Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

Misty rain over the darkness becomes a countless slight brilliance to cover your sight.

Behind that water smoke is a kannon opening armored window. There is a martial bone iron door.

Ishur glanced at the iron door with his eyes narrowed in the darkness.

I don't know for sure because it's night time, but there seems to be red rust floating on the black-painted surface by the way.

One thing is strange is that the door keys are on the outside. Several large padlocks protrude the horns of their squared iron masses, where the iron bars are tied together in chains and are not often seen on the continent from between them.

Ishur retreated from the air and looked over to the top of the tower of the desolate god.

The top floor of the tower of the desolate god Baltar is cylindrical. Some of the lacquer painted on the exterior walls peels off, and from its interior, this is also rare on the continent, with a glimpse of stacked bricks.

The magic that appears bright blue in Ishur radiates evenly around from the outer walls of the tower. Its magic is not much strength, but it is very neat and feels nothing disturbing.

Besides...

From the bottom and top of the top floor, another magical glow was emitted, horizontally thin and sharply spreading, as if when a lid was put on the lights, it leaked from between them.

"Hmm. What to do"

Ishur muttered in a low voice as he pinched his own jaw tip with his left hand.

Does it feel that this magic power still has a demonic sealed junction inside the tower, which is also independent of each other, up, down, and on the sides? At least not the junction of the defense system against attacks from the outside. It's obvious because there's a hole on the outside of the iron door.

Perhaps each interior has an independent demonic seal formation on the ceiling and floor, while the sides have multiple magic formations arranged evenly along the interior walls, in a structure that is not a wizard or a summoning spirit, where the magic that keeps the demonic seal formations activated is automatically supplied from the body of the demonic seal formation or from somewhere. The magic leaking out on the outside of the tower is stable without any disturbance, and somehow it can be inferred that it is.

Multiple magic formations that covered Uncle Behm's office, maybe a little like that one.

A rather hands-on prison built that does not need to be managed directly by magicians and spirits, that is, that people and spirits are considered to stay away from......

What are we trapping and sealing?

I don't know if there will be ghosts or snakes, or what's inside because my own magic barely passes. That could be very dangerous, but that's why it's boring to walk away like this.

I can't help but look inside.

But there's no way we're gonna let this place fall apart. Whether it is known any day, or whether an uninterrupted monster appears and stands around, for now we should open it carefully and as quietly as possible.

I do not want anyone to know for as long as possible that this seal has been lifted.

Ishur, modestly, slowly unloaded the magic of the wind from the other realm, cutting off some of the chains and padlocks wrapped around the

All chained padlocks are old and rusty and don't feel like they will open properly, even if they have a key.

Then, the chains and padlocks were carefully removed from the shackles, and placed quietly on the edge of the stone that was stuck in the footsteps, so that it did not fall below.

Raise your head and look at the handle of the iron door. Put your hands on it and hold it.

A slight force made a giggly, iron rubbing sound.

Quite heavy.

Pull the door. I felt Adeliane's slight water magic touch the tip of her nose.

When the door opened about a third.

A small flame lit the darkness in front of me.

Huh?

The early-seeing ring activates.

"Knock."

Reach out “hands” and gather together to gather the magic of the wind and throw it under your feet.

A mass of flame that spreads in front of you.

from but is lifted and blown up.

A red flame runs right through my eyes. Some of the magic of the wind is taken.

from but horizontal, feet up, from the air but a spin. Ishur cut the magic of a quick look.

Then all of a sudden the heat of the flames tingled, and now I'm stabbing all over my body.

"Damn."

Follow the whereabouts of the flames that twisted and exploded around your neck.

Around is only the dark. The flames are already out in the dark.

Trap.

A trap was set. It was dangerous. Besides, someone saw that flame.

Got hit. Damn.... no, I was alarmed. I was watching sweetly.

Ishur stretched his magic detection from the top of the open window into the tower on the spot.

Luckily no severe damage is seen to the iron doors opened on either side of the window. The hinge hasn't even come off.

The top floor is certainly full of magic between the demon seal formation and the vampire kingdom. So little magic detection passes, but somehow I can see that there is no more suspicious feeling around the edge of the open window, just inside.

Ishur slowly descended, resting again in the air, in the front of the window.

In the heart of darkness, there was a beautiful woman in blue and white.

Is the woman over twenty years old? He is shackled by his hands and feet, hands on top of the magic formation and slightly upper body, sitting still. You look like you're crawling around in the middle of something.

A long, white, shining hair wraps around the limbs of a half-naked woman with thin clothes and spreads around her.

Spirit?

"... This is... A princess imprisoned on a whispering tower, something like that."

Ishur glanced up at the ceiling and said with a thin grin.

It's not just the floor. The ceiling was also equipped with a magic formation engraved on a stone slab.

Double magic formation.

And sturdy armored doors with traps.

I'll give it to you. This is the top floor of the tower of Baltar, the god of desolation. There's no way the demonic beauty in front of you would be just a princess.

The woman had a fierce grin that did not suit that face (her toes) and had turned her gaze.

"Finally. I'm tired of waiting."

The voice of a young, swift woman. But the mouth is full, as if it were an old woman's.

Ishur glanced at him.

"What are you? Spirit?"

The woman's grin deepens.

"No, not human. That's why I was locked up in this demon seal, and the covenant spirits possessed the whole concubine to prevent me from getting sick or starving. It's been like this for a long time, so you can say you're totally in one place."

What do you mean? Can you do that?

"Hmm. That's awesome. In the enchantment?

I guess it's a magic seal junction, surrounded by cylindrical magic emanating from the upper and lower magic formations.

Maybe she looks blue and white in my eyes because she's in that magic.

And in this kingdom, normally, wizards can't use magic, and the spirits in general can't be cut off from magic and stay in this world for long.

"Oh, my God, that power, that's not so bad. Have a powerful magic device in you. No way......"

Even in the demonic seal formation, the woman can feel this magic.

She narrows her eyes and stares.

Even though it does look beautiful, I can't feel the softness of its expression commensurate with its age. of those who have lived for a long time, the vividness of the unrelenting interior is manifested.

"Are you the heir to that Yveda sword? The royal castle has become noisy these days. It was also felt that unprecedented magic of the mighty wind had been used nearby. Even if we are confined to this enclosed prison, it has been clearly conveyed..."

The woman's eyes opened as if they were still this, and a despicable grin appeared on her face.

"I thought so, but my concubine had a chance to meet me once in a thousand."

"How can your spirit stay here and help you? Special Great Spirit or something."

"The other way around. My concubine is giving Inifer magic. Instead, Inifer integrates with the concubine's flesh so that she can live without half-physifying and eating."

Inifel would be the name of this woman's covenant spirit. The way it looks, it must belong to that spirit, too.

If this magic appliance is the same as mine...

"Can't your magic apparatus cut off magic even in the enchanted world?"

"Bye. Fine, though. The wizard of the concubine," The water of Fiore ", is directly linked and integrated with the heart of the concubine."

"Fiore's watermelon," he said!?

Aquarius is a symbol of the god of water. The statue of Fiore in the temple often poses with the bottom of the water hoisted over his shoulder, leaning his mouth slightly down and trying to shed water.

Wind is sword, fire is cup, earth is wand...... Then this woman's magic equipment is no way......

"No, no. My concubine's magic is not the magic of God. Not so much. At best, it's about a piece of junk. If you had a real water magic kit in the first place, you'd just break out of a prison like this."

I see. If you ask me, yes.

"You, your magic equipment is integrated with your heart, something like that. Is it like the sun god's necklace?"

"No. The Lord God's necklace is not only indirectly linked through the heart's heart and magic. Because the magic equipment of the concubine is completely integrated."

The woman pulled up the edge of her lips with a smile on her face.

"If the concubine dies, the concubine's magic equipment will break and disappear."

"Right."

I can put my strength into Ishur's eyes.

"That's why you're locked away in this tower of the desolate god without being killed."

The Holy King's family wants this woman's magic equipment. If you listen to me, this woman's magic equipment is quite a substitute. I guess it's a shame to kill and be lost.

While this woman was alive, I guess she was trying to find a way to successfully separate the "Fiore's Watermelon”.

"You, how long have you been locked up in this cell?

"I don't know. It's been too long. I don't know. I want to hear more about it."

A woman pulls her jaw and glances at Ishl with her stifling eyes.

"Is Madeleine Ballord still alive?

Madern Ballord? … its name is the name of the head of the court magic guide of the House of the Holy King. He is an old man who followed many demon guides and the Second Knights of the Diocese, who descended from the mountains of Krembel and was relative in that meadow of street muscle.

"You mean the head of the court magic guide of the Holy King's house?

Ishur questioned the woman. There's a cold grin on that face.

"Ooh!! Right."

In contrast, a warm smile appeared on the woman's face. The woman trembled all over her body and her beautiful, spreading hair swayed.

"My concubine used to be embedded in him. So now it's like this."

The woman stared at Ishur with her eyes demonically narrowed.

"Until then, the concubine was head of the court of the Holy King's house."

"Hehe..."

Ishur laughs out in a small voice.

"hahaha"

The woman was mad, her eyes opened and she laughed out.

Ishur and the captive female demon guide, both laughed individually as they stared at each other.

"... kufu"

The woman said she would turn off the laughter.

"The name of the concubine is Droit Sherard, what was his name?

"My name is Ishr."

"Hmm. Belsch family guy?

……

Ishur nodded silently.

"I don't know why you're in the Holy Kingdom... It's going to help my concubine."

"Oh, right. Breaking this magic formation is easy. There is no other love. Madeleine Ballord is still alive. Looking good."

"Then...! Or do you need something in return?"

Out of the magic formations that emit blue magic, Droit cried out to Ishur so that he could eat it.

"I don't need it in return. In short, you want revenge on Madeleine Ballord?

"Bye. My concubine can't live that long anymore. Think of his neck as a souvenir of the underworld."

Droit smiled small and said quietly, but in a low voice.

"Use all remaining power of the concubine to destroy the concubine, even in the name of her life."

"I see. That's a pretty good thing."

"The cause of him and his concubine, you want to hear it"

"No..."

Ishur looked back.

There is still dark rain fog in the dark.

I didn't hear as much trap as I had just heard in the magic of the early sight, but the sound of the explosion, the blazing noise of the flames, should have sounded around. If there were a sleepless guard or magician near the castle, you'd notice it in this fog. I still don't feel any suspicious signs, but if I do, maybe it's time for some movement.

I can't take much time.

It would be the cause of Droit Sherard and Madern Ballord, an old succession to the throne anyway, or some factional feud. Nothing. I don't have to ask. The fall of the former Bersch family was also caused by the then Royal Ladis sight dispute. The current struggle with the Kings also involves succession to the throne. It's rolling everywhere, a feud repeated over and over.

Oh, but......

"Do you remember the name Dana Rubinoni?

She hated Madern Ballord quite a bit. When this woman was the head of the magician, she wouldn't even have been born...... but you might find out why.

"... oh, the Rubinoni family"

Droit nodded loudly at Ishur's sudden question, remembering something for a moment.

"The disciple of the concubine hath a man of his house. Good boy.... I miss you."

"Right."

Ishur narrowed his eyes slightly to Droit, who looked like he was looking far away.

Maybe the reason Dana doesn't like Madern Ballord has something to do with it around there.

If one of Dana's parents, grandparents, or disciples had deep respect for Droit as a teacher, it could well be that Dana would hate and despise Madeleine Barlow if they were in a good relationship.

... and this mouthful. Can I say this old lady, this one didn't seem to be such a bad person at first. I also feel somewhat familiar with being followed by that magic leader.

It's pretty obnoxious now, though I've become horrible.

"So it's time for you to break this line."

Droit turns a blatant glance at Ishur.

"No. Not now."

Ishur said short, cold away.

"It's a bad time now. Will you wait a while?"

This monstrous woman, like she's no longer human, the Droit can be used as a restraint, a stir against the Kings.

Release this woman, yes, the day before or a few days before the rite of the Holy Crown. Or when Bionato moves to the assassination of Prince Luffraid, if that time of year is known in advance, you can unleash it accordingly.

"But when the time comes, I'll let you go. I promise."

"When will that be? How long do you have to wait for the concubine?"

Droit said unexpectedly, looking a little crying.

Hey, that's kind of pathetic.

"A little bit of a moon, I guess."

"Hmm, that's not a long time for a concubine anymore. I don't want anything in return, so let's put up with it now. The concubine is in a position to ask."

"I'm sorry. Grandma."

You look like an old beauty. It feels weird to call me Grandma, etc.

"By the way, I think I broke through this iron door, and I wonder if the people in the castle can crack it."

Ishur looks back again for a moment.

Just over two months, that's quite a long time. I have no anxiety, I cannot say very much.

"Looks like the magic of fire just blew up, but there's a deep mist standing outside what I saw. There is no building on the side of the tower of the desolate god where the men of the castle reside, and the problem is quite good. Besides, let's forget about the concubine. Keep that armor shut and no one will notice."

Droit said with a slight silence.

Hmm. You look a little lonely, Grandma.

Ishur also clouded his face a little.

"See you later."

But that was a little different. Droit was more of a jerk.

"If I lock up my concubine, I'll go to this castle with someone who can do more than that."

Droit pulled up the edge of his lips, his eyes glistening again and grinning.

I wonder about that. If you destroy the entire top of this tower at once, you can easily bury this old lady imprisoned in the junction.

... No. Destroying the top of the tower means that this demonic seal junction will also be broken at that moment. This old lady has lost half her entity and is close to the Spirit. The moment the demonic seal's junction is broken, it may slip through the falling debris and escape without any damage.

Droit has the magic of a special water system, whose flesh is half-spirited.

She's strong. Even Madeleine Ballord and multiple Magic Instructor opponents will be fully rampaged.

Ishur grinned and let him snort slowly and firmly toward Droit.

"Okay. When the time comes, I'll let you live up to your expectations."

Ishur then closed the iron door and rewound the chain like that in his grip, leaving the tower of the desolate god.

I must now thank Adeliane and ask her to stop using the magic of water.

But I was lucky today. I could get a user-friendly note.

Ishur smiled alone as he flew slowly through the night sky.

In the darkness of foggy rain, on his way west through the royal castle, he passed beside an even deeper, blacker shadow that seemed to be the tower of the Moon God.

There was only one small light point in the shadow, floating and visible.

Is that the magic furniture store light that Mira said is on the Moon God tower?

Or would it be the office of Madern Ballord, which would soon be buried in Droit?

For a moment, I felt the crystals of polygonal light cross my sight and blink.

Ishur narrowed his eyes to strong sunlight and looked up at the sky.

The clouds also tease the sparse blue sky like Bellin and Serio rubbing their cones on a magic wand, twirling around and drawing beautiful curves and descending.

He swirls and rises and descends repeatedly to take the back of his opponent, crumbling, if you say so, the wizard version of the dogfight.

During the day, a few days after meeting a beautiful and creepy wizard imprisoned in the royal castle tower, the place is the courtyard the Duke of Dielard residence.

"Well. That's kind of awesome."

"Right. I think we've both improved a lot."

I hear Mira and Dana talking from behind.

Last night, the light rain that came out of the middle of the night stopped early, at dawn, and by the time the sun rose, it had become a perfectly clear blue sky.

And shortly after breakfast, the late sunny weather or the running sound of the carriage also happened, and Bellin and Serio were escorted by Dana from the Earl of Rubinoni's house, pushing her to the Duke's residence.

Ishl initially taught the two of them basic air wartime manoeuvres, such as vertical swirling, inverted steep descent, and inmelman turns, but Belin and Serio gradually lost their composure and twitched, leaving Ishl outside the mansion to go up into the sky and teach him on the ground, and the tokens crept.

Ishur had no choice but to go up in the sky with the Bellins and teach them hard on the ground, suggesting that they both take behind their opponents and win the game if they chase them around for a certain amount of time.

"You can't use attack magic on the Duke's mansion grounds. It is also forbidden to use contract spirits. It's just a little bit of a live game, simply competing for two aerial manoeuvres. What do you say we try?

Bellin has a wind covenant Spirit, but Celio doesn't seem to have a covenant with the Spirit yet. But Serio can also use fire magic.

"Do it!"

"Me too!

The two of them have been joyful and brave in Ishur's suggestion.

"Then we both go up to a mile long (scar, less than 700 m) height first --"

Ishur and I were both instructed to take a distance of a hundred long steps (skull, about seventy meters) in the air and fly horizontally towards their opponents, and start an "aerial battle” when approached in moderation, and furthermore, to stop the "aerial battle” there because it would be dangerous if the altitude dropped below the hundred long steps, that it would never be outside the grounds of the Duke's residence, and so on, and then we watched the Bellins mock aerial battle with Mira and Dana.

"... but this is an air war by magic. It's not like that on a plane."

Ishur muttered slightly about the battle between Bellin and Celio —— no, not to be heard by the Miras as they watched the play.

They'll be able to stand still in the air, and then they won't stall. Taking the back of the enemy would also be effective in the battle of the wizard of the wind flying in the sky, but unlike the aeroplane aeroplane aeroplane aeroplane warfare that lasted from the time of World War I in previous life to modern times, it is not enough to be an absolute advantage.

But this practice will also be sufficient and helpful to improve avoidance when attacked by enemies.

"You know everything about Mr. Ishur. You two are definitely making progress with flying magic."

Dana calls from behind.

"No..."

"That's right, Ishr!

When Ishur turns around, Mira also tells him to scream about losing and finally stops by Ishur.

... Hmm.

Ishur looked at Mira's smiling face and turned her gaze slightly to Dana.

Speaking of which, right now, there's only Mira around me and Dana. Ask Dana about the prisoner of the tower of the desolate god, Droit Sherard. It's an opportunity for you, and you can know her relationship with Droit and Madeleine Barlow, head of the court demon guide.

"No, no, no."

Ishur looked around Mira and Dana's face as she grinned bitterly.

"By the way, I need to ask you two something."

And I said, lurking my voice a little.

"Do you both know the name Droit Sherard?

Mira's reaction was thin, but Dana got a slight look.

"... you must have been the leader of the previous magic guide."

He was my grandfather's master.

"Grandfather?"

"Dana's paternal grandfather was the first Earl of Rubinoni. My maternal grandfather will be the Duke of Briones, the Foreign Secretary."

Mira explained to Ishur, who raised a suspicious voice.

"I see."

The daughter of the Duke of Briones of the Fifth Duke will be married to the Earl of Rubinoni, and her daughter will be Dana.

"Sherard, my grandfather's master, was embedded in Madeleine Ballord."

Dana also lurked her voice and explained to me what was going on at the time.

Elberto, the brother of Bionato, the predecessor king, died young in his twenties, but there were suspicions about his death, which later raised suspicions that he had been poisoned. And as a result of an investigation by the Secretary of the Interior, suspicion was raised against Droit Sherard, who was then the head of the Magic Instructor. Her office said she found a special poison that didn't respond to the poisonous magic equipment used to assassinate Elberto.

Naturally, not many wizards are familiar with drugs, poisons, etc. A special poison, if that means something, might have been enchanted. Regardless of whether that is the head of the Magic Instructor, it is by no means strange that the Court Magic Instructor is first and foremost questioned.

"Master Sherard turned away from the fact that his predecessor, His Majesty, had pushed Madern Ballord to head the next magician. Then it was rumored at the time that the relationship between you and Sherard, who feared their own loss of legs..."

Dana's face is looming right in front of Ishur. Right next to it is Mira, too.

The three of them had begun to whisper with their heads together, just like the Bellins' flying magic tricks.

"But the truth is that Bionato, who was in the cathedral at the time, and Madeleine, who was a master of court magic, weighed him down and left Erberto and Sherard, who were in each other's way ——"

"I see."

Though Droit Sherard is not dead yet.

"My grandfather hated Madern Ballord so much in his life. Now I think my grandfather not only respected Sherard as a master of the magician, but also as a single woman..."

"Well."

Mira gives an exclamation.

"That was my first ear."

Hmm. The court of a country is really still this, a repetition of conspiracy, conspiracy, The closer you get to the heart of the royal family, the more likely you are to be involved in that conspiracy.

But you bionato. Have you been using poison since then? Stupid one.

Isn't it possible for anyone to understand that there is no such thing as a throne gained from repeated assassinations, that there can be nothing at all to do until the end?

"So, Mr. Ischl"

Dana suddenly turned her sharp gaze to Ishl.

"Where did you learn the name of Droit Sherard?

And shit!

Ishl's gonna have a little face.

"No,... it"

"Oh..."

Mira's more sympathy for the pursuit from Dana, which is about to begin, than the same suspicion as Dana's, comes with a complicated gaze.

Dana looked at Mira's face like that and softened her expression a little.

... Does Mira and Dana still not know that Droit Sherard is still alive, being shut in the tower of the desolate god?

Hmm?

Ishur looked up.

And he stepped back from Mira and Dana, and glanced at the west side of the courtyard, towards the canal.

Alone.

The person slowly walks from the west side of the mansion towards the Ishurs.

……

Mira and Dana also noticed a little late, dropping their hips on the spot away from Ishur, putting their right hand against their chest and dripping their heads (like this).

"Hey, Dana to Mira. They're both as beautiful today as ever."

Light tenor echoes around.

"It's been a long time since I've seen sunshine today and it's a very refreshing blue sky. There is nothing more worthy of your sober beauty than this Ethereum."

Ha. It's kind of awesome.

"Right? Mr. Ishr. Don't you think so?"

The voice suddenly spoke to Ishl.

"And they run through the blue sky, too."

Salomon's clear face glistens in the sun.

Its watery eyes reflected a small trajectory of Bellin and Serio fighting overhead.

"My lord, this time I worship and serve your honor..."

I'm probably not used to it, rather than this kind of thing originally.

Belin and Celio are kneeling before Salomon, and Celio describes his blurred mouth.

"Oh, fine. Why don't you show me your faces better than that?"

Salomon said with a gentle grin as he let Bellin and Serio stand.

"Your fighting skills are amazing. [M] I envy you wind wizards for flying so beautifully through the sky. [M]... Really? Bellin. and serio."

When Salomon looked at Serio, he narrowed his sliced eyes slightly.

Salomon uttered Celio's name. Mira next to Ishl gets nervous. But the person who became even more just leaked a hot exhale.

No, Mr. Dana. Not if you're sighing at the prince of beauty...

"Are you the magician who attacked me from the sky before at the gate of the Duke's residence?"

Salomon grins thinly.

Serio stiffened it. That's just what Dana tells me about her nervousness. Bellin is also forcing her face.

……

Dana on Mira, and Bellin. As soon as all the women on this occasion tried to move to appeal to Salomon for Celio's pardon, Ishur took a silent step and stepped forward.

Slightly loosens his expression and stares into Salomon's eyes.

I kind of know what you're thinking.

A trail engraved in the blue sky of Bellin and Serio, which was in its eyes.

Salomon told me to come down and tell them to laugh even then.

He wants to talk to them straight away.

That wasn't supposed to be an attempt to reprimand Serio.

Salomon grinned deeper as he glanced sideways at Ishur, continuing to Serio.

"I will do what you never did to me. It would have only been used by my father's followers."

In that grin of Salomon was slightly murderous.

"That change, you serve me from this day forward. Belin, you're right."

……

I can feel relief breathing from Mira and Dana sitting behind me.

Serio gripped the magic wand in his hand hard and shook his whole body fine.

"Ha ha."

A quick kneeling belline raised a masculine voice, pulling the hem of Celio's robe to her knees.

"Oh, thank you. I swear to you, my lord..."

I'm not sure you're crying, but Celio's way of saying it won't last.

"… good"

When Salomon blocked Serio, he turned to Mira and Dana.

"These people were taking care of Dana, weren't they?

"Yes, Mr. Salomon."

Dana has further clarified that elegant face, making a voice that she has never heard before, that goes away.

Is this the power of Salomon?

"Can I have it?

"Yes. As Your Highness wills."

Even if you get it...

"Um. Well, Mila Dielard. This will increase your presence in your mansion again..."

"It's not your concern. I will make arrangements as soon as possible."

"Mm-hmm. Nice to meet you. I will tell you, my brother, from my side."

Salomon nodded in a good mood, letting them both smile.

... Serio, no, Bellin was also formerly on the king's side. They wore Salomon's glasses.

It has a purpose. I guess Salomon allowed Serio because he decided so.

The Wizard of the Wind, who can fly so skillfully, is rare. Can they cross each other, even in the air, with the Spirit of the Wind?

"Serio, Belin. You will now be residing at the Duke of Dielard's residence, and I will be forthright. Now there are fewer court magicians serving in the royal castle."

Salomon turned his gaze toward me from Belin and Serio, who knelt in awe, and said, distorting the edge of his lips.

"Some of them return to their own territory wondering if the royal family will be in turmoil."

Salomon turned to Bellin and Serio as soon as he said so.

What? What's that meaningful gaze?

"I shall have the kingdom. You will not be afraid to help me."

That's what Salomon says, and I'll look at this one again.

This one... Is that what you're telling me?

If you have trouble, raise your troops to the Holy City and say you can hold the throne even if you start a civil unrest.

When Bellin and Serio drooped their heads (Kobe), Salomon nodded one to Eagle Deep, and saw Mira and the others.

"Well, then Mira and Dana. Will you take these children and take them out of your seats for once?"

Salomon smiles at me.

Its beauty gleams with dazzle.

I want to talk to you alone, Ishr.

……

Ishur grabbed the fist of his right hand silently.

What does Salomon want to talk to me about? Some, I have an approximate idea.

A meaningful gaze at me just now. So is that one.

"You taught those kids brilliant flying magic, didn't you?

Salomon said as he saw the Miras going through the courtyard and into the mansion.

"What else, huh? You're a genius."

Salomon is approaching right in front of Ishur.

When I left in front of Ishur, Mira turned an uneasy face. Besides, Ishur made me smile. When Salomon said he wanted to talk to Ishul alone, Ishul raised one hand to control Mira, who tried to say something to Salomon.

Ishur wandered his gaze behind Salomon to the quarters of the Duke's servants lined up ahead of him across the grass in the courtyard, and to the cavaliers' barracks, behind which he put his head and ran north and south to the walls of the canal.

There must be people lurking somewhere to escort Salomon, but there are signs of many other people on the property who cannot identify their presence.

Surely, there must be someone somewhere who will protect Salomon. But Salomon concealed them, and appeared before us alone, unaccompanied.

I really didn't care about Belin and Celio -- is that too much to say?

Salomon's only purpose was to talk to me from the start. He wanted to tell me something.

Time has passed and the sun is now about to reach Jomtien. Heavy summer sunshine burns his entire body and descends to tear it apart.

This pain is never solely due to the sun. Salomon's pressed temper to kill was rather, even murderous.

"The sun is getting stronger. Your Highness, would you like to move under that tree and talk?"

And Ishur lifted up one hand, and gave it to the back of the courtyard, and said, Behold, the temper of Salomon, which was felt like slaughter.

……

Salomon nodded silently for a moment as he smiled cold.

... I see, not bad.

Ishur turned back later as he breathed out small, facing Salomon.

Moving beneath the tree, amidst the light and shadow spots of a leaking tree, even in some ways the harsh temper of Salomon feels relieved.

Salomon was enjoying the view of the courtyard with his face to the side, it looked like.

A smile appears on its face and is directed at Ishl.

"Didn't even Ulturo lie down before your wisdom?"

Salomon deepens his grin.

"I hear you spoke to the Chief Cleric in person, Ishr."

Ji Ji? There's no way I have that.

"Hehe. You don't have to look so scared. Please accept my word as it is. I don't mean to."

Salomon quickly purchased information that I met with Ulturo on my own.

"... what can't you tell me?

"Yes."

Answer short Ishl. Salomon's grin deepens.

"Liberio Adani, Desio Buniel, Pierre Bahar...... I can't get my hands on them. And of course Ulturo."

The grin does not go away, and Salomon puts his strength into his eyes.

"And what about Mila Dielard?"

"Hehe."

Ishur snuck his voice and laughed small.

The tree rises.

The branches swayed in the wind and the leaking day swayed.

The killing vanished from Salomon's grin, and he tilted his neck slightly to the side. Its eyes wander around.

"It's so horrible...... Bionato probably feels this way right now"

And Salomon called his father only by his name.

Salomon glanced right back at Ishur, softening his delicate fingertips to his own jaw tip.

"Because of you, things have become better for me. The high priests were scared and fell down on you. But things are moving in the right direction, and it looks like they're heading towards that fruit, despair. To me."

Salomon turned his neck and glanced around, this time with a slightly sad grin.

"... there is also light and shadow in my heart, as everyone is in this leaky day of wood. And like this leaky day, there are times when you retreat from the strong light that burns your heart, and the shadows bring serenity."

Salomon crossed Ishur over the lid and laid his hand on the trunk of a tree standing in front of him.

"It's a pleasant, cold, dry touch..."

Salomon, though abruptly, put his nails up against the trunk of the tree.

"This stuff, the leaking day, nothing, is any consolation to me now. My heart is now mixed and swirling with light and shadow."

Salomon takes his hand off the trunk of the tree and comes towards Ishur.

"Say it! Ishl. Do you know where my father is? Where are you!

And Salomon reached out to Ishul, and hesitated to grab his neck, and covered his cheeks with his hands. And softly, thanks to love, why?

……

Ishur only narrows his eyes and smiles slightly.

Salomon, you know what I mean. No one can find out where the king is.

How many people are there in this capital (Miyako)? He can be transformed into anyone of his people if he wants to.

Even if we try to narrow down the surveillance (well) to the Secretary of the Interior, over a long period of time, it will also take twenty-four hours, if we do not fully grasp it, we will not be able to reach the source of Bionato.

The rite of the crown is less than two months away. Finding him is hard work.

"Then when and where will you kill that man?"

Salomon says without power.

"More than a crack of red jade stone crossed that man, it's impossible to fit in with a crowning ceremony"

Salomon's face approaches.

That can't be resisted by a man, it's such a beauty.

"In the bid (Iwafu), Kaeba will take his place. He's not coming out.... No, wait. No way..."

Salomon's eyes are opened. insanely.

Ishur distorted his lips.

"What do you think I met Ulturo for?"

At close distances, the gaze of Ishur and Salomon collides.

I don't know where. I don't know if I'm a shadow fighter trying to show up in public or if it's real. But this is all the real stuff has to come out.

Bionato himself must do it.

"Oh well. Ishur, you, the righteous, with the liturgy of the Holy Crown, take the Father..."

Salomon lowered his face and eventually dropped it directly below.

One scene is dark.

"So..."

Salomon is away from Ishur, facing aside.

The face was blue.

"No, before that"

Salomon turns his face to Ishur.

It's a sharp gaze I've barely seen before.

"You won't be able to use magic in the Holy Crown Rite. Or can you use it if you have the magic of the wind god?"

"No. I don't think you'll be able to use my magic equipment either."

If Salomon thinks so, if he only has that much knowledge, you can leave it there...

Dare Ishur answer Salomon's question.

"Then you mean to fight just before the beginning of the ritual of the Holy Crown? If the ornament of the Sun God is in the hands of the Father, between the Lord God will be the Father's reign. Until the ritual begins, the Sun God's neckline will be in the hands of the Chief Cleric."

"I think that's a powerful measure too."

"That too, you say? Ho, do you think there are other measures? That's...!

……

Ishur erased his expression and stared silently into Salomon's eyes.

Now a breeze crosses the courtyard behind Salomon, from south to north.

Further afield, I could hear the sound of grasshoppers roaring.

"... right"

Salomon's eyes narrow for a moment, gradually losing strength.

"Terrible killing."

The prince of beauty shrugged, just groaned.

The usual, slightly sarcastic grin spills over its surface.

"I don't expect the real thing to even come out of the Holy Crown Rite. Do you know what the conditions are for the inheritance of the Sun God's necklace?

"... more or less"

I hear about the ritual of the Holy Crown. One is that among the Lord God, perhaps with the Sun God's seat activated, the person in charge will hold the Sun God's neck ornament, and the fuzz will cast a spell of takeover, supposedly known only to the general cleric and three of his auxiliary high priests, the head of the temple of the Moon God. I mean......

"The Chief Cleric is not a hereditary. So there are no conditions by blood. The Chief Cleric is chosen by the bid of the Grand Cleric of the Holy City. There is no will of the gods there. In other words, anyone recognized by the Cathedral Church can become the Chief Cleric, inheriting the Sun God's necklace."

Salomon grinned sarcastically and glanced at Ishur.

"That is why it is not necessary for my father to attend the liturgy of the Holy Crown. I don't care if you're a fake."

Ishur also found Salomon with ironically colored eyes.

The two had the same look on each other, as if staring into a mirror, relative.

"I don't mind, still. For the diocesan Church, no, for all those in the Holy Kingdom, for all the faithful of the continent, those who have become new chief priests in the liturgy of the Holy Crown, no matter what the person in question is a phony, it does not change that it is a bionat. If you kill him with a crown ritual, Bionato will be dead by then."

Ishur distorted her lips there in a half-moon shape, with a gruesome grin.

"You know that, don't you, Your Highness? It doesn't matter anymore whether the real thing lives or dies. Whether the real one comes out later or raises soldiers somewhere, it doesn't matter"

Whatever the reason, even if he is a former king, if he sets up a false man in the liturgy of the Holy Crown, he will no longer be allowed to live where the power of the diocesan Church extends at all. Only in the presence of those who decide to contend with the Church can they live. I don't know who the Church is or who it is to contend with.

That's the only way to escape even to the Bermula continent.

Or we can only abandon the status of the former king, stop being a family of the Holy King's family, and live as someone else in the name of a different name.

"... Hmm. If that's what you know."

Salomon slowed his gaze and nodded.

Have they tried it yet?

However, if he were to escape with another red jade stone and a restraining book, it would certainly be a bit of a hassle.

"In fact, there can be no escape from the ritual of the Holy Crown. 'Cause that's the dream that the guy's had since he was a boy, that he'll never get past to achieve his ambitions."

Salomon has said, looking up at his jaw and looking down at Ishur.

"So Ishr, sir. If you have the means to defeat the Father, he will also seek to defeat you with the Rite of the Crown, the best place to fight more than you and each other, where all magic will be sealed. The man will still bring a crack of red jade stone and the forbidden book he stole from the cathedral."

Salomon's sight is the same as what Sybil Bake put in his mouth the other day. If Bionato triumphed over me, he would take the red jade stone assimilated to my left hand on the spot, hold the two red jade stones together, and try to see if he could manifest himself the wand of the god of the earth. Even in the unlikely event, that's what he has to do.

"... so there's one thing I'd like you to do for me"

Salomon turned straight to Ishur and said with a gleaming look.

Back to his usual, spare waist. The upset I just showed is now completely lurking in the shadows as well.

"If possible, do not destroy the Holy Shield of Irbez. It can't be as difficult for you as it is for you."

No...... What about that? I can't tell you how much room I can afford that.

"Well, if it's anything else lost, that's fine. Without that one, it does scratch the kingdom. But sooner or later, I believe that the Rite of the Sun God will appear again."

Surely the holy shield of Irbez appeared at the time of the first king, whether it was Jerez the Lord God or Irbez the Martial God, and there must have been an inheritance that it was given to him.

Not for sure, but I guess that's what magic equipment like that is, even if it's lost from the world, it shows up in the world right away again. Around there, when Urk was born into the Bersch family, said to have been a priest of the wind, there is a little resemblance to the fact that the magic fixture of the wind was brought. Especially not on the tabular stage of history but just not on the record, the witch of the woods, even before Lehne, there may have been those who obtained the magic of the wind in the Bersch family.

……

Become...

And again, there was Salomon's face right in front of him, while Ishul was full of thought.

White, fine skin like a woman. Clearly shining watery eyes in the long slit eyes. Long eyelashes. A narrow, flowing curved nose beam...... But that face is sinking in sorrow.

"Thanks to you, the righteous have gained momentum, and I, an ally, have become much easier to do. If you remain so, you will prevail over the Father in the rite of the Holy Crown, and I will attain kingship."

Each of Salomon's hands rests on Ishul's left and right shoulders.

"I am a greedy and arrogant man. Every day I dislike myself like that. But I can't just give up on this. This always disturbs my heart day and night. I want you to do something else that is very important to me. [M] I want you to help me. No... it's not me"

Salomon's face sinks down.

That this man just messed up......

"Will you please help my brother, Luffraid, with your help? Please, Mr. Ishr. Sorry, but please..."

Salomon's shoulder shaking with his face down.

His hands are shaking holding my shoulders.

"I am a greedy and arrogant man. I can't give the throne to Luffraid. Then I don't want to lose my brother. You can't have Luffraid killed. I am."

Salomon's eyes shine in tears, shaking.

"I still love my brother."