Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

Ishur glanced sharply at the baron sitting on the spot, staring at the wretched body of Verse, screaming like a bark.

"My name is Ishr, and I am one of those who will be in the Bersh family! As the survivor of the villagers you slaughtered, I will destroy you here and now in the name of the goddess Lelia as a vengeance for killing your parents. Be prepared!"

While Ishur screams the classic mouth, he creates several vortexes and compressed balls of air from the wind collected above.

For a moment from around me, I heard a voice saying, whoa. It is also undone by the great blurring that immediately ensued.

"Come on, you."

Brigal glanced wide open at her eyes and peeled her teeth out.

"You killed Verse!

Brigal put her hand over her chest and let her sneak under a green scarf in a high-looking satin area wrapped around her neck.

Hmm, did you touch the Bersch family magic fixture, the necklace stone? It's good to hear about Braga from Gorn before. Many magic devices are activated by touching them with your hands.

I get a nasty grin on Brigal.

It sure doesn't work when you try to get ambitious with an air ball. Brigal's presence became blurred. Even though nothing changes for what I see with my eyes.

The Knights captain, who was on Brigal's right, looked around and raised his right hand.

Ishur winds down at the same time.

From the window of the inn, from the archers hidden in the camphor and oak trees that surrounded them, arrows were emitted simultaneously.

The barons give in to the ground.

The wind swirled around Ishur. An arrow unleashed towards Ishur is wrapped in a whirlpool of wind, and it is flown and falls in the air, by those who are not on the ground.

Small screams and loud surprises were raised by the solidified guests.

Instead of hitting a single arrow on Ishl, he didn't even blur. Something hard and light in the wind, broken fragments of glasses and plates dancing around Ishl.

As soon as the barons lifted their heads and saw Ishur, stunned and lowered his hips, Ishur smiled slightly at his mouth, accelerating the cracked fragments of the drifting dishes to visit the baron. The fragments were dazzling, reflexing the lamps of the bonfire and flying at an unstoppable speed to the Baron and his surroundings.

There is a sharp noise and small and large fragments pierce the baron. A groan leaked from the baron, and the baron fell on his back.

Several screams and bluffs from the invitees.

The magic that was protecting the baron expires, and the baron's entity coincides with vision.

Just as I thought. As long as the Range Attack is effective, once his focus and mental stability are interrupted, the Magic Gear of the Defense System loses its effectiveness as well.

Ishur stood in front of the baron as he stepped off the table.

The Knights captain, who soaked little pieces of dishes, pulls out his sword and puts a poke into Ishl from the side. But at the same time that Ishur reached out, the head of the Cavaliers ahead blew out with Pern, falling straight from his neck into a bright red mass of meat of unclear shape and clashing to the ground.

Now there's a louder scream.

Ishur walked toward the Baron only one step, and as he ran past the falling knight captain behind him, he put his hand around the Baron's neck and pulled away the magic jewelry of the Bersch family. It was a pendant with a small blue gem on the tip of the leather strap.

"This belongs to the Bersch family. I'll get it."

"Depression."

The baron just roars, with small and large fragments poking at him and distorting his face dirty with blood.

Ishur turned his back on the baron when he missed the magic fixtures of the Bersch family and began walking towards the exit of the venue.

At the entrance and exit of the venue, more than a dozen soldiers of the Baron family, also mixed with knights in iron armor, were solidified and stood without a voice, but when Ishur spotted them, they all began to disturb their calculations and flee. The archers who were hiding in the trees also jump off the trees and follow them.

Ishur turned his back and slammed them against the wall on the south side of the castle, straight ahead, with a strong breeze from behind.

What Ishur did is barely visible to the trees from the guests invited to the feast. They looked at each other anxiously at the screams of the soldiers heard from a short distance away.

Ishur takes his steps further and away from the Baron.

Some of them might have thought this was the end of the revenge play.

But today's performance was more of a climax from now on.

Suddenly a fierce wind rolls behind Ishur.

The wind lifted the baron with his upper body up groaning and carried him to the sky.

"Wow."

The baron is blown up towards the fifth tower of the castle, a tower equipped with a bell at the top, as he shouts and slams his hands and feet.

And just below that bell, the baron was slammed against the south wall of the tower.

"Huh."

I can hear the baron's groaning of agony from above.

Shortly after, the sound of the gorn, the gorn and the bell swayed by the strong wind rang around.

The tower is only about thirty skulls (thirty long walks, about twenty meters, about five stories of building) if it comes from within a castle on a hill. Even at night he could easily see the figure of the baron slapped against the top of the tower.

Looking up at the baron with the abandoned and voiceless invitees, Ishur now caused a number of intricate swirls of wind on the ground.

On that intricate swirl of wind, several bows and arrows that were falling on the ground and on the table bring their heads, rising and flying into the sky. The multiple bows and arrows aligned their heads vertically, and as they jumped higher than the tower as if they were guided bullets, they changed their orientation and burst into the baron one after the other as they accelerated.

As the bell rang, the bow and arrow made sharp noises with cancer, cancer and pierced the baron's shoulders, elbows, wrists, knees and ankles, penetrating and piercing the stone walls of the tower.

"Huh."

Whenever the bow and arrow pierced the body, the baron groaned.

The audience looked up at the tower without a voice and looked at the baron as he was being convicted.

From the top of the tower, along with the sound of a bell that kept ringing in the wind, I could hear the baron moaning, nay, sobbing in agony.

The baron was left alive with a bow and arrow in the bell tower.

Ishur kept gathering the wind over the castle without loosening his hands yet.

He walked to the audience, no, the invitees of the harvest feast, as he gathered the wind.

When Ishur tried to say something to them, from among the invitees, an old man came out and spoke to Ishur.

"Is your lord the heir to the sword of Yveda?

……

When Ishur shut up without any reaction, the old man loosened his expression a little about what was wrong, and immediately tightened it up, he said to Ishur in a tight meeting.

"This time we will be honored and celebrated."

"... ha"

How old-fashioned. Ishur was taken for a moment and could not return the favor properly.

The old man's quarters feel like he's hiding in a neighboring knight's house, or the city's leading guild chief some generations ago. Probably hasn't felt comfortable about the Baron family for a long time.

Ishur looked around and said aloud that he would silently meet the old man.

"We're going to destroy this castle. It's dangerous, so get the hell out of the castle!

The invitees, who watched the interaction between Ishur and the old man quietly, begin to bother again.

"You, too."

Ishur also spoke to the maids, servants of the castle, who had been consolidated in a few mingled with the invitees.

"Even those who are itchy in the Baron's house don't get their hands on women, children. Run!"

As some left the venue early enough, the invitees also left the venue to make sure they were caught by it.

Just glance at one.

A girl stood alone in front of Ishur. The girl was Sierra.

She was wearing a thin beige, slightly shiny dress. The hem of the dress is stirring fine and hard in the wind as it gradually grows stronger.

……

She moisturizes her eyes and says nothing. He stared silently at Ishur and seemed to be indulging in something.

Ishur glanced to the left for a moment.

At the entrance to the venue, a magnificent man and woman look here worried in front of the camphor.

That would be Sierra's parents.

Ishur stared at Sierra with a tight expression.

And I shook my head to the side and said in a harsh tone.

"Run!

Sierra looked like she was going to cry when she glanced at Ishur, and as she turned aside she ran to her parents without saying anything, leaving the venue.

There are also people running away from the inn. There seemed to be a mix of Knights soldiers inside, but Ishur didn't mind them anymore.

Ishur also slowly walks towards the south castle gate.

When he left the venue, he let the wind down from the sky behind him.

A tornado descends from heaven into the castle. That couldn't be natural.

The tornado, sharply narrowed, made an awesome roar and bit the castle's inn.

Ishur turned around when he left the inner castle gate that hit the main circle of the castle.

The bell of Tower V sounds like crazy, and you can see the shadow of a baron turned into a flirt by a strong wind.

The tornado smashed the roof of the residence apart and rolled it up into the sky. The castle's inn is decimated and destroyed inside when the roof blows up. Some cloth, furniture, accessories, and countless slabs sucked up high in the sky.

In an instant the castle's inn collapsed leaving a small stone section.

Ishur holds both hands and eats away his teeth.

Without changing its momentum, the tornado tilts and crumbles diagonally as it rounds toward the ground, eating into the lower part of the northeast tower.

For a moment the sound of the wind went from a low roar of goo to a screaming sound of a tall woman. The sound is also quickly broken and broken by the sound of a heavy, low belly.

Its base was determined by a swirling whirlpool of strong wind, and the northeast tower fell to the south as if the great trees were falling. The overthrown tower collapses itself as it collapses the remaining stone pile of the ruined castle's inn. Furthermore, the top of it snaps the second tower, which was connected on the south side of the inn, and the top of that tower also collapses. The sound and vibration of the stone collapsing echoed around.

On the other hand, the accumulation of wind that was swirling low turned the figure into a tornado again, tangled in the third tower, which was connected as well as the residence, just west of the northeastern tower that defeated it.

The third tower was stripped of its stone pile so that the southeast corner, part of which had been destroyed by the collapse of the residence, could be sucked up into the sky by a tornado, crushed, and fell straight to the southeast side.

As Ishur further retreated to the outer contour of the castle, around the front of the Merchant's Guild, he now moved the tornado to the fourth tower, which was connected to the wall forming the inner contour on the southwestern side of the castle.

Part of the wind flow is controlled so that there is as little damage as possible on the northwest side of the castle, tower five, which is holding the baron.

Ishur's aim.

It was to destroy all the towers by leaving only the fifth tower, which had made the baron.

Ishur painstakingly collapsed the stone pile on the southeast side of Tower Four, causing its top to fall over the Knights Government Building just outside the walls.

Loud roar and vibration. Dust and dust gushed out of the Knights government building, which had flashly destroyed the top half of the building. Ishur let the tornado suck it off and let it blow up high in the sky to turn off the tornado. Let the wind blow north to carry the dust rising from the castle toward the northern marsh.

When the tornado and the roar of destruction left, only the sound of the bell of the fifth tower, which continues to ring like crazy now, rang around.

It's over.

When Ishur turned his back on the castle, he began to walk to the south gate, which was at the main gate of the castle's exterior.

Sometimes people who had missed their escape jumped out of the shadows of the main temple in the outer contours of the castle and the buildings of the city's leading guilds and ran over beside Ishur.

The castle gate was open because of the feast. And it came to pass before the gate of the castle, that many people were seen gathered in the plaza before the castle, which they could see at the end of the gate.

They came from all over the city to see Ellistar Castle's strangeness.

Ishur creeps through the gate and goes down the loose stairs in front of the gate.

During the day, the return blood of Velis and others, who had stained Ishur's clothes slightly, would have stopped in the eyes, but at night the return blood was not noticeable, and Ishur's clothing did not attract the attention of the crowd gathered in front of the castle square, even though it was seen as one of the guests who had been invited to the feast of the harvest and had missed.

All the people gathered in the square looked towards the castle, at the end of Ishur, coming down the stairs.

Ishur did not show any upset or patrol, and walked straight forward as he slowly descended the stairs, feeling irrelevant or uninterested, such as the destruction of the castle, and strayed between the crowds in the square.

He pushed through the center of the square avoiding the crowd and walked out of the square.

The people who stood around looked at the appearance of a castle that had changed completely, with some dismayed, some frightened, and some ironic eyes. And they were whimpering, eventually discussing and rumouring about what this anomaly was and why it happened.

When Ishur came as far as the inside of the square without stopping in anyone's eyes, he stopped and looked back at Ellistar Castle.

The castle wrapped up bright brown dust against the background of the night sky, which had changed its appearance dramatically from before. The five towers that stood on the hill and the castle lord's quarters were all collapsed, leaving behind the bell tower northwest of the castle.

The bell of the tower, which was also ringing in the square, was at some point quiet.

Because Ishur has gone so far as not to reach magic.

I can't wind the bell of the tower with his power anymore.

From the squares covered with people's blurring, the castle felt filled with strange silence the night the wind stopped and the sound of the bells disappeared.

Ishur looked at the castle and smiled secretly a small smile.

Eventually, the night will be empty, and when the sun rises, we will be able to see someone hanging from this square, just above one remaining tower.

Maybe the baron is still alive at that point. The spear stabbed the baron would have shattered his bones and torn his muscles, but that didn't make a lot of blood spill out of his flesh.

Who is he that is slaughtered on the tower? Who is the man who cries out from the tower? It will soon be spread throughout the city by those invited to the Baron's harvest feast. This will eventually spread throughout the kingdom.

Standing on the hills of Ellistar, the only remaining tower in the castle. The corpse of the baron that was crucified in its tower will rot, until it becomes a bone, and no, if it succeeds, it will remain there until its bones become dust and mustard and disappear.

Even if we reached below that tower buried in rubble and climbed to the top of the tower, who the hell could pull out that arrow and unload the baron's body from the tower?

Ishur turned off his grin and let his gaze wander into the hollow at the end of the castle.

Father, Mother, Lucell... it's finally over.

That's it. Goodbye.

And Isaac and Faro and many others in the village disappear when their faces float in Ishur's brain.

On the way to Frontera with Imar and the others, I feel like much time has passed since I heard the vicious news of the village from Seville and when I returned to the village of Bersch, where no one has been, I unequivocally vowed vengeance.

Ishur turned his gaze back to the castle and narrowed his eyes.

Then Melilla, poor Melilla.

She sleeps around that castle, probably under the eastern walls.

The matter of her has become a great remorse for Ishl and will never disappear.

He mumbled the last passage of prayer, a small, deafening voice, which the cleric chants hard when burying the dead.

"... be a good spirit if you will, and be with the gods forever."

Hmm?

Ishur felt the wind gather over his head and begin to roll the vortex.

A slightly unnatural wind movement.

When Ishur looks up, its wind vortex twists in front of him, like the shape of a translucent one. Eventually it became a little girl, no, boy figure, wrapped around a short robe with an old-fashioned hem.

The child, fluffy in the air, has a colorless translucent body and appears to have no entity.

Huh!?

When Ishur was just grumpy, the child suddenly spoke to Ishur.

"Did you call me? Oh, my God, I thought Yveda called you."

Um, is this...?

The child put his hand on his chin and began to think about it. She's adorable at twisting her neck and thinking about it.

"Oh, but you are, aren't you? I suck at spells so bad. Yveda, isn't it possible?"

Without further ado that Isul is perplexed and silent, the child proceeds to the conversation on his own.

So, what can I do for you?

"Oh, no. Who are you?

I accidentally turn my voice upside down along the way.

"Huh? What is it? I am the Spirit of the Wind. Didn't you call me that?

Right. An earlier scriptural passage from the Cathedral Church. Was that the spell? But a passage from the Bible, right? There are things to chant about if anyone knows, even if they're not clerics.

"Uh, I recited a passage from the Cathedral scripture."

Ishur answered honestly.

I'm not sure what it is. At times like this, you just have to ask the one who knows and does. On the one in front of me. I don't really feel like it's going to happen.

"Heh, yeah. Does that say a spell or something? I don't know."

"Er... if I may, I will be a good spirit, and I said that I will not be with the gods forever."

The translucent child gave a surprised look. And suddenly I laughed out.

"Ha, lousy spell. That might be a little different."

Really?

Still, I've spoken out and said the passage of the Bible again, and nothing's changed.

Even though it is not strange for another spirit to come.

"I'm sorry, what's the right thing to say?

"I'm not sure about that, am I? In carrots and us, we can talk this way, but how do you feel about words? because I think it's somehow different"

"Right..."

But interesting.

"But why did you call me with such a lousy spell? Well, I'm definitely still half a serving, the spirit down there."

Really...

And the child of the Spirit put his hand upon his chin, and did some thinking.

"Hey, try some magic. You suck at spells, but you feel like Yveda."

Right! I see. What does that have to do with me having a Lene wind magic fixture?

"All right!"

And, when Ishur replied, he panicked around, realizing where he was now.

Looking around, there are those who glance at Ishur, who behave strangely, but all else, who are looking at the castle and talking, and realize the spirits drifting over Ishur's head. Anyone should be surprised.

"A little before that. Don't you see anyone else?"

Ishur spoke to the child of the Spirit with a slight silence.

"Yeah. Of course. If you can't use magic, you can't see. I don't think the words you're talking to me sound like any other garlic."

"Oh!"

This is great. I have now recalled the Spirit! I can finally feel it, I feel it.

"Okay, let's use a little magic."

Ishur was excited and said in a good mood, forgetting he had been immersed in sad emotions until just now.

There was something bright from the child's spirit, an aura that made people feel gentle, or float, something like. I guess a child's Spirit has a stronger power to influence others like that than a person's children. Maybe it has something to do with magic.

Ishur was totally, soft-minded of the child of that Spirit, imputed to.

Ishur was in a good mood, overhead, and let the wind swoop wide at a height unnoticed by the people in the square, and let it appear caught up.

"Eh!!

So the Spirit, who was looking up with Ishur, is astonished, and when he spins in the air, he gives a shout of surprise.

"Hmm?"

"Yes, Mr. Yveda!

Right, still......

"Who are you?" Why...... This feels like Yveda. "

"Well, well. Take it easy. I don't know, but I get it. My magic fixture is called“ The Sword of Yveda ”or something, and the Divine Divinity, the Divine Magic fixture? Sounds like something."

"It is! Wow. You're pretty obvious."

"Really? Well, no. By the way, what's your name? What can you do?

"Yeah? I don't have a name. Oh, I can't tell you. You can give me a name, but I think you can call more spirits, not lower ends like me."

Is that a contract or something? Is there still such a thing?

"Okay. Mostly, I get it. Thanks."

"Yeah, you're welcome. So what do you want me to do?

"Hmm."

Now Ishur thinks.

Nothing in particular.

"Uh."

The child of the Spirit said, pointing his lips.

Then why did you summon me?

"I'm sorry. It just so happens. My dear one has died. So I mumbled that passage. Then you'll show up."

"Hmm, I don't know. Then I don't know what to do."

The child of the Spirit looked unhappy for a while, but when he glanced around him for a moment, he was slightly dazed.

"Well, I can't go home yet, so I guess I'll hang out here for a while"

That's not good. Surely spirits can turn humans into jerks, didn't they?

"Oh, no, wait a minute"

Ishur looks toward the castle.

"Then will you ring the bell of the tower that stands only one in that castle with the wind?"

So Ishur thought a little,

"When it's morning, I want you to ring for a while at sunrise"

I said.

That way, that tower will get the attention of the city's people more.

The child of the Spirit looked at the castle and said he nodded.

"That's the bell. Okay. Should I ring it when the night breaks?

"Yes."

Do you see that tower bell from here?

"I think you can stay in the carrot world at your leisure until morning. Tamabu."

"Right. How long can you stay?

"About me, I can only stay until the sun comes up and the sun is the highest."

"It is."

"Yeah. You don't seem to know anything, but if you do us a huge favor, it's over there."

It's kind of hard to understand one thing I'm saying right now... well somehow I can understand it. I mean, if they use big magic, that's where the spiritual world is? I have to go home, I guess.

"I get it. Thanks for sharing so much. Well, good to see you."

"Yeah! Bye!

The Spirit chuckled and, with a grin of the child himself, flew towards the castle.

This was an amazing experience.

There are probably gods in this world, and spirits without deception.

Ishur thought of that girl, the court magician who uses the magic of fire, a dragon made of the flames she created when she was fighting the Fire Dragon.

For now, but only one step, I think I could have stepped in.

I would still have to do something to get a magic book and learn magic.

Ishur stared at the spirits of the wind flying towards the castle.

If I hadn't thought of Melillah and chanted that scriptural passage, the Spirit of that child would never have appeared.

And thanks to that spirit, I feel like I've been able to regain just a little brightness and tenderness.

Thank you, Melilla.

Thanks to you, I'm sure.

And goodbye, Melilla.

Ishur turned his heel back and walked out of the square intact. I was thinking about going straight into Middle Street from the south end of the square and even into the back road somewhere.

Ishur pulls out a swarm of people gathered in the square, trying to draw the waves apart. Through that last wave, a Sierra stood at the front.

Sierra's outfit remains at the time of the harvest feast. But she smiles with a calm expression, and when she smiles at the baron, she no longer has a crying face like she did when she met him in the castle.

What fold did she make in her heart?

"Ishl..."

Ishur walked silently to Sierra.

"Ishul did that, didn't he? Ishr was really a great wizard."

Sierra looked at the castle and said.

Ishur also lays his neck down and looks slightly towards the castle. Put your face back towards Sierra, Sierra said.

"You can't be in this city anymore. Oh, even to the kingdom..."

"I guess so. So, Sierra, when are you going to King's Landing?

"Maybe next spring. I've already decided where to stay."

"Right."

Sierra's expression got a little stiff. I have heard that she leans herself against Ishur.

"I wonder if I'll ever see you again..."

"That's not true. I'm sure I'll see you someday, someplace."

Ishur let Sierra snort at him as he grinned.

It was just a consolation, I didn't mean to say it with an on-the-spot congrat. Even if I knew I would never see you again from now on. Even if we have little chance of seeing each other again.

Suddenly, Sierra smiled and showed a clever imitation of tears coming out of her eyes, holding both hands and giving Ishl what she had hidden.

It was a small wood-carved ornament. It's what Sierra was receiving as a token of the safe receipt of money from her mother when they were both receiving Elena's request.

I've done that request many times. Maybe in the meantime I had given in some from Elena.

It is a rustic ornament with fine wood depressing and leaves around a circle of flowers.

"Hehe, thanks Sierra. It's a great gift."

Ishur quickly turned to her and kissed her softly around her cheek, the base of her back ear.

And toward the dazzling Sierra,

"Bye. Sierra. I'll see you somewhere."

Ishur rescheduled and suddenly jumped up onto the roof of a three-story building, behind her.

There's no need to hide that you can use magic anymore.

……

And from the roof, in a sudden breeze, Ishur turned his face bright red and moved his hands and feet, and glanced at the unspoken scream Sierra, and turned his eyes toward the Chamber of Commerce, and toward the pleasure district.

There's another place I'd like to stop by before I leave the city.

Ishur's figure disappeared across the roof.