Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

The main temple of the wind god Yveda was in the northeast of the Holy Capital, on the outskirts of the city.

In Mira's mouth, right around the corner, at a walkable distance? I thought so, but that was different.

"See, that's the temple you see over there."

Mira's voice is playing.

She shivered her windy curly hair, and her blue eyes glowed with loss, and she was in a great mood.

Mira puts her arms around Ishl's back and keeps her body firmly attached to Ishl.

Ishur was holding Mira, making her a princess and flying northeast over the Holy Capital.

Ishur let Mira smile and she relaxed and looked at the view that spread beneath her eyes.

The Aniele River, which flows north of the Royal Castle, flexes steeply north from the tip of the vertically intersecting Legubel Canal. The city of the Holy Capital also extends on its northern shore, but around the north side of the Royal Castle, the bushes of the trees are dotted with grass, and the large buildings, as well as the houses, are not visible.

Buildings in the city adjacent to the fortress can sometimes be an effective defensive position for the side of the siege. The impossibility of seeing the building on the north side of the royal castle across the Aniele River was presumably a defensive treatment of the castle.

In the direct north of its royal castle, you can see the building of the temple reflecting white and sunlight around the break of downtown stretching to the north bank of the Aniele River.

That's what Mira pointed out in her bright voice.

Ishur dropped altitude toward its temple, the main temple of the wind.

Zazu, the sound of cutting the wind suddenly rang loudly.

The Lord Temple of the Wind was a triangular roof on multiple corner columns, a slightly dull bright grey stone building with a common appearance, no different from the temple of the Kingdom of Radice. One tower at the back of it, standing flat, is a form commonly found in the great temple of the Sacred Capital, very similar to the Purple Spirit Crystal Cathedral.

The square in front of the temple of the wind faces large buildings of shops, lodging houses, aristocratic mansions, etc., and from among its buildings, wooden greenery shining in the sun can be seen flourishing all over the spills.

The figure of one walking in the square was sparse, and in the corner the children were playing solidified into several pairs.

As Ishur and Mira descended into the square in front of the temple, they walked out towards the main entrance to the temple.

No one walked in the square, no children to play with, noticed the Ishurs coming down from the sky.

The two were in the brilliance of the sun's light. The sky of the Holy Capital was filled with the visible sunlight of summer.

"Someone from the Temple of the Wind, put in a message for the priest, and then come to Alejandro's residence"

Mira's voice sounded strangely high and clear.

When you enter through the main entrance of the temple, you will see those who are praying in the darkness. I can see the big stone statue of the wind god in the back.

Speak to one of the clerics Mira was inside, and once out of the temple, take the trail beside it towards the back. From the trees offering branch leaves from the sides, you can hear the cheerful sound of a cicada.

Through the wood-leaking trails, on the left, there were dormitories and warehouses behind the temple, and on the right, wooded dotted meadows. On the front, a small field like a home garden can be seen in between, with brightly colored flowers blooming.

Behind the small mansion, which was the final residence of the "heavenly blade wind of the cathedral”, was in abundant greenery.

On a dull orange roof, by the way, every teasing white-walled house has a window open, and I can see that someone still has one to live in.

Stand in front of the front door of the mansion following the textured rubble. On the way, I did not see anything similar to the gate, nor the fence.

When Ishur rang the knocker of an old, tired wooden door, he glanced at the garden visible on his left.

You can see purple sunflowers and orange infarcts in front of you, sunflowers in the back, and possibly buna trees further behind them. Behind the trees is also a stream, and between the flowers that bloom in the garden there is a small pond.

"Full of flowers. It's a nice garden."

Mira narrows her eyes and tells her to taste the scent of the flowers.

The flowers bloom abundantly, but in the meantime they are gardens where weeds grow and are not particularly cared for.

But Mira's right, rustic and bright, it also feels like she has some unique taste.

Ishur turned his gaze back towards the door.

There are signs of one approaching behind the door.

"Yes."

To that voice, Ishur and Mira looked at each other.

It was high, a woman's voice.

Now only one trustee of the late Ventura Alejandro should live in this house.

but then the door opens with a noise.

……

Ishur leaned back unexpectedly and saw the girl.

"Who is it?

There was a girl in white bright blonde hair, blue eyes, long, loose piece with a raw hem, no, there was a woman.

"Please sit there. I'll make you some tea now."

The woman in white disappeared behind the door with dancing legs, sagging her long hair.

The trustee of the Great Wizard of the Wind, said to be the best of the Holy Capital, was still a young woman.

Mira stares at Ishur with a glimpse.

"Is that the trustee?"

"Yeah......"

Ishur nodded ambiguously, straying from Mira's gaze, looking around the room.

The room, a short walk into the mansion, has a bench-like bench in the back and one set of tables, a vine chair to the right towards it, and that's all the furniture-like stuff. The floors are tasteful with seasonal wooden planks, but there are no ornaments, accessories, or anything in the room. The whole room is a killing landscape, with a strange sense of aerial neglect.

After the landlord dies and all the estates are distributed and processed to the survivors and so on, an empty house with nothing —— it feels like that.

Mira's “trustee” in this case is naturally not a public being sent by a royal family or a church or something. It should be only a private being nominated by the Great Mage during his lifetime, or by his disciples and clans after his death. Unless, for example, Ventura Alejandro borrowed and used royal magic equipment, borrowed and operated something royally owned, the royal family would not designate a trustee. Besides, I would describe it as a trustee, but not exactly an Alejandro estate administrator.

If this house is the property of the temple of the wind on the table, what the hell does a woman so much as just disappeared in the back manage? From the feel of this room, there seems to be nothing left of the golden eye. After all, there is only one thing left, and does that mean that, as Mira said, it is like a magic fixture or a magic book?

shah, don, and the door leading to the back room opened slightly rampantly, and as many women as just now appeared with a tray with a tea set in their hands.

"Hmm? Come on, sit down, sit down"

She says in a bright voice.

"Oh, thank you."

"Excuse me."

When Ishr and Mira sit back in alignment, a trustee across the street? woman sits down and pours tea into a small cup. It doesn't feel very familiar.

Ishur somewhat observes her face slightly top-down.

The first impression of appearance seemed younger than myself, but the feeling of sight, the expression looks older.

"Go ahead."

A woman placed a cup with tea in front of Ishur and Mira. It's white ceramic with a small handle that pinches with your fingers.

Something smells. I'm not sure, but it's probably a blend of chamomile-like vanilla. This would be herbal tea. It's a rare tea on this continent, especially in urban areas.

The poisonous ring I got from Salomon doesn't respond.

If there is any poison in the tea, the colour or fragrance will be completely different, or the ring will tighten, suddenly feel sick, or in some way let you know.

"Oh, that smells good."

and hold the cup in your hand, Mira.

……

But a woman just smiles silently.

I can see a slight scuff around her face and nose beam.

"I'm Ishul, this is Mira Dielard. What's your name?

Ask the person's name in a subtle, creepy way. It's a painful, shapeless greeting, a woman who makes you feel that way. I have no idea who I am or how I grew up.

From the way you dress and stand, you won't be a high-ranking nobleman, that's all I know.

"... Leni. My name is Leni. Greetings."

It was a little while ago. She let her gaze swim to the unknown for a moment before naming her.

And there was no particular reaction to Mira's family name, Dielard either.

"Welcome. Greetings."

Ishur looked at Leni's face as he grinned lightly.

"Leni, may I call you?

"Oh, yeah. Ishur. To Ishur."

Leni looked at Ishur's face and smiled. And I saw Mira.

"And, Mira,"

"Yes, thank you. Mr. Leni."

Mira smiles and responds normally.

Leni's unresponsiveness is unusual in the Sacred Capital, even though he hears Mira's family name. I wonder if she is from the same exotic country as I am, from the mountain back or south within the Holy King, from the province.

"Mr. Leni is your trustee, Ventura Alejandro? They'll send wind magic, won't they?

"... oh yeah. Yes."

Leni flutters her neck vertically over and over again as she grins.

"But all my grandfather's magic equipment and stuff, I gave it to your apprentice, and now there's no more of it left."

"Eh."

Waste your legs?

Mira is also making her face stronger.

That's still what makes this room so strangely murderous. Is there nothing left of Ventura Alejandro's legacy? Then she...

"Ah, but there's only one magic book left."

Oh, there it is! All right......

"But..."

But Leni clouds his expression and shuts up.

"Actually, I do the wind magic, too. If you like, Leni, why don't you show me that magic book?"

I'm going to ask you to go straight here. Usually it's out of the door, and I guess they say no...

"I can't do that."

Leni has still said no.

She opens her eyes wide and looks dauntingly, like a child.

Until just now, you looked a little grown up, soaked up.... There's something about the tone that's childish, and I really can't read her age.

When I glance at Mira, I'm smiling at her to see why she's in a good mood.

"Yes.... how about I be your apprentice? Can you make me your apprentice?

On the continent, craftsmanship, swordsman skills, etc. tend to be hidden from other disciples and not on the table. So is the wizard. Previously, the Mistress of Frontera's Magic Fixture Shop said, to use the Magic Fixture of the Great, the Magic Five Generations, you need to be apprenticed to an experienced wizard, read magic books, learn spells, and be instructed individually.

If she would accept my apprenticeship, she would be allowed to read the magic book of the Great Mage of the Wind, which only one of them left.

Mira is still sipping her smile and tea. Even though I don't know how many wizards Leni is, Mira doesn't complain or try to pinch anything when she says I want to be a disciple to Leni.

Didn't Mira want to introduce me to the famous and powerful Wizard of the Wind in the Holy City? Or did Mira know Leni's name for a long time as it, or the Wizard of the Named Wind?

"Mmm."

Leni had been thinking for a while about her gaze toward the day after tomorrow, but all of a sudden she just, quickly turned her smile to this one.

"Fine, Ishur. I will make you my disciple."

"Ah, oh. Thanks."

……

Mira stays smiling. I just nodded once and say nothing.

"Ishur said you wanted to see the Wizard of the Wind book. Then I'll show you."

"What, yeah. Um, contract,... what about writing a statement or something? Uh, gratuities, contract fees, things like monthly thank you..."

"It's good for the basket..."

and Leni with a strange face.

"You're welcome. Such a thing. Mr. Leni will make you his apprentice, then that's fine. It's personal, so you can make up your mind between Leni and Ishur."

Mira tells me from the side.

Is that what this is about?

"Well, Ishur, come to the back room. I can't show it to Mira..."

"Yeah. If you don't mind, could you show me who's in the garden? Mr. Leni."

"Fine."

Reni nodded to Mira and took a seat, opening the back door.

"Come on, Ugh"

The back room also has two chairs on a larger desk, an empty bookcase with nothing, and a few chests. That's all I had, it was a killing landscape room.

Ishur turned to his desk and sat in a chair, but leaned back unexpectedly to Leni's, a slightly painful voice heard from behind the wall he slipped out to the side.

"Let's help."

Behind the wall, Leni was about to take one very large book out of the chest.

"Yeah, thanks"

Inside the chest were other sticks carved with the figure of the wind god on his head, like a rusty bronze incense furnace, and some rolls of paper.

We all feel something. Probably all of them are magic implements and similar things.

Ishur said with his hands on the book Leni was about to lift.

"Everything in the crate is magic."

"Yes, I am."

"The magic equipment Leni uses?

"Yes, I am."

The two of us move to the desk with both ends of the magic book, carefully on the desk, and slowly place it.

The Book of Magic was so thick there, but it was so big that the big man could hold it with both hands and hold it. Naturally heavy, it would be a bit hard to carry Leni alone.

Black stained cloth on wooden planks, bound with thick strings. It's a book like that. Is it even foiled on the cover, or is it imprinted with gold letters as "The Wizard of the Wind"?

When the cover is opened, a sentence with the same name on the middle cover, such as "Blessings of Yveda", is written in the old language.

"Then Ishur, I can't lend you this book, so read it here"

"What, oh"

Ishur looked up and saw Leni.

"You can't read it all in one day, can you? You can come and read it whenever you want. Because I am always in this house. Anytime except when I'm asleep."

"Oh, thanks for that"

That would be very appreciated.... Wouldn't Leni go somewhere?

Anyway, it's convincing that such a big book would be hard to carry, and of course valuable, and I can't lend it to you.

"Sometimes I come to see how things go, so if you have any questions, even then? Then take your time."

Leni then disappeared further back, probably to the living room and those with the kitchen, with no sound and a clean foothold.

She was barefoot.

"This is..."

Ishur held his head with an elbow on one of his whining desks.

The Wizard of the Wind book began with a brief preface, followed by a long overview that lasted forever.

Similar to the Biblical scriptures, whether preface or outline, there was a prolongation of indescribable texts that seemed irrelevant to Ishur.

In creating the heavens and the earth, the Lord God Jerez first created the moon god Lelia, and then the fire god Balhel, followed by the water god Fiore, the wind god Yveda, the gold god Virod, and finally the earth god Oomeo.

Then each God was to create the elements of fire, water, wind, gold, and earth that would be the source of the world, and the power of the gods would pass to heaven and earth too much.

Yveda let the wind blow so as to cover the heavens and the earth as the god of the wind, and to provoke the filth and the fear that comes from nothing, to bring cleansing into the world, to the man and the animals that were later created by Jerez, to the all things to which plants were added an incessant flow.

The power of the wind is the grace of the Yveda God, and the magic of the wind comes from the power of the Yveda God. Therefore worshipping and serving the Yveda God is the only way to gain the power of His God...

What the hell does a sentence like this mean?

For all who are alive in this world, this may be worthy enough to fear and behold.

But it doesn't matter to me with memories of my past life, memories of different worlds.

Physical laws, laws of nature, like those of the previous world, also exist in this world, and this star is almost identical to the Earth of previous life, as far as the state of the universe around it is concerned, it looks exactly the same.

Probably the same size as in the previous life, the sun with color temperature, its sun rising from east to west and setting, for example, the apple falling below, with colourless clear air. If you're going to have a big tornado with magic, it's definitely easy to do clockwise.

I don't know anything about reason, but I still know things. There is nothing strange about the colour flavor in the various things that appear in the eyes. That's because the color temperature of the sun is the same, maybe because the thickness and composition of the atmosphere doesn't change either. Although, of course, the story assumes that humans in this world have the same vision as humans in the previous world.

On this earth, this star is probably about the same size as Earth, spinning and rotating at the same speed. Gravity exists, and this continent is in the northern hemisphere.

At night you can see the heavenly river and the constellations that vary depending on the season look much like in the previous life......

Flying bird wings. A breeze across the field....... small wind flow.

If you express and open up the magic of the wind, it becomes a major change in the atmosphere and a blowing wind.

At the end of the day, magic comes down to the laws of physics, nature, everything.

Magic, on the other hand, exists something that cannot be explained from a scientific point of view.

The magic of reflection that came out of Gorn's night story, the enchantment formations that were in Uncle Borderline's office, the magic equipment of the Spirit God's mirror that has been used by Black Spirit Crystals and turned into a mask of transformation......

The laws of the previous world are mixed and mixed with the magical existence of a new unidentified. If the power of the gods is the source of magic, what the hell is this world? From my point of view, the gods are the foreign things that make transformation into the original world, rather, the ones that have no vengeance?

Behind the lines of literature, the line of words of the Book of Magic that seems meaningless, if that is true (seriously), is this world not full of empty deception?

Slightly from the outside, the wind blows in......

Ishur raised the head he was holding and looked out the open window, on the left side of the room.

Mira's red dress hides in the garden of this mansion full of grasshoppers.

Has it been a long stretch of late-night grass? Beyond it, Mira lays her face against the orange infarct flower.

A single width of painting cut into a window frame. Another girl appeared in it. It's Leni. Mira's red color mixes with the white color of her clothes.

Mira smiled as Leni spoke to Mira about something. The two look at the flowers and speak affectionately.

I wonder what you're talking about.

The gentle appearance of the two girls rocks between the grass flowers.

There are deep green trees and bright blue skies in the background.

Ishur glanced at him.

Leni lost sight of Mira and looked at her.

From there, she has smiled at Ishl.

"It doesn't say much about the preface of the Book of Magic. Ishl."

Leni is sitting in front of Ishur.

She said she would turn a pranky glance at Ishl.

"What if we read from where the magic types and spells are written afterwards?

"Oh, yeah."

Ishur nodded small.

An ambiguous, unclear reply. Looks a little in love.

As Ishur was told by Leni, when he appropriately turned the section of the Book of Magic, the syntax of the spell was noted there.

Whether there are other originals or copies in this magic book, the body is all handwritten.

The polite and delicate brushstroke, although quite different in the shape of the original letter, nevertheless resembles the atmosphere of an old typeface called black letter, which is found in English, etc. of previous life.

Beautiful and majestic, but decorative and misread typeface.

A spell is an ancient passage of scripture that makes magic weave and people petition God.

That section, which begins with a sentence with, contained the basic syntax of the spell.

The magic spell consists of three verses: a "cry" that gives us magic, such as the gods, a "call" that calls upon the subject who conducts the magic, a "target sing" that speaks its name and purpose, and finally a "prayer" that begs for the subject.

The magic book used the most basic magic of wind magic, the "blade of wind god” spell as an example sentence, to explain the fundamentals of the spell syntax.

It's

O Yveda, the god of the wind = singing

You sang the wind blade

Give me a song.

There was.

“The Blade of the Wind God” was in the first section of the Magic Type Description in the Book of Magic. It is a magic that cleaves the subject like a sickle (the Kaijus) with a magical wind, an attack magic used mainly at close range. For medium and long distances there was a magic also known as "wind god arrows”.

"Ishur has the sword of the wind, so I don't think he needs to remember the type of wind magic or the spell."

Leni lays her head down and tells her to peek in from below.

White, light-colored blonde hair hanging like flowing.

"You should keep it as a reference. I can't believe you used the“ Blade of the Wind God "by casting a spell... It's like we're wasting some kind of windy magic equipment."

"... it is"

I feel like I know what Leni's talking about somehow.

Ishur nodded and dropped his gaze on the book, returning to the spell section, and began reading the second page of it.

It was noted there that magic spells were not only predetermined wording, but that you could think of better words on your own, but whether those replaced words were established as spells was due to the magic apparatus that each possessed and the good and bad of your knowledge and sensibilities about magic.

Hmm?

A slight, slightly moving sign of air in the room.

When Ishur raised his face, Leni offered his palm (the palm of a) in front of him, making a small whirlpool of wind on it.

Hey, what!?

Ishur glanced at both eyes wondering if this was still the case and stared at the swirl of that little wind.

That's, that's...

That forest witch, the day Lene nearly killed me, the day I got the magic of the wind, the same day I had my first wind, the first time I used the magic of the wind...

At that time, a small whirlpool of wind made by gathering winds in my palms. There was a missing moon ahead of that protruding. The side of the moon god Lelia overlaps Leni's face.

Ishur shook to the side as he shook his neck.

"Hehe."

Leni laughed.

A glowing, but pranky grin danced Ishl's present.

"Bad joke."

Ishur's whining is skipped by the wind.

…… Did you say something? Ishur. "

Mira, who held me back, asks me from below.

"No, it's nothing."

The yang leans west, and the city of the Holy City is stained with Zhu.

The wide grounds of the Duke's residence came into view under his eyes.

Are you telling me Leni is the moon god?

The Goddess of the Moon has always appeared to Melillah as if to mock my failures, my sins, my thoughts.

Leni's prank, but familiar eyes. I very much don't think she's the moon god who turned into a human being.

Leni makes a little whirlpool of wind on his palm and shows it, and it solidifies me, "Is that it? What's the matter, man? Are you okay?" he called, putting his hands on my arms and gently rubbing them over and over again.

She had a full smile then. Were you trying to make a move on me or something?

And Leni has used the whirlpool of that wind, the magic of the small but definite wind. It's unchanging and subtle, too, naturally.

The goddess of the moon, Lelia, will be what can be termed the all-powerful God, who is free to change the fate of people and things. But she cannot use the magic of five systems, such as wind and fire, directly.

Ishur turned around and looked around the main temple of the wind.

"I wonder why the Temple of the Wind is in such a despicable place"

Somehow, Mira explained firmly to Ishur, who said it like a single word.

"You know there was a temple of wind from the time of the Urk kingdom in the woods, southeast of the village of Bersch in your hometown of Ishur, right?

When Ishur nodded silently, Mira also looked toward the main temple of the wind of the Holy City under her eyes.

"To the northeast of the village of Bersch, far ahead of the wooded wetlands, they say there is a warm tidal stream of sea. Winds blowing in from it have healed the continent's winter cold and brought rain of grace. It has long been said that the wind is a benefit that the Yveda God brings to men. So around the time of Urk, the temple of wind was built in the northeast of the kingdom, in the land where the wind of the Yveda God blows. Even here in the Holy City, it's built to the northeast of the capital."

Mira went on to explain that the main temple of the other gods in the Holy City was also built to mimic the position of the same temple, which was within the ancient kingdom of Urk.

To the northeast of the village of Bersch, far ahead of that wetland lies the sea, with warm currents...

The Ishurs descended into the courtyard in front of the duke's mansion, which coloured red at sunset, and began walking straight to the mansion.

"Leni and I talked a lot."

"Yes, gentle, simple, I liked it. And I saw that one as quite the wizard of the wind.

Mira has returned a few unexpected words to Ishur's casual question.

The two look a lot different, as well as their personalities and hobbies, but are they compatible with the outgoing?

And what did Mira see of Leni and guess her strength?

Once inside the mansion, Lucia was waiting for the Ishurs in the central hall.

"Deacio Buniel of the Cathedral is waiting for you."

Lucia told the Ishurs.

Moving between the little roses, Desio rose out of his chair to greet the Ishurs.

There is no one else in the dimmed room.

"Good afternoon, Master Desio."

"Thank you for waiting"

Desio nodded silently at Mira and Ishur's greeting. His expression is a little stiff.

"Lord Civil Bake has informed me."

Desio dived in his voice and said.

"I hear you had a rough night behind the cathedral."

Not good. Speaking of which, I forgot to let Desio know about that night.

"Excuse me, Mr. Desio. You should have let me know."

"Mm-hmm. But they do a lot of rough stuff over there. If the location is just the location, exposing it can be a big problem."

Ishur looked slightly narrower at Desio, who looked difficult.

Just fine. Let's let him know at last.

"Early tomorrow morning, I'll have Crowe look around the cathedral. If there's anything wrong, I'll destroy it, get rid of it."

If the Dark Spirit with the Demon Seal had vanished the signs and hidden...... Kraw will be easier to find than I am. I'd better get around to backup.

Even they are not complete when they say they are alert with the addition of white pointed crystals to the purple. There will be overlooks, and kings will come to counteract them.

Even the sun rises and it is impossible for them to move inside and outside the cathedral at times when many people come and go. It would be easier to expose and even more important if, during that time, we were to engage in sabotage activities to the cathedral. The political damage to the Kings would be immense if they found out.

Then it would be nice to have them do one last check at dawn, the last time they can move.

Tomorrow, me and Kraw will be temporarily away from the Duke's residence. In the meantime, I have already told Ruffizuo and Romeo through Mira to lay a battlefield posture, Dario, the Duke's Knights Commander, and Colletta, the head of the Magic Guide.

And, of course, the Cathedral clerics stationed at the Duke's house have already informed us of tomorrow's progress.

Isn't Desio's sudden visit more because he's worried about what I'm going to do than last night?

It would be difficult to be done something very flashy around the cathedral, I guess.

But naturally, you have to do what you have to do.

"The Saint Pattandale Hall, where the Great Clergy Council opens, is set up by the Defensive Magic Team of the Sun God. You don't have to worry about the Dark Enchantment."

Desio looked unfloated and said when Ishur told him that he would use Klau in the early morning to look into the anomalies around the cathedral.

"The magic formation of the optical system set up in St. Pattandale protects the magical attack from the outside of the junction and does not cause harm to the inside of the junction. However, I don't think Claudios will be able to come in if that junction is activated...

I see. The Light Junction is a defense against the outside, the Dark Demon Junction takes away the attacking power of those who are inside it, directed to the inside. Light goes outside, darkness goes inside. There is a clear difference.

"That's the king's ambition, isn't it? I'm trying to activate the light junction and interrupt the face to face between the great spirits of the wind and the great priests."

If you want to engage Kluw with the high priests outside St. Pattandale's Hall, then, on the spot, you can use the Dark Demon Sealed Realm.

"If you're in the magic line of that optical system, you'll be able to use my magic, so I can't help but break that line and bring in Crowe."

The truth is that my own magic will not be interrupted even if the Dark Demon Seal is erected.

"No, no, Lord Ishur. That's a little troublesome..."

"Then I hope you will allow me to investigate around the cathedral at dawn. At that time you will clearly see Crowe over the cathedral. Many of the Cathedral priests who are awake early will also see"

If there is an enemy counterattack, ask Klu to be targeted. There would be nothing wrong with his prowess.

"Well, ho ho"

Mira laughs as she listens silently until now.

"Ishur, your operation is perfect. The Great Spirit of the Wind appears above the Cathedral and protects it. This is important. It's going to be a big deal in the Holy City."

That's settled.

I don't know, but the Great Spirit is still a rare being, close to God.

"... ok. I have no choice."

Desio smiled bitterly and nodded.

As Desio returned to the cathedral, Ishur asked Lucia to tell Katoka to come to her room, one first, back to her living room.

Mira is going to the small castle along the canal to face the meeting of the Dielard family regarding the guarding of the mansion tomorrow.

I have not yet informed Katoka about the matter early tomorrow morning. The White Spike Crystal and, if you are still on alert, the Purple Spike Crystal must also be told that, once in the early morning, you will be asked to leave the cathedral area, or to wait quietly on the spot, without magic. Even if the Kings think there's something about it, that's fine. If you can stop them from moving as a result, that's fine. Let Katoka know not only the white pointed crystal, but also the purple one. There's still time. You'll be fine.

When Ishur returned to his chamber, there was a great shadow of one during the dim refrain.

The shadow steps toward Ishur.

"Master Bersch."

The shadow of the big one was Bishop.

"I want to tell you something inside."

"What is it?"

Bishu standing behind the window turned backlit and I can't see the look on his face from Ishur.

Ishur insignificantly approached the window.

The sun sets on Bishop's face, creating a deep shadow.

"His Royal Highness doesn't need to tell Bersch..."

According to Bishop's story, Salomon is secretly preparing his own aristocrats with territory near the Holy Capital to march.

"Tomorrow is the day when you will see the Chief Cleric and then invite him to the Great Clerical Council. No, it will be a substantive summons. His Royal Highness is preparing you for a soldier horse in case something happens."

Ishur stared sharply at Bishu's face.

"Really?"

I haven't informed Salomon about yesterday. It would also be trivial for a prince of a country. He wondered if he'd found out about it, or if he didn't have to, like Frade or Sybil, there was some kind of turmoil.

"That's His Highness Salomon. Your wisdom depends on how impressed you are."

Ishur said, bowing his head hard.

For once, I've never been over there to keep my words and deeds to myself.

"Thank you, Deacon, for your consideration."

But for once, let's put the nail on the euphemism.

If Salomon really did march or something, it would be a big deal. We shouldn't rush to a settlement more than we know where Bionato is.

Ishur made a smile and said to Bishu in a soft tone.

"Your Highness knows that. There is no great difference for me, whether it is an enemy or an ally, such as a thousand or two thousand armies. Thousands and thousands of armies by myself, whatever."

This will tell Salomon. He said there was no use for marching. No, I don't want a speedy settlement.

Even he knows that if he wakes up the army, as a result, he could get away with Bionato. And he wants to capture or kill his father for sure.

There's just something I have to say politely, even though I'm just nailing it.

"Nevertheless, your Majesty's concern is also most terrifying. Be careful not to bother His Highness on that day."

When Ishur said so, Bishu nodded satisfactorily many times.

A sunset shooting in from the side adds awesomeness to his grin.

Ishur tilted his neck slightly.

... Is this Salomon's warning not to be too violent and important? Or have you cautioned me to be careful tomorrow?

Did Salomon just want to tell the story of the march to the story?

Ishur stared narrowly at Bishu's back as he disappeared across the door.

The edges of the clouds shine in the morning sun. Clouds large and small flow towards the morning sun and into the eastern sky.

It's still a day, and I think I managed to clear it up.

Ishur is now floating on the north side of the cathedral behind the Duke's mansion, just above the seminary building at a slight distance, hundreds of long steps (skull, about 250-300 m) high.

In front of you, slightly below you, rises the main tower of the cathedral, with a crow standing in the air directly above it.

Crowe is half-entified and visible to everyone.

A breeze that gently blows around. I can't feel any magic in the soft wind that sweeps through my cheeks.

Kraw began his exploration.

This insignificance is a big deal.

And, across the main tower of the cathedral, around the back of the building on the north facing the Great Square, the magic was brilliant, and a small explosion sounded. From there, a bright gray smoke blows up high in the sky in a straight line.

Did you do it? First of all, he was hiding, apparently ending some dark covenant spirit of the Kings.

Today not only the Shadow One, but also the Mage Master may be out......

White smoke blown up overhead.

Has that become the wolf smoke of the struggle?

Several flashes of magic flashed from the perimeter of the cathedral.

Fireballs, large and small, from the shadows of buildings on the east side, also show signs of magic from downtown on the west side across the canal, and the water surface of the canal bursts and flourishes.

Heh heh. You'll be flashy for a long time. This is the main mountain of the Cathedral Church.

Kraw puts his arms together in front of his chest, just floating in the sky supernaturally.

Come on, let's get started.

Ishur, as usual, overhead, appeared a mass of magic of several winds at considerable altitude.