Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

Who am I?

The pain of burning your whole body, the impatience of chopping your heart crazy.

... and anger.

They eventually change their heels and immerse this body, mind and perhaps everything in the world in despair.

Despair eventually becomes a quiet renunciation and precipitates to its own bottom, instead a black nothingness comes from nowhere.

Oh, I don't feel anything anymore. I have nothing.

... Kill him. Kill me quickly.

From after the nothingness that struck the boy, the last thing that came was wishing. It was a vision of death.

A series of rough mountain ranges in countless craters large and small. And a smoothly spreading sea of sand.

The side of the brilliant and glowing woman laughed.

The full moon swells to cover the night sky, becoming impossible in size, illuminating just one point, the decaying abandoned tower.

On the top floor of the tower, where no one was supposed to be, was a prisoner in seclusion.

Both arms of the prisoner were pulled up to the ceiling by chains and both legs were shackled.

The prisoner could still be called a boy, he was a young man.

The chained iron bracelet and shackles looked too big and too heavy for the bored boy.

He could neither sit nor lie down, and seemed to remain standing that way for a long time.

My ankles are tired, and when I get sleepy, it comes from nature, but it falls down, and the bracelet worn on both arms eats into my wrist. If that pain is stronger than ankle pain, than sleeper, the boy will rise again and wake up.

Is there anyone who feeds, drinks and looks after this prisoner?

Why was he imprisoned?

The boy was wearing a cylindrical helm.

A window with no lattice or iron door, just a cut square hole in the wall, is filled with a giant moon.

Whether the prisoner is asleep or no longer conscious, he leans forward an ugly helm of disproportionate size and does not react to unusually large moons covering windows either. Stay down, don't move at all.

"Poor thing."

At some point there was one woman in front of the boy, one beside each of them, two men standing.

On the right side of the woman is a magnificent man with a slightly tough but intelligent face, and on the left is a classy looking man with a mustache. Slightly younger than the man on the right.

The woman in the middle spreads her wavy silver hair to her shoulder tip, with long blue eyes cut across her egg-shaped face. I have a sharper eye for blinking moments. Of beauty, a woman who still looks young.

The two men gracefully put together a bright gray toga, and the woman was just a different point wrapped around her waiststring, and the rest was dressed in the same way.

The woman, faceless, muttered "pathetically" in a flat tone, reached out her right hand and touched the helm to which the boy was subjected.

At that moment, the helm disappeared somewhere. The boy's face was revealed.

Because he was wearing a helm for a long time, the boy's face is red, black, and his skin is rotten.

The woman then extended her fingertips and lifted the bowling boy's jaw. Then this, and soon after blinking, the boy's face was clean, and the marks of skin disease disappeared.

"Hmm..."

The woman leaked a small exhale as she stared at the boy's face.

There's a grin on that face.

"... well done"

The woman said in a small voice as she whispered.

Lord Vilodo.

The woman said with a smile on her face as she stared at the boy.

"... Are you sure?

The man on the woman's right answers. It's a low, heavy voice.

……

A woman turns to a man and sends a silent, cold gaze.

"Mmm... oh, hon."

The man stared at by the woman said he would cough up deliberately.

"Nothing, not that I disagree."

"Then hurry up."

A woman says in a cold voice.

The man spread his hands slightly with a muffled face, his palms protruding forward.

Then suddenly, a slightly smaller circular shield appeared before the man. An iron shield that has been tapped and stretched, with iron cross shaped reinforcements on the back. The table is a simple, commonplace shield with only a double wire relief on the edge, remaining in the iron land.

For some reason, the shield was floating in the universe.

The man was hard and pushed the shield toward the boy.

The circular shield —— the round shield moved horizontally as it slowly rotated the face of the shield clockwise, collapsing and shaping like liquid when it hit the boy's shoulder, disappearing.

"Let's do this."

The man did not even try to hide his dissatisfaction, he said, lowering his voice due to his heartlessness.

……

The woman keeps looking at the boy's face. Make the grin deeper. The boy can't be dead, he doesn't make it slight with his eyes meditating.

Lord Aprosius, then.

The woman also called the name of the other man, keeping this facing forward as well. Now he's a beautiful man standing on the woman's left.

……

The man on the left was silent and didn't put any emotions on his face (toe), and when he put his right hand up his palm and raised it to chest height, this also suddenly put the iron mask out of nowhere.

The iron mask stands perpendicular to the face over the man's palm, floating in space just like the shield the man on the right has just put out.

The man lowered his hand when he glanced at the iron mask. The iron mask disappeared from the top of the man's palm and, almost simultaneously, appeared in a form attached to the boy's face.

Did the two men use magic? Nevertheless, there is no magic brilliant, no wind, no blowing, no fire, there is just silence around.

"Hmm."

The woman nodded satisfactorily with a distorted grin as she lifted her fingertips to the boy's jaw.

"This is a pretty good design."

The iron mask, covered in the boy's face, had an unmistakable lead color on the surface, but the curves of the openings in both eyes were held up with horrific curves, and the openings, which ended at both ends of the lips via the cheeks from the tip of the nose, stretched straight to the front of the ear drawing a sharp curve, tightening the sides of the mask tightly and creating a strong tension.

"Spirit Temple, how was this mask?

"I created this iron mask myself. You know, if you're gonna name it, like," Wrath Mask. "

The man with the beard answered the woman's question with a face.

"This mask has the effect of strengthening the anger of those who put it on. Stimulate the struggle. And as long as this man dies, no one can be removed. The magic of humans and demons returns almost everything."

"That's great..."

The woman ugly distorted those beautiful lips.

"... so how about the magic that comes from Lord Yveda's treasure trove?

The man said with a blink of his eyes.

"I can't do that. It's not something I can resist."

"--It is also a story of if the magic of the wind stays unto this one. This young man didn't get my gold magic just now."

I've been silent for a while, a man on the woman's right came across her mouth from the side.

"Left."

The woman turned that grin up when she glanced a little at the man on the right.

"Saara. Heh, otherwise it's not funny."

When the woman said so, she laughed out loud "haha".

The top floor of the abandoned tower, covered in darkness, by the way, the walls are peeled off and the roof is torn off. From downstairs, there is a tread stretching from the people into the room.

"I'm looking forward to this. That woman will be delighted with all her misery and suffering. If this man dies, he will not be stripped of his mask. I know that's the iron mask."

Do you mean the Lord God Jerez? Or is it about the unnamed God, the unnamed God...

The woman's laughter continues afterwards.

The iron mask is said to have been worn by unidentified prisoners who were once imprisoned in Bastille prison. Countless alley theories were later born about who the prisoner was and who he was, and many stories were to be spinning in the future.

This woman laughing at the abandoned tower, the goddess of the moon, Lelia. I would never have known that.

Huge moon illuminating the decaying tower. A night bird shadow crosses there.

Eventually, when the moon god's laughing voice disappeared, the shadow disappeared from the abandoned tower, and so did the moon.

Just leave the man with the iron mask tied to the chain.

Black smoke rises with a thin cloudy gray sky, eventually disappearing so that it is sucked into the clouds.

The White Castle combines a palace that sits in the inner realm. The smoke rises from a deep green wooden tree, slightly away from it.

"Nerfuss."

The man said with an abominable glance at the flag of the Grand Duke's Knights, which flies to the inner castle gate, as he bent over the tip of my moustache.

Nerfas is the name of the Knights Commander who is currently leading the Grand Duke Knights Kingsguard.

"Ayatsu. It's as solid as ever. That's what I told you."

The man doesn't stop twirling around the tip of his black pointed moustache if that's a habit.

"Mr. Kurtle. Let's do it."

A man standing right beside the man, with a shorter halbert on his lightweight armor, uttered a heavy voice.

"Hmm..."

The man known as Kurtle, who messes with his moustache, is Count Kurtle Drasen, one of the rotating knighthood leaders of this Grand Duke of Olura castle.

Around Kurtle stood a man with a halbert like his deputy and a wooden wand in a wizard-like grey robe, plus several knights behind it.

And beneath them stood more than a hundred knights and soldiers around the gates of the outer castle.

Kurtle pointed his jaw tip towards the Knights flag and said he would swing it up and down well.

"Fire an arrow at that flag."

"Ha."

When the man of Hulbert speaks low, one of the knights behind him rises and tries to descend the gate tower.

"Wait, wait."

Kurtle rocked that big heartbeat to control the men around him.

"Don't hit them. A little bit more like this, aim up there, I mean, intimidate me."

Kurtle said, still messing with his beard with his left hand, holding his right hand forward, shaking fine up and down.

"Ha ha."

The knight lowers his head toward Kurtle and goes downstairs.

I already had a conversation with Nerfas Gnott, who will head the Knights this month. He is a companion who has been incisive in the royal palace since childhood. Nerfas had responded to Kurtle's persuasion that Nerfas would cooperate or not stand in the way of Kurtle's uprising, it should have.

The black smoke rising beside the castle, which made it look like a fire, was deliberately cooked to steam by gathering pine trees and pine fat. If Nerfas saw black smoke reminiscent of the fire, he had been instructed in advance to direct the nearby guards in the castle toward the wooden side just outside the castle.

But Nerfas didn't move as soon as he saw that black smoke. Nerfas is rigorously honest but not accommodating. He still seemed hesitant to betray the Grand Duke, Rifiel Olura.

So Kurtle commanded his men to shoot arrows at him.

A belly protruding into his short body. Count Kurtle Drasen, with a large eyeball of a circle on his black beard, as if it were a raccoon, was not suited to its appearance, but was also regarded by the Grand Duchy of Orula as the most intellectually superior fighter, and was also seen by the major nobles and lords of the Grand Duchy.

Eventually, there is a sharp wind cutting from under his feet, and multiple arrows are released into the sky.

……

Kurtle grinned as he jerked off his moustache and saw the shadow of an arrow running through the cloudy sky.

Black smoke flapping to the side there.

The land of the United Kingdom, where many nations, large and small, contend. One of those paintings, rebel werewolf smoke rose in the Grand Duchy of Olura.

Butektas mountain masses that form an L-shape almost in the centre of the continent to the east and west and partly to the north and south.

It was a long time ago that a group of small nations spreading west of it is commonly referred to as the United Kingdom, but even in a political situation that calls it the "Union", and for about two hundred years before that, the land has in fact been in a state of civil war that has repeatedly joined forces with each other.

It was about six months ago that Kurtle Drasen, who is rotating the Grand Duke's Knight Commander of the Grand Duchy of Orula, decided to leave the present Grand Duke Rifiel Orula and replace his seat with his son-in-law, Yuri Orula.

Slightly more south-westerly than the centre of the United Kingdom, the Grand Duchy of Orula is closer to the Altena, now the kingdom of Altena, which was once the empire capital of the Aunora Empire that was uniting the western lands of this continent, compared to the neighbouring countries that compete with each other for hegemony, not particularly large or small, nor in a stronghold, and the name of Orula was known as the prestigious ancestor of the bypass of the Emperor of Aunora.

Its Grand Duke of Orula, Rifiel, was somewhat of its quality, mediocre, but he took it more seriously than his youth when it came to national politics, and has long abused the vortexing turmoil of strategy (how much) and plot, assisted by Nerfas Gnotto, other Counts Brunel and Callen, including the Four Counts, who should also be called the Four Heavenly Kings of the Grand Duchy.

It was not until a few years ago, after the death of his first wife, that a widow of Baron Hackel, Berma, was welcomed as his later wife. A boy was born soon between them, but Berma told her husband and pressed him to abolish Yuri Olura, the only man of the Grand Duke born between her and his earlier wife, and to make his own son righteous.

Lady Berma was also known for her enjoyment, and her escape, and her husband, Rifiel, was dragged by her again, and she gradually drowned in alcohol, neglecting politics (every single thing) and leaving it to the Four Counts. And finally, as Madame put it, we have formally decided to abolish Yuri Olura.

The Earl of Brunel, who was then a housekeeper, spoke to the Grand Duke, and bought the unhappiness and was cautiously punished and resided in his own territory. At last, Yuri Olura himself praised his father, but was not accepted, and instead suspected of treason and remained in the corner of the royal palace, locked in the abandoned tower of the ancient castle, previously used as a royal castle.

To this end, Kurtle Drasen decided to transfer to execution the plan he had previously warmed up, to abolish the present Grand Duke Rifiel and to withdraw the same wife from the court, and to welcome her son Yuri Olura to the new Grand Duke.

The three remaining uncles of the Four Earls are companions of hepatobiliary illumination from the beginning. Fortunately, they were also worried about the current situation in the Grand Duchy, and Kurtle stood by them to complete a swift coup d 'état and proceeded to adjust to the climate within the Principality and to the eminent officials of the court.

And when Yuri Olura was locked away in the abandoned tower about February, a great opportunity came to make things happen.

To the east of the Grand Duchy, an adjacent kingdom of Noros suddenly emitted troops and besieged the border stronghold of Larsen Castle.

Larsen Castle was one of the fortresses that, in recent years, became under attack, as it did every year, from neighboring Noros, when the collapse of Grand Duke Rifiel began to leak outside.

Shkor, who became the new house-killing deputy on behalf of Brunel, immediately called upon Drasen and Koren, who were at the helm of the Grand Duke's Knights, to the court and ordered the crusade of the Norse Royal Army, which besieged Larsen.

As a result, Drasen first led the Grand Duke Knights' main drive to Larsen, leading the Norse Kingdom Siege Army, and Callen was to form a grand army, slightly delayed in forming a formation in Larsen, arguing over the street-muscular climates heading for Larsen.

When Drasen arrived in Larsen in just a few days, led by the Grand Duke Knights Horse Riders of Toshiba, he took up the same high ground after a night out on the right wing of the enemy siege unit that was lining the hills north of the castle. He then connected with Larsen Castle and brought it into a mutually reinforcing position with his predominant enemy forces in the army.

When another five days or so later arrived, the waiters led by Kohlen, Drasen secretly indicated with Kohlen, leaving the command of the armies of his allies to Kohlen, leading about fifty elite horsemen under him, and abruptly returned to the royal castle. Stopping in secrecy on the way to his own territory, he increased his army by another hundred horsemen, arriving at the royal castle. Instead, he was forced to push through the outer gate, occupying the same gate tower as it was, confronting Nerfas, who was in the inner state and headed the Grand Duke's Knights Kingsguard, just waiting for his inside response.

A while after Drasen fired an arrow at Nerfas' troops, he was unloaded when the Grand Duke's Knights flag, which was flying at the inner castle gate, was seen retreating northeast of the castle through the walls.

Eventually the rubbing sound of iron and trees opens the castle gate.

"Hmm. Do it or something."

Raccoon-faced Kurtle Drasen squirmed with his eyelids closed, then gave the order out loud.

"Okay. Nerfus pulled it off. Everybody, push to the palace at once!

The Knights soldiers said, "Whoa! shouting," No, I rushed behind the castle gate to the royal palace.

They had been given the task of detaining or taking over the guards who remained in the castle, as well as officials and nobles close to Mrs. Berma, and controlling the castle.

Kurtle followed his side once up the tip of his own mustache and slowly descended the gate tower downstairs shaking his protruding belly.

And with the remaining knights of the realm, the palace was able to contour itself, first aiming for the moment of sight.

During the sight, it occupies the majority of the second floor of the palace. The ceiling was supported by four stone columns, blown through to the top of the palace, the floor was woven with a complex pattern of parquet wood and a deep red carpet laying down the centre to the throne.

On the throne. But there was no sign of the Grand Duke. The time is before noon, when the Grand Duke Rifiel Olura himself sees the small lords and merchants of the country and the messengers of other countries.

In addition to several guards, the hall was replaced by Shuko, deputy housekeeper.

"Lord Drazen!... What the hell is this all about? Larsen, what happened to your guardian?

Shkor has frowned and questioned the murderous appearance of Drazen and others.

He stood out in a luxuriously edged, dark colored robe of silver yarn, layered with a deep engraved gown, like the prime minister of a country.

The Grand Duke's Housekeeper remains the Grand Duchy's Chancellor. Shkor was acting as a housekeeper on behalf of Brunel, who was cautious in his own territory, but he was nothing like a suspicious man of unknown character, just because he was a distant relative of Mrs. Berma, from Kurtle and other Grand Duchy ministers.

……

Kurtle ignored Shkor's inquiry and silently glanced at the man who served as his sidekick.

When the man stood horizontally holding Hulbert in one hand in both hands, he quickly shrunk his distance from Shuko and stuck his tip in his chest. I made a deep decision as it was, kicking Hulbert in the stomach rampantly with my feet and pulling out Hulbert. Shkor blew backwards with a flashing face, bloody and sinking into the hall floor.

At the same time, the knights who were around Kurtle moved, ending the remaining guards who were in the hall.

"Mr. Refiel seems to be in the backyard. Let's go."

When Kurtle told him to throw up with a bitter face, he took them with him and headed towards the rear palace in the east back of the palace.

The rear palace is behind a crossing that stretches from the back between the sights.

Kurtle ignored the noisy ladies as she stepped into the rear palace, pushing the hallway straight into the back.

On the way, call one of the knights and instruct him in a whisper.

"Find Arien and hold her back."

"Ha."

The knight ordered by Kurtle leads several soldiers under his command and turns back in the direction of his arrival in the hallway.

Arien is Yuri Olura's age separated belly brother, born between Grand Duke Rifiel and Mrs. Berma. It was a child that Mrs Berma had plotted to officially inherit.

The Kurtle line proceeded straight to the back of the rear palace, reaching the poking room guarded by the armed maid on both sides of the door.

The man of Hulbert does not wait for the life of the Lord to advance a little, and ends the two maids with an electrolithic fire.

Shortly after pulling the sword out of her hips, the women were torn to pieces by Hulbert's belly, falling and lying on the floor.

"There's a magic seal in place."

The other side of Kurtle, the wizard man, calls out.

"Demon seal, huh. What's wrong with that?"

Kurtle looked back at the wizard man when he said with a muffled face.

"Keep it tight."

Kurtle suddenly kicked without speaking when he turned back to the kannon opening door and went straight inside.

A few of Hulbert's men and knights, followed by going in.

……

During the refrain, he walked through the living room and into the deepest bedroom, Kurtle unexpectedly frowned and sighed small.

The room was dim and incense was burning with some dangerous smell. And the intense aroma drinks, and the strange smell of a man and a woman turning back.

There were a few men and women in the room cuddling sluttily on the floor, a large covered bed in the front, and behind that thin fabric, the Grand Duke and Lady, two other young women, laying bare and solidified into one.

"At that age, I didn't know I could fall so far into a slut..."

Kurtle had heard rumors and gathered information himself, but he could not hide the disheartening colour just as he saw the likelihood. The Grand Duke was not such a man before.

Kurtle said to the men beside him, suppressing the careless look that floated on his face all the way down.

"Rifiel, you and all the women, keep hitting him and locking him up in the dungeon."

Kurtle shouted absurdly at the look of the knights, who cowered for a moment, wondering whether Grand Duke Rifiel would also put him in jail.

"Hurry up!

"Ha."

The knights snap around the bed and pull Rifiel and the others. The soldiers lift up the men scattered on the floor and go out of the room.

"... for God's sake!

Only Mrs. Berma managed to wake up, concealed herself naked with undressed clothes, and crawled out of the bed herself, amidst the liquor, or the rifiels, who were half asleep because of incense and intoxicated, showing no resistance whatsoever.

"You're Kurtle Drasen!

Mrs. Berma opens her eyes and screams.

"... why are you here"

……

Kurtle glanced silently at Mrs. Berma, sheathing the sword that was hanging on her hips, and as she did, she gave Mrs. 's face away to the side as she wished.

"Gi."

Mrs. Berma blew up beside her with an odd voice.

... if only this woman weren't here. Unless this woman cages Grand Duke's child.

"Keep this fox in the torture room specially."

Berma is shaking her burning red hair and falling to the floor. Those who were in the room and fell in love with sluts, neither Refiel nor the others, show any reaction.

Kurtle, we have to hurry.

Kurtle's minister, with Hulbert in his hand, has spoken with the knights pulling the Grand Duke and Lady aside.

"Uhm."

Kurtle looked at the black shadow of the abandoned tower, which stood from the tree tower, if there had been a Grand Duke's castle before, visible from the window on the east side of the room when he nodded heavily.

"All right. We're going to head to the abandoned tower in the east to help Yuri. Hurry!"

When Kurtle shouted up to those around him, he took the lead and left the Grand Duke's bedroom.

The boy connected to the abandoned tower is still awake.

It was about two months ago that Yuri Olura was imprisoned. Until then, it was unimaginable for the Grand Duke's son, who had lived a smooth and full life, to suddenly fall into captivity.

Yuri was suddenly locked up in the abandoned tower, chained his hands and legs together, unable to sit or sleep, and left standing at four or six o'clock.

He could not sleep properly when his hands were suspended and standing, and his whole body was annoyed by the pain and paralysis of the shackles eating into his wrists and the fatigue that accumulated in his ankles.

Still, for a while, a dedicated guard came up the abandoned tower, twice a day fed and watered, at which time he was removed from the helm fitted on his head, asked to loosen the chain stretched out of his shackles, and cleansed his body. Every few days, the clothes were changed.

It just doesn't make any difference that Yuri is a captive prisoner with limbs held captive for most of the day. The guard's considerations gave him both food and rest, but still, little by little, his spirit wore itself out.

... Why didn't you count it on the court's chief ministers and go straight to your father alone, foolishly and honestly?

... Why did my father corrupt so much, that woman is all bad.

Awakening due to shallow sleep and suffering, repeated the days when it came and the days when it came, Yuri regretted her shallow, causing her to accumulate hatred for her father and stepmother.

The year before, he had just grown up when he was fifteen. Still young, he was not sure of the rush of the heavy ministers and officials to be played on the back of the court, and his perception of his father's decadence and Mrs. Berma's shady plans was sweet. Whether I was just honest with my justice or not, all I thought about was making it happen.

After Yuri was shut down for a while, in addition to a well-looked after guard, several maids came from the palace in the middle of the night to look after him.

They came like every day, preparing a more nutritious meal for Yuri, wiping his whole body more carefully, swelling or loosening his hardened hands and feet, gently and sometimes harshly invigorating and scolding him.

Yuri was first made into a predicament in her ever privileged life and realized her own childhood and stupidity, and stained with the gentleness of men.

But his precious experience was also slowly lost and he was about to end up being meaningless.

Then, about a month later, a strange man appeared before Yuri with several guards.

He was considered a noble and well-known in the Grand Duchy by virtue of his insignificant stature as a man, or a high-ranking official in the court, but he was not remembered by Yuri.

The man, acting for Brunel, who had been dismissed from the house, named Shuko and Yuri, and said with a terrible grin on his neurotic face.

"Neither the guards who have ever taken care of His Highness, nor the maids who have comforted His Highness in the middle of the night, will come any further. Thank you, Grand Duke. It seems that a stranger was moving behind you."

That's what the man said, further distorting his cold grin.

"Hey..."

Yuri glanced at the man with a lowly laugh from the slit of a martial bone helm that was worn on his head.

"I am afraid Your Highness is to die of illness in prison. Let's make the pain easier now after a while. Please forgive me."

Shuko broke his grin without a voice when he said so. And I said, "You!" Ignoring Yuri, he turned his heel back and tried to descend downstairs.

And even along the way I forgot to say something, so I looked back deliberately, and added a word.

"These are the maids who were taking care of His Highness, but those men were not instructed by anyone, and they seemed to have done it of their own free will. I tried torturing you a little bit... because you didn't break your mouth until the end"

Shko's figure disappears downstairs, and only his laughter echoes to Yuri.

Yuri struck hard at the chain connecting herself. Then he shook his whole body and looked up to heaven.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

It was like a beast, a fierce cry.

At the beginning of Yuri's life, she felt something violent and bloody appear from the depths of her heart. I felt my heart broken and torn apart.

... I'm an idiot. I should have advised them. He said it was dangerous not to come here like every day. When the people of the castle find you. I was just protected. Even they could not protect the beneficent or the weak.

From that day on, as Shuko said, neither the guards who had ever taken care of Yuri, nor the maids who visited him every night, showed themselves before him.

Then every two days, a different guard appeared, forced to drink the water while tied to the chain, to get rid of the body dirt, or rampantly watered all over the barrel. No food was given.

Yuri drained his strength rapidly, without being removed from the restraint of his limbs, and was only able to drink a small amount of water.

Still, he devoured his teeth for a long time in starvation and anguish with his anger at Shuko, and often at his father and Mrs. Berma, and above all at his own unknown.

Yuri vowed to kill them all one day and someday before long as he became a hazy consciousness, immersed in resentment, both body and mind.

Then a few more days later, the guard stopped showing up to him, and finally the water was cut off and he just waited for death.

When the shadow of black death glistened in front of her, and eventually it began to sit right in front of her, Yuri finally lost sight of herself and just felt a blur in her memory of anger.

Who am I? I...!

Kill me. Black there, you kill me...

The black shadow eventually covered Yuri and covered the world. Was it finally a moment for him to fall into the underworld?

A big moon floated over the abandoned tower covered in darkness at night.

At the moment of his death, he prayed for that shining thing.

Kill me. And in exchange for my life, this anger...

Someone......

It was then. The side of the Moon Goddess laughed at.

Kurtle stepped off his feet many times on his way up the damaged stairs of the abandoned tower, and each time he was lifted up his butt by the knights who were down there, supported by his hips, and with his other body he finally reached the top floor of the decaying tower.

There were no guards at its entrance or upstairs in the abandoned tower.

As Kurtle and the other four counts all feared, Yuri chained his hands and legs on the tower and was locked up dressed as if he were being tortured.

Yuri was asleep or no way unconscious, she bowed her head without force and was there in such a position that she would hang from the ceiling onto a chain that stretched out onto both arms.

I didn't feel angry from that appearance.

"How delightful..."

Kurtle glanced and moaned at both eyes.

However, Kurtle reached out to the guards without a trace and arranged that the prince's life would not be endangered.

There is no dirt on his clothes or on his feet in the evidence, nor does it smell strange. He doesn't even seem to be injured by the side.

"Young man, hold on."

Kurtle called out in desperate shape as he rushed over to Yuri's side.

Kurtle, along with Nerfas and others, has taught Yuri swords, taught equestrianism from an early age, and sometimes also served as a guardian.

Yuri keeps her face down and doesn't reply.

"Well, young man, I did hear you were wearing an old iron helmet..."

But Yuri's face is dreadfully shaped with a brand new iron mask.

"I was wondering if this mask was magic..."

A wizard near Kurtle's side calls out from behind.

"Hmm. Did Mr. Refiel have this?... No way, wouldn't that be something bad?

When Kurtle looks back to the wizard, then,

……

Did you hear Riffiel's name, because of Yuri, but it tickled, and he moved.

"Oh, Yuri! Yuri!"

Kurtle looked back again as he tackled Yuri's body, yelling at the knights.

"Then what are you doing! Come on, young man, let's unchain you!

"Don't mess with me. Kurtle."

Faster than the knights replied, an ambitious voice echoed behind him.

"Young man!"

As Kurtle raised his voice of joy, there was a sharp noise with Keane and Yuri's shackles bounced off.

"Heh..."

"Whoa!"

……

Flashing kurtle. Hulbert's man who simply raises his admiration. A wizard who will have a difficult face as soon as possible.

Yuri stretched out her spine and said to the men who gave her the look of the Trinity.

"Where is my father, that woman fox, and a man named Shkor"

Its posture and voice were powerful as lies, connected to chains for a long time now and cut off from food.

"Shuko was buried by us. The Grand Duke is in a cell in the basement of the palace..."

When Kurtle opens his eyes even wider, Yuri just says,

"Right."

I only answered. I could see my lips distorted from under that mask.

"Hih..."

So suddenly, a wizard man screamed a small scream.

Yuri's overhead space ripped open, opening a hot, shining hole in orange.

From there, the heated metal fell... and a strong flash of magic ran through the area.

Keane, Doddone and a fierce roar rang nearby, shaking the abandoned tower.

……

The men glanced up at the sky suddenly. The ceiling, the tip of the tower flew somewhere at some point, with a grey cloudy sky overhead.

Far between the thinly connected clouds, something like a red pointy spear rips apart.

Did that burning spear blow up the roof of the tower?

"Or the magic of gold..."

The wizard slipped his hips, or he sat back and shuddered and squealed.

"The palace!

A knight who was later points to the royal palace to the west.

"Hey, what..."

Kurtle groaned when he saw the knight pointing.

The top disappeared from the ceiling, and by the way, from beyond the walls of the crumbling abandoned tower, beneath the palace visible behind the trees, the consolidation of countless pointed iron large and small was protruding.

The iron solidification is all pointed at a sharp angle, and its tips stand on the outside of the castle or towards the sky. Somehow it also looked like it had grown on the ground from the basement of the palace.

The area is thin and soil smoke rises, and the palace, which is also the heavenly guard of the castle, is slightly inclined at the top.

"Yuri..."

Kurtle turned a startling glance at Yuri.

The dungeons of the Royal Palace are probably wiped out. Whoever was there, the Grand Duke or anyone else, there will be no one alive. Perhaps a tremendous amount of gold magic has never been seen before.

How the hell did you do such magic...?

"Ha-ha-ha"

Yuri shook her shoulder and began to laugh.

"All the iron, lead, gold and silver copper in this world, it's all mine. I'll make it, but I'll keep it."

The laughter of the man with the iron mask rang high on the abandoned tower.

It looked like the abyss of death, the face of a beautiful woman floating in her brain. What did she say to me?

What's with all the rage that springs up in this body like it's boiling?

Kill me? No, no.

Kill him.

This is me. I'll kill him.

Who?

Yuri stopped laughing and looked at the men around her.

I'm not here. My father and the female fox, they've already killed me.

... but that's fine now. You'll find out soon enough. Everything.

Why am I kept alive? This anger and hatred thing too.

It's changed, about me too...

"Kurtle, call Brunel back as soon as possible. If I take out all the remaining rapists in the court, I will strike out. And bring the United Kingdom together in one. Use this power."

"Ha, ha"

Everyone on the spot, including Kurtle, knelt down to Yuri.

What boils down to this body. It's not just anger.

Infinite power that twirls at the bottom of my heart. I probably have the magic of the Golden God.

Yuri found it natural. Understood.

The face of that slight woman...... Someone else, I think, was there.

The one who quenched his thirst from my flesh, and gave him power as if he were new, reborn. He who gave untouchable magic equipment.

And any of that... I'm sure.

If you look at it, the thin clouds covering the sky move fast.

That wind will blow over here any minute.

Yuri shuddered herself to a boiling desire in her heart, to the power and anger that ran through her whole body.

... to the desire to destroy and conquer.

A painting of the United Kingdom, a man with the magic of Vilodo the Golden God, appeared in the Grand Duchy of Olura.

No man could peel off, he was wearing an iron mask.

That was only a short time ago, when a new Yveda sword appeared in the Kingdom of Radice, a report was brought to the Grand Duchy.