Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

When he first made his way to the Frontera Chamber of Commerce, he went in again from upstairs and changed clothes dirty to blood in his own room, he went outside with his undressed clothes in his arms, poking his dirty clothes into a trashy accumulated barrel on his back, carrying a hidden itinerary, his father's shaped sword on his waist, and his cape woven.

On leaving, Ishur turned his gaze from the front street to the Chamber of Commerce building only for a moment.

In the moonlight, the unpopular Chamber of Commerce building remains the same as last night, blue and black, quietly sitting.

When Ishur silently turned his heel back, he walked towards the informant of the pleasure district, the shop of Tsaf.

It's late at night, but the whole city is somewhat restless. There were still wild horses heading towards the castle on the big street.

The pleasure streets also looked less like people today, everyone walking down the street was in a hurry, and a few people standing in front of the store solidified, talking secretly on the other side of the business.

As soon as Ishur entered the back road where the shop in Tsahu was located, he whispered himself into the shadow of the building and asked what was going on around him.

And when I turned my attention inside the store in Tsaf, almost simultaneously, the store door opened up vigorously, and unexpectedly, a small child popped out of the inside. The child, in a crude outfit that he could see at night, shut the door rampantly, just as he did when he opened it, and with a quick childish appearance, passed in front of him without any noticing Ishur leaning at the end of the back road, running down the front street.

Children? Why not?

An informant on the back road of a pleasure street at night. In the world behind adults, for some reason, there was a child figure.

The children's condition is in the slums, and the atmosphere is similar to that of the children who use placement and sledding as their business.

Boy detectives, huh?

Ishur thought for a moment and concluded so on his own. There's been a big case of rocking the city in the castle today. It wouldn't be a bad hand to use a child to quickly grasp the situation at a time like this.

Tuaf.

If you have a lot of children in and out this evening, you may need to do it quickly.

But what about letting the kid work late at night? I can't help thinking about illegal work for children in the first place, so if you say so, that's the story.

Ishur opened the door as he went to the front of Tsahu's shop and quickly slid himself inside.

As usual, Tuaf hid himself in a black hood in the back of the room, sitting as if he were a figurine doll without wandering around.

"Oh, there you are."

Now this is the first time I've seen my face at Tuaf's. I already treat you like a complete familiar person.

No, I'm familiar with him. He leaked a lot of other information about me.

Looks like the castle is going to be amazing.

Tuaf gets his usual crooked grin from under the hood.

Ishur silenced Tuaf's dialogue and sat silently in a chair in front of his desk without greeting him or anything.

"The castle was flashly destroyed, and Baron Brigal died. This is unprecedented."

"You know me well enough to be stuck in this little room in the back of the city."

Tuaf's mouth is even more distorted.

"I don't know that much yet. Who could have done that? Does Boya know more about this? Then I'll buy it."

"Right. I'm probably the one who knows the most about this city. I can tell you anything about what's going on at Ellistar Castle right now and why that happened."

The distortion in Tuaf's mouth disappears. He pulled himself out of Ishur a little bit.

"What do we do? You want to buy it, Stena?"

"Why my name?"

Hard to be sarcastic, sarcastic and feisty. The tone of Tuaf, which has always been adorned with such words, changed.

"Your pretty daughter told me. What more do we do than that? This information is pretty expensive."

Ishur narrowed his eyes.

"Your life is yours."

Tuaf flew to the back wall.

"What do you mean!

Ishur also rose out of his chair and pulled out his sword.

"You messed with the Baron's house about me, didn't you? I didn't expect an informant to divulge customer information. I didn't think someone like you wanted to die so bad."

Tuaf snuggles his body against the back wall and tries to get himself away from Ishur at all.

It's too much of a sword to keep it that way. Ishur thought about jumping on the desk but stopped. Then the tip of the sword may be caught in the ceiling this time. All you have to do is deliver it as long as you can.

"You're gonna die here."

"Wait a minute. Yes, it is. How about money? No, you're not! Yes, hi, it's a secret. I have some information for you. So why don't you hit me with your hand? Right?"

Information to keep, is going to catch me for a moment at the.

Danger. Danger.

Tsaf is desperate. That's right, but what about the slight appearance of joy in those eyes? Even though he's a dying Setouchi.

This... you should just get it over with.

"You can't. Isn't one life something else?

Tuaf's face freezes.

"I do what I think I do."

The door behind Ishur is suddenly blown away. Ishur gathered the wind before Tuaf.

Swing your sword.

"Hih-huh."

Tuaf's mundane screams.

Ishur built two compressed air walls between himself and Tuaf. I have to do something pretty difficult this time.

Ishur shook the sword he shook down on Tsaf's head. At the same time hit the first wall of air against the front head of the tsaf. The tip of the sword is at the same time as possible, inching around touching the hood of Tuaf's head.

Tuaf's head was struck against the wall, and as he leaned forward, he slipped another wall of air into the back of his head, rocking the two walls of air back and forth in a big, quick, vibrating way.

"Kaha... eh"

Tuaf probably has a concussion and falls unconscious.

As he jumped over his desk, Ishur bent in front of Tsaf, took off Tsaf's robe, stripped off his wig, and wiped off the muddy red in his mouth with the stripped robe.

There is sweat on Ishur's forehead. Because what I'm doing right now, on top of being depressing in itself, was magically very difficult to move to vibrate the air.

Whether the vibration of the air, something that is sensibly difficult to grasp, or the magic of this world's wind makes it difficult to adapt precisely, is attacked by the feeling that if you try to vibrate the air directly, you will take root magic, concentration and thought.

Neither the movement of the air obtained with the magic fixture, nor the sharp sensing ability to sway, for some reason, had any significant changes in vibrations that should be the movement of the same air, such as sensations about sound, or hearing.

In this world, it is not known that air is a vibration, that sound is a vibration of air. It creates magic fixtures. The diocesan church, of course, may not even know the gods.

Ishur had Tuaf's back slammed against the wall as well and put his hands near his nose. I have breath.

Tuaf was a rough outfit that when he took off his black robe, he had scorched tea trousers on his round neck generating shirt. I don't wear rings, piercings or other outfits either. From what I've seen, it doesn't look like you have magic equipment.

Tuaf should be in possession of a magic device that hides himself and makes him feel no sign.

Where are you hiding your magic gear? Are you integrating with the flesh just like me?

Ishur twisted his neck.

Is that it? Is there something under your clothes?

Hey, I don't like that.

It's possible he's doing something like a bracelet around his arms for now. Shall we start there?

Ishur turned his hem up from Tuaf's right arm. Nothing in particular. Then he turned up his left arm.

Ishur looked out for him.

"This is..."

Tuaf's left arm was tattooed from around the top of his wrist to his elbow.

Swallow accidentally. This is not just a tattoo.

The tattoo was shaped like crushing the magic formation into an oval. Carved in black monochrome. The exterior is edged with thick lines and the immediate interior with thin lines, the interior of which consists of unfamiliar letters, symbols, and intricate patterns.

Ishur put his hand on the tattoo. I don't feel anything in particular because it's not a magic fixture... No, on the contrary, it doesn't feel like playing the magic that's unleashed on this side.

Surely in Mora's story, when Tsaf was banished from the secret organization of the diocesan church, Tsaf's father did not dare confiscate the magic equipment in Tsaf's possession, did he not say something like that?

That's not all because I felt pity for my own son.

Wasn't this why?

Tattoos have stood quite a bit of time since they were carved, some of them distorted in shape and thinned out by scratches or something. Still, it works. This tattoo has considerable strength as a magic tool, you might say. I guess that means you won't lose that ability as much as you scraped or hurt somewhere a little bit.

Perhaps as much as I've damaged the tattoo area, so much so that I won't be able to use it temporarily until that wound heals, and that's why I can't deactivate this “magic fixture" without taking the time and effort to erase the tattoo, skin it or cut off my arm.

The Cathedral Church...

The only cathedral church capable of producing magic fixtures. They also had this kind of technology.

What secrets do they hold? of the gods, no, what do you know about this world......

Ishur stood up and looked down at the unconscious Tuaf as he extended back the sleeve he had been wrapped around.

It will be rough treatment, but shall I cut off this arm?

Would that make it possible to sever him completely from the diocesan Church, from the past?

To Ishur, Stena didn't want to kill Tuaf, even if she did. Ishl has no knowledge of psychiatry, of course. But if we don't do something, sooner or later, Stena will lose Tsaf's own life.

Of course I feel sorry for Maura. But more than that, I didn't want to overlook the suffering that Tuaf had brought in.

We must lose our loved ones ourselves and continue to bear the pain, if that only brings him madness and ruin, then what salvation is there for him to come.

So I decided to kill Stena for divulging our secret.

But can Tsaf escape ruin just by "killing" a personality named Stena?

Soon, or someday, Stena's personality will come back to life.

Doesn't it make sense in the end if Tsaf himself starts to be an informer?

I don't have any more expertise in psychiatry or psychology, and all I have to do is try it on my own.

When I first found out that Tsaf was an informant dressed as a woman, I happened to find and tail Tsaf heading to the Pleasure Street at that time, but which personality was Tsaf at that time? Which personality is it when it will be late at night but it will be in the store, and where will it return to the personality of Tsaf?

Thinking of it as one possibility. That means that Tuaf will only be replaced by Stena's personality while he's in the information store, in this room, doing business here.

When I followed Tuaf, he wasn't in disguise or anything. If he had been replaced by Stena's personality before heading to the store, he would have worn a wig at that point, put red on his mouth and worn a robe to go out.

And when Tsaf approached the store at that time, he used magic equipment and disappeared from me. When I tried to kill Stena earlier, she didn't use magic equipment. I mean, she wasn't aware she had that tattoo, that magic fixture, that she didn't have any knowledge of that magic fixture.

I haven't checked with you at what point after Stena closes the store, but the speculation that derives from it, is that the time that Tuaf is in Stena will be limited while he's working as an informer in the pleasure district?

And Tuaf and Stena, they don't share each other's memories. Stena didn't know about me, that I was an apprentice merchant working for the Frontera Chamber of Commerce, that I was enrolled in a mercenary guild, my name, and that I was a boy by the name of Ishur who came from the village of Bersch.

Before in Theodore, when Tuaf became Stena's personality and worked as an informant, there was something from Mora's story that suggested that there was a disconnect between the two of them.

Did Tsaf not go to the store where he works as an informer and, while doing business there, wonder if he would be anxious to lose his memory? I wonder what he thought of it.

Ishur grabbed Tuaf's shoulder and woke him up again and again.

"Hey, get up! Get up!"

"Ugh..."

Tuaf wakes his eyes. I have no power in my eyes. I still don't seem to be aware of it.

He stared at Ishur's face with his unfocused eyes for a while and spoke out to groan.

"You..."

"Mr. Tsaf. Are you okay?"

Ishur changed his tone to avoid the same attitude as when dealing with Stena. That would be better.

"Oh, sure Ishl...... Well, here it is."

Tuaf looks around.

Surprised and bewildered by his expression.

……

That turns into a slightly evil look.

"You are."

He turned away from Ishur and leaned down.

"Do you know where this place is"

"Yeah, it's kind of a translation, I used it a lot."

"Was that......, uh, Mr. Seville, or was he asking me to?

Well, it would be reasonable to think so.

"Why are you asking me that? Don't you remember what information I was buying?"

So Tuaf looked up, and hah, and looked.

I know that the middle-aged feminine person I work as an informer and the mercenary guild leader Tsaf are the same person. Tuaf understood that.

And that's not all, of course.

"Didn't I know...? What the hell are you doing?"

Tsaf seems to have been convinced of another concern for his spare attitude here.

Tuaf and Stena, that I even know that the two consciousness and memory are not connected, that is, different personalities.

"It was a little coincidence that Mora gave me a chance to talk to her."

I stare at Tsaf with all my strength in my gaze.

"Above you, of course. At that time."

The face of a mediocre woman is remembered, illuminated by the lights on the river at night.

The look on her face then. Who did she want to talk to?

"I was so worried about her. About you. You know why I was worried, right?

Tuaf gave a bitter look. Then I distract myself and think with my forehead covered with both hands.

He's a convict, so to speak. Tsaf knew that when he came to this store, his personality would turn into Stena. I know, and I was repeating it.

Remember each other, no, even though Stena is a false personality, created from the memories and emotions of Tuaf, even though emotions never connect.

Still, he kept coming to this store at night.

"We should stop being informers now"

Ishur changed his tone.

"Even if you keep going, you will only follow the same fate as your wife. What would it be to repeat something so fruitless? It's not about your deceased wife that you have to worry about the most, it's about your daughter who's alive now, isn't it? You're gonna make me unhappy, like Stena, until she does."

Tuaf has lowered his hands and stared at Ishur with his eyes wide open.

His eyes are like a big hole, and he cannot see what is at the bottom of it.

Ishur picked up a wig and a robe he threw under his feet and pressed them against Tuaf.

Tuaf grabbed without power what was offered.

Which one of you prepared this disguise tool, Tuaf or Stena?

"What the hell are you..."

It is slight in Tuaf's eyes, but it is powerful.

That will be enough.

Ishur ignores Tsaf's question and heads to the blown out exit of the door.

When I left, I turned around and told Tsaf.

"From now on, it's up to you."

I can't do any more.

Even more so if it's someone else. At the end of the day, I have to do something on my own.

"Good luck with that. Goodbye."

Ishur's figure disappeared across the exit.

From all over the city, enter Frontera Avenue and continue southbound. Ishur walks through the city and walks alone through the streets sandwiched by fields sunk black in the night sky, where the wheat has been harvested.

Just in case, you should get out of the baroness as soon as possible.

I'm going straight to Frontera, and I have to meet Seville and Imal and tell them about the village of Bersch.

By the time Ishur gets to Frontera, what happened in Ellistar has already been passed on to Frontera, and it could be in both of his ears. What attitude would Seville and Imal take towards him knowing that Ishl had concealed Lehne's windy magic fixtures?

Nor is it impossible for them to say anything that would stuffed Ishl as to why he had not been named Baron and Border Berber before the attack on the village of Bersch, and why he had kept it a secret until now.

No one could have foreseen the massacre taking place in the village of Bersch. It does not make sense to condemn Ishur at last. But it would not be so easily convincing for the survivors of the village victims. Ishur himself is one of the same survivors. The mood is painfully clear.

That he was to possess the magic fixture of the wind, which was caused in the first place by the fact that the forest witch Rene doubted the existence of Ishur and called Ishur to his own house. It is doubtful whether Lene's action to gain a new magic fixture, with his stronger magical powers, came from a pure exploratory mind free of dirt. She tried for no reason to kill Ishur, who was only an eight-year-old child.

If she hadn't invited Ishur to her home where she was called the Witch's House, she might still have been alive.

If we talk about the possibility, there is no point.

If the Red Emperor Dragon hadn't struck Kusim, if the Borderline uncle had doubts about the Bersch family and not ordered the search for the magic equipment of the wind, if the lord of the village of Bersch hadn't been Brigal.

If Ishur hadn't had the magic of the wind, if he had gone to the king's capital, just like Lehne, and aspired to be a court magician.

The tragedy in the village of Bersch cannot naturally be said to be Ishl's fault. But I can't say that he has no responsibility at all. There may be something that can be called less negligence.

Ishur thought if Seville and Imal blamed him, that would have to be spoiled and accepted.

The incident in the village of Bersch, the death of the family, the failure to help Melilla. The responsibility is precisely the cross, itself, that for me must bear, Ishur thought so.

Ishur looked back.

Is the dawn approaching, east of the horizon, the sky beyond the distant mountains, beneath which is becoming slightly brighter? It runs north on the horizon, rising the city of Ellistar and its center, a castle that has changed tragically.

I would not do anything to unload that cross myself. That's why I did that.

I will always carve this pain into my chest, ready for it. That's why I avenged the barons. Uncle Borderline is not going to miss it either.

Ishur looks forward again and begins walking.

But at best we have to be careful not to be crushed by that cross. If you get squashed, you're just gonna be like a tuaf.

Ishur stared at the blue and white path illuminated by the slightest light of the moon, the one ahead, in the darkness at night. In the distance you can hear the noise of the night birds, and in the vicinity you can hear the feathers played by the bugs.

Ishur thought.

I don't miss being alone.

There is also the magic equipment of the wind.

But when I was about to be frustrated by something, when I stopped standing on my own, would there ever be a presence that would help me someday, as I helped Tuaf?

Ishur continued to stare blurredly at the end of the white path illuminated by the light of the moon.

It was then.

Suddenly there was a tinnitus with Keane, and the batin, and something switched.

A white road stretches ahead, leaving only that and everything is covered in black darkness. The wind is gone. I can't feel it. A round moon was shining in the sky position.

If you look up, the moon was just a disc that glowed like crazy yellow, at the end of a white road when you put your gaze back down, Melilla stood alone.

She used to dress in her old, village days. White blouse on an eponymous skirt. Nostalgic appearance.

Is this an illusion? In your dreams?

Did I fall asleep at some point?

The light of the mad moon illuminates only Melilla.

She opened her mouth.

"Be careful."

The voice was the voice of Melillah, but he that spoke was not.

Funny, strong gaze. Beautiful, but ironically distorted lips.

I can't give her this look.

The man has spoken to Ishur in the figure of Melillah.

"Beware of the Red Emperor Dragon at best."

What!?

Stinky words, like pulling Ishur back into reality all at once. And a woman's voice.

This is not a dream. What the hell is that Melilla...

"Watch out for the Red Emperor Dragon"

And she laughed.

fierce laughter. Melilla kept laughing with ridicule and madness rising.

This guy......

Melilla stopped laughing and looked at Ishur as she stared.

"You don't like being this girl that much?

"Kissama, who are you!

Ishur screams.

"Suffer at best..."

The woman did not answer Ishur's question and disappeared when she told him to be small and squeamish at the end.

The thin yellow moon that was over her head also disappears.

When he realized, Ishur stood where he was.

Bug feathers nearby, wind flow.

He's back......

Ishur felt a cold sweat flowing down his back.

What the hell is that?

Yellow moon. He who appeared the remorse of Ishur in the appearance of Melillah as he chooses the wound.

Nanaka.

He grips his fist and bites his teeth.

Is that a provocation against me?

He said watch out for the Red Emperor Dragon. If that's what the word says, keep warning, that means.

Surely after this, you will face the Red Emperor Dragon in a way that will be invited by that court demon mentor, I was thinking. That way you'll have the opportunity to make contact with the border uncle somewhere, he said.

Is that a warning or a provocation?

Crazy month. Melilla's laughter.

That's exactly Lelia. The moon goddess.

God who presides over the underworld and destiny.

Besides, I'm done with Ellistar, and I'm about to head to Frontera, at this time.

Am I being danced with his palm?

I don't know that. If Lelia has been in contact with me for the first time, I can't say that Jerez, the Lord God, has already been in contact with me.

If the contact with Jerez, the main goddess, the beautiful goddess I met in that slum temple, were supposed to be friendly, then the sequence wouldn't allow Lelia, who naturally comes under Jerez, to do whatever she wants with me, I guess. Probably.

Too convenient for you?

It's just that at least they're "watching" me. That's all I can say.

Otherwise, I'd have felt like a Tuaf, too.

Ishur just stood on the spot blindly.

On the morning of the third day after leaving Ellistar, Ishur stood again on that hilltop, safely through the baron's territory, overlooking Aarhus and even Frontera.

It has been about the full moon since then, the season is already early winter, the bright and sunny sky is clear, and you can clearly pass yourself to the far side of the horizon without any temper, even to the end of Frontera. Imal and Gorn were there then. At the end of the road was a luggage truck carrying a grass whistling child.

I'm alone now.

Ahead, Frontera has Seville and Imal, as well as that court magician girl. And to the left of sight, to the east of Frontera, to the other side of the series of low mountains, is Alva, the capital of the borderline uncle. Ravelt Behm is there. Then he shifted his gaze further to the left, and Kusim, the Red Emperor Dragon, should be around in the mountains that get steeper and deeper.

If we go over there, what do we have?

I may end up fighting the Red Emperor Dragon.

Is what Lelia said a warning? Or is it also a provocation, some kind of trap, to make you fight the Red Emperor Dragon?

A trap is fine. Even if this magnificent scenery, dancing in the palms of the gods, I'm just going my way.

Ishur went down the hill and walked ahead.