Ishur broke up with Gorn and the others and kept walking silently down the street path.
For some reason, feelings are blocked and loneliness creeps up on my chest.
The ambush of Gorn et al., that would be like some sort of power reconnaissance. Or take it back, like?
They are not simply assassins directed at Ishl. Their request is not an assassination of Ishur or anything, but a form of intelligence activity.
Their real client, of course, can't be identified, but it's easy enough to estimate. If it is within the kingdom, it will be around the great nobility with territory in the land away from Ellistar, if it is outside the country, it will be around those involved in intelligence of other nations, except the Holy Kingdom and the main mountain of the diocesan Church?
The Cathedral Church would be less responsive but easier to gather elaborate information. The temple of the Cathedral Church is located everywhere and, of course, in Ellistar. Precious bitch, I am routinely involved with people of all walks of life, regardless of the difference between rich and poor. Naturally, the same would apply to the Holy Kingdom, which is deeply connected to the Cathedral Church.
At the moment we are not yet aware of the murder of Baron Brigal and the destruction of his castle, they, the Powers, who are far from Ellistar, may not consider it a matter of urgency, even if they are to be informed of the details of the incident after this and learn of the appearance of the heir to the sword of Yveda.
But if they had stationed intermediaries in Ellistar and its neighborhoods, what would they think when they saw the tragedy of Ellistar Castle, those engaged in intelligence? Among them, the handkerchiefs themselves have powerful local financial power and connections of what they do not possess, plus those whose home country cannot be described as friendly with the kingdom, or in hostile relationships, would they not want to know whether their heirs used mostly Lehne-style magic implements, how much magic they could use, and, if possible, to check directly with the person, and if so, whether their heirs' trends are to escape from the country, to minister to some royal or aristocratic family?
Didn't they ask Gorn and others, through intermediaries? Contact the heir of Yveda's sword, check his abilities directly, and find out where he's headed and what he's trying to do. If possible, you can dispose of it.
If Ishur and the knowledgeable Gorn are the perfect people to make that request.
Ishur thought about what it meant as he walked down the road to top-down.
I knew from the beginning what position I would be in if I used the magic equipment of the wind flashly. It's something I've been prepared to predict for a long time.
But I still can't stop feeling blocked when I face that thing like this.
From now on I have to be completely away from one of the people I've been close to. From now on, you won't be able to walk away with it. You won't even be able to take a close road.
Even though my hometown can disappear and even that close person can only count.
It was harder for Ishur than to get caught up in the thoughts and strife of kingdoms, diocesan churches, lords and other powerful people, as a result of which their relationship with the people of the city well would be cut off.
But on the other hand, it was a harvest to have two wizards at that party.
They and the court magician's girl, the Bersch family had, now the magic equipment they own, the tattoo of Tsaf, the story of Braga I heard from Gorn.
The magic appliances and wizards that exist in this world, the revelations of their power, are becoming visible, although their contours are blurred.
We should not decide yet. As Gorn said, it is forbidden to be alarmed.
Ishur raised his face and looked away, wandering from Frontera in the south towards the mountains in the east.
But with my power, it depends on the way you fight, no matter what kind of opponent you are, no, you can definitely win, and it's also certain that you're realizing that.
How about you, Red Emperor Dragon?
Ishur turned his gaze toward the eastern mountains and kept staring.
Though Ishur did not stop the daytime journey from that day forward, in unpopular streets he ran with magical assistance, and if the forest appeared on the left and east side of the street, he purposefully bypassed the street and entered the forest, traveling kicking the warcraft he sometimes met. If there is an ambush or surveillance of any kind, it is to be reproached, and if there are followers, it is to be scattered. They won't be able to flatter everything either, because they'll be all the professionals on that path.
But I would like to forgive you any more of the encounters with people like Gorn and others who come directly to Ishur.
Ishur decided to avoid any unnecessary contact with them.
Ishur didn't even try to recall the Spirit by looking for some unpopular, convenient spot on his way south down the street anymore.
Because if I had to, I would have gotten a response that I could call them in, and somehow intuitively figured it out. It was because he realized that the Spirit should not be recalled to the murmur without purpose, and that there were other important elements in casting a spell and exercising magic, whether it was a spirit recall or not.
casting a spell and activating magic that cannot happen in the previous world, so you do get some new feeling and maybe a peek into the world.
But that's not all.
Activating a magic spell, it's having a magic fixture with that ability, perhaps remembering the exact spell wording, and one more thing.
It's about what's deep inside you, about your memories, your thoughts, your emotions, your senses, what you can't say, what you pull over them, or what you face and feel.
The depths of magic are not only outside themselves, they also exist inside themselves, in their depths.
On the fifth day after he left Aarhus and was in the ambush of Gorn and the others, he crossed Baron Sino's territory into King's territory, and also through the village of Rajid, where he heard the ferocious news of the village of Bersch from Seville, Ishur was finally about to enter downtown Frontera.
In the end, whether Ishur's actions worked or happened, he was able to get here without anyone's overt contact from then on. Once in the kingdom, the possibility of surveillance and contact between forces outside the royal family and the court would be much less.
Ishur set Frontera at present to loosen her guard and decided to walk normally down the street.
Its frontera streets split into two strands before entering downtown. If you go right, you will eventually hit the same river Benelus on a quiet path scattered with fields and farmers and miscellaneous woods if you go left, with several docks facing the river Benelus that flow east to west of the city, a bustling lower town with shops, warehouses, etc., and exit in front of a bridge with a splendid bridge tower connecting Frontera Castle, also known as Grand Duke Antios Castle.
Ishur's aim, the headquarters of the Frontera Chamber of Commerce, was on the road to the left, in a painting of the city's upper-class manor streets, lined with nobles living in Frontera and their separate mansions, as well as the mansions and headquarters of the rich merchants, ahead of them crossing the Baenels River and passing in front of the castle.
Ishur walked left-hand on a crowded two-strand parting road with luggage cars and cluttered passers-by, relaxing ahead. It is now noon and the weather is good, and Frontera, located in the south-central part of the continent, can still feel warm and cheerful this season.
Down the road, the congestion of the streets, which were as twofold as just now, also became quiet as lies, with a rich countryside on the left side of the road, to the east. As soon as it also crossed the loose hill onto the road, a large bridge tower of the bridge over the Baenels River was seen ahead.
To the left and right of the bridge, on both sides stood two tall bridge towers to cross the road. People crossing the bridge are sparse, and there has been no interrogation by guards, etc.
Ishur crossed the bridge as it was. A slightly shorter bridge tower consolidated both sides of the bridge midway through the bridge, and there was a castle gate ahead of the crossing. The door is open, and there's no guard-like appearance there either. On the left side of the castle gate, the east side is connected to the walls facing the river Behnels. A small cobblestone square runs through the gate, with the inner castle gate further to the left and the walls leading to the back. On the right side of the square were several buildings and the temple of the Cathedral Church.
Frontera Castle is a complete flat castle. There will also be a castle wall that forms an outline at the end of the city that faces the right side of this small square. And inside the walls on the other side, there are probably multiple moats and walls. I suppose there is Palazzo Antios, the castle of the Grand Duke, in the centre of it, but now separated by the walls that soar in front of me, I saw nothing from Ishur.
From the right side of the square stretches three paths: the road that leads along the river, the road that passes by the side of the temple, and the road that leads behind the walls.
The directions to the main office that Ishur was hearing from Imal are all around here. Which way can I go to the target mansion?
Somehow I decide to choose the path in the middle, the path beside the temple.
After a while, the building became more spacious, and in the meantime entered a manor town with spicy yarn cedar and sometimes a mixture of maple, nan and other broad-leaved trees.
Young men riding in plain clothes down the cobblestone path, well-dressed gentlemen and ladies with their servants, walk quietly and come and go. There are few carriages to and from. In kingdoms nobility and the wealthy are usually on foot unless they are also away.
Ishur stopped and confirmed his outfit. It's not a country smell or anything of poor quality, but it's a travel costume and it's somewhat dirty. Ishur's current outfit was somewhere out of place around here or not, it was a subtle place.
Ishur loosened his steps and ruled out the typical mansion he pulled into the back of the road, turning his attention to the shop-like building that stood relatively by the road, with decorative signs appearing like an iron tang and grass pattern or a flashy decorative portal with the name of the store and the crest of the store on it, and proceeded to look left and right at both sides of the pretend road.
Some time later, at the gate facing the right of the road, a building was found relieved with the Frontera Chamber of Commerce. The gate is open.
On either side of the gate stands a well maintained hedge, behind the gate unbeaten by other houses, and a splendid three-story stone building. The entrance is a complex sculpted, heavy wooden kannon opening door.
Is there Mr. Seville and the others in this building?
Ishur looked up at the building of the prestigious Frontera Chamber of Commerce headquarters.
This is a little hard to get into from the surface.
Ishur walked straight past the store wondering if he could turn back and walked toward the green mansion next door. Then, from that mansion, we hear the sound of strings, similar to the lute we often see in the kingdom.
That's a song I've heard somewhere, and I stopped for a while and listened to it, and on the way, uh, that child's grass whistle, on the hill in front of Aarhus, overlapped with the song of the child's blowing grass whistle sitting behind the luggage car and the song of the string.
Oh, isn't that the same song then? Sure, I thought you said that kid used to be popular at Frontera.
Heh heh. I didn't think you could hear it again at Frontera.
Ishur felt rather delighted by the little coincidence, and turned his attention to the sound streaming across the trees as he was invited to the song.
The grounds of the mansion, the garden surrounded by greenery, had several tables, where people sat sparsely and bickered.
Tea party or something? Or a store like an open cafe? That's Frontera, isn't it pretty fashionable?
And, not long after I think, there are those who wave their hands this way from behind the people's seats. Small hands on black sleeves.
That court magician's girl was waving.
Towards Ishur.
Ishur's delightful mood quickly disappeared somewhere and somehow was replaced by something heavier and heavier.
Ishur named the two facing each other as bumpy combos with two concave concaves. Of course that's a story in his heart alone.
"What's wrong? I don't feel well."
"No. Nothing"
Ishur struggled to fix his expression. Ever.
Ever since I sat across from them at this table.
On Ishur's right he held a small pottery with both hands, a female demon mentor drinking tea with a puffed face, on the left he wore an out of place white dress, with a tiara on his blonde head, a maiden who looked raucous, or a child, sitting.
It was the court demon guide girl who used the magic of fire in that fire dragon crusade who had waved at Ishur.
Seville told me about the ferocity, and the kid who grabbed Ishur on his way to the village of Bersch and said one thing he didn't get the guidelines for right now, finally said, "Because I'm waiting. Ishur, hang in there," is the girl who's been calling me.
Ishur solidified on the spot and cruised for a moment to go to her.
Why are you here?
There's no way this is a coincidence. I can't believe you're in the store next door to the Frontera Chamber of Commerce headquarters at this time.
The alarm boils over that they were completely targeted and ambushed. Perhaps on the way to Frontera, Ishur was at least fully tailed and watched since entering the kingdom.
That girl knows Ishl is an apprentice at the Frontera Chamber of Commerce. And coming back here to see Seville and the others, I might have heard from them then and knew.
Unless the opponent uses magic or not, Ishl cannot very well see through it if he is tailed and watched by someone who is professionally involved in intelligence. That was nice of you.
Besides, I don't know, I have a bad feeling this spine's gonna freeze too.
Um, what the hell is that white, sparkling thing that gleams from next door to the courtroom magician's girl, between the gentlemen and ladies who collude gracefully?
I feel like that's probably who this chill is.
But Ishur also had something to tell the court magician's girl.
I really need to talk to you about something important.
Ishur gave up and started walking to her as she sighed small.
The area is surrounded by slightly red-leaved green trees, with a bright and light accent by a white cloth spread over the table. The people sitting at the table drinking tea, or eating, initially turned an inexplicable gaze when Ishur came inside, but when they found out that he was walking toward a witch with a large cane in a black robe, they stopped looking at him at the same time as if they had signed up, completely ignoring him and treating him like something that didn't exist at all.
Ishur walked powerless and alone in his heart.
That would be so. It must be quite expensive both in this store and around here, but you will rarely see such a place, with a big wand on the table and some wizard dressed in a black costume.
From a third party's point of view, the wizard would seem so much more out of place than himself in a slightly out of place outfit.
And the white thing next to it.
That white thing makes big eyes shitty, strong, something more exciting and energetic than a token, and I stare at Isul with a little excitement.
Ishur silently came to their table and sat in an empty seat without any greeting.
The back of the chair goes back without sound.
Nice chair.
Exactly a luxury store. Plus, it's Frontera.
Frontera is a metropolitan city that rivals the king's capital and the kingdom.
Ishur fumbled at the emotion of not caring before the two of them sat across the street.
"Hissing, Ishl"
A witch sitting on her right hand called out.
"Four."
A roar or a snort!? I think I just heard something terrific.
Don't look, never. The white ones are ignored for now.
"I'm sorry, but I don't even know who you are."
Ishur said, looking at the girl who had called out, hissing.
I know they are court magicians. I'm not supposed to feel comfortable being present.
"... that?
The witch said softly and in a small voice. He may just look a little cute with his neck hanging.
Is that it? I don't think so.
"Didn't I tell you?
I didn't say.
……
Ishur nodded silently, facelessly, silently, as he penetrated as much as he could in his heart.
"Yes...... I'm sorry, Ishr. I named one of your shops..."
The courtroom magician smiled, not changing his expression very much. That smile I only saw once before.
"My name is Mary, Mary Aeren"
Aeren. It's definitely the Earl's house with territory in the northwest of the kingdom. She must be from the Earl's house or the clan.
"Say hello."
Ishur said, tilting his neck.
You won't have to name me again from here. She knows this one very well. But is that it? Should I stand out of a chair, put my left hand against my chest, stand on my right knee, and kneel, even in your formal manner against a woman?
I know my demeanor is disrespectful. But now, yes.
I'm next to her more than that, I have to do something about the white I've been saying hoo-hoo for a while now.
You can't ignore it forever.
"So, who's your princess?
Ishur looked at Marya and asked.
I'm afraid, not very much, but I can't speak directly.
"Oh, finally. Is that good?
The white one looks at the black wizard and asks.
And Mary nodded, and the white thing stretched out his breasts, and looked firmly at Ishul, and said:
"My name is Petra, Petra Ladis. How do you do?"
My nose seemed white and visible.