Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

Ishur stared at Kurt, no, the head of the purple sharp crystal (O.S.A.) Fred O'Hen's comedy.

He just stared at the light and the shadow intertwining with each other and dancing madness as the shadow of the man played madness on the dim wall that spread in front of him.

"Hehe,... by the way, how did you fix Tuaf's illness?

With a smile on his face, Frade asked Ishl.

……

But Ishur did not answer immediately, and when he was in an easy position to combine his legs, he raised one hand and slowly began to rub his jaw. Its eyes are slightly narrowed, with some slight expression.

Is that a mockery, some sort of harmony, or a mockery of the other person?

"Is that what you mean? You."

Ishur's lips are distorted.

Ishur did not answer Frade's question immediately.

"The world is narrow.... Really"

To one word Ishl went on to say, Frade turned that grin off and got a hard face.

The dialogue, which was nothing, seemed to contain something overlapping with memories from Ishur's previous life or something that even the long lived frames were all blind, inexplicable and inexplicable.

Ishur just seemed stunned and had already recovered from his own consternation and agitation while Frade was laughing. That illusion, where sound and light rocked and staggered violently through the basement, calmed Ishur's heart rather quietly the other way around.

"How did you fix Tuaf's illness, huh?

Ishur tilted his head all over his head and looked diagonally at the flade and said:

I can't be upset or anything forever. To this extent.

Otherwise, this old man will be followed as good. This guy is not “Coot” now.

"I killed him."

Ishur's lips become even more distorted. There was also an interesting color in my eyes, which gave me a clear grin.

"The character of Stena, who nests in Tuaf."

"Stena's Jinku..."

Frade sharpened his eyes, but groaned as if he had fallen in love somewhere.

"I'm not a cleric, a doctor, or a pharmacist. It just so happens that what you've done in the first place has worked, and it could happen again someday."

Ishur looked slightly more serious and told him to threaten half the frade.

"Deeply broken human hearts probably won't be fixed for life. We have to put multiple thin membranes of time on them and get confused."

At that time, Maula said that Frade had arranged at that time a cleric with the ability to heal the spiritual system from the Cathedral's main mountain, or cathedral, to fix the illness of Tsaf's heart. Probably relied on some kind of handover to call someone from the Holy Clergy class like Desio.

"Right. I guess so."

Frade said in a small voice with an emotion-extinguished face.

"Maybe we should do something better for Tuaf to fade past memories. For example, you want Mora to find a good man to marry and have grandchildren? Anyway, it's like being happy with yourself and your family. Or let him/her have a new, strong sense of mission that allows him/her to confront past memories?... That's all I can think of."

"I see..."

"Why don't you move for your precious granddaughter? You."

On a slightly nodding flade, Ishur again gave a distorted grin.

"So, what brings you all the way out here today, all of a sudden at this hour? Does that mean you owe me back? Is that a good story, too? Grandpa."

Ishur bent over the edge of his lips and looked at the flade.

"Hmm. The one you can't eat on the kid's ass."

Frade squeezed his expression when he exhaled hard, and firmly fixed his powerful gaze on Ishl.

"Thank you to your lord, that's not a bluff, but what I called you today is a different matter"

With Ishur staring, Frade left for a little while.

"Today, your lord went to the royal palace to help the eldest son of the Dielard family, who is grounded? Is it true you met the Second Prince with the Secretary of the Interior at that time?"

……

Ishur silently tilted his neck further to the side.

This is the length of the purple sharp crystal. Naturally you will know the movements of the Third Knights of the Diocese, which besieged the Dielard family, as well as the trends of Salomon. It's all a big case of rocking the Holy City and the Holy Kingdom. The story may already be quite widespread to the general public throughout the city.

And I set foot in the royal palace, met the secretary of the interior and the second prince, face to face with Bionato's damned shadow fighters, and the matter of being devoured would be of great concern to all the noblemen, even if not the most important to the shadowworking people.

At this point in the day, even the purple sharp crystal is not clear.

"You want to know? His Highness the Long of the Purple Spine Crystal."

Ishur, for once, said mean things.

"I'm still busy with this. As you know, the Duke's residence is the situation. You just go out of your way to call that in and pull the information out conveniently?

"Mmm..."

Flade's eyebrows rise slightly.

"You can talk to him, but swear before you do. Help me help the righteous. That's the best you can do. For once, you're a righteous man, aren't you? I'll give you a loan for Tuaf. Grandpa."

……

Frade put his arms together when he exhaled loudly. There is no shadow of Coot anywhere else in that trick.

"No. Your lord should speak first. Then I'll negotiate with you."

"I don't like it. My business is first. Swear to me."

Frade, of course, does not take Ishl or step back.

The two gazed sharply and often at each other.

"... an outrageous one"

Frade softened his expression, but only his gaze remained sharp, and his bluffiness remained unchanged.

"Fine. All the best, not to mention the power of your lord. Let's swear it."

Frade nodded and said.

But I just didn't back down.

"Before we talk about how to join your lord, let me ask you a question first."

"Okay."

Ishur also said one nod.

Words were taken from the flade for now.

The idea exists as common sense that in this world, on the continent, the more well-known the person is, the more heavy the words and actions are, and once it is also spoken and "sworn," etc., it is not acceptable to flee later simply because it is a word of mouth. Of course, that's absolute and no exception, though.

Ishur told Frad the whole story about what had happened since he boarded the royal palace with Mira.

"... so in the end, Bionato was a fake who wasn't even Rokuro, and he couldn't hold a second prince in his arms. When it comes to harvesting, it's to the point where we know exactly who Luffraid and the Secretary of the Interior are."

"Well... did you stay in the royal palace, Leflade?"

"Oh."

Ishur nodded with a difficult look at the slightly grinning flade.

"What, thanks to the absence of one in the royal palace, I was able to meet the people I wouldn't normally see first. Don't worry about it."

Frade's eyes are laughing.

Doesn't this old man already know everything? the upcoming movements of each faction. The shaking of the Holy City.

"Hmm."

Ishur told Frade that he would look bored.

Is it every penny?

Are you saying that as a coot, you can't be a righteous man, or as the head of a purple spike crystal?

"That's why the situation is not good. The way ahead is compassionate. I want to know what you can do."

"Say it."

Frade said, shrugging his jaw at Ishur.

……

Ishur stared at Frade's face.

Purple Tsim Jing is an organization in the Temple, but it belongs to the Holy King's family. The facade is the temple of the Cathedral Church and its clerics and apprentices, but the essence is nothing different from the Knights of the Cathedral.

"Which is the real you, Coot or the head of the purple pointed crystal?

Ishur said sarcastically distorted lips.

If this man was dual personality, like Tuaf, I want to kill the personality of the inconvenient, so much so.

"Both of them are me."

Frade said, pulling up both ends of his mouth. He didn't look like he was laughing at all.

"Coot and the head of the purple sharp crystal, how many people know that Frade is the same person?

"Enough to count. I can't say any more."

Ishur nodded silently.

Maybe Emilia and the others weren't informed......

"Do you want to move on then? There's a lot of them."

Ishur smiled seemingly uncontrollably.

When I think of Emilia or Endra, something cold runs out on the bottom of my chest.

Ishur hid it behind the smile of what he had made.

"First, can we find out where Bionato is. No, can we burn him out and those connected behind him?

"It is a shortcut to first explore to the high priests of the Kings from the vicinity of the consul, especially the secretary of the interior...... I can't break too many of them, but let's find out."

Ishur thought a little and nodded small and moved on.

"Can I protect Luffraid? As you can see, when Bionato is elected the next Chief Cleric, he will probably be killed afterwards."

"I don't have enough hand work to protect Your Highness. Even if I were there, I wouldn't let His Highness stick me up."

"Next. I want the nobles and clerics as well as the inhabitants of the city to spread the story that Bionato is about to kill the princes, that he took one of the red jade stones from the diocesan church"

"I can do that..."

A slightly uneasy, suspicious look appeared on Frade's face for the first time.

In contrast, Ishur loosened his expression slightly.

Why spread rumors not only to nobles and clerics, but also to the inhabitants of the city? That's the face.

In warfare (wastage) and elsewhere, the residents of the city also serve in the military, and while their trends may have a significant impact on the fighting momentum, it may be reasonable to wonder why they are involved in a dominance-only hegemonic struggle such as this one, and why the experienced frames in the plot.

"Don't taste the horrors of the crowd, the crowd psychology. What the inhabitants of the city think, what they think, propagates immediately to lower nobles and city clerics. The same goes for rich merchants. It will eventually spread to the next level."

Ishur said, looking straight into the depths of Frade's eyes.

"We can not just exert indirect pressure on the Kings. If Bionato were to lurk and hide all over the city, he could be put under enough psychological pressure. It would also add enough restraint to his thoughts and actions. Or physically."

Frade nodded in a creepy grin.

Similar to rhetorical language, Dema, the method itself is a simple one that has been used a lot in war and diplomacy. If you know what the purpose is, the length of the purple sharp crystal will be an easy and convincing story.

"Okay. It'll take some time, but let me make sure."

This time the story that will be circulated is not about dema or anything else. It's the truth. So it must be powerful.

"Next, where is the Cathedral of the Black Spike Crystal, and where is their Azito? There must still be about ten of them left."

"... I don't know that. If you knew, you wouldn't be able to talk."

A slightly spicy look appeared on Frade's face.

Helpful, huh?

"Can't you even look into it?

"Uhm."

"Then we'll have to set a trap here."

Do you want to set up some kind of event that they're going to be putting out...

"That's a lot of perseverance. They killed Emilia and the others.

"That's not all."

Ishur said with a hard look. You don't have to hide your emotions if Frade is going to say that much.

"They're blind."

And Ishur deliberately loosened his gaze and looked at Frade.

"You know what I'm thinking, right? Until Bionato becomes Chief Cleric, his life cannot be taken by force. Even if we find out where he is, we don't know if he's real. But we have to get rid of his useful limbs. We have to defend this side. You, too, huh? Frade. I'll protect your life if you beg me while it helps the righteous. There's only so much I can do."

Frade is silent and just stares at Ishl with a slight grin.

"So that's the last time."

Ishur said in the Holy Stone Mine that he was sore with Oomeo's tongue.

"There is no righteous man who can use shadow work to carry out organized strategic strategies. I want someone with experience to do that partition for me. Can't you do it?

Perhaps this is an impossible story as long as this man is the head of the Purple Spine Crystal. But......

"As the Lord knows, I can't do that."

I don't know why. So for the first time Frade has had a slightly puzzled look.

"Eight or one, that sounds like a pretty interesting role. You can't totally betray the king, on the contrary, totally turn to the enemy."

"Really? You've already betrayed Bionato. You must have hated Emilia and the others."

"That's why. I'll do it alone. It is troubling in the unlikely event that the others will be solemnized. If you do it flashy, you'll be exposed to the Kings."

Hmm. Surely this guy has a heavy responsibility as the head of the purple spike crystal.

"I hope it's flashy, but Oomeo's battle with his tongue was a lot flashy."

"I also work for His Majesty on the face. I make the arrangements with you at my own discretion. Besides, thanks to the Lord's flashy use of great magic in that night's battle, the evidence of the involvement of many of our purple men with the enemy also blew away. Black, of course, is not so familiar to the rest of the Spike Cathedral, nor to His Majesty."

"I see. We were all dead then. But I suppose I can believe that word of yours. Don't betray me."

Ishur smiled.

That smile, if you betrayed him, would erase the entire Purple Spirit Crystal Cathedral from the world, he said, out of words, unequivocally.

"I can't. But I'm guessing."

Frade looked at Ishur's face and sweated on his forehead, distorting his mouth and saying: I managed to get past Ishur's threats, it looked like that.

"Guess what? Who? I don't think so, Your Highness Salomon."

That's what that guy would do, he seems good at it. But even if Salomon had the ability and knowledge to do so, it would be too dangerous to let him partition.

"Oh, no"

Frade meditated and put his arms together.

"I used to be green. It was around that time that I used to go out to Theodore. Then there was the story of the twilight, and it was a short while ago, but it moved to white."

Green and white...... Are there any other yellows, except for the distinct black ones?

"Uh, White did explore the inviolability within the Cathedral Church, and sometimes did,"

That's certainly what Emilia taught me.

"Bye. When I was in that white place, I had a funny girl (stomach) in my men."

I saw a slight tiredness in that stern face of Frade.

"After I moved to purple, the woman (stomach) was mistaken for the white chief (Osa) of the time, and stopped the white and moved to the priest of the Diocese of Adele. I mean, I quit working as a shadow and became just a goddess. That's when I took it."

Frade looked away somewhere.

“Funny girl (stomach)," Frade says, and she's trying to introduce me, so I guess the one who does the mundane goddess now was a pretty “capable” person. Perhaps he excelled in his ability as commander, military teacher and staff in intelligence-gathering and strategic strategies than in his ability to work as a shadow individual.

"The man is now head of the temple of the Basilica of Adele"

"What is the Basilica of Adele?

"I told you about Rabena and the twins before. It's a temple where only women can enter."

Frade has been eyeing Ishl.

"Rabena ran in..."

It's like a rushing temple, or a convent for women.

"Bye. The girl's (stomach) name is Civil Bake. I'll write you a letter of introduction, so why don't you ask him? Now I'm the temple chief of the Basilica of Adele, but some people still admire that woman in the White Spine Crystal"

Frade stares at Ishr slightly pulling his jaw.

What Frade wants to say is that right now there are no pawns that can be moved directly to Civil Bake, the head of the temple in the Basilica of Adele, but in fact there will still be those who can move for her in the White Spine Crystal of the ancient nest.

There, I don't know how much to expect, but if Sybil himself is highly capable, that's certainly a talent he treasures enough. Just adding her to the Brains of the Chief Clerics and Decios would be a great force for the righteous.

"Well, then, Tam."

"But that woman (stomach) is now distancing herself from Tsim Jing Cathedral. Because I stopped white-tipped crystals because I was rattled with the top. You might need some persuasion. It's not only your lord who's going to see her, but you should also take other people who have ties to Sybil."

"Then you..."

"I can't move. If you're out of line, it's a problem, it's dangerous."

Frade said, turning his emotions off.

"There, but let Rabena hold my references."

"Rabena?"

Well, she was also temporarily in the temple, the Basilica of Adele. Moreover, for once now, he has resigned from the Purple Spike Crystal and belongs to the Duke's family.

"I don't know if Sybil was because he was a little like himself, but he said he had eyes on Rabena. You should take Rabena to convince him."

Frade gave Ishl a small laugh.

The shadows of drunk men cross in front of Ishur.

Whenever the shadows of one crossing the pleasure streets intersect, the shop lights floating in the background are scratched out, for a moment in front of them, the darkness covers them.

When it was repeated, one shadow became just darkness to move, and a painting of that path became just a tiny inorganic space where the movement of light and darkness was repeated.

Off his gaze from there, Ishur walked for a while, quietly, trying to hide in the shadows of a drunken and overflowing pleasure street despite the night.

Since then, Frade has said that he wants to be able to cross with the Duke's house as soon as possible.

"Let your merchants entering and leaving the Duke's house confuse my hands. Tailors, merchants, etc. Not only your Lordship and Prince Salomon, but many more will be gathered at the Duke's mansion. We'll get more orders."

And Frade went on to say.

"Through the servants of the Duke's house, when I spoke to your lord or your son, he came to visit me. For example, even if your daughter told me the other day that she wanted to make a new dress so she could show me the fabric, and I took what she asked for today, don't say no because I don't remember."

That's how Ishur got his connection to the Purple Spike Justice.

And after a discussion with Frade, about once every ten days, or when there was some incident, it was decided that Ishur would go to the Purple Spirit Crystal Basilica, as he does today, to exchange information with Frade and hold some kind of meeting.

Frade has said at the end.

"It's a secret about me. Don't tell anyone."

And I had my own humorous grin.

You don't have to worry about it.

I'm already close to being one with Frade, so to speak, in a pattern of complicity. The old man has crushed a great deal of bargaining material, where he had the impression that this one would not betray him, that it was his weakest point, that it would have been in his best interest for this one.

At the end of his discussions with Frade, Ishur followed the path he had come back to, and was escorted back by the build to the streets of the pleasure district.

According to the build, the road Ishur is now walking on was called North Orbier Street, along with another Orbier Street running in parallel south, one of several large pleasure streets dotted in the Holy Capital.

Ishur walked straight west on North Orbier Avenue for a while when he broke up with the build, entering an unpopular back road from the way in, entering the gap between the house and the house building and leaping up to the roof of that house, for a while the roof eventually went south, down again, through a quiet back road, and climbed onto the roof.

Ishur took the path east there, trying to head straight for the Duke's mansion, but starting to move to the west, toward the lower town, the opposite of what he thought.

And there cometh unto Ishur the sky of the holy city, where the book of night is fallen.

Ishur stopped his foot on the roof of a two-story building around the time he entered the lower town and waited for the person to approach him.

Looks like the opponent came from the royal castle. I don't feel hostile at the moment.

He's probably...

The little black shadow was on an elongated magic wand.

"You, right? I was with the Knights in front of the Duke of Dielard during the day."

The black shadow was only fifteen years ago, a boy three or four below Ishur. He's wearing a black hooded robe, but the hood does it behind him and he's not hiding his face.

Probably a chestnut-haired, blinking boy. Dim, I don't know anything more. The boy floats fluttering in the night sky, still spanning the magic wand.

"What's wrong with that? Serio."

Ishur suddenly spoke the boy's name as he stood on the roof.

This is the one who raided Salomon out of the sky during the day. Definitely.

"Ugh."

The boy, called Serio, wolfed and fluttered his whole body in the air.

It's easy to understand. I'm just a kid. But from this one, we must find out the name of those who have managed to command Salomon to strike.

The question is why did you approach me from this boy, but...

"Bellin..., it's like I was in a mission. Why? More than ten days ago, he left the Wang Capital for the east with the chief magicians and many other magicians and knights. You know something, don't you? I was with Mira, the inspector general."

The boy was troubled for a while, and after a roundabout, he asked Ishl.

Hmm, you know what?

"Do you care?

Ishur made Serio laugh.

"About Bellin."

"Knock."

The boy rocks in the air again.

"Fine. You can tell me."

But before I do, I need you to tell me who you ordered.

Plus, I'm a little frustrated all day long with all sorts of things going on in a row.

So......

You will, and you deserve it.

Ishur's grin deepens.

"But before we do, let's play a little bit, shall we? With me."

Sooner said than later, a wall of immense wind magic appeared in the night sky of the Holy City.

The wall of magic glowed slightly thin and white, covering the holy capital domed over it.

The boy on the magic wand of the wind looks up at the night sky with dismay.

Speaking of wind magic walls does not completely block magic. Physical barriers only, to an extent.

Somewhere in the city that spreads downstairs, in the temple, if treatment happens to be using magic, it would be a little bad.

“I can't play" if I'm completely cut off from it.

Just a moment before that, I have something to worry about.

Celio hasn't sneaked the Spirit of the Wind somewhere, that's it.

Ishur turned his gaze around Serio, blowing the magic of the wind only slightly.

I can't feel any signs of spirituality.

Serio is still young. At his age, he would be a magician apprentice, something like that. Bellin has used something like contract spirits in battle, but it's possible he hasn't signed with the spirits yet.

Hmmm...... Shall we get started?

Ishur smiled, floating quietly with two pieces of wind magic over the boy's head.

"Let's do a little mess. If you get away from me, I'll answer whatever you want to know. On the contrary, if I catch you,"

Ishur glanced at Serio.

"Answer all my questions."

Killing spirit is magically released from Ishur's entire body.

Serio forced his face into fear, yet spinning his entire body around the half-clock with each wand, he descended small and steep as it was. Running into the narrow alley directly below.

Hmm......

Ishur first traced two chunks of wind to Serio, and he himself jumped up into the air and started chasing him from a slightly higher altitude, behind Rio, at a slight distance.

Serio pushes his way down the narrow path of the lower town.

Whether the alley is still solidified by drinkers and small whorehouses, too, there are shadows of people coming and going.

Serio pushed their overhead westward, at considerable speed.

I thought I'd run up one end of the sky.

The wall of magic deployed by Ishur over the sky has not stretched to the ground. It stops somewhat from the streets of the Holy City to the upper part so as not to destroy the building.

I expected him to identify it in an instant, ascend to the sky where he could get out at high speeds, and propel it up to the outer edge of the magic wall.

I didn't know that was going down there.

Besides, his chosen course is pretty good.

Big magic is misused because there are buildings on both sides, even if you try to fly a wind ball and hit it, if you remove it, passers-by will wind up.

Quite a thought.

However, in the upstairs part of the alley house, countless strings give it away whether to dry even laundry from the houses on both sides of the road.

Serio skilfully avoided it up and down, and was running away without slowing it down.

Ishur deepened his grin when he saw Serio escape from the sky.

It's a big deal. But the best thing about it is that it goes down to the ground, and it cuts its magic and gets mixed up in the crowd.

Well, is it time to set this up?

If, as in Bellin's time, a wall of wind magic emerges to match his flying speed, he can easily catch it. But that doesn't make it any more interesting.

Ishur made a mass of wind magic appear right near his body as he tracked Serio. And slowly attenuate that magic power from the vast domed wind magic wall that unfolded high in the sky.

Where it got a lot thinner, Ishur flew to the left side all at once. The magical mass of wind that was keeping you close to your body keeps you moving forward. He raised the speed and altitude of one of the two masses of magic that were flying ahead of him, causing it to occupy over Celio's head, so as to hold him back from trying to raise his head.

Flying beside him, Ishur descended onto the roof of the house, which stood straight along the alley, using only the magical assistance of the wind, and rushed to the next trail for roofing.

The adjacent alley also stretches west parallel to the trail from which Serio escapes.

I hope he doesn't notice this move.

Ishur blew his body forward as he kicked the roof of his footprint and jumped into the adjacent alley.

There is no time to avoid the strings that are boring ahead. I'm sorry, but it stretches the magic of the wind like a spear and cuts it all off.

The passers-by walking down noticed a dripping string and looked up, but at that time Ishur was way ahead of the road, and no one, saw any form of appearance.

Ishur thrust the road next to Serio's escape path at a much faster speed than he did, grabbing with both arms the iron sign that appeared in front of him where appropriate, twisting up his legs and then jumping up and down on the roof of that sign house.

Then he just dropped his hips and glanced at the next road as he dived into the shadow of the roof.

He's still behind us.

Ishur then returned to the original path on which Serio had escaped. Running bent over the roof, Ishur slightly distorted his mouth and giggled.

The magical mass of the third wind that Ishur unleashed on the sidelines was blind, so to speak, to Serio.

It was a kind of decoy, dummy, that he himself misidentified and let go to illusion with Ishur, who exudes great wind magic, to a serio who was desperate to escape and had no room to firmly confirm the rear.

The general wizard does not possess magical sensing abilities like Ishr or the high spirits. Besides, Serio is desperate to escape and only turns his attention to the front and back.

Ishur minimized the release of his own magic at the point of deviation from the side, pushing it at high speed so that Serio wouldn't notice it from the next road, trying to overtake him and get ahead.

Ishur peered into the rear of the alley from the shadow of the building facing the original trail. I see Serio flying towards Ishur.

He slows down a bit, glancing back and forth.

Shit. Is it time to be noticed?

Ishur jumped out into the alley and rammed in from in front of Serio. He crept under the string that appeared in front of him, appeared on his feet a stepping stone that consolidated the magic of the wind, kicked it and leaped, trying to poke it up from the bottom and approached Serio.

"Ah!... ahhh"

Serio notices Ishl. I am surprised to see my eyes round.

Home on both sides of the trail, people down there. Above and behind the head is a mass of the magic of Ishur's unleashed wind. Forward, from the diagonal bottom, Ishur himself.

Not long after thinking, Serio chose to run upwards.

At that time Ishur's arm was stretched out on the magic wand of the upward Celio.

"Ugh, uh-oh"

Magic is lost from the magic wand. Serio was about to slip down.

"Hehe."

Ishur looked down from the top and made Serio laugh clinging to the magic wand.

He stood still in the air, Ishur grabbing the tip of the wand and lifting it vertically.

Serio grabbed the underside of the wand with both hands, slamming his legs and hanging out. The wind wizard boy looked up at Ishl looking flattered.

Serio's magic wand, grabbed by Ishl and interfered with by his powerful magic powers, had prevented him from exercising his abilities.

Ishur lifted his jaw to look at Serio.

"That's my win. Serio."

Ishur lifted Cerio's windy magic wand in the night sky. In the background, the intricately folded figure of the cathedral and royal castle towers appears to rise thin in the night sky.

... Similar mindset felt somewhere. Small pinhole on black paper. From there comes the magic of the wind. It's in my hands now, but I don't feel like it's mine.

Are they spelling on this and activating magic?

Ishur put a lot of effort into his cane-gripping hand. The pinhole disappeared and the magic of the wind blowing into itself stopped. Ishur stopped the magic of the wind emanating from Serio's magic wand. I didn't feel so uncomfortable with the magic of that little wind, but it's something that doesn't go hand in hand with the magic of the wind that comes from within me and boils.

"I see. Something like this."

Ishur placed Celio's windy magic fixture on a ocean tile lined up on the roof, and whispered Celio floating in space at the edge of his sight, whispering like no one could hear him.

"Yikes."

Serio roars.

Ishur turned his gaze towards the royal castle once he smiled and looked up at Serio with a serious face.

Now Ishur is on the roof of a large merchant building standing opposite the canal, close to the cathedral and the Duke of Dielard's residence.

Serio is a translucent ring-shaped restraint with both hands and ankles made of wind magic, as Nayal the Spirit of the Wind once did, bold and fixed in the air.

Ishur had already made the business Nayal had made him try.

"So. Who gave you the order to raid Prince Salomon? Secretary of the Interior? I don't think he's the king himself."

"Take this off, please."

"Does it hurt?

"Not so much. I can't move it at all."

"Then don't complain"

Serio gets upset and swells his cheeks.

"So, who is it? You knew the person you attacked was Prince Salomon?

"I heard I was a phony."

"Huh? So?

……

"Can't you tell me"

Serio doesn't answer sideways with his cheeks swollen.

"Then you have no choice."

Ishur said he would stand up.

"I don't want you to see Bellin. You will die here."

"What..."

Serio comes to see Ishl's face.

Serio turned his surprise gaze at first, but his face became distorted by Ishur's flat attitude, which gradually caused him to solicit fear.

"Who gave you what orders? Say, is that enough to risk your life?"

Ishur deliberately slows down so that he can also be felt by Serio, unloading the magic of the wind from the realm of the Spirit around him.

"Wow, okay. I'll talk. I'll talk."

Serio looked around his neck and said, shaking his whole body.

"Uh. Annabelle told me to do it. The Duke of Dielard is tailoring a false prince to bring the flag of the Holy King's family from the Royal Castle to the Duke's residence in order to lift the siege of the Knights."

Annabelle. Annabelle Ballord, granddaughter of the Chief Mage, who was between the refrains of the king's office. Two names are wizards of earthly lineage. For some reason, “Blue Witch".

"So."

Ishur gave a distorted grin and let him squeeze his jaw toward Serio.

"So... burn the flag of the Holy King's house and the fake prince."

"The fake prince is fine. But can I burn the flag of the Holy King's house?

"I don't mind if it's an emergency."

That's a hell of an order. I don't know if it's because Celio is a child, but isn't it too stupid?

"Right. You know, I'm glad you failed. It's real to be in the Duke's mansion right now. You didn't."

"... eh..."

Serio stiffened his whole body. My face is strong and blue enough to tell at night.

Because he's a child. And he's capable, so I guess Serio was chosen. Didn't that woman also think of the operation of passing over the clouds and approaching and ambushing them from that high altitude?

And whether the Salomon assassination succeeds or fails, were you thinking of killing Serio with your mouth sealed if you were about to find out who ordered it?

Anabel Ballord, he'd better finish early.

No, if possible, catch him. That's torture. I'll make you throw up to see how that woman is connected to Bionato, who she is connected to via, whether the Chief Mage is biting one or not, whether she has any other company.

Coot. For God's sake, Fred O'Hen, you can ask him, or you can ask one of us, Sybil Bake, the shrine chief of Adele Cathedral, who can introduce you next time. In any case, we will be able to arrange torture professionals well in the future.

"You're going to be careful from now on. Even a thoughtful senior, a brother, I don't know what kind of eye you'll fit in at a time like this. Don't let them fool you."

……

Serio snorted with a crying face as Ishur looked stern and said.

"Then I'll take you where Bellin is"

Ishur wiped out the bracelet and foot ring he had put on Serio.

Ishur took Serio and stepped down to the cathedral square.

The building housed by Dana, Bellin and other aristocratic magicians is a splendid three-story stone building facing the south side of the square. Probably what they use to accommodate guests.

From himself, Ishur flashly unleashed the magic of the wind into the night sky.

The sound of the wind blowing over the sky.

Several windows with lights open as soon as possible. Among those who looked out the window and looked around, Ishur, who found Dana and Bellin, stretched out his back and waved loudly at them.

Serio is surrounded by a wall of wind magic and sits snuggly on his knees beside Ishur.

"Ah, it's Serio!

Bellin, who came out, found Serio and told him to scream out loud.

"Oh, you got Serio, too, Mr. Ishl."

Dana follows me from behind Bellin.

"Hehe. There's no way you can beat Mr. Ishr."

Bellin became Jen royal in front of Serio, completely forgetting that he had met the same eye before, and a winning mouthful as if he had caught him.

"Ugh..."

Serio looks up at Bellin with a face that looks like he's going to mumble.

Serio, trapped in Ishur with a wall of wind magic, is unable to rise.

"Mr. Dana, if you'll excuse me, could you protect him with Bellin?"

Ishur approached Dana and dropped her voice a little and said:

"Okay."

When Dana nodded, Ishur turned to Serio and now said it out loud.

"Stay away from the royal castle no more. It is also forbidden to enter or leave the royal palace. Don't go, even if it's called by the Secretary of the Interior or the Chief Mage."

"Eh."

Ishur said again with a low voice to the bewildered serio.

"You know what I mean? What you did. That's too bad. Good because it's not very, but it failed, His Highness Salomon was safe, yes, and that's it, and then it won't be done. If you're bad, Annabelle Barlow will kill you with your mouth shut."

"Annabelle Ballord? What happened to that woman?"

Dana gets a tough face and asks from the side.

"He says it was the woman who ordered Serrio to raid His Highness Salomon."

Ishur told Dana what he had heard from Serio. Dana and the others had already heard from Mira about Prince Salomon's raid when they met in front of the castle gate.

"Absolutely. That woman would do it."

Dana said in a harsh voice when she heard Ishur explain.

"Serio, for a while to come, follow Mr. Dana's instructions. All right? Be careful."

"Okay, sweetheart."

When Serio nodded, Ishur returned the wall of wind magic that had surrounded him to the realm of the Spirit and erased it.

And I gave him Celio's magic wand back.

"Then I'll do it. Say hello later."

Bellin called out as Ishur tried to leave the scene with her head fully raised to Dana.

"Hey, Mr. Ischl. When do you want it?

"Hey, what's up?"

Serio broke in before Ishur answered.

"Hmm."

Bellin puts up her adorable jaw and looks sideways at Bellin with a good face.

I'm supposed to teach Mr. Ishr to fight in the air next time.

"Kuchen..."

Both the eyes of Serio are flashly opened.

"Mr. Ishur is very familiar with how to fight in the sky. Is that what you mean by Yveda's sword? I got caught right away too."

Bellin continues to brag as she looks at Celio flashly and sideways.

"Now, you can't lose at all!

When Bellin said that with her face firmly to Serio, she let her face slip away from him.

Apparently Bellin is an "aerial battle" and hasn't beaten Serio much.

Hehe, what a smile. But is this why Bellin was so restrained in combat in the air?

Does this mean compassion? But you two can't be honest...?

"Hey, you can tell me, too. That aerial battle, he said."

Serio says in a challenging tone as he stares at Isul. Does this feel like it's coming towards a love rival?

No, because I'm not. Instead of being Bellin's teacher, I'm sure he's made a horse of it. Yours.

Girls are good even in children, right? It's like this kind of rush.

"Whatever you want."

Ishur didn't even take a bite out of what he was thinking on the inside, and gave it back to Serio in a harsh tone.

And I also turned my face to Bellin and said:

"You'll see what's going on at the Duke's mansion. At least come to me in about ten days. Then when you visit me, don't do anything bad like come from the sky. His Royal Highness is here now. The Duke's mansion is surrounded by the Great Spirit I've summoned, so if you suddenly break in from the sky, you're going to the afterlife with one blow."

"The Great Spirit..."

To Ishl's threats. Both of them, especially Bellin, are blue-faced. She should be looking at Klau.

"Get in the carriage properly and come in through the main entrance"

When Ishur said so, Belin and Serio swung their heads vertically and repeatedly.

Dana was laughing in the back.

Avoiding the people who set fire to the bonfire and lined up in front of the Duke's residence, Ishur quietly descended into the shadow of a tree a little further away.

A shadow dances to the flaming blink of a bonfire. Sewing the intersecting gap between its light and shadow, Ishur stepped inside the mansion. None of the people busily coming and going inside and outside the mansion noticed Ishl.

Once inside, it covers the front of the sight, with a large staircase. It's a big blowout hall, a wide staircase sitting in the center of it.

As far as that staircase, he placed his left hand against the railing at the right end, with Mira standing with her spine extended.

It was a dramatic scene. Mira was dressed in red.

"Master Ishr!

Mira lifts up and down the hem of the dress.

"Mira. Sorry I'm late"

Ishur also ran up the stairs and took Mira's hand, which was offered.

"No......"

Mira pulls over and stares at Ishur.

Uh, uh.

Really kiss her softly here, what a royal road pattern.

"I knew Mira would look best in red. I'm convinced."

Oh, what about this return? I guess it's a tough point.

Anyway, I'm pretty sure Mira's curly, luxurious blonde hair and white skin, plus red looks great on her.

"Well, no."

Mira lays her eyes down in embarrassment. I can't think of long eyelashes and it gets neat......

Mira is really smart. The standing position of the stairs, the red dress, the colour of the chopped eyes…. Everything is a calculated performance to welcome me. Besides, it comes with all my heart without any evil.

"Ishur, you must be hungry. I haven't either."

Mira raised her face, tilting her face slightly to the side, smiling and saying.

I just made a few pranks. I'm glad you got a little tired.... but a smile like you're saying.

Down the stairs Mira stood at the end of Ishur and walked out to the right side of the hall, to the room filled by the Duke's servants, to the east side opposite the room where Salomon was.

"Eat among the little roses in the east."

To Ishur, who stopped for a moment, Mira turned around and said:

"What about Your Highness and your brother? I don't know."

Because it's late already, there aren't many people in the hall or in the left and right corridors. Those who go out of the mansion, those who come in, the family of the Duke's house, all walk quietly against the wall. I don't feel so strong about all the signs of the many people who were in the big room in the back of the west also taking it in their hypnotic sleep.

"Yes, because those people are serving alcohol now. Ishr, you'd better not show your face."

“Those people," Mira said, and Salomon called her twin brothers anyway.

"Oh yes..."

Ishur whispered the gavel.

You good adults have begun to serve liquor. Well, I'm sure it's enough now, if we keep a good watch, and it's not a dangerous situation...

Mira proceeded to the back of the main corridor on the east side, inviting Ishur into the second room.

“Between the Little Roses” was a large room where the ball was likely to open if it was on the scale there. There are wooden barrels, crates, and rounded canvas cloths and ropes that are not suitable for the castle. Several tables and chairs were arranged at the edge of the room.

There were two chairs opposite each other on the table in front of it and one maid of the same age as Lucia on the side, refraining. On the table where the raw cloth is laid, there is a glass in the water, two large plates with dishes served, a napkin-like cloth, and other dishes.

Ishur sat opposite Mira and had a late dinner.

"Hmm."

Ishur said with two strands of fork on the dish on top.

"What kind of dish is this?

On the plate is the simmering of divided vegetables and meat, and on the potov, like a sliced bread, and a terrine with nuts.

"It's called Narena. This was put through the fire with nuts in the crushed chicken. There are many kinds. I think there are similar dishes in the south, even in Ladis."

"I see."

That's pretty much the same thing Terrine did in her previous life.

"Because this is the situation in your mansion...... I can't help but offer you all kinds of hospitality. Ishur."

"No. That's okay. I don't care at all. I'm blessed to have something warm in my mouth. Thanks for being so careful with me. Mira."

The current situation in the Duke's mansion is no different from the Battle of the Castle. That would be a tough treat to think about.

"I'm glad you said that. Ishur."

Mira grinned at Ishl and made him nod at the maid, letting her back down.

"So how was the purple one?

"Yeah."

Ishur took the napkin he spread over his lap. Wiping his mouth, he explained to Mira that he had spoken with Frade.

Of course, I didn't touch that Coot was the length (osa) of the purple tip crystal.

At the end of Ishur's story, Mira could only snort silently about the pivotal purple tip crystal connecting with the Duke of Dillard's house, somehow expressing a strong interest in Civil Bake, the temple chief of the Diocese of Adele, whom Frade had introduced as the commander of the strategy.

"... Really? The head of the temple of the Diocese of Adele...... That's a special temple over there, so the Holy King's family, as well as being at a distance from the cathedral, will probably be completely neutral without entering any faction. It would be more comforting if you took it on."

"Right.... I see."

Is that naturally what Frade has recommended?

But when Ishur nodded, Mira said a little cloudy on her face.

"But it's a men's temple, so you can't let Ishr in."

"Ah."

Speaking of which, yeah. I'll have to ask the temple chief to come outside.

"Hehe...... But I have a good idea. Ishur, you're so cute..."

Later he clouds his mouth with gognogonies, and Mira dyes his cheeks a little and stares at Ishur's face.

……

Hey, hey, what is it? Wow, I have a bad feeling about this.

"Gohon, uh, so I need to ask Mira something."

When Ishur coughed, he changed the subject.

It's dangerous. Let's move on to the next story. I don't wear women's clothes at all.

"How far do you tell His Highness Salomon about the righteous and what you keep secret? This is the righteousness of the Holy Crown, not very much, but you can't tell that one, can you?

Ishur didn't mind and whispered to Mira, who was confused and not responding, about whether she was in some sort of unpleasant paranoia.

"It's..."

Mira turns into a hard face and mumbles.

"Very much in me... In the end, Ulturo will have to make your decision."

Ishur said with a tough face.

"Then let's not talk to Your Highness right now. That one may already be feeling a lie or purchasing information from somewhere."

"Yes."

"Well, if we're going to let him know everything and let him cooperate, and at the same time prevent betrayal, we're going to have to wave in the bill that the righteous will push His Highness to the next king"

"Yes."

Mira said with a strange look on her face.

The Righteous have the greatest goal of leaving Bionato's ambitions and do not have a clear outlook on the next king.

"And... Ishur"

And Mira has become a more serious look and said unexpected things.

"What the Kings have done since we left Krembel has been much more radical than I or Mr. Desio had expected at all. It has also surrounded our mansion with the use of the Cathedral Knights. I'll give it to you. Your Majesty is in hiding now, and I don't know where he is."

So when Mira cut off one end of the word, she got a trick like thinking with her fingertips on her lips.

"If in the future His Highness Luffraid is condemned to death, and no, let me be clear, if His Highness Luffraid is assassinated and His Majesty is in an unexpected move, we also got a powerful bill called Salomon, so I think we should add to our options what we have not considered before"

"That's..., what does Bionato say about unexpected movements,?

Sure enough, he's been hitting this unexpected hand. Naturally, that can happen in the future, right?

"For example, His Majesty will not stand in a bid to determine the Chief Cleric, as the deceased who remains hidden from you, will abolish His Highness Salomon and close our house, will reign the young princess at the same time as your departure, will become Regent himself and will not appear on the table as ever, the crowning ceremony will be postponed for any reason. For the time being, the righteousness of the Holy Crown is no longer related to His Majesty, and this one has no choice but to kill its young queen..."

Mira has told me to sneak sharp colors in her gaze toward Ishur.

"If that happens, this one may need to move boldly as well. What I am thinking now is that you will first destroy the royal palace to Ishr, and then His Highness Salomon will move from our mansion to the White Road Palace. From there it is for His Royal Highness to issue a decree for the weather. We will hold the rear house and also appoint a new consul, so that any influence of His Majesty who has hidden from us will not extend to the court. The Knights of the Diocese and the Wizards of the Court will be suppressed by us, including Ishr, and the surroundings of the Holy City will be consolidated by the host armies that support His Highness Salomon."

That's......

Ishur looked at Mira's face with dismay.

That means a military coup.

"Of course, the people concerned will need to be sufficiently uprooted in advance, but if we put the great priests of the Cathedral's kings under house arrest and master the Church's centre at the same time, we may not take care of them and carry them well."

We take it backwards that Bionato is not on the table, that he is not in the royal palace. In a situation where a ball named Salomon is on hand.

Mira... She's horrible.

Ishur immediately surprised Mira.

If I'm allowed to destroy the royal palace, face to face with the Cathedral Knights and the Mages, that's something I wouldn't even wish for.

There's just a problem. The other red jade stone that crossed into Bionato, the dangerous forbidden book of the cathedral church that he hides, makes it harder to recover them.

But that, too, would make it very easy to explore Bionato and to push him and broil him out, because if Salomon became king and the righteous took centre stage in power, he would be able to move all the Tsim Crystal Cathedrals, including the black remnants.

"Mira, isn't that a good hand? Wouldn't it be easier if I just moved your thoughts into action right now? Prince Luffraid should be under house arrest."

"But what I told you, I still think the unforeseen is a bet of one or eight that something strange is likely to happen. And the righteous in Decio and Pierre Cathedral, including Ulturo, agree or it may be a little harsh"

Hmm. It is true that apart from persuading the Cathedral, it must be well inquisited how the bionates, completely excluded from the royal palace, move, and how the royal nobles of the Kings move. At least one more hand will be needed to hold back the royalist nobility of the Holy Capital, and the movements of the surrounding climates. However, if Bionato appears on the surface, the collection of red jade stone is also eye-catching and convenient to return.

In other words, Mira's proposal remains one of the important options that should be left if we are to consider future changes in the situation.

"I guess I'll be called by the Chief Cleric soon, huh? Let's talk about it then. I think your plan is a plan."

"Yes......"

Mira nodded with a hard look.

"So, I'm curious about something."

At the end of his meal with Mira, Ishur asked the person what the contents of Coot's letter he had asked her to pick up Labena and the twins were.

When Yawen flew in front of the mansion, I wanted to know why Mira decided that Kurt's invitation was "this is not a trap".

"... you're right"

Mira was in such a bad mood then that I couldn't listen to her firmly. She burned it when she finished reading Coot's letter.

"Lord Kurt himself, in fact, revealed himself to be in a responsible position in the purple tip crystal, and on top of that, he wishes to formally ask me, one thing I have written,"

Mira smiled there.

And it said, "I want them to be happy."

So I didn't think that arrow sentence was a trap, Mira continued.

Mira's grin is as beautiful as nothing more.

Ishur dropped his shoulder somewhat and smiled back at Mira.

Coot's letter, which he requested to pick up Rabena and the twins, and Mira, who saw it, would have identified Coot's figure as her.

That old man.

Lie or true, you've written a lot sweeter.

But if that's what Maura's letter brought.

Ishur stared at Mira's smiling face.

Mira's beautiful smile must also reflect the happiness of Maura, who saved her father.

"I'd like some time for that. In the meantime, until this mortal mansion has calmed down in the last few days, I will serve you well."

The living room Mira arranged for Ishl was the second corner room on the southeast floor of the Duke's residence, probably the best for guests. While Ishur was to stay for a while the rooms were refrained from, the dining room, the living room, the bedroom and the four rooms joined, filled with unbeatable luxurious interiors, furniture and conditionings of the royal palace of the Holy King's family.

Ishur said no to such an awesome room many times but Mira didn't shake her head vertically at Ishur's resistance and eventually decided to push her down and say no and follow Mira's intentions.

According to Mira's story, Salomon was to stay on the western side of the first floor of the mansion, in the deepest room.

Salomon used a small and large hall, a modem, etc. on the western side of the first floor of the Duke of Dielard's mansion for his affairs, that is, for his political work, and prepared his own room just beside it.

Ishur called Klau when he entered the bedroom and was alone.

When Ishul asked Klau how many days later he would help himself, Klau had responded a little unexpectedly.

"Would you like a moment, please?

Ishur sat in a bench in his bedroom and stared at Kraw floating in the universe.

"Unfortunately, I can't respond to how much longer I can help at the Sword Palace's side. I can't explain why... Don't worry. First of all, it will undoubtedly be as the Sword Palace wishes."

Klau smiled softly at Ishl and made him nod several times.

There's something... Does that mean I want time to take Yveda's understanding?

Is it true that Klau is such a great spirit?

He can distinguish man firmly as an individual, he understands and is aware of the circumstances on the human side, and it will be important from now on, his bargaining skills and his brains. I want Klu to stay here for a long time.

Anyway, Kraw doesn't have to worry about it, so I have to believe it.

Ishur said he would sigh small.

"Okay. I can't help it. Let me know from you when you know the results."

If it's about the wind god, he won't tell us the reason for it in detail either.

Ishur made Klau look and nod.

A bed with a canopy, its lace-knitted curtains open, and someone's shadow stands.

Behind it you can even see what a Crow-like spirit looks like.

... Ishr, Ishr?

A shadow calls me. Who is it?

Ishur opened his eyes thinly. The expression still seems to be in the dream (Yume depression).

I wonder what...... What the hell is going on, man? At this late hour.

Ishur turned his face toward its shadow as he lay down on the bed.

Fatigue captures the body and doesn't let go.

"Ishur, I need to ask you a favor. I can't help but say suddenly in the middle of the night..."

The shadow says. Is this voice... Salomon?

"What is it..."

Ishur woke up his upper body and pointed his face towards the shadow. Still sleeping.

"The royal family of this country really wants to meet the Sword Palace, so I put him through to his bedroom."

Kraw says from behind Salomon.

Oh, yeah.

"From now on, I want you to take me to the royal palace with your power."

Hmm? What? Are you leaving already? The prince.

"I want you to carry me to the Tower of the Sun God"

Huh?

Ishur awakened his eyes.

I glance up at Salomon.

A pale moonlight overflowing (spilled) from the window demonically illuminates Salomon's white face.

"There are the treasures of the Holy King's house, magic implements, delivered there. I want to make sure as soon as possible. What magic equipment my father brought up and what is left of him now"

…… What did you say?

"Okay. Let me accompany you."

Ishur pointed his sharp gaze at Salomon.

Ishur was completely awake. Out of bed from the other side of Salomon, he takes the sword of his father's vision, which was laid on his side. Now that the siege of the Third Knights is still going on, the clothes remain daytime and I have not changed into bedtime clothes.

"Probably won't be able to get inside the tower. Then I'd like to ask for your help."

Salomon also said with a sharp gaze.

Without that beauty damaging the demon, the sharpness is increased so that if you touch it, you can cut it off.

There is some trick in the Tower of the Sun God. Or someone to protect you.

……

Ishur smiled slightly and nodded silently at Salomon.