Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

"Ishur, how long have you been asleep?

"Hehe, sloppy face. Good morning, Ishur."

"Ishur, breakfast is ready. I've been waiting for you."

"Ishur, let's go for a walk"

"Ishur, I had a horse ready for you today. Why don't we go away for a little while?"

"Oh. Ishl doesn't like horseback riding? Heh. Then I'll teach you."

"Ishur, dinner's a treat for you today."

"Ishur, I got you some tea. Let's drink together."

"Ishur, you're free for the day tomorrow. What do we do?"

A bitter time came, a few days after arriving in the village of Zora until the Crusader Residual Squad calling from Fugo arrived in the village, perhaps sweet for Rifia, stimulating his conscience not least for Ishur.

The valley, where the two headed from near Kusim to the village of Zola, widened its hem slightly, eventually becoming a small fan area that brought the village in. The Valley River flows through the centre of the village, joining several streams ahead and eventually with the Baenels River.

Rifia was familiar with the terrain around the village of Zola. It was Ishur who searched out the hunter's path and set his course, but the path was long and a path that ran directly into the village of Zora. Perhaps Refia had noticed at a rather early point. I guess that's why she didn't say anything about the path until we got to the village of Zola.

As the mountains on both sides of the valley widened their hems and the valley widened, a messy wooden watch was seen from among the trees around noon that day. Eventually I could see a sturdy fence with a whole tooth between those trees.

The marutai used in the fence is not so damaged. Probably built after the Red Emperor Dragon came down to the people and there were more warcraft around.

Soon afterwards, the village made a fuss.

When the young man on watch who had packed it in admitted to Lifia, he shouted something and went down and immediately informed the village chief. Everyone in the village of Zora knew the face of Rifia.

I guess the doubts were on the face, Rifia explained with a grin on Ishl.

"I visited this village a while ago to exorcise the Fire Dragon. So all the men of this village know my face."

"Fire Dragon Cure"? How did Rifia kill those guys?

Rifia answered Ishl's question without incident.

"I approached him while avoiding his flames and just dropped his neck. When I was flying in the sky, I threw a bunch of spears and dropped them before I finished."

It was a stupid question.

Was it something Marya had previously said that if the Wushu arrows were activated, both the protective equipment she wore and the weapon in her hand would have the magic of hardening?

As with paper for her, such as scales of fire dragons, I guess there's nothing wrong with cleaving them.

As he entered the village and the villagers began to gather in front of Rifia, Ishur whispered to her.

"From now on, I'm Alec the bounty hunter. Nice to meet you, Mr. Refia."

"... ok"

Really, Refia looks grumpy.

"Tamu? Ishl in public, don't call me."

"I know."

Lifia pointed at her lips as Ishur pressed caution.

But soon to reveal what he thought,

"Do you mind if I have a moment with you?

I've said.

"Well, I don't mind if I don't have one around..."

A huge grin appeared on Lifia's face as Ishur let him snort at his disapproval.

Rifia was greeted by the village chief of the village of Zola, and as soon as she settled her hips in the village chief's house, she sent out her early horse, as she wrote to the residual troops of Fugo and to the border uncle of Alva.

Ishur also had the room used as a guest at the village chief's house arranged, borrowed paper and writing instruments, and wrote to Marya, who would be in Fugo.

The contents of the letter are that the Red Emperor has managed to repel the Red Emperor Dragon, that the Red Emperor Dragon has suffered a deep wound and will probably not come out to the public for a few or several hundred years or a while. Don't put on surveillance because I will leave the country like this and will not be able to see the Maryas for a while, I will not serve another country, so I will try to send letters to Maryas and Petra at the Frontera Chamber of Commerce headquarters sometimes. If the shadow worker of the Borderline House stays in Fugo, I want it all done. Finally, the landslide was caused by a maneuver taken by Rifia and Boris Dogoulas and other court magicians to bury the Red Emperor Dragon alive and seal her movements, to rejuvenate her so that there was no responsibility of Marya for the total annihilation of the mercenary forces and that she would not suffer with care.

When Ishur finished writing the letter, he paid attention to the signs of one around him and secretly recalled the Spirit in the guest room.

And thou shalt give me the Spirit of the Wind, O Yveda, if thou wilt, and shew it in this long world.

The wind blowing in my hometown's wheat fields, what I saw ahead, what I gained standing in the abyss of death.

Ishur cast a recall spell with a whispering whisper.

Slightly nearby, I can hear people talking. I guess Rifia is talking to the village chiefs.

There is only one window armor door open on the south side of the room. Their voices flow from there. The armor was small only once, and I made a noise, no.

Brilliant glow in the brain. This was followed by the appearance of a white, shining, aged woman dressed in a luxurious robe in front of Ishur.

"... oh. Who do you think you are to call me on purpose?"

The Spirit was a beautiful woman with impressive abundant hair of habit. Is it about thirty years old? It felt like a little bit of a stood up, but that was accompanied by a strong colour of an adult woman who was not even thought of as a spirit.

"The sword is calling, isn't it? Nice to meet you."

The woman of the Spirit broke her knee.

What should I say...... The colour. It's a leak, but the magic seems well controlled and can only be felt slightly.

"Welcome. What's your name?

Ishur also pulls back a little and lets him bend his hips with his left hand on his chest.

"It's Nayarlushk Bartudshek. Pretty guy."

The Spirit has smiled lusciously, taking Ishl and looking at him like he could taste it.

Ha, this is going to be hard to do again. Besides, it's a name I can't seem to remember at all this time.

"Uh, uh"

"Nayal is fine. We're names that are hard to remember."

Thanks for that.

"What does Mr. Nayal mean..."

"Do not try to learn more about us. Swordsman."

The Spirit has said as if he were seeing through Ishur's magic and his little knowledge of the Spirit.

Is that still what it is?

"I am the woman who serves on your side, Yveda."

Even so, it explains it.

"So, what can I do for you? Cute sword."

Something cute, cute, and persistent? And scatter the colour of a woman so grown up. It would be too dangerous.

Well, it must have come from me. That's how old you are. What does it look like?

"I want you to give this letter to the wizard girl in Fugo."

Ishur said by giving the wrapped letter to the woman's spirit.

Nayarlushk began by saying, "Do you think I'm such a small-timer? I couldn't help it. Ishur asked her to keep her hips low, but she came up with an exchange condition to see how serious she was" if you would call me again ".

Its eyes emitted such a demonic light that Ishur sifted his fears.

"But you can't make a deal with Mr. Nayal."

But this one word of Ishur worked for her.

Nayarlushk said he would just look into both eyes and make his face look somewhat stronger.

"That's... well, yeah. I can't."

Again, the same reaction as Carlitos.

"Why?"

"I don't care how you say it...... I'm sorry, I can't answer that."

The luster until just now disappears completely, and she leans down softly.

What the hell is going on?

Is it still the same as Marya's magic appliance?

"Okay. Instead, I will obey anything you say. Explain it in detail. Right?"

To Ishur, who keeps staring at Nayal in silence, eventually she looks up and has made concessions with a loving laugh.

"... that would be a little difficult. There must be a lot of humans in this place called Fugo, right?

Ishur described Fugo's place, Marya's appearance, the magic equipment she had, where she seemed to be, etc., but Nayal said with his neck hanging.

"If I ever met a girl named Marya, it would be easy to find her."

Well, you're right. What to do.

I do feel subtle about how much the Spirit has the ability to discern a particular person from among many people, even if the other person is a wizard, just by verbal explanation alone.

Ishur raised his voice, thinking a little, oh. I've flashed a long time.

"Marya's magic fixture is united with the Spirit of Fire who looked like a dragon named Bescortino? They're strongly tied together." The Spirit and the Magic Fixture are all together... and they're not sealed in the Magic Fixture. "

Nayarlushk laughed as he listened to Ishl.

I'm going to turn some meaningful gaze, unlike the luscious feeling that you just invited me.

"Yes...... Then I'll see. Fugo, was it? No matter how many people are in that city, you'll find them no matter how far away they are from it."

"Good."

After all, I thought to the Purple Spike Tracker the other day, to that woman, something like a thread of magic that was flowing uninterruptedly from the other realm where the Spirit lived, from the experience of sensing that, there might be an intermittent connection between Marya's magic fixture and Bescortino, who is also in the Spirit realm.

I might be able to feel it from Marya's magic equipment now. If I could, the Spirit would feel more clearly.

"Well, nice to meet you. Mr. Nayal."

Ishur handed the letter to Nayal. After all, Nayal also received the letter firmly. She should have no entity either, but the letter slipped through her hand and fell to the floor, etc.

"So if I give it to a girl named Marya, I might as well come back to you and report it."

"No, if I can give it to you safely. So. If we don't find Marya or something bad is happening to her, I want you to let me know."

Ishur thought for a moment and answered Nayal.

"Copy that. So is Mr. Marya, your good lady?

The Spirit sent a blatant stream.

"Huh? No"

"Hehe. So call me back sometime, okay?

When she said that, she disappeared all the time. Now the armor didn't even make a sound.

Her disappearance felt even more sophisticated than Carlitos.

Ishur lowered his hips to the bed at the edge of the room when the Spirit left, meditating and spreading his own senses around him.

The settlement of the village of Zora takes the form of a fan-shaped spread from the mountains out of Ishur towards the streets connecting Kusim and Alva. Between the households, the streets are scissors, pastures and wheat fields are spread, and charcoal grills and lumber storage are dotted. I guess they're delivering wood, charcoal, etc. to the Kusim mine.

The village chief's house had the edge of the property bordered the street. Ishur had been somewhat attentive to those heading to Alva on the street since he arrived and made a scene in the village with Rifia, but no one had made any particularly suspicious moves.

There is no sign of any suspicious person who is still walking down the street towards Alva, watching the village chief's house. There is no such thing as using magic.

Ishur opened his eyes. Ishur's detection range is roughly six hundred long walks (about four hundred m), and when it is outside it becomes quite obscure, unable to grasp the entire village of Zola.

I really tried to keep an eye on the Spirit, but this time I prioritized contacting Marya. In one magic fixture, you cannot recall more than one Spirit at the same time.

Exactly. Neither the Borderline House nor the Royal Family will be able to pre-position the Hands in anticipation that the Ishurs will show up in the village of Zola. It's not like keeping a military, or a political, intelligence residue in place. If the holy kingdom is right about that woman, she should take her hand off this surveillance.

However, if the rear unit of the Border Bo Crusader returns from Fugo, we will have to be more vigilant, more vigilant.

Once they get to Zola, there's something I'd like to try.

Ishur slept on his back on the bed, blurring out the pattern of a dull ceiling wooden plank.

Rifia persistently advised him to accompany the village chief and the others for dinner, but Ishur solidified and, just in case, confirmed in a letter she sent to Borderline Uncle that she had reported herself as Alec the bounty hunter, then had dinner in the corner of the cooking alley with the servants of the village chief's house.

Originally bounty hunters, hunters, etc. are smoky and repellent in time and in some cases for people who settle and live a decent life. Rifia said to those around her, including the village chief, "Don't treat Alec roughly because he is a benefactor of my life," souring his mouth, but as Ishur, I don't want to stand out unnecessarily if I go out in public. As an unnamed rushing bounty hunter boy, I was going to be careful not to be questioned from around.

But the inquisitor didn't wholesale it.

Until the residual troops stationed in Fugo arrived at Zola, the hands-free rifia stuck snugly to Ishur, or took him around.

As Ishul had asked him to do, Rifia called him Alec properly without mistake in front of him, but he spoke to Ishul not only for his meals, but rather when he walked and borrowed a horse from the village chief's house and went away, forcing him to be on his way.

"Ishur. Looks like you're getting a little better. But remember what I said earlier. You can't be weird and gentle when riding a horse. It's the first thing that matters."

Returning the horse to the stables of the village chief's house, Rifia lines up beside Ishur fine and says something like that.

My voice is playing. Refia is in a good mood.

"Oh......"

The opposing Ishur is not well.

Ishur had fallen prey to unfamiliar horseback riding.

Even I know the first thing they say when riding a horse like that.

I complain in my heart but watch my eyes all around me.

Sure, there's no one nearby, but I don't know where or who's watching. I feel many signs of the mother house of the village chief's house and of one nearby. It's because it's so perfect. It's troublesome when you can send it over. I wonder if the princess grew up around here.

"Oh, my God, Ishur. You're not well. Hehe."

Oh? If you're going away with a horse, why don't you just go to Alva. If you're going with a horse, it won't take two days from here.

Waiting for troops to come back from Fugo, but you can't possibly do that, Ishur can't help but blur in his mind.

When he came out on the front side of the mansion, the mother house of the village chief's house, Rifia said to Ishur, looking serious.

"Tomorrow the Heavy Squad, called from Fugo, will arrive. I need to meet with the village chief for a moment, so excuse me here. Will you have dinner with the village chiefs this evening?

Lifia smiled slightly, but turned a strong gaze at Jiro Ishul and went inside the mansion.

Shit, take extra care of me.

She's telling you to have a meal with the village chief for once, because she'll be leaving the village of Zola tomorrow.

Ishur sighed, turning again to the back of the mansion to his room.

The mansion of the village chief of the village of Zola is built of stone in the fireplace, Kama which chimney, and the part facing the main entrance, the majority of which are two floors with wooden ocean lacquer. The back is in complex shape with repeated additions as added to its mother house.

There are only partial fences around the mansion, and stonewalls and digs are not dazzled. Surrounded by large trees instead.

As Ishur walks under those trees, a boy, about ten years old, walks from the back of the mansion.

"Hey, can you come here for a second? My brothers want to talk."

As the boy approached Ishur, he called out.

"Hmm? What?

"I don't know. Just follow me."

The boy turns his back and walks ahead without even hearing Ishur's reply as to whether he is full of heads because of what he has been able to say.

What the hell. Not at all.

When Ishur, in a bad mood, complained inside, he had no choice but to follow the child behind him.

The child opened the door to the entrance behind the village chief's mansion when he came in front of the additional building, and when he called out "I brought him" inside, he ran toward the table of the mansion. I didn't even look at Ishur.

When Ishur entered the building, it was dim inside in a large room like earth. Inside were young people from the village, fifteen or six to twenty years old men about the same age as Ishur below, about seven or eight.

As Ishur entered the room, one step inside, and proceeded to walk, the man who was holding back beside the drawer closed the door and put a stick on him.

There is swordswallowing air in the room.

Hmm? No way, these guys......

The oldest and most likely man called out, sitting in a small wooden barrel in the middle of the room.

Do you even do wood dusting, you're in a bad shape.

"You helped the princess? You look like a woman. You're such a bounty hunter."

Behind the barrel man, leaning against the wall, a man still about twenty years old took over the words.

"Is the bounty hunter going out with the princess every day? How did you get in?

I have a humble laugh on my face.

Bad air fills the room. The other men were also turning their contempt and anger gaze to Ishl.

What, these guys. I thought it was Uncle Borderline's hand, but it's completely different.

Is it a trick? Refia is an idol for these guys, and I guess that's the goddess herself, or something like idol.

There is a grin on Ishur's face.

Nice, very. I miss something, really. This is what happened to you at the same age in the village of Bersch.

I was a little away from my age, but he used to play with me sometimes when I was a kid.

They play with me, too.

Ishur's grin deepened.