Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

Ishur shouted a small "Ah" as he laid his hands on his sleeping hair.

And I just noticed, I told Rumando of the decree with my body.

"I want to wash my face. Can you give me a moment?"

Rumando nods silently.

When Ishur lowered his head to the family decree, he went in while opening the washroom door.

When I closed the door, I shrugged the water with a pattern from the water bottle, wet my hair and held it down with my hands as I looked in the mirror. On the shelf behind the water jar was a small jar containing something like horse oil, but Ishl did not use it.

"Yoranche"

Ishur called the Spirit. Behind Ishl, a beautiful boy smiles in the mirror.

"Do you feel that?

Yoranche asked all of a sudden.

Ishur wandered his gaze and did his best to explore the area.

"Oh."

I've managed to get within the detection radius.

In a space of nothing, blurred and weak light gathers.

Is that... this feeling, this hidden magic?

"That's the building where Uncle Border's office is located."

Something I didn't feel when Rifia showed me around the castle. I feel that now. Is Uncle Borderline in the office? Will I be taken there?

"That's where I pointed it out to you the other day. Magic is used there. That's probably..."

That's where he started. He must be waiting in a trap to protect himself and possibly to capture or kill me.

Ishur turned to the mirror and smiled at Yoranche.

"I'm fine. I'll take care of that. I don't have much time. I want Yoran to sleep the people of this castle, especially the guards and the armed men. Can you do that?

"The magic of sleep? If we're going to do this on a wide scale, we have to all go together. It also weakens its effectiveness. And that place..."

"There's no magic going through there, is there?

The spirits in the mirror smile.

That place where magic similar to the magic of the Hidden is activated, that inside is not perceptible, but it feels like magic can't pass there.

Ishur washed his face when he fixed his sleeping habits. Cold water punctures my skin thoroughly.

It could be dangerous to get Yoran to do the magic of sleep right now. If magic is going to be weaker, it won't work for Refia. What about Lumando? There are other wizards and wizards in this castle. Mrs. Borderline, you may also possess multiple or powerful defensive magic devices around the male Moshe. Those who did not fall under the magic of sleep will notice an anomaly and make a noise.

"The point is, after I finish the border uncle, we just have to be able to escape without fighting the castle soldiers, without making a scene."

"Then why don't you call me after you kill Uncle Borderline?"

But he's in that room.

Even Yoranche won't know what's going on in there.

"You could crush it. That's a tie."

"Oh, I guess"

It is the Grand Duke's call not to destroy the castle, but can I blow up the office of Uncle Borderline?

But I don't know exactly what kind of junction. Naturally, Yoranche is right from the outside, but I can crush it with strength, but I don't know what happens when I get inside that junction.

There is still a problem. That's if Uncle Borderline wasn't in that room himself. Rumand showed me into Uncle Borderline's office and there was nobody there, and I was locked up, for Christ's sake. I just don't know how to lock me up.

If that happens, we'll have to get out of the office quickly, capture Rumando and ask him where Uncle Borderline is. You can torture me.

Either way, if you don't try to get to Uncle Borderline's office, you won't know for sure unless you try to get inside.

"If I break that bond, I'll be able to get in touch with you. I'll make sure to give you instructions at that point."

"Okay."

"I don't need the magic of sleep."

"Yveda, I don't think it's going to work for you with your sword. I'll make sure you don't put the magic of sleep on the other side of the castle from that building."

I don't know what's going to happen next, but I might as well ask Rumand to stay awake.

"Oh. That's fine. Bye, Tam."

The spirits in the mirror disappeared.

"Don't touch Uncle Border's office."

Ishur turned around and pressed in case Yoranche disappeared.

There was not enough space behind Ishur for the Spirit to stand. The hand wash room was small, with walls and windows looming right in front of me.

Yoranche wasn't in the mirror. He was in the mirror.

"Thank you for waiting."

Ishur spoke to the family order when he came out of the hand wash.

Lumando hasn't moved from as much position as he just did. He must not have heard the conversation with the Spirit.

I don't know what to do from now on. There will be no one in this castle, such as someone who can stop Yoranche from doing what he does. Rifia is flanked by martial arts, and his abilities are skewed. Nor would her family be able to defeat the whole magic, even if she could protect herself from the magic of the high spirits.

Rumand said he would bow his head far.

"Then follow me. The Lord will meet you in the office west of the castle."

Is it still there?

Ishur nodded silently with no expression. In front of this guy, you should be careful not to have anything on your face that you're thinking about at all.

Follow Rumando out of the room.

The thin, tall hindsight of the decree does not give the impression of being weak even if it feels nervous.

Rumand didn't say anything when he saw Ishl dressed up. Ishur had a broken sword, knife and other blades of his father's shapes, but he didn't even touch the matter.

I came to the hall where I hit the front door of the mansion. Lumando opens the door.

It's still dim outside, too. The yang still doesn't rise. Still, slight signs of people moving through the castle begin to appear.

"Ah."

I went outside the mansion and stepped into the corridor, where I met Lifia, who apparently was one of them.

Despite the dawn, he wore the same dress as yesterday, weaving bright water-colored shawls on top.

Rifia gave him a surprised look and alternated between Ishur and Le Mand.

"Lumando, what's this all about?

And Rifia has turned her harsh gaze to the family decree and has been questioning her.

My lord wants to see Alec.

Rumando lowered his head and answered Rifia. Totally faceless, I don't see any color of agitation.

"My father?

Lifia said with her eyes wide open.

"At this hour? Didn't you just come back?"

Did Rifia come to reward me for that? This is the time. A disciplined one.

But I had no idea Uncle Borderline was back. There will be about ten horseback rides for you.

He disembarked at the exterior of the castle, later on foot with very few of him and his entourage to the inn first...... like that. Yoranche wouldn't even care if someone willing to kill me stayed away from the bedroom I was sleeping in.

"Yes."

Lumando remains faceless. That's all I'm just saying.

"Why"

Lifia's voice is low. A thin brow leads up.

"I don't know that either. Your lord wants to see you in a hurry at all costs."

Lifia stared at Rumando's face.

And I sighed small,

"Okay. Then I'll follow you."

I said.

Wait a minute. Things get complicated when you go. I'm just in the way of picking him up.

"It won't. Your lord will only meet Alec. Your orders."

I smiled slightly at Rumand's expressionless face and let Rifia nod at him.

"Lifia, please refrain in the hall."

And I bowed my head to her again.

What's that grin? Are you going to say "Don't worry" to Lifia?

"... ok. I don't have a choice."

Lifia accepted the words of the family decree in an obvious manner.

"Alec, like no crude phase"

Refia's staring at us. But I was not only dissatisfied with the eyes, I could clearly see that there was a mix of different colors.

Refia holds the shawl in her chest and flicks herself agile and walks forward. Her figure disappeared into an inn where she met with Mrs. Borderline and others the other day.

I heard Rumando raise his head as he was lowering toward her.

"Let's come."

Rumando stands first and starts walking.

What was in Lifia's eyes. How did she perceive this urgent call of Uncle Borderline?

She probably thought in her that her own father had noticed me as the one with the magic of the wind, Ishr Bersch.

... they ask you a lot about how you got rid of the Red Emperor Dragon from your father and how you connected to the royal family?

Perhaps the meaning of such a harsh warning was in that gaze. She does not know that her father is deeply involved in the Bersch village case.

Still dark, walking down a corridor covered with black shadows rather than blue. The back of the decree has become an even deeper black shadow, protruding from the bottom of the corridor. His footsteps hardly echo the corridor and are very quiet.

Ishur stared at Rumand's back.

It's a creepy one.

How far does this guy know? What I'm thinking. And the borderline uncle.

This is a trap for the borderline uncle. But Levelt Behm wouldn't have even read about my intentions to raid one in the streets. Haven't you set a trap first and returned to the castle sooner than planned in an attempt to prevent it from taking any action here?

Borderline uncle thinks deeply. That's for sure because his own life is at stake, but that's not all. Perhaps Borderline knows that I'm targeting him only. Then he also has the means to fight me. Otherwise, I'm lucky I went out to Nostal and wouldn't do anything to get back to Alva. If I were in the position of Uncle Borderline, I would rely on some kind of handover to escape.

When I killed Brigal and the others in Ellistar and destroyed the castle, the people of the city I had nothing to do with, the women and children of the Baron family, tried to let them escape outside the castle. You can deduce from him that I'm targeting revenge to keep the irrelevant out of it. Marya and the Grand Duke know that I am the only one who has a crush on the border. All over the city of Frontera, in a suburban carriage, talking about it with them. It is possible that the Grand Duke also has a secret detective from the border uncle. It is possible that one end of the story is leaking on the side of the border.

Asking Nayarlushk to seal off the perimeter of the street didn't completely block the contact from Fugo to Alva, they know who I am is Ishr Bersch, and that's not the only way he got home early on his plans. He would have used his own organization to find out about me. And then I thought about it, and I came up with this trick.

Ishur turned his gaze from the back of the family order to those with Uncle Borderline's office.

"... the box"

Ishur shrugged small in his mouth.

By way of illustration of a fluoroscopic view of a building with the office of the border uncle, only part of the building at the western edge of the corridor disappears from the figure. I certainly don't know what's going on inside of it, and I can't seem to exert any magical power inside of it. But the subject is a fixed room in the building. Using the magic of concealment, but knowing that there is a room there for a long time, it would not have covered up the very existence of the room.

Boxes like black boxes. That's from a general wizard who doesn't know the existence of a borderline uncle's office, and if you cover up that room and have known it for a long time, you'll feel like some sort of puzzling magic is working and a defensive junction that prevents magic from coming from the outside.

But I don't know what's going on inside, not even me or Yoranche, which is creepy. Hidden magic against the outside, lost magic on the inside, is that what it looks like?

Isn't there some other important role for the connections put up in that office? I don't know about that unless I try to get inside.

Rumand and Ishur passed the large hall between the sights and turned right onto the corridor. The western side of the corridor was sinking even darker.

Rumando knows or doesn't know the clerk's trick, doesn't make any changes at all on the table, and keeps walking quietly.

Around the peripheral uncle's office, the room where the colorless contents are not known, there is a slight collection of blurry magical lights, so that magic seeps from the other realms of that Spirit, where it is inexhaustible.

It's easy to destroy that junction from the outside.

But then the border uncle will run away. There's a good chance there's a secret escape passage in his office.

Sealed unmanned spaces, spaces with no air movement, are also difficult to sense. So far, no particularly unnatural space can be sensed around the peripheral uncle's office apart from the air decoy tubes and the space between the outer and inner walls.

Borderline Uncle's office is the deepest part of the corridor west, in front of the northwest corner of the corridor. There must have been a kannon opening door facing the corridor. At the end of his gaze, the area is covered in even darker darkness.

In the first place, it is unnatural that the main working room of the Borderline House is outside the corridor, but also northwest of the castle.

Crush the unidentified junction on the verge of entering that room, break into the room at once, detain the border uncle...

Do you want to go with it? I just can't figure out who that mysterious junction is...

They stood in front of the door in front of Uncle Borderline's office.

Rumando opened one side of the kannon opening door. Slightly door-clattering sound.

It was also dim inside. There is only one lamp on the wall in the room. Behind the door, which you can see in the back, is the office. Even when I get here, I don't know what's behind that door.

Go ahead, Alec.

When Rumand opened the door, he retreated to the side, shitting him to enter Ishl first.

Ishur stepped inside the room. The room was covered on one side of the wall, with heavy wooden slabs. Semi-glossy dark brown wood with season. It's an essential landscape for silver, marble, and quality wood.

There are no windows on the south side of the room for some reason, and windows on the north side. Outside the window is the north side of the inner contour of the castle, at the west end. The sky is still dark. With that window on his back, he stood in a beautiful position where the two maids did not stretch and slightly move their spine. One was Radmila, a knowledgeable woman who could tell the whole room was dim.

I mean, this room, the maid between refrains, they can both do swordsmanship. Even at this time, they are arranged as escorts to the Lord.

"Our Lord is waiting for you."

Rumand walked into the room and said straight back, standing in front of the door of Uncle Borderline's office, which is directly west.

"I'll take care of your sword and knife"

Radmila stopped by Ishur's side.

Ishur silently gave Radmila his sword and knife.

Do you have any other blades?

Ishur shakes his neck to the side.

A blade can be a valid weapon in a junction. But this is a natural course of action if I'm to meet you in the Chamber of Secrets. I have no choice.

The decree opened the door without speaking to the Lord in the back room, without knocking.

Ishur turns toward a door that is silent, faceless and open.

All right, let's do it. It's a shame we can't see what kind of junction it is.

It was when Ishur tried to reach out to the spiritual world, the other world. Lumando spoke to the Lord in the office.

"Mr. Levelt, it's Mr. Ishr Bersch."

Ishur looked at Rumand's face unexpectedly.

Rumand stood beside Ishur, his head bowed somewhat deeper. I don't know that look.

Radmila, standing diagonally behind her, conveys signs that she will harden herself much harder.

"Get in. Ishr, you."

From inside the room, a slightly elevated, tasteful voice was heard.

This!

Ishur gave a distorted grin.

These guys......

Ishur unloaded his "hand" and stepped into Uncle Borderline's room.

Isn't that funny? This is a challenge to me.

Uncle Borderline is challenging me to battle. We're going to fight each other from the front. No, come into the trap, I'm provoking you to fear enough to have the magic of God.

How do you fight me, risking your own life?

Ishur entered the office of Uncle Borderline. The door was closed behind me.

It's not that big in the room. Slightly elongated room to the north and south. The walls of the room are of the same material as during refrain, covered with square relief panels. Looking to the right, is it a black altar in a position slightly over the entrance and exit from the center of the room, with a heavy desk and a side border Berleyveld Behm sitting on it? The silver candlestick candle on the desk was strangely bright, illuminating a middle-aged man with silver hair.

Ishl took a step forward, trying to stand in front of Levelt.

Colorless, the image of some space spread into Ishl's brain. A huge, tattooed magic formation floats up there. It was the magic formation of the assassins who attacked us in Tuaf. of Hidden Magic.

Its magic formation rose out of its arms and drooped to cover it toward this one. And when that huge warped magic formation disappeared to melt in the present, the space turned into a bright white world.

Countless more complex magic formations appeared that eventually resembled just as many magic formations in that white space. Black liquid smudges out of that magic formation. Eventually the white space was covered with its black liquid and closed to the dark, deep darkness.

I was locked up. This juncture......

Ishur stood in front of Uncle Borderline when he covered his head well.

"I've been waiting for you to come. Ishr, you."

Levelt has his elbows up in front of his face and his hands together.

Without saying anything, Ishur glanced behind the frontier uncle sitting in a chair against his desk.

Ishur opened his eyes slightly.

Behind the border uncle were a few short chairs at the wall, one low table in the middle, and this room also had no windows on the south side behind Ishur, and a window on the north side.

Its north window was changing. The northern side of the room was covered by a glass window, separated squarely by a thin lattice, from the ceiling to around the height of a person's hips.

This... It's like modern architecture.

This glass window design is unusual in a world that reminds me of medieval Europe. Of course I've never seen anything like this once since I was reborn.

Ishur said with a grin, ignoring what Uncle Borderline had said.

"The window behind you is pretty shabby, isn't it? That's the Borderline House."

Ishur glanced at Uncle Borderline.

"I've never seen it before. It's an unusual design."

Ishur's grin grew louder.

It's still dark outside the window. A neatly lined square windowsill shows Ishr and Borderline Uncle. Behind it you can see a slight distant shadow of the city of Alva. It's low here but on the mountain. There is nothing that separates this room.

Uncle Borderline shook his neck back as he opened his eyes only for a moment.

"Really? Thanks for the compliment."

Borderline uncle turned his face to Ishur again and made him smile.

You've got plenty of room, Uncle Borderline.

"That's right, let me ask you something. Borderline Uncle Wen"

I found out more or less about the boundaries of this room.

"Ever since I rescued Rifia in Kusim, I've been going by the name of Alec. How did you know I was Ishl?

This room is exactly what it is, covered in the most basic kind of juncture, such as the magical juncture. This junction blocks magic from the other world, or the will to use one's magic, from the other. I can't use magic in this room. Magic fixtures don't work. The magical feeling of the wind doesn't work either, and the signs outside don't convey. So even when I was outside this room, I couldn't get a sense of magic and I didn't know what was going on inside.

"As soon as I read the letter from my daughter, I found out. According to reports from other members of our family, only Rifia herself survived the battle against the Red Emperor Dragon, and the royal messenger's court magician, Lord Aeren, and his companion, the boy who supposedly had the sword of Yveda."

Borderline uncle's grin deepens.

I felt like I could see the fatigue of this man on the back of his expression, on the wrinkles caused by the sides of his eyes and nostrils.

Ishur's face also showed a look similar to that of fatigue.

Did Mary fail to destroy all the shadow-workers of the Borderline House who seemed to exist in Fugo?

It was not until we reached the village of Zola that we recalled Nayal. The prospect was sweet, you mean?

"The existence of a bounty hunter belonging to the guild of Alec Fugo was only described in a report sent by his daughter"

Uncle Borderline lifted the paper-bound booklet that was on his desk.

The candlestick candle is lit with a crude paper cover.

"This is a little old, but a roster of hunters belonging to the Guild of Fugo. Until you came, I looked through, but this roster itself does not seem to have the name of Alec. [M] Well, lots of bounty hunters will use pseudonyms, so it's not certain."

Ishur sighed small.

That's right. There is no way you can make a move on the Guild of Fugo to mention the name of Alec's bounty hunter in advance. That's what I thought about on the spot. Into the rifia and into the castle of Alva without a wave, the plot was a crude one full of holes.

However, neither the Rifias nor the major men who were in the castle could have noticed and entered unharmed.

"... but that doesn't matter. From the time you destroyed Baron Brigall's house, I thought it would come to me someday. I've been waiting for you."

Uncle Borderline has looked serious and repeated his first words.

"You admitted it. I don't know what kind of letter you sent to Brigal."

Ishur even glanced sharply at Ravelt Behm.

"How did you know the contents of the letter I sent to the Baron's house?"

The look on Uncle Borderline's face also becomes harsh.

"I leaked it from the Baron's house. I got a chance to see that copy. I decided from the text that the content was authentic."

Leavert stares at me.

"Sure, I've heard that you're the owner of an education that doesn't suit your age with its origins..."

"There were some letters from your great-grandfather in the Bersch mansion. I can judge the veracity of your letter. He had knowledge of the border and baron territories, and could not write unless he was the secretary of a nobleman or lord."

Now Leavert sighed small.

"The Bershes used to have knights."

Ishur pointed the direction of his senses inside himself.

In this room, you can't use the magic that normal wizards use, which flows through magic fixtures from the spiritual world.

But the magic of the wind in this chest, the magic that springs up from before, is somewhat influenced by the junction strewn around this room, but it feels like it can be used without problems. I have a response.

It probably works as a junction against the wizard, but from me it feels like something thin as paper.

"I wish I could confirm that. I don't need to talk to you anymore."

This room is a secret room. So I can't use magic that big. But there is no problem. Crush this guy's heart. If I have to, even crack some of those windows, I can draw in the outside wind......

"I will take you as a vengeance against my family, my clan, my hometown village."

"I want you to wait a minute!

Uncle Borderline's first hasty attitude.

"Before I do so, may I make myself clear?"

Uncle Borderline's face became impatient and desperate.

"What?

I have a terrible grin on Ishur.

"I have nothing more to do than fight you with words. I just have to expose myself to everything. Let me turn you in with my words."

Hmm? Then what is this juncture?

Doesn't this guy know I'm aware of this juncture?

"Then..."

"Now will you just listen to me?"

Uncle Borderline has blocked Ishur's attempts to ask about the junction in relation to this trap by covering it.

"... well. Then say it. If you've said something amazing to me, I can help you."

Uncle Borderline hasn't given up yet. You still think this trap's working?

Maybe he doesn't know the true power of the wind magic fixture.

Ishur had another, sarcastic grin. That was self-derision.

That's right. Even I don't know everything. How much does this man know about God's magic implements?

"Kusim Silver Mountain is not just my territory, it is an important mine that supports the kingdom's stalls. I think you know that, too."

That's how Uncle Borderline started talking.

Says,

I do not hate some sacrifices in order to save all the people of the kingdom as well as my own territory. Many lives were lost, not only in the village of Bersch, but also in Kusim, even in his own army.

Says,

From the results of my success in repelling the Red Emperor Dragon, I was right to focus on the magic tools of the wind.

Says,

From now on, I must rebuild Kusim. There is no way that I will die now. I have a cause.

Says,

Above all, the most important thing that I will become, is to remove the suffering of the inhabitants of my territory as soon as possible. We have to feed the people to live.

Says,

The reconstruction of the village of Bersch will involve the royal family, but I will spare no help either.

"... from now on you will serve the royal family and make the kingdom as secure as it once was in Lene. No, it will save all the people of this continent"

Surely if you exorcise a monster like the Red Emperor Dragon, that's what will happen.

Borderline uncle tried to squeeze and spit out his last words.

"I want to help you, too."

Ishur stared silently at the borderline uncle.

Uncle Borderline's clarification was quite advanced as to whether as lords of this world I should say it was folk capital, but from here on out it was a moonlit one with nothing new.

But his last words weren't bad. I thought the word came out of his heart. This man has said that he has the will to do everything in the peace of the people, that there is no difference of identity or position there.

If I use that ability correctly, I want to do everything I can with whoever I am. Although the will itself is his one-sided push.

This man is serious, too. Maybe it still looks a little like Refia. You took me into this trap, and this man really had something to say to me. As long as we're in this juncture, we can't use magic on him either.

But......

Ishur declared.

"You can't. What you're saying doesn't sound like me."

Ishur stared into Uncle Borderline's eyes without any emotion.

"I am not thinking of always helping people with the power I have, etc. The kingdom, but the people of the continent. Save it or not, that's for me to decide for myself. I do not serve the kingdom, nor any country. I don't take orders from anyone."

Ishur sharpened his gaze there. I let out my emotions.

"Whether the gods command me or beg me, I decide what I am to be with my thoughts. I'll live with my thoughts."

Reevelt's face turned pale.

"Why would you do that... who are you? The devil."

"No way. I will not suffer or take a life for no reason. Just like you."

"... right"

Leavert drowned his head (Kobe) without strength.

And I looked up, and I stood up.

From that face, the temper had fallen off until just now. It looked that way.

"Finally, I want you to apologize."

That being said, Uncle Borderline has broken his back and lowered his head to Ishl about his hands on his desk.

The candlelight of the candlestick placed on the left side of the desk illuminates the frontier uncle with his head hanging directly from the side.

A long shadow bent over Uncle Borderline's back was reflected on the wall on the right.

Hmm?

Ishur felt something suspicious for a moment.

The window in the back of the room rattles.

Moving his gaze, he saw a bird cross the vicinity into the northern sky, which only slightly brightened.

Sequila?

When the shadow of the bird fluttered, it suddenly began to spin hard. to get caught in the vortex.

Wind!?

Ishur instinctively reached out "hands".

The glass makes a fierce noise and breaks. There's a blast.

The magic of early sight is activated. Glowing white, cloudy pieces of glass large and small became walls and approached Ishl.

"... I'm sorry to hear that, Borderline Uncle"

Ishur pulled his jaw and smiled.

Uncle Borderline's appearance is overwhelming.

Countless pieces of glass were walled before Ishur's eyes, floating in the universe.

I made it. I didn't know there was a trick like this.

Countless pieces of glass were trapped in the magical walls of the wind that Ishur drew in from different worlds.

The candlestick fell, the candle fire went out, and it was dark in the room. Now behind the room, where the glass windows are no longer clean, the sky north of it is brighter.

What happened to that bird?

Outside this room, on the north side, I do the magic of the wind, I wood the window glass in the office, and I blow the head off of my bowed border uncle against me.

I'm sorry I wasn't intact if my magic equipment didn't go through that realm.

If the windowsill breaks, the junction “opens." Hit a finely crushed piece of glass at high speed about the upper body of the person standing in front of the border uncle. Lock the subject in a place where he cannot use magic to open the border with the magic of the wind from its exterior, simultaneously launching a pre-emptive attack.

Ishur glanced at the office door.

Uncle Borderline couldn't use magic either. That means there was a third party who used the same magic of the wind system as me. Nearby.

The boundaries of this room and the wizard of the wind on its outside. Glass windows covering the north side of the room......

That was who this trap was all about. Uncle Borderline's office was a double trap, with third magic equipment intervening externally.

"O demon seal of the desolate god. Give my little box the power of darkness. Reject, deny, and destroy the Sun Wheel."

I hear Uncle Borderline whispering a spell.

"It's no use!

Ishur screamed sharply.

The junction is not broken. It's just “open." Uncle Borderline is trying to “close” it again.

Even if all the windowsills on the north side break, the junction is still alive.

Ishur ran the magic of the wind around him.

A wooden plank covering the office is crippled and mutilated, and its fragments fall to the floor. Square planks drift off and fall to the floor.

A number of magic formations, painted on old cloth cuts, appeared from within the mutilated walls. Probably the same thing is installed on the floor and ceiling. All the magic formations that emerged from the east, west, south and tripartite walls of the room had been mutilated by Ishur's "hands".

"You've seen me sweet. Borderline Uncle"

……

Beyond the walls of a piece of glass floating in the universe, I could see my hips falling into a chair as the blurry shadow of a frontier uncle collapsed.

Two faces of the great aristocracy. A noble aspiration to think of the people and a plot to hide, deceive and trap them. I don't care if those two live with this man. I don't even think I've been fooled. It would be like that with those in power.

I'm sorry I can't see your end face, Uncle Borderline.

That's it.

Ishur pushed forward the wall of a piece of glass in front of him, blowing it away.

Far away from the city of Alva, you can hear the wind roaring low like a faraway thunder.

Ishur did not show any expression on his face, and looked down at the body of a frontier uncle whose upper body had disappeared clean.

The magical mass of wind was blown horizontally and straight. It was such a moment that I couldn't even hear the sound.

The roar of the wind heard from the far north sky was the sound of Ishur's blown, dense wind magic spreading wide through the sky of the city of Alva.

There's nothing in Uncle Borderline's office right now. There is no sign of anything alive but Ishur.

The hem of the jacket or shirt that was sticking to the abdomen of the frontier uncle peels off without sound.

There appears to be a slight seepage of blood from the cross section of Uncle Borderline's body.

The cross section was amputated with a sharp blade, but it was horizontal and clean, as if it were some kind of specimen. But the interior is dim, and all of it sinks into monochrome in the slightest light from the colourless outside.

When Ishur let the wind blow hard, he drove away the smell of blood and organs crawling beside him.

And he laid eyes on the side wall between the refrains where the decree and others were. Around the shadow where Uncle Borderline broke his hips and lowered his head.

Now the plate walls are cracked and the magic formations torn from that gap are visible to each other.

Ishur walked towards his magically scratched door and opened the door that leapt.

When the door was opened, it remained as dark as ever during the refrain. A short distance from Ishur, Rumand stood slightly on his knees. The maids in the back had their skinny swords set against Ishl. The tip of the sword is shaking fine.

As Ishur took a step, Radmila paled her complexion and approached her. As always, I'm shaking when I hang out.

"Wait."

Lumando raises one hand and stops sharply.

Ishur turned to the office side wall to ignore the interaction between the two, and began to look into something.

"This."

When Ishur slapped a piece of the wooden plank on the wall, part of the plank turned up. When I spread the flattened plate in front, there was a hole in the inside. The adjacent office is slightly visible from the end of the hole. Because Ishur destroyed the surface of the wall, I could only see about half the tip of the hole if some of the wood pieces overlapped.

I thought something was wrong.

The silver candlestick on Uncle Borderline's sitting desk was on his right. Feather pen standing and ink jars were also on the right side. Even though he was right-handed, the lighting was on the right. If you're going to do some writing on your desk, you should put it on the left. In other words, the candlestick was on the opposite side of the border between uncles and refraining. That's just one thing.

If Borderline uncle bends his back, the light that comes from Borderline uncle's but shadows and leaks out of the peephole darkens. Or it's the same if it blows off. A little, but you could hear the conversation inside.

The spell that Borderline uncle chanted to close the line would be the magic of the desolate god, the magic of the dark lineage. Perhaps it was a kingdom that exerted its power at night. Isn't that why he called me out in a hurry while it was still dark? This peephole and candlelit trick is also suitable for use at night. Of course this junction is a junction aimed at magic, with no physical effect.

"Lumando, did you use the magic of the wind?"

The decree silently bowed his head even deeper.

This man was watching the next office from the peephole. Activates the magic of the wind if the next room darkens. That's how it was decided in advance.

Lumando raised his face. And probably for the first time, I've been eyeing Ishur from the front.

"Lifia and Moshe are going to be missed."

Ishur glanced at Rumand's grey eyes.

"My vengeance is over after arguing with Uncle Borderline. I won't touch them."

Lumand has bowed his head deeply to Ishl.

Is that what this guy is?

Subtle emotions arose in Ishur's mind. All this man has to do is stay at the Borderline House. If there's a ball to replace it, that's fine. So I can live with the grief and hatred that killed the Lord... that's what this man does. It may resemble just a little bit of the way the Japanese thought in previous life.

Ishur went outside when he received his sword and knife silently and facelessly from Radmila, who kept shaking like always.

I didn't want to do anything to Rumando. That would have done nothing more if it hadn't done harm to the Borderline Uncle family itself.

Ishur spoke to Yoranche as he went out into the corridor.

"Tamu"

There was no response from the Spirit. Instead it was covered with small, glowing grains of magic, both inside and outside the building.

In the sleep of many of the men of the castle, there is only one sign from the inn of Uncle Borderline, of a moving man.

As Ishur began to walk south on the corridor, it became a bright ray of light.

She's starting to move.

The Spirit calls out from somewhere.

"Oh."

Lifia also moved inside the residence toward the southern corridor. Her signs, which until now seemed like something to patrol, turned into a movement of clear will.

If Rifia is willing to try to avenge her father, you can't run away from her.

Ishur turned east on the corner of the corridor.

Moment after moment, Lifia showed herself from the inn. In a white dress, with a white sheath sword in his left hand.

She became Jen royal in the middle of the corridor. My eyes are lit red.

The east sky is getting a little brighter. But it's still dark in the corridor. Before Ishur, the marble blue-white, slightly glowing path leads to the end of Refia's standing.

White road......

One girl sitting over there.

This...

Suddenly, Ishur felt intense anger boil from the depths of his heart.

"I remember you."

This schematic. This sight looks exactly like the night I killed Brigal and the others and left Ellistar, when the moon goddess Lelia showed up with the figure of Melilla. Now if you have that strange moon, it will stay that way.

Lelia, you can't be in your palm about this!

Ishur's heart burned with anger.

Is it something that makes them like it? Let them be free from you one day.

Ishur began walking towards Rifia.

"What happened in your father's office?"

As Ishur stood in front of her outside between the swords of Rifia, Rifia shouted roaring.

Her voice is trembling. A silver pattern on the white sheath, her fingertips shaking holding the sword, too.

Lifia pulls her jaw and stares at Ishl with her red glowing eyes.

"Killed Ravelt Behm."

Ishur was short and just said that.

"Why!

Tears overflowed through her eyes.

"Why..."

Refia trembled all over her body and still kept standing.

She also probably knew roughly what had happened in Uncle Border's office.

"It's revenge. He ordered Brigal."

"... what?

The red color disappeared from Lifia's eyes. She has stared at Ishur's face with a glimpse.

"The letter sent by Uncle Borderline to Brigal, describing the order to explore the magic equipment of the wind, said," Whatever means may be used against the people of the village of Bersch, find the magic equipment of the wind, even by torturing the Bersch family. "

"... ugh, it's a lie. Oh, no."

Refia groans powerless.

"I had a chance to see a copy of that letter. I thought it was real."

"Copy, you say?

There is a slight force in Lifia's eyes.

"Believe it or not, you're on your own. Most importantly, he admitted it. Before I kill you."

Ishur turned his fierce grin to Lihuia.

"One of my last haters, that was your father. I was able to get into Alva Castle without difficulty. I didn't want to leave it to you, like I did when I was a Brigal. I could have killed only Uncle Borderline, as I had intended."

Ishur said he could pull a grin in.

"I'm sorry for the deception, Refia. I let you use me."

"Oh, no... it's a lie..."

Refia is falling apart.

"Ugh..."

of the summit of Kusim, as it was then, she began to tremble her shoulders and weep.

"Don't cry"

Ishur looked down at the girl crying on her knees to the ground and said coldly.

"I just want to get out of here. If you want to take your father's revenge, I'll take him right now."

"Ugh!!

Lifia looked up. Tears are overflowing from my eyes and I'm shaking.

Ishur grabbed his fist.

What a sad face.

"No! No... Ugh"

Lifia screamed, trying to squeeze that voice.

"What you taught me, that's... what is that, then..."

Lifia dropped her sword. Reach out to Ishl with both hands.

"Ishl...... no, it's not. I... I am!

Ishur said, ignoring everything about the girl who had put her hands on him.

"If you're not willing to take revenge, I'll spare you."

"Ugh, uh-oh"

Lifia fell down on the ground and cried hard.

Ishur took a distance from her and went too far beside her. Her fiercely crying voice goes around her back.

I killed your father, didn't I? What else is there?

What kind of future do you have for me and you who killed my father?

Ishur looked forward.

A short distance away from the corridor stood the Spirit bringing his back to the white pillar.

"I should probably go home."

Yoranche calls out.

"Oh. Thanks. annoyed."

Ishur answered without even looking.

"You're welcome."

The Spirit glanced at the girl who was moaning and crying.

"... I wish I had taken her hand"

There's no way I can do that.

As Ishur tried to glance at Yoranche, he was halfway out of the picture.

"Hehe. See you sometime, huh?

His figure disappeared with the voice.

Ishur looked at the sky south of the corridor.

It was then. A ray of light ran brightly illuminating Ishur's left cheek. The light rushes down the corridor.

Sunrise.

And there was a sharp scream that cut down the corridor where the sun began to shine, even to the light of the sun.

"I am!... I don't fight, I don't do that!

Rifia cries out from behind Ishur.

And I will make atonement for those that have been left behind, of those that have died in Cushim!

Sad, screamers and listeners alike were screamers that mutilated everything in the world.

"... because Ishur taught me. Ugh, so... so"

Lifia's groaning voice echoes the corridor.

A muscle of tears poured down Ishur's cheek.

That's right.

That's intentional, Refia.

That's why you're the sun.

I wasn't wrong about what that crazy clown said.

Ishur pulled his jaw and ate his teeth away.

... Don't look.

Goodbye, Refia.

Ishur gave Rifia no glimpse and flew from the corridor to the southern sky.

On that day, Ishur disappeared from the kingdom.