Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

The outside light entering through the open door lights up the indoors.

Soft indirect light hits Emilia's cheek curve.

She approached silently.

From behind her, a hint of candlelight flashes.

Her eyes are right under mine.

Her eyes are picking up the light outside too.

Emilia has let me hold something in my hand. On the left palm, the feel of folded paper.

Her gaze flows sideways. The light in my eyes caught my tail beside me.

Grip what's in your fist.

Turning around, she was already out of the temple. I don't see him.

Ishur dropped his gaze on Rabena and Kurt, who were still kneeling deeply in prayer.

The two backs are heavy. What life have these two ever lived?

I can't speak up to them very much.

Ishur had no choice but to go outside the temple. Emilia is nowhere to be found. The twins had disappeared, too.

Ishur sighed small, entering the shadow of the bronze door where Pilsa and Puri were. View the piece of paper Emilia has given you.

The third behind the Lower Temple Square "Three Days of the Mountain Moon Pavilion," at the "Moon Ring Pavilion" this evening two

That's all the pieces of paper said.

So that's where we're going with the details?

Night two is two minutes after sunset, and it will be about ten o'clock at night in the current season. The small downtown entertainment area that stretches out at the foot of the Krembel mountains, where drinkers and whorehouses connect houses also meet around the beginning of the shopping sprawl.

Facing the square in front of the temple below, the "Three Days Moon Pavilion of the Mountain" is a large inn that also contends for one or two in the city. The pleasure zone extends beyond its back.

As Ishur twisted the pieces of paper into his trouser pocket, he went around the side of the temple to the back of the temple.

The yang is starting to lean west.

Marlena would have been busy today. Return to the house and I'll make her dinner.

Ishur thought of spending the night at the boarding house.

We leave the day after tomorrow. There are other things I want to do. You should take care of my father's shape-shifting sword, which broke but cares about it, or sharpen the knife as well.

Tomorrow we'll head out to the city downstairs to buy dried meat, salt, cloth, firestone and more. The roll given yesterday in the guild said that although food and water are to be supplied, at least a few separate days' worth of food and water should be prepared for each.

As Ishur walked beside the temple, Mira and a girl of the same age appeared chatting from behind.

The girl next to Mira is one of the court demon mentors who sat alongside Mira at a meeting like earlier.

"Master Ishr!

Mira smiled and ran over to Ishl.

"It was just fine. I'd like to introduce you to some of my friends I've spoken to before."

Mira said so and turned around, Cerda, and called out.

A girl called Cerda by Mira stood beside Mira with a nostalgic smile.

"She's my friend, Serda Baldy, the same court magician."

Nice to meet you, Lord Baldy.

Ishur did his left hand to his chest and let him bend and bend his back.

"Nice to meet you, Lord Ishur. With Cerda in peace about me."

Cerda has said with a bigger smile. The personality looks the way it does.

"Hmm. Lord Ishur's tricks are unique. It's refreshing, sharp and soft, it feels very sophisticated."

Cerda pulled in a smile. She had a slightly surprising breeze, and that's how she hailed Ishur's abbreviated greeting to his noble man.

"Ishur is a stranger. What Ishur will show you on various occasions is not of the nobility of the Kingdom of Ladis, nor, of course, of the Holy King. Somewhere far away, we don't know, I feel as though I belong in the gods' world."

Mira has said.

You would exaggerate a little too much. As for this one, I just have to deceive you with an ambiguous smile.

What movement did I make in my everyday life in my previous life? He slapped the PC keyboard, honked the phone, drove the car, took the train, and was moving around the city early enough. He was well-behaved in business talks and cared about polite words and behaviors, even if they were not formal. Same with my boss. Be quick and accurate when working around. It was child-friendly and soft for customers.

Those things even after rebirth appear in nature, in their own movements, in their way of speaking.

The world of the gods...

It has nothing to do with that.

"Yeah. Maybe like that"

Cerda also hammers.

Ishur turned the grin of deception to Cerda as well.

Cerda is slightly shorter than Mira, and her face looks slightly younger because of her redhead's short hair, her big eyes.

Against Mira in her usual bright red dress, is Cerda the uniform of the Wizard of the House of the Holy Kings, with her trousers on a white jacket with embroidered silver thread resembling a tang grass pattern on the side, a red purple scarf with a red tea leather belt and a silver grip dagger hanging on the belt? And he was wearing a bright grey boot with an embroidered silver thread that looked unusual and expensive.

Red purple, white and silver, quite a flashy and vibrant combination. It's called Mira, it's called this daughter, and the Holy King seems to prefer a slightly more flashy outfit than the Kingdom of Radice. Especially for aristocratic women like them.

It was that Cerda's house broke up from the Duke of Dielard's house in Mira in the old days and is now the Count's house.

She looked young and small, but seemed boyish and lively. As I was under the impression of appearance when I talked to him, I felt a pleasant feeling of being nostalgic.

"I am the heir to the sword of Yveda. I thought you were one of the more adults. How old is Mr. Ischl?

As we speak, at some point we are changing from Lord Ishur to Mr. Ishur.

When it comes to getting used to it, yes, but it doesn't feel bad.

"Sixteen years old."

"Ugh. Just like us"

Mira says happily.

"Hmm, that's awesome. It's incredible from the way you spoke and settled down at the luncheon earlier."

"I guess so."

It's a topic I don't really want to get stuck in.

"Mira's been making a fuss about Mr. Ishr for a long time, so to tell you the truth, I'm a little bit confused. I've been telling Mira so many times what to do with it."

"It is."

I heard that. You just said "me," didn't you? You're my boy.

"But you weren't all over Mira's excitement either. I was surprised at that amazing, divine spirit."

Ishur just had a loving laugh and had to nod vaguely.

"... I don't know what you're talking about here, Ishr. Come with me for tea."

Mira always invites something. No, he invites me.

It doesn't matter because meeting Emilia and the others is late at night, even if it's okay with my own business, I want to make dinner for Grandma Marena...

As Ishur was lost, Mira approached him holding both hands in front of his chest.

"If it's not convenient for you, Ishur, what about tomorrow?"

Mira's eyes complain strongly.

Does that mean that, as a righteous man, I really need to talk to you before I leave? Or is it because there is one other person who just wants to be with me a little bit more and stay with me for a long time?

Mira said her friend's court demon mentor was the same righteous. I guess Cerda is. Sure, once, she might need to add up and talk too.

"Tomorrow afternoon."

Ishur said with a serious face.

"Yes. See you tomorrow afternoon. Ishur, I will use it for your home."

Mira, who looked anxious, smiled and said.

"Okay."

Ishur also loosened his expression and let him snort.

The two turn their backs on Ishl and go away. And when Ishur tried to walk forward to the back of the temple, the magic of early sight suddenly moved. The surrounding sounds go away. Someone approaches me from behind.

Right next to Ishur, Cerda stood in a strange motion like comma sent a still video at high speed. Mira going forward still doesn't notice. There is no Sharka here right now.

Nayal doesn't react in any way to whether he decides Cerda is unwilling to kill.

"Hmm."

Cerda said when she saw Ishur turning his face without surprise.

"That's just great. I know what I'm doing."

"What's going on?

Ishur streamed her dialogue with a smile without any consignment and asked the other way around.

"Me too, I have one. Red Jade."

I've said it in a small voice like Cerda whispers. There's a pranky grin on Cerda's face.

"Cerda!"

Mira also noticed Cerda's movements, turning toward Ishur and Cerda and calling out to Cerda to scold her.

"Do that already. Ishr, excuse me."

"Hehe. Sorry, sorry."

Cerda apologized to Mira, turning to Ishur and saying:

"Bye, Mr. Ischl"

Cerda's face faces forward. And just for a moment, when I turned my attention to Ishur, I ran towards Mira.

The magic of acceleration.

Ishur stared behind Cerda as she left alongside Mira.

As Ishur walked away, this time in front of the building behind the temple, he met two of the temple chief, Carno, and the chief of mission rites, Desio.

"Hey, Ishr."

Lord Ishur.

They both smiled and gave Ishl a bright voice.

"No, I saw something wonderful today thanks to you. I appreciate it, Ishr."

and Carno.

"Absolutely, Carno. I had a valuable experience, too."

and Desio.

"No, really, this is all about eye bliss. When you're pulling into a country like this, it's hard for you."

"What are you talking about, Mr. Carno? I've never seen such a great spirit before."

The two are thriving beside Ishur groaning.

Sounds like a boss and a subordinate of some company.

But are their stories about Nayal?

Ishur glanced at the side of Desio, who lovingly spoke to Carno.

What kind of back does this man have? Is this man a traitor or not?

"No, Lord Ishur, this is rude"

I've been saying things like Desio noticing Ishl's gaze and apologizing for what he thought.

"Oh, I did. Ishur, you don't know..."

and Carno began explaining the takeover.

In the vicinity of the cathedral of the holy capital Estofol, there was a seminary for the future training of the executives of the Church, mainly the second and third sons of the nobility at home and abroad, and the children of the rich merchants and the lavish peasants, both Carno and Desio were from that seminary.

The side reading to be paid for in that school's initial course contained an old novel by Fioa, the god of water, and Yveda, the god of wind. It ends with a story about water and wind, which serves humans and creatures living on this earth, Fioa and Yveda arguing without giving way to each other, fighting back and interacting with Fioa, who forcefully theorizes how useful rivers, oceans and water are to the creatures and advances the argument, that if Yveda does not blow wind (air), clouds will not arise and rain, and more importantly, without wind (air), people and animals will die because they cannot breathe.

In other words, Fioa and Iveda's novel is a fable that neither wind and water, nor any other fire, earth, or gold, can be indispensable to that difference because none of the creatures are important in living, but at the beginning of that story, there is a scene in which she wonders what kind of clothes Iveda heading to the temple of Fioa will wear, what majesty the wind god deserves, or what is unbeatable and beautiful about the beautiful Fioa, and there comes her woman, Nayalushk Bartudshek.

Nayarlushk read Fioa's thoughts about plunging Yveda into an argument, or let Yveda choose a dignified garment worthy of the wind god and hold the sword of the wind.

Iveda, who was about to lose in his argument with Fiore, waved the sword of the wind there, waving the wind in front of Fiore and calling the clouds to rain on the earth, allowing him to demonstrate.

"I didn't expect to see Nayarlushk Bartudshek right away in that story!

"Yeah, it really is. I also remember my childhood. I didn't expect Lord Ishur to recall Nayarlushk Bartudshek!

The two clerics who told Ishur the story began to get excited again.

I was able to meet the legendary Great Spirit straight away, which appears in a story I'm used to as a boy, so maybe it's something I can't help but get both of you excited about whether it still comes to cleric plunder.

The opposite Ishur was not the other way around. I was stunned by something completely different and blued my face.

Hey, why...

They can even say Nayal's full name.

The excited Carno and Desio have often slapped Ishur on the shoulders and back, blue-faced and glistening.

Night.

Ishur dived from the top of the Krembel mountain to the city at his feet.

Leave yourself to a free fall without magic until the end of the line. The moment the shadows of the trees fill up in front of you, blow the wind and cover yourself with the magic of the wind to kill the fall speed. Leaving behind the trees stirring, Ishur quickly moved towards the Valley River, one end south, conveying the branches of the trees and the roof of the house.

Lurk yourself on the roof of a house standing on the river's edge, calm down and look around.

I can't feel any signs of magic rising from the city of Krembel at night.

Ishur headed towards the lower temple square, almost in the center of the city, and straight to the roof legend of the building.

As Ishur stepped down across the square to the roof of the building across the street from the "Three Days Moon Pavilion in the Mountains," Nayal's voice sounded stuck from his ear to his head.

They're following me.

What!?

Ishur's eyes narrow.

"There's a spirit behind you, like me, erasing signs. Looks like he's turning his attention to the sword."

Are you erasing the signs?

When the signs are erased by spirits who are good at hiding, even Ishl is hard to sense.

"Can you kill him? Nayal."

We should just get rid of it.

"No problem."

Ishur turned around.

As Ishur turned around, he appeared as the magic of the wind flowed from all sides. They concentrate on one point, above the roof of a building about two houses away, drawing a beautiful curve.

A translucent figure of the Spirit appeared in a space wound with something like a rope of wind magic.

Is it a man? Young youth? Looks like. The hair is covered with a cape from the neck to the bottom.

The man's spirit is wrapped around in a translucent, dull, glowing string that looks painful, but does not cry, rumble or react loudly. I don't even use magic.

"Polyhydrated spirits."

Nayal said so, squeezing the magical rope of the wind that bound the Spirit and erasing the Spirit.

A mass of wind magic in the shape of a rope opens.

Shortly afterwards, a gust of wind ran up the Krembel mountain.

The spirits of court magicians on the mountains, or shadow-working spirits like Emilia and the rest of the city?

But Nayal's use of that magic power. Good study......

"Thank you, Nayal"

When Ishur thanked Nayal as he murmured in his mouth, he carefully explored again the signs of movement, magic, of people all over the city. And avoiding poking straight through the square, he made a big detour to the south side of the temple below, diving himself into the shadow of the chimney on the roof of what seemed to be the third case on the back of the "Three Days Moon Pavilion in the Mountains", the "Moon Ring Pavilion".

There are drunks on the table.

Suddenly one sign appeared on the other side of the chimney as Ishur tried to explore the signs around him three times, and in front of Ishur, an arm covered with a black cape hem protruded from the shadow of the chimney. My thumb protrudes down from my clenched fist and swings up and down.

You mean go downstairs?

As Ishur jumped off the roof and looked up, he was lurking as Kurt snapped into the chimney.

Kurt doesn't use magic. It seems to minimize breathing, stop body movement, and erase signs.

It was on the back of the "Moon Ring Pavilion" that Ishur stepped down. The narrow houses are heavily stacked with barrels of liquor, sacks of hemp, etc. The building on the other side of the wooden plank is also in storage or there is no sign of people.

As Ishur ran his gaze into the left and right darkness, he opened the leaky rental drawer of the thin lights behind him and entered the "moon wheel pavilion".

The indoors were brighter than Ishur had imagined. Multiple lamps were applied and the fireplace was covered with fire.

The fireplace is for cooking and meat stabbed on iron skewers is baked. The smell of drifting indoors is not just the smell of meat burning. It was filled with the smell of alcohol, the fragrances and oils used in cooking, coal, tea leaves and raw smelling water, the smell of trees and cloths, the smell of crowds and clutter.

Ishur's room was a drinker's kitchen. Liquor barrel in front of left. Behind it is a row of cobwebs and the floor beneath the cobwebs is covered with rough mortar. Behind it lies a pile of dirty dishes, hidden in the shadow of a shadow.

And on the end of the lease wooden table at the front, Emilia sat smiling with a smile as she turned towards Ishur.

"Please come this way. The Sword of Yveda."

Emilia indicated the chair across the street and said.

"This evening. Emilia."

When Ishur greeted Emilia without showing any emotion, he glanced at her indoor right hand as she pulled the chair forward.

A table is also placed on the wall there, with small plates, silverware, rolls, etc. on top. And you're drunk on alcohol, a woman sleeping together.

A long-haired brunette in a moonlit red tea dress, like the women of the night wear. This woman would be Rabena.

"Rabena left the store today."

Emilia has seen and explained the movement of Ishur's eyes.

Ishur nodded silently as he lowered his hips to the chair.

Professor Holy Stone, as well as many other things, will be collecting information. It gathers rumours and other stories about visitors to the drinker's house.

"What about the twins?

"You two are already asleep. Have Pilsa and Puri watch after me from dawn."

"Rabena's off guard at night, so..."

Ishur said he would see it on Rabena's back a bit again.

I guess the order is that Emilia is next on guard outside right now, and then the twins until morning.

"Yes. Well, for once, I'm doing the lookout right."

Emilia smiles.

I was in a scythe before this, and I'm in a mess. Before this, Emilia said that there was no one to strike us any more.

"So, this is the new Azito"

At that time, a private suburban house was attacked that was their party aside. No matter how unlikely you are to be raided anymore, you can't keep staying in that house.

"That sort of thing"

So a young man appeared from the shop table. Go through Emilia's back to the fireplace where she's cooking meat.

There's only one person in the back shop after that. Has the store closed yet? There are no customers.

"Never mind."

Emilia's voice came down as Ishur glanced at the man who had succumbed in front of the fireplace.

That man seems to be one of Emilia's peers, too.

"So Emilia. You had an explanation this afternoon from the mission to mercenaries and miscellaneous servants. Can you tell me that, too?"

They have a few questions to ask, but let's start with that.

"Answer my question before that."

Emilia's gaze becomes harsh.

Ishur tilted his neck and nodded slightly.

"Why did you refuse our invitation to the daughter of the Five Kingdoms?"

Hmm. That certainly might concern Emilia and the others.

'Cause she told me everything.

Emilia's expression gets even tougher.

I guess the Emilias had no role to play, but they didn't teach Ishl anything.

"That's not all, is it? What's the reward? Money or a clerk? Or."

Emilia's cheeks are lit by the red flames in the fireplace.

Now her face seemed filled with unspeakable discontent.

"Or?"

Ishur said amused and in a tone as if provoking her.

"The Duke's Lady is beautiful and gorgeous."

Emilia turned that way and pointed at her lips, saying softly as she was.

"She's been proposing the rewards I want."

Ishur said he would have a slight grin on his mouth.

"But that's not all. She has truly spoken of everything."

Ishur glanced into Emilia's eyes facing the front and said.

"I guess that's not all."

"What is the reward Ishur wants?

Emilia said as she took her gaze off the leaning isle, twisting the silver two-strand fork that was on the table.

"I can't tell you that now. I was supposed to help them with their righteousness after Holy Stone. You might find out if I go to the Holy City. I know Emilia knows, but I don't work for cops or money or anything."

Emilia looked up and saw Ishl.

"Yes...... That Dielard girl told you everything."

"Emilia. Doesn't that mean you're not righteous?

Their party will simply have received orders from above to transport red stones and help the righteous in the Holy Stone Professor.

Emilia shook her head sideways.

"We are righteous. I'm sure we were ordered from above to put on the righteous, but who wouldn't want the king to take over the power of the Church and start a war? I think the ones on the purple tip crystal have the same idea."

Ishur answered nothing, just stared at Emilia's face.

"We mean it."

Emilia also stares firmly at Ishur.

"We need to stop only what the King is trying to do. We have our own purpose."

In Emilia's dark, sunken eyes, the fire of the fireplace flashed slightly with the lamp on the wall.

The black shadow at the center of her eyes is probably me.

... right.

Ishur suddenly remembered that day.

That's the look Emilia and Coot gave me when they tried to find out what they were after they stuck with Emilia and the others who insisted on inviting me.

Do we have our own purpose?

"Okay."

I feel like I somehow know what Emilia and the others want, what it's like. Maybe that's something that Bionato, of course, is different from what nobles and high-ranking clerics like Mira and Desio are looking for.

Ishur nodded as he loosened his expression slightly.

……

Emilia said with a puffy look to the side when she saw Ishl snort.

"Already. I was asking you a question."

"Hehe, then why don't you tell me? What explanations were given by the mission?"

"I can't help it."

When Ishur laughed thinly, Emilia pointed her lips and glanced at Ishur.

So all of a sudden from the side, the vegetables boiled before her and the skewered meat, the bread, were served.

Is it supper, the man who was baking meat in the fireplace leaves the main plate and bread with a hand gesture he was used to, a watermark in a ceramic cup, etc. in front of Emilia. A tiny glass of dullness was also served to Ishur. The contents of the glass are clear liquids, alcohol. I smell alcohol. Probably distilled wheat liquor that hasn't aged yet.

The man was silent, turned his back without gazing at Emilia or Ishur, and when he succumbed to the fireplace and took care of the fire, he went outside without any greeting.

"... I haven't had dinner yet. While you eat, okay? Oh, or Ishl, too?

Ishur replied, shaking his head to the side.

"No. I'm done. Never mind. Eat."

In Emilia's story, the descriptions of the sacred stone transports made to mercenaries and miscellaneous servants in front of the main temple during the day were almost identical to those written in the documents given to them at the Hunter Guild, as well as those explained by Desio and Basal at the luncheon.

However, a breakdown of the three parties that would become avant-garde of the line (Isul of Solo shall also be one party) and one party of the rear guard had already been decided and announced.

"Our party, Ishr, and the other party are avant-garde."

Emilia sidelined the plate when she finished her meal.

"That party is suspicious. Definitely with us."

Six of those parties have become the same avant-garde as Ishur and others, from the outside, two wizards, one swordsman and two hunters are all men, turning out pretty well as bounty hunters for flushes, but from Emilia, they smell unique to shadow work.

"Which Tsim Crystal Cathedral one is that? The same purple?"

Emilia's story suggests that the upper echelons of the Purple Spike Crystal seem to be righteous, but if ordered by the Holy King's family, I am certain that they will have to obey whatever it may be for the Kings.

At the Duke's house in Mira, we talked about two brothers following each other as brother principals and brother principals, but even Purple Spike would sometimes move as kings in organizational defense, even if they didn't want to.

"You're not ours. There's a lot of people out there who don't know their faces or their real names because of the same purple tip crystal shadow, but they kind of know where they are."

Ishur nodded silently.

Naturally, that would happen.

"The other party around the rear guard is the same five-man group as us, with two swords, one spear, one hunter with a bow, and one wizard. I think those guys are general bounty hunters. But the wizard was obviously born and raised differently."

There's a grin on Emilia's face.

"I'm sure that wizard is either Prince Salomon or Luffraid, or a secret detective. I think we're letting Professor Holy Stone keep an eye out for something this time."

Salomon is a brother prince, and Ruffraid is a brother prince. These are the sons of Bionato, who are now competing for each other's throne.

"I see."

Now I know the basics.

Ishur decided to step in a little more and ask what he had always wanted to know.

"What else does Tsim Jing Cathedral have? You know, yellow, green, color-coded, right?

"Yeah. There are other yellow spike crystals and greens and whites. They're all the same size as purple, and the mission is the same. However, White Tsim Jing explores and uncovers the inviolability within the Cathedral Church, and in some cases has a lot of work to do."

Ishur just nodded silently.

That was when Ellistar snapped the former tightening of the pleasure district. What that man was threatening, I guess that was the White Spike Crystal.

There is a sign that one of the shoppers is moving this way.

From behind Emilia, a middle-aged woman appeared with a white front on her black dress.

The woman hung it on the back wall when she removed her forelock and went out silently as it was. Exactly like the man who was baking the meat that just left, he left without any attention to Emilia or Ishl, as if there was no one in this cooking alley.

"What about them?

I'm sure he's the same purple pointed crystal as Emilia and the others. But I felt like I couldn't help asking.

"The same purple pointed crystal as us. Those guys just don't have magic equipment, and they don't have tattoos. I'm not gonna do anything rough."

I mean the original, real snitch. If they erase the signs, or keep an eye on the crowd all over the city, you'll be fine as far as this one is concerned.

"How many Emilias shadow-working hunters, or undercover detectives like them, would be in total?

Emilia may not answer.

Still, Ishur asked the question.

"I think there are maybe thirty or so magic holders like us. All I know is about half of it. You're one of those people who's worked with me before. We don't have any other magic equipment. We don't know who works in the shadows. Double, I think you're here."

Emilia gave me a clear answer without any patrol.

I see, that means that there are one hundred and twenty hunters who can use the magic of the Holy Kingdom.

Speaking of many, is it too little to work on all over the continent?

"Hey, that alcohol, don't you drink it?

As Ishur contemplated doing his hand to his jaw, Emilia had said her eyes to the glass placed in front of Ishur.

"Oh, I try not to drink too much alcohol from time to time"

That's not what the sixteen-year-old boy said. However, it is nothing strange because in this continent it is considered an adult in fifteen.

"Because you feel dull? Ishr is amazing at reading signs, either alone or by a warcraft."

We fought together in front of them before, helping them to find and shoot down a flock of demons flying far away from the sky, and before this, where they were attacked by the same shadow-workers. It is already known about the area.

"There's that, but when I get drunk, I get really upset, and even though I was going to use some magic, I'm going to blow one mountain away."

As Ishur joked in half, Emilia reached out softly and drew the glass she had placed in front of him towards herself.

She sees Ishur fighting the Red Emperor Dragon. I guess I didn't think Ishur's words were just a joke.

"Hehe."

When Ishur laughed hard, Emilia said in a serious way.

"There's another thing in the Spike Cathedral that's special."

Emilia turns her serious eyes.

There's something I really wanted to tell Ishul.

There's still a little grin on Ishur's face.

"What's that?

"It's a black sharp crystal"

Emilia's voice goes low.

"The Black Spirit Crystal is consolidated by the King's direct graduate, a brilliant hunter with powerful magic equipment. Here it is, the elite one used when. The monitoring of the shadow work of our Spirit Crystal Cathedral, the disposition of those who betray us also serves as Black Spirit Crystals"

From the fireplace behind her, I hear the sound of fire.

"If the king knew what we were going to do in the Holy Stone Professor"

Emilia's voice trembles slightly.

"No, if I find out you're on the righteous side, I might turn them in."

Emilia's eyes fluttered, looming.

Surrounded by strange tranquillity.

Public safety? Is it like a gendarmerie and special forces?

Heh.

I'd love to see the magic they use.

"Sounds interesting."

Ishur just said that.

Again on Ishur's face, a pleasant grin spread.