Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

Why......

Ishur stared at her face in dismay.

Leni, like before, smiles and a nostalgic smile.

"Mr. Leni......"

I hear Mira's, grunting voice from side to side with bitter exhalation.

It conveys how surprised she is.

"Mmmm..."

Rarely in the right neighborhood can you see Refia tense and hardening herself.

She hears about Leni once and for all, but of course she doesn't know him personally. But that doesn't matter. Leni's sudden appearance is too weird.

I cover my surroundings with the magic of the wind. It creates a slight gap in its sides to allow Mira and Refia to use their magic.

Does Leni mean that he pushed that gap wide and came inside? Without me noticing.

"Mira."

Leni grinned deeper and turned to Mira.

That moment.

Ishur swimmed his gaze around him as something.

"Ahhh."

Stunning groans leak out of its mouth.

This was then,... the same as then...

The moon goddess, the same as when Lelia stopped time.

Malefiore kept that jaw open across the junction, stopping the movement.

No Mira, no Sharka, no Refia. And the Ulturos.

Bionato pulls himself into the back of the stone slab and does not lurk and wander on the edge of the dim shadow, just the magic of the wind illuminating blurredly.

The white doll (one of a kind) that emerged from Malefiore's jaw, his vain black eyes probably haven't seen anything now. It brightens red jade stones from its palms and solidifies them in an ugly way, as dangerous as something made of them.

"This is"

Ishur took a step toward Leni, taking forward.

Heartbeating pulse depression complains of something.

This is not... I'm moving.

Nothing changes.

Sometimes I'm the only one who can't move that moon god.

"It's the same as Ishr's magical kingdom, isn't it?

Leni made sure to follow Ishur's gaze and looked around and said:

"I don't want to be disturbed."

Out of the way...?

Ishur looked around again, widening the circle of perception to the outside between the Lord God.

It's getting a lot weaker for some reason, but it also conveys some signs outside.

For example... about as windy as blowing the ground. That's about all I know. I feel it.

"Hmm."

Leni opens her eyes and shakes her head slightly, making a gesture of thought.

"Yeah, how about this?

Did Leni do something?

Makes me smile again toward Ishur. Her eyes are loving and glittering.

Ishur looked around and bewildered.

Keep your blue wind magic wall intact. It's not gone. But on top of that, on the inside, without interfering with my magic, there's a magic that just glows transparently, running around.

"This is..."

Such a clean wind magic, I've never seen before. Beautiful, subtle, and overwhelmingly powerful. Malefiore overhead can't move at all or do anything.

"The Miras just can't move. It's okay."

Leni smiles that prank.

"I didn't kill him."

Kill me...?

"Leni, are you..."

Ishur rang his throat. My whole body gets a little hot to a certain hunch, and at the same time my chest bottom gets cold and heavy.

"Who are you?" I thought you went home to Paredes. "

"Phew."

I could hear her little laugh. It's quiet around here. Nobody moves and says anything. The magic of the wind flows around, and her voice never echoes the walls around her.

"You promised, didn't you? Look, I'm here to teach you."

Suddenly, Leni's smile mixes with something different from hers.

"... the sword of the wind (sword)."

Leni's smile grew.

"I have no choice."

Leni grows up a little and squeaks.

"Shall I reveal who I am?"

Ishur clenched his teeth and put his strength all over his body. Firm from the front, relative to Leni. His face is blue and white, his eyes still open.

Leni. Are you...

"It's a little prank. All of a sudden, you'd be surprised, wouldn't you? That's why I decided to show up as that windy girl."

Leni said in a completely different tone than before. And with an incredible light, I have turned my strong gaze to Ishl.

"My sword. Son of the wind."

Leni said that, disappearing as the wind swirled.

The slight wind that has blown from her blurred Ishl's nostrils and begins to wind up a new vortex. The windy, magical vortex eventually became the figure of a bright, radiant, aged woman.

I tie the bright white toga around my waist with a silver string and make the same white cloth look like a stall before wrapping it around.

He divides bright blonde hair in the middle and wears a thin, delicate silver band on his head. Straight long hair spreads with curves that wave from mid-range.

The neck muscles also glow with a delicate necklace to match the hair band. And the same goes for the bracelet.

The footwear is old-fashioned, wearing burnt tea leather sandals.

……

Ishur lost his word and saw the woman who appeared anew.

This is no way, the Great Spirit, etc. Right now I'm right in front of you...

"My treasure is my treasure. It's like my own kind, so to speak."

The woman does, but she smiles a little like Leni with a prank.

"Why don't you call me"

Huh? Call? What's this all about?

Ishur was also unable to move, as it had been in gold bondage.

This woman,... what is this one saying? No, my head doesn't work well......

As soon as I realized it, there was the woman's face in front of me. A gentle divine smile. But in his eyes also lurked a woman's, no, some sort of seductive glow.

Her fingers touched my cheek. And I glance at it as it slips.

"That's my favorite. That magic is special. It's magic no one in this world uses. It shakes and rises my heart"

The brilliance of her eyes intensifies.

"... that's why you came to see me."

When the woman whispered so, unexpectedly, she gave a slightly fuzzy look.

"It's not just because I thought it was lovely."

The woman's fingertips go away.

What is this one...

"To teach you my power."

she said with a grin.

"Look, I told you about the wind."

“Wind chirping” is, you know, magic like instant travel.

A woman tilts her neck a little.

"Why didn't you call me? That's why I wanted you to call me."

"Hey, so, but... Oh, you, no, you..."

Here, I hear voices. I could speak up.

I wonder why. She feels just a little bit like Leni.

Magic of the wind,... girl of the wind.

"You, you're good. Of course, you can put it on."

The woman put on her chin and said.

"Just Yveda, you just have to call me"

... when was that?

I feel like Marya once said something.

You don't have to rush your contract with the Spirit, do you? Was it like that?

Mary's magic appliance, the Fire Magic Wand, had a tied fire elf, like sealed from the beginning, and she said something like, "It's hard to do," like she can't contract with other fire spirits.

That's......

So there was a half-contracted state of affairs in my magic appliance?

The Spirit... no, not the Spirit. That wasn't the god of wind itself, was it?

"Yes, Yveda......"

Ishur spoke the name painfully.

The name of the wind god. The name, the sound, is so heavy now.

... I kind of feel like it first. I feel tired but nervous upside down.

That would certainly be because of my own excitement and nervousness. But that's not all. If my magic power is used in the coming of the wind god, it is not strange to lose consciousness and fall at this moment. The other guy is a god.

This occasion is inherently the seat of the Sun God. Now is the place to fight.

A wind god descended there. I did.

Ever since I met Leni, directly from her, since that time when she taught me magic, one day this day will come, when that time comes, in a corner of my mind, I feel like I thought somewhere.

So there is no surprise in being scared.

Ishur stared at the wind god, Yveda.

Clean wind magic is flowing around. Now, mine is not (...) anymore.

It's like time has really stopped, between the Lord God. There's only two of us here right now, me and her.

... Malefiore, what's up? Vionato, try to fight it.

"... Ishl. My wind child."

When Ishur called the name of the wind god, Yveda's face was hallowed.

"Ah, you.... so I couldn't make a deal with the Spirit."

"That's right. But isn't it good? I am not always here to see you. I'm still busy with this. And whimsical, dashing"

Yveda laughs at me like a prank.

"Instead, he sends the Spirit of hope. Let's not be dissatisfied?

"Oh, oh."

Ishur nodded powerlessly.

… Is this taking magic and spiritual power to Yveda?

If you can summon the gods of the wind, you are invincible. It will be absolutely undefeated. But she didn't always get here, she said. And this drain.

"Well."

Yveda said when she gave up her face, she felt soothed.

"As I said before, I came all the way down to the magic formation of the Lord God, and nothing else. That's it."

Yveda stuck her index finger straight up, letting her shake it to the left and right.

Immediately above her, Malefiore is solidified, as if it were a ornament.

"It's no good waving the sword of the wind in this one, but I can't help it. Let's teach them the sword of the wind."

Yveda glanced up at Malefioa for a moment and said one nod.

It's kind of a human gesture, but it still feels human, not in itself, somewhere.

"Okay."

Ishur nodded, putting his hand on the Sun God's necklace borrowed from Carno.

Right now, my surroundings are doubly covered with Yveda's magic, no, God's power.

If the magic of light passes, if the seat of the Sun God can be activated again...

The best, safest way to do this is to fly Malefioa to that other world that is completely stopping him from moving.

Unlike Cranbell's, this seat of the Sun God does not weather and has not lost its function. Perhaps there will be a stronger bond than at that time when the golden statue of Jerez came under attack. If that were possible, there would be no damage between the Cathedral and its surroundings, or possibly this Lord God.

Wouldn't this situation be a great opportunity to limit the damage, not if we are cruising around for reasons such as not being able to destroy the Malefiore body, being able to make gaps during spell chanting, etc.

I didn't think Bionato was going to set it up from above. He's taking the cathedral itself hostage, so to speak.

What the hell will happen if we wield the great magic equal to the divine cause of the “sword of the wind”, as Yveda says from now on?

I don't even know that. But wouldn't that happen, this monster on the contrary, the main tower of the cathedral and the facilities around it all blow up clean and refreshing?

Many of the gods in this world are natural gods. They are by no means human-centric. Even though the sword of the wind will cause many deaths, Yveda will not take advantage.

But if you do not erase the magic of the Michi wind, you will not be able to activate the kingdom of the Sun God, otherwise you will not be able to leave Malefioa without causing any other damage.

Also and most importantly, I can't imagine what would happen if you defied the word of the wind god.

And if Yveda is going out of her way to tell us, this would also be a one-of-a-kind opportunity. We should never miss this chance.

Yveda wanted to see me, why didn't you call me, but on the other hand, I'm not always available for this summons. While the burden of summoning the wind god also increases, I feel like I will probably never see her again and again. It's not easy to summon someone at any time. And Yveda said she was whimsical. Then again, we can't miss this opportunity.

... I have to brace my belly now and do it without thinking about it later.

That's what I'll have to pray to her, to the wind god. As little damage as possible.

Don't let the royal castle happen that all the king's capital will disappear, etc.

"You're a really cute kid. Ishl."

Either you were turning your mind around and watching Ishur's face change dramatically, or Yveda smiles at you.

... but her eyes are never laughing. The wind gods are motivating me to get lost.

Ishur turned his serious attention to Yveda as he took his hand away from the Sun God necklace on his chest.

"Then it is. Tell me the sword of the wind, Wind God."

As Ishur decided to lower her voice, she grinned deeper and nodded, but all of a sudden she said that there was no clapping either.

"Uhm. Then let me show you my sword first."

"Huh?"

Ishur didn't think, he gave a bareback madness.

What is that? Oh, my God...

"That would be hipster now. So you just have to look, and try and get the wind sword out."

Yveda said with a faint grin and a slightly more serious face on top of each other.

No, so what is it? Indeed, today, I have not brought my father's sword of shapes.

Should you have had it? But that sword is broken.

"Hold your hand and put your fist on your chest like this"

Yveda let her hold her right hand against her chest.

For once, they'll tell you how to do it.

"And you pull through what's in me. Nah, you would have seen a sword come out of the wreckage of Lehne. That sword."

That time...... Naturally, Yveda would have known about the forest witch, Lene. Was Yveda watching that from somewhere? Well, if you're a god, you know it and you deserve it.

In this way, did you also teach Lene?

I was still young, I didn't know anything, I'm reminded of that time. I still remember clearly.

It evoked complex emotions mixed with slight material sadness in the memories of fear and surprise that nearly killed him and had a strange experience.

"Come on, hurry up"

Yveda prompts me.

Sure, not now, not if you're thinking about it.

Ishur meditated on his eyes and thought of that time's sword, which had no weird philosophy whatsoever. It was a simple blade straight knife with no patterned parts or decorations.

Then he floats the image of pulling out that sword, holding his right hand against his chest.

"... no, no"

Ishur opened his eyes there and said in a small voice.

It's not that sword.

The one-handed sword my father gave me, pierced and broken by the Red Emperor Dragon, the sword of my father's shapes.

That's my sword. Even if it breaks, it doesn't have to be here right now.

Ishur meditated his eyes again, raising his face and putting his fist against his chest.

Then something struck me in the back of my chest and I felt like I was being stuck out of my body.

This...

Is the magic fixture of the wind reacting? The sword of Yveda.

Something touches me, pierces me, pushes me through my body and spreads beyond.

Ishur opened his eyes.

innumerable colors of vision are created, blown away and disappeared.

It's some kind of statue, my own memory, someone's, some form of mind...

Mira and Riffia disappear far behind the White Summer, between the Lord God.

Ishur sank into a running stream of colours and was trapped.

The brilliance, I instantly saw ahead of my sight.

Perception captures and transcends the otherness of that Spirit. Something is spreading beyond it too......

A wheat field in the village of Bersch, a wind across the blue sky, appears, it eventually passes and disappears into a strong wind blowing through the valley of the building, to the wind blowing down across the paddy field from a deep green mountain, seen somewhere.

Oh, it'll arrive in a little while.

I'm sorry. I was dead that time.

Is this what grief is the true suffering of the dead?

... No.

He wept.

I wept before I died.

It won't get that far. I could have seen my wife's, children's faces clearly in a few moments.

It only floats with thin rashes anymore, the shadow of a former family. You'll never get there again.

... Where am I? Is that in my memory?

I have another voice of my own.

Time, time and space, the world becomes cloudy in our hearts.

Soon after, Else appeared, Lucy appeared, Melilla appeared, one of the villages.

Their statues also disappear distorted.

I'm sorry, Lucell. Father, mother.... Melilla, it's all my fault.

So suddenly, Ishur was returned to his former place. An instant stream of colors flows around, swirling in the distance and nearby.

Now I'm connected to the world...

Ishur was terrified of the sensation, of its size, and dwelt on it.

The black shadow I saw one day casts it.

The shadow said.

... Come on, chant it. Say something like that.

What's that supposed to mean?

Spin, spin me, the sorrow...

Yveda?...... who.

Shadows begin to disappear.

Ishur stared at the world with countless colors in front of him.

Yes, this grief is suffering.

It melts into the world and wipes my fears with support.

How could I fight a giant monster like the Red Emperor Dragon? Why are you still fighting?

Come on, Yveda's waiting.

Look up to heaven and step upon the earth. And follow where the wind is going.

I can wield the sword of the wind.

This swirling world with sorrow, joy, hatred and love......

His soul, give me strength.

Ishur was short and mouthed the spell.

"I am the sword of the wind."

Fragments of color wind up and gather in the swirl on Ishur's right hand.

Countless flashes of light fall, and at that moment, the darkness between the Lord God appears slightly permeable.

Ishur put his left hand to his right.

Grab a long grip with both arms and stare at that swirling thing.

The colors are dense and accumulating, and the swords of the blades, shining, take shape.

Ishur instantly lowered the blade tip down and placed it slightly underneath him.

It just winds.

This power in my own hands.

Hehe......

Ishur laughs lonely in her heart.

What is this omnipotence? This is too much power for people.

Swing it around all you want, do it, and the world will end.

So Ishur waved the sword of the wind gently, trying to stick it out diagonally.

Moments, the wind runs.

When the roar blew through for a moment, Ishur stood in the same spot, with different dimensions, on the seat of the Sun God, on the stone slab.

There's nothing ahead of you holding both hands.

Ishur looked up overhead.

Malefiore was gone. The signs of a disastrous demon were clean and refreshing, and had disappeared.

Perhaps even those who had forbidden books.

And the boundaries of Ishur stretched around him, as well as the magic of the strange wind of Yveda, had disappeared.

Between the Lord God, the light of the sun becomes a thin line.

The fine dust soars in its light muscles.

A cleavage as wide as a grip ran upwards through the walls of the inner tower, partly cracked apart, which continued to the main tower.

… Perhaps the main tower of the cathedral is twofold.

The sunlight was falling from there between the Lord God.

"Oh, my God, you're in the way"

She couldn't help but raise her dissatisfied voice right next to that light muscle.

Yveda waves her right hand gently.

Moments, horrible roars and vibrations ran around.

……

Ishur narrowed his eyes to the dazzling light and looked up with his hands on his forehead.

Outside light fills between the Lord God.

Full of overhead, the blue sky was spreading. The ceiling between the Lord God, the inner tower that was stretching up, the Lord Tower, everything had disappeared.

Against the wall between the Lord God, it was soaked in circles, and all that was over his head was gone.

On both ends of the blue sky looking back from the large cave, you can see only a few exterior walls of the secondary tower standing to the north and south. No significant damage has been found from here on the secondary tower, which was built alongside both sides of the main tower.

Hey, what...

Ishur, stunned as Yveda did, but looked at it and looked away.

"Look. That's the wind sword business."

He distracts his chest as Yveda stretches out, reaching for the blue sky and pointing his fingers ahead.

A gleaming muscle of light was tearing the sky in two.

Pebbles, fractures, or small shadows are lying and dancing across your sight at high speeds. The glowing rays on the other side stretch high and vertical, everywhere.

That muscle of light eventually left the ground, gradually shortened, and eventually disappeared into a small point of light.

That is the power of the sword of the wind...

"That light..."

"That's right. Nothing unscathed in the sword of the wind. That light will eventually fly to the world in the blink of an eye of the stars"

……

Ishur cringed his throat.

Does that energy reach the universe? In a space without air.

"Hmm. You did well for the first time, Ishur"

It was then that Yveda nodded satisfactorily.

When I wondered if there was a high sound called Keane, it had to be with heavy vibrations, shivering, and a creepy rubbing sound sounded from the sky.

Now comes the shock wave of that light muscle, tearing the atmosphere apart, something like that...

At the same time, I heard the barking voice of an old man, a young man, coming right from the side.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

"Yes, Mr. Yveda."

"Nah, my God! Phew, the wind god!

A whimpering groan mixed there.

…… …… ……

Is that Mira's?

Seeing, Ulturo, Liberio Adani, Desio and others are on their knees, spreading their hands, or hitting their chests and crying.

Mira was fluttering and brought to Sharka powerless.

Sharka even looks down at Mira, but does not try to see Yveda, slightly leaning over her face.

But she was sweating from her forehead, stiff and stiff all over her body.

When Ishur glances at the other side, Refia stands on a bar and solidifies just like Sharka.

Her face is bright blue.

Vandro Elettore, the temple chief of the Moon God behind him, is also waving his whole body around.

The seal of Yveda's wind broke, so they could move too.

... it is time for me to leave.

Yveda's voice echoes into Ishur's brain.

Her voice is no longer audible to her ears.

... it is not very nice for me to appear before the other human beings. Jerez is loud.

Yveda has put forth the name of the Lord God without a thing.

And a soft, somewhere lonely grin, thinning its appearance to blend into the background.

... God's power is magic, too, if a man uses it. From now on, refine it so that it can be used well. That's what I'm going to protect myself from...

Yveda stares at the strange, seemingly affectionate color in his eyes.

... is too much power for people. Be careful, use it with caution. Then you will know.

The statue of Yveda finally fades and disappears.

... I'll see you sometime. My beloved Windy.

Yveda's figure disappeared.

"Knock..."

At the same time Yveda disappeared, Ishur happened to fall on his knees on the spot.

I can't stand.

My nerves are tingling upside down and uncomfortable fatigue is swirling through my head.

He took the magic, the spiritual power, not to the sword of the wind, gently to Yveda.

"Ishur!"

"Master Ishr!

In the endless growling, crying voices of the men, Rifia and Mira return to me as soon as possible to turn to Ishl.

"Wait!"

Ishur kneeled his right hand in front of them as he stood on one knee.

There are those who stand at the edge of the tablet of the seat of the Sun God and let their whole bodies wiggle fine, yet it is time to retreat behind them.

"Sharka!"

And Ishur shouted with a harsh voice.

Mira and Rifia stop as and turn their gaze toward the man.

Sharka extended her right hand forward, releasing a hot, burning solidification from its palm.

It drew its tail for a long time, retreating unknowingly to the edge of the stone slab, spreading in a hot and instant glow behind the earlier king, Bionato, who was about to flee from among the Lord God.

Behind him, the walls of iron, heated by bright red, widen.

There Hulbert, in Mira's hand, stretched out his tip and pierced Bionato.

But her flash is played just before the man's body.

Moments later, something like a wall appeared that glowed translucent around the perimeter of the bionato.

... his "Holy Shield of Irbez” was activated.

Ishur narrowed his eyes and stared at the look. But there is a slight grin in my mouth.

Mira leaned down a little and whispered something.

When Mira's unleashed, long stretched Hulbert's tips glowed red, they deformed into gnarlies and began to rotate as they stretched long as strings around Bionato's body.

It immediately solidifies cold and restrains the bionato so that it is tied with a thick rope.

Just that multiple iron rings are inhibited by the Holy Shield of Irbez and do not directly restrain the flesh of Bionat.

"Hmm, something like this"

When Bionato tells him to groan with a small voice, he glows thinly with magic around him, and Mira's wrought iron rings are pulled apart one after the other. Kang, Kin, and a sharp sound echo in my ear.

But the chopped iron rings quickly stick to each other and occasionally restore them to their previous forms.

"This one."

Bionato cleaves the iron ring again, but Mira restores it in the same way again.

Mira's magic is tenacious and unbeaten by Bionato's holy shield.

When it was repeated several times, Bionato also finally gave up escaping Mira's custody.

And be full, or the sound of a sword running through the sheath in the midst of Ishur.

Riffia pulled out her sword and pointed that sword tip at Bionato.

"... have you thought about this?"

"Yes."

Ishur stayed on his knees, raised his face, grinned lightly and stared at Bionato.

If, when Malefioa had broken the line of wind magic, and when the situation was full of hands in response to Malefioa, Ishur had at that time discussed and decided beforehand with Mira and Sharka, as well as with Rifia, measures to stop Bionato's movement, which might be trying to set up something new, that might escape.

"But that's not all..."

When Ishur said so, Rifia glowed her eyes red.

If Rifia storms Bionato here......

But Ishur shook up his right hand toward Rifia, and stopped her.

……

Refia follows Ishl silently and stays on the spot with her sword in place.

"Before I kill you, I need to ask you something."

Ishur glanced at Ulturo and Desio and others for a moment.

They remain on their knees, now quite relieved, staring silently at Bionato.

"What happened to your secret library? What's happening now?

"That one."

Bionato had a thin spare smile about what he was thinking, even though his end should be near.

"I already crushed that one a long time ago."

"What happened to the book collection?

"Is that... what do you think? Did you burn everything after you read it?"

Bionato's grin deepens.

"It may be hidden somewhere in the royal castle."

"Right. Well, fine."

Ishur fluttered but stood up on his own, with a horrible grin in the shadows.

Ishur's face was lost of blood, a neighborhood floated around his eyes, and deep wrinkles carved between his eyebrows. The color of dark fatigue was seeping through. That was making his grin look more horrible.

"Were there any books in that collection about the poison? Bionato."

Ishur's dark grin darkens.

"There would have been a lot of other forbidden books in that library. You first murdered your brother and seized the throne with the knowledge you gained from that book."

... I won't just kill you.

I will expose you to many sins, expose you to the day, and then I will kill you.

"Droit Sherard taught me. Madeleine Ballord did a spare thing."

"Hmm, Kisama.... the kid."

Bionato also distorts the loss and grin.

"And you will kill the hostile high priests one after the other, looking at the time of the departure of the chief priest, and give them away."

Ishur turned off her grin and twisted her bionato.

"I had a concubine, and I put it in my hand."

"Hmm, what's wrong with that? … for the cause of righteousness"

Instead of being frightened, Bionato even showed his chest slightly stretched.

Ishur looked at the figure and rather loosened his gaze, making a smile again.

... that's what it is.

The real thing I wanted to do before I killed you, it's the core.

It's about crushing your virtues, your aspirations and your doings to pieces of wood and dust.

"You whispered, king of poisoners,"

The colour of contempt floats in Ishur's gaze toward Bionato.

"Phew."

Lifia laughed small at it.

"As the king of the great kingdom, two sad names."

"Bullshit, kid. It depends on what a person's worth has accomplished."

"Ha ha."

Ishur laughed there, for real.

"... that's funny. You know, it's a lot more serious."

Ishur immediately stopped laughing. But the colour of the scorn in his eyes grew darker and darker.

"The secret library books you found have become your source."

……

Bionato remains silent. I'm just staring at Ishur's face.

"There were a lot of forbidden books in the library you found. Probably a lot like fake books."

Weren't there some books there that said how to summon the Great Spirit of Light with the ornament of the Sun God, or the Lord God Jerez? I don't know if the content was true or accurate.

"... didn't you know that too?

There is an unusual light in Ishur's eyes that stares at Bionato.

I don't have much magic left. There is only a limited amount of magic available for him.

But that's enough. Even if he had the Holy Shield of Irbez.

"The secret library you found, it wasn't just a trash."

To Ishur's blow, Bionato's face clearly strengthens.

It's time to stop, Bionato.

"You're cleverly smart. There's no way you wouldn't notice that. A library full of dirty and dangerous books that will make you feel noble. Are you fooled by it?"

Ishur said it would extinguish the light in his eyes.

"You said you were ecstatic when you found the secret library. That's the end of the mystery you said."

Rifia has given me the Sun God necklace in my left hand.

The treasure of the Cathedral Church, whispering in Ishur's hands. The three series of pearls tangled in its hands were, in fact, white precious stones, of well polished emeralds (hissui) or onions (menow), when viewed by the hands.

If you think about it, you won't be able to make it without modern farming techniques, such as rounded pearls. In this world. Or maybe it's something that exists naturally.

... That's what I mean.

"You dazzled the power of the forbidden book, and you were distracted by the trash. That's all."

Bionato was mistaken.

He didn't have a noble mind. There was no such thing from the beginning.

"When you get it and you just become king, when you can dominate the continent, when you can climb the throne of the gods, you only grow your own ambition because of its potential."

"... Ki, Kisama"

In the shadows of the light that shines from heaven to earth, the Predecessor is angry, scared and trembling.

Ishur said the last dialogue of this one play.

"The kind of forbidden or false books that my ancestors dared to hide, such as noble aspirations, that create righteousness, etc.? You were just a liar, a poisoner, from start to finish.... That's all."

For one like this...... For just one fool......

Ishur bowed his head without force and whispered.

"Refia."

Refia holds her sword in both hands and advances toward Bionato.

"Yah."

Rifia's temperamental sword tip pierces Irbez's holy shield.

Bionato in desperate shape and Refia not trying to hide her struggle in that beautiful face. They face each other's shields and swords up.

"Ugh."

The holy shield of Irbez trembles and distorts its magic.

Refia was fighting well. He did not push in his power, as he did when he duelled with Ishur, but concentrated the magic of the Martial God on one point of his sword tip, about to collapse with the magic itself, chiefly the protection of the Holy Shield of Irbez.

Now the seat of the Sun God is not protected by the magic of Ishur. If she fought at her disposal on this occasion, damage could have been done to that stone slab.

Eventually, a slight gap is created in that point where the sword and shield collide.

Ishur waited for it.

Ishur raised his face gently and protruded his right arm toward Bionat. Bring in the wind with your last strength.

The wind came down over Bionato's head.

"Refia, back off!

When Ishur screams, Rifia steps back to fly, retreating back. Mira's Hulbert returns to his original form and walks away slightly.

… rest in peace, thou art the soul.

For a moment in Ishur's brain, the shadows of Emilia and the others follow.

Ishur grabbed the extended right hand.

"but ahhhhh"

At that moment, Bionato leaned back as he raised the groan of pain and blew his mate's blood high and hard out of his mouth.

The wind blows there, slamming the bloodshed that spreads across the universe against the widened iron wall of Sharka behind him.

The Holy Shield of Irbez had already lost its power.

Ishur just called in the wind, grabbed Bionat's lungs and crushed them.

Bionato falls straight from his back and sinks outside the stone slab.

……

The surroundings were temporarily (when) wrapped in shimmering silence.

Ishur collapsed on the spot as he glanced at the blood pattern painted on Sharka's stretched iron wall.

"Ishur!"

"Master Ishr!

Rifia, Mira, jumps from left to right to Ishl and supports his body.

Ishur smiled on his leaning face at the scent of drifting on his nose tip.

"Thanks"

Ishur looked up, staring alternately at Rifia and Mira, and said in a small voice.

"How are you doing? Ishur."

Mira asks me with a face stuffed with cut wings.

It's okay, I'm just tired.

……

Lifia breathed a relieved sigh of relief and said, looking down at Bionato, who fell under the stone plate.

"But that's a horrible move. That one."

……

Ishur was small and nodded silently.

Crushing the heart of Bionato. —— It was the last tightening move to kill Bionato, which I had decided to do from the start, even if it did not have to be in a situation where I would lose this kind of magic.

Bury his body without damaging his whole body. Then we hand over his body to Salomon and the others, and ask the queen and his women, who were caged in the rear palace until the end, to immediately examine him.

Salomon, with the blood of the Holy King's family, safely retrieves the Holy Shield of Irbez from Bionat's body and asks other close relatives to confirm whether his body belongs to the person in question, and at the stage it is established that this battle will come to a true end.

Ishur's lung-crushing murder move, the last use of it, was talking to Mira and Rifia at the stage where they packed the operation the other day.

But anyway, that's it for my fight.

If that was Bionato's impostor, Shadow Man, he can't be on the stage anymore. No one forgives the Church, the Holy King's family, the nobles, the people, or anyone else, such as standing false in the rite of the Holy Crown. At the end of the day, it will be the work of Salomon and the others, the Holy King's family, to start and finish following his whereabouts.

And.

He confessed to discovering his secret library.

In addition, the activation of the Ilbez 'Holy Shield to the sensation of handing him guidance. Almost none of us have a chance of that being a phony.

So Desio approached Ishur.

Behind him you can see Ulturo, lifting his face to meditate.

Desio smiled this time, again like every other night, saying that dialogue.

"You know what, Lord Ishur?"

That was the dialogue Desio said when he took a seat on Coot, no, Frade about the magic fixture of the Spirit God, when he was attacked by the Black Spirit Crystal on the outbound journey of Professor Holy Stone.

He has praised Ishur as "discerning" again that he made Bionato aware of the true meaning of the library concealed by the Cathedral Church and disputed it.

Rifia, who was holding Ishur's shoulder from the right, suddenly stood up and turned back when Ishur looked up at Desio with a small grin.

As Ishur turned around, Riffia pulled out her sword at some point, pointing her cut at Vandro Elettore, the great priest of the moon, who was whimpering with a stone slab.

"Fuck, uh-huh."

The old man cried, his back trembling.

Cotton from his hand, and he makes a noise, and the little estock slips off.

It was once the magic apparatus of the golden lineage used by Blacktip Crystals and others by shadow work.

"... I can't. I can't. Ugh.... who the hell can do that, such as destroy the saint who summoned Yveda God..."

"Master Vandro..."

Desio clouded his face and moaned.

Ulturo and Liberio are approaching. Shirka moves silently beside Vandro Elettore to the back of Mira and Isul.

"Mmmm..."

"Lord Vandro, you were bought by the Kings at the end of the day."

Ulturo sighed and Liberio said in a harsh voice.

"Hmm. It's like a toy."

As Refia pinched Estoc up and gave up her jewelry, she folded it into two pieces and threw it outside the stone slab.

Her eyes glow red for a moment.

Ishur stared at the old man's back whimpering.

It ended badly, but Bionato was still setting one last trap.

Liberio said the takeover, but didn't the temple chief of the moon also hold something weak by Bionato? Or have you been a king for a long time, disguising yourself as a neutral?

"Master Ishr!

What did you think when you saw Ishur's tough side, Mira, who was even putting him from the left side, suddenly pointed to the ceiling between the round and soaked out Lord God, the blue sky spreading beyond him.

Two small shadows curved across deep blue with no clouds.

Belin and Serio.

"Because the main tower is gone. You must have been worried to see it."

Mira leans all the way over and whispers in Ishur's ear.

"It's finally over, Ishr."

"Oh."

Ishur nodded small as he looked up at the Bellins flying around the blue sky.

"Mmm."

The rifia is faint, and once again I follow it on Ishur's right arm.

"Does it hurt anywhere? Ishl."

Lifia has also lost to Mira and leaned against Ishur.

Right next to Ishur's face, there is a slightly uplifted face of Mira and Rifia.

Ah, ha.

I don't know what this is...

Right from there, their warmth is conveyed.

A while later, overhead, a lot of people came together.

"Ishur!"

"Mira!"

"Master Ulturo!

The black shadows of Salomon and Ruffitzó, and of the people of the Holy King's and Duke's houses, looked down upon the Isles from the round and hollowed earth and spoke to them in their mouths.

Between the Lord God, the rising sun's sun is now pouring in full, revealing its entirety before many men.

Uncomfortable with the glare of the blue sky spreading overhead, Ishur slightly closed his eyes.

The shadow of the people continued to grow, and eventually it became a great circle of connections, and it floated firmly in the blue sky.