Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

Emilia has also been gazing at Ishl.

Her dark brown eyes reflect the dark outline of Ishur's face.

"Our task is to protect the Holy Stone Professor as a bounty hunter's party and to transport the Holy Stone safely to Krembel. To that end, to invite you to join our party. Just these two."

She looked straight in the eye and ran out of words.

What is behind that eye?

She looks like she's telling the truth.

Can I believe it? Or is it a lie? Are you hiding something?

... it's like being tested by herself in her eyes.

My abilities, my instrumentation, that sort of thing.

No, it's my heart.

"You're stubborn, Emilia"

I deliberately sharpen my gaze and raise my jaw so that I can look down at her face from above.

"You didn't forget what I said when I caught you following me back then, did you? Don't touch me."

I look her in the eye for a little while.

I said, "If I can't hear you, it's war with your country."

The Rabenas approach from behind in weary footsteps.

I turn my neck around, I raise them, and I return my gaze to Emilia.

"To show off to your superiors, you can kill them all here and now. What do you say we throw your bodies into the purple tip crystal cathedral? If the Spirit helps us, we can't even get to the Holy Capital."

"Oh no..."

The colour of despair and condemnation displays in Emilia's eyes. But.

"But I can't help it."

It's just that she said that and pushed silently.

Keep your eyes open. Even after I say it. He keeps staring me in the eye.

Like complaining about something.

Even if I kill you, is that what you have to do?

... right.

I can't tell you.

Even if they try to take their own lives.

There is something. These guys are hiding something.

Kill me? Keep me under control?

Or is there something in Professor Holy Stone? A trap? Or are you trying to pull me over there and do something completely different? What's wrong with me?

... So it's a color trick? Are you the executives of the Purple Spike Crystal or are the people of the Holy King's family that stupid?

I don't know, something's not right. It's a chig hug.

Ishur eased his expression and relieved the tension. Reaching out, he wiped the mud on Emilia's cheek with his fingertips.

"Guys, your faces are muddy, right? Because of the beauty. You should wash your face in the river."

Ishur stood up and turned to Rabena and the twins as well.

Erase the magical walls of the surrounding wind.

"... yeah. Thanks."

Emilia smiled and said she was relieved that Ishur had taken away the magic wall.

The women walk towards the river.

"You can't."

A little late, Ishr grabbed Kurt's arm trying to get there.

"What's this all about?

Ishur changed the subject of the question to an old man sitting in front of him.

Kurt is dropping his shoulders somewhat and lowering his hips to the trunk of the tree that the earth dragon knocked down.

Ishur is sitting back on an affordable rock protruding from the ground.

"It's a mission that's not worth risking your life on, is it? And yet, why did you do such a stupid color trick?

The two were relative at a moderate distance.

"The color trick is not my idea. I heard that the magic of the desolate god doesn't work, either, because it's a cautious Mitsuhito. I didn't want the Spirit to keep an eye on me this time. That's all I have left."

"What is the magic of the desolate god about Endora's raid? You tried to kill me again."

Ishur pulled his jaw and glanced at Kurt to the top and bottom.

"No, no, no. No one's thinking about that. Who the hell can kill your lord who left the Red Emperor Dragon?"

To Ishl, who turned a stern gaze, Kurt faltered his body and denied it in a great panic.

It is true that Endra's raid was on the road to Fugo, in the village of Rudol. That was before we fought the Red Emperor Dragon.

"Are those beauties your candidates? Are you a purple tip crystal executive?"

"No, no, no. There's only so much left to do. That's what I said above. So those girls were chosen."

Kurt said from an ill-defined looking face to a serious face.

"As Lord Emilia said, we have no other choice. I really need your help, that's all."

Hmm.... then.

Ishur makes a crooked grin on Kurt to show.

"But I have a grudge against you. Your chief who tried to kill me, or Bionato? You can't forgive them."

Stare at Coot's face and stay between.

"We have to kill them early. He might come after me again. You have to put on a bully."

Kurt's eyes open only slightly.

Mustache on short gray hair. Countless fine wrinkles are engraved on the face burned in the day.

"Killing Bionato now is going to be a big deal. Will it be a civil unrest among the princes?

……

Sweat floating on my forehead. Fine wrinkles that stop by the side of the nose.

But Kurt just had a thin grin.

Ishur stared inside, surprised, at Kurt's face.

It's like someone else.

Did the old man in front of you just take what I said as a threat?

The light in your eyes when you said you had no choice Emilia. That comes to mind.

No. This...

"Geez, geez"

"Come on, no. Don't touch it. No!"

It was then.

I heard yellow voices coming from the river.

And the river water bouncing Pasha Pasha, also slightly.

"Oh, Lord Ishur! Your stomachs are full of bathers!

Whether Coot was acting or vegetarian, he stood up for momentum.

"Well, why don't you come and see it with me? Maybe a little bit. If your lord is with you, don't be afraid to fight back."

He approaches his joyful face and dives into his voice and says:

... this old porn guy.

Ishur drowned disappointingly. Two things and anger gush from the bottom of my chest.

Those guys..., you weren't there to wash your face!

You were in the realm of life and death just now.

With this tight air, what do you think I was thinking right now? I thought I figured something out.

"Tsu, Sword Palace!

Dirhild, who had been a little distant and vigilant around me, flew in a panic to Ishur, who stood up shaking his face blue.

"Come on, we can't stay here. You shouldn't!

The Spirit, who cut down the earth dragon with a knife, has threatened to stop Ishur.

"Then let's go home. Ishl."

Emilia has a very clear face, but she speaks strangely familiarly.

……

Ishur turned his resentful face to Emilia as she sat on the same rock.

This weather.

Rabena and her twins Pilsa and Puri also seem to feel very good. The skin is refreshing and looks even more polished by the beauty from the beginning.

Glad you could take a bath.

Ishur turned to the body of the earth dragon, and let them sneeze their jaws.

"Scale around the neck of the dragon, don't you have to take it? That's gonna be good money."

Ten gold coins if you take the claws and fangs of the dragon to your guild. I wonder if the scales would be a few silver coins per torso and dozens around the neck.

"Ah. You shouldn't! If it's already Ishul. Say it quickly."

Emilia reacted first.

Why should I be told that much?

"Oh, yeah, I did."

"Oh."

"Ouch."

"Ouch."

Thereafter they became sweaty and pulled off the scales around the neck of the dragon with only a knife in hand. Peeling dragon scales requires proper tools, such as hammers and hammers (only).

You should have taken a bath later.

Ishur did not join the scales.

"Don't you want Ishr?

Riding over the neck of the ground dragon overturned, Emilia asks with her face facing this way.

"I don't want it. Because I'm not in trouble for money."

"I'm listening. Every time I go hunting, I bring back dozens of devil's tails or something"

I've never brought it back so much. By and large, the rumors of this hand get a little louder.

Speaking of demons......

I look into the sky for a moment.

Ishur ignored Kurt's words and stood up and pointed to the northern sky and said:

I thought it was time to show up.

"It's a bunch of demons. You noticed the dragon is dead."

"Eh."

Emilia and the others look up at the northern sky a little bit.

Under the blue sky, the area around the mountains is starting to stain light and red. It's time for the evening. About ten demons in that sky come this way with their wings flapping.

The distance is about five hundred long steps (skull, about three hundred m). I guess he came back either smelling the blood of the dragon rather than the dragon dying and returning to his nest, or hearing the sounds of his seemingly painful ringing. It should be more important for them to play with the dragon's body than to secure their previous nest.

They eat even worms, both men and warcraft, if they move, but they don't know if they eat even dragons full of muscle.

"What are we going to do?

I don't know if it's Pilsa or Puri, one of the twins, a little insecure —— has asked.

Deep blue eyes are slightly moist. You think you're going to be forced to fight again, you seem a little nervous.

"Sword Palace, I am"

Dillhild, who was floating on Ishl's diagonal, calls out.

Dillhild is always right at the fold.

"No. I'll do it"

When Ishur turned his face to the flying demon, he stretched his right hand steadily. Turn your palms toward the devil and spread your fingers.

Ishur's right arm is directed at the devil, but it is that spiritual, windy magic in the realm of God that his hand is about to grasp.

When Ishur grabbed the magical mass of wind as usual, he brought it down to this world. And he split it it into multiple pieces, and let them all be consolidated in the shape of the eartips of the spears, and pierced them from above the devils, and dropped them.

At the same time, all demons are finely crushed in an instant, and shattered chunks of meat fall flat underneath.

The magical mass of restrained wind is unleashed, becoming a strong breeze around and diffusing.

The faces of the purple sharp crystals stared at the sky in silence.

The wind rang, and a gust of wind blew through the Ishurs for only a moment.

Ishur turned his gaze toward the cave of the cliff where the devil's nest seemed.

It wasn't a very useless hunting ground, but you can't be here anymore.

"I guess it's time. Let's leave before the sun sets."

Ishur spoke to Emilia as she turned her back on him and kept looking up at the northern sky.

"Oh, yeah. Ha ha."

Everyone snorted, smiling thinly at Ishur.

Two days later, when I returned to the front of the Hunter Guild in Cranbell, Emilia naturally spoke out in the wind.

"Well, it's nice to see you from now on. Ishl."

Emilia smiles. Rabena and the others look happy, bright.

Ishur laughed thinly at them like that and said.

"Who told you I was going to your party? I didn't say a word of that."

On his way home from the guild, on a bridge between a mountain with the main temple and a mountain with the guild, Ishur spoke to the spirit of the wind he had recalled.

"Dillhild. Thank you for the last four days. I took care of you."

A soft river sound climbs from under the bridge. A breeze flows through the Valley River, mixed with the smell of young leaves and river water.

"No. It's not about the Sword Palace being concerned"

Dilhild said he would gaze at Ishl.

"... those aren't so bad, are they?

The Sword Palace had those men in harm's way, but in advance, Dilhild had said the last thing unexpected.

"I didn't feel distracted from them"

I hear the river spiral.

Emilia's eyes. A glimpse of Coot's bitter smile. Something hidden there......

The Spirit disappears into the wind.

That's not how it works.

Ishur stared into the hollow, a painting of the sky in which Dilhild disappeared.

... even if their purpose is legitimate or by high will.

If that's what teased you about the succession to the throne of the Holy King, it can't be involved.

They are the shadow-workers of the Holy Kingdom.

Ishur, with a bitter look, dropped his gaze on the river flow in the Valley River.

The water sounds light. Let the smell of the wind shift with time.

Krembel's Yamano doesn't know anything about Ishur, but it's getting a little warmer every day.

Upon intense sarcasm upon Emilia and her usual solicitation, Ishur returned to the house of Mrs. Marena, whom she owed intermittently, to dine alone and sleep alone in her own room.

Wake up by the time the sun leans west, break the firewood, go to the temple of the Lord and get water full of bottles. At the summit of the mountain there is just one deep-dug well in the temple. Many things, including water, are transported by stairs or using lifts that are raised and lowered by donkeys and people, provided on cliffs at the top of the mountain. Offering to the elderly Marena, the buyout and strength work to the city at the foot of the mountain was done mainly by Ishur.

In the meantime, Marlena also returns from the temple and begins to prepare dinner shortly after she rests. When the sun goes down, Ishur puts fire in the fireplace. In this season, still at the top of the mountain, the night cools down.

Dinner is served in Marena's living room and dining room on the ground floor, with two small tables surrounded. Today, or almost every day, the same, bread in vegetable and meat soup. It is accompanied by vegetable vinegar pickles and fermented livestock milk like cheese.

The soup remains potov if you say so in previous life. In the upper classes such as aristocracy and rich merchants, the utensils are removed and served on a flat plate, eaten with sauce, etc.

"Grandma, it's spring. It's getting a little warmer on the mountain."

"Yeah, yeah."

Marlena grins and nods at Ishur, who said it a little louder.

Grandma, you're not hearing me. Somehow he's just hammering appropriately in the atmosphere.

……

Ishur also made Marena laugh.

The routine that has been repeated over the past few months.

The usual. I'm used to it.

Ishur put his hands on the soup, feeling the usual warmth that crept into his chest as he gave up.

Nothing. Daily. How important is that?

Hmm?

Ishur looked like he was doing it.

Unusual, uncomfortable. Same flavor but different utensils. Better flesh than usual, big cut meat.

Ishur sliced a slice of meat cut from the soup against Marena and showed it.

"Today's soup is better than usual, you have good meat!

Point to the meat on the spoon and speak again a little louder.

"Oh. Next time, there will be a lot of people in the temple. Apprenticeships don't give me a clue."

Marlena's grin remains the same.

"Heh, that's good to hear. Grandma!"

Ishur chuckled loudly again and nodded back again and again.

Right. Finally.

"Grandma's soup is always delicious, but it's special today.... special."

Ishur said somewhat silently.

"Yeah, yeah."

Marlena hammers appropriately again.

Ishur smiled and showed again.

The next morning, Ishl headed to the Hunter Guild.

First I tried to ask the Temple apprentice clergy somewhat, but Ishur shrugged away because they all seemed busy working and decided to go to the Hunter Guild. Outreach There may already be a request form for a Quartz mine crude stone transport escort.

When Ishur walked up the stairs and stood in the square in front of the guild, it was clear that there were more hunters there than usual.

I wonder if I got a request form for this.

As we approached the door of the guild where Ishur was left open, Emilia and the others just came out of the inside.

"Oh, good morning. Ishl."

……

Ishur answers nothing, although he turns his gaze to them.

Emilia once again brings her body to Ishl's.

I'm willing to solicit you again without sexual punishment.

Ishur, although he goes out on a demon hunt a few times a month, had his face on the Hunter Guild early in the morning and still every few days during the hours many of the hunters visited. I will also look at the requisition form, but to see if the hunters who visited the guild have any wizards who do not know Ishur, or to talk to the wizards who have been eyeing them for a long time, so that I can get to know them face-to-face.

About ten days after they showed up at the Hunter Guild in Cranbell. Even after Ishur forced me to fight the Dragon twice or three times before, I still don't try to stop him from persevering in soliciting me.

Plus, I bowl in with them for no reason when Ishur shows his face to the guild. It's also outside the guild building, or nearby, and we often meet when we can go home.

Ishur looked sharply at Emilia's face.

I have a slightly different discomfort from my usual expression today. I feel something in my eyes.

They know that Ishur owes it to the summit of Krembel, to the house of a servant who works in the main temple. And you'll also be sure to be somewhat monitoring Ishur's movements. By the way, they never come to visit the Lord's Temple to see Ishur. They're only purple tip crystal shadowy bodies, I guess they can't even do that if they want to.

But today it became a bowl of bowls just in front of the building door of the guild, where they would come out.

After all, something happened in the Alliance today.

"Hey, what are you going to do at the entrance and exit of the guild? It would get in the way of the other one. Maybe we should move the place."

Ishur told Emilia so and let her jaw wave outside the guild building, toward the stairs.

"Oh, yeah."

Emilia leaves Ishur and heads towards the stairs. Kurt, Rabena, and the twins also continue.

Ishur did not follow them there, but instead went inside the building of the guild.

"Oh, hey! sloppy."

I could hear Emilia screaming behind me, but Ishur naturally ignored it.

Whether they have anything or don't want the guild officials to see where they're soliciting them, they hardly talk to Ishl in the guild building. However, other hunters and bounty hunters don't talk much into it within the guild.

There were more hunters in the building today than usual.

Looks like there's no such thing as an eye-catching new-faced wizard.

Ishur scratched the crowd with hunters as he went inside and headed towards the counter.

All the officials of the guild were being pursued by the response of the other hunters, and no one was there to receive Ishur, even if Ishur had come to the front of the counter. Ishur waited on the spot for a while and asked a handy official to speak up and show him the request form. The Hunter Guild requisition form summarises the Warcraft Crusade requests that are constantly issued, as well as the time-designated ones, divided into two types, each of which is a booklet tied together with a string.

The original is solid with a hard cover of leather with wooden and iron plates on the core, kept by the guild leader, visible only to executives such as lords, commercial guilds and the city's leading players. Browsing for hunters, bounty hunters, and guild staff in general will be a refrain from writing an original that will be made about a few copies. Of course, it doesn't have a leather cover.

When Ishur received a booklet of the request form from a middle-aged male employee with a familiar face, he glanced at it from the rearmost, or newest slip.

The slip was on the second one from behind. The client is the Second Temple of Cranbell. A second temple is a normal temple, all over the city at the foot of the mountain west of Krembel. Since Krembel is a church territory, the temple also combines the city of Krembel with the political authorities of several surrounding villages. The people of the city just call it a “temple," or a "temple below.”

The request consists of the escort of the Holy Stone Professor, miscellaneous use, about ten escorts, miscellaneous use with the assistance of clerics heading to the Holy Stone Mine and the servants of the diocesan knights, for a period of twenty days. The wages are 100 pieces of holy silver coins for the escort, that is, one piece of holy gold coin, and ten pieces of silver coins for miscellaneous use. Those who hunt warcraft on the road, which are subject to constant crusade, will be offered a bounty separate from the Alliance.

The applicant is naturally an Alliance, the deadline is tomorrow, and the results of the recruitment will be communicated to the Alliance by the Second Temple Director two days later.

Does that mean that it is only in the last few days that a line of raw stone collection arrives in Krembel, and the departure will be after a few more days?

Then you might want to show your face to the guild tomorrow afternoon or evening on the application deadline date and three days after the hiring results come out and see what bounty hunters there are. At least not this morning in this crowd.

"Hey, you're dressed nicely. Can you read?

When Ishur looks at the request form and conceives it, there are those who call out from behind.

Because when I turned around, I was covered in leather armor. Large, when I turned up, stood a young man with a left cheek and a stern face with some cuts from his nostrils to his right cheek.

Definitely the new face that has come to Krembel in the last few days. Ishur doesn't remember seeing this man in the guild.

"That's mercenary recruitment for the Holy Stone Carriage, right? I'm sorry, but can you read it to me?

Ishur did what the young man was told to do by reading the requisition and asking him questions.

"Today is probably the first day this requisition has come out. The Temple hasn't even announced an official date yet, but how would you know?

The man smiled and said.

"Honey, do you live in this city? The clerics and knights who left the Holy City a long time ago are on their way here with flashy flags. I know all about Krembel's streets."

Right...... You mean it was the revenge that moved over the mountains to avoid useless solicitations? I should have seen my face in all the restaurants and drinkers in the city at the foot.

In the Lord's Temple at the summit of the mountain, the priestly apprentices' sons will not be informed of anything, and the temple chief and I have known each other for a long time and have heard the sunset, but even if the temple chief knew in advance the exact sunset of their arrival, departure for the mine, he would naturally not tell us here if there was a duty of confidentiality. You didn't tell me, that's what I mean.

"... Honey, you look like you can do quite a bump. If you're going to the Holy Stone Mine with me, thank you then."

The man said with an awesome face.

He will still not know who Ishur is. But it was a greeting, and it just didn't seem like the wind I'd been telling you from my mouth.

When Ishur returned, he went out through the crowd and through the back entrance on the northeast side of the guild's building, opposite the front entrance and exit of the table. The moment he went outside, he jumped all the way to the roof of the Alliance building, from where he flew to the summit of Cranbell, where the main temple was located. It was to avoid Emilia and the others.

After dinner that day, when he went upstairs up a ladder-like staircase to go to his room, Ishur, fu, glanced at the small window on the west side above the staircase.

Through that window, the night view of the city swept to the west foot of Krembell —— unfortunately, he was not there. I just see a dim stone wall outside the window.

The dwellings of Marena and the cleric apprentices are consolidated behind the northwest side of the main temple at the summit of the mountain. For some of the bad looks, the northwest side of the main temple was covered with stone walls that reached the second floor.

It wasn't to see the view outside that Ishur glanced at the small window on the west side.

I felt it. Something I didn't feel last night.

A fine muscle of magic that stretches the space of nothing from top to bottom, left to right.

That's multiple, too.

This is probably the magic of hiding......

Will one of them belong to Emilia?

"It's quite a spectacular view"

Ishur shrugged, grinning softly.

It seems that all sorts of people are gathering in Krembel all at once this past day.

Today's soup was just like yesterday, good meat.

When the flesh of the soup is good, you can be alone in the guild, and the magic will shine through the city of Cranbell night, huh?

On that day, Ishur fell asleep over foolish considerations about the fleshy nature of the soup and the correlation between those events.