The dry skies of the continent are wide. The autumn sky is growing blue.
Ishur shrugged Lifia's name.
"Hehe..."
Did you hear Ishur, or Lifia's smile shines louder. Blue skies are also so sumptuous.
"This girl is just losing her mind. It's okay."
Lifia held the girl by her left side in both hands and offered Ishl.
The girl's blonde hair slips down. The sleeping girl's face is calm and she doesn't see any noticeable trauma.
"What about that one?
When Ishur received the girl with a face she still fell in love with, Rifia looked at the man who threw it away and said:
"Well, more than that, why are you here?"
Ishur angered his eyes as soon as he managed to recover from his consternation and said in a low voice.
"That's a greeting, Ishr. I haven't seen you in a long time."
The red glow disappeared from Lifia's eyes. His eyes narrow slightly.
Then Zhu gave it slightly on Ishur's cheek.
Different thoughts about Refia swirl in my mind.
I helped, deceived, used, and loved her. And killed her father, and cut her off.
For a moment, Ishur pulled his jaw all the time when he had a painful face, suppressing the thought.
And said in a lower, quieter tone.
"What happened to Kusim? Can I leave my territory alone?"
"Oh. You're doing well. It's working."
"... What's your claim? Has the money been collected?"
……
Lifia nodded with a smile as she approached Ishl and turned to her face.
"Petra sent for you. Petra asked me to come in the name of the Grand Duke."
Huh?
"You think it's Petra?
What the hell? At a time like this.... Plus, my face is close!
Ishur was overwhelmed and turned his head back.
You're too pretty...
"I know what you're involved in right now. But what do you say? Isn't it time we got a piece on that one? Just finish and come back, to Ladis."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
As Ishur sharpened his gaze further, Rifia said, slightly distorting his grin.
"It's not just about Petra. I have business for you, too."
Lifia lowered her voice in the second half and told her to whisper. Invincible to Lifia's eyes, and never seen much before, the demonic light mixes.
"Knock..."
Ishur enjoyed the beauty of Lifia much more.
But this guy's "errands"... That's no way......
At that time, the circle of crowds watching Ishur and the others far-flung swayed, and the blurring occurred.
……
Ishur stiffened his back.
Another thing, something horrible, approaches.
... from behind.
Mira turned off her expression, looking like a doll.
"I am of the House of Dielard, the five public houses of the Kingdom of St. Orst. Apparently, you helped our family. Thank you very much."
Mira said so, raising one hand and paying for her own hair. Riffia beats me, and I have luxurious blonde hair wrapped around me.
She doesn't try to look at Ishur.
The red dress looks like blood.
To Ishur, it seemed so to him alone.
"This belongs to the Duke's house. I am Rifia Behm. The Kingdom of Ladis belongs to the Behm Border House."
"Yes, I know you."
Mira pulled up and grinned at the edge of her shapely lips.
The doll's face laughed.
"Yes...... You're from that neighborhood house."
Mira's eyes burn cold.
"Speaking of which, I sincerely regret your misfortune."
Oh, well, are we going to say that here and now?
……
Lifia's grin remains the same. But the color of his eyes changed slightly.
... red.
Obviously, there's an invisible spark between them.
……
Ishur shook himself with unparalleled fear.
I'm about to take off the maid girl in both hands.
This is war. War begins.
Oh...... Has this come the end of the world?
……
But Ishur struck a new fear.
Mira's neck spins toward Kakukaku and Ishur like a mechanical doll, calling out to her.
Ishr took over this man's father, didn't he?
And Mira's neck turns toward Lifia again.
"Ishur? He said."
There's a groan of rifia. This one is hot as it burns here......
Oh, you. You're more concerned about Mira calling me "sarcastic" than about her father?
Oh, that would be weird.
Come on, uhh......
What the hell? What the hell?
The surrounding crowds do not even move as solemns, as if time had stopped.
The area is full of unusual killings.
"Did you come to the enemy?" No, Ishr, it's an enemy to your enemies, so overlap. "
Oh, well.
How rude Mira is to the first person she sees, how dare you!
I thought... but you were wary of overlapping enemies against me. She's cool, maybe, I'm sure.
No. Are you trying to get rid of Refia in the name of that?
... Oh, is this world still hell?
……
Refia doesn't break her grin. Lifia hasn't lost either.
The eyes are still sharp, but there seems to be a slight mix of glitter against Mira.
"I'm not impressed by overlapping hatred."
Mira repeats the same words. Her eyes narrow even more.
"... I see. This is interesting..."
Lifia looked at Ishur for a moment and turned her gaze back towards Mira, saying in a whispering whisper.
"What is it?"
Mira's face changed slightly.
Not good!... Not good any more.
Ishur lifted the wind barrier stretched around the square. The magic of the wind flows to the otherworlds inhabited by the Spirit and disappears.
"Oh, this is..."
Lifia looked around deliberately like she just noticed, turning her face to Ishur.
"You've lifted your arms quite a bit again, Ishr. It is no longer a man's move...... should this be called divinity? Isn't that wonderful? Ishl."
Lifia smiled and said in a strangely gentle, intimate tone as opposed to Mira.
So, this guy. Against Mira, isn't it rounded out? Well, my intent was to distract you...
……
At the same time, a voiceless cry was emitted by Mira.
Something broke and I heard a cracking noise, I felt like it.
Oh, shit!
Lifia's mouth also bothered her with her eye-catching smile. Very. Plus. No more.
What to do......!?
"Dear Lifia!
So a few men and women emerge from the crowd that is far-flung around them, rushing towards Lifia.
……
Ishur exhaled softly.
... It was dangerous. This is what a one-touch instant means. It was really dangerous......
Are those the followers of Refia? Hmm?
There is one man and three women rushing towards Refia. The men are swordsmen, and the women dress just like their daughters all over the city. But it's time they hung their swords.
They knelt simultaneously as they came to the side of Rifia.
……
The women were maids of the Borderline Uncle family, whom they met on their way home from Kusim to Alva. Marika, Radmila, and Yoana. It's like the man swordsman saw it somewhere too......
"Master Rifia. Take this."
A kneeling man offered Refia the leather bag he was wearing on his shoulder.
A bag of fine leather in red tea ties the part of the mouth with a yellow tea shiny string.
"Uhm."
I have turned a slight gaze and saluted Ishl as the man handed Lifia a a leather bag.
Ah...
Ishur remembered to the lid.
This man. That's the man who put Marya on the horse then...
That was before, on the way to Frontera with Imal and the others, when Seville turned back the street after hearing the ferocious news of the Bersch village raid, the first time I met Marya, who came after me.
... then this man serves the Grand Duke, Marya was sent to the Grand Duke then. And now I am a Rifia squire that I have come to the Holy Capital in the name of the Grand Duke...
Ishur turned his attention to a sword that was stretching out of the man's waist for a moment. A skinny long sword just like that one. I think I'm going to be quite up in arms.
This was followed by Marika offering Lifia a a cape with a hood and a sachet with apparently personal belongings. This one is both plain and commonplace.
By the way, Refia is now tightening the resulting tunic with a bright brown belt, with black boots on her scorched tea trousers below and a slender long sword hanging from her belt. Neither is the sword's appearance (sotomi) flashy, and this is often seen as a swordsman, dressed in a common way.
The little lord's wife and daughter came to take her servant on a pilgrimage. I know you're trying to be less conspicuous, but either way, it's not conspicuous in her beauty.
Refia said with those luggage in one hand, dropping her hips slightly to them.
"Thanks for everything. I was taken care of. Then let's get back to Frontera immediately from now on. After that, I'll be alone. Tell His Royal Highness the Grand Duke and Petra that I was able to meet Ishur well at the end of the day. I will follow Ishur as soon as possible, and then I will follow him."
"Ha ha."
There may be a man. Lifia's maids stare at her and look remnantly spared.
But they don't look at Ishl at all.
That's right. For them, I'm the man who killed my master...
Ishur slightly distorted his lips.
But what about following Ishur? I don't think so. Plus, what do you mean, you're sending all your squire home?
As Rifia exchanged farewell greetings with her squire and their hindsight disappeared into the walls of the crowd, she turned to Mira and changed her attitude as if it had never been the same before and said in a hard tone.
"Surely you think the First Prince of the House of Holy Kings is staying at the Duke of Dielard's now? I have deposited with you a letter from the Grand Duke of Antios, His Highness Henrik Ladis, addressed to the Holy King's House. I'm sorry to bother you, but will you show me to your mansion?"
Mira remains as icy and cold as ever. But when Henrik's name was given, he sighed small and nodded and showed him.
"Henrik Ladis...... If that's the case, you can't help it. You helped Sarah, and I have to thank you. Let me show you home."
"Mira. What's that guy gonna do?
That one still has a slight breath. If you have the magic equipment of the Martial God, I want to collect it.
"I'll leave you alone"
Mira said away in a cold voice.
Ha. I'm still in a bad mood......
"The magic equipment of the martial arts is --"
It's a tattoo, anyway.
Mira has nevertheless gazed at Ishl for a moment.
Is that true?
……
Mm-hmm. I feel Refia's gaze. Are you observing the interaction between me and Mira?
As Ishur tried to turn to Rifia, two black shadows popped into the air from left to right in the crowd that began to bulk.
Shortly after Ishur uses his magic, two black shadows are stained with blood smoke, faster than Refia, and blown to become large and small chunks of meat.
Behind Mira, Sharka, who had always stood silently, had her hands spread to the left and right.
She unleashed countless iron balls on the enemy like a shotgun. It's terrible fast.
I hear a slight scream in the distance of the square in the stirring. It's about to fall off a bloody meat mass.
The enemy was still lurking in the crowd. They tried to bounce and fly and attacked. It seemed like a wind that I had always hesitated to attack because I was afraid of this one, and it was finally over.
There will be no choice in that either. That's all I've got. That man, Lifia's squire, seemed like a pretty good handler, too. Everyone is awkward and deserves to be a throwaway bowl.
But more than that...
Ishur stared at Sharka's face.
Sharka was pointing her harsh gaze at Refia.
Has Mira's heart been conveyed? Is that how you've been staring at Refia the whole time?
……
Ishur let her face down a little and sighed small.
Mira tells Sharka, "Let's go home to the Mansion" and so on.
... No, I also feel that Sharka is nervous and alert. The target is the Wushu Arrow.
When Ishur turned to Rifia, she smiled.
Ishur opened his eyes slightly.
She didn't care about Sharka's gaze or anything.... probably from the beginning.
It was a smile without any consignment.
"Aye, okay. I would like to say that Lord Ishr Bersch has joined forces with my late Holy King's family, the Cathedral Church and the Duke of Dielard. Not right now."
Salomon looked through Henrik Ladis' letter and said in a slightly stiff tone to Rifia kneeling in his front.
And he turned his gaze to Ishur, who refrained behind Rifia, and made him smile.
"But a man named Henrik seems to be a hard man to eat"
Salomon said in such a tone that he would give a letter to Luffraid, who would sit next to him.
"The address is the joint name of me and Luffraid. My father's name is nowhere. And this letter was dated about a month ago."
The place is the same Salomon living room as the other day. The Duke's Dinner Room is now cleared of tables, etc., and is used as a waiting room and command post for the Mages.
Since then Ishur has held up her maid girl, Sarah, and had Refia put her hand on her shoulder, returning to the Duke's residence with Mira and the others.
By the time the Ishurs returned to the mansion, the Kings' attacks had stopped at one end, but small raids have continued intermittently since then.
As soon as Mira returned to the mansion, she asked Salomon to meet her and engage Refia. She was also escorted by Isul and Mira, who explained the circumstances why Mira had decided to meet the emissary of the Grand Duke of the Kingdom of Radice.
In Salomon's living room there is now only Magda Perino, a wizard of wobble who has returned from the house of the Duke of Sandelini, with one butler in Salomon and Luffraid.
"... about a month ago, before I still rescued Luffraid from his predicament. Am I over-considered, huh? Luffraid."
Salomon is smiling bitterly as he looks sideways at Luffraid.
"Hehe..."
Luffraid is also smiling bitterly at Salomon.
And Salomon has taken his gaze off Luffraid and looked at Ishl in a meaningful way. Luffraid stares at Ishl with the same gaze.
"Huh?"
I didn't think Henrik was getting information from me...
Ishur got a slight look and let him shake his neck to the side again and again.
I'm not connected to the Grand Duke.
I dared to put it in my mouth blatantly to see if that was still enough.
"But the letter of Lord Henrik Ladis would have been written by his beloved daughter Miss Petra. It says to you to return to your country as soon as possible. Lord Henrik's letter also states that the colonization of the village of Bersch has proceeded and the care of the wheat fields has already been completed, and that the harvest can be expected starting this year. We both know Miss Petra is obsessed with you."
In the tone of Salomon, there is no doubt in his tone that he is swept up against Ishur.
If you're Luffraid, I'll pinch up Henrik's letter as if it were Salomon and let Ishl shake it.
... this brothers me and henrik, anyway, would be connected to petra, she wouldn't let me go, would she? That's what I'm saying.
……
These two are totally having fun fooling me. That's here too, I didn't know you'd name Petra......
There are some evil signs coming from Mira.
And Lifia's back, kneeling forward, is trembling.
This is the guy, he must be cutting off laughter.
and cheeks.
Ishur almost cried.
"But I envy Ishur. I am adored by the Grand Duke of the Kingdom of Radice's son, and what an arrow of martial arts is sent to his messenger, to say the least. Lord Behm, what if you named yourself as that messenger?
"You're right."
Lifia said it out in grandeur and without any evil.
Moreover, the voice is subtly mixed with the sneaky laughter that I had just heard.
Ishur dropped his disappointed shoulder.
Mira is Mira, and she seems to be getting annoyed.
Always this guy.... I don't care anymore.
...... hmm?
But there, in an instant, the air around me changed.
Ishur lifts his head unexpectedly.
Salomon narrowed his eyes and stared at Rifia.
Salomon's eyes are as good as they say they are...
Finally, the most beautiful young man in the Holy Kingdom has extended his forefinger to her?
Though Ishur thought it was a missed door, he felt something heavily attached to the depths of his heart. I can't contain that.
But Salomon's interest was different.
"Acting Lord Borderline, we still need Ishr now. That's the same thing as the Chief Cleric. What do you say? Can you lend us your help? I want you to help Ishr do it. I don't know."
Salomon...
After reading Lifia's feelings, she's also trying to add to her allies' power.
But I do want her power. I want it badly. It's also the most wanted person in the ritual of the sacred crown of the largest mountain yard, incision.
With regard to how it moves in the liturgy of the Holy Crown, the other day, when I looked down among the Lord God, I met with Ulturo and Desio. We also discussed who to take and how many participants.
The day was tough on my own. We also have to defend ourselves against Bionato and Malefioa, the protection of the seat of the Sun God, and the Ulturo and Decio and others on the spot. However, they have imposed severe restrictions on the number of people participating in the day's showdown. If the place is the place, and either way we can't get so many people to participate, but in keeping with their hopes of being as few as possible, I'd like to take those who become a little more powerful.
As good as having Mira and Sharka participate in the confrontation, I really wanted a few other skilled swordsmen with the magic equipment of the Martial God, at least two or so. Bionato will naturally also take other escorts and let them lurk around between the Lord God. We really need the escort of Ulturo and the other clerics who will take part in the ritual, and those who will have the role of evacuating the men he has brought with him. The presence of a powerful swordsman is indispensable if the magic is to be sealed by circumstances in an indoor underground, almost enclosed space, albeit of some size.
Mira and I were considering it in the direction of involving Nelly and Lucia, but if Refia would join us, it would be the best force we could ever hope for. She was a well-known being in the kingdom, even as a swordsman.
Besides, there will only be enough in this holy kingdom to count, such as being able to counter the arrows of her martial arts. Refia might also be able to smash the treasure of the Holy King's family, the "Holy Shield of Irbez” held by Bionato.
Besides, If we squeeze those who accompany us into one Refia instead of Nelly and Lucia, this one will be very easy to move on the day. What Ulturo and others decided to do the other day is easier...
There's just a problem.
That means Mira will accept Rifia's participation. You won't be able to do her will without her.
It's not just because she's afraid.... maybe.
Lifia raised her face to Salomon's question and answered with her chest stretched.
I don't know what she looks like from Ishur.
"Okay. As I said, help Ishur. Depends on how prepared you are to come to the Holy City."
The refreshing skies of the afternoon can be seen through the window.
The Kings' raids, which have been intermittent since morning, have also stopped now.
Things have changed. Now Ishur is in his own living room.
……
There are two long chairs in the middle of the room, a low table between them, and a single chair on the side of the wall.
Ishur has a blue face, stiffens his body and sits in a single-handed chair.
……
……
Mira and Rifia sat facing each other in the bench.
Mira stretches her spine and sits in a beautiful position with her legs aligned. Lifia, by contrast, opens her torso on her elbow and stretches her long legs down the table, sitting in an easy-going position.
As the maid made the tea and exited, Mira turned her sharp gaze from the rifia to Ishl, opening her mouth all the way.
"Thank you, Ishur. Lord Behm is here to help."
Mira said that much and dropped her gaze, drinking tea.
Liphia's help is like Salomon ordered, so to speak. That Mira must also obey. But Salomon didn't make it clear that Liphia should also be taken to the confrontation in the rite of the crown.
"If it's an arrow of martial arts, it's just a hundred manpower. I've never been more comfortable."
Mira's voice is cold.
If Mira admits to Lifia's participation, it doesn't make for decent teamwork or anything in the current situation where they are turning their backs. Then don't you remember the victory of the day either?
……
... Speaking of which, I feel like Hundred Manpower even talked about this when I met Mira and not long ago.
Ishur blurred and thought about something that doesn't matter now.
Something hard to describe from Mira, heavy pressure pushing in.
Ishur felt the cold and took a thin porcelain cup and poured the tea into his mouth.
At last. Even though the Duke's residence is in a situation where intermittent attacks continue.... I'm not in a state where I can think decently anymore.
I have no idea what the aroma is or what it tastes like.
"Why does Lord Dielard call Ishul“ sama ”?
Refia let those thin, long fingers rest on her mouth, she said in a voice that felt spare, rather even warm.
But there is a cold color lurking in the back of his eyes. I can see that.
"Ishur is the one who has received the protection of the gods. Of course you do. And."
Mira's eyes have strength.
"I am Ishr's follower."
Believers, or...
She's saying that I'm not just a believer because I have the protection of the gods...
How do you see it coming through to Refia......
"Ho."
Refia smiles thinly and sarcastically.
You can do that face too...
"Then as a woman, I can make a deal with Ishr after this."
Rifia suddenly threw a powerful bomb at me.
"Huh?"
"What the hell!
Chi, wait a minute!
Ishur and Mira rise at the same time.
"Hey, how did that happen?"
Oh, what do you think I left you for? That doesn't make any sense!
And Rifia is also Rifia. Is that all right, you?
I killed your father...
Lifia has her arms in front of her chest, her nose lifted steadily and she is gargling.
No, he's not. This guy's a convict. I saw how Mira felt and how she felt about me, and I said that on purpose.
"... that's no good."
The opposing Mira dyes her cheeks slightly off, but on the other hand, she reaches out her hands and holds her fists tight.
"Phew."
Lifia also stood up against Mira.
Both staring at each other.
Oh, no! Oh, no... I have to do something about this place.
Don't run, don't run...
And Rifia gave him the leather bag he had placed beside himself, and took one roll of paper from inside and gave it to Ishl.
The roll is tied with a thin string knitted in gold thread.
An unofficial parent book addressed to the two princes of the Holy King's family in Henrik, was also in the same leather bag.
"Heh?... What's this?
Ishur voiced his love when he received the roll.
I was scared... It was dangerous......
"That's a letter from you, Petra."
Petra's? Speaking of which, Petra asked me to come see you, you said.
Henrik, of course, didn't do it just because Petra gave him the protégé to the Holy King's house...
Ishur untied the string and spread the roll.
This...
The roll depicts a small magic formation at the bottom of the end.
Ishur, who had begun to read a letter from Petra, frowned in a different way.
Her letters blew up greetings such as timing and mutual cheapness, as well as the kind of hidden language used by royalty, nobility, etc., and it said suddenly from the beginning, "When you set out on the Red Emperor Dragon Crusade, you remember what color the dress the concubine was wearing you dropped off in front of the castle gate," etc., and it really didn't matter.
However, as he read Petra's letter, Ishur's eyes have taken on a serious colour.
The text of the letter stated that Uromira, the covenant spirits of her land, wanted to meet and talk to Ishur in person, and that she seemed to have something to do with the god of the earth, especially the magic equipment of the god of the earth.
……
What the hell... But I can't throw this away.
You can't ignore the god of the earth and its magic equipment if it relates to it.
At that time, one thing that now seems like a long time ago, nestled in heavy rain, the figure of an old man dressed like a immortal, floats in his brain.
Ishur looked at Rifia with a sharp gaze as he raised his face from the spread roll, looked at Mira's face, and looked back at Rifia again and said.
"Okay. Let's go back to the kingdom after the harvest festival. Go to Frontera"
"Hmm..."
Refia smiled as she nodded one small.
"Petra, your covenant spirit wants to see you for something very important, he says. It's unprecedented that the Spirit wants to talk to people other than contractors and summoners."
"Well..."
Mira seems just as surprised.
The truth is, when I finished with one of the holy capitals, I thought I'd go to Paredes, visit Leni, etc...
Ishur once again dropped his gaze on Petra's letter and began to read more.
In her letter, she wrote, "I want you to come back to Frontera as soon as possible with that. If you have finished reading the letter without further ado, touch the magic team below with your fingertips and say," All things shall return to the earth. "And he said," At that time, the color of the dress my concubine was wearing was orange (more or less)! Let's not forget about the concubine, "he concluded with a sentence.
You petra......
When Ishur lowered his disappointed shoulder, he put his index finger on the magic formation of the letter and chanted, "All things shall return to the earth".
……
Then Petra's letter, like fine powder from the bottom, lost its crumbling shape like a grain of sand and disappeared.
"Soil magic, right? Ishur, what else is in the letter? And tell me not."
Mira asks Ishl. Her face remains stiff just for things, but the dangers themselves are much faded.
"Wait, Petra told me not to say anything else about the letter."
Refia tells me to cover it from the side.
"That's okay. To Mira."
When Ishur says so,
……♪
Mira either hissed or chuckled and loosened her expression.
Point your gaze at Refia like Mira won proudly.... but I can't help this.
"Shall we both sit?"
Ishur said with a soft smile to both of them.
All three, especially Mira and Rifia, tried to stick their noses out and remained standing.
When Ishur told Mira what was written in Petra's letter, Mira put her fingertips on its even jaw tip and looked difficult.
"The spirits of the earth of the Grand Duke and his daughter wish for Ishr's help in the matter of the god of the earth and the magic appliance..."
"With all due respect, I don't know, but, well, yeah,"
"Master Ishur. Let me show you what's on your left, Lord Behm."
Mira said with a slight glance at Rifia's face.
"What?
Ishur tells Mira the contents of Petra's letter, and Rifia, who looked a little dissatisfied, drops her gaze on Ishur's left hand perforated gloves.
"Are you sure? This would be a secret matter between the Holy King's family and the Church."
Ishur lifted his left hand to the two of them to show them.
"Not anymore. There is no one who is the founder of the capital (Miyako) and does not know that Ishr is the chosen god of the earth, Oomeo."
That's right, though...
Indeed, the righteous have so far hustled to other factions that I am the one who can possess the magic of the gods.
"What!? What's this all about?
Refia gets a tough look with her hips floating.
Ishur took his gloves and showed her the red jade stone that had surfaced on the back of his left hand.
"Hey, is that stuck in your hand?"
With no confusion whatsoever, Rifia grabbed Ishl's left hand and drew it to her hand and began to carefully test it.
"This is... But if this red jade stone (ruby) is real, it's pretty expensive. I am also bigger and have never seen a beautiful red jade stone before..."
"This red stone is not just a jewel."
Mira said with a slight grin.
"Let me tell you something. Why have I brought Ishur to the Holy City? From there."
Mira told Rifia about the struggle between the King, the Prince, and the Righteous over the Holy King's House and the Cathedral Church, and from where she had gone to meet Ishur, who had stayed in Krembel, on the occasion of the Holy Stone Professor, until now.
There's also something I really need to ask you about Ishur collecting God's magic equipment and trying to meet them.
"... I see. But Ishul..."
Lifia's eyes have made a strange brilliance, staring at Ishl.
"I feel like you somehow know what you want to ask the gods and what you want to know. That's not all you inherited from the magic of the wind, that you were chosen as the owner of the magic of the earth. The fact that the Red Emperor Ryu hasn't appeared in Kusim in about two hundred years, and what happened as a result... those things, too, are they included?
Ishur stared back at Rifia unexpectedly sharpening her gaze.
You rifia...... This guy is also an extraordinarily mind-breaker.
But Rifia glanced at Mira from Ishur and turned away.
"Of course, I know exactly how Lord Dielard feels."
Refia had a slightly distorted, no, invincible grin that challenged no one, not Mira.
"Then I shall not overlook you and Ishur. My father was to be killed by Ishur, the cause in the first place was that Ishur had obtained the magic of the wind, and the Red Emperor Ryu appeared in Kusim. If there is the will of the god of destiny, Lelia."
Lifia pulled in a grin and looked over at Ishr and Mira's face with a serious look.
"I want to ask the gods, even if I am not. … with Ishr."
……
Mira looks like she's gone.
I suppose she wanted to boast that her special relationship with me was in a relationship she swore she would come to the gods, with a glimpse of the mystery of the world. And of course, that's not all there is to it......
Ishur put his arms together and thought about it.
What Lifia says makes sense. It won't even mean that she's forced to cling to it for her own greed.
Why I decided to kill her father, the far-flung factor would certainly be her right.
But the reason why me and Lifia...
For her, I was my father's revenge, and for me, her father was the object of revenge, of revenge. So can we go down the same road together? Can we put our minds through together?
She won't be happy with me. That's why I cut her off.
There is no such thing as the will of the gods in that matter. It was my decision.
And it's over now.
But this development...
Is that all Rifia needs? You've already settled on my father's tragedy...
It was when Ishur thought that far.
Lifia suddenly said something outrageous. That's like a revelation if you think about it later, no, maybe she was thinking the same thing as Ishur.
"Does Ishur have a knife?
"Huh?"
When Ishur saw the rifia, she took out the knife and was holding its blade tip and pointing the pattern towards Ishur.
Mira turned flat and stood up trying to jump up.
"What do you mean!
"It's..."
Offer the knife pattern to your opponent... this is a duel sign up maneuver on the continent. If the opponent also gives the pattern of his own knife, he will have accepted the duel.
...... Refia.
"I don't have it now, though."
When Ishul somehow took a seat trying to pick up the knife, Rifia took the roll of paper out of the example leather bag again and offered it to Ishul.
"Then this. It's an application for a duel."
There are other things about how to fight a duel, such as that the person or agent gives the person an application letter for a duel, or fulfillment letter.
"Lord Behm! That's a heap of enemies..."
"Another errand I came to see you about, and that's it. … I want to settle. This is serious. It's been a long time."
Mira screams, and Refia stands up and speaks quietly.
"Will you take it? Ishl."
This cannot escape.
"Please wait. Then I..."
Mira becomes a desperate face and blocks it.
Indeed, the ceremony of the Holy Crown begins early the morning after tomorrow. It is quiet now, but the Duke's residence continues to be marked by intermittent attacks from the enemy side. It is also natural for Mira to be sudden. Duel in this situation, that's impossible.
"That's okay, Mira"
Ishur raised his hand and told Rifia he would stop Mira.
"Trying to take it."
But I'm not willing to lose to you. I'm not willing to lose.
Afternoon Yang illuminates the Duke's mansion's squad yard.
In the fall, the shadows of the grass trees around me began to stretch for some time.
The light of the sun gets a little sharper, increasing sharpness on the other hand while losing heat.
Ishur and Rifia have also taken an intermission near fifty long steps (skull, about thirty m) and are heading north and south. The advantageous south side, which becomes a backlight, gave way to the rifia. Ishur stands on the north side and exposes his entire body to the sun.
Stay away for a moment. Mira follows Sharka back. She stands quietly. Looks like Sharka went back to her usual look. Some spirits are sensitive not only to the signs around them, but also to the movement of one's mind. For now, Sharka seems to have decided that the presence of Refia is not a danger to Mira.
Ishur stared at Mira's uneasy face.
But, Mira. Don't worry about you.
It's nothing like the strength of a rifia to me right now. Even if she sounded like an arrow of martial arts gods,
On the eastern side opposite the two, multiple earth bases are built toward the outside, and soldiers and magicians who guard them stare quietly at the Ishurs.
Over the courtyard of the mansion, Klau appears, and he also looks at the Ishurs.
Klau hasn't said anything.
Enemy attacks remain stopped.
That would be so. Outside the mansion came me Mira, Sharka, and the mysterious swordsman from the enemy.
There's no point in attacking at a time like this. Who the hell in the Duke's mansion can be consumed?
"Shall we get started, Ishur?"
Lifia calls out.
"All right, come on"
Ishur answered facelessly, briefly.
"Nice to meet you."
When Liphia said so, she pulled out her sword, brought her grip before her own face, and raised her sword perpendicular to heaven. At the same time her eyes blinked red.
Then the figure of Rifia disappeared neglectfully, and the luminous ray of magic approached Ishl.
Moments later, Dawn and the roar rang, and the ground shook.
A flock of birds flew from the surrounding trees, screaming. Countless little shadows spread in the sky.
All those who watched the two battles shrugged themselves into the shock.
Rifia had raised her sword and stopped a few steps in front of Ishur.
"Kuuuu"
Refia eats up her teeth and makes a groan that looks painful.
Ishur just unloaded a wall of wind magic before her.
"This one."
Refia dropped her hips a long time as she jumped back one end, storming again with the mood of tearing.
"Hey, ahhh."
Dosun, and her fearful power comes to Ishur.
But we don't attack from Ishur.
Her blade (if you do it) will never reach Ishl. Ishur was just going to wait until she ran out of that power.
Rifia has tried from the front, straight. Just straighten up.
...... Refia.
A bitter colour floated on Ishur's face.
You...
"Hey," "Toto," "this."
Refia repeated the same attack over and over again in desperate shape.
I just bumped myself.
Each time the earth shook, the air shook, her sweat and tears splashed.
"Ha, ha, ha"
Lifia threw her sword away, and now she hit me with her arms poking forward.
Doe, Dawn and a huge shock passed on to Ishl as well.
Her legs eat into the ground and there are cracks running around her.
Rifia has shed tears from her red glowing eyes, staring at Ishl in desperate shape.
……
Ishur paled his face and still stared at Rifia silently, with no emotions on his face (on his toes).
... Your powers won't reach me.
But it's not. It's not what she's hitting on me.
"Kuuuu"
Rifia squeezes her full strength as she tries to break Ishl's stretched wall. Her whole body is shaking fine.
"Now, even this!
Lifia's eyes are full of tears.
Oh, what a hang-up.
What you're trying to tell me...
The magic of the wind flows through the walls, to and from this world and that other realm. To break this wall, you have to overtake the natural management of this world, of the wind.
But that doesn't matter to her.
Refia has been hitting her grief, her pain, her anger, her remorse, and her feelings for Ishur.
She did not challenge Ishl as her father's enemy.
... Lifia just wanted to share her thoughts with me.
Ishur looked up to heaven and saw the sun shining in the blue sky.
The light of the sun tries to burn my eyes.
When I meditated on my eyes, Rifia's love had stabbed and pierced Ishur.
... Is this your fault?
The power of the martial arts arrows that pass around. Rifia screams. Ishur stared at Rifia's struggle as he lowered his face.
"Ugh, ugh"
Riffia crouched in front of me, leaning down on her face, shaking her shoulders and crying.
From her, the earth is turned, and the offerings are spread around.
The sun leans to the west and the surrounding scenery is about to sink into the warm shadows.
At last, Refia was strong. From her, all the fighting has disappeared.
And she slowly raised her face and looked at Ishur, telling him to whisper.
"Have my thoughts been conveyed?"
"Oh."
Ishur nodded small.
There, furiously, the red crossed before Ishur.
Mira came beside Rifia, dropped her hips and held her smaller back.
"Mr. Riffia, take this"
Mira offered the white lace-knitted handcloth, handkerchief, to Rifia.
Mira was crying again, too.
I guess Lifia's thoughts were passed on to Mira as well. She couldn't leave it alone either.
Because Mira knew exactly what that thought was.
……
Ishur sighed and stared at them.
What a strong, clean heart the two girls have.
I was watching sweetly. Take them, everything, yourself. I couldn't do it at best.
How am I supposed to respond to the two loves?
Choose between the two? But I can't throw either away.
I know I have to......
But it's only when I think of them that I shouldn't draw that conclusion until I've made what I'm after.
Me and them, we'll never know when we're done.
No matter how strong and clean it may be, I don't know if it will be accomplished.
... I don't want to taste that thought anymore. Do not inflict that suffering on them.
In my previous life, in this world, how important I have lost.
I don't even know what it's like to be dead.
Because I have memories of my past life, I'm a reincarnator.
"Ishur, I will not flee, even if one day I will die. So don't run away from me either. Whenever it ends, no, that's why some flowers bloom."
Lifia smiled on her tear-wet face.
And Mira nods.
What Rifia is trying to say......
"But. If I'm not sure I can protect you from this, I won't do anything. Nothing from me."
Ishur squeezed his lips and said with a strong face.
"I don't mind. I am me. Let me do what I want."
Lifia giggles at me. The light of the sunset turned west in her eyes.
"Me, too. Ishur."
Mira was so successful that she laughed elegantly.