I wonder if you fought the mighty Red Emperor Dragon as if it were an erupting active volcano, next just a villager?
Ischl touched the Bersch family ring on his left hand pharmacopoeia finger by bending his pinky finger to soften it. And I was careful and turned my attention to the signs outside the room.
Ishur's floating smile quickly fell out of his emotions, snapping into his face like a mask, something only of form.
These guys are good. Is there anyone outside this room watching over me? For example, who cares if I use the magic of the wind?
Someone waiting for me to accidentally tail him.
"Fuck you. This kid."
The man sitting in the barrel is very upset.
Ishur ignores the man across the street and explores the area.
There he is. One person, a little further away, does not move.
Ishur looked to the door at the right edge of the room. Beyond that door, there is a suspicious figure in the mother house.
Behind the door is a hallway. The man appears to be standing in the hallway.
Hmm.
If the person watching me is a shadow worker, I think it's a pattern around here, lurking low on the outside walls and on the roof. Is he an amateur?
Either way, you don't have to use the magic of the wind flashy at all. The magic of the ring and slight assistance on the limbs would suffice. The magic of the ring is not easy for a wizard to tell if you don't see it closer or in person.
"Hehe."
When Ishur grasped what was going on around him, he finally faced the man sitting in the barrel facing the front.
One side of the lip creeps up.
Really, they're so cute that they smile. In the same situation, even the young people of the village of Bersch would have done something similar. I'm just a little concerned about the one who's holding back across the door.
The barrel man's eyes shook left and right.
In an attempt to hold Ishur's shoulders and arms from both sides, the men around him jump from left to right to Ishur.
The Bersch family ring is working. The men were unable to grab Ishur's shoulder and staggered with a breakdown in posture before and after Ishur.
When Ishur cut the magic of early sight trying to activate, he slightly turned on the wind assist to speed up, stomped the head of the man falling in front of him and jumped hard, jumping over the men falling in the earth and standing right in front of the man sitting in the barrel. Just kick the barrel from the side with your right foot and pay for the man's foot who then sat down.
He made a deafening noise and the barrel broke in pieces, and a man got his ass cake on.
The men with the buttcakes, the men who crawled on all fours behind them, and the rest who didn't move, all have their mouths wide open and stunned.
Those who possess the magic tools of acceleration, early sight, and are comfortable with martial arts, would not have known, and it would only have seemed like an instant event to the men of the village.
Ishur said looking down at the man with the buttcake in the dirt.
"Don't you fools want to do that, too? Even you can see a little bit of what kind of hunters are left in the fugo at the moment. Don't make me go through all the trouble I need."
Ishur said in a slightly rough tone, how bounty hunters seem.
"I just need to meet Uncle Borderline and get the award and play a lot of gratuities and that's fine. Why don't you kill them all and run away, and don't make them imitate you? See?"
The awards Ishur said are like letters of sentiment sent out by kings and lords. This time, the letter of thanks for saving Uncle Borderline's son will be supplemented by a written gift of hardware and other items as gratitude, but it will also be a powerful letter of recommendation when serving the families, ministers, and neighborhood lords of the Uncle Borderline family with barons and knighthood titles.
A lot of money and a servant. What Ishur said was normal for anyone who bounty hunters to dream about. I doubt how much fear he was given to the men around him, even if he made it look awesome in a rough tone, but the content of what he said was convincing enough.
"Well."
Ishur looked around at the men in the room.
There are only two men at the edge of the room stared at by Ishur, frightened to take the farm tools that were standing on the wall.
A man in the front stood up in the gap where Ishur had taken his gaze off.
The position of the two sights was reversed. Now Ishl will be the side to look up to. The colour of agitation is disappearing from the man's face.
Do you still do it?
"Hey, you guys. What are you doing?"
So the door was opened at the right edge of the room, and this too a young man appeared.
This is the man who was just standing in the hallway. The face I saw somewhere...... yes, it's the village chief's son. My oldest son?
……
For a moment, strange air flows through the field. Though it seems like a bump at first.
"You saved your son's life..."
The village chief's son turned his face toward Ishur.
"I don't know what happened, but I was wondering if you could keep your hands off the villagers"
Hmm. What are you talking about? You must have set this farce up.
I've been watching you, and you just heard a noise, so around here, you broke it in, didn't you?
"Hey, what's wrong!... I will report this to your son and daughter. We're supposed to have dinner tonight."
The village chief's son reacted sensitively to Ishur's grin, which fumbled with blatant contempt.
"Pfft."
Ishur unwittingly blew it out. I look down and laugh.
That's funny. You're telling Rifia this? It's just gonna be a serpent.
Did you disparage me for this and try to pull me away from Refia?
What a boring, soothing plan.
Ishur raised his face when he managed to contain the laughter. There is a slightly cooler color in his eyes.
No... the question is if this guy was planning on letting me kill one of the young men from the village he planted, take care of it, or even try to get him to escape. If that's the case, you can't just be kidding me. It's just vicious.
At that dinner and at that time, shall we stop?
"That would be nice. Talk about what's not in the princess, cancer."
There were signs of concern at the front of the mansion when Ishul tried to keep talking about me being with him for that dinner.
A horse.
The village chief's son has also turned around the hallway to see if it has been conveyed that he is at the table of the mansion.
"An early horse."
When Ishur shrugged, he turned his back on the men silently and began walking towards the drawer. A man who was blocking in front of the door was stared at by Ishl and retreated towards the edge of the room.
Ishur went outside when he kicked his stick in.
No one raised their voice and did not hold back.
The early horse came from Alva's side of the street. I can't overlook this.
Ishur's face becomes harsh.
For now, if you're on the street, why don't you go to the front of the mansion?
Walk under the mixed trees of chilly deciduous trees. The mother house of the village chief conveys signs of movement without blame.
Around the time I could see the streets in between the trees, there were signs of one moving overhead.
"Ishl......, Ishl......"
Lifia rode herself out of the upstairs window of her mother's house and called out in a small voice. On one hand was a scroll of paper gripped.
Refia's room upstairs was bigger than Ishur's and the bed was quite splendid. The two windows in the room were rare in the countryside, and they were splendid glass windows with large sheet glass with little distortion or dullness.
The room is littered with many pieces of paper spread over desks and beds, all of which are surprisingly written in fine letters about something.
Ishur looked at the paper nearby to his hand.
Beautiful brush-written and surprisingly written text seems to be her private memorandum on what Ishur told Rifia at the summit of Kusim.
In that writing, it was first written that we should work on the rostering of the survivors of the war, and that we should examine and grasp the living orientation of each survivor.
Lifia invited Ishur into her room and pulled him in, quickly closing the door to the room in her rear hand, turning around in front of him and saying:
"To remember what you taught me. I was putting it together in a sentence."
Lifia was dyeing her cheeks. My gaze seems a little shy, wandering around.
It's a serious one.
"That's fine."
Ishur turned to her as she whimpered small enough not to sound like Rifia.
"So, what's the news from Alva?
"Oh. You know better than that that that the horse came from Alva"
To Rifia, who smiles and stares at Ishur, Ishur said with a serious face.
"Where the wind blows, there's nothing I don't know"
For a moment, Refia is surprised with her eyes round.
"Well... just the sword of Yveda, don't be afraid,"
When she left Kusim, she immediately grabbed her surprised face and nodded with a serious look, remembering that Ishur had searched for a light hunter's way.
"You sneezed in this room, you were writing, you stretched, you know, whatever."
"Become!"
Rifia's face is dyed very bright red.
"Oh, lying. It's a joke. The matter of the early horse just so happens. I was just trying to figure it out."
Ishur laughed, well, and waved his hands so that he could mock Rifia.
"Uh-huh."
Refia pisses off her shoulders and makes a pretty, unspoken groan.
It's fun. What makes this guy laugh?
"So, what's the news from Alva?
Ishur repeated so much dialogue that he had just become a serious face again.
"Oh my God!
Ishur shouted out loud when she heard from Lifia that Borderline uncle had left Alva and was now in Nostal in the news from the family decree.
Lifia, who felt a little stubborn when Ishur scolded her, opened her eyes and surprised her face.
Not good...... But you Leavert. Did you run away from me? You've already passed on my information...
"All of a sudden shout out loud...... what's up, Ishur?
Refia puts one hand against her chest and peeps at Ishl.
"Oh, no. Oh, that's it. Hey, isn't this about Holy Kingdoms?
Ishur told him to take away the grin he drew, but Rifia nodded loudly just to get my will on how Ishur reacted.
"Yeah, that's exactly the thing."
Nostal is a stubborn fortified city in the southernmost part of the kingdom, close to the border between the Holy Kingdom of Orst and the Grand Duchy of Alsar. There is a castle of the Count of Quvaid family that governs the area. Northwest stroke of the Holy King's kingdom, also close to Theodore.
"It's a letter written by our family decree," Rifia said, giving Ishl the scroll he had in his left hand.
"That's a coup. Bionato's leaving soon. He was tipped off by those who were lords of the Holy King's house and court."
When Ishur received the roll of paper from Rifia, he began to read it so that he could taste the paper.
The text that the decree had written was concise and clear, in addition to what Rifia had said, concerning the departure of the King of the Holy Kings about five days earlier, it was written that a meeting would be held between the Earl of Quvade and Frontera to the Archduke's messenger in Nostal, plus a messenger from the Grand Duchy of Alsar, in which the Lord (or Lord) would also participate; that by the time this letter reached Zola it would be just in the middle of that meeting; and that your letter, Princess, was forwarded to the Father who would be staying in Nostal.
And if Borderline Bob reads Rifia's letter, he would soon be on his way back to Alva, a private opinion of the decree was added.
So it's none of my business that Uncle Borderline left Alva?
Ishur relieved the tension.
Good for now. But......
"... which means how many days will it be before Lifia's father arrives in Alva?
Alva, it's about eight to ten days on foot between Nostal. Maybe four days if it's a carriage.
Just over two days before the early horse with Rifia's letter arrived in Nostal, which means...
Seven, eight days from now.
"I guess so."
Something seems to make Refia happy. What makes you so happy?
"Tomorrow afternoon, for leaving here with the arriving Heavy Squad, it will be three days and a little while before your father returns to the castle, and four or five more days after that,"
Not really. For me, Alva Castle is like an enemy land. Well, if Uncle Borderline isn't in the castle himself, there's hardly going to be a good move for me in the castle, I can't even think about it.
"Well, isn't that nice? Ishr. We should just slow down a little bit at home."
Refia smiles and says.
"... right"
Will you be stuck in the castle by Rifia again and taken around outside the castle...
No, wait. Nothing. We don't have to wait until Uncle Borderline arrives at the castle. He may raid on his way back to Alva.
That's right, Mr. Borderline's move. Ten or twenty horseback rides would be on escort, even if the force is depleted. But if we do it quickly, we can more safely and surely kill Uncle Borderline than we can in the castle who doesn't know what trick it is.
Whatever the fishing ceiling, if there's anything like lost magic equipment in the castle, this one might get out of hand.
It's just not me before. Though I think we can stop the fishing ceiling altogether and break the magical junction of stray now.
But it would be safer and more certain to take the journey back to Alva than to know what tricks are in the castle.
About half a day before he arrives in Alva, just before he enters downtown Alva, before Rifias realizes I'm out of the castle, at a time when they can't handle anything if they notice. And rather, the day is better than the night. At night, it's difficult to locate and verify who you are because you're staying at a local mansion or something. It's easy to find horseback riding squads and carriages that go down the street during the day. Having more than one carriage is not a big problem. He blew up the roof, identified the carriage he was riding, named himself Borderline uncle, and called out to kill him about the village of Bersch. If this one rides that carriage, for example, and puts up a magical wall of wind around it, you don't have to interfere from around.
Isn't that perfect?
"What's up, Ishur?
Rifia calls out with a suspicious face to Ishl, who slightly leans down and thinks.
"Why don't you stay in my castle? There's nothing to be upset about. I will measure you as I am good."
That's not what I'm thinking. Besides, I don't like your plan.
... well. Let's think positive here. Outside the castle, you can raid the border uncle. Things have improved, you may think.
Then it's next on the agenda.
"I mean, Bionato's leaving, but I wonder if he's even bothered to be summoned to Lifia's father."
I understand that Uncle Kubade is the flag on the front line against the Holy King. Moreover, on top of that, we can see the Grand Duke, the flag of the entire southeastern part of the Kingdom of Ladis, sending his messenger to Nostal. However, it is inconsistent that even the owners of the Borderline House, who are in a predicament in Kusim, are deliberately summoned.
"It's Alsar."
Lifia put her hand on her chin and said to think about it.
"I guess the emissary of the Grand Duchy of Alsar is the big man there. With the clan of the Grand Duke of Alsar, I guess."
Lifia keeps talking.
"The information about the departure of the Holy King probably came from Alsar. I guess the other side wants to look at the time of year and attack depending on the situation in the future. to the Holy Kingdom."
"... I see"
That's where Rifia smiles sarcastically.
"I suppose Father was called for his political consideration of the Messenger of the Grand Duchy of Alsar. Later, together with the Grand Duke's messenger, it will be his role to glorify the arrogance of Arthur. Sometimes, of course, I would draw more details of the Holy Kingdom from the Apostolic Palace of the Grand Duchy of Alsar."
"Right."
That's tough. All the nobles and lords.
"But I am very concerned about the departure of the King of the Holy King, I can't tell you anything because I don't know the details yet."
Lifia pulled in a grin and said, looking serious.
"Hospital government..."
Rifia didn't miss hearing the whining Ishur said in a small voice.
"What is it? What is it?"
"Oh, I mean, I guess Bionato is trying to leave his own political power in court even when he retires. I'm not old yet. If you want to put the king on a separate table and move informally behind you, there are many things you can do without being constrained by the Cathedral Church. Though I think there are many instances in which one's own kingship would make one's own wishes king among the stones, and put the peace of the king's reign on him."
"I see. That is certainly the way to inherit the throne, something that many countries have preceded"
Refia puts her hand on her chin again and thinks.
"But Rumando's letter does not say who Bionato decided the next king to be, in that regard"
Rumando, Rumando Blanc is the name of a family order of the Borderline Uncle family that has written to Refia. At the end of the writing there is his/her fame.
It's the most important piece of information, but it's not written, which means we haven't got that information yet.
"Guidance, you haven't decided yet, have you? The king of the holy kingdom."
"Hmm. It may be his ambition to let the two princes compete while his powers are still sufficient"
"If you make a mistake, it will be a civil unrest? The battle begins in the Holy City."
"This means that Bionato has full control of the Knights of the Diocese and the Mages of the Court. Then the political power of the two princes, court work, will be at the center."
"Majority work, right? You mean it's better to gather more nobles and officials into your faction and win? What about the Cathedral Church? Is it still something to intervene in?"
"No, that's one step ahead of civil unrest, there won't be any intervention if we don't get into a situation like this. Sometimes when you do that, it can leave its roots behind. There will be precedents, and the Church will be fully aware of that"
So Lifia twisted her neck.
"I just feel like I still have something behind me..."
"Hmm?"
"No, that's okay. Nothing."
Lifia stared at Ishl with her quietly colored blue eyes and shook her neck to the side.
"Answer my question. If you're lying to me, I won't be sorry."
After dinner that day, Ishur took the son of the village chief present to the edge of the mansion's illuminated corridor, where he began his interrogation.
He surrounded the village chief's son with a wall of magic, lifting him into the air and oppressing him. He couldn't even move in the hollow, he greased sweat on his forehead, paling his face and tending to tremble.
At a dinner with Rifia, the village chief and the village chief's wife, Ishur ate a dish served with strange tricks that no one had ever seen, very unlike a bounty hunter.
There are many simmering and soup dishes on the continent. I usually eat that using a spoon and two strands of fork. A knife with a wooden pattern may be attached when the meat or fish is the main part.
Ishur stretched his spine, silently shrugged the soup, cut the meat apart, carried it to his mouth and chewed it. Naturally, Ishur is not familiar with the etiquette of royalty and nobility in detail. In short, he came to the village chief's house for dinner in such a way that he ate course dishes in his altered seat in a previous life's Western diet.
It was all a performance directed at the eldest son of a village chief sitting across from Ishur.
The village chief's son showed intense agitation knowing Ishur would be present, but he was shown Ishur's eating in front of him, and his eyes opened flashly to further darken the colour of the agitation.
"(a) No, Alec. Where does it come from? … I feel very sophisticated."
Rifia sitting next to him was also suprised, and I almost said Ishur by accident, turning my body to him and asking him. Both the village chief and the village chief's wife looked at Ishur with a slightly surprising look on her face.
As for Ishur, he just showed as much of the contemporary Japanese tricks of his previous life as he could have previously pointed out to many people, including Melilla.
"More than that, Mr. Refia. The man of the village chief wants to talk to you."
Ishur said with a sharp gaze at the village chief's son.
It rang with agility, in an emotionless and cold tone that even the officials entering and leaving Wang Du's palace in a bustling manner would not speak of.
"Oh, yes, no..."
The village chief's son blued his face so much that he shuddered blindly.
"Hmm? I wonder what happened. Are you sick?"
Lifia, who knows nothing, beckons the village chief's son.
"Yahim, what's wrong?
The village chief's wife speaks to her son. Yahim is his name.
Yahim tends his teeth, unable to answer.
Ishur kicked the village chief's son's foot from under his desk.
Look, tell me quickly. Show Rifia how ticklish you are.
If you wanted me to kill the young people in the village...
Ishur was adamant at that one point and had raised his anger.
"You set up the village men in that room to fit me in, didn't you?
The dinner party then opened early due to Yahim's malaise.
Ishur and his wife took their eyes off Yahim, caught Rifia and followed a gap that began to stand at the side of the table, pretending to embrace the fluttering Yahim, and brought him into the darkness of an uninspiring hallway.
Yahim desperately flung his blue-white face aside over and over again. His feet are floating in the universe.
Ishur reinforced the oppression of the walls of the magical wind.
"Hih."
Yahim groans small.
"No? You set this up, didn't you? I told you I wouldn't be sorry if I lied to you, right?
"Ha, ha, yay, I did..."
Now Yahim desperately swept his neck vertically again and again. The exhaling breath is rough.
Now it's like I'm forcing you to say it.
Ishur erased the wind wall. Yahim slips down with his back open against the wall. Did you lose your hips? I sat straight down in the hallway.
Ishur grabbed Yahim's hair and turned up Yahim's face, which was hanging and drooling his head firmly.
I glance at those big, open, frightened eyes.
"So you let them kill me, let me escape, and you tried to completely separate the princess from me, right?
Ishur rather erased the colour of anger from his face and waited for Yahim's eyes to capture Ishur's face firmly before saying:
"Chi, no... just trying to punish you"
Was it just a trick, like jealousy? Or did you do it worried that the son of the Borderline Uncle would have a bad bug?
If you're just trying to punish me, it's just a trick.
"You used the lives of those in the same village for Dashi. You didn't mind me killing those guys, did you?
"Chi, Ichimizu!
The village chief's son has protested with desperate shapes.
"Don't bite."
Ishur laughed spirally.
"I could have killed all of those people in the dirt in no time if I cared about that. I was sitting nearby with the Red Emperor Dragon and the Fire Dragon coming at me all the time? You'll see what kind of bounty hunters are out there. You know what it's like to use young people from an amateur village against someone like that?
Ishur said with a serious face.
"Even though they're from the same village. Weren't your childhood friends there? Are those people's lives that cheap for you?
A dark shadow falls on the face of the village chief's son.
You still have a lot of things I've lost. Once you lose it, it's something you'll never come back to.
Ishur took his hand off Yahim.
You know, your house and the end of this village are in danger.
Ishur turned his back from Yahim, who entered the hallway, and walked down the dark hallway.
A slightly murmuring noise on the floor. You're still bickering from the bright side in the back, and I can hear the lifias talking in a small leak.
I narrowed it down and made it inconspicuous, but Refia might have noticed that I used magic.
But I don't care about that.
And Ishl was a flutter,
"Don't tell anyone about this. It's better for you. It's for the village."
And threatened the village chief's son.
And the next day.
Why am I in the same place as yesterday again... What cause is this?
Ishur, like yesterday, was in the dirt behind the village chief's house called upon by the youths of the village of Zora.
In front of him stands a man who grows a moustache and burns in the day. A soldier-skinned man with a glistening cheekbone on his jaw. He is dressed in silver with dull glowing armor and dripping a blue cape. On his left chest emerged the crest of the Borderline House.
After that diagonal stands a youngster in thin, dirty, irregular leather armor who is a squire?
said the man in silver armor.
"My name is Karel Vist. You're Alec, aren't you?
Wild, burning voices on the battlefield and in coaching.
"Thank you so much for rescuing me, Lifia. I will tell you about you directly to my Lord and from me."
When the man waved one hand long enough, a servant who had refrained behind him offered Ishl a large cloth bag.
"Let's get straight to it. Lifia seems to be forgiving a lot to you. As you can see, that's a little bad for you as home. [M] This is gratuity. I'm sorry, but could you stop breaking up with us and going to Alva? If you want the prize of my Lord, I want you to come to Alva at a later date. I swear to the Lord I will take it."
There is absolutely no wind to insult or be proud of a man Ishl. The man has said to Ishur in a sincere manner, walk away now, disappear from the front of Rifia.
I see, here it comes.
The man was Deputy Commander of the Second Knights of the Borderline Bojia, and Head of the rear unit left in Fugo.
Earlier that morning, a hint of the remnants of the Crusaders returning from Fugo arrived at the village of Zola, a horseman.
The remaining units will arrive in the village of Zola by noon.
Rifia ordered the village chief to prepare for lunch behaving to the soldiers of the troops with the supply of water, salt and other supplies, and with the outpouring of the villagers.
A small and large pot was arranged in front of the gate of the village chief's house, and soup and other juices began to be cooked. Looks like it's cooking itself. These were probably made to be implemented instead, for example, by Rifia arbitrarily relieving Zola Village of its duties. Or maybe it was arranged for a long time in this battle. I have a meeting with the village chief the day before yesterday, and I think that's what he said.
After a brief pause in Zola, the residual troops returning from Fugo are scheduled to advance towards Alva in the afternoon, camp tonight on the nearby riverside and elsewhere, and arrive in Alva in the morning of the third day.
Ishur walked away from the village chief's house in the direction of Alva along the street, and took the watch of those heading to Alva, bringing it to the trunk of a tree that grew beside the road, where he sometimes relaxed except to glance at the front and back of the street.
But it was not long before Lifia, who was looking for Ishur, found him and brought him back to the village chief's house.
Rifia has teased Ishl, reluctantly, of her right arm.
"I'd like you to meet the commander of the Heavy Squad. He's deputy head of our Second Knights."
Refia's cheeks are a little red.
"Yeah? No. You said you didn't want to stand out too much."
"How about that? Because you are the benefactor of my life."
Strength enters Lifia's teasing arms.
Troops haven't arrived yet.
Lifia would have jeopardized Ishur's concealment and escape at that time.
"Your soul and guts are on the lookout. Bad times, Ishr."
I have a rare, mean grin on Refia.
She moved ahead after reading Ishur's soul and gall, and came to restrain Ishur.
"Oh, I just remembered an errand!
"It's... it's..."
Rifia pulls Ishl around.
"Hehe."
Sounds kind of fun to Refia. A grin was spilling out of her face.
As the village chief's house and the villagers gathering before it approached, Ishur was forced to pull his own arm out of her arm, which he was teasing.
Rifia pisses my eyes off and stares at Ishr.
"You're embarrassed in public."
When Ishur said so, Rifia turned a stiff face and boiled her face bright red with that expression.
Just a little notice, princess.
Ishur glanced at such a lifia as much as he could.
But Lifia didn't snap. Did she reopen it, threaten Ishur with "I'll hold hands again when you get away from me," etc., and in the end, let Ishur refrain on the side until the Heavy Squad arrived, and not let him go.
Heavy forces arrived in the village of Zola around noon as planned.
From Kusim side of the street, there were about ten horseback rides from among the trees that grew beside the road, and a flag of the Borderline House appeared in the sky, followed by about twenty pedestrians.
The infantry was followed by an extended convoy of nearly twenty large military carriages, with a few horseback rides and about ten foot soldiers on the Shinkansen. The troops had a cool number of other unarmed people, all in empty carriages. They were hired for chores, etc. in this battle, possibly by the general public.
When the head of the troops came to the gate of the village chief's house, all the horseman disembarked and killed in front of Rifia, who was out alone in front of the gate. It was a great momentum. They all knelt in front of her, lowered their heads with their left hands against their chests, and began to cry, whoa, raising their voices to a male cry. There were also those kneeling and crying at the rear foot soldiers, spear soldiers.
After a while, one of the knights who was kneeling closest to Rifia rose and began to stand and talk with Rifia. The knight was a middle-aged, musculoskeletal man, quite prestigious and presumably commander of this unit.
Ishur, fortunately, turned around to hide himself behind the village chiefs who were lined up beside him.
But that crying of the big men. It seems that Refia has been admired from all around her for a long time. I don't know what happened to the troops in the battle with the Red Emperor Dragon, and around putting out an object and confirming the total annihilation of the troops, would it feel like the letter that Rifia sent out from Zola was delivered? Little, no big light lit in despair. It is true that for them reunion with Rifia will be a matter of great gratitude.
He with bright and bright beauty, clear brains, and royal blood with arrows of martial arts. It's only natural that she should be idolized from all around her.
The rest of the knights also rose, and the footmen who were behind them gathered to surround Lifia. Then he scratched the soldiers, and three unusual dressed men appeared. Those three were still young women. He wraps a sword band around his maid's clothes, hangs his sword, and weaves a brown cape.
And they pushed the knights without any hesitation, and came before Riffia, and fell to their knees, and began to weep hard again. Lifia also fell back on the women, holding their shoulders and comforting them.
The armed maids would have accompanied them all the way to Fugo to take care of Rifia's surroundings. It wasn't just the men who were raising Rifia up to God.
Rather, the girls tomorrow are more intense and blind, aren't they?... I might say it's counterproductive in a way.
And so forth, and as Ishur turned his distracted gaze to those far after tomorrow, he heard Rifia calling Ishur.
"--On the summit of the mountain across from Kusim Silver Mountain, it was this Alec who helped me unconscious. And then, as I wrote in my letter,"
"Ha."
A man supposedly commanding a heavy unit bows his head to Rifia and replies in a temperamental tone.
"Alec, you don't have to kneel forever. Don't suffer. Stand up and pull closer."
Come on, that's enough. I can stay on my knees.
When Ishur was called to Rifia, he bowed his face and proceeded to her oblique back in quick motion, kneeling. I didn't want to stand out, Isul, but I can't even say no on this kind of occasion.
And now it was her turn. Lifia has told Ishul to stand up and show his face firmly to those around him.
Ishur stood up silently. Around us are the knights, the maids, headed by a man who seems to be the commander. They all stare at Ishur.
So suddenly, Ishur grabbed his right elbow and was pulled to the side of the rifia.
It was Rifia herself who took Ishur's elbow.
Knights and soldiers who do not hide surprising colors from commanders drifting in suspicious colors. Maids coming at blatant intent to kill.
Rifia is the only one in a very good mood.
Are you trying to fool me with this? Or is it natural? What a horrible thing to do in a place like this to grab my elbow and attract me anyway.
Especially the eyes of maid girls. That's too much......
"My name is Alec. Later, get to know each other."
Ishur did not see anyone's face, did not see each other's eyes, and fixed his gaze far away to meet him hard.
There was one set up by the village chief's eldest son. At this time, I was anxious that the maid girls, coming with a vicious glance at me, might do something similar.
But the prediction was wrong.
After Rifia introduced Ishur to the people of the Borderline Uncle, the Heavy Squad was to take a small pause in the village of Zora, where warm soups, bread, etc. prepared by the village were behaved by the soldiers.
Lifia grabbed the maids and was taken to the village chief's house, saying, "Give me a summons," "Take a bath of water," "I'll rinse your hair," etc.
Ishur broke out of the crowds along the streets overflowing with villagers and soldiers, circled behind the village chief's mansion to convey the shadows of the houses, and headed towards the mountains. Appropriately at a distance, he ascended from the shadows of the growing trees to the sky.
Upon ascending from a crowd gathered in the streets to an invisible height, Ishur concentrated his consciousness and "reached" into that area, dividing the magical walls of the wind into fine columns, "unloading" from above, all over his sight, including fields, meadows and miscellaneous woods on both sides, centered on the southwesterly direction of the streets and the roads on the Alva side.
Nearly ten miles (scar, about six to seven hundred m) away, in a range about a mile wide on either side of the street, countless magical columns of fine wind pierced or stood up. The magic of the wind's magical pillars is diminishing and weakening as we expand into the wide area.
Ishur felt a slight blunt pain in the back of his head, a feeling of compression that could hold him in his chest for a moment.
That's okay. That's still acceptable.
What would happen if we made the countless columns of wind magic that stood on this earth more powerful? Even if hard metals, rocks, etc. are not possible, many things will be poked, crushed, or chopped. Besides, this doesn't pass the magic of others......
No, not now. Focus your consciousness on the myriad columns of wind magic that have unfolded ahead of your sight, no one there to hit or pass through.
Ishur was trying to find out whether the shadow worker of the Borderline Uncle family was disputed by the troops who returned from Fugo, or whether the person knew Ishur's face and realized who he was, and would not head to Arva to inform Borderline Uncle.
Because of the forceful introduction that does not consider Lifia's identity difference, most of the heavy squad remembered her face. If there's a shadow worker in the Borderline House who knows Ishur, he'll take immediate action. And we don't know if that person is going through the streets to Alva. If the man is a hunter, if he acts during the day, will he avoid the streets and try to move to the woods and to the sermons of the servants?
Sometimes if you have a powerful magic device, you may be noticed, but that is not a four-fifths situation.
Ishur offered his right arm forward, his palms extended with his fingers down.
A feeling transmitted from the magical pillars of countless winds.
It protrudes or stretches out of the other world and leads to the fingertips, no, to the outer edge of consciousness. The myriad projections I've experienced before, the feeling of touching something too complex, rests in my heart.
... None. No one moves badly.
A slight wind that rocks the edge of your heart, things.
Few small animals move around because of the season. Warcraft and all that.
When Ishur unraveled the magic, he went down to the ground and returned to the village chief's house.
I'm tired of exercising this magic for a long time. Will you call the Spirit later? Nayarlushk, who sent you out to Marya, will already be back in the spirit world. I don't suppose that would be the case if we had a contract, but even the recalled Spirit would no longer be able to feel its presence if it had stayed far away. I can barely do anything like far-sighted either. When we started fighting the Red Emperor Dragon, it was time for Carlitos to get there because of his strong magic and what he found out from a fairly distant distance that he was approaching! I have had experience receiving unclear, wordless news that means something like that, but that should be considered exceptional.
Even if we recall the Spirit, depending on the content of the order we give, we can no longer confirm whether the Spirit has been able to accomplish this order, whether the Spirit is still in the world of men, or whether he has returned to the world of spirits. After all, a “covenant” that becomes more connected to the Spirit is important.
It was when Ishur turned from the back of the village chief's house to the side of the street in an attempt to return to the table where the troops and villagers were gathered.
Directly across the street, a slight young man in thin, dirty leather armor stood alone.
I'm back, Alec.
The young man said with an understated grin.
"I am a servant of the Borderline House. He wants to talk to Alec."
The young man pointed to a place behind the village chief's mansion.
"The Lord awaits you there."
That was the room called in yesterday by the young people of the village.
Well, what's wrong with this......
As always, the middle-aged man standing in front of him, the deputy head of the Knights of the Borderline Uncle, looks at this one with a serious eye.
Does this man know that I am in Ishur, in the village of Bersch, trying to kill Uncle Borderline, just like Brigal?
No, if I did, I wouldn't be doing this.
For example, they will protrude the horseback riding squad, arrive at night earlier than the scheduled arrival date, first securely securing Lifia's stature in secret, and just send it to Alva. Then I surround the village chief's house and set fire to the whole house, burning myself asleep.
If you know who I am, this man is a Knights executive. That's about all I'll do.
And this guy's way of doing it. That's just a good adult I'm used to, not like the kids from yesterday. What a tough opponent it is to be insulting to me when you don't even get dust out of it.
……
But you're in trouble.
In the meantime, Ishur disguised herself as the wind she was conceiving, drinking or not drinking the Vice Chairman's proposal.
This man's suggestion. That doesn't just mean that it crushes the most important of these guests, so to speak, being able to get inside Alva Castle. The problem is that later I also tried to take over the award of Uncle Borderline, that is, the letter of recommendation of the clerk, which also eliminates this reason for rejecting the proposal.
I suppose this vice president is also simply thinking about removing the bad bugs from the princess, eliminating in advance anything that could damage Lifia's reputation returning to Alva, and trying not to have to resent it internally behind her back.
So this one's retreat has been beautifully sealed.
Is there any good reason to say no?
"Alec! Where!
When Ishur is troubled, he hears Rifia calling from outside the room.
With another stupid big voice.
"Ugh..."
I get upset that the deputy commander is not good, etc.
Refia approaches this room.
Thanks...... Let's be honest with her.
Ishur deliberately activated the magic of the wind so that Rifia could know this place.
A whirlpool of wind rises directly above Ishur, over the mansion. There was a slight roaring noise from the roof.
"Right here!
The door to the room was opened and Refia showed up.
Ishur stayed between them and knelt on the spot.
"Oh, Alec......, yeah? Karel, why are you here?"
Lifia turned her suspicious eyes to the deputy commander, and her gaze moved into the gold-packed cloth bag in the hands of her squire.
"Karel Visto! What does this mean"
It's about the rifia around my head. He just happened to understand the situation on this occasion.
"Please wait! Your son."
Ishur raised his voice there.
"I really need to tell the princess something right away. Before me, I'm afraid."
So Ishur raised his face and stared into Lifia's eyes.
"Can you give us some time to talk confidentially?"
"First, why were you looking for me?"
Ishur became alone with Rifia between the same soil.
Lifia accepted Ishur's words and told the deputy commanders to take their seats off, giving priority to Ishur and those who spoke alone.
Lifia's eyes lit red and her face swept slightly to the side.
A glorious magic brilliance rises from the rifia. I'm exploring the signs of one of the people around me.
There's no one nearby.
Ishur is fine, too, so I let Rifia snort.
"... I just felt the unusual magic in the south of the village. I thought you did something."
Lifia turned her face to Ishur again as she extinguished the red light from his eyes.
"Right. I just wanted to give it a try. It's no big deal."
"Really?
Ishur said with a grin to suspicious rifia.
"Did you get your maids cleaned up? I've never seen a rifia so beautiful. Your silver-haired glow is like the light of countless stars gathering and dancing at night."
The interior is dim. All the slightest light in the room seemed to gather on her.
"Oh, no, no..."
Refia's face stained bright red, her eyes swimming. From her face, there was such a momentum with hot air.
"I know you're trying to deceive me."
Well, it was certainly a shitty bard-like dialogue. I tried to deceive you, but I guess it didn't work out too deliberately. It was the defeat that had the evil idea that we should make fun of him.
But the fact that she's beautiful doesn't change. I can't change.
"That's right, stop scolding the deputy commander so hard. That one's doing it for you."
Ishur got down to business.
I don't want you to make a mess inside the Borderline House because I'm tangled up.
"Wow, I know... But what about Ishur? It hurt your pride."
Refia's still lit up, she looks happy. I'm upset.
"I don't care about that. Anyway, the more."
"I have no choice. I'll do you a favor."
Refia turns that way, trying to confuse something, only the dialogue comes down to something strong.
"More than that."
Ishur said with a slightly more serious look.
This is what I wanted to say the most.
"I'm glad you got me up and met me as a guest, but that's a little too much"
Speak with caution so as not to irritate the refia.
Rifia has turned her face to Ishl.
"The vice president is a bounty hunter you may not be good at, and he's done that for fear of having bad bugs. Be a little more careful in public. I'm just a bounty hunter. I want you to treat me more like someone else in public. Otherwise, even after we get to Alva, I'll keep getting the same eye. The ministers in your house could make a scene."
Refia is not only an idol of some of the inhabitants, it is also an idol of the Borderline House. Something like what the young people of this village did yesterday in this room could happen in the castle. The vice president may have anticipated that as well.
"That's..., okay. There was not enough consideration for me. Apologize if Ishur fits the hard eye because of me. I'm sorry."
The look on Rifia's face also became serious. But he is gripping his lips and seems a little uncomfortable.
"But Ishur... I..."
Refia leaned down slightly and took her gaze off Ishl.
For a while as it was, she stood silently on the spot and seemed to be thinking of something. No, he also seemed to be indulging in something.
Just a few moments, silence comes in the bleak murderous soil.
And all of a sudden, Lifia looked up.
"But... I am!
There was a strong, fierce, blinking splendor in his eyes that had never happened before.
Ishur accidentally rang his throat.
Refia approaches Ishl.
My hand reaches out and my fingertips touch Ishl's chest.
Lifia's face approaches.
Rifia has solidified her resolve, perhaps. At a time like this, in a place like this.
Ishur put his hand on her shoulder as he stared at her.
Very gently. Like loving her, gently.
But there was a will to reject her, cleverly hidden.
She doesn't realize that. Her movements stopped.
Zhu gives to Lifia's cheek, which was rather pale and pale.
That's when Ishur suddenly remembered the first time he saw Refia.
Side of Rifia riding down the streets of Fugo in foggy rain. The same grief I felt at that time struck Ishur.
"I..."
Right. Since then, I...
I thought at that time I just felt sad about the desperate fate of her, the girl in front of me.
I thought I stepped on it.
... I'm stupid.
I thought it would be the quickest and surest way to get close to Refia to take revenge by killing Uncle Borderline. That is not a mistake. This one doesn't know Borderline Uncle Humid. There is no connection between the city of Alva and the castle. Over time, we must be in a position to blend into the city of Alva and naturally hear the rumors of the city in our daily lives. It is dangerous to listen in the pleasure zone. If I can, I want to find an informer like Tuaf. That's how you get to know the appearance and behavior of Borderline Uncle Leavert Behm himself. That is not the case with the opportunity for the great nobility to show its face before the common people.
In order to enter the castle and examine it, the shadow worker of the Borderline Uncle must not know the placement in the castle, but identify the bedroom and office room of the Borderline Uncle. If he/she does not know his/her body, he/she will have further difficulties. Capturing and listening to servants in the castle is too dangerous. Not to mention if you can stand up for shadow fighters or something. Wouldn't you rest all the time?
So if you found Refia on that battlefield trail in Fugo and had a chance to get into her and meet Uncle Borderline in person in front of you, it's only natural to jump at it. Even if you deceive Refia, even if it's going to hurt her.
I thought so. I just thought so, I should have.
But there was already another reason in my mind.
What the hell was I doing...
But I can't stop.
Moments, Melilla's face floats behind her brain.
When I think of Melilla, it's always her sad face. When I left the village of Bersch.
Am I about to make the same mistake again and again?
... No. Lifia won't be Melilla.
I know that.
But I'm still stupid.
"Mr. Refia."
"Dear Lifia!
When Ishur tried to put a sad smile on Rifia, he was near and far away and heard the maids accompanying him calling Rifia.
Their signs are approaching.
"It's time to leave."
Lifia smiled embarrassingly and has looked up to Ishl.