Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

There is the capital of the borderline uncle, the northeast of downtown Alva, a mountain hem that stretches long west from the eastern mountain range, and the castle of the borderline uncle, Alva Castle, in its hills. It is also known as Bemstra Palace because of its ancient name in the neighborhood.

Alva Castle comprises a water borehole drawn from the river Behnels, which flows south of the city on its outer contour, hilly hem, and also has a wide range of water boreholes between the centre of the castle and the inner contour. And in the form of a moat that bisects the center of the castle, the corridor in the shape of a Co circled the castle, making it adjacent to the corridor, and countless other facilities existed, such as the residence of the lord, the castle tower, between the sight and other halls large and small, the accommodation for guests, the gardens, the working government offices of the officials and the residence of the servants.

On its south side, it connected to the main entrance of the castle, and there was a figure walking at a foot speed, unhesitatingly ringing the altogether unpopular corridor, one, the katsun, the katsun and the tall shoe noise, other than when some event was executed, such as when welcoming guests.

The corridor of Alva Castle is widely known for its beautiful setting. Beautifully curved, arched white columns stood on both sides of the corridor, and the floor was covered with delicate, understated white marble.

The person walks down the white road.

The person then crosses the water moat that separates the centre of the castle and proceeds to the centre of Alva Castle.

Its pleasant, then somewhere cold, footsteps finally tried to get closer to the ruler of this castle, Uncle Borderline, but showed no discretion or threat, not even its shards, sounding louder and higher, breaking through the silence around.

Eventually, the figure appeared in front of a wide hall where nightclubs and celebrations were sometimes held during the gaze facing the corridor.

During the sight, eight columns of the same arch form stretch further up to the ceiling, supporting the entire building blowing out to the top.

The corridor turns north at right angles here. At the far back of the corridor stretching north of it is the office of the person's aiming borderline uncle.

From the corridor, the person stepped straight into the corridor and crossed dignified diagonally, without any hesitation, during the gaze, which usually prevented the castle people from entering unnecessarily, and returned to the corridor again.

The person used a shortcut between the sights.

The person continued to walk in the same condition on the corridor stretching north, and eventually stopped in front of a large door facing the outside of that corridor when the deepest part of the north, the corridor, now came to the corner turning east. At the same time, without a moment's delay, the door was opened for a kannon opening, revealing the figure of an old man dressed in black clothes from the indoor.

The room was surrounded by calm black and brown wooden slab walls, with several chairs, conditioning items and several other servants standing on the wall with correct posture.

This room will probably be between refraining from going to the office of the borderline uncle. The old man said he would finally bow down with his left hand against his chest to the person standing at the entrance to the room.

Your father is waiting for you.

The person nodded silently, entering the room.

Let's do it with sandalwood, some paperwork cluttered on a heavy desk of fun, his eyes turned tired of them, and Borderline uncle, Revert Behm, took a deep sigh.

Shift your hips slightly in front of your seat. To match his sigh, a tall chair with intricate sculptural decorations made a small noise and flexed.

The document on the desk, at the top of it, was a letter delivered the other day by the Baron Brigal family. Next to it was Ektor Bersch, and an oral statement on the magic fixture of Bersch's lord Lehne, signed by a disturbed handwriting. The dictation was dirty with blood by the way, and I could easily think of what state the Bersch homeowner dictated and how that might be.

Turning a blind eye from that dictum, Leavert glanced at the Baron Brigall's letter. Raise your body and put your right elbow on the desk, hold your forehead. A deep wrinkle was engraved between the eyebrows, and its positive face was distorted.

It was found in the letter of the Baron Brigal family that the boy suspected of having the magic fixture of the wind was the same person as the suspected boy at the time of Lehne's burning death, and that the magic fixture of the wind had likely been transferred by him before Lehne's burning, in the form of an addendum to Ector's oral statement, along with a report that he had been lurked in Ellistar.

That was testified by a girl from the village of Bersch who was in friendship with the suspected boy, protected after the incident in the village of Bersch, he said.

When Leavert read the letter, he decided what a frigid and credible thing to do, but it was this morning that the astonishing news came from Ellistar that the boy had murdered the barons and destroyed Ellistar Castle with powerful magic.

Leavert let his gaze wander to see somewhere far away and now put his hands together in front of his own body.

The heir to the sword of Yveda, once also known as the Sword of the Kingdom, actually existed.

Now I still don't know where the boy is. I'm almost certain that the boy left Eristar, but I can't predict what it's like to be back in the village of Bersch or trying to escape the pursuit of the kingdom out of the country.

I've just called the clerks who work in the interior and exterior affairs and the head of the second cavalry division and arranged to grasp the boy's footsteps, but this one's aim to discover, capture, or hire, and draw the boy into the Red Emperor Dragon Crusade sitting in Kusim will not be so easy to carry.

The boy became a great sinner in the kingdom. But the royal family will also try to get the boy without putting such a thing aside, and the lay may enter from the Holy King's kingdom.

The problem is if the boy finds out about the order for a mandatory investigation into the Bersch family that he gave to Brigal. If that happens, all this thought and craftsmanship will collapse, and perhaps our family will follow the same fate as Brigal.

Anyway, the key is to find that boy as soon as possible. If he learns of the orders he gave Brigal, he must do his best to be flexible and avoid his reprisals. What way would there be to make him soft and on his side? Money, honor, woman, or sincerity? In some cases, it may be a good idea to preach a broad public path, justice. That depends on who the boy is.

I still don't have the details, but I have destroyed Brigal's castle. Just drown in my magical powers, and don't worry if the indistinguishability of youth caused it. But if you went home to house as a stop to political annihilation, or if you have any other intentions or thoughts, you have to be seen as someone who, though young, is not a glimmer. If that were the case, it would be necessary to open my chest collar, expose everything and persuade me with all my strength with reason. It is not something that can be managed by preaching gold, honor, or utter justice.

There's nothing more I can do about the Baron's house. You don't have to think about it, it's over. They failed. The royal family will not tolerate this lapse. The Baron family will undoubtedly become the Abandoned Duke and the Territory will be served. If it's normal time, this one is just another. I'm sorry, but not now. The Count of Ove will be asked to confirm the situation on the ground and maintain security for the time being. Naturally ministers and knights will also be distributed from the royal family. The former Baron Territory would be the direct seat of the royal family for the time being.

Leavert rose out of his chair, laying the documents on his desk on his own, and pulled them off the edge.

There is a slightly sarcastic grin on that face.

It's not nice for anyone who's coming to this room to see the blood stain paperwork.

Leavert put his hand on his chin as he lowered his hips to the chair.

who he called. When you think of that person, the next thing he thinks is a bit of a dictate.

This is the situation between the Red Emperor Dragon and Kusim.

The first wave I sent to Kusim, our First Knights, two hundred infantry soldiers on horseback, three wizards serving our house, the Siege Great Crossbow Five, the Heavy Corps and others, which I convened and organized from the inhabitants, ended up being almost wiped out, with the exception of the rear Heavy Corps.

On the other hand, the mercenary units, which had been manipulated and arranged into local guilds with large amounts of money, were also useless.

The attack was carried out with the positive method of holding the Red Emperor Dragon in the main with its mercenary unit, the demon conductor and archers, looking at the gap and shooting in the Great Crossbow, and, in addition, having the knights disembarked in the mountains stormed as heavy infantry, but as a result, the Red Emperor Dragon was not able to strike at all and, on the contrary, the troops on the front line were devastated by a powerful counterattack.

But you can't be arching your hands like this. If we do not revive Kusim's silver mining any sooner or later, we will be driven to ruin.

You can't rely on a boy with the sword of Yveda.

Recently, I received a tip that several court magicians will be dispatched by the royal family in the near future. Next time, we have to make a trump card with their help.

There's a knock on the door.

Are you here?

Raveld's idea broke off there.

When he corrected his posture, he spoke to the family decree, which would be outside the door, and invited the visitor into the office.

One person has walked wide down the long corridor, the person stands in front of Leavert.

"Father. Rifia Behm, I am here for you."

There was a beautiful silver-haired girl in front of Leavert.

Ravelt smiled and saw his own daughter, Rifia.

Her origins were white tights on black leather boots, and how many daughters, even though she merely strangled tunics of the same color with thin black belts, she was rudely rude to get out in front of Uncle Borderline herself.

But I can't see the wind cowering her about it.

"Were you still out there today?"

She smiled. Long, beautiful silver hair shakes slightly.

"Yes, Father"

"Right."

You two don't talk a lot. If she puts her face on the squadron, they all get excited and encourage training, from the Horseman above to the New American soldier below.

Ravelt's "right" meaning was in agreement with her intentions to break her heart to increase the morale and sophistication of the soldiers.

"So what did you do today?"

Her grin grew louder. But in those blue eyes, a sharp light emerges, different from a soft grin.

"Lightly target twenty archers and twenty spear soldiers"

"Right."

This is the usual thing, too. She simultaneously auditioned archers for spear soldiers and forty others.

Borderline uncle daughter Rifia Behm, she possessed one of several magic implements said to be a royal treasure, a magic device known as the "arrow of the martial arts". It is a magic tool that bears the name of the god of war, Irbez the Martial God.

It was precisely magic to fight, to move faster, to increase strength, to harden one's body, that is, to dramatically improve the strength of arms, legs, etc. throughout the body, and at the same time to harden the flesh itself, the protective equipment to be worn, to increase defense, to activate magic specialized in unsystem-assisted combat. It was precisely the royal “treasure" worthy of calling it, adding the ability to improve motor vision, expand field of view, and sense signs of intent to kill, as well as enhancing every ability to such an extent that it is very uncomparable with existing homogeneous magic implements. Those who knew the royal magic apparatus, the "arrow of the martial arts", described her magic apparatus as “the magic apparatus of miracles”, in which the very power of the martial arts to fight was revealed on earth.

Why Rifia was to have a rare magic fixture, also known as the royal treasure, stems from the fact that her grandfather, the father of Leavert, and Klaez were the royal departure, which was also the younger brother, the king brother, of Aguez, the previous king.

Kraes preferred a ploy to a lust for power more than he did when he was younger, neglected from Aguez, and sent away for adoption by the Borderline Uncle family away from the King's capital, but he had inherited one of the royal magic implements for a long time. That was the royal treasure “the arrow of the martial arts". He himself did not prefer sword martial arts, and there were no great anomalies or unrest in or around his own territory in his reign, and he did not visit the opportunity to use his magic tools effectively in his lifetime, but it is no different that the "arrow of the martial arts” was the supreme magic tool to protect himself. And when his death approached, Klaez besides his own sons gave his magic implements to Liphia, the eldest daughter and granddaughter of Levelt, who had shown and drowned in many ways excellent qualities from childhood.

Afterwards, with the help of its rare magic tools, Liphia advanced herself to the point of “light” archery against forty soldiers at the age of fifteen.

"... so I called today."

Leavert pulled in a grin and tightened his expression.

"We've talked about this before, but it's about our presence in Kusim."

"Yes."

But she doesn't change her expression with a smile on her face. The sharp light in my eyes weakens rather.

"Frontera insinuated that a court magician was to be sent shortly. Finally."

"Hehe."

She laughed out loud.

White luxurious hands are placed on thinly open lips, not thought to favor martial arts.

Finally, I look like the Red Emperor Dragon. She's happy about it. Though he is my father, so much so that he accidentally voices a laugh before the head of the Borderline Uncle family.

Ravelt grinned troubled at the appearance.

"There are four magicians to be dispatched, broken down by…"

Leavert tightens his expression and explains the name of the Mage Master and the publicly known magic they use.

"Tomorrow I will call the Second Knight Commander and officially lay down my life. I'll have you present when I do."

"Yes, Father"

She gave a full smile and replied with a voice that came off as she sang.

"At that time, let's discuss the formation and operation of the troops"

Lifia narrowed her beautiful cleavage eyes.

Leavert reads and voices her subtle facial changes.

My daughter is not just superior to martial arts.

"I wonder if the measures have come to mind yet"

"Yes, it's already in my belly"

Her eyes opened. The color of the blue eyes changes to red.

Ravelt shook.

Her blue eyes turn red when her magic fixture is activated. It was said that the royal magic apparatus, the "arrow of the martial arts", dwells in the body of those who possess it.

Father.

She said, slightly reinforcing the sound and narrowing her demonic glowing eyes again.

"Let's try to complete the Red Emperor Dragon Crusade. I'll take care of it."