When it was over, Ishur gave Ulturo the Sun God's necklace.
At the same time, Ishur returned to Ulturo another Sun God necklace borrowed from Carno, to the Church.
In the end, the Sun God's necklace borrowed from Carno was used only once when entering between the Lord God, but it did not make any difference that Carno's Sun God's necklace played an important role, as Rifia was able to ramble around from the beginning, hit the lead and unfold the wind's magic on the Sun God's throne.
The Ishurs then withdrew among the Lord God and were led to the adjacent chief clergymen, to the modest room dedicated to the high priest.
That room, where only the high priest of the cathedral church could enter, was laid on the floor with an old carpet, thought to be from Bermula, with walls and slabs, chairs, small desks and other furniture of good quality, and a hanging candlestick with decorations, a chandelier, hung on the ceiling. It was a luxurious room, not considered a very temple basement.
Ishur was escorted by Mira and Rifia, Sharka, and lay down in the bench in that room for a while to soothe his tiredness.
Mira and Rifia shook Ishur's hand and spoke for a while as they moved the single-handed chair right next to Ishur's sleeping bench, wiping the sweat floating on his forehead and embracing Ishur so as to compete with each other.
When it settled, Mira suddenly began to cry hard on Ishur's chest.
Ishur, who was tired and had begun to fall asleep, woke his eyes in surprise.
"Ugh, Mr. Ishl,... Ugh"
As soon as I opened my eyes, there was a side of Mira that wept and whimpered.
Ishur stroked her softly as she did her hand to her hair.
Suddenly I wondered what had happened at first, but I felt that Ishl could somehow tell why she had cried out by now, when she had killed Bionato to achieve her grief and was full of joy.
When the tension is resolved with a breath, the grief of losing Cerda, and the hardships of all time, will have come to life and blown out all at once.
Mira has always been an underprivileged righteous man, behaving with dignity, without showing any weakness to anyone as the Duke's son. I've been fighting.
"Well done. Mira."
When he heard Ishur's voice, Mira's cry grew louder.
……
Ishur stared gently at Mira. So I felt my gaze and looked up.
Finely trembling Mira's curly blonde hair, with Lifia's face behind it.
For a moment, Lifia lifted her jaw and pointed at her lips, showing a slightly resentful face, envious of Ishl, she smiled gently at the sieve, narrowing her eyes and looking at Ishl lovingly, then dropping her gaze at Mira.
Sharka, standing in the corner of the room back to her usual faceless expression, is also weeping a glimmer from her eyes.
Ishur glanced at Sharka like that for a moment, and when she glanced at Rifia again, she laughed as she dragged her.
Do I look gentle, like Rifia, too? Could it be done?
Right next door, Mira's crying voice continues.
While the Ishurs rested in the basement of the cathedral, neither the cathedral nor the royal castle, no, the whole holy capital became a fuss up and down. The main tower of the cathedral suddenly disappeared. The sight naturally stopped in the eyes of the inhabitants of the city across the canal, the many pilgrims who had gathered during the harvest festival, and quickly became known to all who were in the Holy Capital.
The liturgy of the Holy Crown was carried out on that day, and it is forbidden for the general faithful to enter the cathedral. All the bouncing bridges on the canal had been raised, sparing the worst of what the city's inhabitants and pilgrims massively pushed over to the cathedral, but they gathered and belled along the canal to gaze at the cathedral, where the giant tower had neglected to disappear.
Ulturo decided to gather to the main temple of the cathedral the head of the temple at the initiative of the capital (Miyako) to inform him of what had happened in the rite of the Holy Crown, in particular the descent of the wind god Yveda.
Decio and the other righteous clerics cleansed between the Lord God, handed over the body of Bionat to Salomon, and pursued him to contact each temple in the Holy City, and various other adjustments.
Salomon, gathered in the Cathedral to marvel at the disappearance of the main tower, crossed the existing forces that had been in the residence of the Duke of Dielard, a nobleman and his private soldier of the self-styled and Prince Luffraid faction, and took two of Luffizuo Dielard and the five princesses of Aggio Sandelini, who had taken a riverboat from their abode, into the royal castle that afternoon.
Upon entering the castle, he defeated the Knights soldiers of the Kings and the court magicians, who still continued to resist, and entered the Tower of the Sun God with the bodies of the Royal Palace and the Rear Palace in his immediate possession and at the same time carried in, safely inheriting the Holy Shield of Irbez.
Before entering the castle, Salomon appeared alone during the rest of the Ishurs.
When Salomon entered the room, he spoke gently to Mira, who had already regained his composure, "Good day, Mira," with a glistening grin, standing in front of Ishur, who was lying on his bench.
Salomon had already finished the battle by wearing a deep blue wobbly cloak with long hemmed chainmail and shins, shoulders, hands, etc.
Earlier, the Ishurs took over Bionato, and the defeat of the Kings has been decided. Both Ishur and Mira saw that Salomon was about to come to the final battle, to destroy and control the remnants of the Kings who would lead the gestures and cage them in the royal castle, to obtain the throne of the House of the Holy King.
Salomon said with a bounced voice as he placed his hand on Ishur's shoulder and pressed it against him as he tried to get up.
"You did it, Ishur"
Salomon's smile is dazzling.
"Immediately gather the royal family and identify the body of Bionato. He's been using Irbez's Holy Shield, so I'm pretty sure he's in person..."
Ishur thanked me, and as soon as I said and nodded, I said the most important thing I cared about.
"If you've been using the Holy Shield of Irbez, I'm pretty sure that's my father... From now on I will bring the body of the Father into the Tower of the Sun God and inherit the Holy Shield. After that, as you say, let's gather the royal family together and let them judge."
Salomon turned to Mira and continued, saying:
"I'm leaving Luffraid at the Duke's residence. I'll call you when I have the royal palace and the rear palace, so please do me a favor then."
"I get it. Salomon."
When Mira agreed comfortably, Salomon looked at Ishur again, and no, now he has turned back even more and put his face closer to Ishur.
When Salomon removed the armor of his right hand, he largely accompanied Ishur's jaw with its thin fingertips to try to lift it well.
"I hear the wind god has descended, Ishur. Did you summon him?
Salomon dwells an inexplicable light in his eyes and tells him to whisper with a feverish voice.
"Yes, no..."
Ishur replied a little bitterly.
This is... bad...
"Isn't that wonderful?...... Ishl"
Salomon's sweet whisper. Its eyes glow demonically.
Come on......
Ishur slipped his throat unexpectedly.
The face of a man now looming in front of me. It's as beautiful as a sieve of fear.
... the women of the court who fell on this man's side. All of them were overwhelmed.
to this fever......
Do you want it so much? About me.
On the left side of Salomon, Mira, sitting deflected from her seat towards Ishur's head, stood silently.
"His Highness Salomon"
On the right side of Salomon, Rifia, who was deflecting her seat in Ishur's footsteps, said in an unchallenged, quiet voice.
Salomon takes his gaze off Ishur and turns to Rifia.
Lifia's cool eyes await Salomon.
……
Rifia and Salomon, they are silently gazing at each other.
Ishur took a slight breath.
There's an invisible spark between them.
Unidentified pressure also blows from Mira. It is directed at Salomon......
"Hmm.... disadvantaged situation"
Salomon took his gaze off Rifia when he could hear or not around him or squealed in a slight voice, waking up his upper body and away from the side of Ishur.
"It will still take a few days for the Royal Palace to settle down. Ishur, will you wait until then? I must officially thank you and the Holy King for this occasion."
"Wow, I get it..."
When Ishur nodded, Salomon now smiled soberly, "I'll see you later. excuse me" and left early enough to refrain.
"... ugh"
Mira grates her shoulders and breathes.
"It was really dangerous."
"You're quite dangerous. I thought they'd take Ishur."
and a thin, grinning rifia.
Whoa. What's that? I was about to be taken, or something. What's that?
Ishur didn't put it in his mouth and say anything.
If you stick it in poorly, you can do this one. Mira will be joining us.
I shall not have listened to what Lifia has to say.
"Shall we go home? No problem if you just walk anymore."
Ishur got his body up as he said, and rose on his own from the bench.
……
Both Mira and Rifia come from both sides, putting their hands on Sassy Ishl's arms.
We're both silent. Their only noticeable feelings are conveyed by their eyes.
Now the mental fatigue also subsides, but the strong drowsiness that accompanies it is rather tougher.
It's called Salomon's attitude earlier, and I feel it's dangerous to stay in the cathedral for a long time. Wouldn't the Church be trying to put us under house arrest for some reason?
As for the descent of Yveda, Mira and Rifia naturally asked the most questions. But Ishur decided to refrain from explaining it here and now, "Let's go back to the Duke's mansion for more information. It's not necessarily like there's some kind of eavesdropping trick in this room.
Mira and Rifia also seemed to see Yveda, and they seemed to know that Ishur used some powerful magic, and then went on to know that Yveda blew up the main tower, but they still didn't seem to know until what conversation Weathergod and Ishur had. That would be the same for the Ulturos who were in the same place. Even they will want to know what interaction there was between Ishur and Yveda. Very, no matter what.
... What did you talk to Yveda about? That's that my magic fixture can't contract with the Spirit, that instead it seems pretty unlikely but I can summon Yveda herself, except for these two things, which have been seen by those who were there, and I don't mind talking if it's roughly...
"... right"
"We will."
Rifia and Mira in Isul's "Time to Go Home," where they both nodded, knocked on the door between the refrains, and now Liberio Adani, the great priest of the righteous, who was also present at the rite of the Holy Crown, was led into the room by the boy's apprenticeship cleric.
"No, there's a big commotion up there. Sorry to keep you waiting. Lord Bersh, I wonder if you'd like to join us."
Liberio has spoken to Ishl with a gentle smile, as he did before when he lowered the apprenticeship clergy, not to his nervous, sharp, angular face.
"Thank you for your concern, Liberio. Ishur, you're feeling a lot better. I think it's time for us to step back to the mansion."
Quicker than Ishur answers, Mira breaks in without a shred of talent.
"Hmm. Thank you Lord Bersch for your hard work this time. Now that we are busy, I would like to thank you again later, I will call you when Lord Carno arrives in the capital (Miyako)."
Liberio said without breaking his grinning expression and nodding over and over again.
"Okay."
When Ishur answered, Liberio has said with an even deeper smile.
"No, but I didn't expect Yveda to descend. Exactly amazing, the auspicious thing that has happened since the beginning of Cathedral Church. I myself cannot be more delighted. It is no exaggeration to say that it was the best, happiest time of my life.... by the way"
But Liberio's eyes don't look so smiling.
"I wonder what conversation Lord Bersch had with the Wind God?
For a moment, Ishur ran his gaze to Mira and Rifia.
After all, Yveda's voice, and perhaps my voice, was not heard by anyone else either.
"Especially... they just taught me the magic of the" sword of the wind ""
I don't want it to be too exaggerated and spread, but I can't hide it when it comes to what they see. Besides, this kind of thing can be a hassle later if you deceive it weirdly.
Ishur stayed put and explained that Yveda used Malefioa as a practice bench to teach me the great magic.
"Well..."
"Hmm..."
With Mira and Rifia holding back, I raise my admiration.
"That's great.... you mean the cathedral's main tower blew up then too"
"Heh!?
Ishur looked at Liberio in a slight face.
There appears to be no particular change in Liberio's soft smile.
Hey, I think it's going to be a bad development. This is dangerous......
"Oh, that's not true!
Ishur talked about why Yveda blew up the main tower of the cathedral with a quick mouth.
Yveda only blew up the main tower to show Ishur the power of the sword of the wind.
"Ha ha."
Liberio laughed out loud when he heard Isul explain.
"That is the god of the wind, who does what we cannot and cannot do."
"That's right. I was surprised, too. Ha."
Ugh......
I'm not lying. I told him as he was. I was really surprised then...
Ishur felt like a cold sweat had blown out, waved his hand around his forehead and said to himself.
"Yveda, I can't help what you've done. If that is a miracle of God, it is rather gratifying to the Church"
Liberio smiled again and nodded again and again.
"But..."
Liberio clouds his face.
……
Ishur felt his heart pounding.
"As I'm sure you know, the church doesn't have any money. No, how long will it take to rebuild that great tower once and for all?"
Liberio did his hand to his jaw and did his trick to conceive.
"How do I construct the cost…"
Ishur turned bright blue and stiffened his whole body.
Chi, wait a minute. Oh, it's none of my business. Because Yveda did it.
...... can't you say it doesn't matter at all?
Yveda came down for me and blew up the main tower of the cathedral to show me the awesomeness of the sword of the wind...
That is.
This is not good.
Let's get out of here. We've got business to run. Let's just get some free time from the Holy Capital......
"Ishur? The color of your face..."
Mira peeks from the side.
She's just purely worried about me. I haven't noticed Liberio's intentions. More likely than not, she considers the disappearance of the main tower from the edge to be something the wind gods did, something entirely different from myself.
"Right, Ishur. And you look pale."
Refia says it in a slight fashion.
"You're shaking a little, aren't you?... this room, it's a little cold."
This guy did it on purpose. This guy is telling me.
That I am deeply involved in the disappearance of the Cathedral Tower. Worst of all, I'm going to have to pay for the replacement, that none of that is possible.
A tremendously beautiful girl teases me with a niggle......, nothing gets me more grumpy and then irritated.
……
Why me? Is there such a tragedy?
It's a lot of money to pay just a fraction of the cost of building a cathedral. You can never give it back even if it takes a lifetime......
Ishur was flabbergasted by a deep sense of despair.
"Well, anyway, as far as the descent of the wind god is concerned, in our diocese, the Inquisition will be held as soon as possible"
Liberio squeezed his expression and said, lowering his voice.
Inquisition, and...
Ishur opened his mouth unexpectedly. My complexion gets even worse.
"Oh, that's"
"Uhm...... The Inquisitor was probably returned from Krembel, Lord Carno, but the witness told Lord Ishl --"
"Testimony?"
"Uhm. And me and Ulturo, Desio, I wonder if that means"
"Is that an interrogation, rather than a debriefing?
"Well, that's the thing. For the Church it is only an inquisition, though. We have to verify for once whether the one we saw was really Yveda. No, it has to be finalised. As a cathedral church, whatever happens today, we have to keep it as an official record."
That's not all. From now on, the Cathedral Church will be bulled by the righteous. They will make Bionato a traitor, summing up what happened on that occasion and laying down the official views and assessments of the Church.
"Just one thing, that the other red jade stone that Master Bionato had was fake, that Malefioa seems to have a real red jade stone. This is all I need to say so far, I want to keep it to myself. I won't even touch you at the Inquisition, so I intend to."
Liberio said with an even harsher look.
"I see..."
Ishur told me to be a strange face and squeal. Hard air also drifts from Rifia and Mira.
Certainly a matter I would like to keep a secret for the Cathedral Church.
"I understand, Master Liberio. Let us swear not to say anything else about it."
He took a step forward from the side of Ishur in such a way that Mira represented him together, and said it with a mouthful that he proclaimed.
And I will testify before the Inquisition.
"Uhm."
Liberio nods in a satisfied face.
"Then I will testify, if necessary."
And, Refia.
"Mm-hmm. Very good. Good to see you, gentlemen."
Liberio smiled and said.
Refia is briefly introduced to Ulturo and others as they retreat from the Lord God.
Neither were they surprised to hear that Rifia was the “arrow of the martial arts" of that Ladis kingdom border uncle house, but they did not see it as a particular problem and accepted it because of Ishur's friend.
For the diocesan Church it does not matter if you are a believer or an exotic person, and now during the harvest festival in the first place, there have been many pilgrims from other countries gathered in the Holy City.
This will keep you in the Holy Capital longer and you may be a little late on your way to Frontera.
I don't know how effective it is, but let's still hit some kind of hand. That the Inquisition and the doings be held as soon as possible, so that they can be concluded in a short period of time.
If we do the Red Jade Stone thing well, we might be able to use it as a bargaining material.
Simply blackmailing, for example, or something like that...
Now Liberio has told Ishur when Ishur does the trick of conceiving.
"We'll let you know when the day is set. I'd like Lord Bersch to stay in the capital until then."
When I introduce Rifia to the Liberians, I tell Frontera that I will return to the Kingdom of Radice. The reason for this is also about the god of the earth, to a lesser extent, I tell him. That's all I can talk about, though, because Petra has stopped talking to me.
"Yes......"
Ishur nodded in a small voice.
I can't help this.
... but.
I can't tell you that the Church is seriously not going to charge me for restoring the cathedral, but it's totally unlikely they're going to use it for rushing stories to keep me in the Holy Capital for a little while longer.
I am the righteous victorious actor, the owner of the magic apparatus of the wind that caused the descent of the wind god, a meritorious man who left Malefioa who emerged among the Lord gods.
Not Salomon earlier, but even the church will want me.
Without buying my anger, they might come up with ideas and plot something that I want to stay in the Holy City from myself, something that makes them think they have to stay... Even if they know that my purpose in leaving the Holy Capital and heading to Frontera involves the gods of the earth.
Maybe I can bring up another red jade stone thing there. Of course, I'll have to look for other stuff......
In the meantime, shall I propose one way for the Church not to worry about the cost of building the main tower?
Even if it's unlikely, the elements that could be dangerous to me need to be crushed first.
"Master Liberio."
Ishur gave Liberio a smile.
"Tomorrow, as planned, will you open the cathedral to the pilgrims?... in that state."
Now the Tower of the Lord is blown up, and there is a visible state between the Lord God. As things stand, we cannot very much invite the faithful to the cathedral.
"Um, I haven't decided on that yet...... I'm in the middle of covering and hiding the perimeter of the hole with a cloth because now there's a big hole and I can see the whole thing between the Lord God when I peek from above."
"Really? If you can hide between the Lord God, you can open it from tomorrow as planned. All you have to do is move the statue of Yveda in the temple in front of the Cathedral Square and tell the public what happened today in front of it."
Ishur grinned deeper there and said distorted.
"When Yveda destroyed the ancient demons, it was for that reason that the cathedral tower also blew up.... At this point, I don't think I can help but have some foot color. And with them, we summon the passages of the wind god written in the Scriptures. Then I was wondering if I could accept a stop at cathedral restoration."
"Oh, my God, come on..."
Liberio looked surprised.
"Since there was also a wind god descent, why not extend the Thanksgiving period by a few days?
There's more. I need help collecting money.
"Now when Thanksgiving is over, you can gather the city's inhabitants in all the temples of the Holy Capital and do the same. If possible, you can do it in all the temples of the continent. Whatever it is, it will be an auspicious event since the beginning of the church."
Ishur was in danger, rubbing his hands together and gaining momentum.
Would Yveda be mad if she found out about this?
No. The gods, especially she won't have any emotion for that.
They will not have a single interest in the trivial things of humans. That's what the gods are for.
I'm just one of those people...
"Pfft."
Black stuff mixes with Liberio's soft smile.
"Lord Bersch, I heard good things about this. The building of the main tower is fast, and the eyes and nose will rise."
"That's good."
To this extent, any merchant in the city would come up with it right away. Great people in the cathedral like to grow up.... but if we do it right, it's gonna be a huge amount of money. I'm sure.
"Ha-ha-ha."
Liberio can't stop laughing out loud.
"Ha ha."
Ishur also laughed out in his voice so as to match Liberio.
Now the cost problem is solved!
Now I'm out of another new crisis.
Sometimes right between the Lord God, Dos. Two men laughing black.
Mira and Rifia grinned lightly but pinched Ishl and exchanged frightened glances at each other.
The Ishurs then came out of the north vice tower of the main temple to the earth.
For a moment when I go outside, my eyes glare at the light of the sun. The sun had already tilted Jomtien slightly west.
From the modem between the Lord God came up the stairs, through lavish passages like carpeted palaces, to the decoration of wooden and stone slabs with geometric relief.
When the priest who guided him pulled him inside the tower, Ishur tried to go to the place on its south side, where the main tower once was.
Turning to the back of the north tower, it was already covered with bright beige canvas. By the way, multiple clerics attach to it, reinforcing the ropes that bind the cloth, and piling earthbags at the bottom of where they brought it from. Outside it were cleric soldiers lined up at regular intervals.
... That probably uses a large tent to use for camping. Surely now, we can hide the Lord God's between us from the eyes.
And on the inside, you start restoration work from the ceiling between the Lord God?
"It's kind of like a subway or building construction."
Ishur, in his mouth, groaned bossoftly.
"That's right, you're responding fast," and so on, behind Mira, looking at the vanished, canvas-covered spot of the main tower with Sharka in a difficult face.
The colour of fear has not yet disappeared on Sharka's face. It must also be important for the Spirit to meet the gods in person. Not to mention if it is a god of a different lineage than it is itself, it may be a subject of fear as well as men.
"But that's brilliant. There is no scratch on the secondary tower lining the north and south. The windows aren't broken either."
Lifia looks up at the North and South towers and is impressed.
"Can Ishl? Same thing."
"No. You can't do that when you blow up the whole main tower."
Even if it's not a problem to blow Malefiore off every main tower, it's hard to say that it's intact to the windowsill of the secondary tower.
"Right..."
Lifia turned her gaze towards St. Pattandale's Hall across the street. Her eyes reflect the blue sky with nothing ahead.
"Dreaming or presenting (depressing) about too many events, I still feel like I'm in a dream I can't remember... I could clearly see the magic of Ishur's swinging sword tearing that sky in two."
"Well. You didn't look like me. Now, Ishur, show me too."
Mira makes sure she snaps and wraps her hands around Ishl's arm.
"Ugh, yeah."
Among the Lord God, Mira was in front of my left diagonal. From that position, you won't be in sight unless you turn your neck. At that time, everyone but me couldn't move, so she couldn't see that light, it would be.
But the sword of wind...... Indeed Yveda is right, it is very unusable in action at this stage. We need to train now. Faster activation and so that the power can be adjusted.
What matters, among other things, is how weak it will be. Just swinging it backwards and backwards from the lower section, a vast amount of wind magic condenses, releases, and breaks through the atmosphere.
"But you're right, Lord Mira. You can have a great experience with Ishur."
Lifia smiles at me.
"What. Oh, I guess so"
Ishur, who was thinking, panicked a bit, becoming a shabby, up-and-coming voice.
"The next thing I see is meet Petra's Spirit, and then become a god of the earth?
Lifia glanced slightly at Ishur's left hand back, diving into her voice and listening.
There is a grin on Lifia's face. Not many of her words, I guess, include jokes.
But surely the next goal is to find Malefiore's body and recover the other red jade stone from that monster. And it's about getting the magic of the god of the earth.
The Petra thing will definitely get involved in that, too.
For a moment in Ishur's eyes, the figure of an old man nestled in the rain rises.
What was that? It's just an illusion, or...
If we meet the covenant Spirit of Petra and put the magic of the god of the earth in this hand, will the answer also be revealed?
"I'm sure you are. We may see Womeo, the god of earth, next."
Mira says right from the side.
"Maybe so."
Ishur answered briefly, in a low voice.
……
"Well, great crowd"
Mira looks across the canal and squeals.
Leaving the main tower trail covered with canvas and exiting into the square in front of the cathedral, the other shore of the canal was surprisingly covered with crowds of people.
The cathedral's strangeness brought the city's inhabitants and pilgrims together across the shore.
Today is the day the rite of the Holy Crown takes place in the Cathedral, and this side of the canal, also the Royal Castle Outline, is not open to the general inhabitants of the city or the pilgrims. All three bouncing bridges on the canal are raised.
A series of countless river ships are pushed over the surface (all of them) by people's whimsy.
"Let's go"
Ishur stretched the circle of sensation around him, still beginning to recover, in an unceasing drowsiness.
... This is not the only way people are bothered yet.
Out on the road along the canal, many river ships bordered the north and south of the cathedral, especially around the Duke of Dielard's residence, and the square in front of the mansion had been landed with soldiers, horses, water and food and other supplies.
"Looks like they're gathering soldiers from Castle Sandelini."
"Backup."
"Estofol Castle is huge. After holding down the royal palace, we'll deploy the collected troops north and south of the castle to push them straight from west to east and to the edge of the royal castle while oppressing the remnants of the Kings."
Ishur explained that to Rifia.
Once we hold down the stronghold, we will deploy the increased fighting force to the horizon, searching all parts of the castle, and pushing the remaining rebel forces from the west to the eastern edge.
I can't wait if they do guerrilla activities in a large castle or something. Operation Roller would be effective if you were to cat it all at once, but that would require troops.
Now that Bionato has been killed, it will be easy for Salomon to hold down the main part of the Royal Castle, but that would be the most suitable way to take complete control of the entire castle in a short time.
Salomon is probably still gathering strength because he thinks the same thing.
……
Lifia smiled and let Ishl snort at her.
Mira also smiles and looks up at Ishur's face.
Perhaps they were thinking the same thing.
The Ishurs began walking north on the road along the canal towards the Duke's residence.
Regardless, Ishl overflowed with black capes in bright red dresses, Mira with a halbert in one hand, a delicate frilly white blouse in a short cloak with a wine red hem, black leather boots in her chiseled tea trousers, and rifia with a long sword hanging at her waist, two beautiful girls, women in maids who were far taller than a concurrent man, Sharka, and those who stood out when they did it, but who often attracted the attention of clerics and aristocratic messengers with bundles of rolled paper, servants of lower work with crates and wagons loaded with rolled canvas and wood, and others hurrying down the road.
The square in front of the Duke's mansion was overflowing with many soldiers and horses, piled up everywhere there were also barrels, crates, etc., and the noise of the soldiers' anger, horse hissing, and the rubbing of their weapons rang and rang.
In front of the gate of the mansion he was mixed with knights, servants and soldiers entering and leaving, and he saw the people of the Duke's house, whom he had seen.
I can also see Rabena right next to it, Pilsa and Puri twins behind her, Lucia on Nelly a little further away, the liaison role of the Temple of Adele, and Katka's face, including Dario, the Knight Commander.
I guess they all came out in front of the gates of the mansion, strangely in the cathedral, at the mercy of the soldier horses.
"Ishur!"
"Ishl......"
Did they also acknowledge Ishur's appearance, when Pilsa and Puri call Ishur's name?
Ishur smiled and waved lightly at the twins, but it caught his eye that the distance between Dario and the rabena standing beside him was strangely close.
I wonder if those two stuck together.
Has Rabena finally fallen to Dario's push?
Rabena was also officially Ruffizio and Romeo's squire, half the escort, to an escort dedicated to the Dukes and Couples living in separate mansions, so they were less likely to face each other in the wide mansion.
The Ishurs began to walk in front of the gates of Dario and the other standing Duke's mansions when they did so with ten captains in front of them, or soldiers led by a knightly man who began to form about twenty queues.
Pilsa and Puri join hands as usual and rush to Ishur.
At that time, Ishur felt his little magic rise for a moment on his right, turning his face to you.
Mira and Sharka, who were on Ishur's right, have already turned their faces to the same side.
Lifia, who was on Ishur's left, also notices. The air drifting from her makes me nervous.
Pilsa and Puri stopped perfectly along the way.
The man comes straight from the north of the square, from the side of the royal castle, to the Ishurs.
Knights, soldiers and squires crossing the square, blocking sight. In the meantime, we spend the moment using the magic of acceleration, disappearing, and every time we manifest ourselves, we approach the Ishurs, one by one.
Its appearance hidden in the shadows of the soldiers. Under a black cape, a woman wearing a deep blue dress and an elongated magic wand.
"Anabel Ballord!"
Ishur gazed sharply and spoke the woman's name.
"Oh, you're still alive."
A red witch paid behind her hands on that luxurious blonde.
"You're not running away? If you're in the Holy City, you'll be killed soon."
"We haven't gotten away yet. You know why, right? You would."
Blue hair with watery eyes. The face smiles faintly.
"I didn't care about kings or princes or anything like that. I just followed your grandfather's instructions. And yet I can't believe it suits me like this... I really pulled the poor lottery."
Anabel Ballord slowly extended her left hand behind her cape.
The one held in that hand that gets out of the hem of the cape.
She has pointed the dagger pattern at Mira.
"That's not like you, Annabelle. You were betting on the victory of the Kings, weren't you?
Mira did her right hand to her mouth and smiled lightly in its shadow.
"You're always lying. That's why it was always so easy to understand. All you have to do is believe the opposite of what you say. Were you aware of that?
Mira's eyes narrow cold.
"Is that knife serious, too?
Nelly and Lucia make a quick move through between the soldiers and stop by Annabelle's side.
……
Annabelle smiled lightly and glanced at Nelly and Lucia and suddenly threw the knife at Mira's foot.
What strength was Annabelle's thrown knife, upon the bedrock of Mira's footsteps, profoundly pierced her.
"It's true. I will spare you time from this country after I kill you."
"Yes."
Mira offers her right hand in front of Sharka.
Sharka gave Mira a knife out of her hand just to see where she had it.
Mira crawls her left fingertip on the blade of the knife, making it look like she's gonna throw it at Annabelle or not.
"Hurry up."
Annabelle wrinkled between her brows and said briefly.
"Fine. I pity you."
Mira threw the knife at Annabelle. The knife also pierces Annabelle's footsteps deeply.
Annabelle is surrounded by enemies. If Mira does not receive her duel, she is doomed to be slain on this occasion, when she was a king's runner. No matter how powerful the earthly magic is with the magic equipment of the martial arts gods, nothing will be possible in this situation where we are in Nelly, Lucia and the twins, Rabena, and even Dario.
Dario's figure, buried under a blow with heavy slaughter, burns in his eyes the assassin who attacked him on his way to the Temple of Adele on every light rainy night. The title of his Duke Knights Commander is not Dade.
Yet Mira decided to take Annabelle's duel application.
If Mira and Annabelle were to take one hit, the situation would change. Even if Mira is better at strength, isn't Annabel one good at the ingenuity of the fight itself? That woman uses any dirty hands without hesitation.
Drowsiness, perhaps from mental fatigue. I still have the all-body whimsy, but I can use magic if I'm not already. Somewhat recovering. I can kill him instantly if he's alone.
……
Ishur accidentally tried to get out in front of Mira.
"Wait, Ishr"
There Rifia grabbed Ishl's arm and stopped him.
"With the Spirit, Lord Mira can definitely win."
Rifia nodded one thing to Ishur, who glanced at him with a harsh gaze.
"Trust her. It's important to believe in the power of your people."
I don't doubt Mira's strength. But......
"Shall we begin?"
When Mira said so, Annabelle grinned lightly and instantly flew back about ten steps.
The soldiers who were surrounded by the two appearances have already opened their distance, and some have stopped their hands, stopped their feet, and watched silently how things were going.
Mira stabbed Hulbert on the ground with his tip down his ear as Annabelle jumped back.
When that halbert emits heat and red light, it sinks into the ground and disappears.
……
"... ho"
Ishur took his breath unexpectedly, and Rifia gave a small, admirable voice.
Mira's Hulbert disappeared into the ground. Its shape disappears and instead the magic of gold (kane) covers the surrounding ground.
"Knock..."
A rushing color floats on Annabelle's face.
Her magic prevents the magic of earth from passing through the ground.
"Sharka!"
Meanwhile, Mira lowered her face when she spoke to Sharka, who stood behind her, and spoke briefly of some chant.
"O my Spirit, give me the power of steel..."
"My God, Vilodo. Fit the armor of the iron heart into one with me..."
Sharka also begins chanting at the same time as Mira.
"That's..."
Ishur groaned small when he saw how the two were doing.
Is that a double chant...?
"That's a kind of shortened chant."
I hear a squeaking voice from the side of the lifia.
"Become...!?
Ishur then looked both ways in amazement.
At the moment when the two chants were over, the figure of Sharka disappeared and the treasure of the Duke of Dielard family, the "Armor of the Iron God", Mira's magic fixture, appeared. And the armor distorted its shape when it emitted red, and when it collapsed to melt, it became like half liquid, swirling, and began to spin.
The red glowing, melted iron ring eventually turns yellow, emitting white light to increase its rotating speed, and disappears with every brilliance of its magic.
But shortly afterwards, Mira reaches out horizontally with both hands, while the vortex of light reappears so that it envelops her.
Mira's figure disappears into that vortex. and the swirls of light disappeared into intense flashes.
The brilliance of dazzling magic.... When I opened my eyes, which I had unwittingly meditated on, the armor of the Iron God changed its original shape and covered Mira's body.
Torso armor spread over Mira's red dress on her shoulders, caged hands, and skirt shapes was worn on her feet with a shin and iron shoe armor. And she had a long sword hanging on her hips.
Her armor and sword glowed golden with powerful magic. Sharka is nowhere to be seen. Along with the armor of the iron heart, Sharka had changed its appearance to a new armor and sword fitted to Mira.
Golden glowing armor on her red dress.
The Red Witch put together her golden glowing armor, clad her sword, and looked even more beautiful and gorgeous reborn.
"This is amazing..."
Lifia once again gives an exclamation.
A twist rises from the surrounding soldiers as well.
Ishur just stared blankly at Mira.
That is...... Transformation?
Um. Someday, I think I saw something similar, more flashy performance somewhere...
But that mighty brilliance of magic isn't just a joke.
Now Mira has become one with her own magic equipment and Sharka, she is quite strong.
viciously.
……
Annabelle looked at Mira and distorted her face with regret.
While she was transforming, Annabelle had retreated about ten more steps backwards, rolling up the ground from the untouchable rear of Mira's magic, causing a large mass of earth and rock to appear like a wall on her own back.
Out of that chunk you can see the hands and legs of several soldiers who either missed the escape or were caught up.
"It's magic you've never seen before."
Annabelle tells me with a distorted face.
She realized that she had been pushed to a decisive disadvantage.
Probably thought Annabelle could win one-on-one, too. That's why she's challenged Mira to a duel.
That, too, made the clouds suspicious.
"Eh."
At that moment, Lifia's figure disappeared from beside Ishur, and soon after there was, he suddenly appeared on the east side of the square, in front of it, where the soldiers were looming in circles. Lifia stood behind Annabelle and broke her way out.
"What!?
After Annabelle turned her face bright blue. She twisted it back and looked across the block of soil and rock she had made.
"Oh, you can't run anymore. Annabel."
Mira smiles cool.
"But even without the help of Mr. Riffia, it will be as easy as yours to clean up as I did with my hands."
"Rifia Behm......, an arrow of martial arts"
Annabelle starts shaking her whole body.
"Come on, what's yours?... I can't believe it. I can't believe you were hiding that."
"I'll keep the trump card till the end. You know better than that. Annabel."
Mira's grin turns into something ruthless.
"You didn't like this character of mine, of my magic appliance, and above all of myself, did you?
……
Annabelle stares at Mira silently.
She hated that straight, serious heart of Mira more than anything else, and the style of a queen who treats everyone sincerely, or perhaps sparingly.
"How do you feel now that you've done such a thing to me as if it were you? How about that?"
"Ugh, this..."
For the first time on this occasion, Annabelle revealed raw anger emotions on her face.
She leans down and whispers something.
Then there was cancer, and the cracking sound of the rock, and the horseback riding statue of the old hero or first king, which was on her right, moved out of the pedestal as if it were a creature.
Whether the statue of the living horseback is inhabited by the covenant spirit of Annabel, he shines his colorless magic and stands directly in front of Mira and points his sword at her.
Annabelle simultaneously produces in the air something like a spear of pointy rocks one after the other from a mass of rocks piled up behind her.
Mira didn't move on the spot, just let her wave one hand hard.
Moments later, the footsteps of the horseback riding statue, the magic that glowed red from the ground, blew out, from the bottom to the top, instantly covering the horseback riding statue with a film of metal heated.
The stone horse riding statue lost its magical glow and was completely stationary.
…… ……
Annabelle shouted unspeakable anger, releasing a rock spear floating in the air towards Mira at the same time.
Then Mira's figure disappears in an instant, and all the rock spears are crushed in the air in front of her.
Fast!
As countless finely crushed rocks poured around him, Ishur combined his hands to slap each other in front of him, forcing him to activate the magic of early sight.
With a slight headache, the signs of people's movements disappear from the surroundings, and a series of various sounds drift away.
Mira was about to smash the rock barrier Annabelle had turned from behind herself to the front and into the back of it. Because of its little, but as if it were a heavy tank, it was destroying and crushing everything around it.
At that time, Annabelle, who seemed to be in the direction of Mira's progress, appeared on Mira's left. She activated the magic equipment of the Martial God, the magic of acceleration, and suddenly moved to the side of Mira.
Annabelle was pointing the magic wand in her right hand at Mira, cutting the magic of acceleration and trying to activate some new earthly magic.
Mira's in danger! And I thought, she reacted to Annabelle's movements at a speed that I just thought she was using the magic of acceleration no matter what she saw, and twisting her body sideways on the spot protruded her own right arm toward Annabelle.
The flash ran, at a high speed unknown even to Ishl's eyes, the long, pointed tip of the red-burning metal pierced Annabelle's flesh.
The duel between the two followed Keri in that moment.
Mira walked out toward Annabelle, who collapsed on the spot as she put a long stretched metal spear in the back of her right arm.
Mira didn't pull out her own sword. Annabelle, I guess you didn't even have to pull it out.
Ishur also cuts the magic of early sight and hurries to Mira.
"Goodbye, Annabelle"
Mira threw blood out of her mouth and looked down at Annabelle, who shivered fine.
"You always do that. It's easy to understand."
If you keep fooling one, it will all become visible sooner or later.
Truth is keeping its back surface perfectly close together.
If fiction doesn't make sense, then nothing disappears when it becomes known as a lie.
From Annabelle's eyes staring powerlessly at Mira, the light went out.
"Master Ishr!
Mira jumps into Ishur's chest.
"Oh, well done. Congratulations, Mira."
Mira is the winner of the duel. Ishur gave her the words of blessing.
But her hugging powers are strong...... The armor that hits me eats into my body......
Mira's trump card was certainly a powerful one. Combined with Sharka and her own magic equipment, she is "transformed” and quite strong. The better we fight, the better we can fight each other with Refia.
Ishl's vision shows Nelly, who was about to hug Mira, eating a shoulder watermark and holding it in her hand, hitting a lump of rock with Annabel, a submerged irregularity (diaper), and then jumping over to see Riffia heading this way.
Twins and ravenas approach from the gates of the Duke's mansion.
All the soldiers who were in the square are sitting on the spot in horror.
"... oh"
I heard a loose voice between Mira in Ishur's ear.
Turning around, Lucia dropped her hips on the ground and was snuggling together the maid clothes that Sharka was wearing.
From the horizon that spreads around, the black shadows of the mountains and castle towers that float there, as the white shining veil rises, it rises sky-high and everywhere.
Eventually the veil of its light turned the earth and swallowed the mountains and buildings floating on the horizon, pushing it this way.
Doom. The world is about to end.
As the white wall of light passes in front of you, the area is stained bright white, projecting harmonious blown monochrome footage in strong contrast.
It is the video of Bionato blowing blood out of his mouth, the face of Lifia weeping, the beauty of Mira gasping at night of the moon, the moment of Emilia's death…, eventually disappearing when different footage flows at an unstoppable speed in his eyes.
And vision closes to an empty, nothing background.
……
When I opened my eyes, the pattern of the bedroom I was used to seeing spread across the bed.
A dream...
The sword of the wind and something, a dream that seems to be involved.
I must be scared.... that move.
Ishur awoke on the bed as he gently woke up his upper body, one secluded and deeply sighed.
The sun is leaning and the bedroom is stained with light blue.
When he returned to the mansion from then on, Ishur briefly explained to Mira and Rifia what conversation had taken place when Yveda appeared at the rite of the Holy Crown, also by turning in Sharka. There was a call to Mira at the point where the story ended or not, and Salomon, who ensured the safety of the Royal Palace and its surroundings, informed her that Ruffraid, who had stayed at the Duke's residence, had been informed to return to the Royal Castle.
Luffraid took Romeo to his gesture, and Mira as a further escort, and Rifia was asked by her to treat him as a guest of the Duke's house, and returned to the royal castle.
Mira is naturally accompanied by Lucia and Nelly, as well as Sharka, who has returned to her original appearance.
"... Klau"
To a suddenly unpopular mansion, Ishur gently widened the circle of perception and slowly closed it, calling Kraw's name.
"In front of you. Sword Palace."
Kraw showed little brilliance of the wind's magic before Ishl, and when he revealed himself, he drowned his head (Kobe) deeply.
"Thanks for everything, Klau"
"Looks like they fulfilled their petition brilliantly. Celebrating Extremely."
No, a petition would be a little exaggerated.
"I'm sorry, but could you please guard the mansion a little longer?"
Even if the Kings of the Royal Castle were to be suppressed, it would take a little longer to finish the shadow work of the synagogue's Tsim Crystal Cathedral.
The dangerous situation has not yet completely left.
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Looking up at Klau, who seemed more respectful and more ambiguous than usual, Ishur said, slightly distorting his lips.
"Klau, there's so much I need to ask you."
Shall I get down to business then?
"It's easy for you to talk now, isn't it?
Ishur's grin was so loud.
"... I mean, you guys knew from the beginning why my wind magic fixture couldn't make a deal with certain spirits, right?
Klau nodded "um," and went on to affirm Ishl's question.
"Now I won't keep it a secret."
"Yveda, what are the chances that God will summon"
"Isn't that..., shouldn't I expect much"
"Right. I guess so. If you'd responded to my summons, I don't know if you'd do me a favor."
……
Kraw just smiles bitterly.
That Yveda could be enough. "I don't like that," he said, "and there will be a lot of things you won't listen to me. I can easily imagine that.
She says she sees me once and for all, (like my child, perhaps) loving and sweet, but what she says is divine. There's no way you're going to listen to anything I say that's just a person, wheezy.
Then all that magic will be cut off. I believe calling her involves considerable risk, and it would be better to refrain from doing so as much as possible.
"I wonder if it's good to think that if we get the magic equipment of other gods, we can still get protection like wind gods"
"Hmmm...... you don't know that. Because the Sword Palace is the descendant of an old wind cleric... I wonder if the other gods will bring as much favor to the Sword Palace as Yveda."
Ishur looked at Klau's face once again.
You say your mouth is much lighter......
All the spirits I have summoned since Carlitos, the great spirits of pride of power, have clouded their mouths and avoided the topic of this hand.
"So I'm talking about a wind wizard named Leni, who was turned into a wind god."
Ishur stared at Kraw.
"What's that all about? Leni is a real human wizard. Sometimes Yveda was possessed by her, okay? You must have known that."
"I will leave it to the imagination of the Sword Palace if I knew about it. I think it is certain that Yveda possesses the Wizard of the Wind."
"I see, so what about Leni himself? What's her memory like?"
"It is...... Probably not particularly big on the memory of the woman (stomach) with the sword palace. The wizard has a very similar memory of teaching some magic to the Sword Palace."
"Right..."
Ishur now returned to her hometown, with the face of a nostalgic wind wizard girl floating behind her brain.
"... so I guess you've been floating around for a few days now because you already knew Yveda was coming down before me"
My Lord, who worships, descends in his immediate vicinity, which may be like trembling with joy for them.
"Didn't I? Crowe."
Ishur smiled ill-willed and saw the great spirit of the wind.
Then for a few days or so, Ishur had free time.
Ishur told Mira about the situation and walked away from the Holy City for about two days before heading to the Holy Stone Mine alone.
To report to the Emilian sisters and Cerda's grave that they had killed Bionato and brought peace to the Sacred Capital safely.
Mira naturally showed you the sleigh she went to, but if you take her, you'll have more luggage, and you can't go back and forth in very two days. Ishur asked her to refrain from doing so this time and traveled on the ground alone.
Flying through the sky almost the entire itinerary of that round trip, the outbound departed the capital (Miyako) before the dawn of that day and arrived at the Holy Stone Mine that evening.
Ishur first placed Cerda's grave in the cemetery of the unpopular mining settlement, then went to Oomeo's tongue and stood before Emilia and Endora's grave.
Since then, about six months of the moon had passed, and the area that had disappeared into Ishur's wind prison formation was covered on one side, with grasshoppers large and small.
When Ishur pulled out the sword of his father's shapes, he called for a rising wind in the sky, searched for the power to connect that space-time, and handed it over.
A broken sword glows with countless glows and begins to manifest one scale of its endless power.
Ishur exhaled all the time there to unravel the magic of the wind and grate his sword.
The brilliance of light spreads in the evening sky and fades away.
"I offer you this sword of the wind."
If you will, for the righteousness of your faith. I will exhort you to death.
"You two in the afterlife, be happy. Emilia, Endra"
Ishur jumped straight up into the sky and was on his way back to the Holy City.
The day after that, the cathedral informed me that Carno Barriole had arrived at Isle.
"Ishur, you were brilliant. Congratulations."
The venue was one of the ancient towers north of the cathedral, a room of calm coordination, and Carno labored Ishl that way.
"Um, thanks to Lord Ishur, the Cathedral Church has been saved."
and Ulturo.
Once vacant, the General Cleric's seat was to be held again by Ulturo for the next year.
Next to him Liberio Adani has the same soft smile.
"But, Carno, without your help, I would not have worked in the sacred crown ritual of Lord Ishur. Thank you, and forgive me, for this me."
"Dr. Ulturo..."
An old man and a magnificent man who tears with emotion and hands on each other.
……
"Well, how wonderful..."
Mira, who makes her smile stronger and harder on her heart.
Upon being informed of Carno's arrival in the Holy Capital from Krembel, Ishur took Mira to visit the Cathedral.
So you're lucky, I came across a face-to-face of my mentor's gratitude...
Ishur said the two of them were in the way, and this place decided to leave early.
"Lord Bersch, it's nice to meet you at a later interrogation."
When I left the room, Liberio held on with a full grin and told Ishl.
"I wonder what happened."
Desio, standing next to him, called out to Ishur, who went out of the room and stopped his feet on the dance floor in front of the stairs.
Ishur turned around and listened to their bright laughter, heard all the way out of the room.
"Ishur?
Mira, who stands on the other side of Desio, also speaks out in wonder.
"No..."
As Ishur turned forward, he slowly began to descend the stairs.
I don't know. As it turns out, I was probably just being danced on the palms of those three men...
Ishur thought so.
There was an inexpensive bitter smile on Ishur's face.