So many spirits......, you've never seen them.
"It's like some kind of trade fair"
Ishur squeaked slightly up the edge of her lips.
Spirit fair...... or hehe.
"Mihoichi, is...?
Mira asks questions from behind.
"No, it's nothing"
Ishur turned away the colour of sarcasm from his smile and answered Mira.
"You have all kinds of spirits"
The court magician of the Holy King, more than fifty lateral rows, stopped about a mile and a half (scar, just over a km) from the Ishurs.
Their overhead, spirits floating in the air range from toga and dolls in armor (one hiatus) to those who have grown feathers or whose heads and limbs are half beasts of birds and horses, dragons, wolves, and chimeras to intangibles like Ameba. Most spirits are normal white and shiny translucent, but some of them shine like burning in a pearl, blue or dull black.
From the middle of that row, a black robe figure came forward. The person follows one plainclothes swordsman with a long sword hanging on his waist to the left and right, walking slowly towards this way as he leads to the ground every step of the way through the large wooden wand.
It's Mira's chief court magician.
Follow more than fifty court magicians, and finally the chief court magician of the great power is out.
"Crow."
"Something, Sword Palace"
Crowe's calm voice clings to his head.
Klau doesn't show up.
... still looks like a pretty caring spirit.
If this were around Nayal, he would have appeared intimidated, not just saying "what is a blade to the sword" at the same time as I spoke.
The opponent apparently isn't willing to start fighting right away for what it's all about.
No way. Only the severance from the chief ritual would be their purpose. You want to make some kind of deal while you're intimidating with great force?
Then I can say that Crowe's response, avoiding unnecessary irritation of the target, is quite something.
Now this is exactly the kind of situation where an instant, slight stimulus is likely to start the battle immediately.
"Courtroom Mage, what's the strength of the troops behind you?
If you go up into the sky, it's easy to check, but now you better stay off the ground.
The black man coming this way is looking at me.
"Three thousand and two hundred. Horse-riding hundreds on left and right, two hundred on the rear of the central part, respectively, hidden. There's about two thousand spear soldiers after that, and the rest are archers. There seems to be a slight cavalry, but the magicians are lost."
Ishur nodded satisfactorily.
Perfect, Klau.
Two hundred horseback riders in the center would be the deciding force. If it's a regular road, it's a unit that puts it in the decision machine. It would be even more useful if it were a chase. If you lose, retreat to a point suitable for defense, where you descend and become an infantry.
The troops deployed behind the court demon conductors are about half a mile further away. From what I can see here, both horseback riding and foot soldiers seem to be relatively lightweight.
The junction I used with Oomeo's tongue then, Dana said, "The wind prison formation of the Yveda God” is just about a mile and a half short.
The horizontal line of the Magic Master is just outside of it, and the regiment unfolding semi-circularly to the left and right is further rear. Normal magic is a distance that neither the magician nor the army would be directly harmed by a shootout. Meanwhile, it is also a positioning that puts the soldiers directly into the support of the demon leaders without placing much time between them.
I guess Bionato mobilized and sent this army out that night after he received a report of the battle in Oomeo's tongue, which meant getting information on the effective radius of my tense junction. It's been a dozen days since then. Tsujitsu fits in time.
The composition of the lightly dressed infantry on the dragon cavalry would also be due to the emphasis placed on mobility. Bionato really wanted to hit his own army on me in this meadow, which would have been a good place to harness the great power if the Magic Instructor had joined forces. Or many spirits like that trade fair wanted to show off their power and intimidate them.
Ishur looked over the meadow and grinned terribly.
But in the first place, the maximum radius of my bond was not determined to be a mile and a half.
The battle with Oomeo's tongue was certainly desperate for this one, but it was a situation where speed was more demanding than the scale of magic. The same was true of the surrounding terrain. There was no way I could get into the juncture until the mining settlement.
It's daytime now. Under the slightly sumptuous blue skies of early summer, visibility is extremely good in the grasslands with no shelter. It's not comparable to that time.
"What about the priests who go forward? Maybe we should just settle this."
Crowe's voice can be heard in his ear.
Desio and the others who went ahead. The mission includes foot soldiers and they can't travel that fast. If someone who commands that army deploying forward is forced to separate Decio and other clerics and sacred stones from the foot soldiers, the story will change.
"Not yet. The wizard who comes this way is the head of this kingdom's magician. First I want to see what he says and how to get out. The wizards and soldiers in the back, if you want to do it, you can end it in an instant. Keep your signs down and hold back now."
Ishur deliberately spoke clearly and told Mira and the others to hear it too.
The first thing I needed to do was see how they came out, and if I had to, I could destroy them all at once, and I needed to let the people around me know about these things.
Mira has called out to Ishl, trying to overlap Crowe's reply that she "understands".
"Ishur, please"
Mira's desperate sensation made Ishur look back at her unexpectedly.
Mira clouds her complexion. To her left and right, Nelly and Lucia had refrained, as opposed to the head of the Magic Guide. There is a Sharka behind Ishur's left diagonal and before Mira's left diagonal. Sharka was in just the right position to pull the score out because Mira was her own body.
Behind them stood Rabena and the twins side-by-side. Rabena has already recalled Lorca, the covenant spirit, and has put her on standby overhead, just like the court demon conductors and others.
"What?"
Ishur turned his gaze further back as he answered Mira. Dana and the others getting out of the carriage are poking their heads at each other looking at the front and discussing something. The Heavy that followed it seems that perhaps all that remains are squires, and many of the wives have fled backwards.
"Please help those people. If we kill them all, we will halve the court magician of the House of the Holy King."
Mira blued her face and pulled up to just the side of Ishl.
……
Ishur did not reply immediately and saw the magicians lining up beside him with their faces facing forward.
The horizontal rows of the Mage Master are divided into small groups of a few slightly spaced apart. The spacing between the populations is even more vacant. That's probably the basic formation in mass magic warfare. I don't know what phylogenetic magic consists of, but the idea seems to be to use a few groups as the smallest unit of battle, connect each unit when attacking, and limit the damage to one unit of battle, one group, even if attacked when defending.
The formation of the rear regiment is similar. It is divided into small groups of about eight, five or six horsemen with slightly spaced horseback and foot soldiers.
In the past life, perhaps a formation that was not seen much in history. Phalanx, it's not a dense formation, it's not a scattered army, is it like that middle formation?
A world where gunpowder hasn't been invented yet and there is magic instead of guns, maybe something unique.
However, the simple horizontal row of the Magic Master would be an anomaly in itself. Isn't it a special formation, taken for a demonstration against me?
"Master Ishr! Please..."
Turning to Mira again, her desperate expression was becoming more serious.
I'm almost crying already.
That's the five public servants' warrant. It's splendid, Mira.
Regardless of the troops deployed in the rear, a significant decline in the magical power of the Holy King would be inevitable once more than fifty court magicians disappeared at once. The same goes for people, but when it comes to losing magic equipment, it's an uninterrupted loss. Power balance breaks down on the continent, it may not be exaggerated.
It's outrageous to take the lives of more than three thousand people, but for me, the lives of Emilia and the others are heavier than all of them. And Decio, and Mira, and those with you, we must defend them against all evildoers.
"It's not like those people are all kings, how about here..."
……
Surely many of them will just be moving, even the head of the Magic Master, ordered by Bionato.
Ishur erased his emotions, answering Mira with a complicated grin.
"Okay, Mira. I know exactly what you're worried about. Let's do as I say."
If, as a result of the demise of all those demon leaders, the Holy King's kingdom is attacked from another country, or civil unrest occurs, then it becomes just a serpent. The question arises as to whether Bionato needs to be killed.
Ishur squeezed his expression when he turned off his grin there.
"But we could get into trouble later."
"Yes......, I can't help it"
Mira remains a sinking expression.
She simply seems to think that leaving behind the power to move as the king wills as a royal army will be a hassle for the righteous later, but that's not true. I have more pressing issues.
Secondly, yes.
Nellie, who was lying next to her, told Mira to squeal as she tried to talk to her about that pressing issue.
"Hmm?"
When Ishur looks forward, a large flag rises from the center of the army that was unfolding behind the Magic Instructors lined up beside him.
Crossing spears painted in red and gold and silver on white and shielded in the center. A small flag is also raised around one of the same pictorial patterns from the troops deployed to the left and right.
"The Second Knights of the Diocese? Well, I guess so."
The Standing Army of the House of the Holy Kings consists of three Knights from the First to the Third of the Diocese. The First Knights of the Basilica are formed by heavy cavalry, which is the floral shape of the cavalry, while the Third Knights of Rivals and others are organized by heavy infantry.
And now the Second Knights of the Diocese deploying before the Ishurs is a unit organized around the Light Cavalry, the Dragon Cavalry. The first and second belong to infantry units such as spears and archers, and the third to small units of archers and dragon cavalry, respectively.
"That's pulling spears and archers from the other knights."
Nelly went on to say.
"Because there are so many foot soldiers?
Nelly nodded and answered when Ishur asked the question.
"Obviously lots of spears and bows"
Hmm. Indeed, the Second Knights would not be assigned more than two thousand infantry troops. I guess you extracted it from the first and third.
"Few cavalry instead"
Nelly's sharp gaze moves slowly to the left and right.
"I'm guessing one of the Cavalry of the Second Knights is following the mission and directing the streets ahead. Half-enforced."
Ishur explained his thoughts to Nelly.
"Master Ishur, you can't leave the Decios like this. I'll take care of the negotiations with the leader of the magic guide, and Ishr..."
Mira talks to me from the side.
Ishur said he would turn his face to Mira.
"No. It would be dangerous for me to leave. Not only me, but Mira and Dana, they might be thinking about killing us all. Let Klau go to the rescue of the chief priest. But not now. With Crowe just moving, the battle could start all at once. I want to hear the head of the magic guide first."
I'd really like to jump up into the sky to see how Desio and the others went earlier and what's going on behind the deployed troops... Even that can irritate the other person.
Ishur turned his face forward as Mira nodded, "I get it."
The head wizard walking this way and the two swordsmen are getting close enough to distinguish their faces already.
The chief magician is quite a tall man, he will be old enough, he has a long stretched white chin mustache, and how this is the chief magician of the court, he has said the appearance.
Swordsmen on both sides turn to a young man in his early twenties on the left and a woman of his age on the right. The woman has extended her chestnut hair for a long time.
……
Feeling like a killer, he turns around and Nelly stares at the chestnut-haired woman with a sharp gaze.
"That swordsman, you know her."
"Oh."
When Ishur asked Nelly, she answered briefly in a low voice.
... There seems to be some connection between them.
Ishur looked at Mira and said.
"What's the name of that magician chief? What does phylogenetic magic do?
"His name is Madern Ballord. I will leave the earth to the Lord."
"Huh!?
Dirt. Not good!
Ishur somehow saw the head of the magician, who had now approached him around a hundred long steps (skull, about six to seventy m).
Hurry up and put your hands on the other world, spreading a mass of wind magic to the surrounding ground. Danas in the rear. They also spread to court magicians and squires, to the ground beneath carriages and horses.
A clear, solid membrane about a few fingers long (Sadie, about 4-6 cm) spreads to the foot, and the sole of the foot is lifted off the ground.
"Eh."
"Well."
I hear surprises from Mira and Lucia from behind. What worried me was the reaction of the horse put on the carriage, but it seems okay enough to move his ears and shake his neck a little. I haven't even scratched it before.
"It's a dirt magic remedy. If they dig a big hole or something all of a sudden, I can't wait."
The opponent is the chief magician of the court. I'm pretty sure he's quite capable.
"That sounds strange."
I can hear Nelly talking to herself from behind.
It does look like it's floating on the ground visually. The discomfort won't go away.
"You can step in as much as you want."
Ishur turned around and told Nelly.
"But don't start on your own. Defend and set up everything on my side. Be patient if that woman provokes you.
Ishur glanced sideways at the chestnut-haired woman coming from the front and said:
"Ok......"
Nelly looked remorseful for a moment, but nodded honestly.
"Rabena, Pilsa and Puri, too. Don't touch me first."
Ishur turned his gaze behind Nelly and also spoke to the Rabenas.
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
"Okay."
Rabena and the twins responded immediately.
I don't feel threatened by them.
Ishur also looked forward as he let them snort. And he spread the magical mass of wind laid on the ground, even in front of himself.
It is difficult to get too close to the Magic Master, especially the swordsmen who consolidate their sides. They will undoubtedly have the magic equipment of the Martial God.
The look on the faces of the two swordsmen is solid and confident, as well as a foothold. There's no way you don't know me, but you don't make me feel afraid or anxious at all, you just don't break my nature.
Well, it's the same with the head of the magician who can't feel fear or anxiety.
"Be careful"
Mira approached me just a little bit and called out from behind the diagonal.
"The chief magician's covenant spirit is quite powerful. In battle, they emerge from the ground as earthdragons visible to everyone, surrounded by rocks and mounds."
"Hmm..."
Ishur turned his face to Mira.
It's called Godellier's Dragon.
"Godellier?"
Mira nodded "Yes," she glanced at the head of the magic guide and briefly explained.
"Godellier is the name of a cleric soldier who guarded the temple of the earthly god when he was in the kingdom of Urk. A lot of rigidity."
"I see..."
Ishur turned to the front and smiled toward the head of the magician.
The head of the Wizard of the Holy King's House, Madern Ballord, is almost there, about twenty long steps (skull, about thirteen to four m) away, to the immediate outside of a mass of wind magic laid on the ground.
"That sounds interesting"
Both ends of Ishur's lips are pulled up. A soft smile caught my fierce grin.
"My name is Madeleine Ballord, and I am the head of the court magician of the House of the Holy King."
When the Magic Master stopped his legs in front of Ishur's laid mass of wind magic, he came to name with a calm, low voice.
The head of the Magic Master has omitted any name that represents various ranks or origins, which goes between his name and his family name.
There is no great river flowing nearby. There has been no rain in the last few days and the meadows are dry.
A dry breeze blowing around takes away the people-like humidity from the voice of the old demon conductor.
"I wonder if your Lord is Ishr Bersch"
And his dry voice stabbed Ishul's heart like a thorn, and made him rise.
"Yes."
Ishur answered briefly.
Someone rang his throat behind him.
Ishur narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the old black man.
The leader of the Magic Master holds a fine old magic wand in one hand, longer than his own height, and weaves the same black cloak with an even longer hem on top of a black robe.
Long stretched white beard, shredded cheeks. Thin eyes on eagle nose, thin brows. And a floating bald head of blood vessels. The finger holding the wand is unusually thin and long.
"The second generation of the sword of Yveda is even younger again"
The old man squeaked like a soliloquy, slightly distorting his lips.
I'd like to make a deal with your lord.
"What?
Ishur said without any expression on his face.
This old man.... looks like someone. Guess who?
"The Lord is a stranger, not from another country. I don't know how you became a Dielard dog."
The head of the magic guide continued when he glanced at Mira for a moment.
"From here on out, if we can disappear here without entering the Holy Capital, we'll just keep missing it, no matter what. Of course, I will not take the lives of anyone but your Lord, of the Dielard family, or of my magicians behind me."
"Ha, ha"
Ishur looked up to heaven before the old man's dialogue ended or not, and shook his shoulders and laughed violently.
That's right, this guy...
Forest witch, similar to Lene......
"... Phew"
Ishur wiped his moist eyes with his fingertips as he stopped laughing and looked at the old man and said.
"No, you made me laugh for hissing. Old man.... Is that the direct word of His Majesty the King?
Maderne only slightly tightened her expression, nothing in particular reacted.
The swordsman on the man on the left turned to a much more rugged face. The woman on the right doesn't break her cool spare look. The woman doesn't even seem to be looking at Nelly.
"You can't. I can't handle your deal very well. Bionato's ambitions must be crushed. That's already a decision for me. Not for any deal."
Ishur said with a new distortion of his lips, wanting to erase the slightest remaining grin.
"Just one thing. If I give you Bionato's neck, don't even think about it."
The right hand of the Chief Mage was offered behind his back. The look on the swordsman's face on the right makes it more rugged.
"I don't know what His Majesty wants. … but I don't think his ambitions are bad."
The old demon mentor has rather softened his expression.
That's the place called the head of a country's magic guide? He can't eat.
Is this the Kings, too? Isn't it? Well, either way.
"No. I don't exaggerate with despair, etc. No, you can't. Whatever Bionato does, the gods don't turn around."
Ishur said with a sarcastically distorted grin deeper.
"He's a royal man, but his manners are too dirty. If you are the king of the great kingdom, you must be guided only."
Ishur went on to say even more.
"He's just a boss."
……
Maderne silenced himself against her back.
"I can see that. The gods didn't even hang Bionato on their teeth. You might find out, too, huh? Kill me and take away the magic of the wind."
If you were chosen by God. I can get wind magic gear.
Instead, a new struggle will be pressed.
The old man said one breath out short.
"Negotiation is a breakdown."
And for the first time, I smiled at its majestic and aging covered face.
"The chief priest may have gone a long way. Don't you have to get it back?"
Ishur nodded, erasing sarcasm from the floating grin.
"It's okay, no problem. Totally."
Hands on the other side of the wind.
From there, it must be rooted, warmed up, and grabbed.
"Hmm..."
The fingertips of the old man holding the wand moved slightly. Swordsman's hips on both sides sink slightly.
The sound of the wind, as well as the little stirrings of the soldier horses that transmit the meadows, disappeared somewhere far away.
Killing around.
"Godellier!"
"Wind god!
Boy and old man, two opposite shouted.
From around Ishur, the world disappears at a tremendous speed. Vision becomes a running stream of innumerable colors and flows down.
When he noticed, Ishur was sticking his right hand forward and clutching his fist firmly.
Two sword tips stick out at the end of that fist.
After all, the two chief magicians' escorts have used the magic of acceleration. The body is obliquely stiffened by a beautiful figure with extended limbs.
The skinny sword tip is shaking fine. No matter how much effort you put into it, it only works slightly because.
The man's swordsman's remorseful face. A woman's swordsman's flashy face.
Ishur covered his front in a semi-circular fashion, with a wind junction previously tensioned in the battle of Oomeo's tongue.
Far, to the armies behind the wizards lined up on the side.
The wind prison junction released during the day shines in the sun, with a slightly yellow glow and transparency against the background of the sumptuous blue sky.
The large and small military flags that were visible from the Second Knights, commonly known as the White Spear Knights, trapped on the outer edge of the junction, are fixed in an unnatural way as they meet the wind, exposing an odd silhouette to a thin blue sky. I could no longer feel any sign of a human horse from a distant army.
The spirits, which floated in the air in front of them, lined up like a trade fair, had lost their magical glow and were still showing things that were going to disappear, things that distorted their shape to bitterness, and various changes. It is probably the spirits of the wind system that have little extraneous influence and are situated in the absence of a location. If it's the same system, it doesn't mean you'll be completely cut off from magic. However, the inability to move and the inability to use any of his own magic is no different from that of other spirits of the lineage.
A slight blurring is transmitted from the magical guides who line up beneath it, but it is the same that neither they nor they can harden within the conjuncture to move or use magic.
A large strange structure emerged in the meadows, thin and radiant, uninterrupted. Those who were imprisoned inside only looked like dust and mustard accumulated at the bottom of its structure.
Ishur turned his gaze to Maderne's old face.
The old man's face had a surprising colour, but there is no peeking fear.
The battle was momentary.
In an instant, I thought it was settled.
The thin lip end of the old demon mentor is pulled up.
The ground around the Ishurs shook out.
The right oblique rear meadow of the Magic Master rises. The lifted grass and soil cracked and a sharp, pointed mass of rock appeared.
The blocks of stone protrude vertically from the ground as they push up Ishl's tense junction.
The ground was even more intense and swayed.
Ishur glanced at her eyes and saw it.
The power of something horrible that severely interferes with one's own connections.
"Godellier's earthly dragon......"
I heard Mira squealing behind me.
Gogaga, Gunn and, as if at that time to respond to Mira's whining, a sharp mass of rock protruding heavily into the meadow broke from the apex into two pieces, raising a roar that would determine the bottom of his belly.
The roar of the rocky dragon spread across the meadow beyond the boundaries of Ishur. A sharp mass of rock from the ground was in the shape of a dragon's head.
Ground that keeps rocking hard.
The clumps of rock creepingly tremble as they bubble. The dragon of the rock had broken Ishur's bond with its uninterrupted power, and was rampant in an attempt to drag his body out of the earth.
The upset of Nelly and Rabena and the others comes from behind.
If we let it go like this, the Rock Dragon will gradually push my tensioned junction and eventually it could completely break and tear it apart......
But Ishur smiled back at the chief magician with a confident grin.
Ishur began to gather the magic of the new wind over the head of the Rock Dragon so that it could be sucked out of the realm of the Spirit. It was solidified to make a thin needle, compressed and densified.
And he "grabbed" it like a hammer with plenty more of the magic of the wind, and the needle of the magic of the wind, hardened to high density, which was now long and thick, shaped like a full-armed bullet —— struck it down from the top toward the dragon of the rock.
cancer, rather a small sound cracked the dragon's head, the tip of its pointy jaw, and the hole.
Ishur opened that dense mass of magic as the shell of wind magic fired down penetrated Godellier's dragon body.
Just above the rock mass, which was the head of the earthly dragon, puts a hole in the wind junction.
When the ground trembled to a large extent, Earthdragon's head blew vertically into the air, and the surrounding ground pushed the junction up slightly.
A grey smoke, mixed with earth and rock, blew up the holes of Ishur's empty junction high in the sky.
"And no other love."
Ishur turned off his grin and said just that towards Maderne.
I don't know how much of Godellier's earthly dragon and yara are, but I can't compare them to the Red Emperor Dragon, for example. Only to that extent.
Madern wriggles around his neck and tries to look at the diagonal back, now just a chunk of crushed rock, the head of a dirt dragon.
"I can't. I can't move my neck to the back. That's how it's regulated."
Ishur spoke to the head of the court magic guide.
"You wouldn't have to look at it to feel it, would you? Your covenant spirits have vanished."
And Ishur said, sharpening his gaze.
"The farce is over"
Then Ishur lifted his left arm toward the head of the magician and showed him the back of his hand. He took the black leather perforated gloves as they were and showed the red glowing gem on the back of his hand.
"... it"
The eyes of the chief magician, slightly fatigued, were opened wide.
Stopping in the form of a sword sticking out to Ishur, the two swordsmen also have a startling color on them.
Ishur said to the chief of the magician in a low voice.
"Of course you do, don't you? What's this?"
Ishur's face remains a harsh expression.
"The other one is held by Bionato. Tell him when you get back to the Holy City. If you don't return it to the Cathedral Church soon, it will cause God's wrath."
……
Madern has lost his word and is just stunned.
Ishur put on his gloves and called Klau to hide the glowing red jade stone on the back of his hand.
"Crow."
Crowe's figure slowly floats up over Ishur's head.
Ishur said he would look up at the crow floating in the universe.
"Kraw will advance along this street to the front of the meadow, secure the priests"
"Okay."
Klau snorted briefly.
"The priests are on a carriage, but I think the enemy's horseback is probably surrounding them and guiding them. I want you to keep the enemy safe from the priests by using the magic of sleep."
"No problem."
Klau went on to give pleasure, but said, clouding his face a little.
"It's just a similar connection to this Yveda-sama thing... this is a little hard for me to get through too"
Ishur nodded one slight smile.
"This junction is thinning and weakening as the altitude rises. It's a little troublesome, but it's easier to get out if you go up vertically high from here."
"Hmm..."
Klau looked up at the sky and groaned.
"Okay. Then the Sword Palace, let it be."
When Klau said so, he disappeared shortly after blinking.
"... that's the Great Spirit..."
I can hear Maderne whining.
Now there was a voice coming from the right diagonal rear as Ishur tried to turn his face to the chief demon of faultlessness.
"Yes, Ishur,... Lord Ishur"
On the right as Ishur turned around, a silver-thinking sword was sticking its cutting-edge against the chestnut-haired woman.
Nelly, too, seems to have reacted tightly to the chestnut-haired woman's movements. Nelly's protruding sword tip was taken in like one night, again inside Ishl's tense junction.
"That. Could you please step aside a little bit?"
Ishur said as he glanced sideways at Nelly.
"Again? Nelly."
"Hurry up. You don't have to chase a runaway husband or a luggage horse. The remaining squires and wives will take the carriage, go ahead and rendezvous with the priests. I'll meet you later."
Lucia, Rabena, and the twins rush towards the back. For a moment Nellie sent a contemptuous glance at the chestnut-haired woman she met, turning herself over and returning to the carriage in front of her.
"Ishur, that's..."
Mira looks at Ishl with a stiff face.
"Keep a hole in the junction so everyone can get through. Go through there and return to the streets and join the Ritual Chief. I'm gonna keep this bond together for a while, and I'm gonna keep them all grounded."
Ishur said as he looked at the armies and the wizards spreading across the meadow.
"Mira. That's what I mean by not killing them, not annihilating the court magicians and the Second Knights. We must remain vigilant in their pursuit until we reach the Holy City. It's the same if you threaten me and let me go first, no, the situation gets worse. They'll keep blocking the streets and jamming them."
"... not anymore. Ishur."
Mira is about to lean over and cry.
"I don't have a choice. What Mira says is that it's the right thing to do."
If we do annihilate them, the continent's map of forces could change.
Bionato. If he was reading that much...
"Will you not kill us?"
From the side comes the head of the magician.
"That's right. As I said, tell the King when you return to the Holy City. Return the red jade stone to the cathedral."
"Thank you, Ishur."
Mira has her hands on her chest and says thank you to Ishur.
"No, I think the king himself should thank me, not Mira."
Dana's voice came from behind when Ishur thought of Mira's feelings and somewhat slammed a light mouth.
"Oh, you're not gonna kill me."
Dana left behind the rest of the court magician of the mission, and came alone to the one with the Ishurs, and stood before Maderne. My eyes are cold when I look at Dana's head of the magic guide.
"Good for you, chief court magician. With my life saved."
Dana grinned softly and horribly.
"You should thank Mira and Yveda's sword, Mr. Ishur, for their mercy."
Maderne is restless across the line.
Hey, what? What's going on?
"Dana and the Chief Mage have been unfriendly for a long time."
Mira came face-to-face in Ishur's ear and spoke in a whisper.
"Dana is the youngest daughter of the Count Rubinoni family, but she will be the grandson of the current lord of the House of Briones, on the brink of the Duke of Briones, the same five-decree public house as I am"
Ishur glanced at Dana and Maderne for a moment.
I don't know about that. Even the chief court magician can't handle Dana without her.
"This matter has nothing to do with it. Or was the Rubinoni supposed to be on the side of the righteous?"
And even so, Maderne has said things that provoke Loser and Dana.
Dana's eyebrows pick up.
Not good......?
"Mira, you're ready!
Lucia came running from the rear and said.
Just fine.
"Okay, you need to leave right away. Rabena!"
Ishur spoke to Rabena, a little further behind him.
"I want you to distribute Lorca to the front of Mira's carriage and hit the guidance and alert"
Rabena nodded, and Lorca knelt again from the air.
"Mr. Dana, your carriage too, have someone sit in your podium with a magician on your perimeter."
"Okay."
Dana has just turned the tough look she had on Maderne into a smile and said:
And finally, giving Maderne another sharp glimpse, he turned his back on the Ishurs and headed back towards the carriage behind him.
"Lucia,... could my dress have been all right"
Next to Ishur, Mira is speaking to Lucia in a small voice.
"Yes, my lady. All our luggage was safe."
Dress?
"What? That"
Mira and the court magicians of the mission dress similarly to the same, whitish priestly clothing since they left the Holy Stone mine.
"Mira, it's a red dress that your daughter has specially tailored to meet Ishiru."
"Oh, that time"
That's the one Mira was wearing when she came to see me at the top of the Cranbell Mountain.
Did you bother to make a new one......
"... if I had Lucia already. Don't tell me, I'm embarrassed..."
Mira leans down with her hands on her cheeks, and, no, no, I look at this one.
Ha. Uh, how am I supposed to react?
Ishur even smiled and deceived, cutting through the spot.
Ishur made his way through the Miras by tearing the center of the self-stretched junction into reverse "ku" letters so as to avoid the wizards lined up beside him. Against the second Knights deployed in the rear, they made sure to pass between groups divided into seven or eight.
"Is your Lord taking command of the mission?
When the Miras departed and Ishur was alone, the old demon conductor called out from beyond the juncture.
"There are times like that"
Ishur said softly, his eyes narrowed and he looked at Maderne.
"... it doesn't matter. If I have to, I will crush the entire royal palace of the Holy City. Be careful at best so that Bionato's head doesn't go any stranger with fear. You're the head of the court magician. If there are other balls, I can replace them. Don't forget that."
I can't show this old man this weakness right now.
Ishur jumped up into the sky when he said so.
His surroundings were covered with wind magic to maintain oxygen levels and barometric pressure, rising to a height of about three miles long (scar, about 2,000 m).
The Miras are about to cross a semi-circular expansion of the Second Knights and go outside the stretched boundaries of Ishur.
"Bad."
Ishur shrugged his expression as he glanced west.
The sky is clear and the sight is good. At the end of the streets stretching out the meadows, on the other side where the trees grew sparsely, you can see a group of countless carriages and possibly dozens or so of soldiers.
That would be the heavy Squad of the Second Knights left in the rear. Waiting at a point slightly south of the street.
Ishur slightly lowered altitude and approached the heavy unit.
"Hmm."
Crowe. That's quite a procedure.
All the heavy foot soldiers are sleeping and sitting on the ground. Many of the horses also appear to be sitting on the ground or lying down on their bodies and sleeping. Usually horses often sleep standing up. Every horse may be in a state of deep sleep, rather than half paralyzed.
Ishur turned his fist gripped around the stiffening of the carriage, loaded the carriage with a mass of wind magic, hit it and broke its axle, crushing it all.
Ishur raised his altitude again and looked at the one at the end of the street. Trees thrive, and you can see horseback riding, carriages, and black chunks of people around the end of the meadow. The distance will be more than ten miles. I don't see the details.
Ishur raised the altitude even further and watched as the Miras joined Desio and the others as they laid sight of the Order's overshadowed magicians and knights.
When Desio and the others, who had preceded Mira in a row, rendezvous, Ishur went further up altitude and moved over their heads. Kraw shows up and comes up to Ishur.
"The Sword Palace, all the enemy horsemen who were guiding the priests, put them to sleep. The wizards who were lagging behind caught up. How do you like it?
Crowe floated in front of Ishl in a translucent appearance and asked.
"Tell the cleric downstairs. The infantrymen of the mission will be separated here. Same goes for the horseback riders who joined from Cranbell. Only Rivals and the other, two righteous men, accompany them. I want to organize everything just for horseback riding and carriage, and head to the Holy Capital"
Ishur looked east of the meadow, towards the junction.
"I can't kill the ones who locked me in there for a reason. I want to avoid being chased by that army later. I want to be able to move this one as quickly as possible."
"I see."
Klau also nodded his eyes at Ishur's conjunction.
Then we'll arrange it that way.
"Yes, I'll catch up later."
For a while after Klau disappeared, the mission under his eyes moved west down the street towards the Holy Capital. Walkers and horseback riders of separated missions slowly advance out behind them.
Later, beside the street, dozens of sleeping horseback rides and chunks of one were left behind. That was the Second Knights' unit that Klau slept with. Kraw accurately identified and dealt with enemy allies.
Ishur turned his right hand toward the eastern junction as the mission proceeding down the street went through the meadows and into the wooded areas where many of the trees thrived, returning a little magic to the other world. When the power of the kingdom weakened and the trapped magicians and the soldiers of the Knights were able to move, they opened up the rest of their magic.
The magic of the open wind gushed around.
The soil and smoke that covered the meadows spread into the sky could also be seen clearly from Ishur floating in the air, about ten miles away.
I will not kill you. But let's have him suffer as much injury as possible. It would be even better if we were confused at best and had it crushed even temporarily.
Ishur pursued the mission, and when he entered the forest zone, he knocked down the trees along the street inwards, hit the street with the magic of the wind and dug it up, digging a hole that lasted a long time.
Too much affects the lives of merchants and peasants coming and going along the road. When it's the mission's work, I want to avoid rumors along the way.
It cleans up the state of confusion, housing heavy and horseback squads along the streets slumbered by the crow, and when you enter the woods, the streets are covered with fallen trees and holes are dug. Whatever the foot soldiers are if the surroundings are forest, they cannot bypass the streets by horseback riding or carriage.
Still, the opponent has more than fifty magicians. Burning down trees on the streets, filling holes or they would be able to do it without bitterness. But it should take a long time to restore it so that it can pass through the streets again.
Ishur followed the Mission's lane as he flicked himself in the air and landed on one knee over Mira's carriage.
Nellie, who was sitting on your podium, turned around and saw Ishl with a slight face.
On that day, the villages along the streets off the forest, the wild boarding houses at Terrell, the mission's helpers, including Desio, did not stay in the village's private houses so that they could move quickly in an emergency, but only offered to provide meals, water, and leaves, all lying in carriages, on carriages, under farmhouses, etc., and took temporary sleep. Of course, Klau was asked to focus on monitoring the descent of the street and the Krembel side.
After his arrival in the village of Terrell, did he also know about Klau, as did Nayarlushku, and there was also an act of excited Decio grabbing Ishur and making an exaggerated noise, where Ishur asked Mira, Rival and others, in addition to Decio, to gather together for a meeting on the journey to reach the Holy Capital. It was decided to follow from behind, to exercise vigilance against the Mages and the Second Knights below the Head of the Court Magic, as well as against ambushes in the direction of progress on the Sacred Capital, and to return to the Sacred Capital as soon as possible, with a minimum of rest for both men and horses.
The following evening we pass Caliere, a city with the castle of Count Landerini. Apologizing for the Count's response in the castle, he took a break in the village of Bonaro, one step ahead.
The carriages of Mira and Ishur, as well as those of Lucia and Rabena, all sat on your stand alternating to be on guard and escort. Sometimes even Mira sat on your stand and watched.
Every day, in the evening, Ishur went up to the sky and knocked down the trees in search of places where forests and miscellaneous woods spread along the streets, digging holes and obstructing the path of the succeeding Mage and the troops of the Second Knights of the Diocese. Few residents would travel to and from the streets at night, which was a considered action.
Finally on the third day of his arrival in the Holy City about a day and a half later, in the evening, he left the escort and vigilance of the mission to Klau, and Ishur went up into the sky towards the woods, which passed after noon.
So far, it has not come to a dangerous situation, with the forces of the Wizards of Bionato and the Second Knights of the Diocese approaching the mission.
Is the altitude about two miles long (scar, about a thousand and three hundred m)?
Ishur looked over at the eastern sky, which was dark and began to sink into darkness at night. It is barely possible for fields, groves, meadows, and hills large and small to accumulate like thin stripes and disappear into mountainous horizons.
Ishur felt something flying forward, quite downstairs.
It's a brilliance of magic.
Ishur circled around the back of the subject as he descended. The horizon flows and rotates, inadvertently brightening. Now it's in the form of a flying west. The light of the red, shining sunset was to the north and south, how long it had lasted.
In the light of that sunset, a small figure spanning a long wooden wand came into view.
You're still young.
I'm still not sure if the figure is a boy or a girl. I'm not wearing that wizard's hat. Shorter hair. I'm wearing a black robe. Faster than Rabena.
You're here for reconnaissance.
Ishur immediately made no offense and approached from the rear.
When I stuffed it to a distance where my voice was likely to reach if I screamed, the little magician turned around.
Young indeed. Is that the girl?
When the Magic Instructor notices Ishl, he lowers the tip of the magic wand all the way down and descends. I'm trying to change altitude to speed and turn left, south side, little by little.
They found us. You manage to get around the east side, rear, you want to go back to the main unit.
Ishur slowed down and flew so that he could cut off the path of the magician and slide to the south to the side.
The Magic Master has been shooting as many windballs as one head in a row as Ishur continues to occupy on his left.
Ishur emerges a wall of wind magic and crushes the wind ball. And he made a wall of magic appear on the side of the Magic Master, trying to capture the Magic Master.
Hmm?
Ishur's magic stops.
Ishur struck down the wall of magic that made him appear halfway.
This guy,... he's slippery.
The Magic Master was not only sliding around as he descended, but sliding himself slightly outward. Moreover, when Ishur appeared a wall of magic, he felt it sensitive, and at that moment it was even bigger, sliding himself to the side.
Are you a Lecipro pilot?
That's the court magician. I'm used to air warfare.
The Wizard shoots the wind ball again as he overtakes the Ishur wind wall. Beautiful is the shadow of a little magician, cutting aside the red, tail-drawing western sky.
Ishur felt a nasty sign behind his back when he crushed the wind ball.
Instinctively, you hit the wall against yourself and blow it to the side.
An arm with claws appeared in the air where Ishur was, and Gatin, and grabbed the sky.
Ishur opened his eyes for a moment as he flew to the side and did so.
That's Oomeo's tongue, a small version of the stupid big kagi claw that Nayal sent out when he broke the demon seal's junction.
Shortly before the claws appeared in the air disappeared, Ishur struck the magic of the wind and opened it, blasting it into the northeasterly sky opposite himself, blowing it far away.
Attract attention when you are stunned, and let the Spirit sneak in and attack you?
I couldn't afford to see what form of spirit it was.
That's pretty good.
When the magician found out that his maneuver had ended in failure, he shrunk his entire body and descended at once, making it crawl through the earth and creeping under Ishur to flee eastward.
... Shall we end this now?
Ishur covered the walls of the wind's magic at equal speeds around the wand's wizard master. Eventually, the magician took away his magic and stood still in the air.
Ishur stopped by the magician's side with a beautiful curve.
"Tired."
The little magician, who had turned his face to Ishul, who spoke, had dark hair, stared at Ishul with big black eyes, and stuck out his lower lip.
"Hmm, dude."
Girl?
She's like messing up Cerda more.
I'll take you as a prisoner.
Quite capable, young wizard. She looks fine.
Ishur's face was smiling backwards from his own firm dialogue.
"Hmm, I knew you were doing it."
After Ishur had captured the girl of the court magician, the girl called out as she was knocking down trees on both sides of the street surrounded by nearby groves and digging up the ground of the street.
"Are you guys wearing a proper knocked down tree and burying the road?
"You bet!
Ishur and the girl are floating in the dimmed skies of the evening. The girl talks over Ishl's tense wall of wind magic.
"Well, that's good. So, how long is it taking?
"Er, that's... you can't talk like that!
Lots of bokeh on my own.
"Well fine. I'll torture you when I get back."
"Gee!
When Ishur laughed at the girl, he chased the mission to the end of the street.
The mission was wild at the side of a small river crossing the streets north and south after buying in food, water and leaves in a village en route.
Rivals and oracios are directing their squire and their remaining husbands to remove their horses from the carriage and drink water in the river, giving them leaves.
Dana and the court magicians, Desio and the other priests, as well as Rabena and Lucia, were breaking up with each other's groups and setting fire to each other and preparing for dinner.
In the group of Rabena and Lucia, Mira brought out a small round chair from somewhere and sat blurry staring at the burning fire.
Ishur landed on their side to free the witch girl she had caught.
"Bellin......"
The girl, who was unloaded before the burning fire in red, knelt one knee on the ground on the spot whether she was tired or not.
Mira told me to look at the girl and whine.
Bellin called her family name Ibarra, one daughter of the Viscount family.
"Belin, I'm Ischl. Greetings."
"I know that. Don't call my name casual."
"Belin, what a way to listen to your mouth, Ishr."
Mira rose out of her chair and got angry.
"... sorry. Mira."
Bellin bows down to Mira's sword screen.
"Oh, if you think of someone. It's not Bellin."
When Ishur looked back at the one who spoke, Dana stood alone a little further away.
"Dana, hey..."
Hmm? You two sisters?
When Ishur looks at Bellin's face, she looks even worse in the butt.
"What's wrong with you?
Dana approached and spoke right in front of Bellin.
"Bellin is Dana's cousin."
Mira briefly explained to Ishur, who shakes his head busily and looks at Belin and Dana in the face.
I see......
"Uh."
Mouthwatering belline.
"You've come to scout us. So Mr. Ishr caught me."
Dana glanced at Ishur and said.
"Hehe. You've learned a lot, haven't you? Even you can't win."
……
Bellin points her lips down. He looks dissatisfied, he looks a little remorseful.
"No, not quite. Why not? I enjoyed it too."
When Ishur says, Bellin looks up and stares.
"It's a big deal to be able to fly and fight while slipping"
but I glanced at one of the next Ishur's words.
"Right!
This guy...... Don't change your expression.
"I think he's got a talent for air combat."
When Ishur purposefully says something to incite,
"Aerial warfare......"
It turned out to be a surprised face like Bellin had discovered something.
"You know the basics of air warfare when you turn altitude into speed."
"Oh! Yeah, yeah."
Bellin makes her face shine and nod.
Bellin has made himself attacked the Spirit, but, vice versa, the way his hand fights is more of a commonly used hand.
"The rest is right. Always discover faster than your opponent in aerial warfare and take altitude first. It might be a good idea to hide the Spirit, position it forward and alert it. If you get ahead of your opponent, fight with the sun on your back during the day."
"Whoa, whoa."
Bellin gives an inspiring voice as Ishur raises one finger and explains about air warfare.
"Yes, Ishur, you know very well. Ku, aerial warfare, ah......"
Become the look Bellin dreams of.
Aerial warfare, I know the word is not often used in this world. But......
This guy, I mean, he's an air war idiot...
"Hey, Bellin. Come with me, thou. You can't be the head magician. If that old man became the king's running dog, so be it."
Dana smiled from the side and spoke to Bellin.
"... but"
"You must have heard of the king's ideals somewhere, too, right? I wonder if it's from the head of the magician. Don't believe in such ridiculous dream stories. The Cathedral Church doesn't want that."
Ishur's face became harsh. For a moment, Mira and I gaze at each other.
What is the King's ideal, or his ambition to hold both the Holy Kingdom and the Cathedral Church in his hand, combining politics, armies, and religion to unite the continent? Is it also extended to those who are in the court of the Holy City?
Indeed, what Bionato thinks may be similar in appearance to fascinate the noble and cleric youths of the Holy Kingdom, no, an ideal that deludes them.
"It's..."
"The Cathedral Church today, which I was interested in after the demise of the Kingdom of Urk, has a lot of diversity and flexibility with it. Think about it."
Ishur told Bellin to stick it away with a difficult face on.
"To? …"
"That's Ishr. That's a great idea."
Mira smiles.
No, I wonder. Normal, I think. I'm just saying, think about why the Urk kingdom has been destroyed.
"While the wind is blowing, there is truth on the other side of the wind."
Dana smiled and told Bellin.
With that said, Dana was also a wind wizard. I wonder what it is. Is that some kind of alarm? Is it even written in the Book of Wind Demons?
I know what you mean.
"Besides, if you come with me, you might be able to tell Mr. Ischl more about“ air warfare ”."
Dana's been looking at this one from the middle of nowhere.
There's Bellin, too, and he turns to me.
"Okay, I will!
Bellin haggun, and once she shook her head wide and vertical, she said in a cheerful voice.
The next day, Ishur was on watch duty in the morning at the wagon stand, alternating with Nelly in the afternoon, in the same car as Mira and Sharka.
……
The season begins in February (May) of spring and the interior of the car during the day is warm. The Sacred Capital is already approaching and the altitude is falling.
On both sides of the street are sprawling blue-colored wheat fields with stunning relaxing countryside.
Mira has also spoken to Ishul at first, but it is also getting smaller and smaller in mouth, and is now starting to coax, coax and row ships.
Sharka is still blurry staring out the window.
As a matter of course, it is the unanimous view of Mira, Desio, and Rivals that if they enter the entire city of the Holy Capital, neither the Mages nor the Knights will be able to get their hands on it.
If we let the horses rest for a while this evening, we'll travel all night until the next morning and at dawn we'll be all over the city of Estofol. Let's suggest it to Decio or Rival later.
Bellin's story says the Magic Team and the Second Knights organized their troops in the city of Caliere, regrouping their troops around the Dragon Cavalry and the Riding Magic Team, and left the area yesterday morning.
If we keep up the obstruction work on the streets this evening, we won't have to worry about getting caught up to the Holy Capital.
Ishur also began to blur his consciousness as he meditated and contemplated his eyes.
... Something's coming this way from the dark.
"Ha."
Ishur awakened his eyes.
When I look up, Sharka looks forward with a solid gaze.
"Sword Palace"
Crowe called out.
"You're a fast horse. They're coming this way."
"Mira!"
Ishur made Mira stop the carriage when she woke up and went outside.
Follow along with Mira, whose Sharka is still blurry from behind.
The carriage of the Decios priests, in front of them, also stopped, across the roofed carriage carrying the sacred stones.
At the beginning of the line, Rival and Oracio disembark and seem to be embracing the messenger who got off the early horse.
"Amad!"
Desio screams ahead.
Desio's Knower!?
When Ishur caught up, Oracio was waking up a young cleric from behind.
The clergyman carries a sword on his back on his clergyman's clothes.
Is it a cleric soldier?
"Amad!"
"Hold on tight."
The priests with Desio are also speaking up to you about knowing his name.
The young cleric, called Amad, let off his breath and was dyeing his left arm and around his right hip with red blood.
"Ha, ha."
Amad raised his voice painfully.
"Ha, it's a lot. Of the Royal Inspectorate, who is the Dielard family?"
"It's me. Temple of the Priest."
Mira came out from behind in a hard tone.
"The Knights of the Cathedral…, surrounding your mansion"
Ha!? What do you mean?
And all that surrounded Amad were stunned.
"… Soon we will fight……, attack Dielard's mansion, it does not appear to be a situation…"
Amad went on to say that, yes, he would take his breath short.
"The Third Knights, by royal decree, said they were out in battle."
Mira has touched Ishl's arm.
"Master Ishr!
Mira's face is turning bright blue.
Such an idiot. Are you out of your mind, you bionat...
Ishur glanced far, pointing at the western sky.
Slowly bending streets to the left and a wheat field covering the perimeter, where you can see the private houses surrounded by trees dotted.
Water-coloured skies with white clouds spread out on the Xia horizon ahead.
If we hurry, we'll fly all the way to Estofol. I'll subdue you from the sky.
"Fly to the Sacred Capital now"
Ishur held his fist and said in a low voice.