Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

Ishur smiled as he walked to the front of Melilla, his left hand resting on his chest and his hips slightly humbled and spoke gently.

"This evening, Melilla"

Ishur's sarcastic greeting is an upper-class courtesy, such as royalty and nobility, widely practised on this continent, including the kingdom. It simplifies the formal practice when they greet a female dignitary.

The only reason he did that a little way back was because he looked so cute in Melilla's maid clothes. Of course that's not the kind of attire a nobleman or a royal princess would wear, it's just a servant's attire. But still, her appearance was fresh and special.

"This evening, Ishr"

Melilla answered slightly.

"Ishur has always done classy tricks, like most noblemen. So is the way you talk."

she said as she stood in front of Ishur and walked out.

"I guess so."

What she said has been pointed out from time to time by one of the people she's been around. The Japanese tricks of the twenty-first century, the speed and tone of speaking even if the language is different, from the previous life that Ishur sometimes puts on the table, seem strangely sophisticated and elegant to the people of this world. That's why people in this world behave barbarically or something like that. Although it does have a slight country odor.

... is there. They're watching us.

As he passed beside the wooden barracks and went up the stairs made on the slopes of the hills, Ishur felt the signs of two or three people on the walls of the castle, in the shadow of the dimpled arrow narrows, those who were whispering their breath and giving in. Apart from the guards standing at the edge of the same castle wall, signs of multiple one lurking invisible to Ishur.

Ishur lifted his head and laughed inside, being careful not to look at you.

How easy to understand.

I guess I'm just a country village boy, huh? What are you gonna do with that?

Melilla is only wide enough for people to manage to get through side by side, when she stands in front of a small castle gate, she only says one small word to the guard standing just on one side of the entrance, "I will get through," and goes inside.

Ishur went on inside, too. The guards didn't even turn to me, and I don't have any particular reaction.

Immediately after entering, Melilla entered a wooden hut inside the walls and came out hanging out the lit cantera of fire.

Melilla's face, illuminated by cantera, looks a little stronger. From around the castle gate, I feel the body movement is getting a little stiff.

I guess she's nervous. I certainly don't know that makes me nervous either......

"Follow me."

Cantera, hey.

Ishur looked around. It's a good darkness at night, but I don't care what you think, it's impossible to walk without lights.

Since then, in the castle, besides the large camphor behind the front, which had been there for a long time, a few of the same camphor or oak trees had been planted on the left hand side. Beyond those trees, a few bonfires are set on fire, mixed with the stirrings of many people to hear a string repertoire. I guess the other side of the trees is the banquet venue for the Baron's harvest, about a hundred dressed people hiding among the trees? The celebrities of the city invited to the feast, their ladies, their families would be.

And in front of the trees, on this side, which is the back of the venue, several guards stand inconspicuously.

Ishur quickly ran his eyes on the newly planted trees, the camphor in the back that had been there for a long time.

The guards are fine. The problem is trying to hide in its branches and a few people on the tree, possibly archers, are hiding. There's no particular movement on them, no bareback like shooting arrows at them. Their attention seems to be directed towards venues with invitees, and I don't feel like I'm looking at this one.

For once, I'm prepared for Brigal, too, you mean? This is the trap, what is it?

As soon as they started walking somewhat forward, Melilla turned around.

"Hey, Ishr, I need to ask you a favor."

Melilla leans over and whispers. Make a face that looks a little sad.

"What?"

"You know, actually, a guy from the village of Bersch got caught by Brigal a few days ago, and now he's being put in a castle hut"

She cut the words there. I'm going to look this one in the eye and stare.

"So, before I avenge Brigal, I was wondering if I could help him first."

She exhaled a little, wondering if the tension had been extreme, from which she spoke at once.

"I don't know how Ishl's trying to kill Breegirl, but if he kills Breegirl, he's gonna have to run right out of the castle, right? It could make a scene. So think you should help that person out first."

Have you set me up?

Cantera for that?

Ishur made Melilla smile.

But it wasn't something like a sign of affirmation against her, to reassure her, it was ironic that included a mockery of the blatant and sloppy invitation to the trap. If I had seen his smile in the bright sun, I would have realized that to Melilla too.

Ishur snorted firmly with a smile on his face.

"Okay. Let's help that person first. Can you show me to that cabin?

If I can't help you, I think that'll make a scene.

It's a sweet sight to see.

"Yeah! I'll show you. Follow me."

You thought Melilla worked, she seems a little happy.

Ishur turned off his grin and stared at Melillah's back as she walked forward.

Too bad, really.

The two walk barely in front of the venue where the harvest feast is taking place and behind the camphor in the front. The guards in front of me have said nothing.

If you look at my outfit today, you can tell the guards are invitees to the harvest feast. Isn't it a little strange that the invitee is walking barely in front of the venue and nobody's calling alone?

Proceed to the back of the large camphor and exit to the east side of the inn in the centre of the castle.

There were also signs of many people on the ground floor of the inn. Probably the servants serving the guests of the feast... but one sign also feels on the upper floor.

Probably a mix of Knights soldiers, too.

Meanwhile, the banquet hall is well guarded just in case.

It was built on the eastern side of the inn, which houses the heavenly guard of the castle of Ellistar, where a two-story wooden building slammed against the back of the walls. I guess this building is the residence of servants and servants who work for the castle.

The roof is lined with windows at equal intervals. One of those attic rooms is a temporary residence in Melilla.

Walking back between the castle owner's residence and the wooden building, he saw the entrance to the northeast tower of the castle on the left.

By the way, this tower is joined to the castle owner's residence, and the outer walls of the martial bone stone tower hide in the white ocean lacquered walls of the residence from halfway.

At the entrance to the tower in front of them, a staircase leading to the basement was visible.

"The barn's down here, right?

When Ishur asked the question, Melilla replied, yeah, and went down the stairs first.

The stairs fold back on the opposite side on the way, continuing below.

Ishur whispered to Melilla at that dance floor.

"What's your number?

"I'm off today. I gave him alcohol and bought it."

Melillah has turned around and shown Ishur a bunch of keys.

"Now that there are only people in the cell from the village of Bersch who were caught before this, it seems like they were free"

Really?

Down the stairs, the aisle stretches to the right. There was a small room lined up on both sides of the aisle. At the front, on the left, there was a small room filled with numbers. There is no one in that room.

Surely no one is in prison now, all the doors of the small room are open, showing their thick wooden planks and their martial bones covered with iron frames towards the aisle.

The passages stretching in a straight line to the back are evenly spaced and pine lights are raised, oddly bright. It was very unnatural.

"The deepest room."

And Melilla said, and walked out the aisle to the back.

Two walking footsteps echo.

Is he really there or not, someone from the village of Bersch who's been caught, is trapped in the deepest room, apparently. At the far back of the aisle, there is a room with a door pointed at the front. Only the door to the room was closed.

Am I going to be trapped in that room? Is that a trap?

Ishur thought as if he were some other HR.

No way. That's the end of it, isn't it?

Turn your consciousness to the back of the prison. There were signs of one in the deepest room and a few in the small room in front of one of them. I don't know what you're doing, not even the details, but two or three people in the back room, one on each side of the aisle if you're in the small room in front.

Hmm. This looks like something's ready.

Ishur slowly began to gather air around his own limbs to avoid even being noticed by Melillah going forward.

As the passage progressed, along the way, I felt that some rooms were used as storage for longer than I thought. Positionally it will probably be just below the castle wall to the east.

They got to the back room. There is no movement in those hiding in the small rooms on both sides. I feel like I'm lurking my breath.

Melilla lifted the door and locked it in the keyhole attached to the door. The rest of the keys are hanging from the iron wheel.

Are all the keys the same? It's something I know very well. I thought you were doing some prep practice.

Melillah opened the door when she unlocked it. Giggly noise. It's dim inside.

"Come in."

She goes in first when she speaks to Ishur. Then Ishur walked into the room as well.

When Isul entered the room, the door behind him made a loud noise and was closed. I can lock it from the outside.

There was quite a lot of space in the room. As Melilla walked to the back of the room, she was distracted from the closed door and turned towards Ishur, who was still standing around the entrance. Out of the dim shadow on her right, which the light of Cantera could not reach, a man approached Melilla.

The figure of a man emerging in cantera lights. That was Verse.

Two men, who were at both ends of the room, get fire from Cantera in Melilla and light fire on the pine lights. Matsuaki was erected against a wall. The men wear leather armor and have swords on their hips. Probably not from the Knights.

Verse had a long, deep red-purple jacket with an attentive hem, a frilled and other decorative shirt, a slender sword on his hips, and a braided boot at his feet. There's nothing wrong with going straight to the banquet hall. But I don't know if it's a family order.

"Nice to meet you? Mr. Ishl, my name is Verse Brigall, and I am ordering the Baron Brigall family."

Unlike the first time I saw Verse in the castle before, he was motivated. There was no fine dust when I felt that way. I guess I'm in a good mood to carry things along as expected. No, that's not all. Perhaps there is something else. Just a country boy? If you were so happy that you trapped me that it was, you're just an idiot.

But I don't care, you're a nondescendant and you can name your family?

Verse did his hand on its stern face and did some thinking tricks.

"Have we met somewhere before? You're an apprentice at the Frontera Chamber of Commerce."

Ishur ran his eyes quickly to the left and right. The two men with pine lights, one at each end of the room, now have shorter spears.

It also feels natural to drop your hips, moderately open your legs, and hold a spear. He may have better arms than the Knights Spear Soldier.

"... what's wrong? Have you been a little surprised? Are you okay?"

I've heard Verse grin with a rather derogatory grin about Ishur being unresponsive and not talking about anything.

"I'm sorry. Ishl."

The look on Melilla's face seemed really sad and sincere, even though it felt like a bad girl who cheated on a boy who could only use dialogue.

Ishur was small and sighed.

The men on both sides keep their spears up, no movement. Ishur compared the faces of Melilla and Verse.

Now, how do we proceed?

I wonder what to do. To make Verse throw up and turn Melillah away from us.

"Melilla......, how could you do this"

I don't know if I can act well. I decide to attack from Melilla.

"Ishl..."

Melilla put one hand against her chest and leaned down painfully.

"Ha."

Verse's pleasant laughter.

"No, let me apologize for that. She just followed my instructions."

Verse breaks in. You're right. "I" became "I".

"You're Melilla's childhood friend, aren't you? She cheated on you, too, at first, well."

Verse turned his attention to Melilla. Melilla looking at Verse a little shy.

"She listens to anything I say. Well, that's the thing."

There is an abusive grin on Verse's face.

This guy enjoys assuming I'm betrayed, robbed, and tormented by Melilla.

But even though I knew by the time I heard from her yesterday, there is certainly something that comes a little when you do this kind of thing face to face.

But it's Melilla who's really pathetic......

"No, no, this is rude. That's a little bit of a story. The reason I brought you to this room is because I want you to die here. As a surviving boy of the Bersch massacre, who hid the magic of the wind."

Huh?

"Ha, are you surprised? It's pathetic, but that's what I'll get you to do."

Verse doesn't even know why this one was stunned, and he looks very happy.

"Looks like you left the village of Bersch and worked for the Frontera Chamber of Commerce for the past year or so, huh? Melilla taught me a lot. Lene, the forest witch, died about five or six years ago. Not so many left the village of Bersch in the meantime. Besides, you're a relative of the Bersh family, aren't you?

Verse's grin deepens.

"Good for you."

Really? So you led him into an underground prison? Anyone would decide that you wouldn't be able to use the magic of the wind to think of it in this place.

"As one who possessed the magic of the legendary wind, which Uncle Borderline wants so much that his hand can come out of his throat, you will be summoned and killed by my Lord in this prison, where the magic of the wind cannot be used."

By the Baron? So he knows about this, too?

"Ha, you look like you don't know what it is"

Verse was doing well and nodded most likely.

"You are Melilla's childhood friend, no matter what. I thought I'd at least tell you why they kill you. If you don't understand, that's the only way. You just have to think hard in the underworld."

The men on both sides creep around.

Is this the end of the seeding?

I'm not convinced of a lot of things...... but I still feel like if I attack Melilla something is going to come out.

She said the baron would never forgive you, I would avenge you. I can say with certainty that only those words are her true intentions. That's all I want to believe.

If they keep killing me, who's gonna get revenge? Melilla, are you the only one who can do this alone?

"Melilla! You said then that I would take revenge on the Baron. That was a lie!

A painful, sad voice.

But could you even act on the look on your face? For now, the nervous air comes from the men on both sides.

This farce is finally about to welcome the climax as well. This place is filled with tension, I think. Probably fine.

Melilla looks up at Verse with anxious eyes.

"Of course......, I'm fine. After this, I ask my father to come and examine the body of the boy with the magic equipment of the wind. Everything is on schedule. At that time, you'll have to testify that the body is your childhood friend, Ishur. After that, right?

Verse explains to her in a slight panic. But it feels more important to share your feelings about you than to solve Melilla's suspicions.

Heh heh, well. This is the core part of this farce. To make me look bad and assassinate the Baron.

This trap wasn't just for me, no, it wasn't for me, it was for the baron himself, Julio Brigall, that person.

Besides, what's a testimony to a baron who kills you? Verse, you're going to kill Melilla too.

"I see. Was that what you wanted?"

Ishur's attitude changed. Tales that contain spare, cold contempt.

Verse and Melilla will look at you.

Ishur continued the conversation with an invincible grin.

"You thought I was just a boy in a country village, didn't you? I knew about that because it was such a terrible invitation, but on the other hand, I didn't know why you bothered to set me up with this trap. Was the purpose of luring me into this chamber to kill me?"

In a narrow underground prison, fewer people have to obey per baron, no, they have the magic of the wind, it's the corpse test of a boy who's been decided. If the Baron is also conspiring, he may come alone so that no one else can see the scene.

Furthermore, without the fact that the baron was in an underground prison at the boy's death time, he would not be in his own hands, so the baron would have to come to the dungeon quite once.

Perhaps the Baron, while telling many that he captured a boy in the dungeon with a magic fixture of the wind and that he would board himself in the dungeon, would actually squeeze into one or very few of the dungeons.

And from Verse's point of view, there is no risk of being witnessed by an unrelated third party because it is a Chamber, and if it is to be brought after this, the Baron has liquor in it after the harvest feast. Even if you were in possession of the Bersch family magic gear, if you were deeply intoxicated, the magic gear would likely not be effective, and even if activated successfully, you wouldn't be able to kill two spear soldiers at the moment, two outside, because you know a range attack is effective.

If, as rumoured in the city, it is true that Verse is after the Baron's Cauldron, then it is the very motive for the Baron's murder. Verse may not officially inherit the Baron family because he is a common son. But his belly brothers are still young. In the meantime, the real power of the Baron family will be held by him. Regardless of the outcome, there is plenty of time to craft into the court so that Verse himself can officially inherit the Baron family.

In the meantime, aside from the current political situation, in which the Baron family could be punished by confiscation of territory and other punishments from the royal family for the massacre of the village of Bersch, we will be talking about.

And it has nothing to do with that, as long as the baron dies, Melilla's wishes will be fulfilled.

I guess Verse isn't fooling Melilla with sweet words about the two of us knocking down the barons and then getting married, etc... no, that's a story that could be.

Nothing. There's no way my village daughter could be the Baron's wife or anything.

I just can't blame her because she's easily fooled. He rescued me from that desperate situation and took care of me gently, and a good looking young man. You're like a white horse prince. This will make it easier for any of those unknown village daughters to be deceived.

"... So, what are you gonna do with the wind magic fixture by killing me? It broke when I killed it. But you're going to report it to Uncle Borderline?

I'll say whatever I want to stir it up.

Verse still seems to have plenty of room. I don't feel surprised anymore.

He said with an invincible grin.

"Hmm, the kid. You don't know what the magic equipment of the wind looks like?

So for a moment, Verse has turned his eyes to explore.

"Well fine. Then I'll teach you. The sword of Yveda, the magic of the wind of Lene, is the highest magic tool. And it integrates with the owner's flesh, and if that owner dies, it leaks out of that body like smoke and disappears. In other words, Yveda, it will be returned to God. This has never been known to anyone before. And"

Verse's grin gets louder. "Me" became "me" and "me".

Nevertheless, Verse's knowledge of the wind magic apparatus he has shown is quite halfway through from what I've heard. It's not even accurate.

This is, yes... as if the story Faro and Ektor told that night when they fled the house of the burning forest witch, that conversation at that time that also mixed uncertain inheritance and the two speculations, some excerpts and footprints of it.

Verse said distorting the edge of his pulled up mouth, boosting his confidence.

"Of course I told Uncle Borderline about this."

I see.

Ishur said by making sure to take on the continuation of the Verse dialogue there.

"So even if you can't find the wind magic from my corpse, Uncle Borderline won't suspect you," he said.

But there's something a little strange about this story.

When a man with a magic fixture of the wind dies, I don't know if it will be smoke, but if it is to be returned to Yveda God, I can't explain how I, or the boy with the magic fixture of the wind, exist.

"That's right. I see you're hard to turn your head on instead of the countrymen, kid."

Verse has said with ridicule.

This guy... You still have something to hide from me.

"No, isn't that a little strange? If you're right, the magic equipment of the wind will have disappeared from this earth by the time Lene dies in the first place. No one would be convinced that I had the magic equipment of the wind. It's impossible in the first place."

Verse opened his eyes and laughed.

"Right. Again, you don't seem stupid. [M] Fine. Let's talk about it."

Verse now narrowed his eyes and began to stare and talk with eyes that covered Ishl.

"When you were a child, you were called to the Witch's House in the Woods. That's when the fire broke out and Lene died. You are from the Bersch family. Besides, he was a smart kid, and he was called a prodigy. The old Lene chose you as the heir to the sword of Yveda, and gave you the magic of my wind at that time. Back then, in the ruins behind the forest in the village of Bersch, the magic apparatus that the young Lehne had been given by the Yveda God was said to have been a sword. Lene gave it to you by shaping her sword because of her body. The sword melted in your body. That's when you became the heir to the magic of the wind. If the owner dies, the magic will disappear, but not before."

"And did you make that story?"

Ishur blocked Verse's story.

Bullshit. That's funny. But maybe I can really do that, too.

More than that, does this guy even know that I was called by Lene back then?

"That's right. In the past, there have been magic implements assimilated to some parts of the body, and if the inheritance has taken place, it remains an inheritance. I also told Uncle Borderline about this. I hear there's a boy who owns the Lene wind magic gear, and he's searching right now. You are summoned to this underground prison by your childhood friends in the same village, and you rise upside down knowing that you have been betrayed by your childhood friends, and you stab your father to death."

Verse had another distorted grin. Melilla looks anxious.

Inheritance of magic implements assimilated to parts of the body, though it would be interesting if such facts had really happened in the past.

Anyway, is this supposed to have led to a story?

And what Verse is up to.

It would mean that the Baron family, who had slaughtered villagers in the village of Bersch and failed to search for the Lehne wind magic fixture, was the only one who could get it, and that was the knowledge of the Bersch family Faro and Ektor's wind magic fixtures, what happened that night in Lehne's death, and that they had that information.

Few may be royal or court magicians, who have more knowledge of the Lehne wind magic fixtures than the two Bersch families. Or maybe no one knows anymore.

That night, Ishur hid some of it and added Farro's erroneous judgment to what he deceived to talk about, which is by no means accurate, but there is no doubt that the information is quite useful to Borderline Bob and the Royal Family. Although it is not good news under the present circumstances when Lene dies and the Red Emperor Dragon appears.

When a person with a magic fixture of the wind dies, he provides information to the border or royal family that the magic fixture of the wind will be returned to the Yveda God, delimiting the search for that magic fixture of the wind by killing the boy with the magic fixture of the wind, alleviating the pursuit of the royal and border uncles against the baron family at all and trying to survive the baron family. On the other hand, he feeds the boy with the magic of the wind, kills the baron, himself rules the baron house, and eventually becomes an authentic successor. This is what Verse wanted.

However, capturing a boy with that windy magic fixture and offering it to the Borderline Uncle, without doing anything to kill the boy, forces Yveda's sword to be inherited by Verse and the Baron family. If I could get around there, it would be the best thing about merit. There's nothing you can do about it, either, if the boy is a phony.

Verse gained a lot of knowledge about the magic fixture of the wind, and by adding a story to it, he approached me and the secret of the magic fixture of the wind, to the point where it touched its core, in the sense that it was unintentional. But it was made by Verse's own strong ambition to consolidate it with lies.

There is no such thing as the will to pursue the truth. That's why all of his stories here can only be heard as Yotai stories full of rumblings.

The Baron's sins were absolved in the Yotai tale, and your prosperity could not have been better.

Don't meditate on it. It's the farthest word from you right now. You deserve that dirty lie. I'll bury you the way I killed you.

Verse glanced at the speared men at both ends of the room.

"Your doubts would have been resolved by now. Time for you to die."

The eartips of the spears pointed from both sides come up.

Now, who told Verse and the others about the magic fixture of the wind, about the day when the witch of the woods called me? Ectre to my father, Paulo, Faro, who's most likely?

Either way, make it about Lehne, make it about the magic fixture of the wind, the two people who had the most knowledge were the Bersch family.

"No, not yet. Who told you about the wind magic appliance? Uncle Ektor told me you were dead fighting you."

Ishur narrowed his eyes.

"... you tortured me?

A rushing color floats in Verse's face for a moment.

Melilla opened her eyes and looked at Verse's face.

I guess this guy made me think Melilla wasn't involved in the massacre of villagers.

"You... I don't care about that. Kill!"

Verse orders the men to put up spears at the edge of the room.

The moment the men squeezed their spears and tried to stick them out to Ishl.

At that time, I heard a strange noise from the men with spears, called Hugh, that no one had ever heard before.

The men dropped their spears and held down their throats and mouths. And from its mouth and nose, blood smoke blows out from between its pressed hands.

"Whoa."

"hey, ha"

The men fell down with their throats and chests peeled painfully.

"Ahhh."

Melilla screams.

"What? Heh."

Verse glances flashly and looks at the men who have fallen, shaking their heads left and right.

"Just because it's an underground chamber doesn't mean you can't use the magic of the wind."

Ishur said with a gruesome grin he would put his index finger on his head.

"Looks like he's finally using his head."

"Even in the Chamber where you can't bring in the wind, if there's air around you, you can use the magic of the wind. If you have less air, you can use it somewhere. People's lungs crumble easily if they drain the air completely. If your lungs are destroyed, you'll have to die later."

Ishur did his hand to his jaw and twisted his neck.

"Do you know what a lung does before that? That's where it comes from."

"hi, hi, kisama, ma, no way"

From Verse's face, he is sweating and his complexion is blue-black and discolored.

Isul's disgusting commentary on the blame also made no sense at all.

"Ha, now it's your turn to laugh. Well, calm down."

Ishur laughed and let him wave his hand at Verse, holding him down and holding him down.

Melilla looks at Ishur silently with a pale face.

It's still too early to kill Verse.

I have not yet pulled Melilla away from Verse.

"Let's continue what we just said. Honestly, I can miss you."

Of course I'm not going to miss it. You're lying to me. I don't kill this guy easily either.

"What torture did you inflict on Uncle Ector? You didn't threaten to kill your captured uncle's family or let him break his mouth."

Verse's eyes swim.

"Or did you torture Isaac or his aunt and show that to Uncle Ector? Then my uncle would have broken his mouth easily. I guess I told you everything I know."

This is more of a word I said to Melilla.

The face of Ektor on the day of his arrival floats. He was an elegant, intelligent, and soft feeler who did not look good in a rural village. And Isaac's busty face......

Does Melilla remember the day the village was attacked, or does she remember the old memories, the childhood she played with Isaac and the others, just like Ishur, forcing her face, leaning down and trembling?

"... that's what's up"

Verse shrugged in a trembling voice. Verse is shaking, too. For a different reason.

I said it half the time.

If Ektor had also fought with the men in the village, he could have been injured. I don't think it would work that well if they killed my father, killed those in the village, and tortured him to inflict pain on him in that situation.

If his family was alive, he could have heard a lot of things very effectively, even from his character, if he had used the family to threaten them. The effects would have been immense, especially if we had tortured them to show them.

"Isaac was a childhood friend, just like me and Melilla. I didn't expect you to torture a woman and child for nothing. This bastard."

Melilla clenched her fists in both hands.

"You have a very bad reputation in the city, don't you? With those sweet words on his face, why don't we just hang out with the city girl for a long time, and let's go from next to next. Even I've known Ellistar for less than a year. No one in the city knows how bad your handcuffs are."

Melilla kicked and looked up at Verse.

"No! I didn't do that!

Verse said to Melilla.

"You'll be doing something else dirty. I joined hands with the face of the pleasure district to plunge the unfortunate women who work there to deeper despair."

"Huh?"

Verse opened his mouth sloppily.

I won't let you tell me you don't remember me.

"That's just a stunning streak, Verse. How far did you hear about me from Stena?

"Stena?"

"It's the name of the entertainment district informant you're greeting. Who do you think attacked the Ginova Mansion? It was that night."

That's when Verse looked like he ate bubbles and ran away.

Verse's face was overshadowed with amazement.

"Oh, you..."

"You were unlucky, Verse. If I didn't have the magic of the wind, if I were just a country man, I would have done what you planned.

Melilla is also pale, letting her eyes wander in the void.

"You're calling me to this room to kill the Baron and have Melilla testify? What are you gonna make the one who kills you ask? Where does that need to be?"

Ishur took a breath and stabbed him in the stomach.

"Verse, you, Melilla, would have killed with the Baron."

Melilla looked up at Verse's face several times with a blue and white face.

Even the colour of hatred, not only suspicious, was now seen in his eyes.

"Verse, deceive me."

"No! Damn."

Verse told me to block and squeeze out the pursuit of Melilla.

He shook his whole body in anger, and his face was more and more black and distorted.

Something doesn't feel right.

"Come on, Melilla, come here. You were fooled. If you stay with him, he'll kill you."

Ishur offered his hand towards Melilla.

Melilla roamed just for a moment. And powerless, he tried to walk out toward Ishur. That foot stumbles. Melillah's body was thrown forward, and Verse's figure hid. At this moment, Ishur's attention was directed at Melillah. It was directed only at Melilla. Maybe that was a bad idea.

And Melillah's hand is set against Ishul.

When Ishur tried to take that hand.

The tip of the sword burst out of Melilla's chest. Melilla's face is distorted.

Verse stabbed Melilla from behind.

Moment after moment, the wind swirled through the room.

I didn't make the choice to crush his lungs.

The fire of the pine lights hits hard, and the fire goes out on one side.

I even spared a moment to label it.

Ishur ruptured the air sphere behind Melillah's back around the corner.

I know it's not that powerful, still.

"Gaaah."

At the same time as Verse screams, Melilla is pushed by the rupture of the air sphere behind her and falls down on Ishl.

Everything was a flash.

"Melilla!"

Ishur could not hold Melillah. Hands around Melilla's back and pull out the sword.

The area around the chest of the maid's clothes that Melilla wore is dyed and wet in deeper black.

Oh, Melilla......, no more.

Damn, I failed. I couldn't help Melilla.

"Open it! Open it!

Verse is knocking on the door and calling about when he got around behind Ishl.

"Melilla! Hold on tight"

Light from Melilla's eyes, life disappears.

Still, Melilla smiled.

"I'm sorry, Ishr..."

The light went out of Merillia's eyes with the last words.

"Melilla!"

Poor Melilla. How could this be...

Ishur can lay Melillah gently on the cobbled floor of his cell. Tears dripped from Ishur's eyes.

Keep your hips down and sit back, grip your hands, and let go.

The room was a little brighter. And when he looked up, the door of the prison was opened, and Verse stood outside.

My right hand is dyed red on the back of my hand. My left hand is gripping the iron ring at the end of the chain that is stretching out of the wall. I see two people behind me, a shadow. It would be the men waiting outside the room.

Verse pulled that iron wheel as far as he could and screamed.

"Die!"

Moments, signs of something moving behind the ceiling, the sound of gatan.

The ceiling stone begins to collapse.

Fishing ceiling!!

Fear ran all over Ishur's body.

of the prison, the feeling of the room air being pressed down.

Ishur gathered the wind so that he could be pushed by its power, and threw himself out of the room.

Dodon, a loud noise and a violent vibration came. The area is covered in brown smoke.

There is no pain or pressure in the body. But I wasn't sure I was alive.

Ishur winds as he lays down, pushing the dust around him into the small room on either side.

When I woke up, the original room was covered with rocks large and small. Pebbles and broken rocks spilled out of the entrance of the room scattered across the foothills.

"Horseshoe"

At the end of the hallway, Verse, thrust by Ishl, is down. Further ahead, there are two men sitting up, hands on their mouths and coughing up.

Blatantly self-defeating.

Ishur turned his attention to a room filled with stone.

Ishur stared expressionlessly at the solidification of the stone covering the entrance to the room.

Ishur considered it blurry with a blurry head.

Melilla......

Melilla is in here, buried under this stone.

I couldn't help her.

She's in stone.

I can't see her dead anymore, and I can't mourn the body.

I couldn't do anything.

Cute, beautiful, rustic, pure, gentle, a girl who grew up like a brother and has always favored herself.

existence that had to be protected to the end.

Ishur shook herself in anger and stood up.

Melilla falling in front of me. At that time, Verse should have crushed his lungs, too, and killed him immediately on the spot. This guy's the same as the baron, he's not gonna let you die easy, I thought.

That's what happened...

I can't stop thinking about this guy all the time.

"Verse!!

Ishur waved indiscriminately in the lifting as he grabbed Verse's root.

"Hey, get up."

You were unconscious. Verse opens his eyes.

"Heh, heh, live"

Without letting him say it to the end, Ishr beat Verse up.

"Huh."

Verse struck his head on the cobbled floor and groaned.

Fishing ceiling......, did this guy have this horrible thing ready? I really had a crisis hair. Thanks to you Melilla is under the stone. There's nothing more I can do.

Verse may not only have stabbed Melilla with passion, but he might have also made a calculation to get out of the room while he was drawing my attention to her.

Ishur gathers out the wind. The wind blowing in from the entrance of the prison gathers around Ishur, who is behind the prison, making a wind noise.

The structure of the fishing ceiling probably wasn't that complicated.

At the top, if you move another clasp of the movable type that was suspended in chains from a reinforced real ceiling and held down that clasp, that clasp would have fallen and the fishing ceiling would have fallen... or something like that.

But I can't build a trick like this in two days when Verse finds out about me. Perhaps it has been prepared for another purpose for a long time, no, rather it has been since the days of the Lords before Brigal.

These tricks are common in every castle. Built for some sort of ploy such as past politics, inheritance feuds, etc. Time passes by, and no one knows, not even the lord. With something, Verse could have known, maybe.

Weren't Verse trying to use this trick to wipe out the Baron and Melilla, the men with those spears, all the officials who were in that room, and kill them all?

If the fishing ceiling tricks are disposed of, and the walls of the surrounding rooms are properly broken, the boy with the magic equipment of the wind is rammed and many sacrifices have been made, including the baron, etc., for the most apparent reason, etc.

Under the stone is a tear away, including the body, and it would be very impossible to find out what the situation was indoors at that time.

One day, Ishur crushed one Verse limb at a time holding his head and moaning, as he did to the Knights man who came to look around the village of Bersch.

"Hi-gi-ah."

"Hiya, don't do this."

"Huh."

"Ugh..."

Bread, bread, bread, bread and rupture sounded four times, each time Verse shook his whole body and shouted sadly. Flesh splashed and bones crushed. The last one no longer had the strength to scream and just groaned.

And out of fear, when he blew the heads of the two men trying to escape, Ishur called out to Verse.

"I'll take you to your father. Let's hurry."

I wonder how big the vibrations and roars from the collapse of the fishing ceiling sounded to the harvest banquet venue. Between this prison and the banquet hall there is an inn or tower that serves as the heavenly guard of this castle, far from it, but it is hard to believe that no vibrations, sounds or anything were transmitted to that hall. If the Baron feels anything unusual and cancels the harvest feast, the audience will be gone. This conceived production falls into one hand.

Ishur blurred his consciousness, and when he grabbed Verse's elbow, which only raised a groan, he dragged him straight out and walked down the prison aisle to the exit.

"Ugh. Ah."

Dragged by Ishl, Verse squeezed out a scream about whether his severed legs and arms were attacked by even more intense pain.

"Ha, help me..."

Ishur ignored Verse's voice, groaning at the pain but occasionally pleading, as if he heard nothing.

Did Verse's suffering reach its limit in the process of climbing the stairs, no more voices, and he was left unconscious? Ishur had a magical assist all over his body and went up the stairs fast.

As he left the tower, Ishur looked up into the sky and began to gather winds over the castle. A breeze begins to blow on the ground as well. Clouds flowed faster and clouds covered the upper string moon for a moment. The area suddenly darkened. There are ten soldiers of the Knights from the inn, and they rush towards Ishur. After all, the sound and vibration caused by the fall of the fishing ceiling earlier would have been transmitted quite extensively.

As the moon rose, Papan, and multiple bursting sounds echoed almost simultaneously. Ishur drags Verse and walks toward those who sound, the soldiers. When the clouds that had hidden the moon moved and the light of the moon lit the earth again, there was a strange corpse of men who had turned from their necks into squeaky meat chunks above them.

Ishur moved forward blindly to them, surrounding the inn, bowing herself as she came to the front of the great camphor, observing what was going on ahead.

There is no change in the archer-like soldier lurking on the trees, the guard standing in front of him. I guess they are firmly ordered to protect the venue. On the other side of the trees, people's stirring voices sounded a little louder, but eventually the stirring calmed down and the playing of the discontinued strings resumed.

You seem to be doing okay somehow. The Baron is also a feast where the city's leading men gather. You wouldn't want it to end suddenly. He is now also in a politically delicate position.

Ishur stayed motionless and smothered the guards standing in front of the trees. No voice was allowed to speak, nor was the sound of the falling of the soldier intimate and cushioned instead of the layer of air, suppressing it.

So Ishur gained momentum and stepped in a few steps when he stood up, letting the wind blow and throwing Verse in the middle of the venue.

The wind blows through the trees. Dying Verse draws a loose parabola and is sucked into the venue and goes.

I tried to follow after that and Ishl flew too.

Ishur directed Verse's body from the air and slammed it on a round table in the middle of the venue. The dishes and glasses were firmly placed on a hung table of white cloth, decorated in the centre with red and yellow flowers, possibly golden wood rhinoceros and cosmos, and similar flowers ——. They broke, broke, and flew around.

Screaming from the invitees at the venue. The music stopped playing.

Fortunately, the venue was in the form of a standing meal, and the invitees were solidified by the planters of the trees, opposite the barons, across a table arranged in the centre, and no one was caught in the fall of the Verse. The barons and invitees were in the shape of opposites across multiple tables in the center. Maybe it was just before the baron or around the Knights chief turned to the invitees to say hello to the closing meeting or something.

Ishur stepped down in the air to the table right next to the table where he slapped Verse as he crossed his arms in front of his face to prevent splashing plates and glass fragments in Verse's fall.

The corpse of Verse, bent to the non-limb, was sandwiched in two broken tables, with white tablecloths underground and filled with broken and crushed flowers and spilled dishes, as well as his own blood, and fruited with grotesque, obscene objects.

There is a baron in front of Ishur who stood on the table. Is the woman in the red dress next to it the Baroness? The hateful moustache knighthood leader who was in the back comes forward to be replaced by the Baroness. The lady flees feeling threatened by the invitees behind her solidified.

Girls and children are fine. But, Baron, you will never forgive me.

Ishur stared at the baron and screamed.

"Julio Brigall!"