Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

……

Somebody. Mira or Rabena.

There's a scream in the back that doesn't sound like a voice.

When Ishur turns around, they all look out of the house and look around at the night sky.

"Fog..."

Mira squeaks.

Nine in all.

Ishur did the hood behind her and smiled vain as she was struck by the rain.

"Those are the ones who were putting up around Adele."

Ishur also looked up at the night sky.

Maybe it was their job to confirm our contact with Civil Bake. The intent to kill was thin, and no one possessed a large gain.

"That fog does. They got misty and disappeared."

……

Everyone stared at Ishur's face with a glimpse.

Shizuku of rain falls down Ishur's cheek.

His face laughed and looked like he was crying.

Turning left on the path Rabena said, it did appear blurry floating in the darkness at night, with the white walls of the Basilica of Adele continuing from a few moments earlier.

A short walk against that wall drew a beautiful curve in a semi-circular shape at the top, which also saw a white gate. There is a small passage behind it, so that it meets its walls, and a stone building stands on the back.

As far as the road goes, there are no windows, it's a warehouse-like, tasteless building.

"That's the jar."

Rabena says finger pointing.

Hmm?

Brilliant white light behind the eyeball.

The Ishurs were just in front of the main entrance.

Adeliane appeared on the curve of its main entrance.

"Ishl......"

Because of his mind, Adeliane mouths Ishl's name with a slightly sweet voice.

"This evening, Adeliane. Hissing."

"You used a magic trick. I got a lot of water in the wind."

The Spirit of the Water ignored the Miras and proceeded to speak only with Ishur.

"Really?

"Because your magic is special. Whether it's water or dirt, you can't even interfere without very limited spirits"

I guess that means that even the Great Spirit is not a particularly strong one.

"... By the way, I'm here this evening to see Lord Civil Bake, the temple head of this temple. Can Adeliane let us know?

"Hmm, okay.... Speaking of Windy Witches there, you were in Adele before"

Adeliane looked at Labena and said once she nodded at Ishur.

Rarely for the Spirit, Adeliane remembered the face of Rabena, who had previously been in the same diocese. Does it feel like Rabena is right, because she does the magic of the wind, so she managed to be remembered?

"Long time no see, Adeliane."

Rabena dropped her hips hard and lowered her head.

"Uhm. Then I'll get you Ishr, Sybil"

Adeliane still seems to be a high spirited man and has represented a high minded attitude besides Ishur.

"Ishur, is that the Spirit that protects the Basilica of Adele? He's a very powerful spirit."

Mira spoke to Ishur when Adeliane disappeared.

"It's also a woman's. She's quite beautiful."

……

Huh?

This pattern is no way. Isn't he a spirit?

Ishur looked sideways at Mira's face. I was too scared to look straight.

"Or is she a spirit? And I guess I can't get away from this place."

"You've only seen him once, haven't you? Yet. Even though it's a spirit. I can't believe you're so close..."

"Well, that's no choice. She needs to be trusted."

"Ishur is very hot on a woman, isn't she? You look very good at turning women around. I didn't know you were this good."

"Heh? Yes, no, that's not true, not at all"

"That's not true, is it? Wasn't it nice of me last time? More conscious," he said.

"What? Yes, yes, no. And what is this..."

"Then why are you eating so much! There must be something wrong with you!

"Hih."

No more.... The other person is a spirit. I didn't expect Mira to come out so strong.

... the risk. Risk management is not possible.

"Kukukukuku"

When I look at the lower voice, Dario is smiling sideways behind Rabena, who is smiling bitterly and solidifying.

This guy...... For the kind of confusion between public and private in the erotic shanty.

Ishul turned his face to Mira, the crown (Kanmuri), and moved his gaze.

Well, that's it. Don't I look like I'm confused between public and private?

It's important to keep her well through with Adeliane, but that attitude of hers is certainly a little different. I might get along with her, but it was a little out of the math to think it would work that far. A special favor for her? I didn't even have to do enough to be held.

I mean, I guess what I did, from the results, had personal thoughts, too, can't help being pushed away by evil. That means Mira felt the same way.

I guess I did it the wrong way......

As Ishur stood stunned if not stunned by some misprospects, the passage next to the gate opened and Katoka, who had recently visited the Dielard residence, appeared.

"Thank you for waiting, gentlemen.... oh."

Katka looked over at the Ishurs and looked bewildered by the subtle air drifting on them.

Knock through the door of the universal outlet covered with thinly tapped iron plates on wooden plates tightened with iron frames. and it was suddenly dim there, between refraining. There are only a few chairs at the end of the set and a table on the blushing stone wall. Katka hung the lamp and proceeded to the back of that room, opening the door in the front.

Then from there, a surprisingly bright light leaked.

Once inside following Katoka, a set of chairs and tables slightly more luxurious than the refrain room on a white painted wall. There are several desks and chairs lined up in the back across an old-fashioned patterned collision, and an old chest piles up on the edge to see if they are forced to use it for paperwork as well.

The interior was hung with lanterns on the walls, multiple candlesticks on tables and desks, and candles all lit.

Beyond the collision there is one sign, one.

"Chief Temple, you have a visitor."

Katka speaks to the person.

"Yes, sir."

A soft bright voice.

The person put his face out of the shadow of a collision. Did you even look on the books at your desk, which is quite unusual in this world, wearing one-eyed glasses?

"This evening. Nice to meet you."

Sybil stood out of his chair and showed up from behind the clash.

Dressed in a single thin golden muscle cleric garment, he has a small, slightly plump body shape with a real face and silver hair mixed with gray hair tied behind him.

The slightly saggy, good-looking face of one of his eyes is smiling.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Sybil. Nice to meet you, guys."

Ishur found a slight bitter smile on his face.

Does this mean that people don't look like it? This person is the mastermind who played "Funny Girl (Stomach)" with Fred O'Hen, the head of the purple sharp crystal of Kaiyama Thousand.

"Nice to meet you. This is Ishr. Please, I want you to know me later."

Ishur lowered his hips and greeted Sybil. Looking sideways at Mira with her lowered head back. It's completely different from Mira's gaze at you.

"I am Mira Vidrata na lux dierado. Best wishes. Chief Cleric."

Subsequently, when Dario named him, Sybil nodded small when he saw the faces of Ishur and Mira. And when I saw Rabena's face, I turned up my grin.

"Long time no see. Labena."

"Yes. We're out of time. Sybil."

Rabena breaks her hips soft and does her left hand to her chest, bowing to Sybil.

"You've been worried since you went to the purple, but now you serve the Duke of Dielard. Good for you."

Sybil was also informed about Rabena in a letter the other day.

"Yes, Master Sybil. So here's a letter of introduction to the purple length that I brought with me today."

Sybil glanced softly at the contents when he received the roll of paper from Rabena and offered his right hand to give the letter to Katoka, he said.

"Ladies and gentlemen, take your chairs. Shall we talk about it in detail?"

Sybil never broke his blissful smile in the beginning.

Mira next to Ishur, Labena next to it. Dario was invited to Katoka and moved to a separate room.

Ishur turned to Sybil, sitting across the street, a gaze taken with a casual look.

While Mira explained to Sybil about Bionato's ambitions, the aims of the righteous, and the movements of the various factions so far, the opposing Sybil kept smiling all the time, although he nodded, yeah, from time to time, or gave a surprising look.

For her, a smile is probably the most suitable expression to hide her insides.

There are many of them in the world. The only difference with many of them is that her smile is deep, thin, varied and finely changed and has a lot of expressions. That's usually just confusing the mind, just making it look like a laugh and something different and natural.

Maybe it's the rare type. Since he was in the White Spike Crystal, he has contrived with this positivity, moving his subordinates, and sometimes himself.

"… so, in Oomeo's tongue, we swept away the Kings around the Black Spike, but one of the key red jade stones was already in the hands of the Kings at that time"

One incident at the Holy Stone Mine was explained by Ishur on behalf of Mira.

"Yes...... The lady from the Baldy family betrayed me."

Sybil spoke of Cerda to make sure of something, and put his hand into his mouth. A grin disappears from her face.

"But Mr. Ishl was keeping a lookout on the mining village to the Great Spirit, wasn't he?

...... hehe.

Ishur smiled bitterly.

I see. Exactly sharp. But we can't talk about the involvement of the Moon God over there.

"On several occasions, Black Spike has used the demonic seal's junction in different ways. I think Ishr's great spirits were temporarily imprisoned in the enchanted world."

Mira broke in from the side and explained.

Mira's explanation is not true, but ultimately, convincing. Anyone would think so.

"... right"

Sybil has smiled again and looked at Ishur.

"The magic of the brilliant wind just now around the temple, felt by me too, how many did you finish?"

"Nine, right? Before that, three men attacked us on our way here."

"Yes. That's quite a catch. You are truly a terrible caretaker. I can also snort that black got hit. When you handed over the red stone, you made the fine arrangements, didn't you? You're still young, but it's a big deal. You won't have any experience working in the shadows."

"No......"

Ishur's bitter smile will be what caught his attention.

I went to someone whose story wasn't very interesting. Are you trying to put an exploration into me and figure out who I am?

"Ishur is a genius. You also know the temple chief. Baron Brigal of the Kingdom of Ladis and Uncle Behm."

And, Mira from the side.

Uh, I'm glad you're following me. Genius, I want you to stop.

"Yeah, I know. But you're not motivated by yourself, are you? Even though there's a connection to the purple length."

"Yes, I am a stranger. Because I don't know all about this big city, about the royal castle, about the people."

That's what I knew. Why bother making me say it?

"... you have something else to do, don't you? I think I want to focus on you."

Ishur further distorted the bitter smile.

There you go. Really sharp......

I haven't told you how to kill Bionato yet. Mira only talks about the purpose of the righteous, crushing his ambitions, reclaiming the Red Jade Stone and the Prohibited Book. Sybil wants to know more about it. If you don't know that, you can't take it or not, you can't make a decision.

It's just that she already has an approximate idea of when and where we're going to kill Bionato.

"We can't talk about that in detail at this stage. But your reading is correct. I'm going to get rid of Bionato myself."

Ishur took control of Mira trying to say something and said with a slightly bitter grin.

Kill or capture Bionato with the ritual of the Holy Crown. Of course I can't talk about that without Sybil on my side. Even if she's already noticed that.

Without telling me that, and still getting Sybil to take it, that's why I have to preach about money or the significance of burying Bionato.

"Your Majesty is after you when you come out with a forbidden book and red jade stone."

Sybil's tender eyes narrow and his smile deepens.

Still a prospect already......

"I don't know if I'll bring the red jade stone."

Ishur can't erase the bitterness.

"I think I'll bring it."

Dangerous colors, mixed with Sybil's smile.

Right. Sure, I might bring him. He's just like me, if you're thinking of winning a battle with a crown ritual.

The Crown Rite is a great opportunity for him to kill me. If the seat of the Lord God is activated, the magic equipment of the wind will be unusable. You can't break out by force in the throne of the Lord. And kill me, and take the red jade stone, and put the two together to be mine. He's wacky, he might even be thinking about getting wind magic gear.

"... it does seem hard to capture Your Majesty in that holy place. I might not be able to do it without you. Because of that, you want me to help you."

Sybil seems to think I've come to ask for a strategic partition behind me to focus on you.

That would be fine......

"What do you think? Temple Chief. Can you help us?"

Mira said slightly embarking herself.

"Right..."

Sybil puts his hand on his cheek slightly over his head.

"Lord Temple Chief. If you will accept, I will spare no assistance to the Basilica of Adele, even if it is our home. I think I can help you with a lot of things."

Mira comes out with a trump card.

"No."

Ishur broke in there.

Mira and I have shown in advance that she is going to talk about stopping in and persuade Sybil in the form of preaching the logic of me leaving Bionato on the way. It's a little too early for that, but let's get started.

What if here, just talking about money, she agrees?

That's not very good.

"What do you think of the Temple Chief? to what the King is about to do."

Ishur turned his serious gaze to Sybil.

Surely she doesn't seem interested in her own flourishing. And furthermore, even if funds are needed for the operation of the Diocese of Adele, as individuals, they do not seem to have a very strong financial appetite either.

Then it would still be better to explain the significance of taking sides with the righteous, rather than talking about a step forward, that Bionato's ambitions have no future.

Naturally, it's better to convince them with reason, not money. Tell me, in my own words, what I'm thinking.

We've already talked about the whole thing in Mira's description.

"If the King merges politics, religion, and armies, and embarks on the reunification of continental states--"

Ishur also tried to line up with Mira and embarked on herself, when she started talking.

When the brilliance of magic was born to seep into Sybil's sitting right space, it took one form and Adeliane appeared.

She is the usual colourless, translucent figure, but increases its brilliance by bathing in indoor lighting.

"Sybil. Ask him what Ishl wants"

Huh?

Ishur, all of them, stared at Adeliane floating in the universe.

Adeliane has said the most open-minded, suddenly startling thing when she shows up in front of the Ishurs.

"Do as this man says. I want to help Ishr."

The air next to me is suspicious. No, I'm afraid.

"If Adeliane decides, I can't resist."

That's what Civil Bake said and smiled.

"Because she is the covenant spirit of the first temple chief, here in Adele. If you need anything, all the temple chiefs in history have consulted with Adeliane to decide."

The Diocese of Adele has walked with Adeliane. To protect the women who lost their way.

"... sorry"

Ishur bowed his head to Sybil.

Drawing Sybil into his companionship means putting the diocese of these women in danger, too.

"It's okay. If His Majesty begins the battle with both the Holy King's family and the Church, we will be the most troubled ones."

Sybil turned that grin into something sad.

If it does become a war, this holy capital will also be flooded with women and children who have lost their husbands and fathers.

Whether on the side of the righteous, or thoroughly sidelined, regardless of political strife, if the Kings win, there will in any case be disaster in the Basilica of Adele. Then which is better? Maybe Sybil Bake thinks that.

Later, Mira also discouraged Sybil from saying and discussed various things such as the story of the Dielard family's arrival, Sybil's meeting with the Holy Cleric of the Cathedral, Decio and Pierre to fill in the details, and what to do with her contact with Ishr and Mira.

"The temple chief would prefer not to go out too far from the diocese. Please come to Desio or Pierre to discuss it. I'll talk to Desio from my side."

And, Mira.

If it's just daytime travel, there shouldn't be a problem with Sybil heading out to the cathedral. That's the same for Desio and the others, regardless of the assassination that made it look like a morbid or accidental death, if temple chiefs and sacred clerics are raided and killed all over the city from day to day, that's the Inquisition.

After the discussion, Ishur questioned Sybil about Adeliane.

"What is the covenant between Adeliane and this diocese?"

"Behind the temple altar is a magic formation carved on a tablet. It was carved by Adeliane himself in the presence of the first temple chief. That's when she made the pact to protect this cathedral."

Hmmm......

"Ishur, in human terms, you are the Tenth Guardian Magic Formation of the Water Leprechaun."

Adeliane, who had disappeared from the middle of the discussion, reappeared and explained.

"The tenth, that is..."

"Ten generations in this case."

"About five hundred years. I used to wonder what it meant to protect the 10th generation of temple chiefs."

"I see."

I don't know why, but I'm just bragging about Adeliane putting her hands on her hips and saying, what do you say?

Perhaps not many spirits can portray such a special magic formation, I'm amazing. Does it feel like that?

I guess a magic formation carved on that tablet binds Adeliane to this temple and the magic is supplied to her by that magic formation. Of course, the Summoning Spirit himself has magic, but to continue to exist in this one world for a long time and excite magic, he will need a wizard who possesses it via magic implements and so on, as well as a supply of magic from that otherworldly, spiritual world. How much magic can and cannot be supplied to the Spirit depends on its magic equipment abilities, its performance properties and the compatibility of the wizard with the Spirit.

Just in any case, if you use too powerful magic all at once, the Spirit won't be able to exist on this side. Perhaps the supply will also fail in time. In the case of Adeliane, will she be inactive for a certain amount of time?

"Then I have a favor to ask of Mr. Ishl, too"

Sybil doesn't break his soft hips, including that tone.

"Show me your red jade stone"

As Ishur took his left glove and offered it with the back of his hand up, Sybil attached his right hand to Ishur's left hand, lifted his monocular glasses with his left hand and saw a stone shining red still from the top.

It's like an aunt in palm view.

"This is... Thank you for showing me something amazing."

Sybil keeps smiling. I didn't even put so much emotion on the table, I said in some distracted almost tone.

"I see. You would be a cathedral, and the Church would acquiesce even if you used the magic of the wind among the Lord God"

But the next dialogue turned off my smile and changed my voice.

"But don't be alarmed. It has been a battle since His Majesty appeared among the Lord God. As a child, he was an apprentice among the Lord God, so I think he knows all the hidden rooms and passageways around him. Until shortly before entering the Lord's Divine Divinity, an alternate will take His Majesty's place with a magical instrument of transformation."

……

Ishur nodded silently.

Sybil, after all, had already spotted what the righteous were after.

"Then Ishur. See you. I can't get too far from this temple. Come with me."

Adeliane is a feminine soft looking spirit with long hair. Because that speaks in a manly tone, there's something that comes a little to that gap.

……

From Mira, who is lying next to me, once again comes the shitty air.

"Wow, okay."

In reply to the pressure pushing from Mira, Ishur eats a little, Adeliane has been suggesting how to contact her in case of an emergency whether she had also listened well to as much of her meeting with Sybil as she had just done.

"In the event of a fire, fire water arrows from me to your abode."

Adeliane doesn't care if she doesn't notice Mira's attitude or if she doesn't see it as a problem, she just talks to Ishur.

"Will it reach the Duke's residence from here?"

Ishur looked at the royal castle with the Duke's residence. Now the Ishurs are at the gates of the cathedral.

From the Basilica of Adele to the residence of the Duke of Dielard there are also several miles in a straight line (scar, about six to seven hundred m a mile).

"Of course. You'll notice it's raining at night. Besides, I feel a strong spiritual presence around there. He will not miss my unleashed arrows."

You mean Klau.

"Bye. Ishur, I look forward to seeing you again."

Adeliane disappeared into the darkness at night in the background when she said goodbye again to Ishur alone, feeling that she could not even put it in her teeth about Mira or anything else.

The rain has almost stopped.

When I exchanged greetings with Katoka, who came to drop me off at the gate, and started walking back down the road to the Duke's residence, Mira just spoke to Ishur.

"Ishur."

"Yes."

Dario said from the side when Ishur replied with a fading, fine voice.

"There may also be something on the way home. Mira, please go back to the Mansion to talk to Lord Bersch."

……

Mira does not reply by turning her back to her side. But then he got silent, so he seemed to accept Dario's words for once.

"Hehe, Mr. Ishur is in trouble. But, Mira, you have to be nice to your daughter."

Rabena says from behind.

Even on such occasions, Mira is a girl, so take care, and that's what Rabena says. But still, you can't treat Adeliane badly. One word from Adeliane was the decision to work with Sybil this time.

"Ha, right. Lord Rabena."

Dario is doing well and hammering Labena.

What is Rabena, my lord?

Mira, as always, looks forward, that is, with Ishur's side facing, stuck.

Ha ha... I'm terrified to go home to the mansion.

Mm-hmm!

Ishur accidentally stepped into the puddle at his feet. A bouncing droplet of water flies up to the height of Ishur's face.

The cheeks are covered with puddled water.

How come the magic of early sight doesn't work at a time like this? Even if it works, it doesn't use magic, which is inevitable anyway.

The magic of early sight seems to slow down the reaction if the owner doesn't have enough energy or concentration.

and cheeks.

Ishur dropped his disappointed shoulder.

"Master Ishr! Wonderful!

Mira raised her touching voice with her hands together in front of her chest.

The location is Ishur's living room, the finest guest room on the second floor of the southeast corner of the main residence of the Duke's residence. It's the next supper room to hit.

It will often be used as a conference desk, with large horizontal paper spread on one side of the large table.

Whether the colour of wood fiber still remains on the ground, the somewhat brownish-generated paper was delivered yesterday directly to the Duke's house by the city's artisan guild.

As it is rinsed, it has not been cut, or the contour at the edge of the paper is shaped as rough as it was chipped with a person's finger.

The day after this special piece of paper was delivered, when Ishur spread the paper all over the dinner room table, he asked Mira to free up time, ran a feather pen listening to her explanation, and began to write a factional relationship diagram of the nobles and great clerics residing in the Holy City.

On the right half of the paper he drew the circle of the righteous and the cathedral, and on the left half the circle of the king and the royal palace, describing the main names of the people, from which he stretched the line to write, for example, the names of the faces of the Dielard family, or the factions of Salomon and Leflade, and the names of the main persons to whom he belonged.

Other neutral people, among them kings, princes, and righteous people, wrote separately, adding briefly to what, in addition to the title and official position, some people thought to be important information, such as owning the ○ ○ gold mine, being a former foreign secretary, or being the nephew of the ○ ○ Duke's house, being the stepfather of the First Knight Commander, and things about gates and valves.

Eventually, when the full picture of the person correlation diagram that Ishur would write at best became apparent, a startling color appeared on Mira's face, which at first had a slightly suspicious, subtle look, and shouted with admiration.

"This is... I have never seen anything like this before."

"Really?"

Ishur grinned softly.

The Miras are fine, for those born and raised in the Holy City.

They already know about the content of the correlation diagram, etc. On the contrary, we also know something like the subtle relationship, circumstances and airiness of the nobles and clerics of the Holy Capital, which cannot be expressed in these charts.

But this is the kind of diagram that a stranger would have to have in mind first from an overall overview.

"For someone from another country like me to get a good idea of what's going on in the Holy Capital, this is how you write it down yourself, in a pictorial form."

"It's great...... Ishur."

"No, no. When we have to deal with complicated situations, difficult issues, we just have to write down their contents, for example, what has happened, what is happening now, the causes and problems. I'm going to put it into words from inside my head, and I'm going to get it out there and I'm going to clarify."

In this, in a society like that of the Middle Ages when it comes to previous life, the way in which the problems are considered, considered and solved by language or visualization in that way will still only be done among some limited people. Many, including the common people, are illiterate.

"For example."

Ishur, in tune, wrote down two or three small, righteous problems, weaknesses on the edge of the paper, and an arrow to the right of that sentence.

"Justice has no backhand ", "Justice has few aristocratic supporters (no political power) ", etc.

Then Ishur wrote "Arrange Civil Bake" and "Alliance with Prince Salomon" on the right side of that arrow, respectively.

It's on paper.

"Justice has no backhanders Arrange Civil Bake"

"Justice has few aristocratic supporters (no political power) Alliance with Prince Salomon"

noted.

"This is the kind of problem anyone thinks about and the solution to it, or the result, but just write it down on paper this way and insert the arrows between them to get a clearer understanding of its contents. Not only do you think in your head, but this is how you write down the main points on paper, and you clearly language them, and you insert the symbol“ arrow "between them, and you clarify the relationship between them, and these two things are very important."

Ishur continued to giggle at Mira for a lot of time.

"I think that by habitualizing these so-called thoughts about events, we will be able to deal with them better in different phases, both in our normal lives and in special and demanding situations like this one"

Of course, these things must have continued to be extended, albeit only to the limited, at a time when mankind acquired language, letters.

Some of the aristocrats, clerics, merchants and craftsmen, who are the intellectual class on this continent, have also done things like keep a diary, write memorandums, memos, etc. to deal with the problems that arise every day.

"I think Mira has also done things like write down certain days, weekly appointments, etc. on paper as a memorandum. Or let the butler do it?

"No, I call my deacons and maids when I'm busy, and sometimes I listen directly to my brothers' plans and do it for myself."

"It is."

Mira is serious and solid.

"The memorandum is similar to what I wrote by tying it with this arrow. That will also prevent you from inadvertently forgetting your plans, and make it easier to think about what to prepare for, how to run errands efficiently"

"That's right."

The more Mira goes, the more she nods.

By the way, as a continental custom, a week is on a five-day, five-week basis. There are days of the week in order of fire, water, wind, gold and earth. However, it is generally accepted that it involves the divinity of the diocese and does not penetrate so deeply into the everyday life of the common people.

"I mean, this big figure correlation diagram I'm writing is the same, it's a kind of memorandum."

"That's right..."

Mira looks uncomfortable.

"But Ishur is wonderful! I've learned so much."

And, Mira, who ends up smiling and gets back first.

……

Ishur smiled vaguely and nodded small.

It was also a day, a day when it rained softly.

Later, there were few visitors, or Mira was joined by her brothers, Ruffizuo and Romeo. The figure correlation diagram of the Holy Capital, written by Ishur, added the names of many more, along with their exclamation.

In the evening we heard rumors somewhere in the mansion, or Salomon came to Ishur's room with the deacon Bishop.

"... this is"

Salomon had the same reaction as Mira and Ruffizuo and others.

Salomon looked at Ishur and said with a smile like a veil on his brilliance as he had one day.

Ishr, is this your idea?

I can't help hiding it now or lying and deceiving it. No, I wasn't willing to hide it from the beginning. Even though many knew it, this was necessary for their own good.

Salomon nodded when Ishur said yes,

"Your handwriting is unique. Delicate and beautiful......"

And, come on, I said something out of the question. His eyes are never laughing, even with a grin on his mouth.

Bishu, who refrains behind him, also looks difficult and stares at Ishl's written correlation diagram.

To some slightly nervous air, Mira, Ruffizuo and Romeo are also silent.

"Ready? Even if I write this down."

"Yes, of course."

Ishur also smiled and looked at Salomon's face.

"Bishu, make arrangements as soon as possible."

"Ha ha."

Bishop left the room silently as he let Salomon snuggle with a tight voice like a soldier. He probably spends it all over the city with a paper dealer or a craftsman.

There are already several secretaries with salomons in the mansion, and there is no need to arrange a new one to write.

"If there is, I hope you arrange for some vermilion ink to add to the subsequent change of circumstances with the date."

When Ishur glanced at Bishop's disappeared door,

"I see..."

Salomon covered his mouth with his hand and groaned, small once, nodding.

Its eyes sharpen.

"Is this drawing rather a draft for it"

Salomon. Exactly sharp...

"Even during the great battle (wasabi), when countless armies look alike, you will be able to take more secure extraction if you have multiple local painting surfaces that will allow you to line them up and overlook them every half hour (an hour), or every half day, writing down the battle situation with vermilion ink. This person correlation diagram is similar."

Salomon opened his eyes wide, and for a moment the dove looked like he had eaten a bean cannon. And I gave that face a distorted grin.

"Hehe. What a waste.... you didn't have to have the magic of the wind god. This is what ironic roundabouts are all about."

Exactly what Salomon says is different. It is a saying as if he knew what fate it would bring to that man to have the magic of God. Salomon says my knowledge and brains are more useful than the magic of the wind.

But he's clearly wrong about my abilities. I'm buying it. I'm just a normal person. Knowledge of previous life, what my ancestors have piled up, is just showing off as it is.

How many chart diagrams and graphs were made and surrounded by visualized statistics in the previous life at work, in normal life.

Hasn't what I taught Salomon been tried so little in this world yet? So will military chess exercises and such. And even if there is such a presence as a military teacher with partial command and oversight, called a military superintendent, there is no organizational operation constituted by a modern plurality of staff, and there is no educational institution for it.

It may not have been a good idea to teach him, but it may have been a little pleasant, if not impossible, to put a face like that on a brilliant brain, plus someone in a special position.

"Let me write you a copy, too."

As Salomon left, Ruffizuo and Romeo also said:

"Yes, of course. Go ahead."

Ishur nodded with a smile.

Eventually they also left Ishur's room and when they were alone with Mira, Ishur turned off his smile and whispered a word,

"Crow."

and called the Spirit of the Wind.

"Sword Palace, here"

"This is the Great Spirit."

Mira rises out of her chair and bows with her right hand against her chest to Klau, who shows up with the eastern window of the room on her back.

"This is a diagram of the relationship between the nobles and clerics who live in this capital (Miyako). I want Klau to remember the names of the people he wrote down here and the relationship between them. I don't need to remember right now. Between the guards on the mansion."

"Okay. From what I've seen, don't let the names of the visitors to this mansion be scattered."

"... right"

Ishur smiled bitterly and nodded.

Don't Klau remember the faces and names of far more people than I do?

The paper, spread out full of large tables, bears the names of more than two hundred actively moving figures, neutral people, from the main figures of the Holy King's family and the five public houses, to the Counts, Viscounts, Barons, Knights' families, their patrons, the rich merchants, and even greater clerics to apprenticeship clerics. In doing so, Klau remembered the visitors whose names the butlers had spoken in the mansion, and their appearance.

"By the way, I'm just curious."

Klau questioned Ishl. He tries to stretch one hand to his jaw and think about it.

"What?

"This paper does not bear the name of the Sword Palace. If you want to write it down, why don't you come here?

Crowe takes his hand off his jaw and points to the area where Mira's name is in the circular boundaries of the Dielard family written on paper.

"Oh. If you ask me."

Mira has also turned to paper, and to Ishur.

"If you want to write my name down, yes, I guess it will be around there. But my name is good."

Ishur stood up from his chair, put his hands on the paper and said he would look over the entire paper once.

"I'm here. That's all right."

And he pointed at himself and smiled.

I should be on the outside of the paper.... has to be.

"It looks like Sybil's already moved."

Fred O'Hen's face is distorted by the wax swing.

"White, it looks like you're going to take in the whole thing. It's not that bad with the head of the White Spike now, and His Highness Salomon is on the righteous side."

"Right."

The situation did change dramatically when Prince Salomon joined forces with the righteous.

So if Sybil is going to be able to move the whole white pointed crystal, that's fine.

Ishur nodded small and let his gaze slide for a moment into his shadow, which was so awkward behind the flade.

The second meeting between Ishur and Frade took place in the same secret basement of the Purple Spike Cathedral as the previous one. It is the day after Ishur wrote up the figure correlation diagram of the Holy City.

That afternoon, Mira brought Katka, the goddess of the Basilica of Adele, to Ishur's room. Katoka was wearing made-up clothes. Katoka said, "Beginning today, I became a maid with Ishr. Regards," I have greeted Ishl in the face of the maid herself with nothing to eat.

Sybil moved fast. Katoka was sent to the Duke's house as liaison personnel for Ishur and Mira and Sybil.

Two days later, a glimpse with Ulturo Baglioni will take place in the Cathedral, the day the Great Clerics of the Kings will submit a letter of questioning to him, and in the next few days Decio and the others will visit the Basilica of Adele.

A little after Katoka came to greet Ishur, some of Ishur's clothes ordered by Mira, finished early, were delivered to the Duke's residence. Whoever came to deliver it was a build, or a letter of Frade was handed to Ishl from Mira via Lucia.

Frade's letter said, "I came to the same place this evening, or tomorrow night, the same time as last time."

Ishur told Frade about much of what had happened over the past ten days when he made him face to face, and the next thing I know, he got a report from Frade.

"I have surveillance on the Secretary of the Interior, but nothing particularly suspicious. In the first place, as your Lordship says, if His Majesty is using the magic equipment of the Transformation in conjunction with the Holy Shield of Irbez, nothing can be done unless you hold down the scene where the two are to be replaced. I can't believe you're taking the secretary of the interior."

Ha. If you kidnap the Secretary of the Interior, that would be a coup. Does its weight not often differ from that of abducting, for example, Luffraid, the second prince of the Holy King's family, from the royal castle?

However, if, of course, that secretary of the interior was the bionato that was turning into him, the story changes. If it can be abducted, it's well worth it.

"I have two questions"

Ishur nodded at Frade's words, trying to peek into his eyes and say:

"First of all, how does the Secretary of the Interior keep an eye on you?

"... not constantly watching"

Frade said he would stare back at Ishur silently for a while.

"We shall know that the residence of the Secretary of the Interior is the castle of Riad, a branch in the northeast of the Royal Castle. We mostly distribute spies to the families of the great nobles from day to day. So while he's at his castle, we can generally find out what's going on."

Frade had a mean looking grin.

Yeah, the Dierards have a couple of guys, too, I guess. That much I can predict.

Perhaps for decades, no, for generations, ostensibly will become and serve the family of that aristocracy and secretly continue their intelligence work. Shogun secrets or something like that.

"Couldn't there be more surveillance personnel? You know, when we talked about this here before, the secretary of the interior said something about being particularly close to Bionato."

Ishur said all in return to Frade's grin, mean things.

"I couldn't do that. Anyway, your lord's story also revealed that His Royal Highness Salomon and the Secretary of the Interior and His Majesty are still well connected behind it, so thank you. We can't do more than that."

Frade turned off his grin and continued with a serious face.

"His Majesty is consolidating his protection. The Back House, of course, has increased its shadow-working escorts around the vicinity of the Secretary of the Interior, Master Luffraid, and the great priests of the Kings. We can't help you."

The home of the Secretary of the Interior is a fine castle. It will certainly be difficult to put on new surveillance personnel.

Incidentally, during the grassroots period of the Holy King's kingdom, the former castle general, who was handed out to the castles and small castles that hit Maru in the vicinity of the royal castle, has become the ancestor of the present five-decree public house.

As Frade said, Secretary of the Interior, Bernard Riad has the present principals Riad's castle in the northeast of the royal castle, and the same five Briones in the southeast of the royal castle, Sandelini's castle in the hills to the west of the sacred capital.

In the case of the Dielard family of Mira and the others, Kojo, a maru to the northwest of the royal castle, was once present.

However, the castle, which was familiarly southwest of the Royal Castle, is now under the jurisdiction of the Third Knights. Pastore, the last family of the five public houses that once remained like the Dielard family, was the castle owner, but he rebelled against the construction of the Legubel Canal three hundred years ago, and was removed from the castle owner of Pastore Castle due to the unhappiness of the king of time, forcing him to move toward the city. That remains the same today, and the Pastores have mansions on the outskirts of the city's mansion.

Most of these things Ishur was also taught by Mira when she wrote the person correlation diagram, and she didn't know everything.

"We shall for some time ascertain the trend of the Kings who have consolidated their protection and explore the placement of the Shadows and the Between"

"Okay. So I'll get in touch with Sybil, but keep it as minimal as possible, and you make sure you move as independently as possible. It is dangerous to concentrate all intelligence and operations on Sybil. It can also be a disturbance to the target, and I want to keep some lines of command decentralized and independent. We should concentrate when something big happens, but we should usually act in a variance, even if intelligence and manoeuvres overlap and become more wasteful."

"I understand."

Frade nodded slowly as he slightly distorted his licence and included a laugh.

"So the fuzzy question is, I want to know more about the relationship between Bionato's transformed magic fixture and the Holy Shield of Irbez. I have something to worry about."

"Relationships? What? Say it."

"Irbez's Holy Shield prevents both magic and physical attacks. Because the magic doesn't go through, I heard that even if Bionato uses the magic of transformation, neither me nor the high spirits will know..."

"What is a physical attack?"

"Attacks by sword spears, fists, etc."

"I mean, a non-magical attack."

As Ishur nodded, Frade groaned and sighed, "Your Lordship uses difficult words..."

"So, if the magic of the Transformation doesn't leak, and the magic doesn't pass, then I guess I won't be able to use any other magic while activating the Holy Shield of Irbez in the first place. I also heard that no other attack magic can be used during the activation of Irbez's Holy Shield."

"You know what?"

Frade said in a somewhat careless way. There was just a glimpse of Coot's face when he worked as a shadow.

"I don't know so much about the Holy Shield of Irbez either. But you're right, when the Holy Shield of Irbez works, will the Holy Shield of Irbez itself be cut off from magic?

"No, that's..."

Hmm? Well, that means...

"It is only on its outside that the Holy Shield of Irbez works, and it does not cut off the magic used by the user himself. Other attack magic cannot be used during the activation of the Ilbez Holy Shield because it will no longer have its magical effect on the outside of the Holy Shield. Because it also prevents magic from going from the inside to the outside of the Holy Shield."

Frade cut the words there and took a breath to continue the conversation.

The voices of the frames echoing the basement rather highlight the silence of the basement.

"The Transformation is not magic acting on the outside of the Holy Shield. It acts on the user himself. So even during the activation of the Holy Shield of Irbez, the magic of transformation takes effect. By the way, the outside of the Holy Shield is the outside of His Majesty's body."

"I see."

Ishur nodded one thing.

In other words, the magic of transformation is not the kind of magic that affects the sight or consciousness of others by showing hallucinations. It means magic that acts on the person, wearing that white mask. I have no idea how that works though.

The magic of this world is partly due to my incomplete and biased knowledge, but some parts are clear, yes or no, others are sensory, intuitive and vague, and I can't grasp a complex and clear overall picture.

Probably not in the wind that everything is ok with one set of magic fixtures + magic books, and there is a mentoring system because of that. Although magic can be used by anyone if they possess magic equipment, I guess you can't just read and memorize magic books to be able to remember and apply different industries (on purpose). Someone needs to train about a particular teacher and gain experience.

"Your lord is biased in his knowledge of magic. But I don't try to let anything go, I look at the situation and deal with it properly. It's a big deal not to drown in your own mighty power at that age."

Frade rarely comes up with a teethy dialogue.

"What do you want?"

Ishur turned his harsh gaze to Frade.

"The day after tomorrow you will finally meet with Master Ulturo. If your lord is on the table, the high priest who supports His Majesty will have to leave."

Frade keeps grinning thinly.

"I drove His Majesty, and His Highness Salomon rolled in my hand. With the help of me and Sybil, you can earn the trust of the Chief Cleric after this. What do you say? Everything's going well."

"No. It's not working out at all. The loss of Emilia and the others in Oomeo's tongue is an irreversible hatred for me. There will be no reward for their death other than the victory of the righteous."

I have fought because I will never repeat the tragedy of the Emilia sisters again. I've been trying to protect the righteous.

For this reason it has taken the lives of many on the enemy's side.

For failing to protect someone. I don't want to lose any more, so I will lay down killings to protect those left behind... I'm being held hostage as if I'm still avenging myself. Nothing seems to have changed.

Is this what Lelia, the moon goddess, planned? Is this fate......

"Hmm..."

Frade looks strange and pushes silence.

"After the bid of the next Chief Cleric (who is Iwafu), Bionato will attempt to assassinate Prince Ruffreid. I don't know how a brother princess would move if he were killed. Isn't Prince Salomon going to take in his brother, the princess, and march in? That's the biggest problem right now. We must do something to protect Prince Luffraid."

That's not all. Doesn't avoiding Luffraid's death become the thread through which I get out of this chain of killings over myself?

No...... That won't be a problem. We must at all costs create an opportunity to look like the Moon God. I must ask that fate and the god of the Underworld.

Why did you throw me into this chain of grief and suffering?

"Lord. Before we do that, we have to be careful. That's..."

Once again, a distorted grin appears on Frade's face.

It was when Ishur, who was slightly inclined to think, raised his face toward Frade.

Tease, tease...

Somewhere in the basement a small bell rang.

……

The gaze of Ishur and Frade staggers for a moment.

"Not good..."

"What. What happened?"

Ishl's harsh voice overlaps the flade he told me to groan with a small voice.

Ishur turns his consciousness to those who sound like bells. There is a wall next to me down the basement stairs, a vent-like hole up there. The hole leads to the upper basement, and several more branches, stretching up to the upper part of the tower that accompanied the temple….

Frade tried to answer Ishl something, but then there was a noise at the top of the stairs. Someone's coming down.

"Temple chief, it's a lot!

A young man who came in cleric clothes, about the same age as Build, came down the stairs bulging and knelt in front of the flade.

"What's up?

"Cathedral, a group of builds has been attacked by the enemy. First aid."

"What?"

The flade rises up vigorously.

"Cathedral? What do you mean?"

Ishur said as he looked around at the man and Frade's face who came to the news. Don't panic, stay in the chair.

"When I tried to tell your lord, it was like this..."

When Frade gave a distressed look on the face (toe), he explained to Ishur that it depended on the matter.

The day after tomorrow Ishur sees it to the Chief Cleric, that afternoon the Great Clerics of the Kings submit a letter of questioning to Ulturo. At that time all the great priests of the Holy City would gather in the cathedral, and there they would be introduced to them by Ishur as the man with the magic of the wind god, and as the man who lodged one of the red jade stones in his left hand.

Frade had obtained the information as soon as possible and had had the cathedral's periphery looked around to the hands of purple sharp crystals for days to nights, about once every half hour.

"A lookout or a cathedral?

Ishur raised a suspicious voice in the explanation of Frade.

"That's right. Your Lordship is going to show the Great Clerics the magic of the wind or the Great Spirit he summoned. Then beforehand, we must be vigilant not to be countered by kings."

"It's..."

Frade said nodding small.

"If they put up a demon seal at that time, I'd be in trouble."

"No way, if I did that in the cathedral..."

"It is true that if exposed, it will be a great noise, but the Great Clerical Council and the meeting with your Lordship will take place in a separate building from the main temple of the Cathedral, the main tower. Perhaps St. Pattandale's Hall adjacent to the Temple of the Lord will be used."

St. Pattandale would be the name of an old chief priest or a high priest during the cathedral grasshopper.

But......

It was a little sweet, I guess.

"Even if His Majesty does not give the order, it is possible that those around him will resort to tough means independently. I was going to keep an eye out for you, but apparently you did what I was concerned about. Anyway, we'll see about that later. Maybe not anymore, but if they're alive, we have to go help them."

"Around the cathedral, right? I'll go. You can take your time."

Ishur looked down at Frade when he stood up, looking down at the man kneeling.

On the instructions of Frade, "Use the second east," Ishur followed the young man who came to inform him of the ferocity, passing straight through the basement and out of the storage shed of the Tomishang mansion southeast of the Purple Spike Cathedral, from which he flew directly into the cathedral. Crowe's voice was heard around over the Duke of Delard mansion visible on his left hand side.

"How are you? Sword Palace."

Mixed with wind sounds, from ear to head, Crowe's voice echoes.

"It's a rough thing near the main temple. It's not that far from the mansion, so if you need anything, you can help me."

"Got it. I didn't feel very strong magic..."

Crowe's voice drifts away behind him. The shadows of the three large and small spires of the cathedral rise heavily in the night sky.

The distance between the Duke's mansion and the cathedral is a subtle distance from where you can or cannot talk to Klau.

Ishur stood still in the air, in front of a spire looming in front of him.

There is a slight mist rain in the night sky covered by dark clouds. I can't do the kind of arts and crafts I did in the Cathedral of Adele the other day with this rain leg.

Does anyone use magic?

Ishur meditated his eyes and shook his head slowly up, down, left and right.

There is no brilliance of magic. I can't feel I can't concentrate with weak magic.

Thin, intermittent rays of light running through the brain......

I kind of miss you. This is the magic of hiding.

But weak enough...

Ishur opened his eyes and looked down to his left, slightly rearward.

The seminary-related buildings and the quarters and warehouses of the Cathedral's servants and clerics stand in density.

Ishur lowered the magic of the wind into the night sky, and when placed into several chunks, he slowly descended towards the flash of its weak magic.

The night breeze is just a little in the humidity, sneaking cold air. There are signs of one in the surrounding buildings, but I don't feel anything on the outside.

The magic of the Hidden is released from a narrow space surrounded by stone buildings between the north and south and the west.

This is purple, isn't it a build?

Wasn't it the shadow work of the Kings or the Wizard who chased them and fled into it? It's an easy place to hide and protect.

However, if they block the east side, there will be no exit.

As I descended from the ground to about twenty long steps (skull, about a dozen meters), the magic of my weak hiding body completely disappeared, showing signs of the two men lying down so that I could sink into the ground.

"Build......"

Build holding a man with black and wet abdomen to his side, stretching out his legs and sitting up. He's got one leg wet with blood, too.

Ishur stepped down to their side increasing his descent speed.

"Are you okay?"

Give in and dive your voice.

"Oh, I am. Thanks for your help. If it was you, it would be easier to find him using a hidden body."

They are both the most common outfits of the city's inhabitants: trousers on a thin cloak with a short hem and a tunic tied at the waist. What's slightly different is that they both hang daggers on their hips, around planting some throwing knives on the slightly lower side of their chests? One man is dyeing the area of his belly with blood from its chest.

This is in bad shape.

"Can you stand? Let's hurry."

It was when Ishur said so and lowered his back, putting one knee on the ground.

When the glass window cracked violently, something jumped overhead and its black shadow began to spin over the swirl.

"Shit! It's a trap, that's..."

The build screams.

I know.

Ishur grinned thinly and stared at the black shadow swirling into the night sky.

That's trying to activate the demon seal formation.

Similar to the one used by the head of the black pointed crystal (Ozasa) with Oomeo's tongue.

A ray of light runs in all directions from the swirling shadow, and a circular pattern emerges.

Then these guys are the survivors of the Black Spine Crystal.

The windows of the surrounding buildings are broken and the armored windows are blown. A few black shadows pop out of it, or chop your sight off.

……

The build screams something. Several black figures floated in the air.

Strong right hand, gripping.

Ishur unloaded the magic of the wind from above just before the demonic seal formation was completed.

The wind catches the shadow of the building.

A sharp wind sound ripping through his entire body rang over the heads of the Ishurs for a moment.

Everything that was in the air becomes fine dust and dissolves in the dark.

When the sound of the wind running through the rain clouds disappeared, later only the usual night, silence, was left behind.

"Were you being humiliated? That's why I could live. You're lucky, Build."

Ishur said in the shadow of the moonlight dull by the rain clouds, concealing that smile.

As he rose into the air carrying an unconscious deep man and instructing the build to grab the edge of his own hips, several men appeared on the roof of the building in front of him. They say it's shadow work at night, but they all come together with white, bright-colored robes.

Somewhere the men disappear into the shadows of the building without seeing the battle between Ishur and the Kings, seeing his magic or seeing the Ishurs floating in the air without any reaction. I can't feel any killing from them. At least, it doesn't come towards Ishl.

The last remaining man has been making a rendezvous for Ishur.

……

Build calls out from behind to the glittering Ishur.

"White. White tip crystal moved."

If so, Sybil? She moved. And she thought the same thing I missed, Frade.

"It was the black remnants who attacked us"

Build said in a slight breeze flying through the night sky.

"Mixed up with the Cathedral servants who lived there from the beginning and the cleric apprenticeships and hid away"

"Right."

Ishur let the builds behind him shake his neck vertically as he stared at the lights in the pleasure district near the Purple Spike Cathedral, approaching under his eyes.

They used their heads a little too. Build was right, lurking indoors in empty rooms and storerooms, confused by the signs of those living in the quarters.

The builds had been patrolling around the cathedral for days and nights. They could have been used to attract me.

"But..."

Ishur shrugged alone.

I already took care of them. Around the cathedral, the White Spike Crystal also began to be vigilant.

Let Kraw also be vigilant on the day, and join the Great Clerics meeting along the way.

Kraw's sensing abilities, the great spirit of the wind, are more than mine in some situations.

It's not what they think anymore. I won't let you.

Ishur went into the city lights and dropped altitude.

"Master Ishr!

Mira, lying on her bench, hugged Ishl as she woke up.

Ishur was kneeling on the floor right in front of Mira at that time, trying to peek into her face.

"Are you okay, Mira?"

"Yes, more than that, Ishr..."

Mira stares at Ishur's face, clouding her face very much.

"I haven't been hurt since the beginning. The blood on the clothes belongs to one of the shadowy actions of the purple sharp crystal that helped."

Ishur laughed and said, looking a little strange.

"I'm sorry, I was worried.... and I quickly broke the clothes I had made."

Ishur had blood all over his chest from his back because he carried the other side of the build that was injured. Mira, who welcomed Ishur back to the mansion, saw it and assumed that Ishur had been badly injured and had fallen on the spot.

"Great, really. You were on my way."

When Mira said so, she pressed her face against Ishur's chest again.

After returning from the Cathedral of Adele, she did not seek to pursue Ishur about Adeliane, and even then she just silently sought an embrace. I don't know why she discouraged me.

I don't know what she's thinking, whether she thought Ishl would hate her back if she repeated her persistent jealousy, or whether Adeliane broke it off as a spiritual, tied to one place.

However, Mira stopped hesitating to lean on Ishl's side and touch her body more than before.

"I don't care about clothes..."

And Mira brought my face closer to Ishur's face, and whispered with a sweet voice of interruption.

……

Lucia, who was holding back on her side, dyed her cheeks thinly and looked at the day after tomorrow. Nelly, standing by the window of the room, also pointed her gaze away as she pounded her cheeks.

"... Oh, you guys, were there?

Mira raised her face from Ishl's chest and said softly in a low voice when she saw Lucia and Nelly.

Ishur then explained to Mira what had happened near the cathedral. I also told him that White Tsim Jing moved about the righteous side. The purple tip crystal's build rested shadow work for a while due to a right foot injury, and if you are a heavily injured man, you will be hit with five organs (from what Ishur saw, around the liver), and whether it helps to loosen the healing magic is five and a half minutes, and tomorrow is a jerk.

He rescued them both, and was thanked by Frade and the others of the Purple Spike Crystal, but the sight of the cathedral was that Ishur had also lost sight of it, which made him feel uncomplicated and unwilling to rejoice in letting go.

Ishur then called Klu on the spot, leaving Lucia and Nelly, of course, to explain to him the look-see with Ulturo, the meeting with the great clergy and give him instructions the day after tomorrow.

"With this evening, the enemy side had the possibility of something coming on the same day. Kraw is located halfway between the Duke's residence and the Cathedral. Hit both sides on alert. In the meantime, watch out for the development of the demonic seal formation near the cathedral, I guess. I'll call you when the Great Clerical Council begins."

The distance between the Duke of Dielard's residence and the cathedral is just under three miles (scar, about two kilometers) in a straight line, not a great distance. If Kraw is in the middle of it, we can communicate fully.

"If I call you, give it a little performance and appear flashy. The high priests will be more pleased with that. All the high priests in this country know about Klau. Whatever it takes, explain to them that I have a real wind magic tool."

Klau is the messenger role of the wind god Yveda. Negotiations would be excellent, as well as on the tongue. Ishur gave no detailed instructions on the matter and decided to leave it to Klau.

"I understand."

Klau nodded with an awfully bitter grin.

Mira also escorted Ishl to the cathedral that day, where Nelly was to be escorted. Sharka and Lucia remained in the Duke's residence and were to consolidate the protection of the Mansion.

After noon the following day, Ishur lay down in the bench in his living room, rowing the boat with one hand the books he had borrowed from the Duke's library, relaxed and pleasant.

That happened last night and I went to bed late. Of course that's the main cause, but there were other factors that drove him to sleep.

The title of the book Ishur held in his hand was "The Extraterritorial History of the Holy King I". The writer, the codifier, is unknown and probably not an old scholar or someone's codification, officially involved by the Holy King's family or the Church. So Ishur was a little funny, I thought I could read it, but it looked like it was from the old days and the style was stiff, and the content was similar, which unfortunately did not strike me as a sleeper.

...... hmm.

Ishur opened her eyes (dust) thinly to any indication of something in the mansion.

It's rarely sunny today. Estofol, the holy capital, is situated in the south-central part of the continent, with temperatures rising considerably during sunny weather in summer. It's just low humidity and relatively easy to spend if you avoid sunlight.

From the windows on the east side, which were vacated to open the kannon, a cool breeze, which has been coming through the green trees, occasionally blows indoors.

Signs of something moving around the mansion eventually became one of those movements walking fast.

And as he withholds, he passeth through the next, and approaches the chamber of Ishur. Ishur woke up his upper body and placed the book on the table on his side.

"Master Ishr!

The person moving unexpectedly was Mira.

"What's wrong?"

What happened? Ishur rose out of his chair in a quick move. Mira's face looks a little upbeat and nervous.

"That's... I'm sorry, Ishr. Me..."

The face makes me cry.

"This is Ventura Alejandro!

And Mira couldn't stop, telling me to scream.

"Ventura Alejandro?...... ha"

Ishur voiced a powerless, barbaric voice.

What, that. Who is it? What the hell is wrong with that one?

"The heavenly blade wind of the cathedral." Ishur, I was about to introduce you to the Great Wizard of the Wind. "

"Oh, oh."

The heavenly blade wind of the cathedral --, surely Mira was supposed to introduce me, the best wind wizard in the Holy City, was it?

But now I'm not in a situation where I beg one of them to teach me wind magic. I think it would be nice if after one thing with Bionato...

"That's what Ventura Alejandro was already dead the other day."

Mira said she and Dana had lunch at the Mansion today and, as recently as possible, happened to hear about it in the middle of a public conversation. It seems that Dana also learned recently that the heavenly blade style of the diocese, Ventura Alejandro, had died while Mira and the others were away from the Holy Capital at the Holy Stone Professor.

"Oh, I see"

That is indeed a great shame...... That would happen because that one would have been quite old.

"But I can't help it. This is the Holy City. There will be other famous wind wizards..."

"But..."

Mira seems to be unhappy with something.

"Ishur really wanted to introduce you to someone who was the best wind magician in our kingdom..."

"You don't have to worry about that. I'm not learning wind magic right now."

"Yes. Excuse me. Ishr..."

Mira approaches beside Ishur.

"Ventura Alejandro, your relative and wind magician now lives in your residence as a trustee. It's not that far away, and today, let's continue to say it, shall we? Hey, Ishr."

Mira is approaching.

"Now, from now on?

Well, if it's close, it's fine...

"There are trustees, which means there may still be rare, precious wind sorcery books, magic implements, etc."

……

Ishur's eyes open wide.

Precious Wind Magic Book!! Regardless of the wind magic fixture, I do want to see that now. I'm dying to go very much.

"Where is it?

"It is the back of the Lord's Temple of the Wind God. Alejandro lived late in life, renting an empty building on the temple grounds."

"The Lord's Temple of the Wind God..."

At that time, the window made a small noise.

A pleasant breeze blows through the window behind Ishur.

The shadow of a girl in long, loose clothes passes through her heart with the wind.

... I felt that way.

Visibility? Who is it? No, this wind... Somewhere back in the day......

Ishur wandered away somewhere, gazing beyond his memory.

The wind blew again outside the mansion.

A small wind chirp tickled Ishl's ear.