Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

Who are you?

What are you?

"Leni......"

Ishur muttered in a small voice that she could not even hear.

There is no fear.

It's all right now.

You...

But Ishur couldn't listen.

……

warmth coming from her hands.

Why do you look like that?

I couldn't ask or say anything.

Because I saw her smile.

That was already a mourning to me.

My mother's smile. Father's smile. A smile full of Lucell's joy. Farro's smiling face and nodding slowly......

It wasn't for acquaintances, friends, or lovers, it was like flesh parents', a smile I had once seen in my hometown.

Ishur was just silent and had no choice but to stare into Leni's face without force.

"I'm leaving today. Leni."

Ishur, to say so little, turned himself over and walked away from the garden tip of the mansion.

"Ishur!"

At that time, Leni called out from behind as Ishur began to turn his back and walk.

"See you later! Ishl."

A bright voice full of energy. Looking back, Leni remains the same smile.

She has said something unexpected and teasing again.

"Ishur would be nothing. It's all true when the wind blows and the wind blows.

"As always, the Secretary of the Interior doesn't tail out"

Fred O'Hen has stretched his spine and put his arms together in front of his chest, making a difficult face.

"I don't even know where or when I'm switching with His Majesty. Hi, it looks like your contact is via the covenant spirits of the accompanying and escorting magicians. If they are to be replaced, they appear to be taking place in a special place, with the magic of enchantment and stray."

The flade stares sharply at Ishl.

Cantera lights rushed to the basement walls add awesome to the look on the old man's face.

"What else is suspicious is the backyard. It seems that the exchange between those other than the Secretary of the Interior and His Majesty takes place through a woman, a servant, who serves in the backhouse."

The servants of the rear palace are the maids who serve in the royal castle.

Some of the ladies and maids of the rear palace naturally also have negotiations with officials of the royal palace outside and with the city merchants.

"Naturally, your men are entering the rear palace, aren't they?

Ishur said in a low voice, with a slightly tired face.

"That's right...... The place is the place. That's the women's garden. It is an ambush temple where women's power and passion swirl. Intelligence gathering is our primary role, and monitoring and manipulation can't be done in our power. People don't. Girls (stomach) especially."

……

Ishur dropped his shoulder slightly and nodded silently.

Garden of women. Voldemort Temple. That was enough. Even Ishl has an approximate idea of how horrible it is.

"As a matter of fact, apart from the Secretary of the Interior and his associates, there is a servant of the Royal Palace and one suspicious man. I followed the clerics, merchants, and guild clerks that the person was meeting and they fell into a brilliant trap, killing about two people. It was a Kings trap. The opponent always moves and keeps the trap open. Getting close to His Majesty's side is not an easy task. If only we had at least a little more time. These kinds of jobs take years to work on."

"Oh."

Ishur took his gaze off the flade as he sighed, letting his face lie down.

Many of the nobles and officials now serving in the royal palace are kings or those close to them. It cannot be said that the rear palace is ruled by one king from the beginning. How many people would it take to include the royal palace, the rear palace, and the people of the city going in and out of there? That's what the opponent can do, whatever he wants to do, whatever he wants to do.

It should still be considered impossible to locate Bionato.

"Well, this one's following his whereabouts, and it's necessary to put pressure on him. I'm sorry, but you have to keep doing that."

"Uhm. I know"

Frade answered with a stubborn face as Ishur raised his face.

"So now I'm planning on setting them up a little bit with Mr. Sybil's proposal."

Ishur told Frade about the sabotage work that collapsed or dimensioned everything he could grasp in an underground passage strewn over the royal castle and bound some of his court demon mentors and knighthood soldiers to restoration work for about a month.

"Hmm..."

Frade grinned lightly.

"We're going to adjust the restoration period to be covered by the church bidding time."

"It's"

A grin disappears on Frade's face and the colour of the tension appears.

"So do we, but Salomon really wants to help Luffraid.... I think it's going to be a big time then."

Now Ishur said with a thin grin.

"Hmm. I see."

"Please help me destroy the Imperial Castle. I can also get in touch with Mr. Sybil. … of course, I will let you know as soon as I have the details."

"Okay. Sounds interesting."

Another sarcastic grin spread on Frade's face.

"But the majority of underground corridors are not emergency contact routes known to many. Is your lord saying" repair ”a little misworded? A real“ secret underground passage ”with few people to know will just be buried back as it was when your lord crushed it. The“ real ”are a very small group of people who will be built over time on new paths."

Ishur nodded silently. I know that. Anyway, something highly secret would hardly be revealable even if Sybil looked into it.

"You think Sybil's proposal doesn't make much sense?

"No, that's not true. As your lord knows, the land is covered with solid rocks from the royal castle to the city of the Holy City. Digging new underground corridors is limited, and construction is difficult. Thus, we can detain powerful earthly magicians for a long time."

"I'm not just going to crash the underground. I intend to create cracks and partially collapse all around the earth and around the rock formations."

If you're lucky, you'll also be able to do some damage to the underground corridors that only the kings and magicians of history know about.

"Hehe. That's horrible..."

Frade snuck a shadow in his face and pulled a grin.

"But not so much. If you do too much and the royal palace or castle tower tilts, you can't even see it."

"I know."

Ishur replied without showing any emotion, extraordinarily.

Then Frade has said that there are also several underground passages used by the chief executives in the Tsim Crystal Cathedral, and he wants them to stop destroying them.

"Is there anything connected to the White Road Palace in that passage?

I clearly answered Ishl's question with "no" flade.

"I think it's about you, Luffraid."

"... if you don't want to break the underground passage of the Tsim Crystal Cathedral, then you have to know where and how."

Ishur dashed the question of Frade and said with a slightly less mean face.

"Mmm."

As soon as Frade stiffened himself for a moment, he blurred his shoulders and sighed.

"Hehe."

Ishur lowered his voice and laughed, slightly lowering his face.

It's good that I told Frade that I could also hear that it would do a little good...

This sabotage also informed the Purple Spike Crystal. A few days before it is executed, Salomon will also be informed, and will eventually be passed on to Decio and others in the Cathedral through Sybil.

If, on the day of the showdown, the enemy comes out to interfere. If it had leaked ahead of time to the other person, we would also be able to explore who betrayed them, who made mistakes. And even if the enemy understands, it doesn't mean anything to me to interfere. They just end up unilaterally damaged anyway.

Ishur narrowed down those involved and did not intend to prevent the plan from being leaked.

I don't always have allies on my side. The enemy may be wedged into the connection between the righteous.

It is now a situation in which the righteous are oppressing the Kings. There may be no one to betray. However, the situation may create alarm for your allies and give them a gap to enter.

The ploy creates a new ploy, that's what it would be.

Ishur looked up with that grin. Ahead was the face of the usual, grim glance.

Ishur was taken to a woodworker's house by a purple pointed crystal man with no face or name, just as he was once sent to the build, and went out on North Orbier Avenue, a painting of the pleasure district.

When Ishur broke up with the man, by the end of the street, he stayed for a while in the dark, unreachable lights of the store.

Ishur had dinner with Mira that day when he returned from the presence of Leni to the Duke's residence, and headed for a meeting with Fred O'Hen, the head of the purple spike crystal he had promised for a long time.

Mira was very worried that Ishur's complexion was not good, but she was told everything about the cause. Ishur kept briefly explaining to Mira that Leni taught her new magic, and she was a little tired of it.

Ishur stood in the dark, staring at the crowd of people crossing in front of him.

A series of small and large shadows that dimension the nightclub lights.

Over time it flowed like one day, becoming a repetition of inorganic changes in the movement of just light and shadow that shifted.

Since then, Ishur has had a slight threat in his body.

Leni......

Who the hell are you?

“The heavenly blade wind of the cathedral", grandson of Ventura Alejandro, the archdeacon of the wind, or an edger? Does that mean that it is such an uninterrupted knowledge, a being with vision?

The last word she ever called.

"While the wind is blowing, it is on the other side of the wind that is true"

That's certainly the word Dana used to say to Bellin.

I'm sure if you're a wind wizard, it's an adage for everyone to understand. However, from her guide book, which I am now reading, the description is not yet available.

Leni has said the same thing to Dana, the court magician of the wind.

But Leni has suspicions. She has considerable knowledge of my Wind Magic Fixtures, Wind God Treasure Fixtures. Isn't that something very unknown to a human wizard?

Nayarlushk once said he was coming to see me as a human being.

Isn't Leni the great spirit of the wind that turned into a human? Then you can teach me a business that I can't even call magic anymore.

Then what's the purpose of teaching me that? Is there any reason? Because I have the magic of the wind? Is it predetermined that the owner of the magic fixture of the wind should be taught at some point? Was the forest witch, Lene, taught the same thing?

Has Yveda commanded and the Great Spirit been sent?

For a moment, Leni's face, her appearance in my eyes.

……

Ishur opened his eyes and rang his throat.

The light and shadow that exercise the present, it becomes the shop light, returning to the figure of a drunk crossing the road.

Is Leni no way, Yveda herself is turning into an incarnation?

The clutter of the pleasure streets at night envelops Ishl.

People disturb Ishr's thoughts.

Ishur shook his neck sideways many times to resist it.

No, that's impossible, isn't it?

A godly thing that has ever represented itself before me. That's the moon god Lelia and the sun god Jerez.

Lelia has intervened and guided me in sometimes overtly trying to become me. By contrast, Jerez sometimes saved my life. No, it killed me.

What does Jerez want to do? Are you spying on me? No, aren't you taking advantage of the presence of me and sometimes putting it on Lelia's drawing muscles and observing my reactions and behavior? Does that god still want to explore something of mine and know something?

Let the Moon God do something that drives my destiny crazy, and the Lord God sees it (...) and (...) yes (...)...

The other gods must not clearly reveal themselves to them, who have appeared before me several times. Even though I have the magic equipment, Yveda, the wind god, never showed up before me at one time.

An old man who looks just like Oomeo, the god of the earth, I used to see on the street muscle heading to Ellistard. I'm not sure that was really Oomeo himself. That old man didn't seem to recognize my existence. Sure, there was an old man on that spot, but he felt uncomfortable at the same time, as if he was being shown playing some footage.

I wonder who Reni is.

Is she Yveda or the Great Spirit? Or can you even teach me that because you are just a human being, the edge of Ventura Alejandro, the archdeacon of the wind?

Is this menace that obsesses the bottom of my heart, after all, because I sincerely believe that Leni is not human?

... That's probably not true.

I am afraid that my wind magic is finally about to reach the realm of God, about to step out into the unknown.

Until now, even if I could feel that realm of God, the otherworlds and reach out, I could not feel all of it and go to the depths.

I don't know what will happen next.

When I have immersed myself in that realm, will I come back as a "person" again?

Events around you will eventually become vain again.

Ishur just stepped into a space of light and shadow dancing.

Do you think this is what it's like to be imprisoned by another world?

A smile appeared on Ishur's uncertain, blurred face.

Stay in the crowd and walk west through the pleasure streets. If this happens again, I'm sure the shadowworking people will lose sight of me and never get here with any professionals.

Hmm?

Ishur stopped and saw a narrow alley opening a dark mouth on the right.

Lost......

I find myself walking softly into the darkness at night with a completely different ambiguity.

With a slight intoxication, the city lights are pushed to the back, and instead the darkness around them rises.

It's the magic of stray.

Ishur broke right to be invited by its drifting magic and went into the back of the alley.

Sometimes one shadow crosses the black shadow of a stone pile of buildings that soars to the left and right, a small quadriplegic, and an intersecting back road. All the shadows move forward and pass as they are without anything.

Nobody notices. Right behind it, in the presence of a strange outdoor shop that glows and glows in the dark.

Ishur passed Shitsuji and walked straight to the outhouse. The hustle and bustle of the city that I've always felt behind my back interrupts and disappears.

Underneath the small tent, which was supported by wooden columns on both sides and spread with a rope handed over, sits a wooden desk cluttered with tiny jaws, small boxes of cloth, hand mirrors, necklaces, rolls of paper, etc., and an old woman of that time behind it.

Thin lips on hook nose, lean cheeks. That doesn't change. But the big blue eyes are both firm, looking at Ishur's face.

"I see. Are you really that old lady's twin sister?"

"My sister told me about the boy."

The old woman is wearing a black robe. The look looked like the wizard himself.

"Welcome to my magic shop"

The old woman laughed creepily then "hihihihihi". It was such a laugh, a suspicious being lurking in the darkness and appearing with a lost junction, everyone imagines that such a person laughs in this way.

"What do you say? Is there anything I want? Boy, it's time to get into a lot of things."

Boy, hey......

"No, you don't. This one has no money, and there's nothing I can offer instead."

"Really?

The slack of lantern lights hung on the wooden columns carves the old woman's wrinkle-covered face black and deep, changing the place.

"Boy, you've got more belongings than you used to have."

But that distorted grin doesn't change.

"What do you say? Here's a wind ring."

And the old woman took the silver ring, which was nothing, out of her nostalgia, and put the trinkets lined up on her desk aside.

A swelling wind is the magic of acceleration. On an old wooden plank is placed one engraved ring with an entanglement of twigs.

Ishur glanced at the ring for a moment and immediately turned to the old woman.

"I don't need it."

Of course not. But now you shouldn't be dealing with any deals. This old woman's shop has a contract and partnership with the Guild of Magic Instructors of the Holy City, just like her sister's Frontera's.

As a merchant, even basically neutral, it is forbidden to be cautious against this old woman because the union of magician leaders of the royal castle will be under the strong influence of the Kings.

"There are a lot of quotations at this time. Not enough product. In a little while, there 'll be a lot of big guys out there."

When the old woman said that, she laughed again.

In a few moments, there will be a lot of big men out there, which means that if the kingdom changes, it will fall and there will be a significant number of newly formed aristocrats. Some of the fallen aristocrats come out to let go of the magic of the family heirloom.

"The poisonous ring that Boy has and the magic on his neck, right?

Ishur turned a thin grin on the old woman. And narrow your eyes.

The head of the neckline is placed under the shirt. All you can see from the old lady is a decorative string of neck.

... Well naturally, the old lady must have a working sharp appraisal eye, I spotted the poisonous ring right away. The rest of the Bersch family rings have been around for a long time, and the early-seeing rings were given to me by her sister at Frontera's Magic Fixture Store. I guess there's talk going on from that sister about these two rings.

"That necklace is --"

"Grandma."

As soon as Ishul blocked the old woman's words and glanced sharply at her face, he glanced behind her.

Darkness sinking behind the old woman...... It's just like the darkness I saw at Frontera's magic store back then.

"What's that darkness behind you?

It's a deep darkness like painted over and over again with black paint. Don't touch anything then, it felt dangerous. That remains the same now.

But this guy stepped in. I've been touching the ornament that Ulturo entrusted me with.

"Hey, grandma. Tell me, tell me."

Ishur put his gaze back on the old woman again.

"Oh, that's... nothing. It's not something you can touch."

At that time, a change appeared on the old woman's face.

Is it because of her upset? And his eyes went away from Ishul's face, and he saw the left and the right separately.

……

Ishur's face was filled with voiceless laughter.

This is this. The sisters were actually, I mean, did they all have bad eyes? Heh.

What kind of coincidence? Is that what it is?

... I'm very concerned about what that darkness is.

"Well, not now,"

Ishur unloaded the magic of the wind.

A flash of visible magic runs through a city that sinks into darkness.

The stray junction blew away.

"Hih."

The old woman screams small.

Even the air in the back town brought back signs of cluttered people.

Ishur didn't turn off his grin and even glanced at the old woman.

"Careful, grandma. Stay away from me. Don't worry about me."

Don't touch me, on the necklace I'm wearing.

"Don't tell anyone what happened today"

... That's for you.

Ishur put his face closer to the old woman and told her to whisper.

Behind this old woman, there is a royal court magician, including the chief magician.

But you can't kill this old lady.

……

The old woman shrugged silently and shook her head vertically many times.

"See you later, Grandma."

Ishur turned his back on the old woman when he said in a low voice and walked to the lights of the pleasure district.

The next day, I woke up in the morning and there was still pain.

I wonder if I should call it muscle pain and weak neuralgia. The body saves heat and feels uncomfortable when it feels slightly painful. The feeling of tingling from the chest to the lower abdomen was also damaged by the built-in product.

Ishur got out of bed and stretched hard on the spot.

It's not a big deal, so to speak, but I'm pretty sure the impact of that “instant travel” is still there.

"... but it's gone"

Ishur stretched his body and roared "Ugh," squeaking with a still drowsy, unwilling face.

Staying at the Duke of Dielard's residence means staying at the finest hotels. There is no need to do cooking laundry, cleaning, naturally water pumping or salary scaling. No way, I don't even work in the field anymore. These days I never walked dozens of miles a day (scar, a mile = about 650 m), and I flew more and more out of the sky when I went outside the Duke's mansion.

Since I was in Cranbell, I have trained my demon opponents in action so that they can fight even under circumstances where they can only use magic in a limited way. But as it is, it will also be in vain.

Today, I still have yesterday's pain, so I'll keep it for a walk. Starting tomorrow, we'll do it on the run around the squad yard and horse farm too......

When he so decided, Ishur went right out into the courtyard, hidden bends, stretches, etc. in the shadows of the trees before relaxing, and walked out toward the squad field.

After breakfast, she may be summoned by Mira to attend meetings with nobles and merchants visiting the Duke's house, or accompanied by lunches, tea parties, and sometimes bad horseback riding, which she also exchanged with Rufizzo and Romeo, making her unable to take as much time as she thinks. So it was desirable to get it done best when I woke up in the morning.

Still wet in the morning dew, trampling east through the courtyard, Ishur occasionally spends time alone from between the trees, a small east house reveals its white elegance.

The morning sun is still on the horizon, with the deep shadows of the surrounding greenery stretching westward for a long time, drawing stripes of sun direction and shadow on the blue grass. A white domed roof floats in its green and yang stripes.

Ishur's feet were directed at nature and its east house. And, he stops at the lid and slightly puts his neck up.

There's someone here.

Two of them, shadowed, are lined up. Those two shadows appear to be lined up beside each other, sitting facing east. I don't make it slight at all.

Hmm. Did you rarely have a client?

Besides me, there are people out there who make it their favorite place.

Ishur started walking slowly toward the East Room again.

……

Ishur's leg stops again soon.

Twins...... Pilsa and Puri.

Those kids were the lords of the little East House.

The twins don't move at all about what they're doing or even sleeping, they look like dolls.

Ishur stood on the spot for a while, staring at Higashiya, surrounded by the morning sun and the green weaving colours, and the twins sinking in it as black shadows.

A little bird in a cage......

You two look like you're trapped in a cage.

"Hmm."

A slight morning mist flows out of between the trees. Around, when the sun touches the sun, it disappears without a sound.

Ishur walks again toward the East Room.

Shut up, you guys.

The sound of singing on the calves of many little birds was neglected.

"Ah, Ishl."

"Morning, Ishur"

As Ishur approached the East Room, the twins noticed him and called out.

There is a slight delight in the two expressionless faces.

"Hi. Morning, Pilsa. Morning, Puri."

Ishur also goes inside the East Room and sits on the other side of the twins, facing each other.

Today's white dress to the bottom of the matching knee, Pilsa wears a deep wine red ribbon tied belt and Puri wears a deep blue belt. It doesn't change that Pilsa is bright red on each forehead and Puri is blue.

"Hissing? I guess. Both of you."

Ishur smiles and speaks to the two of them.

The Duke's mansion is vast and it is often not seen of them for a few days. Neither Pilsa nor Puri are always with Ruffizuo and Romeo......

"Do you come here often in the morning?

"Yeah."

"Yes."

When they twitched and nodded, their sister Pilsa asked Ishl.

"What about Ishl?

"I do sometimes. You know, when you think about it alone."

The twins nodded again and now they both heard it at the same time.

"Hey, Ishr."

"Hey, Ishr."

"What?"

"Uh..."

"Consultation"

The twins also look up at Ishl in a fashion.

Ishur accidentally brought a bitter laugh.

Consultation, hey......

"... what is it?

"About Mr. Romeo"

"About Mr. Ruffitzó"

Is that still true?

Ishur kept his bitter smile intact and let the twins snort a few times.

I can't talk to me about romance or anything...

Luffizuo and Romeo, who made dramatic confessions of love to Pilsa and Puri in a small feast to console the Saint Stone Divine participants, but immediately afterwards changed their forceful attitude to the bewilderment of Pilsa and Puri, modest from the position pulled one step away, but they continue to love them with guts, it seems.

Rufizzo and Romeo are also brothers and sisters of that clever Mira. They didn't do anything to stick to Pilsa and Puri, nor to their squire, let alone their exclusive maid.

But the twins gave Pilsa and Puri a luxurious room in the Duke's main mansion, giving them bouquets of flowers every few days perfume and jewelry, sometimes inviting them to dine, deliberately causing them to build spicy east houses entangled in the courtyard, inviting them to tea there, and so on and so forth, and so on and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth. Lucia tells me that every gift to Pilsa and Puri is accompanied by a roll of paper, a letter, not a polite message card with the love of Ruffizio and Romeo.

That is not the only approach their brothers take. Examining the birth of Pilsa and Puri and finding out that they were not adequately educated as aristocratic women, he put on professional tutors such as etiquette, poetry music and history.

And the other day, he finally offered to restore the honor of their father, who had broken into a duel and died unemployed.

Pilsa and Puri's father had a blade wound sharpening at a certain banquet, shortly after which he was applied for a duel by his opponent's edger, defeated and dead.

What Ruffizuo and others have said would be whether they are trying to create an opportunity for Pilsa and Puri to take revenge on their dueling opponents, plus they are trying to help themselves, or they have taken to rebuild the Baron family that has since become the Abandoned Duke.

What do you want to do?

……

What do Pilsa and Puri think of their offer? In response to Ishur's question, they shook their necks sideways with a face that did not float.

"That was my father's fault..."

Pilsa shrugged in a small voice.

Hmmm...... I guess the blade wound at the liquor seat that caused the duel meant that their father had an affair.

After the death of his father, the two men who gave themselves to his mother's home were deposited in the church at the same time as his mother's death, rather than because, for example, the economic situation of his mother's house was poor, and so on, the father's crude behavior became the main cause of the abandonment due to the dueling and the dishonorable death he gave.

It is fully conceivable among the nobles and lords that the maternal kinsmen want to cut off from the people of such a house.

... Pilsa and Puri have lived an unusual life long after their father's death. But they have no wind to float and be thrilled by the gift offense of the good Duke's house, Ruffizuo and Romeo, nor by the considerate offer.

"Both of you, don't like Mr. Ruffizuo and Mr. Romeo?

"That's not true."

"Yeah, no"

Pilsa and Puri shook their heads beside this too.

"Hmm..."

They can't accept the love of Ruffizio and Romeo, there's something on them.

"I'm glad you and Romeo can make it better. But..."

And Puri blurred his gaze, and let him wander outside the east house, saying,

"I see."

Ishur shrugged in a small voice and stared at the two faces.

"Are you two properly thanking Mr. Ruffizuo and the others?

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

The two snorted firmly back at Ishur's face.

Then make it clear to them that you don't need any more gifts or letters.

Ishur reached out and took Pilsa's and Puri's hands and overlaid them.

Gently, use a little force to hold their luxurious, little hands.

"So tell them from you. … what you really want. I'm sure those people will understand how Pilsa and Puri feel."

These children have no interest in the Duchess' status, nor in their luxurious and luxurious lives.

And perhaps even in a fiercely beautiful relationship, where many of the women of the world burn their breasts.... Not yet.

Isn't what they want the same as us, the kind of love, the mercy, of course, of nothing that wanders around there?

In Ishur's hand, the two hands moved in a pinch.

Ishur tried to wrap it up and grabbed their hands.

"When you buried Emilia and the others with Oomeo's tongue, you brought me flowers for the Emilia sisters, right?

They make a stiff face.

"Why don't you take a round of courtyard flowers for Mr. Ruffizuo and Mr. Romeo, too? Thank you for everything."

Ishur made the twins smile.

An empty hole in my heart. I wonder what will fill that.

Something that comforts and attracts them. I wonder what that is.

I'm sure it'll pass on to those people too...

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

Pilsa and Puri smiled.

The morning sun rises.

The sun I give to Higashiya has also repositioned, and now he shines his eyes like glass balls of Pilsa and Puri.

Ishur turned his gaze to the greens around him.

I don't even care about the little birds chirping anymore.

The twins are not immobile dolls anymore. I'm back in this raw world.

"Master Ishr!

When the Ishurs came out of the east house, a glorious, high voice echoed from the mansion.

Eventually Mira emerges from the shadow of the tree, the figure of Sharka and Lucia.

……

For a moment when Mira saw the twins trying to hide behind Ishl, she lifted her eyebrows tightly but immediately smiled and told Ishl.

I just got word.

"Hmm?"

Mira continued to drop her voice slightly as she came to Ishur.

"Your Majesty has officially announced his departure. And Luffraid has been named king's deputy."

……

Ishur squeezed his expression and nodded silently.

"His Majesty has made a special visit to His Highness Salomon, and if he returns to the Imperial Castle, he will officially elect Salomon as the next king."

"Hehe."

"Oh ho ho ho"

I laugh at Ishur, whose laughter came out of nowhere, making sure Mira is dragged too.

"Salomon read the letter from His Majesty and threw it in front of the messenger."

"Right. I guess."

Who the hell rides such a stupid invitation? Are you going to provoke Salomon?

"Yes, Mr. Pilsa and Mr. Puri, I wanted to let you know."

Mira glanced at the twins with a cool smile.

Good afternoon, Mira.

"Good morning, Mira."

The twins try to kneel to Mira.

"Oh well. Don't you think so?

Mira was in a good mood to control her twin movements.

"You may be my sister-in-law in the future."

Ha. Don't you both look in trouble?

Mira continued as Ishur looked back and tried to see the twins' faces.

"We're trying to get you both to adopt the Duke of Sandelini."

Huh?

Her smile grew louder as Ishur turned back and looked at Mira's face.

"The Duke of Sandelini?

It conveys the stunning feeling of the twins from behind.

The House of the Duke of Sandelini is a family of five duchess, set up in a castle on the hill west of the Holy City. It is true that the current lord was neutral and the man was a king.

"Yes, it is."

Mira narrowed her eyes and nodded with a demonic light in a slightly bewildered, mixed word of Ishur.