Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

"How are you, Lord Ishur?"

The Spirit told me that Ishur was silent.

When I accidentally summoned a child's spirit before, he said there was no name, or no, but an adult like him? Is the Spirit different again? The Spirit also has something like rank, up and down, and the young Spirit still doesn't have a name, I can't tell one, I guess I can't put it on the table.

I don't know much about it, but some of the great spirits that appear in myths and other legacies must have had names.

"You know my name."

If you know my name, you don't have to bother calling me Sword Palace.

"Sure, I know your lord well, the one who guards the Lord near your side of Yveda."

It's a heavy voice. It resembles Boris Dogoulas, who fought at the Grand Duke Castle's squad yard. This spirit also conveys the feeling that the samurai are the same as him. You look like a spirit that seems pretty strong when you see it.

But I can't feel the magic so strong against its strong appearance.

Its spirits floating before its eyes, without disturbing any of the tranquillity of the night, rather secluded in the light of the pale moon, quietly standing in the air.

When he fought at the Grand Duke Castle's squad yard, the spirits recalled by Karin Edvard, the windy court demon mentor, emitted strong magic, either this or something. Is that because it wasn't normal, it was in a state of combat? Or does it mean that the Spirit in front of this eye controls magic with greater sophistication?

But near Yveda's side, huh? Heh.

That's certainly better for a woman's spirit at all, definitely that way, but you can't complain here. This great man is definitely a great spirit. Besides, close to the side, if that's the case, is it a fairly superior of the Great Spirit?

I caught the big guy.

"So..."

Hey, what is it? I wasn't sure what the name was. Carl... Al, damn it, I don't know!

"I'm sorry, could you tell me your name again? As much as you said earlier, I couldn't hear you very well."

"Oh, was it hard for humans to understand? My name is Carlitos Alruzzari."

"Callilitoaryl...?

"Carlitos Alruzzari"

"Carl Lilt, Suarala"

"... that's good enough. Sword Palace. Good in Cal, in Cal."

"Su, excuse me"

The great spirits of the samurai kept their arms together and dropped their shoulders somewhat.

I feel a little sorry for you.

"So, is Lord Cal the Great Spirit where one calls him?"

Besides, wouldn't it be rude to ask this kind of thing in person?

"Whatever, that's fine."

The Great Spirit stretched his chest again and nodded forcefully.

Looks fine. I've never offended him. Not only do I not know magic in general, detailed exercises, etc., but I also often don't know common sense things about etiquette.

But good. This ensured that the Spirit in front of me was the Great Spirit.

"That's amazing."

Then we should sign the contract right here and now. I have a pressing challenge. Things are imminent.

"Then, Lord Cal, as far as I'm concerned, I'd like to formally sign a contract with you."

Ishur called his attitude to the floating big man in front of him once again.

"Contract!?

But the great spirits of the samurai reacted unexpectedly. He unwraps his arm and his jaw is raised and flashing.

Hey, what? Did I say something awkward?

"Mmm..."

When the Spirit recovers from a moment of surprise, agitation, he grabs both arms he has unloaded and shuts himself up in some agony.

"Something's wrong..."

What's this all about? Is there a problem?

Ishur can't ask you any more. The air around me suddenly got heavy. From the great spirits of the samurai drift cold and hard signs as if to reject any pursuit of Ishur.

A heavy silence flowed between the two.

"... I'm sorry, but I can't sign with Lord Ishur"

The big man floating in the air shook his face slightly to the left and right to explore some signs, and when he thought about it for a long time, he opened his heavy mouth.

Why is that?

"Why...... I don't know, lack of service or something like that."

"... No, it's not. I can't tell you why. I don't know..."

The man of the Spirit has always said with a bad tooth cut.

"Duh, why?"

Why? What's going on? Why can't I make a contract if I should have been able to recall the Great Spirit without any problems? Is there something missing?

"Do we have to prepare something? Blood? You need my blood? Or will you need some kind of symbol or some other magic equipment?"

I don't know. I don't really know, so it takes the form of putting it out in my mouth and asking me whatever I can think of.

"No... that's not necessary..."

The Spirit is as badly toothed as ever.

He doesn't seem to know why very well either.

What do you mean?

Ishur felt like her whole body was going down. My throat dries from my tease. The agitation I feel when I'm hit by something inexplicable, something I can't help myself, when I fail something big, no, almost close to fear.

Is this happening?

Ishur turned a sharp gaze at the Great Spirit from below.

Is that Lelia? Is the Moon God in the way? No, this is the realm of the wind god. You won't even be able to do that. Then Yveda...

The god of the wind has never yet appeared before himself.

"Yveda, will you let me see God?"

If you can meet the god of the wind, you have to ask. What does it mean?

"No, that's"

The Great Spirit was visibly wolfed.

He looks surprised, nervous about his spine.

"That's... I can't"

Carlisle... looks really spicy too.

Sure, I know it's not that easy to meet God. But I'm not convinced.

Fighting the Red Emperor Dragon would be a different situation than not having the Great Spirit.

"I'm going to have to fight the Red Emperor Dragon. I really want your help. Can't you handle it?"

I just have to be honest with you about this situation now. Depending on the reaction of the Spirit in front of you, you may also know their thoughts as to whether the gods are chewing one.

I wonder if this matter still has anything to do with anything more than the advice or provocation of the goddess of the moon, Lelia. Gods, maybe we shouldn't decide cheaply on this judgment that we have different areas, etc. Or does it have anything to do with the Red Emperor Dragon having the magic of fire?

"Hmm..."

The appearance of the Great Spirit in front of him, who was wolfing and seemed to suffer, changed.

"Then you can call me back when you fight him."

The Great Spirit put his arms together again. Seems to have restored confidence and calm. No, on the contrary, it conveys something of a killer or even a struggling mind.

You don't have to make a pact with me, Sword Palace.

Oh, well. In the meantime, all you have to do is recall it again when you fight the Red Emperor Dragon.

... Good.

Ishur accidentally exhaled in relief.

It's easy if you ask me. I didn't have to sign a contract.

"But I'm sure you should sign a contract. You don't have to do the spell chant if you bother to call us, and unless the magic of the contractor runs out, we can stay in one world and wield our power, too. We can bond with our contractors, and we can do more in one world"

Ishur drops his disappointed shoulder.

Is that the case? Again.

"But don't worry. I'll do my best then, too. I know more or less how strong he is. Fight with the Sword Palace and we'll figure it out."

Oh, a powerful word.

But......

"Do you know that the Red Emperor Ryu, like me, has the magic of the fire god Balhel?"

You have to listen to this.

"Come on, you don't know. That's not true."

Huh? Is that all right?

The Spirit flushed this important question lightly. Doesn't that matter to them? You don't need to know, do you?

"But I have nothing to show you. It doesn't matter if he has the magic of God. Doesn't that sound interesting?"

The Great Spirit huffs and laughs. It just feels so tough...

"How strong is Lord Cal? I haven't seen the Great Spirit use magic yet, like, to recall the Great Spirit and fight something."

"Really?

The Spirit tilts his neck. A translucent eye hidden in the shadow of armor stares at this one.

"Oh."

"Well... if he does have the magic of fire, I can't be very fat on my own. But even the other warcraft, the Great Wizard, will not lag behind."

Right, I guess so. I know the strength for the most part.

"It's just that we've lost in one world. It doesn't matter."

This one was superfluous.

No, I made Ishl realize the basic, in a way obvious.

They are usually in the spiritual world, beyond. On this side, the state recalled by one world is only temporary, so if you run out of magic, even if you lose the battle and vanish, they will only return to their original world. Really extinguish, not die. Probably will be able to come to this side again if the magic builds up, something like that.

... I mean, fighting the Red Emperor Dragon is like a game to the Spirit of this big man in front of you, so to speak. It's like a practice game.

The reliable statement that there is no guide is simply what he said in his position.

You can't just accuse them of that. For them, on this side, the world in which one lives is the outside world, the world of approximation. I can't help but ignore the circumstances of this side of the world and not worry about it.

If this were a contract, it would deepen the ties with the contracted person, and things would change a little bit...

"Right."

Ishur said after a little while, along with a slight disappointment.

"Then Lord Ishur. When fighting that grown Fire Dragon, I want you to decide on a code between you and me so that you can call me without mistake with the others."

"Coding?"

Is it like a fitting word?

"Mm-hmm. I usually wish you would say my name when you call..."

"Carl Lil, Al......"

"That's enough."

The Great Spirit has been a little angry and sadly blocked.

"Su, excuse me"

But it's hard to remember his name exactly... Writing instruments are not on hand right now.

When the Summoner signs a contract, giving the Spirit a name is out of the question. Is that why?

I guess all named spirits are hard to remember names as long as this man. I'm sure.

"Well, that's what we need to decide on something easier"

"Best of all. So, Cal Al or something...... how about shortening it?

"Then I guess we'll have to sign a contract."

Well, it means much the same thing as giving a new name.

Ishur slams his hand on his chin and leans his neck. A lower string of moon shines in the night sky that I somehow flushed.

"Well, why don't you put a sentence in the recall spell that says," I can't recall you according to the covenant of the Moon of the Lower String? "

"Oh, don't you mind, that's fine"

The Great Spirit nodded slightly fixing his mood.

"So, before we fight the Red Emperor Dragon, may I call you on something else?"

"Um, I don't mind. It's just like I made a tentative contract with your lord this time, so to speak. I don't think it's a good idea to keep going for too long, so let's just call this a deadline until we fight that busty Fire Dragon."

Copy that.

It's a temporary contract. If you ask me, would you prefer it?

But the Great Spirit does not use the word Red Emperor Dragon. Do the spirits hate him? Don't you want to use the name "Red Emperor"?

The Great Spirit let him nod here and smile a little.

I'll see you later.

And when I said goodbye, it was light, and it just happened to disappear into the night sky.

Later only a small breeze stirring was left behind. The breeze washes itself.

Sophisticated, should I say? The Great Spirit left quietly.

Ishur rubbed his shoulder on the spot and held down between his eyebrows.

I'm a little tired, either because it was the content of an intense conversation of raising and lowering, or because I used a little more magic because I summoned the Great Spirit.

Ishur turned the meadows of the night back to everyone who was in the wild.

Why was he refused a contract, as it was good to have eyes and noses to fight the Red Emperor Dragon with the big spirits who seemed strong for now? The puzzling question remains.

Wet in the night dew and stepping on softened grass, Ishur evoked the spicy look of the Spirit.

Did he know why? Or were you suffering from something you didn't know?

Was he suffering without being able to tell himself why? I mean, someone, was forbidden to talk by something?

... I don't know.

Why can't you call out the Great Spirit as much as you can and be given the power to make a covenant?

Are they putting some sort of constraint on you?

Jerez, the Lord God of the Moon, Lelia, and Yveda.

I really don't feel like some thoughts of the gods are working there.

Lights of a flaming fire from side to side, in the slightest light of the moon and the stars. When she saw Nina, she stood up and ran to Ishur.

She grinned happily, letting a shriveled bottle of grasshopper hang over Ishl.

"Look! Mr. Ishr, I've done it!

Ishur faced Nina on the spot and put her face as close as he could to her face.

Nina wandering around.

But that's how upset I am, and good enough to make me nervous.

She was able to drain moisture from the grasshoppers.

Not for long, in just a few moments.

She might get some terrible power ahead of her.

"Well done. Nina. But tell me for yourself. I'm not saying congratulations."

Nina's face hardens when she seemed happy.

"Today, you can't talk to anyone about this magical success. And your master."

Ishur said with a harsh look on his face.

"When you're going to practice this magic, make sure no one sees you. When you ask me for advice, when there's no one around you, only when you can be sure you don't have ears. Of course I don't talk to anyone either. In the name of Jerez, I swear."

"Heh..."

Nina gets a stunned face.

"Do you know why? Nina."

Nina shook her head like no. Tears accumulate in my eyes.

She would just have thought that she could do magic, get Ishl to praise her, be happy, etc. It's suddenly being taught to give back their hands.

Poor thing, but I can't help it.

"If we can do this magic faster, or on a larger scale, we can easily kill people and warcraft like we talked about before. I taught you how to use the magic of this water to make you feel confident."

This magical use goes beyond interpersonal, against warcraft. It would also be possible to weaken wooden buildings and the foundations of buildings that are larger in the circumstances, and their ground in a way that is more fragile.

Ishur continued the conversation.

"When Nina is free to use this magic, you can be the best assassin in the kingdom."

The truth is, people and animals stop the blood flow in their bodies, they rapidly bias it to some part of the body, that's all they can easily kill.

Nina's eyes wet in tears open wide. Your mouth stays open.

"You know somehow, don't you? If so, what will happen if the royal mortals find out about it by the other magic guides"

What happens if you can freely control the moisture content of organisms and substances and force them out? It would have a wide range of applications. But I won't teach her that much. Soon she'll likely notice for herself, though.

"... Yes"

She whispered and nodded in a low voice.

"You will be used to their advantage. It's a long history of the kingdom, and it would be a hell of a number if it included something that wasn't on the record? The one who was assassinated in the royal family or court or the one who died in suspicion."

Nina nods silently.

"Nina would know, too, wouldn't she? An assassin dies most of the time tragically. Because you will know all the secrets of those who are in the throne of power. You won't have a very happy life or a peaceful life."

Ishur softly softened her fingers to Nina's eyes and wet her accumulated tears.

"So no one should know about this magic"

Nina gives a slightly shameful look and smiles slightly.

"That's very important. If no one knows this magic, you can use it only for yourself. It would also be the best trump card when no one has to know. When you are in a crisis of absolute destiny, when you must win, it will protect your life and your precious things."

Ishur smiled.

"It'll give you a lot of confidence."

Ishur glanced at her cheek line with her fingertips.

"You use this magic to protect yourself. Somebody, use it to protect something important."

Nina's face has a delightful color.

"That's why I keep this magic secret. For times of need. That's where the magic equipment comes from."

Yes, and Ishur snorted at Nina, who snorted.

I really wanted her to feel confident and hopeful without teaching her this magic.

But the wizard cannot live unless he is strong, he cannot survive. It is the wizard who fights and kills each other, whether he wants it or not. Because magic is a weapon.

It doesn't matter if you don't have a strong weapon, confidence or hope. Because I can't live.

"I wonder if there's anything more I can teach you. That's it for today. I'm going to bed."

Ishur leaves Nina and shifts that body from her front.

"Good night, Nina"

"Ah, yes. Good night, Mr. Ischl. Oh, thank you."

Nina looked somewhat in love, like a wake-up call from a dream.

Ishur turns his back from Nina and leads back to his bed, where his wrinkled cape rests.

But, Nina.

In the future, when you're free to use this magic, when I know your magical secrets, when I'm the only one trying to kill you, and if that happens, I'll kill you relentlessly before I do.

That's what magic secrets are all about.

Be strong, even though it's a secret I taught you hoping.

A powerful and rare weapon, the secret of which can never be shared.

Whether you want it or not, it is the wizard who fights and kills each other if anything.

After noon the next day.

Ishur was walking down the intersection, slightly diagonally behind Marya, who leads the way.

It's time for the Count's Lady to go "boo-boo" or something.

Ishur turns a blind eye to Marya, especially at her feet.

Indeed, Ishur can perceive how tired she is, even if she walks in front of Marya. of the air in her footsteps, if she continues to focus her consciousness on the subtle disturbances.

But it's just tiring and silly to keep it going for a long time, and the perimeter vigilance at the heart goes away, so I usually check her gait with my eyes in the current positioning.

"What?"

Marya's face remains facing forward. He calls out with his usual faceless expression.

You can't see the movement of my eyes from there. Sharp grit.

"No, it's nothing"

Keep walking silently for a while.

Behind me, Ira and Nina have been talking about the red-eyed wolf who attacked me at dawn since then. Nina's unleashed water polo hit the red-eyed head beautifully at that time, causing the red-eyed wolf to faint.

"What?"

After a while, Marya asked again.

"Hmm? Nothing."

Now Marya tells me it feels less annoying.

But that's what it is. You just have to be a little longer and walk tight on your own feet.

Keep walking even more silently.

Eventually, at the end of the road, the left and right sights opened and meadows appeared on both sides of the road. The ridges of the mountains visible in the distance are very close and growing. It looks blue and thin and sumptuous.

"Ishl."

Marya stopped and looked back.

Stop looking at my footsteps, you want me to say no.

Ishur lifted up his hand to block it and let his gaze wander to the left front of the meadow.

"There's something here."

"To?"

Marya lowers the brow she was holding up and goes back to the vegan face to see Ishl's watching.

Ishur ran forward, regardless of Marya.

On the left side of the intermediate road, the meadow surrounded by trees, was behind it. Little devil, it's a bunch of cobolts. There are dozens of them. Some are like small houses that clutter together tree branches.

The grass around the cobolt doesn't feel so trampled. Probably moved to a meadow like this little vacant lot, and it hasn't been that long.

You noticed this one over there, too, sounds like you're confused by the key noise. Excited, he is waving up blackish blurry swords and spears, running around. You're afraid of this one, there's no way you're going to attack me right away.

Hilarious, huh? You're a little bad at it because you look like a human. Killing.

There are distances, so there is no panic. The Maryas caught up when they stared at the magic without activating it.

"Little devil."

Ira has a word. Cobolt has a cool number, but she's also a calm one and doesn't pull out her sword, looking at it as if it were some other HR.

Well, the opponent is Kobolt. Even with all that, she'll be able to clean it up without a problem by herself. However, if that happens, a rather tragic scene will unfold.

"Nina, spirits."

Marya ordered Nina to take a glance at the herd of Kobolts.

Oh, is Nina's covenant spirit finally here? When they go out, they steal things, and they take children and they do evil things. Either way, we must kill them all.

"Yes, sir"

Nina replied, without even putting up a magic wand, and suddenly a word,

"Erlina!"

and screamed the name of the woman who seemed to be the covenant name of the Spirit.

Then the space in front of Nina began to appear distorted, and when it began to flash like a fine wave, magic radiated linearly from it in all directions.

The recall of the Covenant Spirit does not require a spell. He just needs to call the name of the spirits he named when he signed the contract. I guess Nina's shouting that name out loud in public means she doesn't need to keep the name of the covenant spirits secret.

When the release of magic subsided, the fine wave statue deformed into one hand, revealing an ageless woman in a classic, gorgeous robe like a dress.

Rich long hair that waves back, perfect lines from harmonious forehead to neck muscles. It was a beautiful spirit shining translucent. I do not possess any martial artefacts or canes. He has multiple bracelets on both hands.

When the Spirit saw the sight ahead and grinned lightly, he turned his head to see what he felt, and saw Ishur staring from the side.

A soft beautiful face, looking down from the front. When she smiled at Ishl, she closed one eye and showed it, it looked that way.

At that moment, something glowed and burst in front of me.

Got hit.

Wink? In this world? No. Is that a mistake? But how nice......

Come on!

Marya hit Ishur in the head with a magic wand as Ishur looked rarely. Marya's cheeks are swollen.

"I don't nibble on spiritual opponents"

Ishur looks back at Marya as she deflects her head. My face is still burning.

"Sorry...... hehe"

While Ishur turned his sloppy face to Mary, the Spirit of the Water exuded magic seeping around him and flew toward a swarm of cobolts as he slipped softly through the air.

When the Spirit rested in front of Kobolt and the others, his right hand was offered to the side from behind him and his wrist was lowered only slightly.

That was all.

Suddenly, four water columns rise from the ground of a crowd of noisy cobolts, which collapse and the surrounding meadows are covered with water.

Geysers or will crude oil look like this when it blows out?

Cobolt was swallowed by the running of the water, making noise with the key key.

Ishur detached from the path alone and walked to the side of the meadow where Cobolt was.

There is a turbid swamp spread around the area in dug up soil. There are plenty of grass trees floating on the water, but Kobolt's body has not floated as one. Are they even caught in dirt dug up in water and sunk at the bottom of the swamp?

The gorgeous Spirit, known as Erlina, when he just buried a bunch of cobolts, looked back at this one on the spot, smiled at Nina and bowed down slightly, sooo trying to blend into the green and sky of the background and disappeared.

Is it my fault that the moment it disappeared, it seemed like I had a meaningful flush on this one? No, I'm sure it's your fault.

The other person is a spirit. It's hard to love anyway.

"That's silly, Ishr"

Mary said relentlessly when she saw Ishur's face as Ishur returned to the intersection.

Ishur's face was cheerful, but it appeared to represent it and the anguish of love that anyone could see.

Ira turned to her face, waving her licence around about what was funny, and Nina stared at Isul in a way that she just stunned open her big eyes and said silently, that is, she didn't think of one like this.

"Ishur, it's terrible when you see it."

"Lord Ishur, I think you can tell without telling everyone."

"Oh, oh, that one"

It would be terrible to see anything. You see? I don't see it.

Oh, my God, do you really want me to see it?

After a while, the line rarely hit a creek crossing the road between them.

Through the meadows where the Kobolts were, and when I thought there had been a little more tall trees on both sides of the road, all of a sudden the road was interrupted and a river of water there appeared right in front of me.

The bridge is not crossed. The road disappears into the stream of the river, and continues to reappear its course this way.

Ishur stood on the river's edge and looked to the left and right. Upstream and downstream, trees continue so that they are exposed from both sides to the top of the river, and cannot be seen far away.

There are no bridges, there is not enough water to cross, it is not river width, so in some seasons the river will wither and the river muscles will disappear, but there are many stones, large and small, at the bottom of the river and around it, which is indescribable.

There is nothing in the central north of the continent that can be clearly called the rainy season, but there is also a mix of large stones there, so I'm sure there will be a time when this river has more water.

The Ishurs descended slightly beneath the river to the south, crossing the river from the scattered shallow waters of stones of moderate size.

The water is quite transparent enough to say fresh flow.

Ishur suggested to the Maryas to bathe in the river before washing it. A line of women also agreed, first Ishur watched, and from the women were to enter the river first.

Ishur said, "Cold!" "Geez," he said, turning his back to the women who bathed in the water, listening over his back to the faint voices of the women who raised their yellow voices, and sitting alone on the stone on the river's edge, holding one of his knees.

I drank plenty of water first, and the tail of a horse connected to a tree by my buckwheat is driving the bug away. But I'm fluttered, fluttered. Depending on the way you look at it, you're putting your jaw on your lap sloppily, energizing your bowling lower limit Isul, no, you also look like you're making a fool of yourself.

Ishur was thinking of Erlina, the beautiful spirit that Nina had summoned just now, and the great spirit that she had recalled last night.

I'm not dissatisfied. Say no.

The Great Spirit I recalled yesterday, Cal... somehow I did feel overwhelming strength. It only looked like it, and I felt rather a sign of a quiet stand-up that never drowned out magic.

But how about that beauty of Erlina?

If one day I can make a pact with the Great Spirit of the Wind, I'll make her look like an unbeatable beauty. I'll try to get a deal.

Ishur raised his face as he folded his secret determination in his heart. The tail of the horse, which was shaken until just now, starts to flutter up and down. When he looks at the one in front of the horse's body, he moves his ears, his forelegs, and he's restless.

Ishur also noticed an anomaly.

Upstream of the river, well ahead, I tried to hide halfway in the branches of the trees, a few gray whole, like a dough haunt, leaning against the edge of the river and drinking water.

I can see something gleaming from among the big, moving gray dough. Fangs. Pretty big and long.

... What is that?

And the women behind him suddenly quieted down, making a loud noise to the next clap, hurrying out of the river, silently wiping his body, and signs of putting on clothes.

"Ishl, tooth pig!

Is that called a tooth pig?

When Ishur stood up, Mary with a cane lined up beside him.

When I look at Fumi Marya, she rarely wears a black cape.

A knee-length red tea trouser with a tonal vest, a white blouse with a wine red scarf and a little boyish feel.

Were you dressed like this under your cape? I hope you're better than this young lady, boy.

"Isn't that cute? Marya."

"... Eh, not quite. It scares me when I get angry."

Marya said with an angry face as she turned her cheek.

"You're a powerful enemy."

Ira approaches from behind.

"The tooth pig is unusually strong and stiff, even if it can be seen, and when angry, it thrusts with tremendous momentum"

Turning around, she even wore armor already.

"Awww."

Nina still tries to wear a scorched tea robe and it doesn't feel like it's working very well.

"Let's do it."

Ishur turns forward and speaks to Marya.

The flock of toothed pigs pull their bodies together like big dough, and they're still drinking river water, and I'm not sure if they're noticing this one.

Count the dough, six in all.

"It would be tough if all that came through."

And, Marya.

There are dense trees on both sides of the river with large and small stones. You don't seem to have to worry so much because the scaffolding is bad and narrow, but to get past those guys, you have to blur their nose tips and get back on the interstate. Or will you stay here for a while?

"Do it"

Marya made the decision.

"You can wait here, but I want to exorcise the warcraft I meet as much as possible"

I see. It would be tough if that thing broke out near one village.

"That's not carnivorous, is it?

"Carnivore?... Yeah, but I'm going to attack one of them. Fang pigs eat everything."

Well, Warcraft, I guess. So far, they're ignoring this one, but they can't tell me what it feels like to attack this one.

"Then I'll do it. dispose of collectively"

Ishur sees Marya when he says so.

The frequency of warcraft occurrences has also increased steadily since around yesterday. If you're a strong opponent when you're angry, I better deal with you. I don't know what kind of warcraft will strike me tonight. Maryas inferior to themselves by their magic power should now be kept as warm as possible.

"Yeah, fine."

Marya agreed.

You can do it directly with the magic of the wind, but at any rate......

I couldn't make a contract at yesterday's recall, and I could see Nina's recall of the covenant spirits close by. There would be no point hiding it from others now.

Yveda, if you will, you have sent me a great spirit of the wind, and I will not recall you according to the covenant of the moon of the lower strings.

Ishur closed his eyes and thought of yesterday's appearance of the Great Spirit, with a whining little voice, but with all his heart cast his own recall spell.

White glow explodes in your brain.

When the space in front of you is distorted and crushed, and the wind swirls slightly around the area, it becomes tense.

Last night the Great Spirit, Carlitos Aluzzari, showed up.

Maryas breathe.

"Awesome..."

Someone's whining in the back.

The Great Spirit looks exactly like yesterday, protruding his silly big spear with his blade down in front of himself, arms together and gently floating its giant in the air.

"This is the Great Spirit of the Wind, Carlitos Aluzzari!

Marya exclaimed in amazement, trying to scream.

Ahhhhhh!?

You, why do you know! No, why do you say his name so smoothly!

You had a mouthful, didn't you?