Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

Day two after I left Zola.

Ishur is now in the carriage of an empty carriage. Standing on his knees, holding both knees in his arms and sitting tight. The vibrations around the wheels of the crane and luggage are constantly cracking.

A glimpse of the side shows the maids with rifia across the street, their three daughters, sitting in the same outfit as Ishur.

The three daughters are from the far right towards Marika, Radmila and Yoana. Marika and Radmila are a little lady about twenty years old, is Joana still an apprentice or about three or four years younger than Ishl, and it feels like she still has a little childish toddler left.

The older two draw the slender long sword off the sword belt to their knees, and the younger Joana is sitting as it should be from the sword belt because it was the dagger that was hanging. The older two, Marika and Radmila, seem to have some knowledge of the sword from the sword in their possession and its material waist.

All three of them have broken a lot against Ishur in the last day and a half or so. On departure, when Rifia ordered him to get in the same carriage as the maids, Ishur feared what would happen next, but it was at first that he was turned to a gaze full of hatred and aversion that seemed to see his parents' revenge, and although the air drifting with each other was also tense and sinister, he unexpectedly succeeded in unraveling their hostility quickly and unexpectedly.

It may have been a good thing that they took the same carriage, approached Isul's expression, tricks and mouth up close, and, although Isul was not just a rough guy when it came to being a bounty hunter, and although few of the bounty hunters and hunters were from the fallen aristocrats and bankrupt rich merchants' houses they sometimes saw, that they took the liberty of figuring out and, above all, that Refia gave up putting Isul on the side of the maids' carriage, eliminated contact with her leading the queue.

The decisive thing was that in the evening, when it became the first day of camp of departure by the tributary of the River Baenels, Ishur, who got off the carrier as soon as possible, reached out to Joana, the youngest, and unloaded him.

At first, Joana did not try to take Ishur's hand out of the hostility, mistrust and embarrassment that still remained with her, but smiled at Ishur and said, "Come on, because you have nothing to fear. Take your hand? When he was urged, he took Ishur's hand and deposited his body.

There is no particular ladyfirst-like custom in the countries of the continent, including the kingdom. When everyone glances at a pregnant woman or old man who cares, it's about his lover, his wife, and his mother that a man cares about a woman. If you're a strange woman, you don't talk casually before you care.

So whether he was young and his child-faced appearance was good or because he seemed to grow up well, there was nothing suspicious about touching them directly, and Ishur's behavior was received by them as a carefree and compassionate act.

In the end, the elderly Marika and Radmila also got off the carrier with Ishur's hand.

Both the meal and the bedtime put no to Refia through them, along with the inhabitants who were equally in the carriage. Nearly half of them were residents of Fugo, not hired by the Border Bell Army, but were allowed to offer to accompany the deputy commander to leave for Alva.

Since we left Zola, we have no longer had contact with Refia, and it was quite convenient for Ishur to break it down with the maids who were wary of taking any drastic action.

Lifia, on the other hand, was causing dissatisfaction, and he was in a very bad mood, and from that time, surrounded by the knights, something like killing had begun to mix with the glances that were coming towards Hiraki and Ishur, but Ishur dared to ignore it.

Yeah, it's dangerous when you see each other. I don't know what kind of thing to wear.

Refia in that state said, "You come beside me on a horse. Let me hear something funny," he said, asking others to treat him like he was behaving, and he could be fine and rebellious.

Although it is a disaster for those around her to get Rifia annoyed, it is probably positive for her. The knights who escort her are in such a mood to deal with the princess, and you won't have to worry about it here.

More than that, we have to avoid being alone with her again in some situation and feeling that moist and heavy and sweet. I'm not sure I can resist that next time.

Me and Lifia should avoid any further distance between us. Otherwise, will the tragedy that awaits after this become greater? Especially for Refia...... It may be too late, it may be pointless to avoid her now.

I am certain that what I told her at the summit of Kusim, her mission to rebuild Kusim Silver Mountain and make amends to the war dead and their bereaved families, has even become hers today. I guess that's even what makes her seem to have gotten back on her feet as soon as possible, having fallen into despair in Kusim's defeat. Even after I've avenged her, if that's the goal of her life. I just have to pray for that.

Suppose I even became hers myself because her brightness was with me.

That's over-consciousness, it's called thoughts, but what if that's the truth?

Isn't that imagination fear itself? Thinking that way is too scary for me right now.

The carriage of the Ishurs is right behind the ten-round horseback squad that goes to the head of the train. I guess that's a reasonable procedure because there are maids on board who take care of Rifia.

Looking forward, he caught a glimpse of the long silver hair of Refia leading over the shoulder of his lord, slightly brilliant, ahead of him, where a line of horseback riding continued.

Prior to his departure, Ishur was grabbed by the deputy commander, then alone with Rifia, and had no shadow worker to contact Uncle Borderline, or time to recall the Spirit to monitor him. Eventually, in the camp on the first day of his departure, he stepped into the nearby grove after dinner and called the Spirit in the invisible.

…… This evening. "

Ishur lost his word for a moment when he saw the spirit he had recalled, and struggled to fix his expression.

Around, the trees thrive, and the moon and the light of the stars do not reach it, and it is dark. In the midst of the trees, the coming of Ishur hears slightly the whining of the soldiers who are camping.

It won't be anything to her like the darkness in the woods at night. You can see my face clearly.

"This must be fate. Cute, cute sword."

Before Ishur, the Spirit floats in a white and radiant translucent appearance. Nayarlushk has turned a snug gaze.

Ha. There was a lifia grudge. What the hell is wrong with you, such as gaze?

Ishur was ready, smiled lusciously, and spoke to a spiritual who was in a very good mood.

"How come again?

"I thought it was time to go home, so I called you."

Nayal leaned her neck slightly and chuckled.

"Oh, hey, hey, from"

It's getting rough. I tremble unexpectedly.

... Anyway, wouldn't that be a little strange? Wouldn't the day be right?

It's been a few days since I recalled her. The Spirit wouldn't take a day from Zola to Fugo. Once through the Spirit Realm, it's like warping if you can do anything. Then it would be a moment. Well, I guess I can't do that because I've been recalled to this side once.

"The letter you asked for, could you give it to Marya?

"Sure. We've been talking a lot, so I just talked to you a little bit."

"What? Isn't the Spirit incapable of communicating his will in human language, except for those who have recalled him or those who have made a covenant?

"Right. But whoever comes down to the world of men at his will can talk to anyone if he wants to. If you are as spiritual as I am, even if you have been summoned."

Hmm. Although not foxes or foxes, there have long been numerous stories of spirits who transform or prank humans. In that story, people and spirits talk a lot. If you can't talk to people, there are only a few ways to convert them, and it won't be boring to them either. And Nayal said that he would not be affected by the constraints imposed by the recall. High spirits can communicate with other human beings than the Summoners.

"I see. So what did she say?

When Ishur asked the question, Nayarlushk narrowed his eyes and said, making a grin.

"Ishur said he was okay or not injured. I was so worried about that."

"Really..."

"I was a little upset when I finished reading your letter. They told me where you are now."

Whew.

"Of course I didn't tell you that."

Good.

"And he asked me to tell him to go back to Fugo immediately."

She said with an extra look.

"I said no to that, too. Do you do me a favor every time? What?"

That's pathetic for Marya too.

But now, Marya, your message has reached me. I'm not going back.

"That helped. But she wasn't afraid to say that?

"It's okay. I meant to be nice to you."

Nayal said, turning away.

Is it true?

"That's right, didn't it take you a long time to give Marya my letter? I can't believe you were still in this world."

"Oh, I gave it to you a little after nightfall."

Nayal has said, blocking Ishur.

"Hmm? Then what were you doing?

"It's"

The Spirit said, erasing the demonic colour from the grin.

"I was there to see that busty Fire Dragon and where you fought."

I see. A busy Fire Dragon, huh? Someone said the same thing.

"I went out of my way to see it, Nayal?

"Right. … Now it's time to get down to business"

Nayarlushk has gone out of the way. It's not like her, it's a serious, hard tone.

Why she has gone all the way to Kusim and gone out of the way......

What does it have to do with Jerez, the Lord God, who appeared then?

Nayal is also the Great Spirit, I suppose, as can be called. I serve near Yveda's side, because he said so.

Because the Red Emperor Dragon had the magic of fire. Because he used the magic of the Fire God's kingdom, so he who possessed the magic of God fought.

Is that all the presence of the Great Spirit going out of his way to see it on the ground, even though it has been recalled and descended into the human world? And after the fight. And if it has nothing to do with the emergence of Jerez, ask Carlitos over there and you'll find out.

"... here we go. Only later."

She turned up her grin.

If you want to get out of the way, why did you tell me that you went to Kusim?

"What do you want me to do now? Boy."

Nayal's voice goes low.

Her grin was horrible, with no colour or other fine dust.

After discussion and consideration with Nayal, it was decided to monitor the shadow-workers on their way to Alva for two nights, returning to Alva the streets and surroundings between the heavy forces and in front of Alva. If anyone was suspicious, Nayal was to be guided in the opposite direction with the magic of stray, that is, towards Kusim and Fugo, for a few days. This was because neither Ishul nor Nayal could determine that the suspicious man was the hand of Uncle Borderline, so it was only suspicious, so it was not a good idea to end it.

We narrowed the time for surveillance down into the night because during the day we would also go to merchants with street escorts, local residents, parties of hunters heading to Fugo, etc., so that we could not involve wholly irrelevant people, and when we get lost in the way to them, it could become a big problem within the border berm territory, Ishur thought.

In other words, if the hands of a borderline uncle were acting during the day in disguise as a local peasant or merchant, it would spill out of the hands of Ishur's surveillance.

It is not something Ishur can do alone, such as by day or night, or by capturing and questioning the suspicious. It was originally an organization, and there was really a limit to what a professional could do on his own. While traveling to Alva and while Borderline Uncle returns from Nostal, there is no way that he can sleep and keep watching at night, and neither Ishur nor Nayal has a way to make sure that this guy is the hand of Borderline Uncle.

Nayarlushku said, "Another small-timer. Plenty next time, because you will follow my errands," Ishur dropped his shoulder without strength after leaving a terrible throwaway dialogue and disappearing into the darkness of the night.

I have no choice. There are things I can't do alone.

With Refia. Trouble in the village of Zola, for the slaughter of Borderline Burger.

There were many things Ishur could not do without gaining the power of the magic fixture of the wind, fighting the Red Emperor Dragon, touching the appearance of the gods, and accumulating experience in using magic.

Tomorrow, the last night we arrived in Alva, there was a little commotion.

After dinner when a creek was camped near along the street, a group of less than ten horseback riders attempted to pass through the street in front of them, stopped by soldiers watching the Heavy Squad.

Multiple horse hissing, disturbed hoof sounds. Nervous shouts are coming and going, and the knights of the Borderline House are beginning to gather towards the streets.

"I wonder if something's happened"

A young man who was on fire with Isul stood up and said: The man's wife sitting next to him is also pointing an anxious face at the street.

They were a young couple trying to make a living in Alva, and were the inhabitants of Fugo who were asked to accompany the Heavy Forces. Ishur had become acquainted with them in the last two days or so, surrounding the burning fire and having dinner handed out by heavy units.

At that time, Ishr and his men were in the field a little deeper from along the streets where several tents of the Heavy Squad were erected.

"What is it?"

Ishur also rose and approached the side of the street, trying to stay a little away from the burning lights.

That leg stops. Rifia showed up from one of the tents. Walk early enough to those where people are gathering and making noise. When the deputy commander came back from the crowd of men to talk to Rifia about something, they both went inside the group.

After a while, people began to scatter from that group, and at the end of the day, Rifia and the black-clad man turned to each other, and around the two, a little further from the Rifia side, the deputy commander, and the black-clad also wore robes to those after a little further away, and there were only two of them who unloaded their hoods.

The flames and flashes of bonfires torched by the tents and along the streets are making their appearance rise to wave out of the darkness.

A black-crushed man who was standing talkin 'to Rifia turned his face toward Ishl on the sieve. Its face rises in the darkness at night.

Ishur looked into his eyes. When the man met the Grand Duke in Frontera, he was the man, Domil Fullsiek, the black crumbed demon guide who was on the Grand Duke's escort.

Ishur moved further away from the lights of the burning fire and breathed in the darkness.

The Archduke's messenger? To Rifia? Or are you about to head to Fugo?

Probably going to Fugo, Kusim. If you need help with Rifia or the Borderline House, you should stay in Alva. Or do I have to let her know as soon as possible, could I do something urgent?

The two continued to talk about something for a while on the spot, and eventually when black-crushed Domil Fullsiek turned his back, surprisingly, Rifia knelt down more towards him.

Domil walks toward his horse.

Definitely. Domill is the Grand Duke's, or the royal messenger's, no, moving by order.

Ishur returned to the burning fire.

"Is something wrong?"

My husband spoke more as Ishur lowered his back before the burning.

"Come on, Liphia, because you were kneeling down to greet the black man, those horseback riders are royal messengers or something."

"Really? Did something happen at Kusim's again? The Red Emperor dragon lost to the princess and the royal magician and fled to the back of the mountain."

The man turned to his wife and said.

"I'm worried."

"... Yep"

They are frightened that the Red Emperor Dragon may have returned again.

"The Red Emperor Dragon seems to have been in a lot of pain, so it won't be long."

Ishur muttered like he was talking to himself as he reassured the two of them.

"I think we're going to Kusim to test for the battle. Those people."

Ishur then told the two that from now on, in the reconstruction of Kusim Silver Mountain, there will be gold and one gathering in Kusim and Fugo and the economy will be better, so maybe we can look at the period and pull it out of Alva early, etc.

"You'll be better off living from now on. Not quite."

"I hope so"

"Hey, you."

It was when they both smiled back and Ishur nodded with a smile.

From the woods behind me, there are signs that something is approaching.

Ishur did his gaze far away and looked at the unseen in the night sky.

A glimpse of flowing and running into a space of nothing. Isn't this the same magic of invisibility as that purple pointed woman?

Ishur turned his gaze to the night sky, but he wasn't looking at the night sky.

"Hey, I'll add something for you"

When Ishur stood up and spoke to the two of them, he went into the woods behind him.

Step on the grass in your footsteps and slowly progress between the trees.

As the light flashes, it pushes this way through the woods.

Not sooner or later, draw a clean curve through the woods and come towards Ishur definitively on foot. It's a very stable, unshakeable move, unlike Lifia, who has knocked down the trees in the woods and pushed them in a straight line. It doesn't seem very moving through the woods.

Are you using the magic of power as well as the magic of concealment?

But that's strange. The old lady at Frontera's Magic Fixture Shop said that the magic of concealment doesn't work if she moves willingly, or quickly and intensely.

I do also feel that the magic of the hidden is not fully working, but if it is used in conjunction with the magic equipment of the martial arts, etc., its efficacy should be lost in one shot.

Ishur turned to his opponent and began to travel at high speeds when he applied a full wind assist.

Avoid the trunks of the trees, trampling the grass and proceeding to the back of the forest. Signs of grasshoppers flowing left and right in front of him, his goal suddenly appeared behind him. Did the other guy speed up his legs on the way, too, not long ago? A veil that swirls deeper and darker through the darkness. That is taken away in an instant and sucked into the man's left gauntlet.

A cold shock ran through Ishur's spine.

That was the same black thing that attacked Ruddle Village, the sister of a purple Tsim Crystal woman who let it go...

Can you use it that way? No, it could be a little different from the “evil spirit” that that woman has unleashed. Something similar to "evil spirits”, which exert the same potency as the magic of concealment in the dark. Perhaps other abilities are combined.

And the scariest thing, that black veil is probably available for simultaneous use with other magic devices. This means that you can carry out attack operations while hiding yourself, and you can use attack magic.

"Hey. That's just great, boy. I didn't know you could feel my signs."

Low, rough voice.

In the dark, I could see Domil Fullsiek smiling.

That's when he found me in the dark a little off the street.

And after breaking up with the Rifias, he went ahead on the street for a while, kept the others waiting to accompany him along the way, and went into the woods alone and took a detour, making contact with this one unknown to the side of the Borderline Uncle.

Little fireballs light up over the man's head, in the air. The face of the man emerged when he met the Grand Duke, with a sharp impression, though at the same time.

This guy... can you use fire magic too?

Ishur unwittingly tightened herself.

With the magic of the desolate god Baltar, he acts like an evil spirit, and also carries out the magic of the martial arts, the magic of fire. All of them get the impression of being skilled at handling them.

That's the Magic Instructor with the Grand Duke. Quite a handyman.

"Hehe, there's nothing to be afraid of. If you're afraid, do you think I'm better than you?

Ishur stared silently at Domil.

I don't think there's any overt fear in my face.

Even with this brightness, I didn't miss this little move.

When the man raised one eyebrow as he always did, he continued to smile and talk.

"Speaking of which, excuse me. I hadn't named you your lord yet. My name is…"

"I know. Sir Full Seek."

Ishur told me to cover Domil's words.

"Hmm,... right"

The man's floating grin deepens slightly.

Domir Fulsik came to the point without showing any restraint in naming or how Ishur knew his name, and without touching it.

"We're just on our way to Fugo for Kusim's quarantine right now. Just meet Lord Aeren's early horse in Alva. I was allowed to read a letter addressed to the Lord"

After all, I came to check on the scene of the battle between me and the Red Emperor Dragon, the landslide caused by the Rifias, and other damage in and around Silver Mountain. It would be a natural procedure. I certainly don't feel comfortable with Marya alone.

But no way, did you open Marya's letter to the Grand Duke? Can you do that? This man.

"Uhm. For this time, I am left alone more than the Lord"

Domill has explained to you how he perceived Ishur's much-witted expression.

"No, it was a shame to see your lord here. According to Lord Aeren, you defeated the Red Emperor Dragon. It's not just the Borderline House, this is a great pleasure for the Royal Family. You have accomplished great things in the history of the kingdom."

Domill's gaze raises and lowers Ishl's body.

"It means that the Red Emperor Dragon suffered a great deal of wounds and his breath constantly fled to the back of the mountain, but your lord does not seem to have sustained any major injuries either. The Border Army glanced at your son and said he was wiped out, but no, he was completely afraid."

Ishur is silent.

"And now, somehow, you're back in Alva with the troops and actions of the Border Bell Army. Your daughter asked for help from Alec's bounty hunter in Kusim Mountain, but who is Alec?

Domill's lips connect.

That's why this man knows. What I'm trying to do, and my covenant with the Grand Duke.

Ishur, who was disguised as faceless, smiled for the first time.

"No, that's something we don't know much about. There's nothing I want to hear from you. Don't get me wrong."

Domill hasn't had a rushing wind, and he's made allowance. One hand up and I'll show you my hands.

That's right. You shouldn't be taking a mild attitude right now.

That's not what you want to know. Isn't there something else?

"... about the Red Emperor Dragon, isn't it in your eyes? Will that show up at Kusim again? When will that be?"

Domil has asked questions about his battle with the Red Emperor Dragon. Surely Marya's report would not be enough. He said he was lucky to see me. Naturally, I would have liked to hear it directly from myself.

But.

"You read Lord Aeren's letter, didn't you? More than she wrote..."

I can't even answer Domill's question clearly.

The Red Emperor Dragon's departure probably involves the Lord God Jerez. He wasn't supposed to be able to fly by himself. If I had, I would have been so struck that it wasn't strange to die as it was. Jerez will help you, so I will at least be able to fly through the sky, so now you can go home to the nest, didn't you teach the Red Emperor Dragon? He would have had to obey Jerez if he told him that, too.

But this is not something I can imagine with any certainty. What conversation was there between Jerez and the Red Emperor Dragon, and nothing? For example, if Jerez said, "I will help you, so don't come out to people's homes again," he would never show up in the future. Otherwise, if the wound healed, it would be hard to get down to the crowd again.

"I don't know, not at all"

How long will a heavily injured dragon be healed? And how afraid he is of me.

If you don't know where it is, you can't say anything for sure.

"If he shows up in public again, I'll rush him no matter if it's Kusim or wherever he is."

Domill was impatient.

"Hehe, that's a reliable statement. So, what kind of magic did your lord use on him? What kind of magic is that?"

You do want to know that. That's the real question.

The letter I wrote to Marya only gives a brief outline of the fight.

"I fought to recall the Great Spirit. Lord Aeren wrote to the Grand Duke."

And then...

Ishur grinned and spread his hands,

All you have to do is say, "I did something."

And Ishur caught a grin, tilting his head a little and saying, peeking into Domil's eyes.

"I don't use existing magic with a name."

"I see. Sure, the usual magic makes it a battle."

Domil just nodded. Don't take your gaze off Ishur.

Ishur's response included slight sarcasm, cynicism and self-derision.

This man is trying to guess how seriously I answered, whether it's a lie or a truth.

"I was desperate too, so I don't remember much detail, and if I could explain it in detail, I don't think it would be like letting it live as a war drill."

I don't see it as a reference for the general wizard, such as the battle of those with the magic of God.

"I guess so."

Domill dropped his shoulder long enough to bend over and nod again.

"So, yeah. There's one more thing I want to ask you, and I need to ask you, something important."

Domill has taken his posture again, but has stared closely into Ishur's eyes.

But his voice became much smaller.

Domill's eyes narrow.

"No way..., you haven't got the magic of fire, have you?

... are you here?

This is what this man wants to know most, what he wants to tell the Grand Duke.

Domill is near the Grand Duke, a katana. It is not just an escort for the Grand Duke. I'm not a general either. The Grand Duke informed me, or this man also thinks the Red Emperor Dragon will have the magic of fire. I know.

"Before you answer me about that, will you answer my question?

Domil put his arms together. The gauntlet on both arms makes a dull, heavy noise.

"Hmmm......, okay. Whatever."

"When the wind, the fire, there's water, the ground, there's gold magic, right? What do you think?"

Domill's lips are stretched up.

Nervous air drifts from the man in front of me.

But for a moment, too, Domil looked serious as soon as he could pull in a distorted grin.

The tension that was filling up in front of me disappears.

If I do ask this question, it could be dangerous. But this man is undoubtedly one near the heart of the court magicians of the kingdom. Even if he is now in Frontera, he is a magician who serves near the side of the Grand Duke and brother Wang. How many wizards like Domil Fullsiek would there be in the kingdom? If he knows nothing, may I assume that few people on this continent know more?

Then I must take this opportunity to ask. I was the one who survived.

"... I don't even know that. To the best of my knowledge, there must have been no real record of the magic of the Water God or the Earth God. If the great priest of the Urk kingdom were still alive, he'd know what was going on."

Domill leaned his head slightly and twisted his neck to stare at Ishl.

Now there's a grin on that face.

"I'll have to ask the Chief Cleric of the Cathedral Church."

"Really?"

No harvest, huh? I crossed a dangerous bridge.

"Is your lord in love, too? The second."

Power enters Domill's gaze. The wrinkles of the eyes create a deep shadow, illuminated from a fireball that floats overhead.

"Wasn't the Red Emperor Dragon also obsessed with the magic of the Lord's wind?"

Ishur was overwhelmed so that the agitation could not come to his face.

Around, no, there's a lot of different tension between them.

Wind magic fixture, fire magic fixture, Red Emperor Dragon's behavior...... It may indeed be easy to get to that fact.

"You may need more than one god's magic fixture to ensure that you kill the Red Emperor Dragon"

This one can also focus on the eyes.

"If the royal family doesn't know where the rest of God's magic equipment is either, I think you should start looking. Even if it doesn't exist in this world."

Whether it's the Kingdom of Ladis or the Holy King of Orst, if they find it first, they just take it away.

Isn't it a hand to make them find it?

If they have it, if I move, they move too. If they move, I move too.

The Red Emperor Dragon appeared, as I moved as a result.

"The magic of God, huh? … causal."

Domill weakened his gaze and took it off. Show even sigh.

The heavy air I was straining around soothes.

Cause and effect? I know that best.

"I have no interest in the Lord, nor in money, nor in power, even now. It's just that it's becoming necessary to have power."

Will it pass to Domill?

That I am not an enemy or ally of the royal family.

"The same goes for killing the Red Emperor Dragon, but how could I have had to know"

But I can't tell you everything.

"Do you want to take the same path as Lene"

No, it won't be the same as that old woman. The gods may have come into contact with her, too. She could have been looking for and trying to get the magic equipment of other gods, too, still.

Ishur shook his head to the side.

"I don't think the Witch of the Woods and what I'm looking for are the same."

"... well. If you want to know the story of Yveda's sword, let's keep a detailed record in the Royal National History Codification Office. Or you might find out something about the magic equipment of the gods."

Domill gave me an insured grin.

The royal codification room...

"I think the princess is worried about you. The Grand Duke was spilled."

Hmm? Princess, you mean Petra? Why all of a sudden.

"If you serve the royal family, your lord will be allowed to enter the royal library and codification room."

I am not the enemy or ally of the royal family. Sometimes we may turn to our enemies instead of allies. But in the kingdom is the village of Bersch, with the people of the Chamber of Commerce. And there are Petra and Maryas.

After that, Domil Fullsiek confessed that I didn't have the magic of fire, but still asked for a firm reply here and left. Shortly before he disappeared into darkness, he asked as he remembered.

"Where are you going after Alva?"

Of course I didn't answer.

Walking back into the woods, he began to see the lights of the camp among the lush shadows of the trees.

Two small light points shine red through its lights, coming this way. The magic emitted is small.

"Refia......"

Rifia stood in front of Ishur.

Me and that guy used magic. Though it was never a big one. Rifia, you're gonna notice.

"You were seeing Lord Fullsiek."

Lifia's voice is low. Questioning tone. I look in a bad mood......

"Oh."

"Damn, it's still royal..."

"No, no. Tonight's the first time I've talked to that dreadful uncle. I happen to know your face and your name."

"Really?"

Red light shakes.

"Turn that red off. You're scared."

"Become"

I can see the shadow of Refia pissing off my shoulder.

Ishur turned to the left side of the rifia in that gap and moved to a position where the lights coming in from the camp illuminated her side.

"Hmm!"

Lifia deflected her face and turned her nose upwards. The red color disappears from its eyes.

"Well, that's it. I've spoken to the Grand Duke. That's why I knew him."

"Ha, with Grand Duke?

Lifia gives a surprise voice.

"Oh. Petra and I are friends, by the way. Me."

"Huh? Pei, Petra, that"

Not only her voice, but the look of surprise spread all over her face.

"Petra Ladis, Your Highness the Grand Duchess."

Lifia blurted for a while, haha, and revealed her face.

The face is stained with anger.

"Ki, sa, well, ahhh"

The light wheel sparkled and the red light ran. The forest rocked.

The vibration transmitted from the wheels of the carriage is cracked and painful on the back muscles damaged yesterday.

"Ugh."

Ishur stretched his back and groaned slightly.

Was that mindful? Not at all.

Since last night, even if it suited my painful eyes, Ishur's efforts to deceive the story have not borne fruit and I have had to tell Rifia some of my conversations with Domill.

Dmir nodded unacceptably at Ishur's explanation of how Ishur had fought the Red Emperor Dragon, wanting to ask himself directly but having bothered to come into contact with him.

"If you were around, it would have been hard for you to hear. Uncle, I even asked him what kind of magic he used."

and Ishur added, Refia seemed finally convinced. She probably didn't like the way the two of them were talking in the unseen woods.

"So, what kind of magic did Ishur use?"

I haven't explained that much to Rifia either. To her question too, Ishur returned the same answer as Domil.

"I wonder what happened to the difficult face. Mr. Alec."

Marika, the oldest maid sitting across from the carrier, has spoken.

"No, no, I hurt my back muscle a little last night,"

He looks painful, not difficult, Marika.

"Well."

Surprise Marika with her hands on her mouth with elegance.

"Speaking of which, you said there was a warcraft yesterday in the back woods. I wonder if Mr. Alec fought with Mr. Rifia."

The second Radmila has joined the story.

Is it the tangle that makes Marika's surprise seem exaggerated?

"Right. Ha."

That guy faked that the Warcraft attacked yesterday's doozy, and you deceived him.

At that time, my vision became brighter on the pretext. The trees on the south side of the street break off and the sight widens.

"Ah, look!

The youngest Joana twists her torso and points her finger.

Ahead, there was the city of Alva surrounded by greenery.

From the greenery of the trees, lots of red and blue roof buildings show their faces. Behind it, I saw Alva Castle at the tip of the mountain hem stretching from my left hand. A large and small castle surrounded by a tower, at the bottom of which you can see a glimmer of white and shining.

"That white shines..."

"That's the White Asian corridor of Alva Castle."

Marika answered Ishur's grunt with a glare.

"That's..."

The Grand Duke said something. Don't break it, do something like that.

Then the trees also broke off on the right hand side of the street.

The meadow is spreading. There are white flowers blooming a little bit.

Ishur looked down at what bothered him and dropped him to the side of the road.

It's a wild rose. It's winter.

"Oh, rarely."

"Because it's warm this winter? I wonder."

Marika and the others speak up.

As Ishur got off the carrier, he hand-folded a round of wild roses blooming on the side of the road, avoiding thorns.

Did the child see or not?

Ishur enjoyed the scent a lot when he put his face close to the rose flower, and when he got on the carrier, he pulled out some thorns and handed them to Joana, the youngest.

"Thanks"

Yoana dyes her cheeks.

Hand fold wild roses......, no. Refia doesn't feel like a wild rose.

……

When they feel signs of something and look at it, Marika and Radmila turn their gaze to Ishl and say something.

As a result, Ishur went down to the side of the road again and started handing the broken wild roses to Marika and Radmila as well.

The scent of flowers dances in the slightly blowing winter breeze.

Am I the one who broke my hand? To Rifia, and to the gods.

... no rose mourning reached the boy, the child who hand-fold the wild rose. Then shall it be the gods who have broken their hands?

A white, glowing line.

Finally.

Ishur was far away and looked at Alva Castle.