Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

# 4 Refia

"... be a good spirit if you will, and be with the gods forever."

The clinging voice of the old priest echoes over the heads of the kneeling people.

The ten pillar gods and the Lord God Jerez, whose stern statues line the deepest part of the temple, can be seen rising slightly from the darkness under the lights of the candle fire arranged on the altar.

And the people that were kneeling rose up. The sound of clothes rubbing covers the temple. On purpose, someone's cough (wrinkles) overlapped everywhere.

Lifia, who was kneeling in the front row, also stood up.

When she speaks to the elderly temple chief about something, she walks along to the entrance and exit by the altar with several of the offerings. From her I hear a light rub of metal and a hit. Rifia had solidified herself in the same military uniform she once had when she appeared in Kusim.

The crusade led by Rifia was wiped out, the year opened nearly six months after the Red Emperor Ryu was chased by Kusim, and the collection of bodies in Kusim proceeded, the fifth time in this solace ritual of the war dead.

When she was heard by the attendees from the side, each time she turned her face to them, and at one point she looked carefully and deeply at them, and at another she made them smile.

As Rifia left the temple and moved between refraining, Rumando and other Rifia servants of the edict that had been out earlier, and several men wrapped in red tea and blue clothes with white or grey toga, waited.

One of them called out to Rifia.

"My lord, we've sold all the balm bonds. That worked by raising the interest rate by a minute (1%)."

"I am not the Lord. He's acting for me."

Lifia said with a total faceless look to the man.

"Oh, this is rude."

The man broke his hips and lowered his head deeply, wondering if this was still the case.

It's hard to get too outspoken of a man's flair. Was there also some slight irony about a girl who was only in her mid-teens, albeit in a high status there?

Refia's eyes narrow slightly.

Lifia, we have to hurry.

Lumando broke in.

The decree wasn't just a distraction. Even after this, Rifia had important business she couldn't take off.

"Mm-hmm. You were."

Refia replied to Rumando, telling the men who surrounded her.

"Sold out of our bonds is exactly the gift of our efforts. Deeply appreciated from me, too. Once again, I'd like to have some time at a later date on the matter."

And keep your head down.

"Thank you, gentlemen, for your seats today. I beg your pardon."

Liphia turned her heels when she turned her shapely smile to the men surrounding her, and took Lumando and the others who gave her offerings, and followed Bemstra the Great Temple, the main temple of Alva.

I don't like them.

The main temple faces the outer moat on the south side of Alva Castle. Lifia thought of as many men as she had just walked early down the moat road towards the south gate of the castle.

They were executives and luxurious merchant guilds of Alva, chosen by Rifia as their advisor following Ishur's instructions.

The Borderline House is their customer and sometimes in a position to supervise.

The merchants have no choice but to flatter themselves. That's what a merchant would be.

And how would you feel about a little girl who's not even old enough to go, and they're also launching a fund flow strategy they don't know about.

None of this, I don't suppose, needs much attention.

Rifia has been involved in the military work of the Borderline Uncle, but did not intend to be actively involved in any other domestic work in general. I wasn't even forced by my late father. Rifia has lived as a samurai until now. But we can't push this important business away on the grounds that they are unfamiliar, that they merchants don't care, that they don't like dealing with them, etc.

That is what I have sworn myself.

To Ishl.

Refia pointed her gaze at the slightly creeping sky and narrowed her eyes slightly.

Something that swirls around the back of your chest for now. I'm used to hanging out with that already. But that intricately entangled depression will never go away.

Long after Ishur left, Rifia has been running to the rescue of the survivors of the soldiers killed in the war in Kusim, the reconstruction of Kusim Silver Mountain and the flow of funds for it, fighting the agony and fervour that swirls around her chest.

Six months after the death of Borderline Boho Leavert Behm, with the penetration of Refia, all those problems are also on track to solve.

Funds were also raised by smallmouth but massive bond issuance, with portions of Silver Mountain as collateral, from the luxury of the Territory and Frontera, and centered on the middle tier of the Territory, and payments of compensation to survivors began last month. And a few days ago, silver mining began in Kusim Silver Mountain, although still marginal. The reconstruction of the city of Kusim is also progressing steadily.

If these efforts continue to evolve smoothly, they will settle on a variety of issues much faster than they had in mind.

But until now, however much thought or thought, there have been major problems for Refia individuals that cannot be solved.

"Dear Refia, I have finally got the example I've been arranging for you."

Rumando, who was walking right behind Rifia, leaned over and spoke in a low voice.

"What will you do with Grand Duke's messenger?"

"Please wait for your messenger. Moshe will also be present"

Rifia answered Rumando without interruption.

Going round the south gate of the castle, Liphia followed only the family decree and headed to the castle's office. In the office where my father used to be.

"This is... Definitely your father's written letter."

Lifia dropped her gaze and groaned on the expanded roll.

Father, even if it's not an autograph of Levelt himself, at least it's definitely written by our secretary in his dictation.

The scroll that Rifia has was the one that Rumando has just said he has finally obtained, a copy of a letter that Uncle Borderline once sent to Baron Brigal, ordering the search for the magic equipment of the wind against the village of Bersch.

It's probably the same thing Ishur saw back then.

That was something Lifia had been ordering Lumando to get. He sent his family and shadow men to Wang capital and Ellistar, and spent a lot of time and money to finally obtain them.

In the letter at the time, two important texts were noted concerning greetings at the time of the writing.

It is two sentences: "In recent times, small lotus flowers have blossomed in the pond of the garden of White Ya Castle" and "the green colour of the vertebral trees in the castle, visible from the corridor to the west, has recently darkened together". The text touching on the inner contours of Alva Castle and the things in the garden within White Ya Castle was one of the hidden words of the Borderline Uncle House, meaning that the letters "Corridor" and "West" were letters of Borderline Uncle himself. Apart from his signature and the engraving of his crest, these ultimatums, although not so exaggerated, are commonly used in letters between nobles and lords. Naturally, it is meant to prevent counterfeiting and falsification of documents.

It was customary in the official letter of the head of the Borderline House to insert two or more of these covert words. Naturally, I would have known the head of the Baron Brigal family, his family, his family decree, etc.

Ishur looked at the copy and decided it was a letter sent by Borderline Uncle, also because he knew that a hidden sentence would be inserted in the letter given by the nobleman, so even if he could not be certain of that specific word, he found that Borderline Uncle's letter contained its own hidden sentence.

Lifia took her hand off that roll of paper and glanced at the dictation of Ektor Bersch, the Belsch homeowner, who by the way was stained with blood, spread to the left of her sitting desk.

The dictum was one of the documents my father kept in secret, found some time after my father's death, during the renovation of the office destroyed by Ishur.

These two texts made it clear that my father was deeply involved in the case of the village of Bersch.

"This copy, no way, but it wasn't a forgery."

Lifia looked up and glanced at Lumando, who stood diagonally to her left across the desk and said:

It was quite an outspoken statement.

If it's a family order, I naturally understand the hidden language used in the letter of the Borderline House.

"That is not the case. Swear."

Rumando showed no upset and has bowed his head toward Refia.

Lifia narrowed her eyes at the decree she bowed her head to, and looked back at it with an annoying glance.

Even then, after Ishur disappeared from the south side of the corridor, her crying resonated into the corridor for a long time.

By the time she stopped crying and stood up and took to her father's office, his body had already been cleaned up by Rumando and he was headed to the cemetery of the Borderline Uncle family near Alva. It was terribly handy.

She squeezed her temper and the window on the north blew up, detecting the situation of the clerk's office on the slab wall, which had been destroyed like it had been torn with giant beast claws, hearing the situation from Radmila and another maid, who was then between refraining, and questioning Rumand, who proceeded at an unusual speed to arrange for the burial of his father's body.

Rumando answered Rifia without covering anything up. The state of Borderline Uncle and Ishl in the office room, the office tricks he himself joined and the offense between the two, as well as the death of Levelt, whose upper body disappeared as a result.

"Lord Bersch's strength, as you know, transcends people's knowledge. I can't insult that knowledge either. I hope you won't hesitate to take revenge on your father."

In this rhetoric of Rumando, Refia immediately understood what the decree contemplated.

Rumand seemed to be corrupt so that he would not hold emotional resentment toward him to discourage and retaliate against Ishl by those in the Borderline House, including Refia.

Hundreds of stories are not at first sight, and the impact of Levelt's death is very different from that of verbal explanation and vision. Rumand just processed the body of the former Lord out of the sight of anyone, and on the other hand did not do anything to make a lie in verbal explanations.

The same was true of Rumand's response to the subsequent Mrs. Borderline Uncle, and the man Moshe. The decree seemed to think that it was the Borderline House that mattered, that the forces lost in the Red Emperor's dragon crusade, that Kusim's silver mining was incapable, and that he should never forgive himself for ripping the power of the Borderline House any further into a vendetta that he was unlikely to fulfill.

Neither does Rifia think of making enemies of Ishur. Similar to Rumand's intentions, she has spent the past six months not much time putting aside the wrath of her mother and brother and doing everything in her power to revive herself, to revive herself and to prosper. Rumando also did not object to Rifia's compensation for the survivors of the war caused by the Red Emperor's dragon crusade. Much to reward the people is the sum of the centenary of the nation, someday it will be a great force to return to the Borderline Uncle family. Rumand seemed to be aware of that.

This man has put so much effort into this for years for the Borderline Uncle family that it seems unusual. That's why I didn't choose the means to do it, there was also the possibility that I would come along fine with something spicy.

If you read this copy, the letter that my father gave to Brigal, containing the order for the search for the magic equipment of the wind, you can see that my father also had an affair in the case of the village of Bersch. Both my mother and brother will have to give up reprisals against Ishur, as will anyone who stands up to take me to the Borderline House. They will also know that imposing overlapping revenge would instead harm the decency of the Borderline Uncle family.

No, that's not all now. Rumors have spread that for some reason in the alley, in fact, the border uncle was issuing orders to Brigal to burn down the village of Bersch. It was probably the royal family that circulated the rumors, but that would break my heart and calm my mother and brother, who are rekindling their anger towards Ishr and the royal family, even above the presence of this letter that my father addressed to Brigal. And that's a situation that I don't even wish for Rumand.

So Liphia turned to Rumand to suspect that your late father's letter to Brigal was a forgery.

Refia missed the suspicion she was pointing at Rumand, pointing it at the window on the north side of the office.

The repaired and renovated office was furnished with two new, conventional, crossed lattice windows on the south side of the room, and the windows on the north side were also renovated to the same shape. Lifia did not hesitate to use the black altar desk used by Uncle Borderline for Moshe, who would officially be the head of the Borderline House at the same time as the adult, and used it there with a similar desk installed separately behind it.

Whether it was installed by Klaez, Liphia's grandfather, or the magic formations of the desolate gods that covered the interior of the office walls, they were all removed, including those that had not been torn apart by Ishur.

I had no idea what Moshe would do in the future, and Refia didn't need anything like that. We should think that we are in an irrevocable situation at the point of using such things as the Enchanted Junction. The kingdom of the Magic Seal has no effect at all on martial arts in general, which are made up with the power of man himself. Incomplete can't help but rely on defense.

If you don't want a complete victory at the incision, there's no point in relying on it.

"I'll show this copy to your mother and Moshe later."

Lifia said with her gaze pointing out the window.

"Ha."

Lumando comes bowing his head.

"Then let's just meet with your messenger. Let me through while you can."

Refia said, shifting her gaze to Rumando again.

"... um"

Lifia moaned small again.

A messenger sent by the Grand Duke stands calmly with the same faceless face as one day, about ten long steps (6-7 m) away from her.

Behind her was one civilian, feather-woven with a small cloak of bright beige, and one plain clothed martial officer, who hung a thin sword on his red tea jacket beside him, kneeling.

"Hissing. Refia."

With that expressionless face, Marya has suddenly greeted me in a disfigurement.

Moshe, sitting in the chair next to Rifia, stiffened his body a lot. Moshe, sitting in a chair with Rifia, is in the upper seat, a step higher than the Maryas.

Refia turned into a face that looked like she had chewed down a bitter worm, distorting its beautiful face.

"Welcome. Lord Aeren."

Lifia had been informed in advance that the Grand Duke's envoy would be sent to hear an explanation regarding the bold measures recently put into effect at the Border Uncle family. A bold measure is a bond issued at the Border House.

Indeed, the royal family should have asked you that, it was of great importance.

As a precedent, on several occasions in the past, large ship owners in the Mediterranean have allegedly done similar things to raise funds when building new ships. Rifia also recently heard that from one of Alva's luxuries, but its precedent was also only very small when compared to the bond issue we made at the Borderline Uncle family this time.

That is why the Grand Duke's messenger also thought that a high ranking civilian with the title of Grand Duke would be sent.

Somehow, it was Marya Ehren, the court magician, who appeared before her.

I know that she is the milk sister of Grand Duke Petra Ladis and currently comes with Grand Duke and stays in Frontera.

But why would she...

"I'm talking about Bam bonds."

Marya abruptly, suddenly came to the point.

And he threw in a bomb.

"Ishr taught you, didn't he?"

"Knock."

Lifia's eyebrows rise.

That's it.

The shadow of the Grand Duke you see behind her.

Ishur was friends with Her Royal Highness the Grand Duchess, and he was kidding. I thought it would be half a lie......

Really? No, it means that the Grand Duke himself has a strong interest in Ishl.

They don't just care about the magic of the wind that Ishur has.

"As a matter of fact, is there anything wrong with that?

Lifia grinned lightly and said back to Marya.

"Mmm."

Now Marya made her look stronger.

"Ishur is a gentle child"

Marya's changing hands.

"That's why I taught you so much about the crime of killing Uncle Borderline."

……

Now it was time for Rifia to express her anger blatantly on the face.

It is disrespectful of you to let my father die. Why are you stepping in there?

"Ishr Bersch didn't hold a grudge against the Borderline Uncle himself in the first place. Sure."

Lifia deliberately breathed one breath there, opening between them.

"To me too."

Marya pushed silence.

I don't know what I'm thinking about that. I'm going to keep my eyes on Refia.

"I had fun with him on the road from Frontera to Fugo"

Marya gets hyperbolic.

"I fought a lot with Warcraft, and assassins from someone attacked me,"

Assassin? That's no way......

Refia's face turns bright blue.

"I am not comfortable walking the rough road. On the road, Ishul beat me up all the time."

Come on, what is it?

"Ha, then when I had him help me in Kusim, I had him too"

Marya's eyes open wide.

I shuddered as the magic wand she had swung.

"When I was staying in the village of Zola, it was often a horseback ride away with Ishur"

Not in the case of four or five more.

Refia decided to go on offense with some exaggeration.

"He's a bad horseback rider. I taught you how to handle it."

"Knock."

I could hear Marya's little groaning voice all the way to Rifia.

"... I was the first to meet Ishr at the Royal Magic Instructor"

And Mary turned her face unto him that was not, and looked away.

"That was just when he found out that many villagers were killed by Brigal in the village of Bersch"

So Marya has turned her big eyes to Refia.

"What do you think Ishur looked like then, what did Ishur look like then?

"Creeping."

Lifia ate up her teeth. That much, is that all you're going to say?

My father was also deeply involved in the events that knocked him down to the bottom of despair, which made Ishur look like that.

"… I do not resent Ishur"

Lifia could have even cried.

"... I am sorry for what my father did"

I'm sure I'll stare at Marya.

"Even if Ishur kills my father."

Lifia raised her voice. Her grievous voice echoes during the sight.

Different tensions persisted throughout the large hall.

"I… will not give up Ishur, for I have killed my father!!

I said it. I said it. That I've been patient with you. Things that bothered me.

You're the man who killed my father. Even though it's something you should never think about, such as putting your thoughts on the person who killed my father.

Tears build up in Lifia's eyeballs.

"... yes"

Did Marya even say that everything she had said and done so far was an act, following the usual quiet state of the vegetables?

"That's what this is all about."

……

Lifia glanced at both eyes.

Got hit? No way, this is why she came all the way out......

It wasn't about the balm bonds.

Grand Duke wants to see you.

Rifia dyed her face bright red in disgrace. Approximately, Marya has said in the usual unchallenged way.

"Come to Frontera? Petra wants to see you, too."

Her Highness the Grand Duchess... Right. So is she.

You mean the royal ones, their daughters of their age, want Ishur?

I'm sure that's not the only reason you can easily get the crown if you hold him in your hand.

Ishur is a great sinner who destroyed Brigal and his father. But not only the people, on the other hand, but also the heroes of the kingdom, where many nobles, lords, fulfilled their flashy enemies crying out for praise and drove away the Red Emperor Dragon.

As Petra's matrimonial partner, Ishl is well qualified.

I have to see Petra. We have to figure out how she feels. As I was struck by this, by Mary Aeren.

The colour of shame disappears on Rifia's cheek. Then something hot, unlike that, started running all over her body.

This forced Refia to go out to Frontera even though she didn't like it.

Even after the departure of the messengers of the Grand Duke, Rifia stood on the spot for a long time.

... What's a friend.

Ishur, Ishur! Ishl? Ishl......

He killed my father. My father has created a great inspiration, killing all his family and the people of his homeland.

You can't love him. Love doesn't allow anything.

I am the daughter of the Borderline House. You can't throw it out by deciding you didn't have everything.

Can I love the man who killed my own father? Is that acceptable?

Ishl might feel the same way.

But I can't give him up. In the meantime, I was drawn out my feelings by Marya Aeren. So easy.

... What am I supposed to do?

Grasp the fists of both hands.

A sharp noise ran as he picked up at the foot of Lifia.

There was a crack in the marble at her feet.

"Hih."

I heard a small scream from somewhere.

The chair beside her makes a fine noise with the clatter. Although the chair is not very luxurious for the time being, it is a sought-after chair that can only be seated by the owner of the Borderline House. It is the throne of the Borderline House.

There was a shivering Moshe sitting in that chair. He cried tears in both eyes, turning his face bright blue.

"Hmm?"

Lifia, why are you here? But in an atmosphere that seems to say, I turn my gaze towards my brother.

"Ah, sister, my eyes are red, ah, they are red..."

Moshe was frightened and called out to Lifia with a desperate body.

"I don't think that's a bad story, Sir Behm"

Hundreds of people at a time sit as men and women face each other during the glimpse of the Antios Palace, with their chairs tucked in the center of it, at such a distance that they can even talk to the public.

"I am acting head of the Borderline House. It is so called…"

And you two continue the conversation. That was a totally bizarre schematic.

"Oh, excuse me for this. So, as you can see"

The Grand Duke opened his hands and said.

"This time it was our story. This is not officially decided. You don't have to come to a conclusion right now, either, so take your time when you get back to Alva."

Henrik finished the errand and stretched his back with his legs together in such a way.

Lifia smiled and was careful not to be read into her heart.

About ten days after Marya's provocative visit, Rifia entered the Grand Duke's Castle in Frontera, in a small number less than ten, including the knight of the escort.

The sighting with the Grand Duke took place between sightings in the centre of Palazzo Anteios. It was done, but the Grand Duke greeted Lihuia, and his mouth was there, and he made his servants come with two legs of chair, and lowered each other's ministers, his servants, into separate chambers, and began to talk between them as they stood in broad sight.

There were two matters that the Grand Duke had talked about by Refia, the first being the free assistance of money. the transfer of a thousand flats and a thousand gold coins (ten million seals) free of charge.

A broken amount, not to say, but an amount that cannot be fooled for the Borderline Uncle family today. Besides, it's an assignment, so you don't need to refund it. However, an order was placed by the Grand Duke regarding the use.

"Right now, armaments are being put behind us at the Borderline House. In view of the current situation in your house, I cannot help it, but neither the Holy King nor the United Kingdom, the current situation in their neighbours, is very fragrant for the Kingdom. I would love for you to improve your strength as soon as possible."

The Grand Duke's offer was more robust to the Borderline House, as Lifia also expected, than a royal one, which Henrik himself would try to collar on. The Grand Duke did not say anything about how he convinced the court, nor about the loss of the four court magicians, especially to pursue the responsibility of the Borderline Uncle family. Henrik is going to sell thanks and crawl the Borderline House in front of the Grand Duke and tie it up in chains.

But you can't even turn down the Grand Duke's offer. It was not to be allowed in the present situation of the Borderline Uncle.

Refia managed to show joy and gratitude to the Grand Duke for his offer. I had no choice but to accept the Grand Duke's assistance.

The second business was talking about Lifia's marriage. The opponent was with a man of the Duke of Beervald family, with territory in the north, near the capital of the king. The Duke of Beervald family is also married by a princess from the royal family around the time of Kraes, the predecessor of Levelt Behm.

"Of course we're not talking about this right now. Lord Moshe is still between adults. In the current situation of the Borderline House, you must look at housekeeping for the time being. [M] In the future, if you become Beervald's wife and son, you will welcome him to the royal family as your adopted son."

Henrik had no cowardice and had already said it as if it were a matter of decision.

What Henrik's words meant was clarity in itself, which in a word meant that the magic apparatus of Rifia, the arrow of the martial arts, be returned to the royal family. The House of the Duke of Beervald is the same as the Borderline House, a family that is, by blood, a remote part of the royal family. Let the children of both families inherit the arrows of the martial arts, and the royal family receives the child.

Lifia had anticipated this as well.

However, it felt unexpected that the opponent was Beervald. Even now, in the court, of course, Henrik, the king's brother, is secretly engaged in a moderate majority work over the next king among various factions and forces, but Rifia wondered whether the Bervaldo family was on the side of Marius III, the current king, or Demetrio, the brother on one of Henrik's.

This is not just about the martial arts arrows. I myself am used as bait.

To Henrik's story, Rifia decided to pass silently with a serene expression on her face. Anyway, we're still ahead of us. I don't need to respond clearly right now.

Refia is widespread within and outside the kingdom and is known for its beauty and dizzying qualities. Every aristocrat, lord and lady would welcome her dowry with their hands up. I'm guessing Henrik is trying to feed off Rifia and take the Bervaldo family into his own right. Naturally, it will also be widely known that Henrik will take care of Rifia's dowry, which means that he has great influence over the Borderline Uncle family.

Ishur's face floats in Rifia's brain. Political marriage is normal if you were born in a noble house. But still, I can't help but think about Ishur.

Henrik, who broke down his posture and had a relaxed face there, began an unexpected story.

"You've never even seen a Bervaldo man before. But there's nothing to worry about. Couples' happiness depends on how much they can walk away from each other after being together."

That began with a cliché foreboding, like the mouth of anyone who was older.

About two hundred years ago, when the invasion of the United Kingdom into the kingdom was in full swing, the Count of Orbella, adjacent to the north of the House of the Duke of Beervald, was charged with insignificance with the United Kingdom. I don't know as much about its authenticity anymore, but at this time, with the royal decree, the Duke of Beervald hurried out his army, raided the castle of the Earl of Orbella, the castle fell once in a while, the Count himself and his sons were killed or captured and executed, and the Countess and one daughter were imprisoned.

Naturally the Counts of Orbella lost their territory and were expected to become Abandoned Counts, but problems arose there. The Earl's brother, who had been adopted by another family, challenged the royal disposition. Normally those who were silenced or objected to also ended up being punished, but the royal family could not ignore his objections because the person had one of the finest castle-building techniques in the kingdom.

Royal and court leaders had already put Yveda's sword, Lehne, into the battle against the United Kingdom at this time, drawing a blue picture of her building a strong line of defense in the northwestern part of the kingdom, the main battlefield with the United Kingdom, by building a group of interconnected castles. Count Orbella's brother, who excelled in the art of castle building, was a man who absolutely had to be part of the plan. The royal family accepted his request and decided to acknowledge the survival of the Count Orbella family.

The royal family first chose one of the surviving Count's daughters to marry one close to the royal family, or one with a strong loyalty, and chose a similar one from the neighboring climates for hindsight, to inherit about half of the former Count's territory from that daughter. But it's a bad fold, and it's hard to find someone who's the right person or age. There was only one person in the western part of the kingdom, in the vicinity of the King's Capital, who matched the conditions for her marriage, and only the second son of the Duke of Beervald family, who destroyed the Count of Orbella.

The royal family gave it to you in trouble, for some reason (because) the brother of the Count did not object, and forced one daughter of the Count and the second son of the Duke's family, the said marriage of the two. Moreover, it was decided to give a hindsight to the Duke of Beervald, the home of his second son, who dropped the Count's castle.

It's not obvious now, but a little while later, the territories were adjacent to each other, and the two of them, who were close in age, may already have been known patterns. Maybe the Count's brother didn't object because he knew about it.

I don't know when you two got married. but it is said that this couple, whose husbands were the ones who killed their wives' fathers and ministers, and whose wives were the ones whose fathers were killed by their husbands, later had many sons, and their husbands had no other side chambers, and lived amicably until late age.

……

When he finished speaking, the Grand Duke had a slightly all-inclusive grin on Lifia.

"Just got the name of the Duke of Beervald's house, right? Well, as you know, stories like this are not particularly uncommon for royal and aristocratic houses like ours."

"Ha, ha"

Refia felt her face a little feverish.

Why? Why not.

Why has the Grand Duke talked about this while he talks about his marriage to the Duke's family first?

Indeed, the Grand Duke may already know through Mary Aeren what I think of Ishur. But so why are we talking about this?

Now it's like...

Lifia glanced at the face of the Grand Duke, grinning softly.

Doesn't this seem as if it rather encourages you to accompany Ishl?

"Oh, of."

"See you later. Let's say we open dinner at home this evening. Right?"

Refia didn't know what she was trying to tell herself.

Henrik rolled her in smoke like that and left her alone, leaving just between glances.

The Grand Duke's tall shoe sounded lonely during his idle gaze.

"Is there no one"

Lifia opened the front kannon door herself between the glances and went outside.

Outside it is a wide blowout hall facing the entrance and exit of the palace. There was no man in the dim hall, neither the servants of Lihuia, nor the men of the Grand Duke.

Lifia began walking towards the center of the hall, no matter what.

Then suddenly one sign appeared in the left corner of the hall. Reflecting the light coming in and out of the entrance to the palace, there are two small shadows and one shadow a little taller in the back.

As Rifia approached that shadow, the two little shadows gave the girl, and the shadow in the back became the woman in the maid.

Lifia opened her eyes to surprise. The two girls have a magic wand diagonally on their usual black cloak, which she is also familiar with, Marya Aeren. The other......

"Hmm. That was Rifia Behm."

A little girl in a white dress with a cute silver tiara on her head.

Lifia knelt down at her.

This girl is Henrik's daughter, Petra Ladis. Definitely.

It was the first time she had met her grandson.

"Rumor has it, she's quite a beautiful daughter."

"This is the first time you see the ultimate in joy..."

"Okay, no painful greetings."

When Lifia raised her head, Petra stood right in front of her.

Petra's face as she overlooks Refia is close to showing off.

Petra told Lifia that she would have a pranky grin.

"My father would have offered to be boring again"

"Oh, no, that's"

Petra made that grin deeper on the rumbling rifia.

"Don't worry about what my father says. All of a sudden, you tell me that story."

I give Petra a hard jaw.

"I'm sorry you're going to marry Beervald. If you don't like it, there's a way.

……

Suddenly, Rifia can't put two sentences on Petra's words, which are bold and extreme.

"Don't leave your home. From Uncle Borderline."

Lifia glanced at Petra's face.

"I'll have a brother for that. Then you just have to get out of here and be free."

"... Oh, that's..."

Drain from the jazz family. That's not unusual or anything. When the children below the second son, who does not inherit the house, are adults, when the girl in that house is married. Sometimes, of course, a member of the clan commits some sin or is deported to protect the house.

Power or wealth in status. It also frees us from our responsibilities as rulers, instead of losing different things. It is also possible to return to your family's family's blood and ties just because you have left your home.

"The royal permission will be given to those who have done so, but the concubine will do something there."

"Ah..."

Refia found something bright spreading in her own mind that stunned her.

Not yet. Not yet. I have to take care of the survivors. We have to rebuild Kusim.

I must fulfill what I promised Ishur.

But then...

"I am free"

Lifia was small and small and snapped with a voice no one could hear.

The voice stuck with loud acoustics, no more in her heart.

"Do you know where Ishur is now?

Petra's eyes with big eyes are slightly blurred.

"Oh, that's..."

Lifia had also actually arranged for her own shadow man to look for Ishur's whereabouts. But although I am certain that I am in the Holy King's kingdom, I have only known its footsteps halfway. I haven't received a report.

"For God's sake, will you bring Ishur to his concubine once? I really need him to do something important."

Petra told Rifia where Ishur was.

"That would have something to do with the house, and it doesn't have to be now. How about around this year's harvest festival?

Different colors mix into Lifia's eyes that were just open.

Petra naturally knows what the House of the Holy King is doing. And Bionato's plan.

"Then it is. Lord Rifia."

Petra turns her heels without even responding to Rifia and walks east through the hall's main hallway connecting her to the hall.

Kneeling on the spot, Rifia silently dropped off Petra.

directed at the footsteps of the maid whose eyes follow.

"But you can't be alone. Refia."

Suddenly a voice was called from the side.

Marya stood beside Rifia with a slight grin on her usual faceless face.

Rifia, alone, went outside Antios Palace.

In front of her, the greenery of the oaks and the trees of the cuckoo spreading in beautiful appearance. Far away, you can see the castle hall with three large spires. The wind brought in a dark green smell.

"One day I will be free"

No, you can't just take what she said and do as she says.

Didn't Petra want to tell you to think freer and live, even if she talked about leaving her home?

Freedom…. From what? How?

What Ishur did. sin of the Father, and my sin.

Getting away from it is unacceptable.

But we can get over it.

What I seek. It's all one thing.

Lifia narrowed her eyes and looked to the sun.

There were thin clouds on the hot and shining sun. White, shining rays stretch in all directions from the abyss of its clouds.

Only if you love it.

On the other side of the benevolence, there must be Ishur.