Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

Colorless skies close to white, bright, deeply cloudy skies.

When did you first see this sky?

I think I was about three then. At the time, my parents and three members of my family, lived in a large estate. That's when I went out with my mother to a nearby supermarket.

The supermarket was quite big and I got lost with my mother on the way to shopping. Then I don't remember how I looked for my mother and how long I was lost.

It was in the square of a large park adjacent to the estate that I was able to meet my mother. Vision opened up around the park, and beyond it I could see a lot of buildings in the same form of estate standing side by side. I was sobbing a lot.

The sky then is the sky now.

My mother's shadow then.

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What did my mother say then? I don't remember it clearly. Maybe I couldn't hear you clearly. Probably because he cried hard and was sad and excited.

The shadow of a woman peering this way from the top. The silhouette is as young as a daughter.

My mother was certainly young back then.

Pick me up? Did you pick me up?

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What the hell are you talking about? You're getting hit in the ear, I can't hear you very well.

But now I can see Lucell with my parents. I can see Melilla too.

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Hmm? Mother? Oh, is that Lucy? You two are my mothers.

Right. I...

"... Ishr Sama"

At the end of the day I heard a soft, glossy voice somehow, right in my ear.

What?!

Ishur jumped up.

"Ho, ho, ho"

I have sand in my mouth. My eyes hurt.

Ishur coughed up and spewed sand out of his mouth.

When I rub my eyes, the soil mass pours off like it peels off. Ouch......

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Cold air flows into the lungs.

from but it hurts. My muscles hurt. My throat hurts. My throat is teasing me.

Ishur stood up.

What about that woman? Where'd he go?

Yes. The black thing that covered the corner of my sight is dirt. Soil.

Look around.

In front of you, a mountain that has lost its shape to be taken large from the top to the mountain hem, a ridge leading to your right hand. Behind you is the mountain.

I'm at the bottom of the valley.

"Ha, ha, it's water. I want water."

My breath is rough. I've noticed it so far. It's water anyway.

Ishur grabbed the water bottle that was hanging on his hips. No.

"Ha, ha, damn it"

Did you drop it somewhere?

Ishur looks around.

The ground is on one side and the mountain skin is also covered with bright black burnt ash and soil. One, no shadow of grass.

"There it is!

A wooden water bottle with a built-in livestock on the inside crawled right in the vicinity of where I was falling.

I drink it in my hand.

Water goes through my throat. from it. I can see it staining inside.

Ishur drank the water from the water bottle all at once.

Wipe your mouth unconstructively with the back of your hand and bracket the water bottle around the leather belt.

It calms your breathing and relieves your general pain just a little bit. My consciousness is getting clearer. Memories that were broken are slowly connected.

Looking casually around, a sword was stabbing the dirt right next to the falling water bottle.

Ishur broke his hips and reached for his sword.

This grip......

The blade of the sword was broken from the middle of nowhere.

Father......!

Ishur remembered to the end.

"That's right. What happened to the Red Emperor Dragon? Damn, my father's sword."

I'm still confused about my thoughts.

Ishur grabbed the sword of his father's shapes and shook his shoulders.

Black burnt soil in a crumbling mountain. From time to time the wind sounds through a valley where no one is present and the sound of sand spilling from the top is heard slightly.

Ishur's whimpering voice echoed at the bottom of the valley.

"... where is the Red Emperor Dragon? Where did it disappear?"

Wiping his tears made Ishur's expression look harsh.

With my father's broken sword in his right hand, the mountain ridge disappears from the valley softly, walking towards the northeast. From the mountains you can see ahead of Ishur, several lines of thin black smoke stood up as if they were wolf smoke.

Definitely. That was me blowing up the Red Emperor Dragon's puked flame.

After that, I tried to destroy the Red Emperor Dragon's brain...

Didn't he fail, fall out of his head, and die?

Why are you alive?

Wasn't that a dream, woman just now?

... Ishr.

That's right. That feeling, that's Jerez the Lord. Probably.

Did he bring me back? No way.

Damn, what was that woman talking about? You seem to have said something very important, but I can't remember anything.

"Why did you bring me back to life?"

The soil on my feet is dry. The area is filled with crumbling dirt and sand from the mountains, and rocks, large and small, are exposed. There must have been a settlement on the north side beneath the mountains of Kusim. And the Red Emperor Dragon was sitting there.

Ishur looked at the skies on the east side.

The sky remains covered on one side with a light gray cloud, as always, but the fog and sumptuous sumptuousness that was straddling the area are paid clean and the sight is extended far away.

In a series of shadows in its eastern mountains there was a small hindsight of the red emperor dragon flying in the sky.

The Red Emperor Dragon was flying to gasp for a low that was likely to hit the top of the mountain.

The Red Emperor draped his long tail and neck down, flying east, towards the back of the mountain, feeling like he was still going to fall. Occasionally, a black thing falls from the neck draped down, and it falls to the ground to ignite and burn the perimeter.

Blood dripped from the neck of the Red Emperor Dragon, and that was what was burning on earth. The flame lit red the valley where the ridges of the mountains overlapped and disappeared to the bottom, dotted to follow after the Red Emperor Dragon.

Did he still have enough power left to fly in the sky?

"No... that's what Jerez did too"

Ishur puts his hand on his chest.

My wind magic gear hasn't been taken. I can tell that right away.

I am not yet able to use enough magic physically and mentally, but my sensing abilities do not fade.

A wind blowing far across mountains in too much sensing range. The delicate feeling of the mountain skin dried by the flames of the Red Emperor Dragon, the wind blowing to taste, wraps up the sand. I can clearly sense them both. No, on the contrary, I can feel that innumerable light running in all directions over there, making a connection there.

If that's the Spirit Realm, or if the Spirit Realm is a place like heaven, it doesn't seem very much like it, but it's still vague from there, but I'm pretty sure I can now pull it out of itself, whether it's more magic than wind-specific magic.

Ishur simulated the appearance of the Red Emperor Dragon flying weakly through the eastern sky and through the earth.

From the size of that Red Emperor dragon, there's already quite a distance.

Now, even in this physical condition, you might be able to fight him and win. It would be quite debilitating over there as well. But before I catch up with him, I'll run out of strength, concentration, and magic without him now.

I have no choice.

If he returns to his nest, there will be no damage to the land where people live for now. Let's give up killing him now.

But sooner or later, even if he's stuck in the nest, I'm gonna go get him. If he's trying to destroy humanity, he won't be able to overlook it.

Taking the magic of fire away from him is not so important to me yet. It's a situation where we still don't know who has the magic of other gods and where they are. I still have a lot of things I don't even know about wind magic. I can't afford to get other magic gear and make the most of it.

Now he's still in a state of intense struggle with him or regeneration from death, almost depleted of magic due to physical and mental depletion, but he also has the confidence to break the great magic "Balhel's Flame Ring Connection”, the divine vocation he used, where the hell did he get to meet him if he recovered to a full state. Great Spirit, as Carlitos did.

But is that the Red Emperor Dragon that was so powerful?

Ishur exhaled hard.

The summation of what he said, of the magic implements of the five gods, and of this battle, must from now on be thoroughly thought over and digested in himself.

Will you gain the magic of the five gods to become gods, to gain infinite power, and to revive the previous village of Bersch to bring back the lives of families and villagers?

But is that really okay, is it going to be their salvation once they die? I don't know.

On the other hand, I couldn't help wondering why the gods would intervene in my actions, about them, the gods of this world, with regard to my reincarnation. If I can ask them that, I feel like I know what to do.

Jerez, the Lord God, is dead, at least he brought me back to life.

I don't want to collect any other magic equipment. I haven't changed that feeling yet.

But I'm going to look for and collect other magic pieces no matter what. The gods probably want it. They want me to gather magic gear and participate in games that take away from each other.

If I were one of the pawns on their game board.

Then I will gather the magic of the five gods and turn them upside down.

And I ask them.

My reincarnation, the magic of the wind, the Bersch village, the Red Emperor dragon, it's all your fault.

If these things are their amusement, I challenge them to battle. to punish them. Does it matter if the gods don't have teeth at all? Or something that could be a god killer?

... Ishr.

Did Jerez say that? Why do you call it "Sama" or something?

If there's any other reason, I want to know that.

If there is no cause or effect involved, I will tear my body apart and destroy all the magic of God. Once again a new divine magic tool will be created, even if what you do is meaningless.

Yes, it is.

For me and the Red Emperor Dragon, for all those who have destroyed their lives and lost their lives by the magic of God, for my own sake, I will pierce and redeem the righteousness of my thoughts.

Ishur continued to stare for a long time at the small, disappearing Red Emperor Dragon at the end of the mountain landscape that lasted everywhere.

Until the Red Emperor Dragon disappears to the end of the horizon.

The fog began to rain.

Ishur lowered his hips to a nearby rock and took a breath, looking over the mud-covered valley bottom that spread far away on his left.

What are we going to do......

The valley, where the Red Emperor Dragon was in the back of his right hand, was burned black and well dry because of the flames thrown up repeatedly by the Red Emperor Dragon in the battle against the Crusaders, Ishur, but the valley, which runs as far as the left hand Fugo, is buried in the dirt and sand that swallowed up the mercenary troops and attacked Ishur and Marya, covered with muddy looking over perhaps containing water and air. In the back, the river Kusim was blocked and a large puddle of water was created as soon as possible, creating a pond of instant starch.

Do you want to go back to Fugo for now?

There is no food in the licence. In the thin, small backpack I was carrying under my cape, in the bag with salt, and in the gold I received from Petra and Seville, there was only one piece of firestone and underwear, and very little water left in the water bottle. By the way, the knife that was securely fastened with hardware on the belt was safe.

The river Kusim, which was flowing through the valley in front of it, was buried in dirt and sand, with no figure. There are no streams or springs nearby. Water is dangerous if you don't get it early.

I'm also concerned about Marya's condition, and I guess it's best to go back to Fugo once, but I don't feel comfortable with the magic of flying through the sky to the mountain across the valley in its current state.

That's why it's dangerous to keep raining and staying in this lowland. It would be nice to climb the mountain on the south side again, a little spicy, but mixed up with the bodies of crusader soldiers, to rest overnight in the trenches, and return to strength, or magic, before heading to Fugo.

All right.

When Ishur stood up, he began to walk and climb the mountain that divided the fugo that the crusaders were forming between North and South.

There should have been silver mining at the bottom of the mountain by open-air digging, excavation, etc., but there is nothing left to know about it.

Walking slowly, paying attention to the sand and scaffolding that sometimes flows down from the top, Ishur looked around near the top of the ridge. I still have fatigue and pain all over my body, but I don't feel bad.

The topsoil around the area was dyed black, and when I looked closely, I saw some spear-like sticks popping out of trench-like ditches.

There is a slight breeze around the area, mingling with the light rain.

Ishur turned his eyes toward the ridge of the mountain, which had collapsed greatly, opposite the valley.

A large dent that collapsed from the top of the mountain so that it could be taken away from a gruel and lost the shape of the mountain. That was definitely under the massive dirt currents that attacked the Ishurs and the mercenary forces. Perhaps the tail of the Red Emperor Dragon struck directly during the battle against the Crusader Squad.

Red Emperor Dragon... Hmm?

Ishur's eyes can be sucked into the palm of his crumbling mountain. If you look closely, you can see several thin, long piles of iron, like needles, stabbed between crumbling dust and rocks, protruding.

Some of its iron piles were branched in all directions, like the roots of a tree from the middle, perhaps at its tip.

What's this all about?

If you look closely, almost all of the iron piles exposed from the dents seem to be branched apart. Could it be the impact of a landslide, its branched parts broken, bent, shaken and intricately shaped?

Iron pile......

Isn't that the iron pile that Refia was keeping secret of use?

An iron pile with legs stretched and deformed in all directions, like the foot of an octopus, wasn't that done by Boris Dogoulas?

He is a magician of the gold lineage. It would be easy to deform iron piles and so on.

Boris Dogoulas, the Golden Magic Instructor, and Drate Auben, the Soil Magic Instructor. And Rifia Behm's samurai arrow.

A streak of bald mountains, loose ground in inclement weather day after day......

No way, that mountain collapsed...

Ishur sank into his thoughts and wandered his gaze around it from the depressions of the mountains.

On the ridge of the mountain on your right, you can see a small semi-circular protrusion drawing an artificial curve.

What the fuck?

A slight brilliance occurs from there on the eye-gazing Ishl.

Magic?

Ishur accidentally kicked the dirt.

Survivors? Someone of the court magicians, is he alive?

Fly through the sky and head for the semi-circular projection across the street.

When Ishur landed, he leaned on one knee and remained motionless so that he could indulge in something for a while.

It's painful......

From the back of his body to his throat, he can stand still in the pain and intense eyesight that comes up.

I couldn't. I have barely recovered my magic yet. Flying in the sky is a considerable burden in this state.

Ishur repeated his deep breath and stood up as he managed to do the modulation.

A distorted iron plate spreading semi-circularly just to the left. Several bodies of knights of all-body armor, which had been blackened in its shadows, overlapped. Something silver you can see from that gap.

Ishur struggled to slip the knight's body in front of him, flipping the body next to it upside down and back.

"Ha, ha, ha"

The bodies of the knights are carbide and should have lost moisture and lightened, but the weight of the whole body armor has not been lost. On the contrary, it melted and deformed everywhere, and the joints and the like were healing and not moving as they thought, further depriving Ishur of his incomplete health.

In the underneath lay lay a clean armored lifia without a stain.

"... Refia"

There was probably the body of Boris Dogoulas, burnt to death with one knee, just behind a black-and-burned, semi-circularly spreading iron plate scattered around him, trying to even hold that plate.

The deformed iron plate was that oversized iron sword that Rifia had shown this to her when Crusading Squad set out Fugo. One side of both blades of the sword was buried about half to the ground, and the other blade exposed was stretched domed.

Boris must have deformed into a shield to prevent the Red Emperor Dragon from flaming.

"Are you alive?"

Ishur took Rifia's side and checked her wrist for pulse.

Man, iron, soil and rock, burned in black, only Refia had no scratches, retaining its radiant beauty. It was a strange beauty, like a doll made by a famous craftsman. Neither the armor nor the white cape laid underneath is a single burnt mark.

There was an unusually thin rifia wrist instead of a common fondness for martial arts, from which there was certainly a pulse pushing back Ishur's fingertips at regular intervals. Rifia was alive.

Is this the power of the martial arts magic equipment?

If you deduce from the status quo to the big mess of what happened, perhaps the Red Emperor Dragon was too early to spit flames, too powerful, so Refia couldn't attack the Red Emperor Dragon, and the knights around her to protect her from the Red Emperor Dragon flames, how could they have jumped on her and pushed her down, and Boris deformed the Great Sword of Refia into a domed shape to shield her, protecting her from the direct blow of the Red Emperor Dragon's flames, such a place?

If Refia had activated her own magic gear, she might have been able to jump easily, even if she had been jumped by a few knights wearing full body armor, but I'm not sure about that.

The exterior of the semi-circular plate of iron is also as fierce a battle with the Red Emperor Dragon as it was just now, leaving no body of a clearly shaped soldier. Around, the dirt and sand had collapsed and flown, falling down and one body, weapons and other things in shape had disappeared. No trenches appear to have been dug in this side of the mountain, but a handful of troops were in formation, including Rifia, the royal court magician, and parts of the Knights.

Boris is like this. All the other wizards will be dead. Shortly afterwards the Ishurs began an even more intense battle, with the tragic result that many left no remains either.

Ishur peered into Lifia's face with a harsh look.

She was admired not only by Uncle Border's ministers and direct reports, but also by Boris and others, who apparently had popularity.

But...

It was when Ishur put her arms around under her neck and tried to wake her upper body.

Suddenly Lifia's eyes opened. Her eyes glowed red.

Ugh.

Ishur glances unexpectedly.

What? A flash of magic brilliance......

The light quickly disappeared, and when the power was lost from her eyes, she closed her eyelids again and lost her mind.

"It's the same magic you just felt."

Was it no way that the arrow of the martial arts continued to be effective even when she lost consciousness?

And even if it wasn't a direct hit, it completely protected itself from the flames of the Red Emperor Dragon. I see. Maybe it's a terrible piece of magic.

Just at the same time, Rifia's unconsciousness would also be the result of the arrows of the martial arts continuing to consume a great deal of her spiritual power.

Ishur went around to her head side and pulled her out of her stiffness with her arms underneath her back and teasing her aside.

She then took off her skirt shaped armor around her shoulders, torso and waist, other than her boots with iron plates on her hands and under her knees. Lifia's upper body woke up as she removed her armor, her hips floating, and her body moved in a variety of ways, but Lifia felt conscious and never woke up.

The last time I put her white cape back on, Refia dressed the same way she did the other day when she came to visit Marya at the Hunter Guild in Fugo.

Ishur then woke up Lifia's upper body and let her tuck into her own back as well, carrying her up.

Rifia leaked a slight groan as Ishur stood up.

Much heavier than Marya......

Refia is taller than the average of women around the same age, and is also a bit below the back length of the very average Ishur among men. Besides, he's wearing a clasp.

But just because it's heavy doesn't mean you can take off your clasp. Under the clasp, I would wear it.

"Another leg?"

Ishur remembered well mumbling Marya on the road to Fugo and sighed.

Wait a minute.

Standing with a rifia on his back on the mountain peak as the rain continued, Ishur turned his neck southwest.

Right. Refia is a ball.

Ishur then looks around.

Behind the mountains in the northeast, in the valley, the river Kusim is blocked by the dust and sand made by the collapse, creating a large, black and cloudy puddle. The eastern route to Fugo is extinct unless it flies through the sky. Flying through the sky to the northeastern ridge and heading straight to Fugo is also a rainy bald mountain with loose ground. Going down the mountain across the street through the city of Kusim and back to Fugo, too, the bridge to the Kusim River, which came through to get there, will probably not be drinkable and crossable by the earth currents. When that happens, returning to Fugo must go out onto the street directly to Alva and turn further south. Besides, the streets are surrounded by bald mountains for a while, and they become alert to landslides.

Ishur once again looked in the southwest direction.

In the southwest, it was clearly seen that there was green on the other side of the valley, where the burnt bare mountains of grass disappeared, and yet a small lake, although it was sumptuous in fine rain on the other side of its ridge.

If you cross the current valley, you will later be a safer mountain of trees than Bald Mountain, with a lake nearby that can replenish the water. If you fly across the valley, you won't be able to get to that lake for a day.

Closer than Fugo, safe to go.

"And if you're going to that lake, then you can walk southwest of the mountains that weren't hit by a mountain fire until they hit the streets"

There's a bad grin on Ishur's face.

"If you go out on Kusim Street, Alva is right in front of you"

All I have to do is buy a Rifia escort and get out and take him directly to Alva.

She is debilitated. She will need an escort.

If I can't be the boy who survived the village of Bersch and destroyed Baron Brigal's house, I might even get inside Alva Castle with Rifia.

I will be the benefactor of my daughter's life, so to speak, to the Borderline House.

"Hehe."

Ishur shook his gaze far and slightly south, turning toward Alva, laughing in a low voice.

With Rifia on his back, he decides to head to the foothills where the crusader squad across the street was forming and enter the affordable trenches as planned to weather the rain.

Avoid rain in the trenches and rest for a while.

She and I, it's not a good idea to hit the rain for a long time in our current physical condition. Plus, if you get a hypnotic sleep, you'll get your strength and magic back quicker.

Keep your back and lower your hips on a black-dyed, rough dirt wall. On the right side of the trench, a few bodies of burnt soldiers in black can be seen folded. Across the diagonal is a doll-like rifia sitting. I just gave him a hard groan when I dropped him off on the ground and he's still unconscious. Sleeping rather than.

Refia tilts her face to the side, with a glimmer of silver hair flowing down her neat face.

Just looking at her face makes me forget where this place is and feel like I'm in a dream.

Well... I just calculated that I could use her to get into Alva Castle, the famous White Ya corridor castle.

It won't actually work that well.

First of all, it's possible that Refia feels I'm the owner of the Wind Magic Fixture.

When Rifia visited Marya and came to the square in front of the Hunter Guild in Fugo, she even asked me her family name, which was only Marya's squire, but she didn't look particularly suspicious about my pseudonym.

Who killed the five fire dragons who attacked the fugo instantly, and did the royal family bring to the fugo those with the magic of the wind?

Rifia was searching to see if I was the one, but she didn't seem sure if I was the one.

It's just that if we could push through with Marya's squire, Cave Stenda, we might encounter a warcraft on our way to Alva, and we'd have to eat some rice. If you replenish the water in that lake, you'll even get wild birds in the surrounding woods, but it's very impossible without using magic on you. Though we'll go all over the mountains on the road to Alva, about five or six days from that lake. It's a short period of time, but it's a little hard to outrun just nuts, mountain vegetables and mushrooms. It also takes time to collect. Sooner or later we will be talking about the man who carried out the magic of the wind who was acting with the royal messenger, that is, the man who killed Baron Brigal in Ellistar and destroyed the castle. This is the second one.

This means that, in any case, sooner or later, it is very likely that my identity will be identified on the journey to Alva.

She won't know I'm targeting Borderline Uncle for revenge. So there's nothing wrong with her telling me who I am. But it would be very bad if it were passed on to his father, Uncle Borderline.

Until we manage to get inside the castle of Alva, we have to make sure that the information of those who rescued our daughter is not passed on to Uncle Borderline himself......

Until I fight the Red Emperor Dragon, I have been attacked twice by an assassin who seems to be the hand of Borderline Uncle. Borderline uncle knew who Marya was and who the boy who acted with. Then it would be a bad idea to pass on the information that you are Maryan's squire.

Is it hard?

I'm also worried about Marya, who was shocked by the total annihilation of the mercenary troops, and maybe we should rest in this place for another whole day or so, wait for the greater restoration of magic, and go straight to Fugo. Rifia can be handed over to the absentee unit in Fugo.

If magic recovers, you'll jump across the valley all the way to the mountains on the northeast side, and then you'll be less at risk of a landslide if you keep leaping along the mountain peaks. There's nothing wrong with carrying a rifia.

"Just no water"

Under the shadow of the trench, Ishur groans small.

Of course there's no food, but it's tough to travel here for a day and a half without water, fast to Fugo, and not get moisture for half or two days. Will that restore your magic and strength?

Then go to the lake you just saw at the top of the mountain, replenish the water, catch wild birds and eat more nutritious things such as mountain vegetables. You will have a better physical and psychological rest.

Then let's head to Fugo. The lake will be roughly the opposite direction to Fugo, but there is no choice.

Let's eat meat. Meat.

Ishur stopped thinking there and relaxed his mind and mind.

Even a slight sound of light rain falling into the soil is likely to be heard.

Ishur immediately let go of consciousness and fell asleep.

It was night when Ishur woke his eyes. A trench shadow is carved horizontally on the dirt wall in front of you.

"Hmm?"

Faced out of the trenches, the sky was clear and the moon was out. The months are around the end of the full moon. The surroundings are bright.

"Wow."

Pecan definitely at noon, I guess.

No way.

Ishur turned his attention to Rifia, who was not going to wake his eyes now.

With the magic of the wind carrying the rifia, he assists and jumps out of the trenches.

I still have pain and tiredness, but my condition has improved a lot.

Ishur walked out of the mountain ridge stretching south, toward the lake. There are no grass trees around, and I feel strange as if I'm walking on the moon. And when I look at the sky, the moon glows brilliantly.

"Hehe."

When Ishur laughed hard, he proceeded carefully with caution in his footsteps.

Both the Royal Family and the Borderline House have naturally mobilized, organized, moved and manned their troops to ensure that the battle against the Red Emperor Dragon is about the full moon. I did not envisage the night war itself, but would facilitate the march at night, the reception of enemies. The basics around there are just solid.

Ishur glanced at the refia behind him, who kept sleeping, and flew through the sky as he saw tree-grown mountain skin across from the valley.

I don't do anything to bring in the winds around me hard anymore. Just imagine the will and image to float in the sky and pull the magic wind from that place connected through the magic fixture. So it feels so natural that almost finished magic is activated. Control yourself after activation. There is no need for a spell chant. Perhaps a spell would activate more complex immobilized techniques and industries.

There's a rifia in the back. It does not increase its speed so as not to exert much G or wind pressure, but slowly flies over the valley.

The light of the moon lights the night sky to envelop the Ishurs. The humid soft wind of the night gently why Ishl's cheeks.

I still don't really feel like that place, the spiritual realm -- it's connected to the realm of the gods, and I think it's been pouring in through magic implements so that magic melts into my body and mind. But I didn't think I'd recognize it here. I couldn't feel it that far. I didn't try to feel it.

Once upon a time in Rajid, when Fire Dragon and Marya were fighting and saw her use the magic of fire for the first time, she wanted to know the common sense of the previous world, the realm of science, the feeling of jumping across its boundaries. I wanted to look ahead, I thought.

When I was about to die fighting the Red Emperor Dragon, I oddly experienced it, but it certainly wasn't anything paranormal, if it passed, like the fun of dreaming and being fooled by it. I still don't know, the gods have teased me with new mysteries.

I'm going to have to decide for myself what I think of that experience, that feeling.

Because what took me to that new world, what connected me, was my emotions, my memories and my senses, what I had piled up myself, my own nothing else.

The trees that thrive on the mountains that stretch out in front of you are also clearly visible at night.

The wind blowing is as soft and gentle as ever.

Fu and Ishur looked down.

The bottom of the valley used to have rivers flowing, but now it is filled with dirt and sand flowing down from Bald Mountain on Kusim's side.

"Huh?... Wow!

As Ishur looked down, Refia woke up.

Suddenly it's because I woke up in the air, I ramble out surprised.

"Oh, man."

Was it a bad idea to use magic?

Both arms of the rifia are wielded.

stuck, and something like an elbow punch in Ishur's side of the head. This is followed by a decisive knee kick on the back.

Rifia falls off Ishur's back to the bottom of the valley.

Ishl rises slightly up in recoil.

Not good!

Ishur put his head down and began to plummet.

It was such a deep sleep.

Lifia falls down her back.

Her silver hair spread across the universe like a flower.

Ishur gathers the wind beneath her as she plunges.

Lifia's eyes glowed red. Magic spreads.

It's a martial arts arrow activation. It's all right now. If that magic tool is activated, it will fall from this height, but it won't cause a scratch.

And, Isul's relief is also instantaneous, and the red light in Lifia's eyes fades away a few moments.

Whew.

Haven't you recovered yet?

Ishur increased his speed and grabbed Lifia's arm as he was offered.

Refia is watching.

Consolidate the wind gathered below and kill the descent rate.

Ishur pulled up Rifia and put one hand around her hips, holding her tight.

"Ah..."

Refia leaks her exhale.

The face of Ishur and Rifia approaches.

Lifia opened her eyes and stared at Ishur silently.

The soft light of the moon veils her face. Ishur often lost words to the beauty of Lifia's face floating in the moonlight.

Two shadows rise in the valley of the moon and night.

Lifia kept staring at Ishl like she was possessed by something.

"You... are Lord Aeren's..."

She told Ishur to whisper.

"No. You are the sword of the wind god......, Ishr Bersch"