Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

The next day, Ishur spent all day preparing to leave for Fugo.

I took care of shoes, knives, swords of my father's shapes, went out to buy them out and got new thick capes and clothes, and a wooden water bottle with a pork or sheep stomach on the inside. And then I went to the bookstore where I heard from Furne and Seville that it was all over the city.

I forgot to hear it from Mary yesterday, so I decided to ask them that even one of the chambers of commerce would know.

When I asked them if they had a bookstore in Frontera, they gave me a slightly troubled face, although I had expected it.

As Ishur has somehow learned, there was little demand for specialized books and no decent market existed for ordinary merchants and peasants. They have no reading comprehension to read them through, nor do they need to. I can't even buy it because it is rare and expensive. That was no different here, not just in the countryside, but also in Frontera.

So there are no decent bookstores, no libraries open to the public, no libraries. Apparently, there are vendors who do business for nobles, wealthy people, and the knowledgeable, but Furne and Seville didn't know their names or residence either.

If I don't mind any books, I was taught a painting of the north bank of the Baenels River, where the city's shops, inquirers, etc. gather, some paper inquirers, etc. are solidified. They say there are shops around there that sell books while selling paper and run a proxy business.

When Ishur returned to one end of the house and set aside what he had bought out, he turned to a gathering painting of that paper inquirer. On the north side of the river, I crossed several boulevards running north and south between the gentle hills, and there was a picture of yesterday's magic shop around the beginning of seeing the hills at the west end of the city.

The neighborhood is off the city's commercial district, with cars and crates on the side of the road being left unmade, but the crowd feels less calm.

Ishur visited and walked the shops along the road and found those shops in the third case.

There was a lot of rolls of paper in the store and several books at the end. You're pulling into the back, I don't see the store people.

Books arranged on the shelves at the back of the store are dominated by reading, writing and calculating textbooks, cathedral scriptures, gentlemen's records around Frontera, etc., and I don't feel very likely to have magic books or anything.

Well, here's the thing.

Even though he had expected it, Ishur had to feel somewhat disappointed.

Before the magic book, I feel like I can't help but feel poor about the books I keep in the store. Farro's study was so much richer.

The rollers accounted for the majority of declarations and public announcements to certain guilds and residents that had been sent out by the Grand Duke and the Royal Family in the past.

Ishur sighed loudly.

I felt a sign of one coming from the back to the store. It was the little fat head raised grand man who showed up at the store.

"Welcome, customer"

The man, who is probably the owner of the store, has said with a loving laugh.

"Is that a pen? Or are you looking for something?

Ishur thought a little and said.

"Right......, don't you have a picture map or something around Kusim?

I already gave up my magic book. Then there's something else I want.

Tomorrow, I'll have one for you at Marya's, but you better have one for yourself.

But the shopkeeper fell into a mild state of panic at one of Ishur's words, which he thought so.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Customer, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

The man sweats at that wide forehead and waves his hands wide open.

Oh, I see. That's what it is, isn't it?

"Oh, right. I'm sorry, it's a little commercial. I'm going to go to Fugo."

Ishur glittered and saw the man panicking.

"Customer…"

The shopkeeper said with a cheerful face.

"Are you going somewhere like that? You shouldn't cross dangerous bridges."

Even the people of the city of Frontera will not know what is happening around Kusim today.

……

No words at all.

A laugh of self-derision appeared on Ishur's face.

Ishur walks on his way home powerless and stubborn.

Out on the boulevard, there were also many rounds of luggage cars towed by one or horse, and the area was full of hustle and bustle, but far from Ishur's emotions today, he felt that he was the only one in a different place.

I knew that the magic books would not be so readily available. More so today, I managed to go to a store that I think I could call a bookstore and realized it.

That means it's probably impossible to get the magic books themselves individually, wherever they go.

Even pictorial maps that are not very practical, which are often inaccurate in military terms, are rendered private depending on their illustrated content.

Despite the low demand, books and paperwork are also difficult to obtain due to their remoteness to the common people. Even if it is not a forbidden book, is it intentionally designed by the exchangers to make it difficult for the ruling class to obtain it?

What the hell kind of treatment would you get if you were a more secret sorcery book in this situation?

Isn't that what magic books are all about, only about the disciples of the same gate can be viewed, and magic books themselves are only inherited by the most disciples? It's a substitute for a child's inheritance, for the same value as a magic tool. I'm sure.

Many of Lene's thick, magical book-like books found inside the Wizard's House that I still remember. That was a mountain of treasure.

What about yesterday's magic store? Do they even handle sorcery papers?

I feel hopeless, too. If it was in the store, I don't feel like it's stuck right now. I'm not talking about yesterday's Red Emperor Dragon, but if I don't have something to stun that old lady, she won't reveal that there may or may not be.

What should I do if I still want to get my magic book?

Later, I'll have to steal it or someone will be the wizard's apprentice in the wind lineage.

You can't have Wang Du. No courtroom magician.

I don't serve the palace, I just have to look for a flush wizard, but basically the court magician will still have better strength.

If you're a flushing wizard with potential strength, there's going to be more to the capital of the Holy King, Estofol, than the king's capital, Ladislaus. I hear there's a seminary over there. Some institutions will educate clerics who use magic. Besides, there is the main mountain of the cathedral church, the main temple. That's where the magic appliance is created. Estofol may be considered better in many ways than Ladislaus.

If you defeat or repel the Red Emperor Dragon and kill the Borderline Uncle, will you go to the Holy Kingdom as originally planned?

So, even hunters over there in the mountains make money doing it for a while, and if there's a flushing wizard on the ground, I'll try to get along... and before that, you're first to figure out how to fight the Red Emperor Dragon.

Throughout the city of Frontera, where the sun began to lean, the figure of Ishur walking down the boulevard disappeared into the crowd.

"You're a master, Ishr. I hope you're doing well."

"Be well. You can't do that, can you? Because my life is the most important thing."

"That's right, keep a good eye on progress and retreat. I'm sure you'll be fine."

…… ……

Since Mr. Furne held me without crying, but it hurts.

Guys, I know where I'm going and what I'm going to fight. Their gentle care stains me, not just sparing my goodbyes.

The next morning, even the familiar faces of the Frontera Chamber of Commerce came to bid farewell.

The south gate of Grand Duke Castle is quite a distance away. Farewell to the Sevilles is not even after dawn, it is still time for the darkness of the night to drift around.

A large vertebrate tree in the garden in the sky at dawn is black, overlooking the Ishurs.

When Furne finally freed Ischl, Seville offered him a small leather bag with a bitter smile.

"Sorting. There's nothing wrong with money."

"Thank you. Mr. Seville."

Ishur did not hesitate to receive it. Instead, remove the same small leather bag from the nostalgia and hand it to Imal.

"What?"

"There's money in it. Could you give it to Mr. Paulo?"

Imal's eyes open wide. Inside is one last piece of gold coin.

Imal was uncomfortable with the feeling over the leather, making sure he was unstringing the bag.

"What, gold coins?

Ishur smiled and said to Imal, who is surprised.

"It's okay, it's not weird money. I want you to use it for the village."

Well, actually, it's the money I took from the bad guys.

"Yeah. Thanks, Ishr. I'll give it to my father."

Imal grabbed a leather bag with gold coins and nodded loudly. There is something glowing in Imal's eyes.

"I'll be back in the village someday. I'll show my face to the Chamber of Commerce."

Ishur looked over at the three faces and said:

Yeah, yeah, and nodding Furne.

"When the moon changes, we'll go back to Ellistar."

We have to get back before it starts snowing.

Saying so, Seville has given me a roll of paper that I've always had in one hand.

It is tied to tall parchment paper with decorative strings knitted in gold thread.

"Is this...?

Do you want me to give it to Marya?

"Read it. Because I don't mind."

Ishur carefully unties the decorative strings and spreads the roll of paper.

The scroll said that this person, the benevolent frontera merchant of the prep, was given extraordinary convenience. It was addressed to the Royal Ellistar deputy and was signed below by Grand Duke Antios, or Henrik Ladis, as well as the seal of the Royal Seal.

This is awesome......

Seville's face is rare and she's grinning like a garlic.

It would be Marya and Petra who arranged this. It's time for Ellistar to send a deputy from the royal family. Even after the House of Baron Brigal is virtually extinct, we can do a lot of business with its new deputy by increasing it before with one of these rolls.

No, it's increased before, and it won't be anywhere. Definitely put yourself in a better position than your local counterparts.

"The other day, you magician. Where did you get it?"

Seville laughed out loud, hehe.

"Merchant stuff, it just doesn't fall, that's why."

Everyone laughed around, a bright voice echoed.

Cross the Baenels River south and walk until you hit the road across the city to Grand Duke Castle. Then we even go south along the walls. After a short walk along an unpopular quiet road, lined with stone houses on your right, you will see Alva Street on your way. And we go across the streets in the morning, we hear people and luggage cars hustle and bustle.

When you hit the street, turn left and walk a little to the south gate of Grand Duke Castle.

A large one that hardens the left and right sides of the gate, a few mariahs in front of the open gate, and a horse with a load on his back, much smaller and harder, can be seen. As we approached, there were a few of them, some strangers, mixed together.

One of them, a girl in a bright orange piece, rushes out here.

She is a beautiful girl with bright blonde hair and careful running.

"Ishl ~ oo"

Ishur was about to fall quickly.

What the fuck! Petra...

The girl was Petra. Is it everyday wear? It's like, "Hey, this lady." He had a strong impression of being in a white dress, and Ishur and Petra didn't notice right away.

I got a little tempered for a second. I feel so lost...

Petra took his left arm and held him tight as he rushed to the side of Ishur.

I look up with my blue eyes shining. My face is right down there. Close......

"Morning, Ishur! Long time no see."

I would have seen him face to face at the squad two days ago. And don't hug me even though I'm not your lover or anything.

"... good morning"

Answer the question as if Ishur is baffled.

"What, you're going to be on the Red Emperor Dragon Crusade?"

Petra pointed her lips.

Yes, yes, she's adorable.

As Ishur weakened and smiled bitterly, Petra let Ishur go of her arm, a little, and stepped away and pinched the hem of her skirt in front of Ishur, leaning her neck to the side and pulling her hips slightly to pose.

Blonde hair shimmers in the morning sun.

"I don't know. You're cute."

"Oh."

Sure is cute. We have to talk.

Ishur nodded and answered very succinctly in various pieces.

Well, she's probably trying to cheer me up before she leaves with this. Probably, maybe.

Petra takes Ishur's hand forward and pulls it towards the castle gate.

In front of the castle gate were the usual dressed Marya, who could tell from afar, the two female swordsmen who had followed Petra the other day when she fought the Magic Instructors at the squad yard, an old woman in a beautiful maid's dress standing up, a girl in a scorched tea robe standing in the shadow of a cargo horse, and five women.

"Morning."

Marya calls out.

I have a little wrinkle between my eyebrows. I feel in a bad mood.

"Morning, Marya."

"Christina"

Petra called out to the lady in maid clothes when Ishur smiled and greeted Marya back.

Petra briefly introduces her to Ishur.

"A maid with a concubine."

The chief maid, called Christina, had taken the cloth that had been worn on the tray he had dedicated to both hands and had silently offered it before Ishl. On top of the silver tray was a small cloth bag with a beautiful blue and cream Arabesque pattern on top of a folded, sinister red-purple satin cloth.

"There's gold inside. You're going to have to go on a journey."

Petra said with her jaw up tightly.

Hmm.

"Thank you, Petra. Don't hesitate."

Ishur made a smile and received a small cloth bag on the tray after a hard meeting with Christina.

"That's a pretty bag."

Ishur told Petra as he lifted the cloth bag he had received to the position of sight and looked.

The cloth bag is tied with a delicate string knitted in silver thread.

"Oh, yeah? My concubine chose me."

Petra, who had a clear face on her face, turned happily to her.

You looked like that, so you probably got compliments, and I said, Petra.

Petra's a girl, too.

"Then go with care. Otherwise, Mary will be accompanied by Ira, the righteous knight with a concubine, and Nina, the magician. You should introduce me to Marya later."

Petra, who was sneering, gave up her face immediately, and said again with a steady and clear face.

And when I pinch Ishur's sleeve, I pull him away from everyone.

"You can't do this. That's the most important thing. If you don't think you can handle the Red Emperor, you just have to run away."

Off my gaze, Petra, who started to whisper, looks up on the way up and stares at this one firmly.

Tears were glowing in my eyes.

It's quite destructive.

"It's okay. As soon as I'm about to lose, I'm leaving"

Ishur said, looking serious.

She has something to tell you.

"Who hasn't survived a decent battle with the Red Emperor Dragon? If you do, I'll pull out and come back to you. I'll tell you what happened when we fought then, so you can talk to me. I'll take care of it and then I'll try him again."

"Oh, wow, okay"

Petra nodded loudly with an impressed face.

What Ishur had in mind, it was to try to fight the Red Emperor Dragon and quickly retreat if it seemed very unwinnable, and once back to Frontera, ask Marya or Petra to arrange a magic book of the wind even if she was forced to.

It's just hearsay that we don't know exactly how strong the Red Emperor Dragon is. The crusaders of the earlier Borderline uncle have also wiped out their main force, and there is nothing official conveyed, such as reports of those who fought and survived.

If you can't beat the Red Emperor Dragon in the current situation, you can't say four or five more. At that time, all I have to do is talk about what I keep to myself, my lack of knowledge of magic, and what I need to talk about, and force me to arrange a magic book. Worst of all, it may also come to someone of the court demon guides of the kingdom with the magic of the wind, who needs to be apprenticed.

There is also the issue of Fumiko, but more than that, he promised the Red Emperor Dragon Crusade in exchange for the reconstruction of the village. Unofficially, you could have gotten your eye on revenge against Uncle Borderline. The significance of contracts is heavy in this world as well. I can't rebel easily.

"... To tell the truth, I think this time it could be something like a power recon. I apologize to the men of the army who will be formed in Alva."

"Ikari,... Satsu?

"It's actually about fighting and finding out how strong your opponent is and how to fight. Retreat as soon as you know your opponent's power on the ground. It's not just reconnaissance."

"Oh well. Ishr is smart and knowledgeable."

I honestly admired Petra's face with a mean looking color.

"Who did you learn that from?"

In my last life, I'm not an expert or anything.

"I don't care about that. It's very important to know your opponent's power and methods of warfare in advance, isn't it?

Petra nodded.

She nodded this way, exposing her eyes, slightly bending over.

……

Suddenly shut up.

I wonder what it is? Have you been in a bit of a mood because you deceived her about her question?

... No, it's a little different. Is it not here?

When she raised her face, which she was leaning over, she glanced at Marya and turned her face to Ishur again.

"Then..."

She still had something important to tell us.

"I know. You mean Marya, right? Whatever happens, I'll definitely try to protect her."

In the first place, this time, she was removed from the main unit and became my eyewitness, probably because she was the Wizard of Fire. Not compatible with fighting the Red Emperor Dragon.

She may not be very helpful when fighting the Red Emperor Dragon. Her safety must be taken into account.

"Yeah. Thanks, Ishl"

There was a grin on Petra's face.

Then Petra and Marya went over and talked about something a little bit, and left with the maid's head and another swordsman accompanying her into the castle.

Looking back along the way, trying to stick one hand up, it was her love that screamed ~, etc.

"Well, Ishul, I'd like to introduce you both."

When I lost sight of Petra, Marya called.

"My name is Ira Marido. Nice to meet you, Lord Bersch. The mock fight the other day was a great one. I'm impressed."

Upon receiving Marya's gaze, Petra named herself the Orthodox Knight with Concubine, the female swordsman who was said to be.

Welcome, Lord Marido.

Is he around twenty years old? Enough adults on the continent, old enough to be considered. Ishur also responded as such in order to reveal his attitude.

"May I call you Lord Ishur?

The swordsman smiles and asks.

"Sure. Can I call you Mr. Ira, too?

Returning it just like that, she grinned deeper and nodded.

According to Marya's introduction, she is a sister to Lilina, another swordsman with petra, and a sister.

They were a clan of knights who served the Grand Duke from generation to generation, and they both showed talent for swordsmanship from an early age, and were held in the eyes of the Grand Duke and as escorts of Petra, specially.

Unlike what I saw the other day at the squad yard, Ira now had long blonde hair wrapped around her back, plain swords of decoration on brown leather armor on her hips, dressed like a flush mercenary, bounty hunter.

I'm sure you have some thoughts, but Petra has deliberately offered her own escort, the proximity, to this escort.

Ishur sneered and lovingly laughed, but somehow observed what she was wearing. Perhaps she also wears an out-of-system attack or defensive magic gear. That would be certain because I'm as good as escorting Petra.

"Come here more"

Marya speaks to the girl hiding in the shadow of her carriage horse.

"Yes!

A girl with big blue eyes, bundled with brunette's unconventional hair behind her back, came out of the horse's shadow feeling mostly.

The robe is tied to a string with a thin, nibbly metallic wand and a stick. The tip was covered and tied with cloth. Perhaps the tip of the cane is fitted with a jewel-like pattern. Could be a pretty big stone from how fuzzy it is.

"This child's name is Nina Sluth, and the other day, she became the official court magician."

"Yes, Mr. Ishl, thank you!

The girl with the valves stretched her spine and bowed her head to Ishl with a tense face.

"Nice to meet you, Nina"

One nod, with a gentle feeling grin, and Ishur returns his greeting.

The girl called Nina feels a lot the same age as Ishur, but she still seems pretty nervous with her whole body beeping about whether she means a newbie magician. Maybe he's originally a familiar and understated character.

"She's a rare water wizard in the kingdom"

Hmm......

"Yes, I'm fine! I'll do my best! Oh, and I'll take care of all of you, and I'll take care of the horses!

Nina tells me to scream with strength.

Well, I don't care who takes care of the horses or anything. Yesterday's story about a servant is that it was her?

Marya's junior, subordinate? I guess so, but he's a very upscale servant.

"She's under contract with quite a few water spirits."

"I see."

To the southwest of the Wang capital is a large lake called Lake Alm. There should also be a warcraft of aquatic habitat, and if she is a wizard of the water system, it would be reasonable for her to be assigned there.

"Since we were to go to Kusim, a number of court magicians were sent to you the other day by Wang Du. She's one of them."

According to Marya's story, Nina was originally to remain in Frontera and be in charge of the King's realm security after Maryas had fallen out, and the exorcism of the Warcraft that would appear nearby, but not long after she was still alone as a court magician, she was anxious that her personality could not be combined to achieve full strength, and she was to accompany her to Fugo this time in order to build her confidence and experience.

"The two guards and caregivers we talked about yesterday are Ira and Nina"

After arriving in Fugo, the two are to return to Frontera immediately. If we approached Kusim, there would naturally be more Warcraft to come and go, including Fire Dragon, so to get there, we all exorcised it and let Nina experience the actual battle, and on the way home, we both exorcised Warcraft together with Isla and returned to Frontera with more experience.

"I want Ishur to help me"

"Oh? Yeah......"

I don't know. What's this all about?

"Ishur doesn't just have the sword of Yveda, the magical use is genius"

Marya said she not only wants to show you how to fight this one on the outbound route, but also wants Nina to do something if there's anything she can teach you.

"Even if they say so."

Turning to Nina, Nina has said with her head bowed wide again.

"Oh, please. Yes, Mr. Ischl!

It feels pretty desperate while you're at it.

She is not confident in her power. But I seemed motivated.

The magic of water......

If I had water magic fixtures, how would I use them?

"Ho, the truth is, when it's raining, the ocean and rivers are the best, oh, I think I can help, but Kusim's has rivers flowing, and, wow, my Spirit can be summoned anywhere!

Nina said with all her might.

There was no water around, so the magic of water would work effectively. Especially against warcraft, if you fight people.

"Well, fine. If I can help you, I will."

Ishur made Nina smile to reassure herself.

I feel sorry for her, nervous and strenuous.

"Oh, thank you"

Nina has bowed her head to Ishl again.

"By the way, Marya, can you dress like that?"

One line is walking east on Alva Avenue. On the left is the walls of Grand Duke Castle, and on the right is the restful and beautiful landscape dotted with houses surrounded by trees.

Marya's usual outfit, big wizard wand on a big black cloak, is too conspicuous in this outfit. Ira and Nina are dressed like that for once.

If this street turns in the opposite direction, it runs slightly diagonally across the southern part of the kingdom to the Grand Duchy of Alsar. It is a leading street connected to Alva and Frontera, as well as Alsar. Even in the early morning, there are many people and horses, and every one of them that is different from Ishul turns a blind eye to Mary.

"It's okay."

Marya said with her face facing forward.

I don't even get my eyes on it.

What's going to be okay?

"Ahead, we cross to the north bank of the Baenels River in Burrique. From there, we'll be in the middle of nowhere."

From here, about half a day's walk away, there is a city called Burrique on King's Land, just like Frontera. Alva Street crosses from the south bank of the Baenels River to the north bank in Barrique and stretches straight along the river as far as Alva.

Barrique has a splendid stone bridge, and the return of Alva and Frontera requires crossing the bridge by land. Naturally, Burrik has a fortress that defends the bridge and blocks the streets.

What Marya says is an interstate that hits the back streets of Alva Street, stretching from the north bank of Burrik. It stretches slightly north without going directly to Alva, where, in front of Alva, the path branches out into several other settlements dotted along the northern mountains of Kusim, Fugo and Fugo in addition to Alva.

Naturally, there are few trips to and from one person, and there are no big cities and few villages along the way. Perhaps as soon as you get in the middle of the road, then you'll be going to woods and meadows that are much less popular ahead of you. The Warcraft will also frequently surrender, instead of needing to worry about the eyes.

Uncle Borderline's surveillance eyes will weaken, and it will be harder to do anything that puts in a cohesive force to jam or tie this one up. Aside from whether or not Uncle Borderline actually does that much.

"But..."

Ishur shrugs alone.

Even if it's okay to fight more warcraft, the problem is that there are worse roads than more wildlife. Even if it rains, it will be even more tragic. Even if Ira, the swordsman, has no problem, is Marya or Nina okay?

I haven't heard any specific stories yet from Marya about the Border Bo Squad's appearance, the date of the attack, etc. I guess that will be decided after the Wizards arrive in Alva, a reinforcement from the Royal Family, but I'm pretty sure you should have arrived in Fugo sooner than them.

I don't know.

Ishur is blurry in his heart.

I know it can't be helped by the civilization, the development of science and technology in this world, but even those involved in national politics and the military, like them, are relaxed or just rough places to go, and often feel so greatly anxious and annoyed about themselves having a previous life that is Japanese in the twenty-first century.

"Speaking of which, when did your colleagues joining the main unit leave for Alva?

Ishur leans over to cover her body from the top as she walks beside Marya.

"Yesterday"

"Yesterday? When?

"After noon"

I see. We met at the castle gate on the west bridge, just around the corner, right?

When they left, I definitely wanted to see how many other troops went with them and how the waste was.

"I didn't mean to hide it from Ishr."

Says Marya without any particular consignment.

But what do you think? Only this kind of secrecy is oddly firm, but it's kind of annoying.

In any case, the line of departure would also have been mixed with the envoys of the Borderline Uncle who would have served as liaison with the Grand Duke. You didn't want me to get involved with those guys.

"I guess I naturally bring pictorial maps all the way to Fugo and around Kusim"

"Yeah."

I'll show you later.

"Yeah."

Marya turns her face and smiles.

"My mouth is pointy."

I don't know whose fault it is.

Ishur looked back with his mouth pointed and told Ira walking behind him.

"Mr. Ira, you're staying overnight in Burrik, aren't you? We'll meet up on the upcoming itinerary as we look at the map."

Ira nodded silently. There is a bitter smile on that face.

Once the walls of Grand Duke Castle are interrupted along the streets, a bustling city emerges, lined with large stone buildings that are the same as the west side of the castle.

The eastern side of Grand Duke Castle also continued downtown Frontera along the southern bank of the river. Many shops also gathered on this side to form a section of the city of Frontera as a relay from the River Behnels to the Avenue of Alva.

Whether it's convenient to connect Alva Street, which runs on the north side of the Baenels River, to Frontera Street as it is, it's deliberately twisting to the south bank of the river in Burrique, passing just south of Grand Duke Castle.

Obviously, it would be a military procedure, but for that reason, there was a busy city around here.

The clutter around the city will be quiet after a while, and the houses around the city will be sparse. Trees and fields become more prominent around them.

Ishur and Marya at the beginning, now Isla tows the horse and walks relaxed down the street in the form of a nina attached to the side of the horse.

Eventually, at the end of an unpopular path, two plainclothes swordsmen were seen standing side by side on the side of the road. They are both dressed in the same way with a long hem jacket and a long sword on their hips. They both have long backs and good posture.

If this one approaches, he won't look at me. I look at the way I've been coming. Is he of the Grand Duke?

No one in the line spoke for a long time, passing silently in front of them, and now I could see a two-headed carriage stopping around where the deciduous tree on the side of the road was hardening and growing.

The rising sunlight waters down the red leaves, illuminating a carriage nestled among the trees and two beautiful horses like statues from above.

Sitting side by side in the front of the carriage, the two men in plain plain clothes are not allowed to move either.

Suspicious.

Between those beautiful broad-leaved trees there are signs of more than one other person.

Approaching, two men stood beside each other in front of the carriage.

Towards the right is a grey trouser on a black jacket, an old man standing with his back pinned out and not moving like a doll. On the left was a magnificent man who seemed to be bent, black up and down on a black cape, feet with military leather boots, black armor from chest to torso. I'm looking at this one with my arms together. What is unusual is a rugged hand, gauntlet, that is put on both arms of a man, and some pattern appears to float relief.

This... Is something about to happen?

Gauntlet guy on the left. That's not the only one.

I see Marya walking sideways, but her expressionless face doesn't make any difference.

Turn around and look at Isla and Nina's face.

Neither of you is as faceless as a statue, and you don't try to keep your eyes on this one.

What? What? What's this all about?

"Hey Marya, what's that? What's going on? You know something."

Speak to Marya as she walks.

"It's okay."

Marya keeps looking forward, that's all she tells me.

Yeah? Hey, what is it? Shit, no trouble.

... and so on and so on, I came all the way to the eyes of the carriage, the two men.

An old man on the right approached me with an elegant grin. The black jacket has a hem stretched down and is like a swallow tail suit. Same black chock in the jacket, white shirt, butler. For the first time in this world, I saw a deacon who looked like he was in his previous life.

"Ishur, come this way."

The old butler bowed his back and extended his right hand towards the carriage to invite him.

View Marya. Silence.

Ishur shook his gaze to the left and right, trying to get someone to help him. That gaze goes with that of the man in the black gauntlet standing in front of the carriage, on the left.

Eagle nose on short pruned silver hair. The gauntlet man smiled slightly as he raised one eyebrow slightly the moment Ishl and I met each other.

Ha, how horrible.

Ishur walks silently toward the carriage, as recommended by the butler.

There is one sign in the carriage.

The butler crossed in front of Ishur with unexpected lightness, and when he stopped by the carriage, he opened the door and knelt in front of the carriage.

From the carriage came a golden-haired man with red and brown lines, tailored up and down.

The peach scarf is quite disgusting.

The butler said on his knees.

His Royal Highness the Grand Duke Henrik Ladis.

A gauntlet man bends over with his right hand against his chest. I can see how the Maryas kneel behind them.

This is not good......

When Ishur also tried to kneel, he suddenly grabbed both of those shoulders.

Huh?

"Let's skip the hard greeting. Thanks for your patience."

When I looked up, the Grand Duke's face was in front of me. That Petra's father's face.

I haven't grown a mustache. It's a nostalgic, creepy look. He even has his legs together and his shoulder elbowed against the window frame of the door and tilted his head with his hand.

Those blue eyes stare silently at Ishur in a naughty feeling light.

The opposing Ishur is sitting silently with his expression on his face, slightly stretching his spine and slightly exerting force on his belly.

Nothing. I don't need to get nervous until I'm coagulated by cocky. I happen to have had the opportunity to meet with the board of directors of a major customer company, but just think of it. It would be a good feeling to that extent. Besides, this time, there's no reason to have to sell the festivities to the other side from here.

The two sat relative in the carriage.

Ishur decided to shut up without saying anything in particular and wait for the other person to come out. Something attentive, and courteous dialogue, etc., doesn't come to mind very much.

No way, do we even have to do something like say hello at some point?

And this is an interesting situation. On the outskirts of a big city, a secret conversation in a carriage. The season is late autumn. If this wasn't me, it would be like a movie scene if I were a nobleman, a politician, or an old beautiful lady.

When Ishur shut up, the man in front of him broke the leg he was putting together and leaned his torso against Ishur.

One of my daughters is with you.

There is a self-derisive grin in the face of the Grand Duke about how troubled it is.

Suddenly you're obsessed, etc.

So you came all the way out here to see me because you were curious?

But...... light. Is this royalty? How much wind magic equipment owner is this good for a peasant child who has no identity whatsoever?

That manic bummer from Petra, who doesn't look good in her identity. Is it okay to be this parent and have this child?

Kind of different.

Regardless of the lightness, you want to say that this man's attitude treats him as a friend of his daughter's against this one.

The contents of the dialogue remain intact and represent that.

I just don't have a bad feeling about "one daughter".

"I've had a lot of ideas, but I think about my daughter."

She's a friend of my daughter's, so she spilled her eyes on you, huh? Are you grateful, or are you going to threaten me?

"Are you a little nervous? If so, I did something sorry. Suddenly, it was. You don't have to worry about anything."

I have said something from the Grand Duke that I would fix if you were concerned that Ishur would remain silent.

He said, "Be grateful, or threaten me, and talk to him soon."

Ishur smiled without any emotion and said.

"Thank you. The Grand Duke cares about you that way, which is totally frightening."

Mouth things that are not too tough, not too soft, and don't matter.

"Please don't worry. Hopefully, after this."

But plant a bomb in the last dialogue.

For a moment, a grin disappeared on Henrik's face.

"So, what are you talking about?

Reduce your smile and stare at Henrik from the front.

Ishur also came forward with his body and put his elbows over his legs and put his hands together.

I will not completely erase my smile. Just stare into the other person's eyes. Nothing. I don't feel compelled to be hostile. They already know you don't want to be funny.

"I see... my daughter does make a scene"

Henrik smiled.

"Right. Let's be frank. You're right, I can't help but keep running."

Henrik went on to say that he would let him sigh hard.

"I hear you will not come to Alva this time and go straight to Kusim. If the Red Emperor dragon is crusaded, you may stop by Alva."

I see. I somehow predicted what the man in front of me was trying to say. But I don't think it's very candid.

"At that time, you should definitely take a look at the White Asia corridor of Alva Castle. I, too, only visited Raveld once when he inherited the trail, but that's quite something."

Henrik comes with a stronger gaze.

"It's kind of a shame that that one's going to be lost"

Henrik's words continue.

"My daughter tells me that you are quite a righteous man..."

"Sir Behm is the only one I'm after. I won't do anything else. The rest of the Borderline House isn't involved, is it?

Ishur blocked Henrik's words and spoke the core frankly.

The Grand Duke is not simply hoping for the decline of the Borderline House. With the death of the current owner, we want to be able to exercise stronger influence in the Borderline House, and if possible, we want to wake up under direct control ourselves.

"... so I'd like to ask His Highness about the ship as well. I'd like you to arrange for Lord Behm to be widely told that his revenge for survival in the village of Bersch had killed him and that Lord Behm had issued a strong order for the search for the magic of the wind."

……

Henrik stares at Ishl with a harsh eye.

"If you can take my wish, you won't have to destroy the castle, involve the castle soldiers, or do anything to hustle and bust the name of vengeance."

Rifia will also die in the Red Emperor Dragon Crusade anyway. If Leavert dies, after that, Liphia's brother, who is still young, will inherit the Borderline Uncle family.

We can prevent any further decline of the Borderline House unless we destroy the castle or slaughter the castle soldiers. Henrik would have a pretty strong influence over the Borderline Uncle family if he could contain Wang Du successfully. If that works, it will be one of the very effective weapons in the next battle for succession to the throne.

Besides, the death of Uncle Borderline was a vengeance for the survival of the village of Bersch, if it meant that you killed Uncle Borderline, you would not suspect that the royal family is directly biting Levelle's death.

"Okay. Let's drink your suggestion. I should tell you that you followed Brigal and avenged Uncle Borderline. Let's accept your wish."

Henrik said with a serious look.

"Thank you"

When Ishur sat down and thanked him, he tried to get off the carriage.

The success of the Red Emperor Dragon's crusade will be premised, but afterwards there will be a medal ceremony and a solace feast on the survival of the crusaders at Alva Castle. If the troops are wiped out, it will be a solace ceremony. There was little chance that I would be invited on the spot, but I had a ventriloquist proposal that I would intrude into the feast at the ceremony, rebuff the contravention of Borderline Uncle in front of the participants, and slay Borderline Uncle on the spot.

Borderline uncle gave Brigal an order to explore the magic equipment of the wind because the Red Emperor Ryu sat in Kusim. If any event about the Red Emperor's Dragon Crusade were to take place, it would be a great place to disprove the Borderline Uncle.

If you work for the royal family to spread the word about the reasons for the slaughter of the border, you don't have to do it anymore. Of course, it will be after checking our faces, but at this easy time, it was better to just kill Uncle Borderline.

This is what I wish for. I was supposed to put extra effort into it.

"Wait."

Henrik's hand was placed on Ishur's shoulder with his hips floating.

"I still have something to tell you. All right?

He sat deeply in the luxurious chair in the car and gave Henrik a look that seemed distant.

"I was just about your age."

Will something far-fetched begin again?

Ishur stared powerlessly at Henrik's face, pressing the sigh out to his mouth to kill him.

"There are several libraries in the Palace of the King's Capital that have been created by the kings of history. I was immersed there in my spare time."

So Henrik returns the gaze he was doing in the distance to Ishl.

"At that point, find the old literature that says about the kingdom of Urk. I found a statement that was a little disturbing."

The Urk kingdom is an ancient kingdom that has been around the Holy King of Orst since about half the eastern part of the current kingdom of Radice.

A history book about the kingdom of Urk……. Well, I do want to read it, too.

A day of sunshine, a life of reading and fishing for different literature in a library. That's pretty good, too. Shall I serve the royal family after all?

"There was a case of a firedragon getting lost in the temple of the Lord God of Fire, which was so close to what is now Alva, as perhaps a thousand years ago. At the time, the priests tried to defeat the Fire Dragon with the magic they called the Holy Magic, but it was wiped out by the powerful counterattack of the Fire Dragon, which also damaged the Temple."

Fire dragon in the temple of the kingdom of Urk? What are you talking about?

"Holy magic is supposedly very little different from today's magic just because of its different name. Some clerics serving the temple at the time could have used powerful magic that could have been defeated by a single blow, such as the Fire Dragon, but it was suddenly wiped out. The Fire Dragon, who at that time had strayed into the Temple of the Lord of the God of Fire, was chased by soldiers of the Kingdom of Urk, apparently in a state of imminent death. It showed sudden and unthinkable strength."

I feel like I'm getting vegetarian in the way Henrik talks.

I guess it's his hobby, his favorite area.

Henrik seems a little like Ektor to me. It feels like I've made Uncle Ector a little bright, fat and cunning.

I just don't feel like the content of his story is heading in a very good direction.

"The author of the book speculates that the stray Fire Dragon accidentally acquired the Magic Fixture of Fire from Balhel, the God of Fire, or the Magic Fixture of Fire that was in the Temple, just as Kalaine was given the Magic Fixture of Wind by Yveda, the God of Wind, at this time in the Temple of the Wind of the Ancient Urk Kingdom"

Something cold flows through Ishur's mind. Yet it gets hotter the other way around.

That is......

"The author of that book states that the Fire Dragon, which was in a state of imminent death, is unlikely to think of anything else, such as suddenly showing unthinkable strength"

Henrik smiled slightly there.

"That literature by the way was written about 150 years ago. The author was a scholar in the King's Capital, where he was then sheltered by the royal family. Just when Lene was active. Next time I'm going to ask my brother to find the book and fetch it."

Henrik's brother, who is in the palace of the king's capital, will always be referring to the current king, Marius III. Getting books out of the Royal Palace library is such a big deal.

"There's something I'm very curious about right now about what was written in that book. I want to see it again."

Henrik's grin distorts.

"The book did say that Balhel's, the fire god, whose dying fire dragon obtained the magic of God, became the later Red Emperor Dragon"

He did speak of the magic of God.

It was about two hundred years ago that the Red Emperor Dragon appeared before.

Henrik's eyes grew so big that I blamed them on this one.

"Be careful. The Red Emperor Dragon, just like you, may have the magic of God in him."