Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

When Lifia looked at Ishur's smile, she erased the red color of her eyes and dyed her cheeks red instead.

It's only a mind. It seems somewhat embarrassed, distracting his gaze from Ishl. The brilliance of vicious magic is gone already.

"Well, when I got back, there was no Ishur. Then I felt your magic in this one. Well, worried..."

Lifia quickly deviated again as she turned a slight glance again at Ishl as she said, turning her shapely nose steadily to the side.

"Oh. Thank you, Refia"

Ishur thanked her firmly with a full smile that had never been directed at her before.

Ishur has a lower heart that asks Rifia to talk about the Holy King and so on and to get information.

"Knock."

Lifia couldn't possibly understand Ishur's thoughts like that, and when she looked at Ishur's face three times, she nodded as if she had been beaten by something, and she had made a face that stood up to shame, joy and something, as if it were a spinning kaleidoscope.

"... So, where's the Warcraft? Did you let him get away? No sign of it."

But Lifia immediately wandered her serious gaze around to reveal her expression. The dizzying change in expression that caused the kaleidoscope to spin also disappeared.

"No, it wasn't a warcraft. The opponent was a hunter of the Holy Kingdom. I was being followed. They were watching me."

I want information from her. Ishur told Lifia as much as he did earlier. One of the reasons Red Emperor Ryu sat in Kusim, glancing at the story of Red Emperor Ryu's failure to move from Kusim to the West or from the South to the West to the Holy King's kingdom.

"... right"

Lifia shrugged small and nodded one.

Refia also showed little upset at the story of that shadow-working woman who also seemed to have seen the Crusaders and me fighting the Red Emperor Dragon.

Naturally, if she is a powerful neighbor, she will also know full well that she will put on surveillance.

"But trying to make Ishur a deceased, etc... Think of something soothing."

No, are you more concerned about that one? I wonder about that......

"I wonder what that hunter said, which will eventually be passed on to the surrounding countries"

The most important question, I suppose, is this.

"What I can think of right now is a coup d 'état, or civil unrest, or an outpost in the Holy King's interior."

Lifia has answered without putting in her hair.

The one with the fast head rotation.

But the sight is the same as mine, and anyone thinks. Or that's the only reason I can think of.

"I just can't be sure of anything at this stage. We need to gather information and confirm it until we get to Alva."

Refia has cut her teeth and added well.

After we get to Alva, or...

"Then hurry up the road. Let's start with Zola."

Turn your back on Refia as I say and lower your hips.

"Oh, good. That's okay. My feet are getting better, so I'll walk myself from now on"

Turning around and looking at her, Refia looked a little embarrassed,

"It's been a long time since I've used any magic equipment I can think of, and the pain's almost gone. Maybe it was a good idea to have magic running down my twisted ankle."

I said.

I see. That could happen.

Then Ishur took Lifia's hand, and went over the fallen trees, and returned her made “way” to the hunter's way.

Lifia held hands with Ishul, and at times blushed, dyeing her cheeks and holding her jaw all the way up, not trying to face Ishul, but she was in a great mood, feeling unwell.

After going out on the hunter's road, he walks slowly and resumes his earlier conversation with Rifia.

"The political situation in the Holy Kingdom of Orst is relatively stable both in the centre and in the provinces. King, I haven't heard anything about Bionato being unusual until just before he left Alva. There will be sudden death due to heart disease… However, I often hear that the two princes are not flattered by their bellies, but they do not give in to each other over the throne and their persistence is constant."

In response to a question about the recent political situation of the Holy King of Ishur, Rifia replied even.

It wasn't particularly novel to Ishur, but Rifia's statement that he "hadn't heard it until just before he left Alva" has the late or rather vivid feeling of bordering the realm with the Holy King.

"I see. Was the age of the king of the holy kingdom about fifty now"

"No. I'm only in my forties. The two princes are in their mid twenties or so."

If the age of the two princes is a man, I can say that they fit in when they have strong ambitions. If there is a great power in front of you that can be grasped, which also makes you less affected by being burned by those around you, then you are old enough to think about getting it by your own will. He would also be old enough to start rubbing his mind about who the next king would be and what his father was thinking.

And his father is still too early to fade......

"You two princes are at a dangerous age. So Bionato has not decided which of his brothers he will make the next king."

"I can't decide, I can say. There is a risk that we will not be allowed to predict what kind of movement the undecided side will make."

Does it smell that bad?

"... so, if it's an outing, this is a bad place, too, isn't it?"

Reports of the total annihilation of the crusaders led by Rifia will not yet have reached the Sacred Capital, but it will already be known that Alva is a tease now.

"There is no pull out there. I don't know about the last ten days or so, but at the point where we advance through Alva, we are getting reports that there are no suspicious movements of the Holy King's family or the greetings on the part of the Holy King"

Naturally, even the Borderline House will arrange that much?

"However, it is true that in this Red Emperor Dragon Crusade, the main force of the army is devastated, and in two successive defeats, we have no more cohesive power..."

As a matter of course, Lifia's expression becomes harsh.

"You don't have to worry. With you."

A wide road that quickly emerged in the woods, as much as just now. That, but it won't be the full force of Refia yet. She is exactly one thousand.

You need a cohesive army to interact with Refia, and even multiple Magic Instructors will be tough to counter. There is a little similarity between her magic fixture and her own wind magic fixture. I get a similar impression of the speed of reaction and the expression of a great magic force that I can't tell you whether or not.

"Besides, if the Holy King invaded the border of the kingdom, the Grand Duchy of Alsar would move before the royal family, just waiting."

Lifia nodded with a harsh look.

Originally, the Holy Kingdoms did not have strong territorial ambitions for the peripheral lands.

Rifia is now walking directly beside herself. The narrow hunter path follows closer to the inside, with a slight widening of the road and less irregularities making it easier to walk.

"There is also the intention of the Cathedral Church. You may decide that there is no invasion of the kingdom, and therefore of the Holy King, against the frontier lands."

Ishur also said with a slightly more difficult face.

Wetlands dotted with hills to the east of the Holy King and earthlings and sub-tribes to the south, with aquatic warcraft and lizardmen (Lizardmans) trekking. It is also a zone of equilibrium with the group of urban states that allocate along the Mediterranean Sea from the south to the west of the Grand Duchy of Alsar, and the Holy King has no intention of deteriorating relations with the urban state of the Mediterranean.

I mean, so far, the Holy King has no outward eye.

"Then it's settled. of the Holy Kingdom."

"Ishl."

Refia has stopped and blocked Ishur's words with a sharp voice.

Rifia stares at Ishur with serious eyes.

"If Ishur... now, if the Holy King came against my land, would he fight with me?"

Rifia's serious expression. Strong light in the eyes, slightly coincidental.

"Oh, I don't mind."

Ishur snorted, one short.

There would be little chance of an invasion of the Holy Kingdom. But if that happens, I may have to put you behind me in killing Uncle Borderline.

No, if Uncle Borderline himself is going to fight, I will kill him in battle. It would be easier to kill because staying in the castle would be in a thin state around him. If Borderline Boy dies in the middle of a war, Borderline Boy Army will be in a state of confusion, but I can do whatever it takes to be on my own. I am confident that even an army of 10,000 units of force can be destroyed now. On the battlefield, it's easy to work with a large number of magicians. When I fought Boris and the others in Grand Duke Castle, I was careful not to kill them. If you can do it by force, even if the opponent is a magician, it's not much different from the general soldier...

The stiff look on Rifia's face did not change even if Ishur let him try first.

Her throat rings.

"Yes, Ishur, that"

As Lifia leaned down for a moment and took her gaze off Ishur, she immediately lifted her face up again and stared at Ishur.

The brilliance of her eyes shakes violently.

"When Ishur gets to the village of Zora, duh, what will he do? You're going home? Or..."

Is that what you wanted to hear?

Now...... should we bring a story here that falsifies her name and goes on the same road to Alva?

"I don't know. You won't be able to return to the village for a while. If we stay within the kingdom, we'll get into some trouble again, and we'll go to another country?

A colour appears in Ishur's eyes like the one he explores.

Let's see how Refia comes out.

"Well, then..."

Lifia said, not even noticing Ishl's exploring look at all, uplifting her face with a stiff look.

"Ishur is the benefactor of my life. So will you accompany me to Arva? I also want to speak to my father and thank him officially from home"

And I added to it to whine.

"Can't you?

……

Ishur laughed inside, dammit.

Hehe, have you told me from her?

"Right. Why don't we meet Lifia's father and get a little gratuity?"

"Oh, well, you do. Of course, thank you."

Lifia smiled and shook her head vertically. It seems a little suspicious.

"Is Ishur having trouble with the money? Then I..."

"No. That's okay"

Ishur blocked Lifia's words.

"I'm not in trouble with the money, but for the time being, I'll have a rootless life. I have a little more money and it doesn't hurt."

I still haven't got the money Mr. Seville gave me, or the money Petra gave me. I have enough money to play and live for the time being.

"Right..."

Lifia pulls in a smile and pulls up a little bit.

I guess she remembered what Ishur said about serving nowhere.

And because of that, I want to see the city of Alva, the ancient capital east of the kingdom. "

To Lifia, who gave her a soft-face, Ishur smiled and continued her words.

"I just need to ask Rifia something. I would like to hide that I am the owner of the magic fixture of the wind, that is, Ishr Bersch..."

"Okay."

Lifia nodded loudly with her chest on.

"Surely solicitation from the royal family would be depressing. I don't know what Ishr feels like."

Ishur was a bounty hunter boy who belonged to a mercenary unit, who happened to be lucky enough to survive and rescue Rifia, the only survivor after the Red Emperor Dragon left, to acknowledge Rifia for a long time. The reason, of course, is to escape surveillance and solicitation from the royal family.

Ishur loosened his expression and, smiling, in his heart he gave out his tongue.

... perfectly calculated. Simple yam. No, your brightness is a virtue.

"But don't tell Lifia's father, Uncle Borderline himself, about this. I'm sorry, but the Royal Family and the Borderline House are similar to each other for me. Even your father might say," Serve the prep. "

That's not true, though. He's afraid of me. Is not the assassin of those who have attacked him in Fugo of the holy kingdom, of the hand of the frontier uncle?

"... ok"

Lifia clouded her expression so much that now she nodded in disapproval.

"What about the name? Let's not leave Ishl alone."

I've heard Rifia feel a little grumpy.

Ishur replied with a deeper smile so that he could deceive such a rifia.

"Hmm......, then my tentative name is" Alec ". Alec is fine"

The small narrow road became oblique to the leaking day.

The two continued to walk sideways, sometimes backwards and forwards, side by side. Ishur thought of Lifia's twisted legs and kept walking slowly.

"Does Refia know anything about that woman?"

Ishur speaks to Rifia.

If that woman is not lying, the Purple Spirit Crystal organization is located in the Spirit Crystal Basilica of the Holy Capital, a shadow-working specialized machine under the slavery of the Holy Kingdom.

How far would Rifia know?

"I've heard the name of Purple Spike Crystal before"

Lifia walking on the side kept looking forward and began the conversation.

"For the most part, if a cathedral in the Cathedral Church has a stone name, it has something to do with magic and magic fixtures. There are so many crystals and other jewellery in magic fixtures. The Purple Spike is a shadow-working unit of the Holy King's family, made up of magic tools."

"The Cathedral Church has the same organization."

Twaf, who was that dual personality, was formerly an operative affiliated with a secret organization in the Cathedral Church.

"Of course."

"Is there a difference between the organization of that hand in the Holy Kingdom and the Cathedral Church"

Lifia looked at Ishul and looked at him like he didn't even know that.

"The mission just makes a little difference. The rest is the same."

"... right"

While within the diocese of the Cathedral Church, there is such a troublesome background in the royal family of the Holy Kingdom, in organizations working for the national interest, and in purple spire crystals.

The geographical relationship between the Holy Kingdom and the diocesan Church may resemble that between Italy and the Vatican. The Cathedral Church has church territory, mainly in the main temple, in a form adjacent to the Holy City of Estofol. Of course, church territory is scattered within the Holy King.

But the historical and political relationship between the Holy Kingdom and the diocesan Church is much different from that between Italy and the Vatican. The two were closely linked for a long time, with little conflict.

The Holy Kingdom is a country interested from the Diocese Church, the Diocese Knights founded to protect its main temple. For this reason, the roles of the two have long been clearly divided. In addition to the essential divinity, the Church is the maintenance and construction of the Temple, the preaching and the protection of the faithful, and the Holy King is the military, political protection and support of the Church. Naturally there are other normal matters of state, because of course the Holy Kingdom is a state. It can be said that the Holy Kingdom and the diocesan Church have been established with some secularism and have maintained their relationship.

But when this becomes the actual affiliation or HR of the various organizations of both, it becomes quite vague.

Purple spike crystals can be a good example of this. Even though "Purple Spirit Crystal” is an intelligence organization under the Holy King's Family Slavery, it is located within the Spirit Crystal Basilica of the Cathedral Church. The majority of the constituents are clerics of the Cathedral Church, so to speak, like they are coming out of the Church. On the contrary, however, many are, for example, hunters of lower nobility and territorial origin of the Holy Kingdom, who have been given the status of priests on a provisional basis.

Circumstances around here complicate the various organizations of the Holy King, including the Purple Spike Crystal, and their tasks.

Zi Tsim Jing is moving in the national interest of the Holy Kingdom, even though those within it include a large number of Church clerics, and since the Holy Kingdom itself is in a position to support the military and political aspects of the diocesan Church in the first place, it will be rare to focus on substance, the mission of the diocesan Church. It may be that it is contrary to the national interests of the Holy King.

I guess what Refia said about the assignment being slightly different but the rest is the same, but at the same time, she also said that things are just complicated and you can't help pointing your nerves out too much about it.

In addition to that, it is not that the kingdom of the Holy King, a country with power alongside the Kingdom of Ladis, and the Cathedral Church, together, are, as a result, wielding their power as they please, with the strongest power on the continent.

The most important thing for the diocesan Church is its own faith and temple, its followers, and the Holy Kingdom is only an instrument to complement it if it is extremely good. Temples and followers are present almost throughout the continent. Neither the Grand Duke of the Holy Kingdom and the hostile Grand Duchy of Alsar, nor the King of the Kingdom of Ladis, who cannot be said to have good relations with the Holy Kingdom, are followers of the Cathedral Church.

Even if the Holy Kingdom itself has strong territorial ambitions towards its neighbours, it cannot move solely in its own national interest, ignoring the diocesan Church.

"There is no need for Ishur to care about the Holy Kingdom. You threatened the hunter woman, didn't you? That's enough. There is no one on this earth fearless of Ishur, who can fight each other with the Red Emperor Dragon."

Rifia took her gaze off Ishur and turned forward, snapping like a solitary.

"Holy kingdoms fly the banner of the Cathedral Church, which means that at the same time they are tied to the Cathedral Church"

Mm-hmm, good. That's good.

Ishur had shredded the branches of the trees and yamameh into stab skewers and was munchkin '.

The two decided to descend into the Valley River in the evening and spend the night catching river fish at the river's edge and staying put.

"Ishur likes fish, doesn't he? Eat very yummy."

Refia seems to enjoy it too.

Because I'm Japanese. That's not how you could eat natural ivanas and sea turtles in the previous world.

I was reborn and grew up in this land, and I've eaten many times before, but I never get tired of this flair.

"Yeah. If you say so..."

When Ishur finished eating the river fish, he put the skewer in the burning fire and saw the rifia in a warm manner.

"It's a little hard to ask, but there's something I need you to tell Lifia again."

Now she's relaxing too. You might want to ask at times like this.

"What?

I have a smile on my rifia. A soft smile.

"Actually, it's about magic equipment."

I glance into Rifia's eyes.

"Me and you."

A smile disappears from Lifia's face. The burning fire rang flat.

There's a noise of night birds somewhere.

"There are similarities between me and your magic equipment. They're both taken in by their own bodies."

……

Refia remains silent.

"I know it's about touching contraindications. All you have to do is talk to me."

"What about Ishl? The sword of Yveda, did you indeed call him Lene? How did you inherit your magic equipment from the Great Wizard?

"It's..."

When it felt like this one was going to say it, Refia had a grin on her.

"It would have been a fire then. I hear its secrets, too."

Verse - Did you find out on Uncle Borderline?

"Something must have happened before or after Ishur inherited the magic of the wind from Lehne."

The place is nervous. What do I look like now? Should I still not have told this story?

"No, I don't want to pry into that time."

Lifia pulled in a grin, and, no, no, she waved to pay for the nervous air.

"It's the magic of the wind god. Whatever happens, it's not weird. It is my belief that it is up to God to show up in this world and to whoever has it."

Lifia stares at me and keeps talking quietly.

"That used to be why Lene was supposed to have it in his hands. And now, why do you have it? All I know is that you are from the Bersh family, from the clergy of the ancient Urk kingdom."

Lifia grinned again.

"There is also a secret ritual in my inheritance of the“ arrow of the martial arts ”that will not be divulged to others. But it's not the most important thing to have it. Before that, because being a royal blood muscle exists as an absolute condition for inheritance. No matter what the secret is, inheritance is impossible without royal blood. In the end,“ blood ”matters. This is well known in the alley."

Refia also seems to think "blood” is important when it comes to inheriting the magic of the wind. But then it doesn't match what Lene said or did or what the Red Emperor Ryu said.

"But, Ishur. I believe that there is something else more important in the inheritance of the arrows of the martial arts"

Lifia's grin gets louder.

"What? It is"

"It's love."

What? Oh, love, you say?...... such an idiot.

"What? Surprise."

Yes, no, because.

"The inheritance of" blood ”means the affection of parents and children. He was my grandfather in my case."

Right...... Well, maybe that happens, huh? Indeed.

I have the impression that royalty, nobility, etc. are always in power strife internally, including trace strife, but of course that's not all.

Lifia said with a serious face.

"Actually, my inheritance of magic implements has the necessary spells. The spell is not a stereotype. It doesn't have to be stereotypical. However, there must be a blessing and affection for the person who gives the magic equipment."

And Lifia muttered small and smiled, "It's a secret thing, but I think I've spoken a little too much.

Her smile dazzled and just looked radiant.

You're supposed to be just a little, smile.

At noon the next day, Ishur is now walking with Rifia on his back.

Her sprain on her left leg seems to be doing a lot better, but she decided that it was still impossible to make her walk a whole day in a row.

You should arrive in the village of Zola as soon as possible. Then you should hump her and use magic to move around sometimes. The later we are, the more we will pass on the battle against the Red Emperor Dragon and the situation of Kusim to the royal family and the border uncle, giving them some measure against this one and time to be moved. It's just not good to rush it too fast. It must be made to such an extent that it does not seem unnatural to the people of the village of Zora or to those of the residual forces of Fugo. If, for example, a trip that took five days on foot was broken in two days, and so on, how could such a thing be done in the wake of the wounded?

Rifia was rapping last night.

She also told me about her magic equipment, the arrows of the martial arts.

"My magic equipment has no spells. You don't have to cast a spell."

Rifia kept looking closely at Ishur's face and continued the conversation.

"It activates if you want to use it, no, you want to fight it, you have to fight it"

"Ho."

It does resemble the magic fixture of the wind a bit.

It activates when you're angry or excited, and you never add tea. I'd love to.

"For example, if you just want to exert your powers, all of the magical abilities of the arrows of the martial arts are activated"

"I see."

Acceleration, hardening, intuition and sensory acuteness are activated at the same time.

"There is no spell, which means there is no other magic in the arrows of the martial arts. I can't even recall the Spirit."

"I see.... but okay? I even told him that."

"I don't mind. It is a magic tool that has long been passed down to the royal family. Those who know know know. And."

There is a fierce grin on Lifia.

"Just because you're known doesn't mean you're easily broken. Half-breed magic won't stop me. The Red Emperor Dragon and you are special."

She cut through the woods at noon to make a wide path, but that was good, defeat at Kusim, seems to have restored a little confidence from the setback.

Wouldn't the reason I was added to Red Emperor Dragon be greater the other day than the fact that Red Emperor Dragon and I fought each other, trapped her with the magical wall of wind on the lake and completely enclosed her power? That's not something that even a powerful magician can do that easily. Because it's the same magic the Great Spirit used.

"That's why I don't have a magician. Would I be a dead grandfather if I were to make you strong? I haven't even read the magic books in so much detail."

"... right"

There will naturally be some magic books in the Borderline House.

"Surely Ishur's magic equipment may also be a little like mine"

He tells Refia the outline of the battle with the Red Emperor Ryu. I guess that's how she felt from that story. She thinks the same thing about me.

"There's something I don't mind pretending to do. But it seems that Lene, the great master of the wind, also used a lot of magic."

Am I being spotted? That I'm not very familiar with the magic of the wind.

But I heard good things about Lene's use of diverse magic.

There was no record on the Bersch family mansion about Lehne, and I still don't know much about when she was active. All I know at the moment is that she was very active in the then-repeated battles against the United Kingdom confronting the Warcraft in Lake Alm, southwest of the King's Capital, and in the Brektas mountain masses extending west of it, northwest of the Kingdom. If they were wizards and hunters of the kingdom, there would still be plenty of people who knew that much. It's something I've been thinking about, but I also need to find out more about Lene someday.

And if Lene used a wide variety of wind magic, then he still needs to learn the magic of the wind that has always existed.

"Thanks, Refia"

Ishur said in a small voice.

Your story has been helpful.

"Hmm?"

Lifia opened her eyes slightly and tilted her neck.

Beautiful, pretty girl.

Lifia still wraps her arms tightly around Ishl's neck, boldly snuggling her body together.

Her face is on Ishur's shoulder. She's asleep.

Ishur tried to walk as fast as possible while keeping his body down and up.

Did it clear well today, the bright sunshine from the Valley River slips through the trees, illuminating the Ishurs.

Walking down the hunter's path in the early walks, the shadows of the trees and the sun shining from between them are eye-catching, alternating between twirls to delude Ishur's eyes. But Ishur didn't feel good about it.

Rather, I even felt comfortable with its lightness. The mountains are low, people are approaching, and the state of the forest is changing. That softens the sun and the shadows.

Ishur laid herself to the contrast of its light and shadow.

"Crack your head open."

"It's in the body."

"Kill you and you will have the power."

"Eat you and make the magic of the wind mine"

These are the words that Reine and Red Emperor Ryu once said.

It's been a long time since the witch in the woods nearly killed me, and I don't remember every word that that old wizard said. But it is certain that it was an event that will never be forgotten.

"It's up to God to decide who gets it."

"You are a Belsch clan, a priest from the ancient Urk kingdom."

And what Rifia said.

There's no way I'm going to let anything Lifia said get away with.

Little by little, but we are gathering what serves as a judgment material to identify the inheritance of God's magic implements, no, how to take them.

But this is not the only definitive answer.

What we can guess now is that if we were to take away God's magic equipment, it would kill each other.

And a new element added there. It may have something to do with “blood” or “God's will” on the terms of participating in the contest.

And so far, the kind of thing that we can call “love” that Lifia said on the board of the game that the gods see and point to can't even peek at the shards.

But the story that the love and blessings of her parents and children were imperative to her inheritance of magic implements was a consolation not small enough for her. That was the unexpected side of magic and magic equipment that I had never known before. Sometimes between people, they spin their love, and they pile up and inherit their magic.

That is not in any way different from the fact that the various wisdoms and knowledge of man have been passed down and protected for generations...

Now. Have you learned such a obvious thing yet? I am.

That's very important.

Do not cloud your thoughts with the harsh conditions in which you have walked. Don't forget.

But......

From now on, there will be no stories about that magic fixture and love about me.

Light and shadow intersect your vision as you progress. It felt like it would last forever, everywhere.

After noon the following day, the two arrived in the village of Zola.