Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

"Ishur, what's that?

The next day, a well-sunny afternoon.

Marya over my shoulder has asked me several questions since then.

When I killed two Fire Dragons together last night, it's about the magic Ishl used.

That's only marginal at the amateur level, but it's a sensory incorporation of previous life's engineering concepts and a combination of a number of magic. No way, I can't honestly talk about it, and as a result of continuing to cloud and deceive the words "come on," "somehow," "um," etc., it's still a matter of never-ending their tough pursuit.

"Tell me, Mr. Ishur, too"

Nina stares behind Marya's eyes (of course) staring at her still as she turns around, with even bigger eyes, making sure she sticks to this one and follows her back.

Ishur turned sideways and sighed, staring at the distance and saying:

"That magic is innovative. The world is about to change now, with my hands. It's magic that only a true genius can understand beyond intelligence."

Set up a cane so that Marya can intimidate you from behind Ishur.

"Don't deceive me."

"What the hell. I just wanted to say, you're kidding."

Ishur waves her hips in fear of her wand before twisting away. It doesn't make any sense, though, because you're wearing Marya on your back in the first place.

"Already!"

Nina also moves around left and right in an attempt to somehow turn into the front of Ishur.

I swelled my cheeks. Her face is so cute.

Ira grinning at them like that towing her horse behind her. Perhaps from her age it feels like her brother and sisters are playing.

There is a good reason why the pursuit of Marya and Nina is quite demanding. One was awesome in scale and power, of course, because they think they don't need to be concerned about contraindications because multiple magic is activated at the same time and that was a mechanically combined, unprecedented type of magic, plus too different from conventional magic.

Whatever magic a wizard can use or is well known to anyone, a wizard does not touch that magic of others when it comes to special techniques or careers, such as trump cards, specials, or secret moves. It is a courtesy from a long time ago and for the sake of the Worlds. If I can't find out, I could end up eating a big cliche.

"Well, what, seriously, it doesn't make sense to tell us more about yesterday's magic thing. I don't think I understand everything by explaining it. No one will ever know. I'm sure."

Ishur said he looked serious when he could play with them alone. The last one became a small whine like a single word.

I can't help talking to people in this world about the basic structure of pistons and fans, barometric pressure and lifting power. Not only does it detract from the story, but it only makes the eyes of suspicion harder that you are who you are.

When Maryas heard the murmur, they pressed silence and did nothing to hear from him.

Near evening, the line reached the village along the intermediate road, the settlement known as Rudol.

The road became a little wider along the way, the forests cracked and my vision opened, and I could tell every inch that people were approaching me.

Ruddle's settlement size is about a few dozen houses, but it has long been an old-fashioned ring settlement, either prepared for the Warcraft raid or hard to see in the neighborhood. The houses concentrated on the rings around the digging and fencing, and the rings were built dispersed in three places, during which the creek stretched and the smaller wheat fields spread.

"Ring settlement..."

Ishur whines in a small voice in front of the village.

"Kanga?

Marya asks questions.

"No, even though it's not near the border, I'm touring the dig well. Is it because there are still so many warcraft?

Blur. Blur.

Ishur is a scholar.

Safe, I guess.

Should we say that the languages of the continent, including the kingdom, are in two stages, by degree of difficulty, in large part? A combination of slight expressive characters in the subject, used by children and ordinary people. There are two stages: those in which the proportion of expressive characters used by aristocrats, clerics, academics, wealthy traders, etc., has increased. Although visually quite different, such as the shape of the appearance letters, the basic structure, including grammar, is very similar to Japanese.

Ishur was immersed in Farro's study at an early age, so he can read and write quite a few of the more difficult languages spoken by the intellectual classes of this world.

I don't know if there is a word "ring" in this world, but if we combine the corresponding expressive characters, we can create the word "ring".

If Ishur puts words like this in his mouth that he doesn't even know if they are there, those around him will somehow know what they mean by the sound, but they will decide that it is a difficult word that they have never seen or heard before, so Ishur is a scholar, like Marya.

"I think hunting and collecting mountain vegetables and mushrooms are more predominant than barley, but I've heard that sand gold can be collected in the surrounding rivers large and small"

Ishul and Marya were listening to each other, and Ira told me.

At the entrance to the village there was a wooden gate, which was now open, but on the side stood one young man of quite a flexible body with a spear.

A young man approaches.

"Wizard, huh? No way."

"Bounty hunters heading to Fugo. Can you stay the night?"

To whom of the young men Ishur said as he moved forward.

I didn't know I was dressed up like that while I was still wearing Marya.

Dark.

There is a red burning sphere at its center.

The surface of the sphere is flaming and swaying. A world without sound.

Is it the sun? Marya's fireball? Fire. Is it a flame from the underworld? No, you said blue flames in that story.

I think I've seen this sight before. Where the hell...

Piss, and I get something cold on my face.

It jumped up reflexively.

Is that water? Did someone water you?

"A dream."

Yes, it was a sight I had seen in my dreams before. I had the same dream.

Ishur woke her torso from the top of the straw where she slept, wiping her wet face with water by hand.

Look up. Nothing. No one. I can just see the beams of the roof in the dark.

Hmmm......

And, suddenly on the left hand side, pushing air through the gap outside the stables, signs of something flying.

Time stops. Two throwing knives approaching the left corner of the sight, at a considerable speed.

There is a sign of one outside the stables.

Ishur gathers the wind and goes off the track of the knife. Enter the motion of lowering the simultaneous head forward and bowing.

When Ishur cut the magic of early sight, Kakan, and the knife stabbed him in the back of the back of Ishur's head and into the back slab wall.

A stable in the sky without a single horse, the sound of the wind blowing through its walls and columns sounded. You could have missed the knife's orbit a little bit.

Ishur runs out of the stables as he jumps up.

Of those who threw a knife, a blurred back in the dark is heading towards the village square. I don't seem to be using magic, but it's pretty quick.

When Ishur gathers the wind, he assists his whole body and moves on to tracking.

Assassin. Who?

Ruddle Village?

After that, the women slept in the village chief's house at the mercy of the man that Ishur was the eldest son of the village chief, and Ishur slept in a stables alone. There are only men of such a resilient stature as Paulo in the village, and the elderly and women and children are being evacuated to cities and villages along the streets of Alva, he said. Since the appearance of the Red Emperor Dragon in Kusim, the number of Warcraft, including the Fire Dragon, has increased at once, because even the village of Ruddle, which can be adequately prevented by the combined Warcraft, has become a dangerous situation.

As a result, many of the houses in the village were struck with wooden slabs and marutai on doors and windows, which are now unusable, and the men who remained in the village also gathered in several large houses, such as the village chief's house, to sleep and eat together, he said. That's why the line of women managed to get a room convenient at the village chief's house, and Ishur was to spend the night in an empty stables.

As the assassin crosses the village square without a sound, he is headed towards the entrance and exit of the village, the gate facing the intersection.

Fast.

Aren't you a villager if you're heading outside the village?

Ishur speeds up and follows that back.

As the opponent came to the side of the gate, he pierced something into a large pillar supporting the gate, and jumped it up to the scaffold with a quick stature to the top of the pillar, disappearing beyond it.

It's like a ninja. There are also shadow-workers in this world, bandits and rangers when it comes to games, and jobs that are commonly referred to as hunters.

That guy would be it. The Shadow One, it's the first time I've seen it.

Ishur did not give up there, and jumped over the gate once and for all himself with the wind, following the assassin.

The assassin does not flee along the intermediate road, but runs down the meadow that extends south of it towards the woods in the back.

Ishur jumped over the gate without difficulty, increasing his speed and keeping that distance. I won't forget to gather winds over the sky.

And the man stopped his foot in a breeze blowing down the meadow, and looked back, and looked toward Ishul. The long hair tied behind me flickered as I looked back.

Woman. Then you're not from Ruddle Village.

Unlike Nojuku, you're staying in a house in the Circumpolar settlement. This alert will loosen up, and it will be easy to break in if you possess such skills. Didn't you lurk near the village of Ruddle from the beginning and aim for this one?

The woman has stopped running and turned her body to the front of Ishur.

Looks like he's silently waiting for Ishur to get close.

I guess you noticed you couldn't get away with it anymore.

Well, that's more helpful. I don't feel any sign of some kind of magical trap, and I don't really want to leave the village.

The moon is already in the new moon. The light of the stars is all around. The woman dresses like the men in the village, and she doesn't know her face or age well, except that she has long hair.

Ishur slowed down along the way, touching the Bersch family ring and slowly approaching as he stared at the woman.

It's easy to kill on this occasion, but I have a lot to ask you before I do.

She offered her right hand all the way when Ishur approached the woman to a distance where her voice could speak to each other. Black eyed gauntlet on protruded fist.

A black gauntlet? For a moment, the figure of a magnificent black man on the Grand Duke's escort floats in Ishl's brain.

Something black was ejected from the woman's gauntlet.

That came to Ishur at a tremendous speed. Ishur gathered the wind, and built a wall before its black. The black thing hits the wall and spreads on all sides. Something like an amoeba. While it was about to be pushed back into the wind wall, it dropped its black color and became translucent and slid through the wall, stretching some like tentacles and quickly piercing Ishur's chest.

The magic of a quick look doesn't work!?

Ishur couldn't even avoid it. The Bersch family ring isn't working either.

It approached Ishl as he shrunk its tentacles, trying to blend in the whole thing and into Ishl's body.

Come on!

For a moment in shock and fear, my head turns white.

The feeling of touching your internal organs.

Ishur was attacked by fierce nausea and accidentally fell on one knee, spitting out what was in her stomach.

The built-in is rampant.

First off, this isn't good.

Ishur froze his mind into a sense of crisis as he returned what was in his stomach.

At that time, my whole body became fiercely hot for a moment. High fever crawls around like a prick in the inside of a body.

Then, at once, the discomfort that rose from the body disappeared.

It blows out because the black thing is Ishl's, so that it can be burned and disappears into the universe.

It's magic equipment.

The magic apparatus of the wind in the body worked. I'm sure.

A woman was imminent right in front of her when Ishur stuck her face up as Was the woman trying to get over Ishl in the gauntlet, or was she trying to use some other unidentified magic? But the moment Ishur saw her, the woman's gauntlet made a loud noise and broke, and blew away. It was almost at the same time that everything black disappeared.

The woman is surprised and wants to fly back.

She dropped her gaze on that arm for a moment as she rubbed my right arm and looked up at me again.

A sense of crisis comes from all over the woman.

Offensive reversal.

The woman's face, seen nearby, still looks young, dark and unclear, but neat.

Ishur trapped her in the wind wall.

The wind swirls around the woman.

"Ugh..."

The woman is twisting and waving herself to move her hands and feet. I heard a woman groan slightly through the sound of the wind.

As Ishur stared at the woman, she vomited and wiped the tears accumulated at the edge of her eyes, putting her hand on her chest and exhaling one loud breath.

What was that black thing earlier? At first it was affected by the wind, but on the way it has been dematerialised, eliminating entities and passing through wind walls. It was a quick move but the magic of a quick look didn't work. Perhaps the disturbance caused by the Bersch family rings had not worked either.

Does it feel like an evil spirit? If there are spirits in this world, there are evil spirits. Of course, I've just heard it in cathedrals, myths, gay tales, and one rumor, though I've never actually seen it before.

If that black thing was like an evil spirit, the shattered gauntlet would be a magic apparatus related to the evil god, the god who can unite evil gods and evil demons, and the desolate god Baltar. By the way, Baltar is considered the brother of the fire god Balhel in the Cathedral Church. I haven't heard much about it before, I haven't seen it at all, it's a rare piece of magic.

Many magic implements are unsystemed, or occupied by the martial system of the martial arts god Irbez, plus a five-element system.

Ishur picked up one piece of the gauntlet scattered around his feet. Combined with some iron and wood on the leather, it seems a little elaborate but not particularly rare. There's no better way to be sure of what kind of magic this gauntlet is than if it's broken.

Ishur looked again at the woman trapped in the wind wall.

of a woman, meets her hostile eyes in bitterness. There was a starlight in his eyes.

I wish I could ask this guy directly.

Maybe this woman won't say a word about anything. Even if I tortured you. This guy is a professional killer.

Why don't you ask Marya tomorrow?

I don't know if I'm going to kill him next.

Even if he's a professional killer, he's still a young woman.

This woman's magic equipment is no longer available. It's no longer a big threat to me, and killing one to the nagging is not sleeping well.

Ishur created a large wind vortex over her head, mainly on the woman.

A woman looks up anxiously at the roar of the wind becoming flashy.

So Ishur made some air balls out of the vortex of the wind, some distance from the woman and erased the wall of the wind that was covering her.

As soon as a woman turns her face back to Ishl and tries to take a step forward with her hands on the knife she was laying on her hips, she bursts an air ball into the woman's foot.

"Geez."

A woman raised an unexpected yellow scream and blew it behind her.

He is lying on his back on the ground, hands on his face and coughing. I guess I got dirt and dust in my nose.

Ishur roared and threatened the rest of the air balls over the woman's head. The woman leaves one hand on the ground and falls back desperate as she slightly wakes her torso and shifts her hips.

Ishur proceeded slowly to walk as the woman retreated. The air balls will be moved as well.

Ishur spoke to the woman as she walked.

"Who is your Lord? Who hired you?

Even if this woman doesn't talk about anything, I can't help but listen to this. You have to listen to me.

"Tell me or I'll blow your fucking head off next time."

"... who speaks"

The woman said briefly that she was ready or that she would stand up wiping her face with one hand.

"Kill to one thought"

The first decent talking woman's voice was younger and cuter than I thought.

She pulls her jaw, stares at this one, and seems angry and nervous on both shoulders. But even with hostility, I can't feel as much killing as I did before.

She doesn't have any effective means of attack left.

……

Somehow, something like this?

Ishur distracts himself and lowers his shoulders slightly.

The most likely owner or employer of this guy would be Borderline Uncle.

She simply fled to this place and did not come to the notion that she could no longer escape in this place. After failing to assassinate me, who slept alone at the stables, I lured him this far, securely severing him from the Maryas, the court demon conductors, before using the Special Trump Card.

Survival of the fallen Baron Brigal family, I don't think he has the power or the money to hire this woman to relatives.

"Well, fine. I'll keep you alive. Go home and tell your lord or your employer. Whatever you do, it's useless. It's for your own good to be quiet."

Well, this is where I want to wash my neck and wait, but cut the classic heh and make a stronger threat...

It is not certain that the opponent has decided with Borderline Uncle.

"Go. Go in front of me."

Ishur said to the woman who would shrug in silence. I roar as much as I can about the air balls spinning over a woman's head.

The woman loosened her strong gaze for a moment, which was pointing toward Ishur, turning away slightly, silently flinching herself and rushing through the meadow.

The woman disappeared into darkness. It disappeared into the woods behind the meadow.

Returning to the village, Nina was alone and standing in front of the village chief's house in the square.

"So, are you okay? Mr. Ishl......"

Nina dives in her voice and asks.

Speaking of which, it would be her spirit, Erlina, who watered me asleep and woke me up.

There are just men around, and Nina may have asked Erlina to keep an eye on her at her own discretion.

"Yeah, thanks Nina. Say thank you to your spirits. Thank you."

Nina, even if she knew I was rampaged in Ellistar, she wouldn't know that I was after Borderline Uncle, that Borderline Uncle might notice it and hit her hand, and those things.

The royal acquiescence in my revenge is the biggest secret. I didn't write it, and if I had to, there would be no definite evidence, and the royal family would be able to escape any mention of it if the matter leaked outside, but making sure no one knew but the very limited ones is a natural course of action.

"I don't mind telling Marya or Ira about this night to the best of Nina's knowledge."

Ishur heard something. I told him to block Nina from doing so.

Ira wouldn't simply be acting as Petra's escort either. In military, intelligence terms, she must also be serving as her sidekick. It is possible that she is also aware of the circumstances surrounding this borderline uncle.

"Because of my personal circumstances, I can't tell you the details. Nina better not know."

"What,... yes"

Nina seems a little dissapointed. But that's because she's worried about me.

"I'm sorry, Nina. But I can't get you involved."

Ishur told Nina to turn to herself and whisper.

Nina's eyes swayed faintly, like a star blink.

"Hmm."

Marya is succumbing to the grass and picking up yesterday's gauntlet fragments to make sure.

"What do you got?"

Marya has looked up to Ishur, who stands beside her.

"To nothing."

This one, this one...

The next day, Ishurs thanked the people of the village of Ruddle for renting an overnight lodging, paid nearly twice the market price to divide some dried meat, hard-baked bread, potatoes, etc., and left the village.

As soon as Ishur left the village gate, he invited Marya to the meadow in the back where he fought the woman last night, explaining in detail the backdrop of the matter on his way. Ira and Nina are asked to wait in the middle of the road with their cargo horses with a no.

Marya continued to look into the other fragments with her flashing Ishur on her ass, with her face devouring nothing, and when she stood up slowly she approached Ishur and said.

"It fits in Ishr's spotlight."

According to Marya, the black thing that struck Ishur yesterday is definitely like an evil spirit. It is a very rare thing indeed, but some people in the kingdom say they have similar magic fixtures.

"... a spell rather than a magic fixture, maybe"

"Because it's the magic equipment of the desolate god Baltar?

"Right."

Marya continued her conversation as she nodded.

"You walked into Ishur's body and maybe tried to eat a built-in one, or you attacked him in the head and tried to scrap him, but you got turned back by the wind magic fixture in Ishur's body"

Reminds me of the feeling that happened in my body yesterday. That's certainly what it was like.

I wasn't explicitly thinking about using my own magic equipment to kill that black thing then. He automatically eliminated that black thing, like a creature in a magic device.

"Evil spirits and their vessels were one in two, so I think the vessels also lost shape when the evil spirits disappeared,"

And, Marya kept talking, but I don't know one thing she's still saying right now. I know that that broken gauntlet wasn't just sealed. I'm pretty sure that black one was controlled by that woman.

That one, I might say a little closer to the magic lamp. The evil spirit sealed in the gauntlet, the demon obeys the orders of its owner. Destroy the gauntlet, or kill the demon, if you let it disappear, they'll both break or disappear from each other, like that.

"Uncle who was on Grand Duke's escort the other day, right? That one has the same magic equipment. I think one is the magic fixture of the martial arts and the other is that. That's what they say."

Is that the man with the black knuckles wearing the gauntlet on both arms? You mean you have the type of magic fixture that accelerates and strengthens and the Baltar curse?

"What was the name of that one? What kind of guy?

"His name was Domil Fullsiek, a one-generation Baron Emeritus, and he must have been the second or third son of the direct noble Viscount Fullsiek."

A direct minister aristocrat is also known as an urban aristocrat, who, as his name suggests, was a direct minister to the Crown, residing in the King's capital and having a small territory around it, or receiving salaries directly from the Crown. He has little of his own military strength and inferior economic power, like the lords in the kingdom, but is high in rank because he is a "direct minister," many of whom serve in the court and have strong powers. Except the feudal lords within the kingdom are also occupied by those who were royal ministers.

"So, that man is also a court magician?"

"Yes."

Being the high brother of someone's magic mentor will sometimes be given the inheritance or division of the magic equipment that the mentor has, so it won't matter if he's the second son or the third son of a nobleman or doesn't originally have the magic equipment, but it is.

"Do you mean that he is one of those with similar curses in the kingdom? But it's a noisy story."

If you recall the Spirit, you can counter it, but the woman yesterday has probably put out that black thing with no chant.

"Right. That's a little like my wand."

The wand of Mary, the spirits made of that flame calling out with the magic fixture of fire, is called Bescortino, not exactly the covenant spirits of Mary, but the covenant with the magic fixture, or the spirits linked to the magic fixture.

"It's not just sealed in this wand, so I have to cast a spell every time I recall it, and like the covenant spirit, I can't communicate my will all the time. I can do a little bit."

That's why it's difficult for Mary to sign with other fire spirits, he said.

"I don't think I can, if I push it, I can get a contract. I tried to recall other spirits before and sign a contract, and they refused."

"Really?... what?

Wait, isn't that a lot like my case?

... If so, are there spirits in my wind magic fixture that are already in a contract state?

But I couldn't summon the Spirit, that is.

"Is there any special recall spell to recall the Spirit of Mary's Fire?

"Yeah, yeah, just put his name in the usual spell"

Marya pretended her head to the side with a clouded look.

"Really..."

Ishur dropped his disappointed shoulder.

Maybe in my case, I need some kind of special recall spell. No, like Vescortino before that, there's nothing I can do if I don't know the name of the spirits that are linked to my magic equipment.

This is the end of Marya, and she begins to fall in the middle of nowhere.

Ishur looked at the side of it and suddenly remembered that day. On her way home to the magic store with Marya, she said something like, "It feels like Ishl has something in it, you don't have to rush into a contract with the Spirit."

Was that about this?

There are also many examples of the relationship between wizards and spirits, I guess.

Ishur stared at Marya's little hindsight as she walked ahead.

A soft breeze blows through the meadow from side to side. Her black cloak swayed like a wave.

……

And, wait! I still had something to ask you!

Run to fly and line up next to Marya, face Marya as much as you want.

"Hey, what?

Marya was surprised and stood aside. Red cheeks.

I don't want Nina and the others to hear this. Ishur told Mary's ear to whisper.

"Was it Uncle Borderline's hand that tried to kill me yesterday?

"Mmm..."

Marya solidified. Her thinly shaped eyebrows are tingly moving up and down.

Was it a little too close?

"I don't even know that."

Marya turned away and said with her cheeks swollen and lips pointed.

Talking to her in the first place about revenge against Uncle Borderline or the darkness with him that I don't even know if it really is. Nothing but annoyance for her.

"But I don't think an assassin with that kind of magic equipment can prepare that much, even a borderline uncle"

Still, Marya answered sincerely. I haven't been able to get my eyes on it.

"Well, I guess so."

A slight but reassuring sensation spreads through the chest. Although Marya is in a bad mood.

"I'm sorry, Marya. Thanks for all your help."

I need you to apologize firmly here and get me in a good mood.

Ishur smiled as much as he wanted, this time more distantly apologizing to Marya than he had just done, and was going to thank her. But in fact, he kept his face even closer to hers. My feelings turned forward.

Marya turned her face bright red and swung her magic wand around.

Dark Midori leaves draped in front of me, evergreen trees probably, but I don't know what kind.

The leaves are sprinkled with water and accumulated little by little on the tip of the leaves facing down, eventually falling into a shizuku.

That repetition. It keeps raining lightly in the background.

"Let's go when the rain legs get a little weaker"

Ira is talking to Marya in the back.

"Lord Ishur, at that time"

Now I've spoken to Ishl.

Ishur nodded silently as he turned his face slightly to the side.

The weather deteriorated from that afternoon when we left Ruddle Village, the sky gradually covered with clouds, and it began to rain in the evening. Since then the days of cloudy and light rain have been repeated.

The itinerary is delayed, arriving in Vesca, the second village along the intersection, a day later than planned, then passing the intersection route to Alva a whole day later, and today, on the fifteenth day after leaving Frontera, the rain legs are stronger as we enter the next part of the intersection to the right, one line quietly raining as we all stand solidly under the large trees at the side of the road.

This path should finally connect you to the streets from Alva to Kusim and make it a lot easier to walk.

After the weather had deteriorated, as I was concerned, the road was covered in mud, and since then, it has become a journey of extreme difficulty, especially for Marya and Nina, in a row. Ishur also spent longer wearing Marya, and fatigue was more accumulated because he was to walk while using the magic of the wind to fly the rain grains so that a line could walk without getting wet during light rain.

It was also the matter that Ira had asked Ishl to do. If the rain legs weaken at all, we have to use Ishur's magic to get some more time to walk and regain the lag.

I didn't get much rest in the village of Beska either. Vesca was also similar to the village of Rudol, where only a few men were in the village, and it had to be good to have been able to sleep overnight in the rain, where the roof was for now.

But it may have been good that the weather conditions made the Warcraft dive into the shadows and almost disappear along the interstate road.

Water droplets accumulating at the tip of the leaf in front of you. In that little world are mud and dark colored trees, the Ishurs.

Since then, there have been no assassin raids that seem to have come from Uncle Borderline.

If it were next, would it be after I arrived in Fugo? But Fugo has more than one royal shadow man, agent, and the moment Marya meets with deputy Kusim of the Borderline Uncle family who is evacuating to Fugo, Fugo's top man becomes essentially her.

In fact, it would be quite difficult for a borderline uncle to get his hands on himself with a fugo. If you get your hands on me in a situation where the kingdom extends to Fugo, if you kill him, Uncle Borderline may suffer more severe reprisals from the kingdom side. If the Red Emperor dragon crusade were to fail, the retaliation would be even harsher on the shadows by the day.

You don't have to kill me, you don't have to kill me.

Ishur grinned loudly.

Water droplets are about to fall off the tip of the leaves. So for some reason, the droplets floated away from the tip of the leaves while retaining their shape, rising high in the sky and disappearing into overlapping rainy slopes.

The wind was slightly blowing upwards as it appreciated the rain falling.

Two more days later he entered the street from Alva to Kusim. It is also known as Alva Street and Kusim Street. There was a lot of luggage traffic on the road.

The weather is cloudy. Under the white, deep clouds, we walk silently on its foot. If you walk this road for half a day, a parting road will appear to go to Fugo. If you go left there, you'll get to Fugo in another breath, a whole day or so.

A short while after I started walking down Kusim Street, a few men walked past me from the rear early and at a solid foothold. They were all wearing swords, bows and spears on leather armor. It looked like a bounty hunter's party, going to make one in Fugo from now on.

As one of the men overtook Ishur, he silently handed over a small scroll of paper to Marya, who had been mumbling.

The bending backs of the men ahead are heavy.

Those men are shadow-workers in the royal family.

Marya has read that roll of paper and silently offered it to Ishl from behind.

There was a rambling run writing where the Red Emperor Dragon Crusade Squad HQ led by Rifia Behm advanced Alva on yesterday's date, he said.

That evening, near ten men jumped out of the front, between the trees, at the point where it was time to split up to Fugo. They are all dressed very similar to the shadowworking people who overtook them in the morning. Hunter, he's a bounty hunter.

The men approach us on a small run.

Ishur unloaded Marya, who was nagging on her back.

"Mmm."

Marya is scrubbing her eyes asleep.

Behind her back, Ira gave Nina the horse's reins and came out in front of Ishur. I have my hands on the sword pattern.

The men were blind to such Ishurs and passed by early enough.

"You guys, it's dangerous to go first."

As I passed by, only the man at the rear called out.

The men leave far away towards Alva.

What the fuck?

He also did not react much to the black-crushed marya with the big magic wand.

Together, keep walking with your neck clenched. When I got to where the men jumped out, there was a long way to go to Fugo. I couldn't see them hiding in the trees on the side of the road.

As I entered the parting path, which narrowed somewhat, I heard Keane and the sound of a tall warcraft from beyond the trees.

Fire Dragon. Definitely. The treble part of that characteristic ringing is ringing so far.

From the sound of the squeal, there seems to be a little distance. I don't even get caught up in my senses. Anyway, it's definitely the one at the end of the street.

"Nina!"

Marya speaks to Nina.

"I'll do it. 'Cause I'm going first."

Assist and run as hard as you can.

On the left, I feel great magic coming from behind me as I slowly run down the curvy path north. Turning around, Erlina comes after us in the air. I fly like I'm slipping through the sky, keeping my distance from this one. Beautiful and divine until you fly in the air.

Did Nina recall Erlina......

How strong is Erlina compared to the Fire Dragon? Though of the same lineage, the Spirit of Maryan Fire, Vescortino, has fought almost reciprocally with the Fire Dragon, but has been defeated in the end.

It would be dangerous to put Erlina forward. You can also recall the Great Spirit, but because of this, I'd like to give it a try.

At the end of the slowly bending curve, the street became a straight line and opened its sight. Fire dragons are attacking something a long way ahead.

Erlina came after me. Increase the speed of running. Looking into his eyes, Fire Dragon seems to be caught in an overthrown luggage truck and fishing for loads. They must be attacking the caravan heading to Fugo. Are there loads of food, large quantities of dried meat and livestock on the load?

The subject came within the sensing range. Several luggage cars, signs of multiple people in the woods on your left.

"Wait!

Scream to the Spirit trying to get up to speed and go first.

Erlina slowed down and looked back at this one.

Good. I can't have a conversation with the other wizard's covenant spirits, but for now, this voice seems to convey.

"I want you to make two water polo balloons. Can you do me a favor?

Stop once and speak to her.

Speaking to her, he begins to gather the wind against the Fire Dragon in the sky behind him. Backward, dozens of whirlpools are installed at the "hands" edge, gathering wind from the unmagically ineffective outside as well. If you do it flashy on the side of the Fire Dragon, you might get away with it.

Erlina put her hand on her mouth as she glanced at the sky, starting with the freshly roaring noise, and as soon as she showed her elegance to her surprise, she lowered her hand and looked at this one and smiled and nodded.

Beautiful is the trick of tilting your face slightly to the side and nodding. Beautiful smile. Everything is beautiful. I can see it coming by accident.

"Can you lend me that water polo?"

She smiled at me again.

At the same time as her smile, behind her, two water polo balloons about a long walk (skull, about six to seventy centimeters) in diameter appear without sound while distorting the background view.

"Thank you. Don't get out in front of me."

Ishur "grabbed" the two water polo balloons with the wind as he thanked the Spirit of Water and ran forward.

As Fire Dragon approached Ishul about to cut his 500-long stride, he turned his head, which was fishing for the load, and looked at Ishul and gave him a sharp growl.

Low sounds like a grunt and high sounds shaking Keane and the air echo like a bite on Ishl.

Magic runs through the entire body of the Fire Dragon, concentrating around the base of his neck. Fire dragons are a precursor to flaming.

Ishl gathers air forward without loosening the run and solidifies it in the form of an oversized spear.

Fire Dragon opened its jaw and exhaled the flame. Ishur paid diagonally for the flames looming upon him, with the spear of the wind, so that he could scrape them up in reverse.

Fire dragon flames rise and disappear against cloudy skies.

Ishur pressured the air around him to spin the water balloon he received from Erlina, accelerating the first shot first and hitting the dragon's head. A fierce roar of wind rushes around Ishur and around Erlina flying behind it.

Fire Dragon's head shakes and about half his head blows up. Water polo barely breaks shape and disappears beyond it.

In the second shot, the top disappeared from the neck of the Fire Dragon.

Fire Dragon blew a black thing up from his neck and lay down on the ground.

Naturally, liquids can produce stronger penetration than gases.

Ishur stopped and turned to the spirits of the water floating behind him.

Smile,

"This is it."

For a moment, it must have been his illusion that a demonic light ran into Erlina's eyes.

In quite a few incendiaries, the men in the merchant squad are drinking and laughing.

"There are no examples in the past..."

Murmuring as Marya stares at the flames of the bonfire.

Marya's eyes are serious.

"Ya, I knew you were..."

and Nina.

Ira is just drinking with a smile on her face from earlier. Silent.

As quiet as a circle of men is, this one with Ishur is quiet. It is as if it were an overnight stay.

Well, sure, because I buried one firedragon, easily.

Ishur stared at Marya and Nina, who breathed heavy air, with a waking eye.

After Ishur was buried by the Fire Dragon, the Maryas caught up, but the first word she said to Ishur when she saw the body of the Fire Dragon was, "Ishur, what the hell did you do?"

On the way back, when Nina blued her face when she heard the circumstances from Erlina, she was worried. Marya called out... a stream in which Ishur used Erlina's water polo to kill the Fire Dragon, that is, the Spirit this time, but Marya was to know that another wizard had superimposed another magic on the magic expressed by the wizard.

She saw it as a problem.

Normally, wizards who use the magic of the same lineage cannot “overlap” magic. Ishur tried it with a different system: water and wind, but also with his spiritual counterparts.

I have trouble responding even if they say so.

Ishur said words to Marya's inquiry, suggesting to put the post-processing ahead, including the body of the Fire Dragon blocking the way, and deceiving the scene.

He then called back the merchants who had fled behind the woods, causing all the cars that had been overturned, especially with the power of Ira, to handle the bodies of some horses eaten by fire dragons and the calves that had been loaded, to pack the scattered baggage, to work busily and to hear the circumstances from the merchants.

The merchants were the merchants on their way from Alva to Fugo to sell groceries, transport to Fugo is dangerous, but they can sell high in Fugo for that matter, and incentives come from the Border Uncle family, so they hired a large number of mercenaries to make several round-trips between Fugo and Alva until now. But the other day we were unlucky enough to meet the Fire Dragon raid, and the mercenaries fled with us, and we couldn't abandon the load and flee, but we retreated to the woods to see how things were going. A bunch of bounty hunters unlike the Ishurs would be their escaped mercenaries.

The merchants then asked Ishur and the others to accompany them, and Marya admitted it, to go all the way to Fugo ahead. The merchants wanted to take the scales of the Fire Dragon, but to peel the scales of the Dragon, they would need tools such as hammers, hammers, and hammers.

I convinced the merchants, too, that Ishur now gave up and what if when he gathered his tools in the fugo and went back to Arva, but just over ten people, including Isla, could not move the body of the Fire Dragon blocking the road to the side of the road. I don't know what will happen to the body of the abandoned Fire Dragon next, but I had no choice but to go straight to Fugo.

The merchants don't know if they know, but the Crusader Squad, led by Rifia, who will come later, will do whatever it takes.

"You just have to let Rifia do it, it would help if the main unit were a little late," he murmured so that Marya rarely sounded only Ishl with a bad face.

The merchants then organized the load so that they could tow their luggage on the surviving horse, and along with Ishur and the others they proceeded some walking until sundown, and were to go wild together.

As a matter of courtesy, alcohol and meat were to be behaved by the merchants at dinner.

By the way, I didn't come up with any suggestions from the merchants to hire Ishur and the rest of the line up to Fugo. Anyone can quickly see from the strength of the Ishurs, the outfits and crowds of Marya and Nina that they are not just bounty hunters.

"Ishur, it's time to explain"

Marya has taken her eyes off the burning fire and stared straight at Ishur.

"And even if you say so."

That there was a magical overlap, which is probably because there is a fundamental difference between the magic you use and the magic you use, Maryas, the wizards and spirits of this world. Perhaps they "bring" magic as well as magic from "outside" with magic implements and their own knowledge and will. I guess the magic tricks and industries are stereotyped and almost complete by the time they are activated in this world. Isn't that why you can't overlap other magic or do it a lot?

The magic of the Great Spirit used the other day to defeat the Tooth Pig, that stupid big wind blade, is a typical example. If I could do anything more with that, I wouldn't be able to do it without the free-flowing magic I use. No, technically, the magic I use is a substitute for magic in this world.

Even the magic used by Marya and Nina may have some freedom if it is a technique that can be activated without chanting.

"It's the same as before when we stopped the two Fire Dragons. I use magic in a different way than existing magic. I guess that's why I could have done that. It's not something I can explain."

"... ok"

Marya nodded. But it doesn't feel completely convincing.

"In past wars, you've gathered wizards of the same lineage to fight sieges and stuff, haven't you?

Ishur asked Marya the opposite question.

Even when fighting powerful warcraft, when the conditions are in place, that has been done more than once.

"Yeah."

Marya's story says there have been examples in the past of concentrating demon mentors of fire systems in siege warfare to carry out fire attacks and so on. It has been repeated many times before that the Mages simultaneously throw multiple fireballs into enemy castles and attack them.

"It's a basic tactic to fight a single demon leader against two demons of the same lineage."

"I guess so."

"But what Ishl did was that no one had ever succeeded before"

Marya opens her eyes and stares at Ishur.

"Few people have tried it before."

"The sword of Yveda is the magic of God.... That would be fine, wouldn't it?

"Whoa."

"Or the magic of God"

Ira and Nina raise their voices.

To them too, the word "magic equipment of God," would be the first ear. Let's roll some smoke in here. Any further pursuit is difficult.

"The Magic Fixture of God..."

Surprisingly, Marya nodded like she was convinced from the bottom of her heart this time. Yeah, yeah, everything.

Marya's reaction is probably reasonable as a wizard in this world.

But.

I guess Nina is still practicing unknowingly......

Ishur remembered the night he taught Nina his knowledge of water, which is not yet well known in this world.

The wizards of this world have never before been able to use new magic.

Starting the next day, the streets to Fugo clearly grew in degrees of gradient and were to continue walking on long slopes.

Forests on both sides of the road eventually turned into neglected forests, increasing the proportion of grasslands with open vision.

On the way, the mountains, now deep and high, so as to cover the sky, were visible as far as the sight continued.

Two days later, in the midst of the foggy fine rain, the city of Fugo, carrying a mountain in the background, appeared so that it emerged from among its mountains.