Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

The shadow of the devil crossed the blue sky.

The moment that shadow overlapped with Ishl, the devil had shot the magic of the wind.

Ishur creates a magical wall of wind in the air, kicks that wall and changes direction diagonally, coming towards it to be an irregular wavelength, doing the magic unleashed by the devil.

Another demon opened his mouth over the rising Isul's head, scattering an unpleasant sound as if he were going to spit out diarrhea, unleashing the same magic.

Now a magical wall of wind appears right next to himself, and he pushes it as it is and pushes himself straight to the side. Ishur stuck his left hand out to the demon above him as he blew directly beside him. The demon's head blows up ahead at the same time as it sticks out. It feels like I paid for the devil's head with a lump that consolidated the magic of the wind. Yet another demon shoots magic from the top right diagonal and yet another demon from the back diagonal.

The devil cleverly combines the magic of the wind, feathers, tails, and little things similar to those bats, making the most subtle moves in the air. Small head, small horns protruding like a tumor, thin eyes, sharp fangs in the mouth with a large tear on the side. Hairless body, body color varies subtly from blue to gray, depending on solids. Slightly smaller than an adult human being, he has a lean and muscular body, but his strength and agility are better than those of a person.

And most importantly, he's weaker than himself, a monster with a strong addiction who loves to kill while playing with what he decides to be weak.

Ishur moved up as he increased his speed, avoiding the magic unleashed by the devil and drawing a spiral. The demons continue to occupy over Ishur's head.

It is surrounded by deep valleys with rocky mountain ridges. The Devil's Herd is trying to drive Ishur down to the bottom of the valley, eliminating his escape and stopping him.

Ishur repeatedly attacked while aiding the wind that kept him close to his body, the magic of the wind that covered himself and flew through the air, the walls that consolidated with the magic of the wind, and the magic that the devil unleashed by using them, perhaps gathering to kill Ishur with plenty of cladding, killing one too many swarms of demons at a time, intentionally between them.

Six for the rest. Is it time to tighten it?

Alarm, or so the oblique rear of Ishur, the magic of the wind unleashed by the demons above him rubbed his right arm obliquely.

Grr.

A strange sense of loss strikes Ishr, like being ripped through part of the built-in. It became a slight sense of despair and spread like a ripple through my mind.

Damn.

Ishur set up one wind magic wall after another in his hand on his feet as he rose, kicking the wall with his foot and pushing it with his arm to turn the curved rise of the helix into a random linear movement.

An assist of the wind covering Ishl's body, the magic of the wind that floats him in the air, they become walls and never take as much physical damage as the magic of the devil's wind blurred. But the magic unleashed by the devil was not just pushed out by consolidating the magic of the wind. There existed the magic of a spiritual system that damaged a person's heart, so that it was entangled in the wind magic of the body.

The magic of spiritual systems...... I guess games and novels from previous life are familiar magic.

Ishur takes the altitude, little by little, with certainty, avoiding the demons' attacks.

Even the magic of the spiritual system is considerably attenuated by the magic of Ishur's cohesive wind, but it has no effect enough to wipe out its power altogether.

Attack magic of spiritual systems. Very rare in this world, magic that directly and strongly affects a person's heart, unlike the kind of magic that the Spirit plays with illusion by man, magic that hurts and destroys a person's spirit, no one uses in a human wizard. I mean, the existence of such a magic device has not been confirmed. At best, to the extent that it affects the five senses of man, such as hiding and the magic of stray. The Spirit in general can also only use, in addition to them, the magic of sleep that slows down the workings of a person's mind, such as putting a human to sleep, obscuring, blurring part of his memory, etc.

It is said that the magic of the spiritual system, which strikes a direct blow to the spirit of man, only exists in a very small part of the dark magic of the desolate god Baltar, and in a part of the unsystematic magic relating to the five systems, the darkness, the king who unifies spirits other than light, the spiritual god Aprosius.

Like the little devil (Cobolt) and others in this world, demons that exist in reality as a kind of subrace are probably the only ones who come to use the magic of their spiritual systems. Some other demons may use the magic of spiritual systems, but until now it has not been clearly confirmed.

"Demons” flying in the sky and appearing devilish are called by “real” demons and humans.

As Ishur ascended to the altitude occupied by the demons, he tried to compress his lower body to maintain the blood flow in his upper body and soared at once. The devil is good at fine change of direction and steep descent, but the speed of flying horizontally through the sky is slow. The rise is also slow. The magic of the wind, which made fun of the magic of the spiritual system they release from their mouths and fingertips, also slows down as they release upwards.

As Ishur waved through the magic unleashed by more than one demon, he flipped into the shrimp at the end of the ascent, spreading his hands.

The sun brilliantly tastes Ishur's entire body. The magic of the wind fell from the sky.

Six demons that were floating in the sky downstairs, at the same time, trapped in the magic walls of the wind, no boxes or something better ——. When the devil flies through the sky, he balances his tail slightly stretched and in a mood. All of them, only the tip of their tails popped out of the magic box. Ishur "crushed" what was in the box, solidified by the magic of the wind as he fell, and winded a thousand broken tails to his side. He reached out his left hand in the air and grabbed the tail of six demons and landed on the appropriate scaffolding of Rock Mountain.

And then I turn my gaze to a few demons who were stuck on the other side of the valley and watching.

The demons, stared at by Ishur, made an unpleasant voice of treble, such as "kick, kick," and fled over the ridge of the mountain to the other side.

Ishur did it to the back of the valley, which stretched towards the northeast, looking away when he packed the devil's tail into a cloth bag that was hanging on his hips.

Eight in all. The next flock of demons fly towards Ishur.

Behind the valley, the nest of demons is scattered ahead of the valley bending east. They were coming to hunt for the humans who showed up at the garden end of their house. Apparently, you can use magic appropriately on Ishur, insulting him as the "playable" opponent.

"Well, let's go for another bottle"

Ishur kicked the earth and went toward that group of demons.

This day's harvest adds four more tails, ten in all. Be twenty pieces of holy gold. The other four killed in the middle of the fight and did not retrieve their tails.

Ishur followed one of the “hunting grounds” he had searched out exclusively for himself, descending southwest through the valley and resting briefly around the valley river with more trees.

A small or large stone lowers its hips to the grated river edge to ignite the fire, then crumbles the dried meat for a late lunch.

He listened to the sound of fresh water flowing by his buckwheat and healed the fatigue that had accumulated.

Of course, crushing Ishur's hunting ground, their multiple nests over there, which just fought the demons, all at once with the magic of a wind of great output, is without creation for him.

The Devil's Nest is located in Tamiya Cave on the cliffs of Rock Mountain. For example, Ishur tries his best to chop up a whole mountain and crumble and completely crush the interior of the cave, sticking a "hand" of wind magic into the cave and scratching it around. Simply sweeping the demons together would be fine, but Ishur is searching for and using a "hunting ground" to train his own magic battles. While other hunting grounds were around, Ishur had these trainings a few times a month. The next time you come to this hunting ground is about a month and a half away. To keep him alive and not kill him, to get him to be a practice bench as many times as he wants.

One of the reasons why the devil is eligible for a high bounty in his guild, and he's doing it to get money, is that Ishur was challenging the devils to fight the roundabout tomorrow to overcome his weaknesses, which he doesn't like better than that.

The battle against a flock of flying demons will also be over in no time if we lock them up and crush them to death, chopping them with walls hardened by the magic of the wind. I can instantly kill a bunch of ten or twenty demons, etc.

However, in situations where magic is actually used, especially in interpersonal combat, it is often simply impossible to push by force. That's what happened when you slaughtered Uncle Borderline, but you can't do that in some kind of battle, every time you fight, you get rampant regardless of the surrounding situation, and people and things that don't matter become dust, etc. Ishur lives in human society. I'm not trying to stop you from living.

Ishur was born after reincarnation with the reflex nerve there, the motor nerve. But his physique manages to be crowded, he has no outstanding sword talent, and he doesn't have any qualities that excel in body surgery. No matter how much training you acquire, you know it first. Then it would also be possible to outsmart them, if they made up for it and trained using extrahuman magic, sword geniuses, swordsmen and hunters with powerful martial arts magic implements, Ishur thought so, and in interpersonal fights decided to train against the devil feared by the dragon breed.

Ishur was confident in using massive and delicate magic in a training he had continued since he was a child who had acquired the magic tools of the wind. But he decided that he lacked the ability to fight multiple magic and martial arts caretakers without causing damage around him.

Ishur was aiming to overcome that weakness and become an absolute undefeated being, capable of winning on any occasion and against any opponent.

The fresh cold air rising from the river extinguishes physical and mental fatigue, while at the same time tightening and sharpening the thinking.

Ishur narrowed his eyes and stared at the flow of fresh water.

It's not necessarily like the other person is just a wizard, or a Red Emperor dragon-like being. In the future, it will also be possible for the other person to become a large organization, like the State or the Cathedral Church. They also use politics and their own authority for weapons.

Whatever power I have, I'm human. People can't live alone.

After the destruction of Brigal, he had negotiations with the royal family to help him crusade the Red Emperor Dragon in order to smoothly accomplish the objectives of the slaughter of Borderline Bo and the reconstruction of the village of Bersch. There was another reason for that, avoiding becoming useless hostilities with them and letting them not use their strategic political power over themselves. If I become just a traitor, I'll never be able to go home again. If you are considered an extremely evil person who will be appointed between nations, you will continue to be targeted for your life as you go, and there will be no place for me in the society in which people live.

Will we be able to gather and obtain information on other divine magic implements in such circumstances? Can we approach the gods?

"... but I don't want all men, all nations, to look good and be on the side of justice, etc."

From now on, we will subjugate our opponents unknowingly, protect ourselves from the powerful who attack us in secret, and there may be more darkness.

To do so, we need to overcome our weaknesses and become undefeated beings. Isn't that the only way to survive the divine magic fixture takeover to the end?

And most importantly.

That's not to forget the beginning.

Not to be swallowed up by the power of the gods in my hands.

Whether you look like a person to the end.

It's about remembering the sincerity I took from the people I've been involved with.

Ishur raised his face from the stream of the river and turned to the spreading green in front of him.

The season is already spring.

This is the eastern mountainous area of the Holy King. The appearance of the trees that have grown bright green, the vegetation of the land is a leafy forest that we used to see around the time of our previous life. Would latitude also be equivalent around central Japan and southern Europe in Europe?

Thus cooling on the river brings back memories of previous life. Not yet, no, that's not something that will disappear.

I've used memories, knowledge and experience from my past life as a weapon.

"Let's go. Time to go home, to the city of the sky."

Ishur jumped over the river when he stood up and disappeared behind the bushes in front of him.

The city of the sky, known as Krembel, is a common name for a city that stretches from the top of a rugged rocky mountain to its foothills, within the Holy King of Orst and counted among the sacraments of the Cathedral Church.

Ignoring the hunter's paths and trails in the mountains running like a noose, Ishur headed straight from his current location to Krembel in the northwest direction.

He leaps over the tree branches and mountain rocks onto the scaffold with the assistance of the wind and crosses the mountains with moderate ankle training. I shortened the itinerary to about half a day, which would otherwise take a few days on foot, and the next morning I stood at the top of a nearby mountain overlooking the city of the sky.

Beneath Ishl's eyes you can see the city of Krembel, brilliant in the morning sun and covered in deep shadows.

Ishur smiled at the cold breeze washing her cheeks.

Now the mountain winds blowing down into the valley as the sun rises are about to disappear. One of those last little winds flowed to wrap around Ishl.

The city of Krembel stretches into a complex mountain overlap, making it snappy. At the foothills of the lowlands, there are many common people living in the city, and among the trees there is a glimpse of the roofs and chimneys of rustic houses in the countryside. The middle belly is shredded with slopes and scattered with aristocratic inns, separate houses, that is, villas and luxury lodgings. As the altitude rises and approaches the top, the tall trees disappear, the steep slopes expose rocks by the way, and the summit is covered with sparse shrubs and sewers, consolidating the main temple of the diocesan church and the accommodation of the nobles and clerics visited, as well as the houses inhabited by cleric apprenticeships and underworkers.

And to the north of that mountain peak is the great gateway of stone. At the end of the gate, along the mountain ridge, a narrow road stretched far north.

Technically, the city of Krembel is not a sanctuary in itself. The “sanctuary” itself was at the end of the road stretching north of it, so to speak, on foot for about ten days.

There is another ridge that draws a gentle curve, so that it encloses the outside of the mountain with the main temple, from the east to the south, which is in front of the gates of that sanctuary. From its foothills to its middle belly, buildings large and small gather together. There were lodgings, the Hunter Guild of Cranbell, a stone fortress at the top of the mountain, and the quarters and dwellings of the knights and soldiers of the Knights of the Holy Kingdoms guarding the fortifications, and the rivers flowing in the valley were crossed by bridges connecting with the mountainside with the main temple.

Ishur had now rented a room in the house of an old woman working downstairs at the main temple on the summit of the mountain.

I'm sure Grandma asked for bread, potatoes and vegetable leaves.

Ishur saw the city at the front, stretching out at the foot of the mountain.

Then do you want to buy it in the morning market? Then leave your stuff and the guild will go after.

Ishur flew off the top of the mountain.

The morning sun illuminating the mountains edged black, covering the shadows of the flying Ishur with light.

"Grandma, Grandma!

There is one old woman in a dim house, with her back rounded and cloth repaired.

"I'm home. I'm home! Grandma!"

Ishur closes the door and steps into a messy house with one fireplace, kitchen and dining room. Ishur's room is upstairs.

"I bought the vegetables and the bread you asked for, in the morning market."

Ishur called out from the back of an old woman sitting in a small chair doing cloth repairs, trying to yell at her.

"Grandma, I'm home!

The old woman's back is stretched out all the time and turns to Ishl.

"Oh, welcome home, boy"

The name of the old woman, the Lord of this house, is Marena. The old woman is deaf.

Ishur was always talking to the old woman with a yelling voice.

Marena has smiled at Ishur. It is wrinkly and has several missing front teeth. But he looked gentle.

When Ishur gave me the vegetables he had bought in the city, I had bowed my head and thanked him many times.

"I'm always sorry. Thank you very much."

"I haven't had breakfast yet. Can you make something for me? Grandma."

"You say it's morning and there's still no way out? Since yesterday? Boy."

... Why is breakfast that way?

Ishur raised his voice again and repeated the same dialogue.

Marlena calls Ishur a boy, Ishur was a bribe to Marlena and rented a room upstairs in her residence. I was contracted for a pretty good amount of money: ten holy silver coins (thousand seals) in one month.

"I still have the soup I made in the morning, but if I warm it up, yeah."

"Yeah, yeah."

Ishur smiled at the old woman and made her snort loudly over and over again. That's better conveyed than spoken.

Marlena usually makes lunches for cleric apprenticeships with eight people in the temple and helps with other bribes. For this reason, Ishur had two meals in the morning and evening with Marena when he was not out hunting, and either cooked himself for lunch or had them mixed with the priestly apprentice boys of the temple. The clergy apprentice boys had more younger than Ishl, only one older than him, and the temple's underlying work itself was done by the boys in training.

Ishur then went into his own room upstairs, putting his bags down and leaving only the usual father's shape-shifting sword and knife intact, with a cloth bag with the devil's tail in his hand, to the Hunter Guild of Cranbell.

Why is Ishur staying at Krembel, which is considered a sacred site of the Cathedral Church, but also at the top where the main temple is located? There naturally was a reason why he chose the land, and quite a history of some coincidences overlapping.

Ishur crossed the border between the Kingdom of Ladis and the Holy Kingdom of Orst within the day he left Alva and entered the Holy King's country. Naturally, he avoided fortifications and checkpoints along the streets and entered the Holy King's kingdom through uninhabited mountains and forests. On that day he bought groceries in Nojuku, in the northern part of the Holy King the next day, in a city close to the border with the Kingdom of Ladis, in Gdar, and further south, stayed for a while in Harumel, the big city southeast of Theodore.

Ishur visited commercial and artisan guilds in the city, where he was introduced to handsome tanneries and garment artisans, with capes, jackets, belts and trousers bespoke. The cape is as thin as possible, but not bulky. The color is black. The jacket is a cowhide coat with a slightly shorter hem. Silhouette made it skinny, which was mainstream at the time in his previous life, being careful not to inhibit movement around his shoulders and arms as much as possible. I just put more pockets inside and out. Both the trousers and the line were made into fine, thick fabrics, which also added more pockets. Pockets were also added to the outer part of the thigh. The belt was also made to be the first thick of the width not seen in this world, and the buckle was made to be simple without any embellishment.

Two other small throwing knives, perforated leather gloves embedded with thin pieces of iron, and slightly fine ropes were aligned.

Both the new coat and trousers will be quite noticeable if worn.

Still, I didn't mind Ishr.

To the Holy kingdom, where the political situation will be destabilized from now on, the reason for nevertheless entering the country is, of course, to learn the magic of a certain wind from tradition and to increase knowledge. It was also necessary to acquire further magical combat measures and knowledge of other phylogenetic magic so that we would not have any trouble if we obtained magic equipment from other gods in the future.

As originally planned, Ishur was hoping to go to a land with a powerful hunter guild in the mountainous areas of the Holy King's kingdom and gain access to powerful wizards gathered there.

He deplored the fact that, even if his name was false, he could be involved in every hassle, depending on the circumstances, in the matter of the village of Zola. Then as his real name stood, he thought it would be more likely that he would get to know a powerful wizard, even though he might be feared and repelled as a great wizard who had left the Red Emperor Dragon, on the other hand, in a position of interest or solicitation.

If anyone comes for life, they can just retreat, and if that's the mighty enemy, it's more of a good experience.

I didn't have to force myself to stand out, but I didn't have to hide it, so from now on, I wanted to get my own, user-friendly clothes and accessories, even if it was somewhat eye-catching.

During his stay in Harnmel, he changed the inn every few days, recalled the Spirit from the first day and was vigilant around the night, but there was no suspicious movement at all. At least there was no sign that anyone using magic was tailing, watching.

Ishur spoke often with the servants of the Inn until he could do what he had ordered, put his face on the city, went to the drinker, and gathered information on the Holy King.

So raised to the candidate was a city called Krembel, which the Cathedral Church ordained to be a sacred place. Krembel is about four hundred miles (scar, about two hundred and sixty km) east of Estofol, the capital of the Holy Land. Naturally there are hunter guilds, but what Ishl noted was that Krembel is considered a cathedral sanctuary, for that reason.

There is a quartz mine at the back of the mountain about ten days further on foot from Krembel, where various crystals such as purple and yellow crystals are produced. Those crystals are transported to Estofol, where the main mountain of the Cathedral Church is located, and when processed as gems, they become magic implements at the base of the main temple. In other words, the quartz mine behind Krembel is producing a powerful raw material for magic fixtures, which is why Krembel was designated a sanctuary by the Church.

I suppose its quartz mine body should be considered a “sanctuary," but the detailed location was naturally hidden, plus to the mine, in addition to the rugged mountain path, along the way, there were dangerous areas where many powerful warcraft, such as fire dragons, ground dragons, and demons, could not be easily approached by even the skilled hunters.

The Cathedral Church, with the cooperation of the Holy Kingdom, is usually to organize its troops twice a year with leading magicians, knights and clerics and send them to mines to transport the raw stones of the various crystals. At that time, mercenaries may be hired in Krembell to boost their power, and powerful magicians and hunters will be gathered from all over the country during that time.

And because Krembel is a sanctuary, a significant number of pilgrims also visit, although mainly limited within the Holy Kingdom. Especially in summer, nobles also visit from the Sacred Capital, often for long periods of time.

Seasonal, but also aristocratic, because it is a sanctuary, brings together magicians and flush wizards. It's a mountainous area, so you can hunt warcraft and earn money. A fire dragon would also be some addition to the training.

Isn't this the best place for my purpose?

Ishur decided to Krembel where he was headed, and when he had all the coats and other items he had ordered, he went to the Merchant Guild the day he left Harnmel and sent letters to Seville and Imal and other Chamber of Commerce people, Marya and Petra, who would now be in Ellistar, with Frontera Chamber of Commerce head office closures.

I wrote down to Seville and the others the battle against the Red Emperor Dragon and the slaying of Borderline Uncle to end the enemies of the village of Bersch, to the Maryas the request to go to the Holy King's kingdom, the request to rebuild the village of Bersch, and the request not to interfere from there because I will one day go to show my face.

If it is addressed to the Frontera Chamber of Commerce head office, the more letters you send out from the Merchant Guild, the more certain the country will arrive. If a letter were delivered to the Frontera Chamber of Commerce headquarters, Furnane's brother, Lerdo, would take it back as a good idea. There must be a connection with the Grand Duke.

The royal family can tell me that I was staying in Hurnmel, but I'm not willing to hide it through either, and I can't do that.

When Ishur departed from Harumel, the succession struggle of the next king would be intensified, avoiding the holy capital Estofol and going straight to the sanctuary Krembel in the mountains.

Some time after arriving at Krembel, the pilgrims of wealthy merchants and peasants often stayed in medium-class lodgings, but even a month or so after they began to show their faces in the Hunter Guild, the envoys of the marginal but soon-to-be-heared Holy Capital luxuries and aristocrats, prominent hunters active elsewhere, and mercenary regiments began to visit Ishur's.

But all of them felt a groan or seemed to have nothing to do with a powerful wind wizard, and Ishur turned down all their invitations. The solicitation of nobility and luxury, in a nutshell, was to do the caution stick, but it was inevitable that if we got to them, we would be involved in the battle for succession to the throne that was going on in the Holy City, and there were no wizards of the wind in the party of eminent hunters, and it was nothing appealing to Ishur to hunt all over the earth dragons in the southern part of the Holy Kingdom they were rooting for.

It was a convenient story for only the mercenaries to visit the Mediterranean countries while escorting the mercenaries, to hire them to good conditions, and if Isul was there, he could pluck a lot of money.

Around that time, the innkeeper's husband spoke to Ishur, who had begun to get fed up. That was the story of a room in the house of an old woman who lived and worked in the main temple on the summit of the mountain. The old woman was a distant relative of the master of the inn, and the temple chief also had an interest in Ishur, which meant allowing Ishur to rent into the old woman's house for an intermittent period.

According to the master of the Inn, the inhabited areas of the priests, including the temple chief, as well as those working under the temple, such as clerical apprenticeships and old women, are in the back of the main temple, on the back, and on the side of the gates to the sanctuary, usually in the inaccessible places of pilgrims visiting the temple, nobles and priests visiting from the Holy City.

In other words, if I borrowed it from the old woman's house, there would be no visitors to Ishur to solicit it except those authorized by the temple chief, or those in a higher position than the temple chief. Of course, it doesn't matter when he's out of the temple.

Ishur rode the innkeeper's invitation and was to rent it to the old lady's house intermittently. It is said that the highest elevation of the mountain with the main temple is two miles (two scars, about three hundred to four hundred m). The surrounding area is a cliff to the middle belly of the mountain, several stairs, with no other path but to turn back and go up and down again and again. Ishur was to live in the highest part of the city of Krembel, not to say exaggerated, exactly in the sky in this world.

The Hunter Guild of Cranbell is in the middle of a ridge that faces the mountain with its main temple surrounded from its east side to its south side. The front appears to be three-story wooden ocean lacquered, the back trimmed through the slopes of the rocky mountains, and some stoned. It was one of the most prominent buildings in the city that was built to snap.

Ishur walked straight through the city full of stairs and slopes at one point, ignored at one point and jumped and jumped and headed for the guild. The guild was also ahead of us when we climbed the stairs from the middle of the ramp. Cranbell's guild wasn't that big in front of the building either, but it was in the square, and several hunters stood talkin '.

As Ishur walked towards the door of the building, they turned a slight gaze as he spoke. Ishur didn't even stop, opening a wooden door with a sturdy iron frame.

Once inside, there is a counter with the season on the right towards it, and space on the left, with several chairs and round tables arranged. The officials of the guild, who were speaking to the table, and the residents of the city, whether they were the client or not, have turned their faces to Ishl. A man who seems to be the client will have a little face for a moment.

Ishur ignores it too and walks toward the counter. Several hunters who were standing in the back also stop chatting and stare at Ishl.

At the foot of Ishur, by the way, the dark red tea floorboards cringed no, ringing all the time.

The time is about midmorning, after many hours of morning hunters and others. There were not so many people in the guild, but everyone has turned their attention to Ishl. Every time this happened, Ishur got used to it.

Trousers on a skinny black coat, a boy with a one-handed sword hanging from his waist that wasn't so big, quite remarkable in appearance, but a month or so after Isle began to show his face to the Hunter Guild of Cranbell, the city people also knew that he was the same person who had the legendary wind magic fixture and chased away the Red Emperor Dragon, and at the time they were all stunned by just seeing Isle, turning their backs. And after a few months, it became soggy enough to be seen.

When he first went to Hunter Guild, before and after registering, there were some bad bounty hunters who had teased him, but they were all teased by Ishur, and when he first submitted the proof site of his prey, none of them teased Ishur anymore, any more.

The story of Ishur, who submitted to the Guild Clerk, who was always the subject of a crusade and had a huge bounty, which also deserved more than one proof spot, not only added some exaggeration to the bounty hunters, but also spread occasionally among the city's people.

It also became a calling water for rumors that Ishur was the one who had the sword of Yveda and chased away the Red Emperor Dragon.

When his identity became known to the city's people and hunters, they all stopped approaching him for fear of Ishur, who still falsely falsified his name and regretted that it would have been better to have been hunting around the merchant escort and little devil (Kobolt) like that, all the more so when the number of wizards was not so high even in the Hunter Guild of Krembel, and he became a powerful wizard, and even if Ishur was repelled from them, it did not seem to have much effect on Ishur's purpose.

When Krembel's stay was longer and the city's people were relieved of tension, Ishur settled in the same guild, speaking thoughtfully to the wizard man of the only wind lineage who had a reputation for his strength, and became much more of a stand-up if he saw him occasionally in the guild and throughout the city.

But the man was nearly fifty years old now, and to speak he meant that his master had died a long time ago, and that he had not had a very good relationship with his master in his lifetime, and that he was also out of touch with those who inherited the traces. Ishur also thought about apprenticing to the man, but he had a goal in his own party of being a deputy leader of ancient ginseng, making a solid fortune in Krembel, where many warcraft would sink if he went into the back of the mountain, and slowly wanting to return to the Mediterranean kingdom where he served when he was younger and live the rest of his life, and he didn't seem to answer Ishur's hopes.

Ishur further considered putting out a lot of money against him and hiring him as a dedicated magic teacher, so to speak, if he just wanted to make money, but thought it was not a good idea to force the man to pull through and produce useless lullabies among them, and in the end decided to give up about the man, who was just one in the Krembel guild and was supposedly a wind wizard with strength there.

I also tried to speak to the wizards outside the wind lineage, who I think have other strength there, but they also did not know any wind wizards who would take disciples.

It just doesn't mean, of course, that this will give you all the time off. For the first time this year, the Cathedral Church is approaching its due date, transporting crystal raw stones from the quartz mine to the Holy City. That day is set for next month, an auspicious day in early Spring January (April).

It's about time the hunters came together from all over the place.

Besides. In the summer many nobles come to Krembel on pilgrimages to take shelter. If you are an intermediate or higher aristocrat, you will often be served by a wizard of considerable strength and accompanied by a principals and family escort.

Not yet, but rather the chances are coming.

As Ishur stood in front of the guild's counter, he silently glanced at the guild's officials in the administrative space behind the counter.

An official of a young woman, who was closest to Ishur, comes before him.

As old as Ishl is, he has bright hair tips curled inside that are long enough to take on his shoulders.

The color of the eyes is dark, the eyes are slightly connected, and I think I feel strong. I've spoken to her several times before.

The name is definitely Signe. She is a daughter who is able to help out of the neighborhood, not a regular official.

I have to be able to read and write, so I guess the local rich merchant's house or the guild chief's edge, or something like that.

Guilds are also available at this time of year, so there are many apprentices and helpers, and few regular staff.

"Hello, Mr. Ischl"

Signe doesn't care about Ishul, about magic or the Red Emperor Dragon, or because of his character, he doesn't fear Ishul.

"Long time no see. Signe."

Even when Ishur greeted her lovingly, she did not show any particular reaction, either something about Ishur and the other registered hunters, or this week's books, or a paper-bound booklet was removed from the back of the counter and turned to a pepper.

Keep your gaze down and I'll tell Ishl.

"Are you the usual crusading warcraft exorcism? Then show me the proof area."

With a slightly saggy grin, Ishur took the devil's tail out of the cloth bag he had in his left hand.

It's almost time for a whole day and my tail is stiff. A total of ten devil tails cut off from the way in.

All this time, Signe's eyes open wide. The other officials, as well as the hunters who were on the edge, approached me at some point and looked at the tail of the devil arranged on the counter with amazement.

"You have ten devil's tails in all. It will be twenty holy gold coins."

Once he turned around and checked with the elderly official, Signe once again turned his face to Ishl and said:

"Oh."

When Ishur nods, Signe disappears once to an elderly official and to a room in the back left of the room and returns with twenty pieces of gold coins in a silver basin.

From the hunters who were nearby I hear a small "oh" and a mixed exclamation with a sigh.

For humans, demons are powerful enemies to dragon species around here. The amount of prizes offered jointly by the Alliance, that is, the Holy King's House, the Cathedral Church, and, in some lords and regions, the Mercantile, and the Mercantile Farmers, is also large.

The devil gets two Holy Gold coins per person, and ten for Fire Dragon.

"I'd like to ask you something, Mr. Ischl."

Rarely has Signe asked me questions while offering Ishl a basin with gold coins on it.

"I hear Mr. Ishur is very strong. So why don't you exorcise the whole demon's nest? When you look at the books, it's eight on the devil's tail last time, and ten on the same last time."

She has said bold things because she is not a regular official with help or because she has little knowledge, exorcising the whole demon nest, etc. The Devil's Nest is usually in harsh terrain. When it comes to total crushing, it takes more than one wizard and an army of hundreds. It is also quite difficult to hunt one demon in a concurrent partay without benefiting from a variety of favourable conditions, such as, for example, attracting him to the woods, dropping the camouflaged nets and depriving him of his freedom of movement and stopping him.

There was a subtle air of slight tension around him in Signe's question.

Ishur answered, smiling, aware of those around her more than she herself.

"It's easy to dispose of them in their entirety, but then, it's hard to get a proof site and I don't get paid. And."

Ishur said with a soft smile, in a tone that the teacher would teach the students.

"If the demons are no longer in that area, another warcraft may emerge more in the back of the mountain instead. Living a little further north than the demons, a flock of Fire Dragons may advance and create a territory"

Ishur said with a little force in his eyes looking into Signe's eyes.

"Animals and warcraft all live in subtle equilibrium with each other. Sometimes breaking them makes things more inconvenient for us humans."

What Ishur said is that any hunter, guild worker or village hunter with experience knows anyway.

It was a little difficult to say Ishur, distracting himself from the signal he snorted at in his disapproval, and Ishur poured the gold coin straight out of the counter into the bag where he was putting the devil's tail.

The real demons aren't them. It's not like that. That's more of a human, no, it's me.

What I told Signe is true. But I'm a liar.

I don't even think about natural ecosystems. Money kills second only to raise his fighting skills, because he just doesn't dare to kill them all.

"Hissing, Ishur. Is this training a demon hunt, too?

When Ishur left the guild, there was a face-to-face woman outside and a member of the party to which she belonged.

Ishur looked bored and turned to the woman with a mixed eye of slight contempt.

There is also a "liar” here.

The woman was dressed as a common hunter as she was then, wearing a distinctive black gauntlet on her left arm. He has long black hair tied back and ponytailed.

She was the woman Ishur had been tailing on his way to the village of Zola to rescue Rifia in Kusim.