Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

... bright.

Shit. Have you forgotten to put out the lamp fire again and fallen asleep?

No, there shouldn't have been any books borrowed from the Temple Chief now...

Why bright?

Ishur jumped up in the dark.

Sometimes, Ishur borrows his private book to read in the favor of the Temple Chief. such as the history of the Holy Kingdom and the sainthood of the Cathedral Church. The temple also has splendid fitted books that are even more detailed and thick, but it can only be viewed by those in the proper capacity, or used for the education of cleric apprenticeships, and cannot be taken outside the temple for trivial reasons.

Ishur stared at the blurry darkness that spread before his eyes.

A magical light that brilliantly disappears into the city in the west, late at night. The magical rays of modest concealment have almost disappeared, and now a number of magic, large and small, are clearly used. There is a place where it is concentrated.

Ishur changed his clothes as he got out of bed, opened a window on the south side and went outside, going straight up on the roof.

I can't overlook this.

Fly from the roof to the stone walls, overlooking the city of Cranbell.

Hidden in the shadows of the trees, the lights gather around the pleasure streets where drinkers and whores gather. It's not that wide, and the brightness is pretty good. The brilliance of magic was a little southwest of there, concentrated around the house sparse.

Ishur gazed at its flashing and diffusing, running through the earth, and every bit of magic pushing through the sky.

From this distance it is very impossible to tell whose magic. It is difficult to identify those who use magic without magic like Rifia, which was intense and characteristic, or Petra, who is brilliant and brilliant. The number of people is also unclear without taking more time to observe them.

But I think Emilia and the others are over there.

If you plunge into that brilliance, you will undoubtedly, perhaps, be involved in a battle for succession to the throne.

I don't know how that relates to Professor Holy Stone, but it's none of my business anyway.

Whether I go to the quartz mines or not is up to the Holy King's family, the Church, the mercenaries and the participants, to have the magic of the wind. If there is a powerful wind wizard, you should also join in order to get to know him. Even with regard to the active court magician who serves the House of the Holy King, it is possible that that magician now knows a retired wind wizard who is not serving the House. If it works, they'll introduce you.

Thinking about the future, you should stop sticking your neck in the struggle going on under your eyes.

Can't overlook it, but should we stop here?

But......

Emilia's eyes float in her brain the other day when she let the dragon fight. And Kurt's, the kind of bitterness that pushed something away.

Dillhild the Spirit said they had no evil intentions.

Several fireballs ran continuously under Ishur's eyes in that place. Something's probably starting to burn down the house. And to extinguish the fire, or a fair amount of water gushes up from nowhere, feeling spread all around. Do you have those twins, too?

It's not a good idea to burn it down and make the city a fire.

Besides, whatever Emilia or Coot is, Pilsa and Puri, it's not sleepy for a twin girl who might be younger than me to die......

"Damn."

For a moment, a painful look ran over Ishur's face.

Ishur jumped up into the sky.

Ishur rounds up his body and heads straight to the point where the struggle is taking place. There is still a slight winter chill in the wind flowing through the cheeks. The night breeze blew off to wash Ishur's strays.

If you decided to intervene in that battle.

Ishur touched the Bersch family ring.

It is dangerous to hesitate.

Ishur pierced the perimeter of the place where the struggle was taking place in the air, turning the magic of the wind into thin and weak countless corner columns. And gather the wind and let the breeze blow all around you.

I can see it.

If a person or magic comes into contact with the wind's magic pillar, if there is disturbance in the breeze flow, it becomes Ishl's perception.

Ishur crossed the sky and stepped down to the roof of a private house that was at the heart of the struggle.

As Ishur descends on the roof, multiple fireballs are fired continuously from among the trees in the front. Each fireball isn't that big, but it's not alarming where it shoots out uninterruptedly. Those who float and constantly shake in the woods are probably spirits of fire.

The girl of the Spirit of the Wind who was responding beside her is the same Spirit that Rabena recalled when she fought the Dragon of the Earth before this. Probably her covenant spirit. He keeps shooting bows and arrows desperately while avoiding fireballs. The girl's spirits were not arrows coming out of the arrow barrel, but appearing and shooting the magical arrows of the wind directly into her right hand.

"Yah."

From further back in the forest in the front, you can probably hear Emilia's, ripping temper. The target appears to be using the magic of wind, acceleration. It would be a formidable enemy to her. In the lower left corner of Ishur, the twins are facing two enemies with their houses on their backs. From behind your right hand is the sense of being dug up on the ground. Probably Coot. Looks like they're using dirt magic too.

I don't see Rabena and the recaller of the Spirit shooting fireballs. I'm not close.

Ishur sharpened his gaze as he erected a wall of wind magic on the fireball coming at him to prevent it.

They are all brilliantly pulled apart and split up even though they are on the defensive side, every single time they are in a situation to fight alone. But whether we should be seen as fortunate or whether the enemy side is underrepresented is not in a lethal situation.

Ishur instantly crushed with the magic of the wind the spirits of fire that drifted through the woods and shot fireballs, calling out to the spirits of Rabena.

"Join the twins. You see?"

The Spirit of Rabena flies toward the twins as he nods toward Ishur.

Ishur jumped off the roof and went into the trees at the front.

Run amongst the trees with the assistance of the wind. There are signs of intense movement between flowing grass trees. One movement cannot be followed with an eye. Because of the night, it's not the only reason. But I can generally grasp the movement of the intense ambient air. Emilia used that black evil spirit for restraint at one point, and she used it to attack herself at one point, fighting well.

A shadow worker, after all. The magical power gives way to the Maryas and the court magicians of the Kingdom of Ladis, but they are used to fighting, especially interpersonal fights.

Ishur made a wide wall of magic appear in front of Emilia, in the direction of the enemy's progress.

"Guh."

A man appeared using the magic of acceleration. Drop a small, one-handed sword and wrist. Of course, he clashed against the magic wall of the wind.

Didn't you know Ishl's installed wall, or didn't you have time to react even if you felt it?

Ishur erased the wall of wind magic. At the same time the invisible wall disappears, it is possessed by a man whose black shadow was floating in the front right of Emilia at a tremendous speed.

Ishur turned away. A man's Terminator went up from behind.

"Because I'm done. It's okay."

Emilia calls from behind. Shit, that would mean the evil spirit that went into the man's body and ate the built-in.

The man would be a few years older than Ishl, or just about the same age as Emilia. He was bleeding to death from his mouth and nose.

"Ishur, you're here to help me."

But the look on Emilia's face toward Ishur is harsh.

"I'll thank you later. Ishur goes to help Pilsa and Puri. I join Kurt."

"You're not gonna retrieve this guy's magic equipment?

Ishur visited Emilia.

I am interested in the magic equipment of acceleration. I want it to be clearer than that.

"I can't. Skinning doesn't make any sense."

Tattoos. Not only the magic of the hidden, but also the magic of the wind, tattooing their magic formations and replacing their magic implements.

There is still something bottomless about the hidden technology of the Cathedral Church...

When Ishur began to lean over, she called out.

"Let's hurry"

When Ishur returned to the private house, the spirits of the Rabena wind on the twins were still fighting against the two shadow-workers of the enemy.

I thought the addition of the Spirit of the Wind would arrive at a settlement, but he didn't really.

It just seems that the enemy side is more distant than before and is also gauging the time to escape.

The two enemies are probably both men, one accelerating and one doing the magic of the wind. Before the Rabena Wind Spirit joined the attack, one of the twins and the other had visibly replaced the defense, attack, tow,.

The place they're fighting is downtown Krembell, where trees are neglected, and projective magic attacks on each other are easy to do. The magic of enemy acceleration should be in favor of the unmanoeuvrable twins, but the man with the magic of acceleration was either wary of the twins' firepower and terrain or not in melee, fighting with bows and arrows. He travels at high speed, shows up in an unexpected place and suddenly shoots an arrow. Each time, the twins had prevented the water wall from appearing in front of them. The enemy wind wizard takes the moment and releases a wind blade or wind ball, then the twins release their hands and either maintain or attack the water wall, while the other installs the fire wall to prevent the wind from magic. And when the twins attack, they join hands with each other, releasing multiple large fireballs, and the man of acceleration escapes lightly at that speed, while the wizard of the wind blows a transverse wind and escapes the orbit of the fireball with all his might himself. The two continued a war of attrition in which no battle could be settled.

I guess that's the addition of the Spirit of Rabena that broke the equilibrium and the enemy began to distance themselves.

Ishur stayed away for a little while and observed the battle between the two, as the twins were not in a critical situation.

And walking slowly toward the twins, he surrounded the two men of the enemy, who were about a few hundred long steps away (skulls, 0.6-0.7m for one long step), with a wall of wind magic.

"Ishur!"

The twins rush towards Ishur.

Ishur said to them, shrugging his jaw at the side of the house.

"It's burning a little. Better turn it off quickly."

I can see a small flame shaking from all the wooden houses on two floors, either caused by the fireballs emitted by the enemy fire elves that Ishur had put in place. I can also see that there is quite a bit of smoke at night.

I guess they used this merchant's villa somewhere, a private house that felt like it, for Ajit. Is it the Church, the brother prince or brother of the Holy King's family, or has a shadow-working faction that has raided against them, or something like that?

"Kill those two!

The twins began to extinguish the fire with one immediately appearing a water polo, but the other came close to the immediate side of Ishur and begged him.

"I don't care. I don't like killing people."

Ishur turned his gaze toward the men he had trapped.

The men have noticed or seem to be quiet. I'm not crying or rumbling out loud.

"You're not gonna torture me and ask me something or anything?

"Yeah, no. I'll never talk to you. Besides, I know more or less about them."

If we are indeed fighting for the succession of the throne, the enemy allies, we will know each other roughly.

But you look cute. Don't you hesitate to kill one? The battle of the Shadows is still tough......

Well, what do we do?

When Ishur put his hand on his chin and turned into an imaginary face, there was a voice behind him.

"We'll do that. Ishur asks for Rabena"

Emilia was bringing Coot back. Coot dropped his shoulder and can see that he is also sluggish at night. Seemed like a pretty tough fight.

"Rabena fled the streets to the west, chasing a man with the magic of fire. Ishur can catch up right away, can't he? I need your help with Rabena."

The fire elf who has been shooting that fireball in a row, the summoner would be the man.

When Ishur looks up, the Spirit of the Rabena wind is kneeling to Ishur in the air.

In the air? It feels so weird to be kneeling from a higher place than yourself.

"... please. Please."

Emilia put her face closer to Ishl. She stared at me. And bow your head.

There was also a seep of fatigue in her face.

"This loan is huge."

Ishur lifted his jaw hard, not smiling or angry wind, and said, he glanced at the men he had captured.

Let the magic walls of the wind out further around their heads and shake them violently for a moment. You had a concussion, the men lost their minds and fell.

Ishur erased the magic wall of the wind that had locked the men away.

The Spirit of Rabena stops by so that it attaches to Ishur's arms.

Apparently, he'll show you to her.

"Yes, sir. Okay, I get it."

Ishur jumped up into the sky.

"Thanks"

"Say hello."

I heard Emilia and the others from below.

Fly through the sky following the girl of the Spirit.

The girl leans forward on her body and lifts her right hand forward with her heart, folding one leg and raising her knee, the other extending slightly rearward and flying through the sky in a beautiful way as if it were a ballerina. The translucent robe she is wearing is frightened by the wind. I can't hear anything.

The light of the moon, slightly missing from the full moon, is dancing around her as a fine grain. That's probably the magical brilliance of the wind.

It's like the world of gay tales.

Ishur shrugged in his heart as he looked sideways at the Spirit of the Wind.

Such Ishur flies to slip through the night sky with his whole body slightly tilted back and standing.

The Spirit's flight speed is probably a little faster than the horse would run at full capacity. It's not a lot of speed for Ishur. He was floating forward with a magical wall of domed wind to keep the wind pressure from falling directly on himself.

Under his eyes, the streets that lead between the woods to the Holy Capital stretch west with a loose twist to the left and right. From both sides of the forest there were a number of shadows of a snug mountain folded over, which seemed to rise in the night sky.

It wasn't long before I saw Rabena flying a little below altitude. She was on a long wooden cane, riding sideways and flying through the sky.

Ishur opened his eyes.

If the Wizard's hat had a black robe and a wooden wand, wouldn't it be like that?

That's exactly the world of gaga.

Ishur came down to her in a slightly more pleasant mood and lined up beside her.

However, her calm appearance, which also seems graceful, may be due to her extensive experience of these fights and killings.

"It's a pleasant moon and night. Labena."

But Ishur was a killer. I didn't use dialogue.

"Hehe, this evening. Mr. Ishr. You're here to help."

The Spirit of the Wind leans against her.

Because Rabena had spirits with her, or she seemed to know Ishur was approaching from behind.

When the Spirit of the Wind told her something, she scattered grains of light and disappeared into the night sky.

Rabena's smile toward the Spirit was gentle.

"Lorca told me. You helped us all. Thanks."

When Rabena said so, she glanced towards the street. I see a small shadow traveling down the street, at considerable speeds.

Lorca would mean her covenant spirit.

Ishur said as he watched the people running down the street.

"Are you letting me swim"

"Yeah. Trying to find out if I have any other people. But there's no sign of it. There's still a long way to go to the village..."

She said with her gaze down.

"Let's do it. That man does the magic of fire and the magic of the wind. I..."

Ishur said, blocking her.

"I'll get out in front of that man and stop him. Shoot the wind magic from behind in the right place. So, what do you say?

If you're the one who recalls that fire elf and also uses the magic of acceleration, it might be a little tough for her to come forward and fight.

"Okay."

Rabena nodded lightly.

"No way, you two are shameless, or cowardly to do it from behind, or something like that?

"Of course not. For we are the Shadows."

Rabena nodded, disappearing her expression as well.

This means that they and their enemies are all colleagues, but if nobility is added to the enemy's side without hiding their identity, if they are in command, they may end up fighting one-on-one. That man fleeing the streets is most likely the conductor of the group that attacked them.

"Let's get started. Speed up."

Ishur raised his speed when he spoke to Rabena, overtaking the man's head.

Stand down in front of the man at a sufficient distance.

The man's shadow stopped.

He's a big man. Moonlight edges the man's face from side to side.

……

Ishur looked at the man's face and slightly opened his eyes.

The man was the one who asked Ishur to read the requisition this morning.

"I'm not following you either. Honey, are you on their side?

Said the man as he pulled out the sword on his back. Lower than in the morning, a cold voice.

I can tell immediately that it is not aristocratic or anything in tone. It's like a man crawling up from the bottom, from the bottom, on his own.

"No. I knew him. I just helped him with the knife."

"Hmm, that's just great. The Sword of Yveda"

The man stares sharply at Ishl.

"You think I know him? Are you kidding me?"

When the man said that, he had angered his shoulders and showered his anger.

"We're seriously killing each other. I'm risking my life! That's not how you stick your neck in me, kid."

The man turned his left hand towards Ishl when he moaned in a low voice about something and threw two small fireballs at him.

Small but fast.

The man who shot the fireball disappeared shortly afterwards.

I know how these guys do it.

Ishur widened the wall of wind magic before himself.

A man strikes a wall and removes his sword. The fireball released earlier was slightly slower and hit the wall, allowing it to suck magic and disappear.

"Ugh."

A man held down his right wrist and stared at Ishl with a tremendous shape.

"... what are you putting your life on?

Ishur asked the man in a quiet voice.

"Come on!"

When the man nearly opened his mouth to say something, his face distorted in amazement and anguish.

Is that gold or is it birth? The man never answered.

A blood splash rises from a man's back.

Rabena's wind blade tore the man's back off.

The man leaned down on his face and sank to the ground without a voice.

Later, Rabena recovered the red crystal bracelet, the magic of fire, from the man's wrist, and the two returned to their private home in the woods off the city.

According to Rabena, the magic fixture of fire was the “provision" of the church.

When the Ishurs returned, the fire that was on the house was extinguished, and the bodies of the enemy were scattered somewhere. The silence of the night on the outskirts of the city was returning to the area.

"Don't you ask?

When Emilia thanked Ishur for her accession, she just asked.

Who did they fight and why?

"I don't ask. Bye."

When Ishur turned his back on them with few words, he disappeared into the night sky.

On one side, the fog passes through the blue and thriving meadows.

A slight thick mist flows in front of me. Moisture lingers on the skin.

The fog flows fast.

It's almost noon. Soon. Soon it'll clear up anyway.

Ishur put his hands under his head and slept on the grass.

The fog goes past Ishur's head, wrapped around the sun or complex shadows.

Ishur reached into the fog.

My fingertips get fogged up.

... just like this fog.

When I fought the Red Emperor Dragon, when I was driven into the abyss of death, I was able to connect with that realm where the magic of the wind roared and roared.

There countless lights flashed, flowed, disappeared and appeared.

After that time, no matter how "hands" I reached into that realm or how much magic I pulled out, I could no longer clearly perceive what was behind that place, like the mist flowing in front of me.

No matter how "hands" are turned to "eyes," no matter how deep you try to explore them, you can't see beyond, you don't know.

Because you were dying then?

Is that why you "saw" it?

When I can go to that realm, when I can clearly perceive it, I'm sure I'm no longer a "person” then.

The fog is thin and clears up.

Ishur woke his body and looked over at the landscape that spread in front of him.

The city of Krembel, still thinly covered under its eyes, is surrounded by mountains and woods. In the west lies Estofol, the holy capital. And to the north, beyond the mountains lies Alva, far ahead is the village of Bersch.

A piece of pain appears on Ishur's chest.

Will Refia be working hard? Could she have survived the multiple and overlapping suffering?

The state of the Borderline Uncle cannot be conveyed here to Krembel.

And all the more so if that's about my home village, the village of Bersch.

Is the reconstruction of the village progressing?

It's time to sow. A little more this fall, and I can't help but sincerely hope that the wheat will be harvested.

Does anyone else live in my house already?

What happened to the Bersch family mansion, the centre of the village, which has been burned down?

Brigal, and the frontier uncle, and followed.

But it was meant to involve and hurt many, including Refia.

That's not all.

How about my own pain in losing someone close to me?

That won't go away forever. I will have to hang out with this grief until I die.

Even in case of hope, it will not disappear.

But you'll be able to go home someday. I can't go home yet.

Behind Ishur, on the brightened summit, someone approaches from the grounds of the Temple of the Lord, which stretches out on the left.

Thick gold edge on white toga. It's the temple chief.

"Hey, Mr. Ishr. Long time no see. I thought I'd see you here."

Carno Barriole, the temple head of the main temple of the Holy Land Krembel, came right next to Ishl to speak out.

"Today. Grand Cleric."

Ishur tried to get up, but Carno suddenly sat beside Ishur, with both hands intact and in a push-stopping manner.

You're a casual one.

Ishur looked at Carno's face, making a loving laugh.

Carno Barriole was a man about fifty years before he grew a mustache, on the gray head of a shorter crevice.

He wanted to hear from Ishur about the Red Emperor Dragon, the Witch of the Woods, and the late Lehne, who allowed him to rent a room to a servant's house living on the property of the main temple.

Carno became a casual man, with a warm personality, and Ishur was also invited to the temple several times to have dinner with him, but he was one of the great priests, not fifty on the continent, the head of the temple of the main temple of Krembel. However, even though Krembel is a sanctuary, it is a rural, so to speak, secluded area from the Holy City. It was the dozen high priests in Estofol who had great power within the diocesan Church, and Carno himself, though in a high capacity, never had great power.

The great clergyman of Krembel could not be said to have been absent from the mainstream. But what you think of it depends on who you are. It is not a substitute for making it easier to be, such as a high priest in the first place.

"I completely forgot what you asked me to do the other day."

Carno smiled with a nostalgic smile.

He looks quite young when he laughs.

"In fact, it is today or tomorrow that a line of sacred stone transport comes, and the departure is five days from now. You already know the city downstairs. I was of no avail. I'm sorry I did that."

"No, it's outrageous. Never mind."

Whether or not the reason Carno's forgotten is true is subtle. Isn't there a strict code of secrecy?

However, from the center, there are many rituals, many people who come to visit, even if they are absent from work, to become sanctuaries. You're usually pretty busy. It's not strange that I really forgot. Carno may not be lying.

Besides, I can't even complain about the injustice of the high priest.

Ishur tried not to break his loving laugh.

And yesterday I went to the Hunter Guild and told Carno that I had confirmed it on the requisition form.

"Well, that's..."

It was when Carno heard Ishl explain and tried to say something.

"Great Cleric!

I heard a boy's cleric apprentice from behind.

"It is time for an emissary from the Holy Capital to arrive. Hurry up."

Carno has turned his lonely bitterness to Ishl.

"Apparently, I forgot to tell you."

Carno finally stood up in his voice and apologized again to Ishur, "I'm sorry," and walked to the temple.

Hmm?

I was watching the back of Carno around my neck, feeling something red crossed the edge of Ishur's sight.

What the fuck?

So Ishur felt the signs of many people, climbing the mountain.

Stand up and move to the edge of the mountain cliff so that you can peek at the bottom left.

A staircase made of scraped mountain skins full of rocks was climbed without rows by the Orthodox Knights, their squire, footmen, and clerics flying the banners of the Cathedral Knights.

As several flags, large and small, flickered, there was a single flag that stood out.

It's a white, golden I-shaped plate with an X-shaped flag. It is the flag used by the Diocese Church when acting with the Diocese Knights. Whether it was originally a sword or a shield or some sort of divine instrument, it is assumed that the two thin plates each represent the Cathedral Church and the Cathedral Knights, and that it supports each other temporarily.

All the rows that ascended the mountain put together white capes and robes, and pressed flags and swords to make solemn strides.

A group of gold and white that proceeded in a slightly drifting midst, full of sunlight, was bringing a luminous and temporal glory to the Holy Land.

The temple also conveys signs that people will begin to move with courage.

Hmm? The feeling of something red crossing again......

From the movement of the people of the Temple, new signs emerge coming this way.

As Ishur turned around, a girl in a bright red dress stood behind the meadow, on a cobbled path stretching from the temple to the gate.

I have a big squire behind me.

The girl softened her gorgeous blonde hair and turned toward Ishl.

The squire was a much taller woman than Ishur. He's wearing a black coat over his maid's clothes.

The red dress the girl was wearing was flashy decorated with intricate frills. She wore red tea boots, down to her knees.

And on an even egg-shaped face, a long blue beautiful eye, his forehead clustered behind him with a red ribbon, and from the side he could see a long, curly blonde hair spread out.

Ishur stared at the girl stunned, no stunned.

It's rolled. It is wound. Such an amazing thing, I've never seen it since I was reincarnated. No, it's the first time I've seen it raw.

I can take care of it like that, so I'm pretty sure I'm rich.

Why did this girl show up in front of me?

When the girl smiled at Ishl, she had turned a challenging gaze with a slight touch of charm.

"You are Ishr."

The girl whispered to make herself hear good.

And suddenly I stood on my right knee in front of Ishur and knelt. Your right hand is placed against your chest and your head is lowered deep. Rich blonde hair wrapped around the groove spread fan-shaped.

The maid standing behind her doesn't give her any expression and she doesn't make it faint.

The girl looked up.

I stare at Ishur with those eyes. Blue eyes with different lights and shadows, like glass balls.

said the girl.

"My name is Mira Vidrata na Lux Dielard. I am from the house of the Duke of Dielard, the Holy King."

And I smiled like a flower.

"Later, get to know me. Ishur."