Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

Where was he hiding, six horseback rides of the Grand Duke's Knights appeared from the one at the end of the street. The knights all mock the same red cape, stiffening their whole bodies with silver shining armor.

Beautiful well cared for horse body. Knight's neat posture. More than that, a series of dry horseshoe sounds convey their extraordinary tricks of uniting the human horses.

Protected back and forth by the Knights horseback riding, with that mighty gauntlet man and butler, the carriage of the Grand Duke passes right in front of Ishl.

Right next to Ishur, with his kneeling head down, is Marya's magical facade. She keeps her eyes open and just stares at the ground without any color. As the Grand Duke left, she stood up quietly and looked up at the side of Ishur, who stood up in the same way, blurring the colour of his eyes.

"Ishur, what's wrong?

Marya asks me worried.

"My face is bright blue."

Since then, Ishur has been unable to contain his own agitation for some time and not even have a decent conversation with Henrik.

……

Henrik has looked at such Ishur with a loving eye as if to see my son. There was no dust in his eyes, nor in the cloudy colors of scorn or irony.

"There's nothing I can't do. My daughter told you that? You told Petra to fight to gauge the power of the Red Emperor Dragon first. My daughter grabbed me when I left the castle. I was happy to talk to you. You said you were amazing."

Henrik tells me to comfort him.

"I agree with you, too. You're still young and wonderful. [M] I've heard before that the Belsch family is small, and the historical emperor is quite a masterpiece, but you may also have inherited the blood."

I'm a jerk. I'm trying to grab this one's heart.

"In my next appearance I may also be out. Then you must help me again."

Parental intrigue? Finally, the royal family is on its own.

Now it's time to stop putting your power into action.

I have another self to think about that sarcastically.

"How much will your daughter mourn if you and Mary are lost?" Honestly, I can't stand that. "

Henrik went on to talk about something else that didn't matter, and finally he came out with Petra and Marya and said something that would make him stop.

Ishur could only turn his grin to it.

Before the Grand Duke, he may have exposed himself to something unusual in the end.

Late autumn dead leaf scattering, a secret meeting on the outskirts of Frontera. At the end of the day, it was turned into his private arena.

It's not just advice that I've been talking about Balhel's magic fixtures of fire, but I even want to make an evil guess that he was trying to lure this upset, make me feel commissioned, dependent, and praise himself in his hands.

But my upset is a little different from what he felt.

Of course it is horrible to fight the Red Emperor Dragon. You could be dying.

The horror has grown out of step.

Naturally, there should have been a magic fixture of fire in Balhel if there had been a magic fixture of Yveda wind. of other waters, of the earth, and of the magic of gold. Until now, I've never even thought of that. I didn't even think about it.

But that's not all. I have a problem with that.

It is that all the magic of God has been made aware by something boiling from the depths of his heart that it may be deeply linked by some cause.

A wild suspicion and fear in my heart.

It's been clear, something I don't know clearly.

What was the relationship between the ancient Urk kingdom and God's magic implements? No, something of a completely different dimension than that.

A word Henrik has said to the Red Emperor Dragon teasing about the magic of the Fire God,

"Be careful."

How much have I heard of this word in the last few days? It was all a warm, heartfelt word.

But was there anyone who made the opposite mockery and provocation and threw the word at me first?

He who has made me bear my sins in that appearance.

That's Melilla.

No, it was Lelia, the moon god who turned into her.

She was a goddess who presided over the underworld and destiny.

"It's okay, Marya. Let's go, to Kusim."

Standing up, Ishur said, looking forward.

You can't know what the gods think. It's not something we can do about it here.

I just have to follow the path I believe in.

I wonder what Kusim has.

What happens when you face the Magic Fixture of the Wind and the Magic Fixture of Fire, the Red Emperor Dragon......

Ishur's eyes gazed at the far east sky.

In the evening, while still in the sun, a line arrived in Burrik, the city of the fortress.

As you go down the street, a fortified city suddenly emerges that doubles over high walls amidst pastoral landscapes scattered with fields, pastures and farmers. The castle fortress was eating down the street and spitting out a martial bone bridge with a bridge tower on its river edge.

The size of the city is not so great. So much smaller than around Ellistar or Aarhus. Walking through the large gates and into the outer contours of the fortress, along the streets, contrary to expectations, the inns and drinkers were twisted, presenting the appearance of the Inn Town.

The narrower streets of the city are crowded and busy with people and cars.

I thought it was a quiet city, inhabited mainly by the Grand Duke's castle soldiers and their associates, but given the less than half a day's distance from here to Frontera, it is also convincing that the lodgings have been gathered in this narrow city, making it a virtual lodging town.

Has Marya decided where to stay yet? Go silently through the city. Regardless of the kind of luggage, all passers-by gave way a little when they saw what Marya looked like, so it was easy to take the crowded road out of the way.

Mary also crossed the inner walls, and when she came to the splendid building that stood near the castle owner's quarters, equipped with three castle towers, she turned to everyone.

"Here"

Ishur and Marya have private rooms, and Isla and Nina share rooms. At dinner we gathered in the dining room on the first floor of the inn for a meal for everyone and a meeting for the trip.

"That's a fancy place to do it. Here."

Ishur talks to Marya.

Inside is prepared with calm, good quality conditioning. The soft and understated light of the lamps on the walls fills the room, and the guests feel sparse, quiet and calm is not, in fact, the atmosphere of the cafeterias throughout the city.

"Really?"

When Marya flushed Ishur's words lightly, she spread out a picture map depicting her journey to Fugo on a dinnerware shattered table, as well as a picture map around Kusim as well.

It's an inn reserved for nobles and rich businesses.

Ishur shrugged so in his heart as he dropped his eyes on the picture map.

First, we will look at it from a pictorial map depicting the journey to Fugo.

The picture map depicts Frontera to Arva, Kusim and around Fugo. Slightly north of Frontera to Alva, but almost truly east of Alva Street, Alva to Kusim depicted a path stretching northeast. There is a fugo northwest of Kusim, just around the corner, and a river that flows between Kusim and Fugo joins the Benelus River in front of Alva. I wonder if this river is the one that flows around Kusim that Nina said it is. But since it's not until Fugo that she accompanies her, clearly, it doesn't seem to help her water magic in any way.

I'm pretty sure there are a lot of little rivers flowing everywhere around here that aren't just depicted on this map.

"But it's amazing."

I groan at the sigh mix unexpectedly.

What is terrible is the path between the problems? Marya's “intermediate path" felt like whoever saw it could see it, and it was added later. It is also quite messy.

"I don't think Marya's painting it later."

Ira's shoulders tremble so tightly.

Is she the killer? If you think so, thank you. He's laughing.

Turning her gaze toward Nina, this one is blue-faced.

"That's terrible. Ishl."

Marya got angry. I'm swelling my cheek.

"It's not me, is it? If you say that, I won't show you."

"Uh, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry"

It's rare for Marya to put so much emotion on the table.

"Actually, the"

Ira starts talking like it's hard to say.

"I've got a map for you, Petra, in front of everyone."

Uh, that guy messed with something again. You've done an amazing thing.

Originally, there was no intersection on this picture map.

"Well, here's the thing, with your own feather pen..."

"I stopped it."

And, my cheeks swelled, Marya. So were you unnecessarily angry?

You were on the stop side, but they're gonna treat you like a killer. Besides, the killer is Petra.

"But Ishul's in trouble, or something."

No, even if they say so. It's not my fault, is it?

"No, it's really awesome"

Ishur deceived the occasion by throwing up the same lines again.

But the line Petra drew wasn't as bad as simply truncating it, if you look closely. She seems to have painted it with a lot of thought in mind, and it seems like something that quite makes sense.

The northern side of the Alva street is nudged between the mountains and hills at a moderate distance from the street, connecting the two settlements along the way, marked Vesca and Rudol, first two strands in front of Alva and two strands of road connected with the street to Kusim at the end of it are depicted as such.

"Well, you don't seem so wrong"

Ishur looked up from the picture map at the three faces.

Ira laughs like trouble, Nina laughs drawn.

Marya is still angry, purposefully distracted. Is it okay if it feels like this?

None of the three of them gave me a clear reply to the affirmation, but neither did they deny it.

"On the two divides, first to the left, then to the right?"

The streets going from Alva to Kusim are not particularly named, and they continue to be called Alva streets or Kusim streets. By the way, there's nothing on the picture map. Take the second parting road on the intersection to the right, exit onto this street and immediately take the narrow road that breaks up to the left to reach Fugo.

"How many days does it take to get to Fugo?

"About twenty days. Fifteen days to Alva, supposedly."

And, Ira.

"Two villages on the way......, that's so tight. Tomorrow in the city, buy extra salt, dried meat, leaves and potatoes."

"I think there are some small settlements along the way that aren't on the picture map"

Marya has said with a proper face.

"With more warcraft, I don't know what's going on now,"

Then view a picture map of the area around Kusim.

Kusim was about to disappear into the plains, one of the more branched ridges of the mountain ranges stretching west from the Great Mountain Zone extending to the east. Five days walk from Alva, it is located in the northeast.

According to the painting, the mining district appears to be on its ridge, with multiple settlements present in such a way as to cover its perimeter in the shape of a co.

Fugo was a day and a half on foot northwest of that Kusim, at the foot of the mountain ridge opposite Kusim's embracing ridge and across the river's flowing fan.

Fugo is a large village that has developed to compensate for Kusim, where the cutting and processing of wood consumed in Kusim is the main industry of the village, but in the eastern part of the kingdom there were the most powerful hunter guilds, and there were also many inns and drinkers for the hunters of the bounty hunters in the village. Whereas Kusim's mercenary guild focuses on the surveillance and partial management of prisoners working in mines, mine slaves, Fugo's guild was more commonly referred to as the Hunter Guild than the Mercenary Guild because it focuses on the hunting of warcraft that submerge along the streets and around them.

"So, this Kushakusha was his fault, too"

Ishur said in a fed up tone.

In the pictorial map, in the northern part of Kusim, on the northern side of the ridge, there were places depicted with Kushaksha and feather pens with multiple O-like objects.

I know exactly what this Kushakusha mark means.

"Hehe."

Marya giggles in her voice.

Ira's the same bitter smile, Nina's grin looks really weird this time around.

On the north side of the Kushaksha mark, where the Red Emperor Dragon is sitting, another ridge has fallen just beside it, behind which it seems to narrow between the ridges of the north and south and to be at higher altitudes.

This means that the Red Emperor Dragon will be forming close to the exit of the valley sandwiched between the mountains and the mountains.

"It's hard to say, it's forming an easy place to protect..."

"Yeah."

"Right."

Marya and Nina give their consent.

"Red Emperor Dragon is the strength of breaking. Maybe you don't care about that. Any animal or warcraft would prefer a narrow area blocked around them on their beds, so the Red Emperor Dragon may have just followed that learning."

Ira has made another point.

"Maybe so."

Ishur asked Marya a face-to-face question as she told her to whine.

"I wonder how the Red Emperor Ryu is doing with Meshi? You've been in the same place the whole time, haven't you?

"I'm letting my family's Fire Dragon bring me some food, like"

So he came down to the people and attacked the livestock?

"Do you know what a dragon's nest is?

Marya asked. The Dragon's Nest? First ear.

"All this time, there's a big volcano behind the mountains to the east, and the Red Emperor Ryu is nesting there, he says, living there."

Nina broke in.

"Hmm. So..."

"The Red Emperor Dragon has lived for thousands of years and is like a demigod"

Marya takes over the story.

"So they say you can live without eating too much food"

"Shh, while it's stuck in the nest, the volcanic fire and heat. Ah, if there is one, they can live with it.

Legend tells me, I don't know if it's true, Nina adds.

From yesterday's story of the Grand Duke, I can assume that the Red Emperor Dragon is a little over a thousand years old...

More than that, I care about the word "demigod”. I have always known that from those who live in mountain villages they are given up like God, but when they are long integrated with God's magic tools, will they become such, that is, different from people and animals, that they do not have to eat food to live?

For now, life expectancy seems to grow the same for both people and dragons. Lene lived more than two hundred years.

No, it hasn't been confirmed that the Red Emperor Dragon still has the magic fixture of fire. Does it make sense to deduce this?

"What's going on? You look difficult."

"No, it's nothing. Thank you for the picture map. It's all right now. Can you tell me what the Maryas brought next?"

If anything is missing, I need to buy it tomorrow along with food.

Ishur said with a smile on Marya.

"Marya?"

"Mmm."

On the first day of buying spare ropes, capes, food and other necessary items at Barrick's market and crossing the Benelus River into the intersection, Ishur was suddenly set to hit a useless difficulty.

"Marya?"

"I can't walk anymore"

One horse, or two people, barely walks side by side for half a day.

Marya got here early.

"Didn't we all just take a break?"

Talk to Marya, who has sat down on the side of the road.

"Lord Mary is the son of Count Aeren's family. Lord Ishur, please forgive me here."

Ira says something sweet from the side, feeling tough.

Nina looks worried about this one a little further behind.

Nina also said let's take another break, but she looks like she's going to mention it, and I can see she cares about Marya.

There is not so much grassland between the trees, the woods, but the seemingly uninteresting servitude continues.

Bad road, narrow vision and no change. I feel distracted and tired and accumulated more easily, I feel like I know.

Even as we walked around the city together, Marya was slow to walk. There are also small ones, but since she is originally a young lady of the Earl's family, there will also be. I was definitely a little physically worried about how the road to Fugo would go......

No way. On my first day in the middle of nowhere. Is this it?

"Here."

Ishur reached out to Marya and caused her.

"Mmm."

Marya stood up with a magic wand in her right hand and stuck her hands out this way.

Do you even live long?

"Mm-hmm."

Marya is roaring as she waves her protruding hand.

"What?"

Somehow I figured out what you wanted me to do, so I'm gonna tell you to poke it off on purpose.

Isla, of course, Nina's still walking perfectly normal, right?

"Ombu"

You're a child!

"Speaking of which, Grand Duke's references, thank you."

Over your shoulders, speak to Marya on your back.

Will it be Henrik's autographed letter of introduction, rather than a letter of recommendation, shown to Seville? It is about the matter.

In a meeting with the Grand Duke, he was given that bomb statement later in the day and it was no longer there, and he could not thank himself directly.

I just don't know if he remembers any of the letters of recommendation he prepared for Seville because he would sign a lot of paperwork every day too.

"Hmm?"

"You arranged for Mr. Seville, didn't you?

"Oh."

Is it because you feel a little nasty in Marya's mouth?

Marya, is that you? I'm having a rough time with that.

Since then, I've ended up walking around Marya for a while.

I should have had another horse arranged. I don't like horseback riding, Marya says I can't ride, and the main unit will be late marching because foot soldiers are the main body anyway, which meant we only have one cargo horse and this one should go on foot, but I never expected Marya to come this early.

Say hello to Petra and the Grand Duke.

"Okay. But that's what I promised one of the chambers of commerce."

"Hmm?"

Ishur turns his face over his shoulder.

"At first, he was vigilant and he didn't tell me anything."

You didn't tell me anything about me?

"Is Mr. Seville here?

"One of the chambers of commerce, everyone."

Seville and the others initially tried to be vigilant and not talk about Marya, who tried to hear a lot about Ishur, and Marya took up a lot of deals, including an example Grand Duke reference, but still didn't try to talk about it, and made sure she would miss out on Ishur's crimes of destroying Ellistar Castle and killing the Baron, finally opening her mouth that was right, talking about Ishur, and responding to information.

"Then again, Ishur was just talking about being a sweet kid, a smart kid,"

When we got to Frontera and reunited with the Sevilles, it was a little different from what he told us.

"Mr. Seville said he told you about me instead of telling me about Ellistar's situation..."

When Ishur said it in a small voice as he whined, Marya laughed and said:

"Heh heh... I conceded that too. Same as the Grand Duke's references."

"Right, right, right"

Before I made the deal with Seville, the policy that if I were to serve the royal family or cooperate in the Red Emperor's dragon crusade, I would not be guilty of the murder of the Baron or the destruction of Ellistar Castle would have been considered at least among Marya, the Grand Duke, and the royal family.

The little resistance of the Sevilles would not have inspired them to make a royal policy.

But on the other hand, Marya's story was unexpected.

The content of the unexpected rush exchanged between Marya and Seville, one of the chambers of commerce did not even take such a bite out of it.

Seville became a villain herself and used her information for trading materials to find out what happened to Ellistar.

"Well, I knew Ishr was a good boy, too"

Say what Marya seems to be good at. Marya's story continues.

"Why?"

"Do you remember when you first met me in Rajid?

"Oh."

When I heard the vicious news of the village of Bersch from Seville, who had fled Eristar, and tried to turn back to the village?

After we broke up with them, Marya came after us.

"At that time, Ishur's face looked really spicy. But it felt like there was some kind of determination."

It makes me feel like the sound of Marya's voice sinking I was good at.

"I've already heard from one of the chambers of commerce a little bit about the village of Bersch and Ishl."

By then, Marya would have already known I could use the magic of the wind.

Marya brings her face closer over her back.

"It's impossible to see Ishur at that time and feel nothing"

"Really?

As always, one thing is hard to understand right now.

"So I told Petra, and the Grand Duke, as I heard from one of the chambers of commerce about Ishur,"

Marya's voice gets brighter again.

"He says he's smart, he's solid, he's serious, he's gentle, and he's hard not to frustrate."

That would overestimate anything at all.

Ishur put his face back to the front, which was pointing towards Marya.

Nature and tears spill out of those eyes.

Petra to Seville and Imal and Furne and to Marya, maybe their sincerity for caring about themselves saved me. At the end of the day, their feelings led to the Grand Duke. Without it, he could have been chased or killed earlier by the royal family before such stories as fighting the Red Emperor Ryu and rebuilding the village of Bersch.

The only response that could be described as a previous royal breakdown, such as the promise of the reconstruction of the village of Bersch and one thing about Ellistar, was not just because I am the owner of the magic fixture of the wind, because I have special powers.

If the royal family betrayed this one to Marya, if it stood in the way of vengeance against the borderline uncle, how would she feel when it was awesome to raid the royal castle?

Even I was desperate. To protect myself. Survival of the village, face of the Chamber of Commerce, lest harm be done to them. But without my knowledge, I myself was protected by them, by Marya and Petra, who showed great things.

I wasn't alone. I didn't mourn everything.

My vision is distorted by tears.

How great is the gentleness of a small mind that thinks of one.

In my heart comes the dazzling figure of the mighty Red Emperor Dragon, the God-like ones I've ever been in contact with.

I have the difficulty of waiting ahead and the anxiety of not being able to erase myself.

What you need to get over it.

Remember the hearts and minds of the people around you, always and forever.

Because that's definitely going to be a huge force in the future to face difficulties.

The end of a trail sandwiched by depressed grass trees.

There is no one in front of Ishur.

Feeling the warmth and weight of Marya on her back, Ishur wept and continued to walk silently.