There are three splendid stone bridges on the Benelus River flowing through Frontera, which are overhanging.
The most easterly, upstream bridge was the bridge that connects to the Grand Duke Castle with its splendid bridge tower, the most pedestrian bridge across the centre of the city, and the least westerly, downstream bridge, which Ishur crossed today as he entered downtown Frontera, was a large bouncing bridge with an upper tall tower.
Ishur turned to the north side of the Baenels River and crossed the bridge in the middle, but looking west from the top of the bridge, he saw a bouncing bridge with two large towers of stone across the many river ships lying on the north bank of the river. The movable part of the bridge girder was made of wood reinforced by a rugged iron frame, and although the multiple bundled chains that raised and lowered the bridge girder could be seen from afar, it was like a huge castle gate.
The Baenels River also goes downstream from here on out. I guess it's to bring a large ship into the center of the city that can't defeat the mast or remove it, but that stone sturdy looking tower also combines the defense of the south of the city and the northwest of Grand Duke Castle's outer contour with the fact that the bridge is a bouncing bridge.
At the end of Ishur's crossing bridge, at the opposite end of the shore, it crossed the riverbank road and was crowded with many people to cross. On both sides of the road and on the banks of the river stands a large stone building in astonishment. Ishur laid down his body in a motion accustomed to the crowd, twisting obliquely and moving forward.
Cross the river and break the second sidewalk to the right. And further down the first sidewalk to the left. The road was on a gentle slope, and Ishur slowly climbed up that slope.
Eventually I saw a large vertebrate tree marked on my right hand side. A house with its trees on the property becomes the temporary residence of Seville and others.
Sidewalk in front of a large vertebrate tree, climbing the stairs. That would be the old house with the yellow western lacquer in the back of the front. The house had no entrance or exit facing the stairs, and stepped from the left side of the stairs into the vertebral trees and some trees, into the garden covered with grass flowers, and Ishur let in the rest.
"Yes."
A woman can be heard from behind. It's Furne's voice.
Even though it had only been about a month since he broke up with them, Ishur felt his chest beat. And nostalgia has crept up at the same time.
"Ishur!"
Furne jumped at Ishl as he came out from behind the building.
Ishur's mother, Roussi, was younger, and more idle than Furne. But Ishur felt the warmth of being embraced by her true mother.
"Welcome home, Ishur. You're home safe and sound."
Seville said with a smile on her face, but with a sense of gravity somewhere.
There, a boy from the same village, a merchant apprentice and arguably a disciple, lived out of danger, because of a sense of generosity, but therefore, rather than having already heard what had happened in Ellistar, he felt that he had some kind of entrustment to it, and there were different and heterogeneous signs of joy, relief, etc.
In contrast, I sit across from Ishul at the table, Imal next to Seville smiles, this one is completely unyielding and too smiling to feel uncomfortable in another way.
The two returned from a branch of the Chamber of Commerce on the riverbank a little later than Ishur's visit.
After sharing the joy of the reunion for a whole minute, everyone looked at Ishur's expression, and no, considering his circumstances, Furne took his seat off when he prepared for dinner, and Seville set up a place where Ishur and Ishur could talk calmly with him.
While Ishur was suspicious of the contrasting reactions emanating from the two of them, he managed to calm his feelings and talk as they were about the tragic situation in the village of Bersch, which he had just seen. A part of the story I heard from the apprentice knight who was coming around the village at that time, and about the story from Melilla, lay low and spoke abbreviated.
"And I'm going to have to tell you what I've been keeping a secret from both of you, no, I haven't told anyone."
Listening to the village of Bersch, to Seville, who is distorting and leaning down on its contents, to Immal, who is just a spicy look by pulling his smiley face in, Ishl told the story of the witch of the forest, the Lehne wind magic fixture, who was taken in by his own body, that he had kept the matter secret without telling anyone, that with his power he had destroyed the castle of Ellistar, murdered Baron Brigal, killed his family and destroyed the village, which also lay down a part of it.
"... If I had made this public sooner, if I had served the royal family like Lene once did, it would have been like the village would have been attacked if the Red Dragon Emperor had come out. I have a great responsibility for the village."
Ishur did not lower his face, but quietly looked at the two faces and spoke.
Neither to Seville nor Imal, I don't feel surprised by Ishl's story. They seemed to already know not only that the culprits of the murder of Brigal and the destruction of Ellistar Castle were Ishur, but also that Ishur had the magic of the wind at that time, and that Ishur was the owner of the legendary wind magic of the forest witch Rene, the sword of Yveda.
Seville, who had put his arms together and stared at Ishl as he stared from the bottom down into a top-down addition and subtraction, raised his upper body, and now looked Ishl in the eye from the front and said.
"Since then, please be kind to the young woman wizard that she is serving the court. I don't know much about Ellistar's situation or about you, and I already want to talk to him."
Ishur's eyes narrowed slightly.
Definitely.
It was not only the situation in Ellistar, but at least part of a series of stories about the magic fixture of the wind that Ishur told the two of them with bitter thoughts, which had already been told to them by Marya.
Marya not only had contact with the Chamber of Commerce headquarters, but also with Seville and others. And move directly yourself.
The royal family even came to the court magician to gather information from Seville and others in a calm fashion for the time being.
After this, will the kingdom ever take Seville and others hostage against Ishl?
I still really care about that.
But if that's what you mean, by the time I asked the royal family to rebuild the village of Bersch, it doesn't make any sense anymore. Ahead, the rebuilt village itself will be held hostage.
Would there be a way to be free without worrying about such a thing from the kingdom?
There is only one thing about that. It's about being stronger yourself. Like the Red Emperor Dragon, for example. It can only become a being with the power to fear that if you are angry, you will be ravaged of all the land and destroy the country.
The Magic Fixture of the Wind, the Magic Fixture of God, has its power.
"Instead, they asked me about you. I've spoken a lot to the Sorcerer. The story I hear from her is faster in detail than the information you get at the Merchant Guild here in Frontera, which has great power. I couldn't resist that charm."
Seville can't possibly understand Ishl's insides, so she keeps talking.
Is that what you mean?
Perhaps Marya not only told me about Ellistar's situation on exchange terms, but also told me that I was the owner of the wind magic fixture, which means I used it as a call-water.
Ishur pulled the jaw he was lifting a little. The face becomes the imaginary face.
Seville and Imal, I can't say that the knowledge of the two Ishurs is one of the matters that the kingdom's exchangers would most like to know. Of course there is no information there about magic, but there is an accumulation of vivid information about Isul's birth, his family, personality, personality, etc.
I just don't know how far Marya's collected information about Ishur has reached the royal family and court. If the information she collects alone, it is up to her discretion to inform the centre how far. You can squeeze the information you don't want to let me know. It is possible that Petra, my father's archduke, is in between and doing it. Marya has a special relationship with Petra.
Don't tell me everything you collect, keep anything important hidden on hand. This can be a big hand in time and in some cases.
A good example is Velis, who only gets halfway information and has made a wrong decision against Ishur. The Grand Duke may gain a better position when it comes to informing and not informing others of the royal family.
Ishul, he that hath the sword of Yveda, is so.
Ishur felt like throwing up a huge sigh inside. What a smelly story for myself.
"Your birth, your temperament, your potential future as a merchant, and the information about you have become very valuable after Ellistar's incident. Even after I found out about the incident, that witch told me about you as she asked me. What I did was like I sold you half of the time. I hope you forgive me."
Seville puts a grudge in Ishl, but there is no colour for reflection in his expression, but rather a harsh gaze at Ishl.
"... do you understand? Ishl."
So Seville loosened her expression.
"As a merchant, I wanted to return to Ellistar as soon as possible and reopen the Chamber of Commerce. That's all there was to fast and accurate information about Ellistar, against the backdrop of the power of the kingdom she brings."
Seville continues the conversation.
"Sometimes people do things for their goals, for their benefit, sometimes they don't want to, sometimes they do things that step on others. I don't want to deny it all. One is not as complete as the gods. And there are times when one's will and thoughts have to be done at the expense of something."
Seville cut one end of the line there.
And I said, strengthening my gaze again.
"Ishur, you're a smart girl. Nothing is wrong with you keeping the possession of the wind magic fixture a secret. Given your age at that time, it was a great, hard-working decision."
But I had memories and experiences of my previous life. We should have made a better decision.
"I'm sure that was the best decision you could make, both for yourself and for the whole village. If you had come up with a name, Faro would have built a cabin in the woods and locked you up. It's hard to think that I would have used you to rebuild the Bersch family, but if I had, you would have gone to King's Capital and kept your parents apart. He could have been a disciple of the court magician, put on surveillance, and if he could, he could have been killed by depriving you of your windy magic gear, or caught up in court politics. You don't have a strong bloodline to hold you back. If anything, they would have killed me right away if it was a child. What would the Bersch family have done if that had happened? There would have been some kind of wave between the royal family and the court and the village of Bersch. Your judgment was utterly honest without creating a useless wave of wind for yourself, your family and your village. At that point, who the hell can predict that the village will fall into place in the future? You can't blame yourself. Your judgment was accurate. You're not responsible."
Seville said with a breath that she would speak at once.
"Actually, it has nothing to do with that, and you may have had a reason to keep your magic gear secret just for yourself. But I can't blame you for using you for trading materials to get back into business a little faster. Everyone is doing something more or less similar. As I said, one can do nothing without causing any inconvenience to those around him, causing no damage, and predicting and doing things like that."
At that time, I was just thinking about myself. All I thought about was protecting myself. That turned out to be no good for the family or the village for now, that's all. I was not an eight-year-old child as I was born, if I was a good old adult, wouldn't it have been natural to have some consideration for my own family and my hometown? That's all I thought about, if I just kept a secret, I would protect myself and not have to bother or worry about my family.
So right now, I'm being annoyed by regret.
Seville was desperate in Seville. I don't think it's very convincing, in return for finding out about Ellistar's situation, I'm trying to sue Ishur for being irresponsible until I make a story about him telling Marya about Ishur's personal information.
"The story is the same after the Red Emperor Dragon showed up at Kusim Silver Mountain. No one could have predicted that the village of Bersch would be there at that point. I don't even know if there is, I don't know if I can beat the Red Emperor Dragon even if I got it, I took a hard means to search for and get the wind magic equipment, I should assume that Baron Brigal and possibly Uncle Borderline are all responsible. No one can predict that if the Red Emperor Dragon attacks Kusim Silver Mountain, they will begin a hard search for the magic of the wind"
Seville's eyes don't move with Ishl in sight.
"You, us, we can't do anything about this."
Ishur almost cried.
More importantly, that feeling of Seville stained me with warmth.
"... thank you, Mr. Seville"
Ishur leaned down and said in a small voice.
……
I'm not getting a response from Seville. When I look up suspiciously, Seville and Imal are smiling at each other.
"Let's talk about this now."
The two have also turned the smile they were seeing at Ishl.
"Actually. I have some good news."
Imal suddenly said with a full grin.
He has taken a small roll of paper from his nostalgia and showed it to Ishl.
"A few days ago, you sent a letter to me from the head office."
Ishur took it and, as he spread it and looked through the contents, shook his body in amazement and opened his eyes wide to meet Seville and the others.
Ishur's wide open eyes are covered with tears.
Something broke. As the water overflows from the broken embankment, what has been retained in Ishl so far is overflowing, and cannot be pressed to a halt.
Seville and Imal took their seats, gripping the spread roll from both sides and embracing each other as if they were squeaking and whimpering Ishur.
You were hiding somewhere and watching, Furne, who was preparing dinner, came into the room and joined the three people who hugged each other.
The roll was a letter from Paulo, whose life and death were unknown, presumably thought to be dead, informing him that the village's survival was dozens, that it was lurking and living in fields hidden and plowed from its lords in the village of Bersch, the so-called Hidden (Kasaba), and survival reports.
On the text spelled out in less masterful characters, only two families, who had settled secretly around Hidden, then happened to go out to neighbouring villages and such on hunting and errands, those who were away from the village, those who were playing on the outer edge of the village and were able to make agile decisions and actions, only a group of children who were mixed up with the old boys, there were certain. Many of the villagers are unaware of the existence of the cover-up. He stole the eyes of the Baron Knights, who were searching the village of Bersch, and took them to hiding in the interest of the land, rescuing them with Paul and several men who were out hunting the same day.
"Something like Hidden is something we do well in a village on the border like the village of Bersch. If the lord knew, the person concerned would be the family, the whole clan, or it would be like being sent to Kusim, but some lords may knowingly miss it. Whatever is harvested in hiding will be the cash income of the house if you do it individually, or if you do it organized in the village, it will be stockpiled in case of famine, etc."
Seville explained that Ishur would sob and calm down.
Neither did Ishr know of the existence of a hiding place in the village of Bersch, but the story of a peasant hiding from his lord and holding a field is held as knowledge from a previous life. There used to be something called hidden fields in Japan. Probably something the Bersch family has been cultivating for a long time in case of famine, battles and other major spending in villages.
This is what Imal would have done. I guess I was stopped from letting Seville know until I finished talking to Ishl.
"It doesn't say where, but it's probably about half a day or a whole day from the village, about where we went over the woods to the northeast. There are several places around here where the forest is broken and the grassland is stretched out."
Imal pulled his smiley face in there and went on to say.
"If Ishur's father were alive, I think it would have been quite written in a letter..."
"That's okay. There's a lot of kids in the village mixed up, so I'm sure there's someone else besides Mr. Paulo who knows."
My father would no longer be alive. But it was really good.
Let's head back to the village someday.
The wind blowing that wheat field, the high and wide blue sky. I want to stand on that familiar trail again someday.
Ishur told Seville and others at noon today that he had informally met with the Grand Duke and asked the Royal Family to work on the reconstruction of the village of Bersch.
Instead, he went to Kusim to participate in the Red Emperor's Dragon Crusade and also to have him quit the Chamber of Commerce.
Ishur glanced down the stairs in front of the house at the large silhouette of a vertebrate tree floating in the night sky.
Ishur will now head to Grand Duke Castle for a face-to-face meeting with the court demon guides who have been sent to Frontera for the Red Emperor Dragon Crusade.
We had dinner with Seville and the others and were to be accommodated during our stay at Frontera.
Royal or Grand Duke, some kind of surveillance would be on, but so far you won't have to worry much.
There was also no strong consolation from Seville when it came to quitting the Chamber of Commerce. They can also easily imagine that the path Ishur is about to take is not that of an ordinary person.
Seville just said, "Be careful, take care of your body". I guess that's about all I could find a word to say to Ishl.
Ishur told Furne that he was going to Grand Duke Castle and that he would be late at night on his return, and asked him to lend him the keys to his house, heading for Grand Duke Castle, opposite the River Benelus, southwest of the city.
"Be careful. Beware."
To go out, Furne has said with a little cloudiness on his face.
It certainly doesn't feel very good, such as heading to the castle at night.
I'm invited this time, I guess in the form of. So maybe not.
But I eat calls from the castle at night, I have to go to the castle, in which case the market is mostly set to be weird.
Ishur arrived at the castle gate of the designated Grand Duke Castle slightly later than the promised time.
I'm meeting Marya tomorrow at noon, the square of the castle gate on the west bridge, the other south side of that gate, the gate that is usually called the west gate.
There is also little shadow here in front of the gate, and there is no one here at night, nor is there anything on the building facing the square that is lit.
The large castle gate, with wide trellises on both sides, had one side of the gate only slightly open. Ishur put his face in the gap and put it in a dull place.
"This evening. Can anyone?"
Only my heart feels much smaller and more attentive to my voice.
I feel there is one sign on both sides of the castle gate. You're asleep or barely moving, and it feels a little vague.
"Oh? What?
After a while, I heard a wild and rough voice from the right side of the tower.
Dobby and a sign of one moving up there.
Eventually two guards appeared in the dark.
"What? What can I do for you?
The man in front raises the cantera and inexorably illuminates Ishur's face from the inside of the gate, staring and calling out.
Ishur named Marya Aeren and told her that she was being called to the castle.
"Huh? You're a court magician. Well? Is there such a stupid story? I'm not listening. Hey."
The man spoke to the guard behind him and said, "You know what?" and so on. The man behind the opposite has a low voice, talking to Boso and having trouble hearing what he's saying.
"Hih."
When those two guards suddenly screamed small, they postured, but stood neatly lined up beside them.
At the end of the gaze of the two men stood a young man, dressed in a black cape and hiding himself all but his head, closed tightly before.
It was sudden. Nor did Ishur see any sign of the man approaching.
Again......
Ishur blurred in his mind.
This young man also possesses magic equipment that disappears or obliterates signs, like Tuaf.
"This evening."
A young man, newly emerged, has spoken with a good taste and a soft feeling.
My age is probably in my early twenties, blonde hair I can tell at night, white skin, a bit clear and crisp feeling. It feels like the nobility of the king's capital.
From this man's yearly outfit, he may be the same man, that man, who was falling beside her by the magic or something, when Marya was exorcising the Fire Dragon along with the Royal Army in Rajid.
"You... do you?
Huh?
What are you talking about?
Who and what has the man done without giving Ishur's name? I guess you don't want the guards in front of you asking about Ishur's name.
"Maybe..."
When Ishur returned it to the half-throw, the man smiled slightly and looked at Ishur's face with such a worthy eye for a moment. And I said one nod.
"Yes. Then after me, follow me"
The man started walking first on his own when he turned his heels back without waiting for Ishur's reply.
……
When Ishur met the guards silently and hard, he quickly slid himself inside into the gap between the open gates and followed behind the man.
The man of the court magician with his feathers woven in a black cape did not even give me a glimpse, instead of speaking to the guards.
Going around the west gate, the cobblestone path stretched to the back in a straight line at the front, and an even larger castle gate was visible beyond it.
Both sides of the road are covered with beautiful trees of appearance. It's only roughly because it's dark, but if you look at it during the day, you might be able to worship beautiful red leaves this season.
The man, though, did not go on the cobblestone path, and immediately turned right and began to walk south along the walls.
Ishur also follows the man in silence.
The man speaks nothing to Ishur and walks further and further silently.
Doesn't feel very good. The same is true of the attitude of the man who goes forward, but in the direction he is headed, there should be no palace or other facility that forms the center of the castle. Will it take you somewhere to the center of the castle and turn left?
After a short walk, a castle wall also appeared on his left hand side. Just south down the path sandwiched between the walls and the walls.
Beyond this is the square, surely there is a squad or stables. I get an increasingly unpleasant feeling.
Then you felt the signs of Ishur's surprise, a man going forward slowed down his steps and lined up beside Ishur.
"You haven't introduced yourself yet. My name is Drate Auben, and I work with Lord Aeren. Greetings."
The man kept talking when he smiled.
"Your name was Ishul, wasn't it? Isle berche, no, Isle ivertas la cres berche, something like that."
Yveltas is like the name of a rank of magician who serves a kingdom or something. It is the highest name, based on the name of the god of the wind. Only Lene has ever been given that name by the royal family. La Cres stands for the Baron. La, that represents a one-generation honorary baron position. This was also done by Lene as Baron Emeritus.
Can I say that my middle name on the continent is similar to the old Japan etc. Titles and titles appointed by the state and the diocesan church fall into it. There are no rituals similar to baptism in the diocese, so there is no baptismal name, etc. Special prefixes and articles of coronation that are not often used in texts may be used.
Is this guy meant to be some kind of irony?
As Ishur pondered on the name of the former Lehne, Dorate somehow fell behind Ishur and called out to him.
"Well, it's time to get started"
At the same time, the ground begins to vibrate slightly. Then right behind Ishur, the ground suddenly began to thrive.
Ishur ran a few steps forward and began to gather the wind over the castle. Gently touch the ring on your left hand side. Looking back, the ground, which had begun to thrive, was already wall-like high and stood in front of Ishl.
Soil! The magic of the earth! Besides, is that unchanging?
Drate has spoken from above its dirt walls. I can see a lot of magic around my chest.
"Welcome to Antios Grand Duke Castle! Mr. Ishr, dinner is for you this evening. I'm going to let you test the power of your magic."
When Drate finished, he flew over to the wall on the right, which was about the same height, disappearing into the shadow of the arrow narrow.
And maybe, the dirt wall starts to move forward. Ishur started running forward making sure he was pushed against the dirt wall.
Keep even running forward, with the magical assistance of the wind on your body, accelerating and not getting drunk by the dirt walls pushing you forward.
A trap. Is this what Marya said during the day, "face-to-face" with other court magicians?
There must be a garrison ahead. That's where the dinner party will be.
I'm being led there now.
Ishur had a slightly sarcastic, fierce grin as he ran.
Isn't that funny?
Just so we're clear, you can jump like this, jump over the walls, and run away.
But isn't there some malice in what Drate calls a "force test"? If you lose the test of strength with the court magic guides, you just have to kill them as they are, even though they are inheritors of the magic fixture of the wind.
It makes no difference that I am a great sinner who has destroyed every castle of the Baron House, which was baroned and sealed by the royal family. If you can't use it, you should kill it as a sinner.
Then why don't we do it?
I'll plant my fears on them. I'll make you regret trying me.
It's just not a good idea to kill them. It's not good to leave a lump later.
Not only about the reconstruction of the village. If you can accompany them on the Red Emperor Dragon Crusade, you will also have the opportunity to see it immediately before or after the Crusade or by Uncle Borderline.
It's easier to kill them all by force, but I can't help it there. I'll treat you well enough to remember fear.
Eventually, as Ishur continued to run, the walls on both sides interrupted and a large sprawling squad appeared in front of him.
The dirt wall behind me stops.
The squad was surrounded by walls in three directions: north, east and west. On the other side of Ishur, one by one in a form relative to him, five wizards stood side by side. Towards the far right, a giant spear with a large blade pierced the ground in a short pattern, a big man standing loosely, then Marya, a tall woman dressed in swordsman style next to her, then a blonde demon mentor dressed the same as Marya, with a similar large cane. And there was a draught standing at the leftmost end of the line about how I made the shortcut. Now I see you holding something like a dark colored crystal ball in your left hand.
And on the walls behind them was Petra in the same white dress as when we met during the day. She holds a golden cane-like stick in both hands. On both sides of her, one lady knight, dressed in flashy armor, draped a red cape behind her, refrained from doing so.
Petra is screaming something as she begins to wield her cane. I'm saying something like "fight then".
That guy......
Ishur seemed to dazzle for a moment, but the five magical guides who stood before her began to cast spells, and a lot of magic began from them. That just doesn't seem to be the same level as the wizard who was at Gorn's party.
And clear killings drifting around. They mean it.
Ishur also begins to gather the wind, up and down.
Complex wind streams arise throughout the practice fields. It began to concentrate around Ishur, loud and small, high and low, and blown away with different sounds.
And suddenly, sooo, there's a big hole in the ground beneath Ishl's feet.
Pit!?
Immediately Ishur was sucked into the bottom of the hole.