Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

Because it's on the north side of the city, or hardly a field or a farmer to look at, I noticed it was in downtown Alva.

Greens abounded throughout the city because old temples and old decaying walls existed all over the house. They were left unbroken and unruly, and covered their surroundings with many trees. Some temples were maintained, which still seemed to be in use, but did not appear to be permanently populated by clerics.

"The ruins all over the city."

Ishur questioned the maricas.

"Is it from the time of the Urk kingdom for a moment?

The capital of the ancient Urk kingdom was supposedly here, around what is now Alva.

Marika nodded.

"Yeah. That's what they say."

"It's a great playground for the children of the city."

and Radmila.

"I used to play a lot when I was little, too."

Joana said in a bright voice.

As the line entered the city centre, the people of the city gathered along the streets. When people see Rifia going near the beginning of the line, they say, "My princess!" "Dear Rifia!," he called out.

This Heavy Squad was the only survivor of the Crusaders who remained in Fugo and did not fight the Red Emperor Dragon. They're a crippled unit, including Refia. If this were a triumph, it would have made the castle run ahead and prepare for greeting, and it would have been widely known to the people of the city.

As of now, I do not know how much it conveys to the people of Alva what happened in Kusim. Among the people who stood along the way, there were a few who, mingled with those who blessed the return of the troops, looked unfloated and stared silently at this one, those who were secretly speaking among their companions, with both Rifia and the line at their side.

Ishur looked over his head as he observed one look at the people of the city coming together along the road from the top of the carriage of the carriage, their expressions. There, a thinly cut clear blue sky of winter was seen between the building and the building that stood by both sides of the street.

As luxurious stone buildings passed through the heart of the dense city, a large square appeared on the north side of Alva Castle with a squad of soldiers and horses. Crossing the moat in front of him, and twisting through the castle gate where two towers stood to the left and right, beyond the squad field, stood the inner contour of Alva Castle, which was further sandwiched by the moat and erected by cutting the mountain horizontally.

The great white corridor covered the inner contours of Alva Castle, with white columns arched and continuous at the top.

On the front side of the corridor, there was no winter power but sharp sunlight. To Ishur it seemed that the light was emitting and shining from the corridor itself. Inside the successive arches were painted the interwoven geometric three-dimensional patterns of light and shadow, and for a moment in the indulgence that boiled through vision, the mind was seen to tremble with joy.

The slopes of the mountains at the bottom of the corridor are covered in greenery and the shrubs stand sparsely. Inside the corridor, from the top, you could see the settled blue-gray roofed castle hall and several castle towers.

The troops were to be disbanded here. The deputy commander gathered down the knights and soldiers for a brief lesson, then to the eastern side of the square, to the barracks with a glimpse across the trees, horsebacks, footmen and carriages headed. The inhabitants who were accompanying him bowed their heads to the deputy commander and went out of the castle gate toward the city.

When the figure of the inhabitants disappeared outside the castle, the deputy commander walked out towards Rifia on horseback. Along the way, he turned his face to Ishur, who stood alone at the edge of the square, passing with a good eye for him.

The Vice Commander's courtesy would have included a thank-you for what Ishur had mouthed to Rifia, who was angry at him for trying to kick Ishur out of his unit in the village of Zola.

Remaining on horseback, Lifia herself towed the horse, next to which Radmila and Joana climbed the path set on the hem of the mountain to the rugged stone castle that seemed to stand a little further east of the corridor of White Asia.

Refia seemed to be in a diagonal mood, as usual, and did not turn any gaze at Ishl.

When the lifias disappeared on the mountain, Marika, left alone by the maid, approached Ishur.

Marika corrected her posture when she arrived in front of Ishur, and said she would align her fingertips before putting them together.

"Alec has a room in the castle."

And he grinned, and said, Come this way, follow me.

The two climbed the stone staircase behind the center of the square, almost in front of them. On the mountain, rather than on the hill, is it right to say -- up there was one side, covered or squared with well-maintained cobblestone.

On the left hand side was a dark gray martial bone stone castle where the Rifias went in. On his right, facing the square, stood the corridor of White Asia. Whether this was the front of the corridor, the higher columns and arches, and the part that touched the roof stood side by side with intricately decorated little spires stretched from the columns.

Ishur stopped about inside the square and watched the majestic corridor for a while.

Marika laughs a little away from him and waits silently, wondering if Ishur's, is used to that reaction that everyone would take.

Although Ischl does not have very detailed knowledge of the design of architecture, it was felt that the ecclesiastical temples he normally sees, etc. are in the shape of subcurrents of ancient Greek and Roman architecture, whereas the corridor in front of him, in addition to them, added complex elements like Baroque architecture from recent times onwards.

Ishur shook her head forward and smiled at Marika as she missed her gaze from the corridor, in the sense of gratitude for the wait, and walked towards her.

Silver Mountain. The silver produced from Kusim turned into this corridor. From the mountains to the east, money was also picked in the past. The prosperity of the ancient Urk kingdom was also brought about by the gold and silver produced from the mountains behind it.

"Marble will be the main use in the corridor. Where did you collect all this stone from?"

Ishur questioned her that she was coming beside Marika.

"It seems we can barely pick it now, but there used to be plenty of stone-cutting fields in the southeast of Alva, in the mountains near the border with the Holy King. We hear that the corridor of White Asia in Alva Castle was made of stone brought from it."

That's a maid with a refill, seems to have the basic knowledge right. I guess their birth isn't a bad thing either. Give me the end of a clan of junior nobles, a daughter of a rich businessman and an apprentice of demeanor, is that the place?

As the Ishurs walked to the south side of the front of the corridor, they saw the south corridor stretching in a straight line behind the castle to the west. From behind that corridor, an old man dressed in black walks over here.

A skinny old man with a pinned back. Looks like the butler himself. The man bowed and said well when he came before Ishur.

"My name is Rumand Blanc and I have our family order. Alec told me to show you the room."

Rumand glanced at Marika when he finished with a sinister low voice, silently giving her a bunch of keys out of her nostalgia.

Marca bows deeply and receives the key. Rumand didn't even glance at Ishl for a moment.

Walk down the south corridor of White Asia in Marika, Ishur order, ahead of the Rumando of the family decree.

Ishur stared at Rumando's back over Marika's shoulder. It was this man who wrote to Rifia in the village of Zola and dropped by. In a concise sentence, it was a dancing brush signature.

The sound of the shoes echoes the corridor. I saw a few small figures of black maid clothes servants coming and going down the corridor to the one ahead.

Ishur remembered a sense of visibility. I remember walking in exactly a similar place somewhere in my previous life. Stopped by business or sightseeing, Brandenburg Gate or San Pietro Cathedral, or around. Those were definitely cylinders, not corridors, something similar and non-existent. Especially not so white and glossy. But the atmosphere may be similar.

Earlier than I thought, a family order stopped about a third of the way down the corridor.

Ride around the arch on the right and come in front of the two-story building on the front. Marika opens the door to both Kannons and goes inside. Inside were dark red tea wooden planks and grey ocean lacquered walls, the floor was also red tea wooden planks and a blowout hall up to the second floor.

On both sides are stretched stairs that ascend upstairs. Ascend the stairs on the left and continue back down the central corridor. A dark red carpet is laid in the hallway. It's a thickness I've never experienced since I was reincarnated into this world.

Ishur glances at the lamp hanging that lines evenly over the wall. Pretty good grade. There was a small hall at the penetration of the hallway, with a large, kannon-opening door surrounded by luxurious decorations in the back. Probably the kind of VIP room where royalty and grand aristocracy stay.

The decree stopped in front of the door on the right side of the third. When a heavy door opens, there is a small room lined with furniture between the walls with several round chairs, and a door to the left and right. Large glass window.

"Bedroom in living room and study on the left, hand washed on the right"

Lumando will explain.

"Come here."

Marika opens the door on the right and goes inside. This was followed by a rare tile from the floor to about half the height of the wall when I went inside. The space in front is lined with two large barbecue shoots, a pattern shower, a brush, and a small mirror on the wall. The back was in the bathroom. Downstairs is a round ceramic potty, with two strings hanging, and the top of that string is combined with a pulley or a few sticks and plates, combined with a barbecue lining the left and right. It looks like a big barbecue funnel beneath the toilet, and a copper tube extending down to the back of the potty.

That's the grand aristocrat owned by Silver Mountain. This is a washroom. When the decorative string is pulled, the mouth of the upper jaw is lowered diagonally so that the water flows down. You'll need a little trick to pull the string, and if the water on the top is gone, you'll have to remove the string from the rig and replenish the water, though.

"It's a water wash."

Marika looked surprised when Ishur told Marika.

"Yes, it is. You know very well."

"If you pull this string down, it tilts and the water flows, right? If you use it two or three times, it's an exchange."

"Yes, somewhere before..."

"Right."

Ishur shrugged.

"Once upon a time."

"Rest in your room for a while. I'll call you when dinner is ready."

Explaining some caveats, etc., the Rumands left the room. Ishur opens the door on the left and enters the room where Rumand said he was living and studying. There are two small tables in the room that are low on a large desk that may also be used as a dining table, and a small and large candlestick. And a bookcase with a few chairs and few books.

Bookshelf books do not attract any particular interest in the Biblical scriptures of the Cathedral Church in the history of the Borderline Bureaucracy, dictionaries, etc.

Open the door in the back of the room. The next room was the bedroom as described in the family decree.

Two windows. The one in the back is open. The bed was covered.

"Hmm?"

There's a shadow on the bed. Are you asleep? Bad. I hardly noticed because of the faint signs.

……

Turning again this rare thin lace curtain, Rifia was asleep.

Bright grey tights on the clasp, keep the boots on. I'm not wearing a cape exactly, but I'm dressed the way I was when I got to the castle.

I guess I headed right into this room after entering that castle on the east side. And it came in through that open window.

But you've often found out it's this room. I was outside the hall, and this one read the signs around the door and broke into the bedroom.

Does that make me fall asleep in this short time?

Ishur approached the bed even closer and looked down at the rifia. The soft light indoors lights her up.

They were so tired.... I feel kind of nostalgic.

Ishur narrowed his eyes.

That gaze falls on her long lashes. And through the muscles of the nose, it is sucked into its lips.

Not good.

Ishur inadvertently lagged behind when he was about to be trapped by something he couldn't resist.

Being alone with Refia, isn't this the situation I was afraid of?

Refia wakes her eyes.

What is her thinly opened eyes looking at? Your right hand is lifted and offered toward Ishl.

Ishur tries to take that hand......

The moment each other's fingertips tried to touch each other, Refia completely woke her eyes.

"Ahhh."

Riffia dyed her face bright red and woke her torso all the way up.

It was dangerous.

I couldn't think of anything. I was trying to take her hand without thinking about it.

Ishur said what he could care less about, forcing him to make a mean grin.

"You're a pretty teachy princess. Did you come in through the window?"

I want to talk lightly. Let's keep up the usual.

"Ugh."

"Uh, or, uh, you have no idea what you're talking about. Your hand, princess."

Ishur once pulled in his hand again deliberately, stretched out a lot, and took Refia's hand.

And pulled her out of bed and made her stand in front of it.

……

Lifia blinks her eyes and shakes her lips at the scythe, dyeing her face bright red and confused. It feels like I don't know what to do, whether I should be angry or not.

"Did you order this room? You got it."

Refia is turning a sharp gaze.

"I don't care about that!

Oops.

Stop being shy and apparently decide to get angry.

"By the way, I hear you sent rose flowers to the maricas. Damn it, you pussy!

See?

"What's that?"

You mean wild roses. That's why you're such a bitch.

"All three, Alec gave it to me, and I'm happy to say, the..."

Whatever Lifia thought to Ishul, whose sharpness also rapidly loses power and becomes a butt shrink.

Ha, I see.

"You mean the wild roses I gave to the maids"

I just gave you a round of wildflowers. Does that bother you so much? This innocent princess.

Lifia now turns that way and doesn't even come in line of sight.

Oh, no. I can't help it. I shouldn't have gone in deep.

"A wild rose would look good on Riffia."

Ishur walks towards the window. And out the window, I said, looking far into the sky.

"Far west of the continent, beyond the sea, there is a land of blue roses blooming..."

By the way, the window is facing east.

Ishur says, watching Refia for a moment. Still pointing that way, but the feeling softened a lot.

Of course, it's completely out of your mouth. There can be no such thing as advanced varietal improvement techniques for plants in this world, and there can be no such thing as a blue rose.

Ishur stared silently at the sky and turned to Rifia and said, well in between.

"Has Rifia ever seen a blue rose?

"I don't know. I've never even seen a blue rose."

Lifia answered with that look pointed at her.

"Blue roses are things that never exist in this world. No one has ever seen it before, that's the rare thing only God can love, it's a beautiful flower"

But there is magic in this world: gods and spirits reveal themselves. Blue roses may be blooming somewhere too.

Refia looks at Ishl for a moment.

"Tell me what's wrong with that."

Ishur walks slowly from the window towards Rifia, which is nestled by the bed.

"Such a blue rose is what Refia deserves"

Refia's turning to me.

Ishur took that hand when he stood in front of Rifia, lifting it up to her chest and wrapping it with both hands.

"I'll go to the end of the land and pick a blue rose for you. I offer you that blue rose."

"Ugh..., Ishl..."

Rifia stares straight at Ishl. Ishur's figure in Rifia's eyes sways.

Not if you're blushing already. What Ishur is going to talk about...... Lifia's face was rather blue. She waited nervously for Ishur's next word.

……

Ishl hardens. The next dialogue doesn't come up.

Shit. I wasn't thinking about Othi.

"Ishl?"

Rifia leans her neck slightly and asks Ishur in a small voice, who has shut up.

Ishur was supposed to be here, and he had to confess his love to her.

But I couldn't have done that.

Keeping it to myself, I couldn't even finish it off with a single comedy.

"... Ishl?

Lifia's voice goes low.

Aww, shit. This is a bad development.

But Rifia didn't erupt. As she sighed, she said, pulling out both hands held by Ishl.

"I already know how you do it."

Rifia pointed her lips as she deflected her face from Ishur and pulled a string with a room hanging by her bed.

Ishur stared at the bundle of paper piled up in front of her.

"This scammer of a third-rate actor."

Said Rifia to Ishur, who became Jen-royal and sat tight against his desk.

"Isn't that too bad to say? I can't believe you're a third-rate con artist."

Well, I'm certainly a con man myself. But I'm not a third-class actor or anything.

"Shut up. You know what this bunch of paper is?

Ishur snorted.

A bunch of paper in front of him, it was a memorandum of understanding on how to compensate and collect funds for the survivors of crusader fighters, which Rifia had taken the time to write while staying in Zola. Let's not forget what Ishl taught us, which she wrote in addition to her own reflections.

"I shall now compile a detailed report of the battle in Kusim. I don't have time to play with you."

Lifia has a mean grin, unusual for her.

"You'll have plenty of time if I take care of them. Throughout your eyes at this by tomorrow, point me out if there's anything wrong. You can write directly to what I wrote."

"I didn't know you had such a mean face. Must be my fault. I used to be an innocent, innocent princess."

"Hmm. What was once. What used to be. I am still innocent."

Refia is also something I have become accustomed to for a long time.

"Ah yes. By the way, why do we have to do this by tomorrow?

Refia looked serious,

"Before Father returns, I want him to circulate to the family's clerks and set aside time to explain from me"

I said.

"Do you want to root it out before I show it to your father? You're thinking about it."

"Hmm. Naturally. That's not true."

Lifia turns cutely with her hands together in front of her chest.

Ishur glanced at her like that, peering sideways.

After a while when Rifia pulled the bedroom string, the maid Radmila came to Ishur's room with a bunch of paper.

From the outset, Refia seemed willing to ask Ishl for an addition to her own memorandum. Were you trying to surprise Ishur by sneaking into the bedroom first, or did you care about one of the wild roses Ishur gave the maids?

"I will be with my mother and brother for dinner this evening. I'll let you bring meals to this room so you can eat alone. The punishment that made fun of me."

You shouldn't use nasty words like, "Eat!" Princess. "

"It's definitely your fault. Since I started talking to you, I've lost a lot of my taste."

You're starting to say that, aren't you, Refia?

Refia remains stuck and hasn't tried to look at Ishl as a

"How old is Lifia's brother? The name is certain..."

"It's Moshe. I'm ten now."

"Right."

A face of Lucell floats in Isul's brain.

The day I left the village, the last time I saw Lucell was about the same age. I was only eleven then, I guess.

"Oh......, you know"

Refia suddenly reveals her attitude when she sensibly perceives a dark shadow in Ishur's heart, so she turns her face toward Ishur and reveals her agitation.

"Hmm? What's up?

Ishur smiled and looked up at Rifia.

"Yes, no..."

"I'll certainly keep an eye on the one you wrote."

"Ah, oh. Please."

Lifia nodded mysteriously, standing on the spot for a while with a sinking face. Ishur is silent. Eventually, she turned to the door, which then went out into the hallway of the room for a small word.

Ishur looked at her back distorting the smile that floated.

I have something that just reminds me of Lucell's face that creeps me up cold.

Lifia's attitude changed slightly after she arrived at the castle. They don't come on this tease like they used to, and they seem to suppress revealing emotions. Alva Castle is her home, but also a place where she has to fulfill her responsibilities as a member of the Borderline House. She has a lot to do, too. For her, her home is not just a place to relax. Her change will be due to that.

That's the same for me. This place is like enemy ground to me.

Is it because the time has finally come to enter Uncle Borderline's nostalgia? Because Lifia's brother happened to be about the same age as Lucell?

So I've been able to do it over lately, this chest pain is making me hard again. I'm getting sentimental.

I should have taken more care of Lucell. Do this, fix that, I wish I hadn't just said Gucci novels and made him gentler. When I think of the death of my flesh parents, that's always regret.

Ravelt Behm just sent a single letter to Brigal......

"I just sent it, what do you think happened? That's the only thing that closed my brother's future."

Ishur told no one to hear him, groaning in a small voice.

My brother wasn't the only one deprived of the future. Hundreds. My father, my mother.

Not if you're in love with Lifia. Deceive you? What's wrong with that?

Right now, but it's gonna leak out of your mouth, and it's gonna spit all over you. This anger and willingness to kill.

"Oh, speaking of which..., Blue Rose, bring it to me someday."

Lifia opened the door and turned around.

"Because I won't forget"

Rifia doesn't know what Ishl's trying to do now. Even when she arrived at the castle and she changed her mind, it did not appear to be any different to the pungent light of those eyes.

"It's okay. God bless you and you'll find it hard."

Ishur smiled back to reveal his previous smile.

No one in this world knows, no one can understand the irony, it was a blue rose flower word.

The door closes. The side of the rifia looked red stained.

Sure, I could be a fraud.

... Lucell was boned when I came back to the village. A true last memory of my brother's face. That's Lucell's skull, his face.

Ishur rose from his chair without letting his face bow as Rifia left the room. Move to the next bedroom.

The window was empty. The castle was quiet. I can't hear anything from the outside.

Ishur meditated in the room for a while and followed the signs that Refia was leaving outside the building. Pay attention to both inside and outside this accommodation. There are scattered signs of one sparse person, but I don't feel particularly suspicious.

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

Ishur recalled the Spirit with his eyes closed.

An open window blows in a teasing wind.

"Is that for you? Swordsman."

When I opened my eyes, a translucent young and beautiful man sat on the window frame.

Is the apparent age a little higher than Ishl's? Neither the youth nor the boy can be said to be, the subtle instability highlights his beauty. He carries an arrow barrel on his back and a smaller bow on his left hand.

“Grown up," Peter Pan, or young Robin Hood, that's the image.

The Spirit looked at Ishur and smiled.

The moment I smiled, only then did the refreshing, magical powers like the wind itself blow towards Ishl.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Ishl. I think you do. What's your name?

"Oh. My name is Yoranche Ingvallé. Nice to meet you, sword."

Whether you're a samurai or a dangerous beauty, whether you're a beautiful boy or a troublesome name is no different.

"Quick, but there are a few things I'd like to ask you. Oh, uh. Can I call you Yoran?

"Fine."

The Spirit lifts his jaw slightly and smiles.

Beautiful, a smile that even same-sex people find compelling.

Ishur accidentally said in his heart, "I'm a man! shouted."

"Uh, hon."

Ishur coughed deliberately, getting to the point.

"For about three days I've been in this castle, I want you to cover my perimeter."

Yoran nodded silently with a smile on his face.

"Especially at night, while I'm asleep, and I want you to look at the poison."

"Fine. I'm not very good at poison."

That's what Yoranche said, tapping the bow pattern with his left index finger.

"Let it be."

Dinner that day, Rifia could eat alone, and as I said, Ishur took it alone in the assigned room. There were two servants, one male and one female, from the Borderline House, to serve.

The meal was quite sumptuous of course, but it seems excessive for both of us to stick together. The maid was more beside Ishl, and the man stood slightly apart by the door. It would have been prepared for additional orders such as drinks, but it felt like Ishl was being watched, and I didn't fully taste the first treat in a long time.

... That's okay. I don't feel poisonous.

As Ishur tries to put his hand on a new plate, the voice of the Spirit is heard with a slight echo in Ishur's brain.

Ishur decided to ask Yoranche to be vigilant around himself by disappearing his figure and signs so that the regular person, of course, would not be felt by the wizard. The Spirit is not visible to ordinary people unless he intends to manifest himself, but it can be seen mundaneously by wizards and clerics, that is, by those with five systems of magic implements, such as wind and fire, and by those with unsystemed but powerful magic implements, such as Rifia.

Yoran was able to hide his appearance and signs from such people, so he asked for his own protection as a matter of routine. And the conversation between the two men was not to be heard, even when the others were beside them, because they groaned in their mouths.

After the meal, the same servant led him to a large joint bathroom, where he took a bath, after which he arranged a lamp and a candle for his own room, and looked through the Memorandum of Refia.

Ishur did not put a pen directly in the written document written by Rifia, but rather did not bias himself in setting interest rates on the bonds to be issued at the Borderline House, selecting merchants who would enter into the reconstruction of Kusim, making them compete for advantages and disadvantages by submitting a phase quote, submitting a plan, and selecting a few trusted external advisors from among the merchant guilds in Alva and merchants who have been dealing with the Borderline House for many years regarding the management of funds, borrowing and collateral in general.

"Well, the escort while I'm sleeping, I guess."

At bedtime, Ishur spoke to the Spirit from the top of the bed.

"Okay."

In the dark bedroom, the figure of Yolanche rises against the ceiling.

"That's good, right?

What the Spirit has confirmed is that the two of us discussed it when we recalled it at noon. When the assassin appeared, Ishr asked Yoranche to let him sleep without killing him, and to wander through the castle.

"Oh. So even if you don't give up and attack me again, if you let me sleep, I want you to repeat it again."

Ishur said with a grin as he lay down in bed.

"If one of your magic doesn't work, wake me up. I'll take care of it."

The Spirit smiled back.

"Ishl? Ishl!

It feels a little manly rambling to a girly sweet voice......

"Morning."

Ishur rubbed his eyes as he woke up his upper body.

"He's a sleeper."

Lifia's face peeks from the curtains by the bed.

I also caught a glimpse of the gentle, and possibly Ishur loving look there.

... Hmm. They overslept because I haven't slept in a good bed in a long time.

I didn't seem to have had any problems while I was asleep. I was never even woken up from Yoran.

"I ask you to greet my mother and brother today. That's good."

Lifia said in a stiff tone because of her expression.

I see. I don't know what else to do. I honestly don't really want to look at each other.

Ishur looked into his eyes as he got out of bed.

Refia is slightly dyeing her cheeks and deflecting her face.

She was dressed in a dress, a long piece with a shiny simple white hem. I just want something point in color, but there was a clean glowing beauty that went hand in hand with her silver hair.

"I also dress like this in the castle. When I do."

When Ishur was speechless and grumpy, Refia couldn't stop and told me to say something.

"Beautiful. Refia."

Rifia dyed her face bright red to Ishur's straightforward word, stiffening her whole body to cock.

Bong, and she lit up and blushed, and for a moment I felt like I could see the standing pattern of white smoke.

Later, he was to meet Mrs. Borderline and the man dressed to dress Ishur in the castle and her peer servant's clothes, with a small scarf in blue on a white shirt on top and black trousers on the bottom. He told me to put on my jacket, but Ishl didn't feel comfortable and politely said no. I'm in the position of a bounty hunter. There's nothing wrong with being a little polite.

The meeting with the Ladies took place in a heavenly building on the western side across the water moat that separated the inner part of the castle to the east and west. Shortly after walking west on the southern corridor across the water moat, there was a large castle hall inside the corridor, and the west side of the building was connected with an even larger heavenly guard.

There was a large hall there when I opened the doors of both Kannon in the castle building on the guidance of Rumando of the family decree, and a few low stairs towards the centre to the back. Climbing up that staircase and going back down the central corridor about the middle and second floors high, there was once again a small hall, standing on its east side with a middle-aged woman in a thin beige dress and a tidy dressed ten-year-old boy. A few maids stand in a correct position a little further around the two.

Ishur was introduced to Mrs. Borderline in the mouth of a family decree. While Rumand spoke of Alec's activism, which saved Rifia, Ishur knelt with his right hand against his chest, standing on his left knee. You should have raised your right knee and done your left hand to your chest if you were going to do a ceremony against Mrs. Borderline here. But Ishur dared to perform a ceremony in which Moshe, the brother of Rifia, was the next master of the Borderline House.

"Give me your face."

When I raised my face to the voice of the family decree, Moshe stood to the right with the lady in the center, and Lifia to the left of it.

"I appreciate you saving my daughter. Do it with Alec."

The lady had a full smile. It may have worked to have a ceremony against Moshe. Lifia is also smiling next door.

"Ha ha."

Ishur bowed his head when he replied in awe like that.

The Lady of Borderline must have come out of the Duke of Tuberak's house in the Wang capital. The lady had a bright blonde neat face, and she could not even feel the dust as cold as looking down Ishl on that smile.

Thank you from me, Lord Alec.

Then there were words from Moshe. It's still a high soft voice before the voice changes.

"Ha ha."

Ishur looked up again and replied with a smile to Moshe.

Moshe was a bright blonde with slightly mixed silver hair like the middle of his mother and sister, and a boy of unbeatable beauty.

Will this child turn me into a parent's vendetta in a few more years?

There was something bitter gushing in Ishur's chest.

I then exchanged a couple of words with the ladies and ended my meeting with Uncle Borderline's family.

During the conversation, Ishur did not miss a moment when cold, worthy of him, alarming colors floated in her eyes to see Mrs Borderline Uncle Ishur, who was brewing an end calm air. She was also a famous aristocratic woman of the kingdom. Or as a mother, there was something to feel about Lifia's attitude towards Ishur, and maybe there was a mixture of something tough for a moment in the eye that looked at Ishur.

The Rumands and maids of the decree arrived at the Ladies, and only Rifia and Ishur were left on the spot. Lifia was in a very good mood for some reason by giggling.

Ishur spoke to Rifia.

"Refia, I'm sorry I'm busy, but can you show me around the castle just because it's easy? Because of this, I'd like to go around the White Asian corridor."

Lifia's smile gets louder.

"Okay. I'll give you a special time for Ishur."

Asking Rifia to show you around the castle, if possible, not as a servant of the Borderline Uncle family, that was what Ishur had in mind from the beginning. Although there are no changes to the plan to raid Uncle Borderline himself on the verge of arriving in Alva from Nostal, it is necessary to know what is going on in the castle. And it would be more informative to let Rifia guide you.

Leaving the residence of the Borderline Uncle, turn right onto the corridor. As soon as it turned, a large hall appeared. High ceilings. The center of what was thought to be the heavenly guard of the castle was this large hall. Many pillars stretch high to the ceiling to support it.

"This is the place to look. Sometimes we celebrate a ball or something."

"I see."

... I don't really feel it.

Yoranche's voice echoes into Ishur's heart.

In addition to his own protection, Yoran was asked to explore whether there were any magical tricks in the castle, such as lost magic, if given the opportunity. He has said that he does not feel any particularly suspicious signs during his glance, but it was also a reversal of his suspicion that this place should be wary. He hasn't said anything if there's no problem from the edge.

Between the sights, there were several stairs a little higher, where a dark red carpet was laid, and in the middle there was one golden chair with a pompous red seat. It looked luxurious in the distance with a delicate feel. On both sides behind it was a red thick curtain of the same colour as the carpet, with a large flag hanging in the center with the crest of the Borderline Uncle. There were several people at the end of the hall, family members wiping floors and columns.

The two then left on the west side of the corridor.

The western side of the corridor also saw an outer moat and walls, several buildings and trees under his eyes from between successive arches. Ahead lies the city of Alva.

Heading north of the corridor, there was a building on the corner of the corridor that turned east, outside it. Heavy doors with kannon openings face the corridor.

"This is your father's office."

and Refia.

……

It conveys the somewhat nervous feeling of Yoranche.

Is something wrong?

Either Ishur's question was conveyed or Yoran has answered it briefly.

... we'll talk later.

Around the north side of the corridor, there was a government agency inside which senior officials of the Borderline House worked. The junior clerks work in buildings in the exterior, and the northern corridor is visible to several people coming and going. The staircase descending into the outer contour was attached to the side of the moat running in the middle of the inner contour.

Crossing the moat appeared a garden as large as the inside of the corridor.

Lifia invited Ishur into the garden.

In the gardens mixed with the cold trees that have fallen the leaves, you can also see the flowers blooming in the light and winter. A clear blue sky is high in the cold air over your head. In the centre there is a stone pond, modeled after the Spirit of the Water, or a stone statue of a woman who lifted the I guess the mouth of the jaw is facing diagonally down and the water is coming out of it. Perhaps the water gathered from the stormwater pipe at the height of the building, such as the tower in the castle, is such that it leaves that bay. There is no water out now because of the fact that there have been some sunny days here. The water in the pond is dark and the fallen leaves float on the sinking surface.

Rifia stopped in front of the pond and thanked Ishur.

"Thank you for looking at my written memorandum. What Ishur wrote to me in the annex was very helpful."

Prior to his visit with Mrs. Borderline, Ishur handed over the memorandum he had deposited from Rifia and a note of caution in the annex he had written. She called the maid to carry it to her room. She put it on, but had a hard look at what Ishl had written during the time the maid arrived.

Lifia dropped her eyes on the pond water and said to herself.

"Someone has told me that a boy with a wind magic apparatus who took revenge on the Brigal family in Ellistar was called a prodigy from around him from a young age and was the bearer of one extraordinary wisdom. So I didn't wonder if I didn't know much about business when I heard you."

Lifia looks up and stares at Ishl.

"But no matter how much, you're too crazy. Wouldn't your knowledge be such that no one even knows about Mediterranean merchants?... Who is your teacher? That Yveda sword, Lehne, or the lord of the Bersh family?"

Ishur slightly distorted his lips.

"Well that's good. Some of the things I've taught you will have already been done in a commercial, Mediterranean city state. It just hasn't been communicated to this one yet."

Ishur continued the conversation with a faint laugh.

"Plus some big city merchants and merchant guilds are pretty smart. There's a lot of people in this world who think about things like me. I don't suppose we can all move into action because of the guild's habits and identity."

"That may be..."

"I was a merchant apprentice in Ellistar. I was going to look around the world doing business in the future."

Lifia looked wide open at Ishl.

"Looking around the world......"

For some reason, Zhu gives it to that cheek.

"Days of adventure? With the magic of the wind, there is nothing to be afraid of. I'm so proud of you. I will one day..."

Lifia's voice turned down and disappeared as she shrugged at the end.

The greenery of the trees around you is dark and heavy. The contrast with the blue sky is so desperate. This place is firmly bound to the earth.

"In anticipation of that knowledge of commerce, Ishr has a favor to ask."

I told him how Lifia was feeling a little upset.

"If I may, will you stay in Alva for a while as our guest of honor and help me"

Riffia suddenly dyed her face bright red when she was finished. The light in her eyes is shaking.

At only a moment, when he was unusually nervous, Ishur removed his whole body and turned a slight smile. Smile sadly.

"... I'll think about it"

Rifia still doesn't know Ishur's grief. I can't feel it.

"Thank you. It's all thanks to Ishur that I'm doing this here and now. Really,...... thanks. Ishl."

Still, Rifia perceived that Ishl's response was not to her liking.

Still, with a full grin, she has conveyed her gratitude straight to Ishur.

The earth lifts up. High skies have fallen.

Ishur was swallowed up by a vortex of distress.

Lucell's, my mother's girlfriend, is looking at this one. And Lifia's smile.

A blade of sword protrudes from Melillah's chest. Lifia's silver hair is numb.

Where did my father go?

Burned down Bersch family house. A deserted village. Richly fruitful, wheat fields without a scowler.

Wheat ho shakes in the wind.

"The building was on the western edge of the castle. That was the most suspicious thing. But I don't know the details."

Yoran's beautiful face is always smiling thinly.

"It seems that this land is filled with a lot of rare things to say underground. That elephant will get in my way."

It is said that here in the land of Alva there used to be the capital of the Kingdom of Urk.

Temples, deities, and magic implements buried in the earth. If you mean elephant, the souls of countless clerics, did you just say?

"I don't have a choice."

Uncle Borderline's office is the most suspicious thing.

Ishur also turned a grin on Yoranche.

It's all right now. Her smile drove away, annoying my heart.

"... Speaking of which, she's turned red for a moment behind you."

"Heh."

I didn't realize that.

I probably showed her my back when I circled the White Ya corridor about after her and broke up with her in front of the mansion for my staying guests.

"Beautiful girl for that human, she seems pretty strong."

There is no change in the look on Yoranche's face.

"Really? Which is stronger, Yoran?

"... she might raise my offense. But in the same way, her attacks won't reach me."

He said with a little thought to his shaped jaw.

"It was more interesting than that, those red eyes she turned to you"

Yoran pulled back a story that went off once.

"Was it funny?

The Spirit turns a meaningful gaze on Ishur's voice.

"That's greed. Ownership. Restraint, alone.... it's evil."

Oh yes......

I had a cold, but I shouldn't worry about it.

"This is your area of expertise, Yoranche."

When Ishur tells him to tease, the grin of the Spirit deepens.

"Don't feel like I know how she feels. Because you're so cute."

Hey, stop.

Ishur stared at Yoranche with intent to kill him.

"Ha."

The Spirit laughed and disappeared.

Ishur sighed one loud.

He made fun of me. But how come all the spirits I recall are like this, the ones with both one and two habits?

On the third day of his stay at Alva Castle, after breakfast, Rifia jumped in as Ishur was turning around to locate the history of the Borderline Uncle family that he had taken out of the bookshelf in his room.

"Ishur, I got a letter from your father early in the horse."

Refia is a little excited.

"Hmm?"

When Ishur turned his face, Lifia smiled and said.

"It was in my father's letter. I can read Bionato's plan. The reign of the new king was expected to be announced next fall during the harvest festival."

Pilgrims gather from many countries of the continent for the fall harvest festival in the Holy City of Estofol. It is an important festival for the Holy Kingdom and for the Cathedral Church.

And the new Chief Cleric.

Lifia said with a good look on her face.

"That's no way..."

Lifia nods at Ishur's whining.

"Bionato compels his two sons to contend for the throne, and in the meantime, he puts his work into the diocesan church. I am willing to make the Chief Cleric the one who loses the battle for the throne. This is what I was staring at as suspicious. The current Chief Cleric is already over seventy. It's not weird when you retire."

Lifia strained her chest.

Was that what she had shown before that she was concerned about something in this matter?

"I see."

Sometimes the General Cleric of the Cathedral Church will have a royal family of the Holy Kingdom as well as a high priest of beatings. There is a precedent.

Ishur exhaled heavily.

"Was the Chief Cleric determined by the Bid of the Great Clerics?"

"That's right. But it's only a ritual in some cases and times."

Well, that's right. Candidates before the election. I wonder how there are different rushes. If there's only one candidate, it's a decision to make.

"We should also be mindful of your trends. Bionato is trying to do something quite greedy"

Lifia said.

"Right."

Inside the royal palaces and cathedrals of the Holy Capital, Gotagota is likely to continue for a while. But not now.

"So, is your father coming home on schedule?

What do you care? Ishur asked Lifia what she cared most about.

"Oh, Father will return to the castle as early as tomorrow night, around noon the day after tomorrow"

Rifia slapped Ishl lightly in a good mood.

"My mother and Moshe seem to like you. It's like your father doesn't have a crude face."

Early the next morning, Ishur got up before dawn and began preparing to leave the castle. The bounty hunter he wore before arriving in Alva, dressed in hunter-style attire, equipped with swords and knives, and weaved his cape.

Is it time to go?

Ishur glanced out the window. It's still dim around here.

We're going to head out the street towards Nostal to the vicinity of Alva, looking for a place to raid the border uncle and ambush him. According to the letter sent to Rifia by Borderline Uncle, Borderline Uncle will reach the vicinity of Alva this evening and early tomorrow morning.

Of course, we're going to break up with Refia without a word.

Forgive me, Refia, and goodbye.

It was when Ishur opened the window and tried to jump out.

Inside the mansion, a tidy ray of light rose.

Hidden magic?

"One comes.... you might as well still be in this room"

Yoranche calls me while I hide myself.

"Why?"

"Survey"

Look, hey. Anyway, is it an anomaly? Is he the assassin?

Ishur took his hand off the window frame, through the study from the bedroom and towards the small room with the entrance and exit doors.

The sound of a knock echoed at the same time as Ishur arrived in front of the door.

I don't feel like killing. The other person is alone. Probably activated the magic of the Hidden until halfway there.

When Ishur called out, "Go ahead," the door opened and Rumand, the family order, showed up.

In a thin bright light from the eastern window, the figure of the decree rises from the blue and black darkness.

"My lord Alec, our Lord is here for you."

When Rumand looked at Ishur's outfit, he opened only a few of those thin sharp eyes.

"Mr. Leavert returned to the castle earlier than planned and this evening." That my Lord may summon you as soon as possible. "

Ishur's eyes open in amazement.

Got hit.

I was hit first. Uncle Borderline abandoned his carriage on the way and rode himself home at full speed to Alva.

Did you know who I was?

Ishur glanced at the decree.

Did this guy know who I was, too? This is the one who used hidden magic.

There is no sign of one around the mansion.

Ishur nodded coldly and said away.

"Okay. I'll see you soon."