Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

"What are you doing!

A sharp voice was heard from behind as Ishur put his hands on him to take off his pants.

The lake stretches out in front of Ishur. Because of the slight wind today, small waves were pouring loosely over to the shore.

"Yeah? I'm gonna take a bath?

Ishur turned to Rifia. My torso is already naked.

"Buh."

Lifia puts her hands in front of her own face and she's probably swinging it around in a kind of weird way.

She was sitting beside the burning fire. The flames of incendiary fire are shaking every bit as her hands move.

"What? I hope you don't have to see it."

That's where Ishr gets laid.

"Or do you want to see it? Refia. Mine."

"Oh, no, I don't think so!

Lifia stood up. My eyes glow red. The flame of the burning shook heavily.

"Ah. Not good..."

"Phew, I don't know what it is. It's a good exercise."

……

Across the street from Ishur, there is a refill with a burning fire.

Lifia sits with her legs aligned and knees up. He is holding his legs with both arms, putting his face on his knees, dyeing his cheeks red and plumped.

"It's your fault."

Lifia has been staring at her superiors.

No, I fully admit that. It was a bad statement indeed. Sexual harassment, right? I am conscious.

But you've also taken command of the army and acted with soldiers full of men. I guess I've done a lot of archery with the knights before. I'm used to seeing men naked.

"You should take a bath and keep it. 'Cause I'm not gonna look at it at all."

She did her hand to wet hair.

Still a harsh look.

That sucked earlier. When she turned her eyes red with excitement, she suddenly jumped over here. I didn't think he was going to make a serious move, and the response was delayed.

Her eyes glow red when the magic fixture is activated. And instantly releasing flashing fierce magic around her, a brilliance of sharp, flat ring-shaped magic appears around her like a wheel knife. Does that ring even rotate horizontally, flashing the magic no matter what. Just to see, just to feel, conveyed that ferocious horror.

The moment Lifia disappeared, I instinctively fled to the sky, to the lake. When the early-seeing ring reacted, Lifia kicked on the lake, and yes, I don't know why, but she kicked and jumped like the ground, trying to grab my ankle. The water behind her depicted ripples, large and small, in perfect balance.

Even when the early-seeing ring was activated, her movements just managed to be followed with her eyes, and she couldn't feel it any slower.

But is Jerez okay, the goddess of luck took my side. What she grabbed was my trouser hem. This one moved only slightly but quickly. Her leap was one more step, no. Earlier in the nail it was slow.

I escaped into the sky with a single hair and trapped Refia in the magical wall of the wind. It's a mass of magic from the wind system, pulled directly out of that spirit-like space. It's the same power that blew the flame of the Red Emperor Dragon miles (scar, about 6-700 m) ahead, the power that the Great Spirit Carlitos crushed the Fire God's junction.

Under her feet she floated in the air without building a wall. Without a solid scaffold, her powers would not be fully exploited either. Nor could that Refia break through its walls.

It wasn't me she caught but my pants......

Well, that's why I played with her even more angry afterwards, waterboarding around my pants, and some miserable rush unfolded.

Even I wanted my pants back. I wish I could have had that back in peace and serenity, with no violence if I could. I wore proper, string-knotted, generated underwear with hem to the top of my knees under my pants, and it didn't mean I was naked. Why was Rifia so angry?

"Absolutely. Never look. I'll kill you if I see you."

"Do not use such barbaric language, my lord of the great nobility."

"Ugh."

Her gaze gets tight. The redness of the cheeks increases.

A truly worthy one.

I have no experience of others making fun of me.

"It got a lot wet anyway. Clean yourself up and dry your clothes. You're gonna catch a cold."

"... ok"

Lifia pointed her lips at the upper hand.

Ishur can't stop holding his nose.

Damn. When a beautiful girl like you looks like that, it sucks. This way.

I'm fine. I haven't got a nosebleed.

Ishur is turning his back on the lake, weaving his cape and hitting the bonfire. The branches of the trees across the street are dried with washed shirts, trousers, etc.

The weather today is thin and cloudy. Weak but sunny. It's not okay or impossible for laundry, and so on.

Of course the water in the lake was cold.

From behind, he stands on the lake, signs of one rising and a slight sound of water.

"Don't turn around!

I can hear Rifia screaming from behind. The same dialogue has been repeated on a regular basis since just now.

You, too. You really want me to look at your mouth while I tell you not to look at it.

Of course not. I'll never see it though.

A rifia rising from the lake takes water and air from the hair, and there is the sound of weaving a cape. Signs are communicated.

"Enough is enough."

What do you care? Ishur was beaten.

There was no outburst. I put up with it, I thought I put up with it. But at that moment, ruthlessly, my nose bled out of the hole in my nose.

Refia had her wet hair tucked back together and ponytailed. That was huge, but not yet.

The problem was bathing the light reflecting the lake's surface from behind, and the line of her body covered with a cape was clearly floating through its cloth.

A white cloak through the backlight often softened and simultaneously sensually raised the flowing curves of her limbs. Ishur felt like he was in a dream.

The nosebleeds remained droopy.

At night, take turns sleeping to keep the fire from burning.

Even if the vigilance against the Warcraft was fine because Refia could handle it, it was time for the cooling to get tight, so it became necessary to take the warmth of the incineration through the night.

We had the fish Ishur caught at the lake for dinner today.

Ishur hit the lake extensively with the wind, soaking up the water in the lake and blowing it up in the air, "grabbing" the fish floating in the air to carry it to the shore of the lake. It was a rough way of letting it go, like being a fisherman nearby would be furious.

The large fish in sight had many trout, and Ishl smeared.

Opposite the incendiary fire lies Lifia wrapped in a cape. She gets some sleep first.

Refia does not sleep and stares at Ishur's face in the shaking flame.

"Yes, you did say yesterday that four people died as royal court magicians. Is that…, Lord Boris and four others who acted with my army?"

There is a flaming swing in her eyes. The swing is somewhat anxious and weak for some reason.

"What? What's wrong with that?"

Ishur took her gaze off of her and glanced at the flames.

"Is Lord Aeren safe?"

Hmm? Isn't it because this guy avoided Fugo because he didn't want to face Marya? Didn't Rifia know about Marya? Didn't I say anything?

"Ah, oh. He was right next to me. Marya walks late. We were a long way behind the mercenaries."

There's no point in using the story for a run after Rifia lost her mind anymore. Ishur spoke of the subsequent upside, omitting the content of his conversation with the Red Emperor Dragon and his meeting with the fiery ring kingdom of the Fire God used by the Red Emperor Dragon, the Lord God Jerez-like.

"... That's where the sword broke. I lost my mind right after that. I don't think it was a long time. When I noticed and went out into the valley on the north side of Kusim, I saw the Red Emperor Dragon flying low into the shadows of the east. He seemed to suffer. It was so fuzzy and flying that it wasn't weird to fall to the ground on some clap. Because of his body, the blood dripping down was burning on the ground."

Ishur pulled out his father's sword of shapes and showed it to Rifia.

"This sword is my father's vision. You can't throw it away just because it's broken"

Rifia's face solidified with a stunned look when Ishur's story became a stage where he began to fight the Red Emperor Dragon with the Great Spirit who had recalled the Great Spirit and evacuated Mary to Fugo.

Ishur somehow wanted to take the story in a different direction and maybe showed him the sword of his father's shapes.

"It's..."

You wanted to say something to Ishur, and to reveal that stunned look. Refia tries to rise to discipline.

Ishur stopped pushing it.

"Go to sleep now, Refia. We're leaving tomorrow as soon as the sun's out."

"Oh. About Ishl's father, that one"

Father, hey...

Ishur didn't hide the look that would make him feel worse, and he shut up.

Ishur remembered his family on the day he was born, when he found out they had been lost.

Refia also shuts up with a strange face.

She also lost many soldiers and was frustrated. I guess you also know how Ishur feels about Refia right now.

Between them, a quiet time lasted for a while, silent except for the sound of fire.

"So, um..."

Refia still doesn't seem willing to sleep.

"What?

Whereas a little grumpy Ishl, Refia rarely seems a little restless and anxious.

"Well, that Ishur called it Lord Aeren, Marya,"

"Is that it?

"Oh, no."

Riffia to the detour. I shrug my neck.

Hide in a cloak wrapped in her mouth.

Hmm. Some of them look like girls. Is that what you wanted to hear?

Ishur had a bad laugh in his heart.

"Do you care?

……

There is a wrinkle between the brows of Refia.

Once the hidden mouthpiece comes out from under the cape, that's where it ends. If she wakes up her torso, it's too late.

Me and Marya.

"I don't care!

Lifia's mouth came out of her cape.

"Refia. I'm calling you Refia, too."

"Ugh..."

Lifia's mouth pulls in. I'm not sure she's in the flaming light, but her face should be red.

"Well, you and Marya are friends with painful. No, um..."

Whoa, I'm out again. Your eyes are serious.

Ishur turned her face sideways as she laid her hand on her chin, flushing Lifia sideways. I shouldn't have done that.

It's because of Rifia, but it shivers.

Oh, shit!

"Hmm! Enough!

Lifia screamed, turning her body and turning her back on Ishl as grumpy as she thought.

Oh, I didn't...

Ishur swallows his spit.

It would be nice to insult Lifia, but it's a risk to your life.

sarcasm and prank, and tenderness and. Ishur said gently to her back, what a complicated grin.

"Good night, Refia"

Refia's back was round and shrunk.

Slightly missing from the full moon on the lake, a blue and white moon is shown. The small waves of the lake shake the outline of the moon. It's no longer a buggy season, it's a quiet night in a deep, cold winter.

Ishur stared at the outline of the finely wobbling moon.

I felt an incredible sound carving and shaking the moon of the various waves, which could not have been heard from it, echoing slightly through the wind blowing across the lake.... I'm sure that sounds similar to a small, windy whisper.

Ishur looked from the lake towards Rifia. From her back, lit by the fire of fire, I can feel her falling into a deep and steady sleep.

Looks like Rifia barely slept yesterday. I slept tight, waving my shoulders about crying sometimes.

He took her to Kusim, and there he stopped her again at the lake, and when it was suggested that he wanted to go to Zola instead of to Fugo, Ishur followed her words and went to the lake without saying anything.

Sure, Lifia's invitation to whisper in her ears along with a hot exhale was intensely destructive, but Ishur didn't stick to her only with that.

The idea of helping Rifia and going straight to Alva as it were, not according to Fugo, was something I considered once when I helped her out. At that time, Ishur approached Borderline Uncle without knowing who he was in that way, and once he gave up, he thought it was difficult to kill him.

However, he thought that her inclination toward Ishur had given him the prospect that it would work and decided to try to accept her proposal.

Gonna lay lies on lies ahead......

And when Ishur had taken up the branches of the tree of his hand, he folded them into two, and put them into a burning fire.

Use just a little magic to breeze into the fire. Fine firepowder rises from the burning fire and disappears into the night sky.

... that is. As a bounty hunter who happens to survive only one in the mercenary army, I am neither Ishl nor Maryan's squire, but a boy who was lucky enough to find and rescue Rifia after Red Emperor Dragon left and deliver her injured to Alva for a reward from the Borderline Uncle family. And to receive the gratitude and reward of rescuing her, Borderline uncle and son, Borderline uncle Levelt Behm, one of whom will receive a direct prayer...

I need Refia's help to be a bounty hunter. You have to convince her that I'm faking who I am.

Now she's in great distress. And to overcome it, I planted a new goal on her. When she was desperate on the summit of Kusim, that was just for herself, and I thought, but thanks to her, it seems like Lifia is starting to have a crush on me.

You put that in her mind and make me admit to falsifying who I am as a bounty hunter boy. There is ample prospect that she will accept this proposal.

Why you can judge me like that, that's one of the reasons I fake who I am. By defeating the Red Emperor Dragon, the royal family would have looked at my strength once again. Having made it clear to Petra that he does not serve the royal family, other houses, or other countries, the royal family has never made any overt or forceful solicitations. But if the crisis in the kingdom by the Red Emperor Dragon has left and revealed my appreciation for my strength, I don't know what means you're going to use to try to get me.

When I first met Petra at Frontera, he joked about using sleeping pills, making faits accomplis with her in the meantime, etc., but from now on it would be a crappy laugh and a situation where he couldn't keep it that way.

The truth is I didn't want to go back to Fugo myself. Though there was some concern that if we did not follow up on Marya, who had been beaten to the utter annihilation of the mercenary forces, we would have been stuck in the fugo for some reason and would have been able to stop him from writing me a report or accompanying me to check on Kusim's situation. If they do any work in the meantime, it won't happen. The opponent is a large organization called the State, the Royal Family. Even after being freed from Fugo, he may be put under surveillance until Alva, where he killed Uncle Borderline, where he is captured using some kind of magic he doesn't know about this one.

I must escape the royal hand trying to tease me. For this reason we arrive in the village of Zola, and after returning to the people, we falsely identify ourselves. That's the first thing you have to do.

Of course, the royal family may not move anything. Because if you piss me off, if you buy my unhappiness, you could cause a great disaster, just like the Red Emperor Ryu sat in Kusim in the kingdom.

But if you talk about this, I mean, if you want to hide yourself to distance yourself from the royal family, wouldn't Rifia take off one skin and help me? Even from one of the Red Emperor's dragon crusades, I am sure she has great suspicion and disgust for the royal family.

Naturally there are no pictures in this world. I've never even seen a sketchy arrangement. Fifteen, six middle meat backs, bright brown hair, boy with a child's face. It's not uncommon to say that I made him a bounty hunter, the second son of a poor house, the one who does it at that age if he's three. No one will know I was doing Maryan's squire to the troops that will remain in Fugo, which Rifia said he would summon. There's nothing more you can do than fake a name unless you use magic in a flashy way.

After that, I think I was in Fugo, a trend of the shadow-workers of Borderline Uncle...

If one of them had accompanied a residual unit returning from Fugo, it would have been pretty bad if that person had ignored Refia and reported my identity directly to Uncle Borderline.

There are just some royal shadow workers in Fugo. It is possible that they have already destroyed the shadow workers of the Borderline House in Fugo, following the life of Marya, who was furious with the Borderline Uncle who tried to kill me.

I can't get a clear picture of all this. When we get to Zola Village, we need to keep something to ourselves.

As a bounty hunter boy who helped Refia, he meets in person with Uncle Borderline himself. There are also some anxieties about this way of doing things, but there are also great advantages. Whatever other means you choose, some major problem exists.

... but this may not be a cowardly way of doing things. Because you will use her favor to kill her father, to deceive him. Maybe I'm trying to do something similar to Verse who cheated on Melilla.

If you're going to excuse me, there's only one thing that's different from Verse. That I do not want to take the lives of the innocent, or the weak, or the uninvolved, to kill Uncle Borderline as one.

If you killed Uncle Borderline, you'd think Lifia was fooled by me. She will suffer even greater wounds. But if that makes it easy for you to get close to Uncle Borderline, you can't hesitate.

Because I was nailed by the Grand Duke, I want to do it as simple and as smart as possible, without having anything to do with the killing of the Borderline Buddha harming any other unrelated people, destroying the castle flashly, etc.

Otherwise my revenge justice will not be done.

There may be no justice or shit at the point of getting into Refia, but we can't involve and sacrifice the irrelevant. I can't think of any other measures to check on Uncle Borderline himself without taking time to get close to him.

As a result of taking the time, the longer you stay in Alva, both Uncle Borderline himself and the Royal Family may find themselves in an unexpected move, forcing you to respond difficult. That must be avoided with it.

When Ishur exhaled loudly, he stared at Rifia's back sleeping in the shaking flaming goose.

Refia.

Surely you are not guilty of the death of my family, concerning the village of Bersch. But you are also the daughter of Uncle Borderline. No matter how hurtful you are, no matter how deeply distressed you get, if it's enough to take someone's life in the wind, I won't hesitate. With you, you'll most likely meet Uncle Borderline in person. It's pathetic, but let me step on you.

Last night I was on a question-attack from her about what bonds are and what pensions are. She was motivated. Uncle Borderline will be gone from this world anyway. You will do what I say.

I think it would at least be her comfort.

"I'm sorry. Refia."

Ishur told her to whisper toward her back.

The flickering flames of the incendiary fire illuminate Ishl's sinking expression red. Fire powder rises and melts into the night sky.

The next early morning, I left the lakeside.

Fly across the mountains in the southwest direction with a rifia on your back and discover valley streams flowing in the southwest direction, towards the village of Zola. descend near the river that flows through its valley.

Ishur then breezed forward to his full range of detection, exploring if there was anything like a beast trail, a hunter's trail. It is a common pattern for people to walk down the river without leaving it.

Soon Ishur found his way, and later went down a small path leading down the valley, centered on foot to preserve his magic.

It's time to catch mountain birds and stuff. That was when I thought.

Left oblique rear, more than two hundred long steps (skull, about one hundred and thirty meters) apart, I felt signs of tracking this one.

At first he gave the impression that it was around the red-eyed wolf, often without having to worry, and proceeded to walk for a while without doing anything, but the signs disappeared or appeared along the way, something very small, unstable and unnatural.

A warcraft could feel it more clearly.

Lifia has her arms around my neck tightly. Her fingertips crossed in front of her neck are hitting my clavicle. Her cheek is pressed around my ear.

And her saliva was dripping from my shoulder around the base of my neck. Rifia was well asleep.

It's called this guy and a good Marya......

But now it would be more convenient for this guy to be quiet.

Ishur concentrated on that sign floating far behind him.

It felt like a lighthouse illuminating the sea at night for Ishur.

The light coming out of the lighthouse is spinning through the night sky. It disappears and becomes invisible when it moves beyond the sight, into the shadow of the lighthouse, and passes over the sight when it rotates once again one hundred and eighty degrees and comes directly across, making it difficult to see in a way that is delusional. And the muscle of that light rises its angle to the sky, and begins to illuminate the sky and the sea in all directions as it rotates at various elevations, and sometimes at oblique angles….

No, the opposite direction. That muscle of light is a stream of magic that spills from the other realms inhabited by that Spirit. It flows in like a muscle of light, intermittently toward a dark dark point, connected.

Ishur stopped and turned to his left hand, rearward.

I'm being tailed.

This is not a warcraft. Obviously a person. As usual, it remains obscure that it is caught or disappeared from our senses.

Lunch is already turning. The subject hasn't left since I noticed the anomaly, and I've been tracking this one all along.

Quick. How long have you been sticking around?

Is he with Uncle Borderline? This one has a rifia. A situation where you can't even get your hands on me.

But I can't even get my hands on them. It is difficult to take action in front of Refia if the other person is in the hands of Uncle Borderline. Of course, even assuming they are the hands of the Borderline Uncle, it would be almost impossible to talk about them and Refia knowing each other, etc. But sometimes, just in case.

"Mmm..."

Rifia woke up because of Ishur's strong back.

"Morning, Refia."

Ishur speaks over his shoulder.

"Huh."

Lifia raised a strange voice and rumbled.

"Oh, shh, I'm sorry. I am."

"Don't go wild."

"Oh, sorry."

"Well, you'll be tired, too, and you can sleep on my back."

I'm already totally used to it in Marya. Though Refia is heavier. The slightest assist of the wind's magic also improved horribly. I'm not kidding. Really.

"... sorry"

There's a strange voice of rifia coming from behind.

"Oh, uh, could you drop me off once"

Now a reluctant voice.

When Ishur unloaded Lifia, she said with a little twist.

"Uh, uh, hey, I'm coming"

Bathroom.

On the road to Fugo, the Maryas didn't have that much of a wind to be ashamed of, like, "Wait a minute," "Don't look," or "I'm sorry," but this guy is strangely shy for some reason.

It's funny to watch, but I want you to stop causing this one to feel weird.

The way beautiful girls are ashamed of themselves over there. Very bad in a way.

"That's when I say, pick some flowers."

I'll teach you rhetoric that's probably not in this world.

"Pick flowers, huh?... Ishr is a know-it-all. He's classy."

Ishur nodded with a smile.

"I'll wait here, go. To pick flowers."

This is a chance.

Ishur had already focused his attention on the presence following him from the rear left.

I'm going to put a quick heel on him while Refia adds something.

"Oh. Sorry."

Riffia dragged her left foot all the way down to the valley river, scratching the grass on her right hand.

As her signs went away towards the river beyond the grass trees in front of her, Ishur took about a few steps back and suddenly jumped up into the sky.

Twist your body in the air, disappear or show up, and face your ambiguous goals. Going through the woods, I won't do anything. Entering all at once from the air, ambushing.

At the moment you feel clearly the presence of the goal, "unload" the wall of wind magic around the subject, with a lid.

The new power gained in the battle against the Red Emperor Dragon, the ability to move the magic power of the wind directly from that space to "here," but it still cannot be done other than to make it the wind itself and blow it, to reconcile it with the "wall" and "explosion" and with the magic that boils from the traditional old self and merge it.

I guess I still have to remember the spell, that is, the magic technique, the business, to be able to do other, more diverse things.

A wind that flows away around your whole body, a wind cover that unfolds to keep you close to your body. The greenery of the trees falls in front of me. It's a heavy green wall in winter.

into the gap between its trees from above, and descends on the lid of the magic of the wind.

The magic lid is perfectly transparent and the surface feels a little sinking. But underneath it, I can feel something more like a core that lets nothing through than a firm one.

Ishur looked down. In the light of the sun falling from among the trees, there was one woman, standing.

The woman had long dark hair tied behind her back, burnt tea capes on top and bottom of plain brown, a common bounty hunter, and dressed as a hunter himself.

And he was wearing that, uh, black gauntlet on his left arm.

"You..."

Ishur turned his angry, bottom-cold sharp gaze at the woman.

It was a dark night back then when it was the New Moon, but no doubt about it. She's the hunter who attacked me in Ruddle Village. I'm playing that gauntlet again. I should have put it on my right arm then. Now left......

Ishur rang his throat.

The magic fixture of that rough god Baltar, two or so. I was sweet.

The woman turned away from her face as soon as she glanced up at Ishur. Its appearance blurs for a moment and feels like it blends into the background. But the sway quickly scratches off and returns to its steady form.

The woman looked up at Ishur and said:

Just like that night, a neat face. Not flashy but quite beautiful.

"No, you can't. Hidden magic doesn't work. I can't even get out there, and I wonder if this is the juncture."

There is a grin on the woman's face.

What the fuck is this guy doing? Do you know what your position is now?

I can't feel the killing spirit at all before this. Though I thought it seemed more serious.

Hidden magic doesn't work on that, does it?

That would be the effect of the wall surrounding this woman, but what was that precarious feeling before that? I couldn't detect it at all before...

But now, who is this guy more than that? What does this guy have to do with Borderline Uncle?

"Turn your sleeves and show them."

The woman looked deliberately troubled.

"I can't do that."

Ishur's eyes are further narrowed.

"Fine then. I'll take that gauntlet."

I'm not afraid of the magic equipment of the desolate gods anymore. That black one won't be able to slip through this windy magic wall. Somehow I get it. This wall is weak wind, air and sound pass, but not strong wind or objects. And it doesn't pass the magic of others, or of different lineages. It held down the Fire God's kingdom.

"Wait!

The woman first showed a rush to see if Ishur's killing spirit had been conveyed.

"Will you not miss me? You know nothing about us, don't you?

"No, I don't care. You kill without question. At that time, it was your employer who missed him in Ruddle Village, mainly to get him to tell me not to give me any more."

Ishur tries.

"Apparently, that didn't make any sense. There's no point in keeping you alive anymore, is there?

A woman waves her hands up and around. The black color of the gauntlet catches my eye.

"Wait a minute. That's my sister. Right? I'll tell you a lot. I'm sure it will do you good. So."

Sister? Right. Something different from that time, because that's what I felt uncomfortable about?

"Well, talk to me."

Well, fine. If I get the information right, I'll kill you later, that's all.

Whether it's the Borderline House or some kind of assassination organization in the back world, it's no big deal anyway.

"Ugh, yeah. First, I was only watching over you. I didn't take orders to kill you."

"Well, so?

"When I was your sister. I could have hurt you or killed you, or..."

I don't know. Isn't this the guy from Uncle Borderline?

"Easier to understand, organize and talk. Otherwise, you'll be dead soon."

"Ah, ha. Okay, okay, okay."

"Hurry up."

Ishur heightens his perimeter alert. If there's no one else with this woman, it's time for Refia to come back.

"Our sisters are of the Basilica of the Purple Spirit Crystal"

The woman exhaled.

"Cleric."

Purple Spike Crystal Cathedral?

"Are you from the Cathedral Church? Didn't someone hire you?"

What does that have to do with Uncle Borderline?

"The Holy Kingdom, to be precise. There are countless other temples and cathedrals in the Holy City, the main mountain of the Cathedral."

Inside the Cathedral Church, the Cathedral is positioned as one above the Temple, but basically they are both the same. Regarding the Temple of the Lord, the main mountain of the Cathedral Church, that is, the temple under the direct authority of the “Cathedral”, the Holy Kingdom and those of the Cathedral Church refer to it as the “Cathedral”, the “Cathedral” being found only in the Holy City of Estofol.

Perhaps what made the normal temple have yet another role, function, is called the “Cathedral”. That's such a nuance.

The present diocese was supposedly of interest because some clerics who survived the demise of the Urk kingdom built a diocese in what is now Estofol that collected statues, sacred objects, magical objects, etc. of the gods of the Urk kingdom scattered all over the place.

Until then, there had been no specific names for religions that believed in gods, including the Lord God Jerez. It was just called theism in part, only.

Incidentally, it is not known whether there is a magic apparatus of God in the Holy Kingdom or in the main mountain of the Cathedral Church. It is suspicious to say, but it can be said that no great wizards or clerics have appeared in that country, past or present, as you can clearly see when you have the magic of God. Of course, there is no record of that person being as active as Lehne in the past. Or not published, maybe just.

"The identity of our table is the priest of the Spike Cathedral, the entity is a shadow-working hunter."

"That purple sharp crystal is your organization's name?"

"Yes."

Hmmm...... this is not good. That sounds like a pretty interesting story. Did these guys have nothing to do with Borderline Uncle?

The name of a temple in the Holy City is usually the name of a past saint or the place where that temple is located. Or it is called in the name of that God if it is sacrificed around a particular God. Although names such as stones, gems, etc. may be rare, in addition to stone names, there must have been names related to flowers, birds, moons, and weather.

"So, why did you try to kill me in Ruddle Village when you're just spying on me now? Explain it."

Trying to kill me, does that mean you got my wind magic trick?

But wouldn't there be a bigger one out there with a lot of people?

Or do these guys even know, for example, how to carry God's magic equipment or something outrageous?

Footage of that white snake blurs his brain, coming out of Lene's body. A sword came out of that snake's jaw.

"... that's because I wanted the Red Emperor Ryu to stay in Kusim for a little longer. That is how those who are far above us judged. But now that you've killed that monster, there's no point in hurting or killing you."

Apparently, it was different. If this woman isn't lying, though.

Don't the Holy Kingdoms and Church guys know that if you kill me, you could get the magic of the wind.

Red Emperor Ryu did say something like, eat me and get it...

Was it just simply an attempt to weaken the kingdom of the kingdom, the peripheral uncle family bordering the Holy King?

"Why? It's not like the Red Emperor Dragon could move to the side of the Holy King. Are you simply trying to weaken the kingdom?

"The Red Emperor Dragon will not come to the Holy Kingdom."

Hmm......

"That's a serious statement."

The woman laughed lightly.

These guys seem to know why the Red Emperor Ryu sat in Kusim. No, you know why I'm not coming out west of Kusim, should I?

Why the Red Emperor Dragon didn't come out west of Kusim. Does that mean it is in the Holy Kingdom?

"Now our country is in a bit of a bad shape. So I wanted the Red Emperor Dragon to sit down for a while longer and take control of the Kingdom of Radice. But from now on, I can't even afford to stick with you. I'm sure."

Did you try to use the Red Emperor Dragon for restraint in the defense of your country?... It's a pretty nasty idea.

But what's happening in that holy kingdom?

"What? It is"

"It is...... Don't you have to tell me now? Sooner or later, we'll be out of business."

The woman distracted herself from this one and made it a wind to look far away.

"Hey."

"I'm sorry. I'll soon be widely acquainted with the countries around me. But it's not a big deal. It's a common story."

"That's a long way to go."

I have no idea what the hell it is. I don't know what it is, but I think this guy's story has rather added more mystery.

"You also watched me fight the Red Emperor Dragon, didn't you?

A woman nods silently.

... I still have to kill him.

But the Holy Kingdom is a powerful nation. It is also natural, naturally, for them to try to monitor and gather information on that battle, which took place closer to their own borders.

Ugh.

So suddenly, beyond the sight, the image of a horizontal light wheel rises.

What did you look at? The magic rose in the woods in the back left. That's where me and Rifia were just now.

Then, no, no, no, no, no, the sound of the trees shaking and falling flashly.

It's Refia. She noticed this one after she picked the flowers. Did you feel my magic?

But it's amazing. It's coming this way by knocking down the trees in the woods.

"Looks like Refia's on her way."

The complexion of the woman changes slightly.

"Please!"

The body of a young woman suddenly before the rifia that came this far...... I don't like it when people think I kill people easily.

Especially before you face Uncle Borderline.

Besides, if this woman is from the Holy Kingdoms, you might want to stop murdering her now.

"Is that your sister? Let me tell you the same thing about that woman. Tell the one above you. Don't put surveillance on me. Don't interrupt what I do."

"Wow, great."

Refia makes a tremendous noise and approaches. The vibrations of rough air cover the area.

"You know what the Lord God Jerez looks like?

The shadow of a woman who appeared after the battle with the Red Emperor Dragon. We met in a temple in the slums of Ellistar, a young goddess. That's the same person. person, as to whether the expression is correct.

"Huh?"

A woman forgets her current situation and gets it right.

"If you can't do what I say, it's war. With your country and me. Tell him so."

The woman smiled and swept her neck vertically with a sharp expression.

Ishur erased one of the walls.

Actually, we hit each other, things like that, but from the side, it looks like Ishur left the Red Emperor Dragon. Ishur remained intact in the land of Kusim, and the Red Emperor Ryu suffered a great wound and fled to the back of the mountain to the east.

This will bring to the fore the kings and lords of the continental nations. They will think that the sword of Yveda, the kind of presence that overtook Lehne, appeared. That threat from Ishur will be much more powerful than it was in the village of Ruddle, and it will shake the kings of the Holy King and the high priests of the Cathedral Church.

However, this has made it difficult for me to go to the Holy Kingdom.

Once I killed Borderline Uncle, my next goal was to find a powerful wind wizard, get a handout and grab a thread around the Holy Capital to officially learn the magic of the wind while I went to the mountainous areas of eastern Holy Kingdom to hunt.

They didn't hesitate to kill me before fighting the Red Emperor for now. Sure, the Maryas said that the Holy Kingdoms and Cathedrals would smoke my existence, but they wouldn't even do anything harmful.

The people of the Holy Kingdoms have tried to kill me, but I don't even think the Maryas were completely wrong.

What they think is happening inside the Holy Kingdom, is happening, is happening, it will eventually become bright in other countries as well, that you should kill me or hurt me and stop them to keep the Red Emperor Dragon in Kusim and hold the Kingdom of Radice in check. That's what that woman said.

What would that be?

coup d 'état, civil unrest, outings, or some sort of heinous incident?

If they can't keep up with my trends anymore, on the contrary, it might be a great opportunity to infiltrate the Holy Kingdom. But knowing about my immigration might make you more alert to me, even in such circumstances.

... Should we stop making the initial plans to go to the Holy Kingdom?

And the mystery about the inheritance of God's magic fixtures only deepens. If you don't get a certain amount of knowledge about it, you may not be able to get it, even if you look for magic equipment from other gods. Like a magic fixture of the wind, it may not be able to assimilate with its own flesh.

"Ishur! Are you okay? Even the Warcraft came out?

Lifia stood in front of me in a royal manner.

My eyes are glowing red. Behind her, a wide path was raised, straight from the narrow hunter's road where she had been until just now.

The trees are falling and blown to the left and right. The ground has been dug up, and soil smoke abounds in the sky. Horribly, a number of white smokes stood thin and high from the knocked down trees.

Isn't that smoke due to the friction she had when she knocked down the trees and kicked them up?

Just in time. Is there someone in front of you who is more familiar with the circumstances of the Holy King than I am with what is close to the magic of God?

Let's ask her.

Ishur chuckled at Rifia and turned his grin.