and looks up above the building.

Hmm. That shadow could be Sierra.

She would worry about me, and sometimes it's not strange for me to come and check on the store like this. It's just time, though.

I don't want to bother her, so I've been trying not to see her before. But it feels bad for her to keep doing this. I dare you to speak up here, talk about what you've been through, and once you've reassured me, stab the nail firmly so that I don't act dangerous in the future. After that, I'll give you a lift near her house with full vigilance around you.

Ishur stepped out of the building on the other side of the road and walked towards the person in the cape.

The distance between the two approaches.

The person in the cape noticed Ishur approaching, turning his face.

Hidden in the shadow of the hood, its beautiful appearance illuminates the moonlight.

Ishur shrugged, his whole body solidified.

His eyes open to amazement. He screamed.

"Melilla!"