Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

[Tabernacle] Meet 1

1. Destiny

It was about six months before King Orst Holy King, Bionato, announced his retirement to his minister.

On that day, Mila Dielard went out to the Tower of the Moon God of the Royal Castle, also known as the Tower of the Magic Instructor, accompanied by the Charka of the Covenant Spirit, which was integrated with her own magic apparatus, the "Iron Heart Armor”.

Mira stood in front of the castle building that formed its base, and looked up at the huge tower of heavy, rather than painful, stone piles protruding high from it.

"It's still so funny to see you."

A pal entwined in a dark gray stone pile. The weather is bad today and the capital (Miyako) is covered in cold cloudy skies, even though it is time for the spring to come to an end.

The Wizard's Tower shows a creepy stand-up on a day like this that seems like it could even come out in a nightmare.

……

How long have you had this emotion?

Sharka is faceless and hasn't said anything.

When Mira floated a slight self-derision, she stepped inside the intertwined grey stone castle hall in the same way as the tower of the Wizard.

The hall of the hall directly beneath the tower, the Kanyin door behind its front, is now open.

Once inside, the old castle hall makes the windows dim with few windows, but there is a colloquial room while keeping calm.

There are about ten magicians scattered around the talking room, and one reads some kind of book, writes something like a letter, or speaks in a whisper.

As Mira stepped inside the room, several people who were nearby took their seats and greeted her.

Good afternoon, Mira.

"Long time no see, Dielard."

All of them are older than Mira. Some of them are ten, twenty, and old.

Naturally they care about Mira because she is the son of the Five Nations, the Dielard family. For she is second only to the house of the Holy King.

But that's not all. Some of them are kings and princes, and some of them are talking with their hearts about whether they can draw her into their own.

Mira stared at them with a restless attitude that did not suit her age, and when she did it without difficulty she proceeded to the back of the hall.

Once out of the mansion, this is also a routine tea meal, what ever, how repetitive it has been.

Mira poked at the discourse room, which also went through the door left open, climbing the stairs stretching from the side to the second floor.

Some doors line the south side, the private rooms and rooms of the ancient dragon's magician, and the rooms used for storage - the deepest room at the poke is the magician's chief's office, and Mira walks straight to the room.

……

A silent walk behind Mira conveys a slight hardening of herself.

It's that Madern Ballord in the office. I can't help but be nervous about Sharka. He is, naturally, a powerful wizard who also contends for twelve in the Holy Kingdom.

Mira knocked on a heavy wooden door as she stood in front of the room. In front of the chief magician's office, no guards stand in particular.

"Come in."

I heard an old man creeping through the back of the door.

When Mira entered the room, there was only one Maderne in the room. He sat loosely behind his big desk and glanced at Mira, perhaps with a soft look, when he glanced at Sharka, who followed her into it.

Perhaps, because there was a large window behind him, whose expression turned backlit and could not be clearly seen.

Long time no see, Lord Mira.

Madern has said in a hidden and plundering voice his licence with his hands held with his elbows on his desk.

Good afternoon, Mr. Ballord.

When Mira grinned all shaped, she glanced at the elongated magic wand standing by the window behind the head of the magician sitting in the chair.

One room in a heavy stone hall, cloudy outside and dim inside. Both sides of the room were filled with bookcases, chairs, candlesticks with floors and perhaps magic training, a writing stand as tall as a spectrum table, plus pots and incense furnaces large and small, old paintings and bundles of paper.

Mira silently offered Sharka her right hand as she proceeded mostly in front of Maderne.

Sharka took one roll of paper from behind herself, not sure about her back, and also handed this to Mira silently.

"I'm going to be pulling into the realm for a while."

That's what Mira said and offered her a roll of paper.

"Hmm."

Madern glanced over the text gently as he spread the roll, and when he placed it on his desk, he took a blade pen and signed it, returning it to Mira.

"Thank you, Commander Magic."

Mira smiled when she received the roll.

The scroll that Mira asked the Chief Mage to sign was an application for permission from the Chief Mage to leave the Holy City. On paper had already been signed by Oldino, Duke of Dielard's homeowner.

"But it's a shame someone as powerful as that would pull into the country... shame on you"

The leader of the magic guide put his hands together again in front of his face, slightly glowing his grey eyes.

……

Mira just smiled and flushed the words of the head of the magician.

I am not going to stick my neck in the royal palace.

Mira looked back as she left the office, showing a slight colour of contempt and staring at its heavy door.

The wind crosses the meadow.

The sound of leaf rubbing came a little late, and it dazzled the shadows of the woods, the peripheries, that spread north.

Shall we get started, Sharka?

"Uhm."

Sharka, standing across the street, nods slowly.

The area is dotted with meadows, miscellaneous woods and invisible houses and fields in the woods that extend long beside. If you look back, you can just see the little, toy-like figure of the castle of the Dielard family, the castle of Del Baer, in the distance.

The yang leans to the west, and the cloud herd flows slowly, to the east, like a covering covering.

"O my Spirit, give me the power of steel..."

"My God, Vilodo. Fit the armor of the iron heart into one with me..."

The two stared at each other and started casting spells at the same time.

When the chant was over, Sharka's figure disappeared, and Mira's magic fixture, "Armor of the Iron God," appeared. And that dull silver all-body armor suddenly broke its shape when it glowed red, flowing like a liquid and disappearing with a swirling, dazzling glow.

As Mira stood in front of her, stretching her hands horizontally, a brilliant white light point emerged from her fingertips, and the light instantly enveloped her entire body.

When the flash ran through the meadow and disappeared between the clouds, Mira's whole body was covered in golden armor.

... I'll be there.

…… ……

Sharka's reaction comes through Mira's mind. That is not a clear word. But I know what she thinks, thinks and tries to say, nature and everything.

Mira ran out of the meadow as she pulled out the sword she put on her hips. The figure instantly disappeared in the wind across the meadow.

Eventually several rays of light flashed continuously across the woods stretching north, penetrating sharply through the sky.

Several thunderous sounds rocking the earth from afar were heard folding over.

"Do you walk?"

Sharka calls from behind.

"Yeah. While it's bright"

Mira held onto her own hair dancing in the wind and answered her worries.

A meadow with no one to give it a sunset. The noise of the wind brings in some silence from somewhere.

The overlap of trees that you see today, you walk towards the castle as you follow its slices.

Behind that castle you can see the largest city in the Duke's territory, downtown Del Baer. Del Baer is a city with the government of the Duke, home to the Dielard family's castles and knights, as well as an accomodation town along Del Baer Avenue, which divides the northern streets from Romano to Harnmel.

Mira returned to the territory earlier than usual, also at the recommendation of her brothers, who feared the intensification of the political conflict in the Holy City. I was also thinking of delaying my return to the Holy City a little.

Nobles who have mansions and reside in the Holy City, especially those in the northern part of the kingdom or in the mountains, such as serving in the Royal Palace, often return to their territories during the summer months in a combination of heat and shelter.

Once belonging to the Kings, his sick and ill-footed father Ordino and his mother Angela, each belonging to Prince Salomon and Prince Rufraid, his twin brothers in a heavy role in the Royal Palace, Rufizzo and Romeo, remain in the Holy Capital this year and have no plans to return to their territory. They have never had a face in the castle of the territory in the last few years.

... I don't have anything to do with being in the capital anyway.

Mira dropped her gaze on the foothold stepping through the grass and sighed small.

So far she has remained neutral and does not belong to any faction. He was a court magician but still young, and his father and brothers were anxious, afraid and hated that she would get her neck stuck in a political dispute.

And most importantly, Mira herself had no desire to belong to any faction, to do everything in her power. To the Holy King's family, there was no interest or will in the kingdom's national politics.

A slightly cooler breeze blows through the woods as the sun tries to fall through the meadows.

Mira looked up at the castle.

The castle of Del Veil can be seen as a black shadow with the sunset bathing from behind, protruding from the red-dyed earth.

... You can't do it in the Holy Capital if you're here, you can train magic too.

A powerful magic that unites spirits, magic implements and people, knitted together with Sharka, in a meadow through multiple stretches of hills and trees, where no one is present. It's a secret move that no owner of "Iron God's Armor” has ever been able to make, maximizing the power of a gold (kane) magic fixture in the form of armor. Mira hasn't even kept it a secret from her family yet.

So very holy capital, you can't practice in a mansion. Powerful magical activation and its changing appearance will always gather the ears and eyes of those around them.

The best magic, the moves have to be hidden as a back hand, a trump card. Naturally for a wizard involved in a struggle.

... but does this magic training mean anything to you?

Where, to whom, and for what?

A vain thing that has begun to appear a little bit in my mind over the past few years as I grow from child to adult.

Mira turned a gaze of no emotion, no nothing, at its bottomless spread.

"Mira."

Sharka calls from behind.

"It's okay, Sharka. It's nothing."

Mira turned around and smiled at Sharka to show her.

She's always looking at me. Always beside me. But this is my problem. I have to do something on my own.

The sun set, and with the coming of darkness at night, it was felt that what lurked in this own heart, the unfulfilled gap, widened without bounds.

Mira knew what it was and who it was.

No one will have been more blessed and blessed by God than Mila Dielard, from the time of its birth until now.

She was also born into one of the most prestigious in the Holy Kingdom, and from an early age she has shown her versatile talent for everything from poetry and song music to martial arts and magic to her gentle and distinct personality in her clear brains.

And as he grew up, so did his unusual beauty.

In the capital (Miyako), all the people of the royal palace praised her, and even those of the same five public houses and holy kings at first sight with their families.

Especially the court magicians looked at her demonstrated talent.

One of the things that surprised them was that when Mira turned ten, she made the famous treasure that was passed on to the Duke's house, the "Armor of the Iron God”, her own magic apparatus in its best form.

The armor of the Iron God, as can be seen from its name, is a full-body armor made of heavy steel (haha). Essentially, it is a magic device that is worn and powerful during battle, and not very everyday, usually worn.

Mira's father, his brothers were also spared, rather than a magic fixture dedicated to war (wasabi), which for no one could use in their normal lives. No way are you going to serve the royal palace in that heavy armor, meet and live with people.

When Mira first summoned and contracted Sharka wearing only the armored cage hand of the Iron God, she asked her opinion and ordered her to show it realizing the way she had always thought of it.

It was to possess and assimilate Sharka into the magic fixtures of armor, which were also big and heavy for Mira, and to eliminate the inconvenience of movement while also strengthening Sharka herself. Mira was able to connect with the magic equipment through her and exercise the magic of gold without any inconvenience.

Mira's indicated wisdom. The compatibility, the summoning and covenant of the excellent Spirit, the constant availability of the armor of the Iron God, which was limited in use.

This surprised the court magicians of the House of the Holy King.

The Iron God's armor itself was originally a powerful magic tool, and Mira became, as a natural result, a powerful wizard.

She then remembered the magic of the golden lineage to Benellio Scalforo, a retired wizard of gold who was a court magician, and in about two years became a court magician apprentice the following year.

The young court magician of the House of Holy Kings, the same apprentice, to gain experience, is regularly dispatched to numerous areas of the Warcraft, such as the wetlands of the southern part of the country, which borders the Mediterranean Sea and many rivers form countless triangular states, as well as mountainous areas in the southeastern part of the country, but Mira showed her overwhelming strength even then.

In the following year, when she became a court magician apprentice, she became a formal court magician, and no, on the contrary, she became regarded as one of the most powerful in the court.

Thus Mira has lived a life of the highest blessing for everything, but she herself follows her own growth, blossoming the talents she can possess, while, on the other hand, she can no longer ignore the unspeakable and empty emotions that sprang up in her heart.

... I can do anything. Whatever you do, it's not funny. Boring.

You will get as much as you want yourself, a life of peace and fulfilment that many people want equally.

Or wealth to power. And my best power as a wizard......

Was it a fall for all who possessed talent and overwhelming power?

But she was a wise woman. Mira had the inflexible thought of stopping at a sturdy foundation, peculiar to a wise woman, a large vessel with no bottom, and a combination of tolerance.

I didn't think that anyone with everything would simply get caught up in the trap that someone with a wealth of talent sometimes falls into. That wasn't the only nothingness she embraced.

So what exactly is the identity of Mira Dierard's embraced grief?

She knew right away what it was.

She had managed to find the object who would throw all of herself at the object of filling the vessel with what would fill its lacunae in the depths of her heart.

"Huh!

"Knock."

When a woman ponytailing a brunette with no crust pulls her eartips slightly back, she jumps back and forth at the same time.

Mira grated her hips slightly as she squeezed her own spear, sticking her tip obliquely forward.

Gah, Keane and the low, high noise continue to ring, and the two protruding spears intertwine.

When the ponytail woman stepped back half a step, she was flipping her own spear and sticking out for Mira's footsteps.

"Phew."

The ponytail woman, Narea Sivori, said with a small grin, pulling her own spear.

"So, shall we get this far today? Mira."

……

Mira whispered one silently as she exhaled loudly, letting her snort.

"But that's a waste. Though I like muscle. You sure you want a spear now?

Narea has repeated several times what she has always heard one day.

There are only two maids around, Sharka and Mira and Narea, a painting of a practice field surrounded by trees from north to south.

Mira hand-washed from the maid who came running over and said she would receive a towel.

"That's good."

Mira smiled like a flower petal bouncing as she wiped the white towel by pressing it hard from her forehead to her neck muscle.

"Because we have Sharka. I'm not going to fight on the horse."

"Hmm. Can Sharka ride a horse?

Narea glances at Sharka, who stands for a moment at the edge of the practice field.

The sun is already rising high and pouring the midsummer sun down to the ground. Sharka stands in the sun in her black maid's clothes but not a single sweat.

"Of course. She can ride anything she wants. Maybe even the Warcraft."

"... right"

Narea hammered small.

Sharka is a spirit. If she is compatible with animals and warcraft and has the ability to do so, that's what will happen.

The two cross the praetorian field and walk to the stone hall, which serves as the government building for the Duke's Knights of Del Veil.

Narea Sivoli is the eldest daughter of the Sivoli family with a knightly knight at the minister of the Duke of Dierard family, who also hits Mira's cousin. She served as deputy head of the Duke of Dielard Knights and was also Mira's Master of Manners. Last month, he took turns with Dario, the Knight Commander, who is now on his way to the Holy Capital, returning to the Duke's Land.

She is nearly ten years older than Mira, and last year she took her second son as her son-in-law from a nearby knight jazz family in the Duke's Lands and is married. Due to his high level of competence, including his technique, he was still in the position of deputy chief after his marriage.

"Tomorrow? What do we do?"

She asks me if Narea will still do the spear arch tomorrow.

The two are in a subordinate relationship, but they are also relatives and patterns between their mentors. Unless it's a public (oh, snack) place, we don't have each other's shoulder painful language.

"I want you to take some time off from tomorrow. Cerda's coming to see you."

Mira smiled a little pranky and looked at Narea's face.

Narea grins silently, nodding yeah yeah.

But behind that smile, Mira was a little concerned.

Every time my best friend Cerda Baldi comes to visit Mira's staying castle at this time of summer. I sometimes go to see Cerda, who stays in the same self-government from Mira's side.

Cerda had been informed in advance that she would be visiting by letter a few days earlier, but that writing said something of concern.

Her letter said she was alone and she wanted to talk to me where no one would talk to me.

Always bright, swallowing Cerda doesn't usually say that. It was quite unusual, a little concerned for Mira.

Mira stared at Narea's back going ahead. When I realized it, I was stopping at the spot.

Narea has trousers in the piercing clothes of hemp production, which are too crude for the aristocrats and lords to wear, but are similar everywhere, very standard, as a summer archaeological outfit. Mira wears the same thing.

A hair tied behind her back shakes, and there a wooden shadow on the spot.

"What's going on? Mira."

Narea turned around and spoke to me.

The tip of the spear in her right hand reflects sunlight and glows hard.

The spear is for practice and the tip of the blade is crushed, but naturally if the area is bad, it can cause serious injury. It was used only by the skilled.

"Yeah, yeah. Nothing."

Mira shook her neck to the side and smiled lightly.

"Lunch, why don't you join us today?"

"Yeah, I'll be with you."

To Narea's familiar smile, Mira erased the slightest concern that arose in her heart.

The castle hall at Del Baer Castle is built on the eastern hill, a short distance from downtown, so as to lean against the city.

On the slopes of the hills covered with grass trees, old stone walls and curves are left behind, and a white-walled castle stands at the top of the hills with spirited spires large and small. The south side of the hill has a long gentle slope, and amidst the dots of wood, this also leaves behind the walls of the old days. Inside its walls are warehouses, stables, and servants' quarters, and all that remains is just a grassy vacant lot. At the southernmost end of the walls there is a circle of double buildings that combine the gates of the castle, each at the top of which bears a flag with the crest of the Holy King's house and the Duke's house.

"... I need Mira to help me."

Cerda looked to the side of her face, slightly leaning back and said to those two flags.

And when I waved at Mira standing beside me, she stared at me with a serious look from the front.

"I am an anti-king, a righteous man."

The next day, when Cerda Baldi arrived at the castle of Delbert, greetings to the other Dierards were also there, and Mira took Cerda out to the grassland on the south side of the inner contour of the castle, which was like a courtyard in the castle.

Because I felt like I was in a hurry to talk about what Cerda had written in her letter and what she wanted to talk to me about.

When Cerda was alone with Mira, she began to talk about the politics of the Holy Capital so that she could be hastened by something. That wasn't particularly what Mira had in mind, but what she said was what really stunned Mira.

Cerda described herself as anti-king, righteous.

"Cerda, you..."

A righteous man is a faction that I have never heard of before.

But more than that...

"It's dangerous to be anti-Kings."

Mira blinked and stared back at Cerda's serious face.

The present king Bionato has, in brief, a distinct and understandable duality of light and darkness.

“Ming” is that he is a good king who thinks of folk grass. Bionato has reduced taxes on merchants and residents of the Holy City, albeit marginally, in the past. He has also waived royalties for the Le Goubel Canal to merchants' guilds.

He has also reduced taxes at the time of his assault on peasants in the King's realm, and has also taken serious remedial measures at the time of the plague epidemic and water damage.

Furthermore, he has compressed court expenses and made substantial donations to the diocesan church. For this reason, his reputation is good among the Church and among the people, and he is supposed to gather reverence.

The “dark” one followed, but the first rumor is that there has been a sudden increase in the number of people, both up and down in the Holy City, who have retired or died as they were, on the floor of illness in the great clergy of the capital (Miyako) over the past few years. There have always been black rumors in Bionato that he has kicked down or murdered the nobles and lords of an uninspiring court.

Observations had been made to some in the country that the current king was trying to strengthen his influence over the diocesan Church, along with his substantial donations, after making the court's rule stronger.

However, many of them have no clear confirmation, and all the rumors have preceded them and so far have not been a major problem.

There are now rumours in the Royal Palace that the opposite of the two princes, Salomon and Luffraid, is becoming more prominent around the seat of the next king, but this is also being fought by Bionato in the back.

In other words, Bionato was a part of the country and abroad and was regarded as a king with a strong obsession with his own kingdom and a plot-lover.

... I can't believe Cerda was sticking her neck in the politics of the Holy Capital.

Mira worried about Cerda because Bionato had those black rumors.

"I had my back pulled at first, too. But, Ulturo, meet you..."

"Master Ulturo!?

Mira opened her eyes again in amazement and put her hand on her mouth.

"Yeah, actually, Ulturo is the one who leads the righteous"

Cerda has come up with the name of the head of the righteous.

She then began to talk about how she had joined a faction that she called the righteous.

The beginning of this was that a consultation in Cerda was brought about about about two months ago by the Holy Cleric, a distant relative of the Count Baldi family.

The sacramental priest was a man close to the righteous, deepening his apprehensions about the sickness and death of a great priest, who had happened in a long series shortly, and the influence of Bionato, who pervaded the cathedral. He has asked Cerda to join forces to help the righteous.

That is where the Holy Clergy has come up with the name of the current Chief Clergy, Ulturo Barioni II.

Cerda was astonished, and also summarily decided to help the righteous, out of their positive, lucid character, to see the Chief Cleric in secret at a later date, to get a face-to-face with the other righteous, to know one end of Bionato's conspiracy.

Cerda contacted the two sacramental clerics in the central position of the righteous as focal points and just started their activities.

First Cerda was introduced by them to some of the righteous, to the nobles and merchants of the collaborating Holy Capital.

The face of it was that Cerda, who had been asked about the situation in advance, also had to be inner and dark.

Meetings with the righteous and, strictly speaking, those who cooperate with the righteous took place in a temple throughout the city of the Holy Capital, but on that day there was a celebration in that temple about the old saints of the Cathedral Church, where nobles and wealthy merchants of the city gathered without any suspicion. Cerda was called to the meeting.

The people gathered in the basement of the tower adjacent to the temple were, for example, a girl as young as ten years old from a certain aristocratic son, or an old man who had retired from the emperor many years earlier, with a cane and accompanied by a squire, a well-known wealthy businessman in the Holy City who could represent him, but who was not yet an apprentice.

The attendees were all like that. There was no one in that seat, like Cerda, who was still young or active court magician, who entered or left the royal castle as a direct minister of the king, or who was the lord of nobles and lords capable of decent activity, or an official of the royal palace.

"This is the current state of the righteous," said Desio Buniel, the righteous priest who brought them together with Cerda.

The righteous were formerly mainstream within the Church with forces above the Kings. It was not long before Ulturo became Chief Cleric.

I guess that's natural because it's a faction of the chief priests in office, but eventually time went by, and when the chief priests of the clan retired or died ill with one more, and Ulturo's retirement was taken away, the righteous gradually lost their power, and the voice within the church of those close to King Bionato increased.

But there are still many righteous men in the cathedral, priests close to them, and this is not a situation of pessimism.

The problem was outside the church, the guilds and merchants who were nobles, lords, and lords of the Holy Capital.

If the righteous clerics exhort them in the name of Ulturo, let them drool their heads (Kobe) to pledge their cooperation to what great nobility would be.

But it was an obligatory thing as a believer, only superficial, and there was no one who would devote his future to the righteous, his destiny, with all his might.

The righteous were the fourth and fifth factions to come after kings, princes, neutrals, etc. from the ruling ranks of the Holy Capital, including the Holy Kings and the Great Merchants.

The Cathedral Church has little military power, even if it has authority, and neither has its political power been exercised as a matter of custom.

Cerda's face to face with the righteous nobles and merchants was also a matter of no choice.

After the meeting, the saint clerics of the congregation, Desio and Pierre Bahar, told Cerda, "There is no need to force majority work in the Sacred Capital. One or both of us can trust someone who can handle rough things like court magicians and knights like you, so can we not be one of them".

Cerda understood there why they had solicited themselves and relied on them for that matter.

Bionato's ambitions, which Ulturo told Cerda. No way are the righteous prepared not only to protect themselves from his ambitions, but also not to quit the rough, trying to smash it from the front......

Desio nodded one thing when he saw Cerda become a serious expression and said, "How about a red witch in the Dierard family, your friend, for example".

"Cerda, you..."

Mira looked at Cerda's face as she slightly distorted the edge of her lips.

Of course her expression was, "Didn't those people fool you? He says."

Cerda nodded with a smile similar to Mira's.

"I know that. But it's true they're in so much trouble, and it was the same for you, Ulturo."

Besides, they've spoken very sorry for Selda, and Ulturo's words and actions towards her were sincere and not false.

"So I didn't feel angry knowing the true purpose that those guys had been working against me. That's all His Majesty thought about and was about to do dangerous things. It's only natural that Ulturo should be worried."

"I will be a pawn in the cathedral with you."

Mira lowered her grin and asked Cerda a a serious question.

"What is Your Majesty's thought? Don't you just want to have influence over the cathedral? Ulturo, what are you thinking?"

Cerda hasn't told Mira everything she knows yet.

If you don't get Mira to pledge to join the righteous, you can't tell her everything. Nor had Cerda herself been informed of everything by Ulturo and Decio.

"Still, few people in the royal palace know, it's just a rumor,"

So Cerda began his story, diving into his voice even though there was no need for it, that Bionato was about to leave the throne and nominate a prince of his own accord as his successor.

"But that's crazy."

Mira blocked Cerda's story.

I don't see why you would do something that doesn't make any sense. Bionato is only fifty years old and still unnecessary to do such work with regard to the next king. Or is the person suffering from some kind of illness?

"So it connects with His Majesty's growing influence over the Church."

Cerda gave me a sad grin somewhere.

"It seems His Majesty is about to take one of Salomon and Leflade to the next throne and set the remaining one on the next Chief Cleric."

"That's the thing......"

Mira told me to whisper.

Her little voice disappears to melt in the summer sun and the wind over the walls.

While Bionato was still in his power, he was about to rule both the House of the Holy Kings and the Diocese Church while he was influential in the nobles of the Royal Palace, the Diocese Knights.

Bionato has yet to reveal which of Salomon or Leflaide will be his next king. Perhaps you're going to let the two of them compete until that time when your own mediation, your decision, is most effective.

"I can't talk any more right now. I need Mira to join the righteous. I'm sorry."

The child-faced Cerda let her meditate on one eye adorably there.

"But you've already decided Mira, haven't you?

And Cerda smiles.

"Right."

Mira also smiled back at Cerda and walked slowly towards the castle.

Since the founding of the Holy King's kingdom, the kingdom has been the independence of the royal family and the Church. Bionato's conspiracy to threaten it must be stopped at all costs.

On the other hand, the righteous have little influence over the nobles, merchants and royal magicians and knights of the Holy Capital.

This difficult situation did bring Mira's heart to a boil.

Myself for sending a blessed raw.

I can't have any hope, I've never had a goal before myself......

"Wait a while? Cerda, I'll talk to your father and brother."

"... yeah"

With Cerda's face smiling, he turns forward.

If Mira cared about it, the people of the Dielard family wouldn't be able to stop her either.

The wind sounds over the castle, and the strong sun blinks and dances.

They line up beside each other and walk towards the hall.

Mira found in her own mind a small flame lit.

Thereafter, Cerda stayed at Castle Del Baer for about ten days, went horseback riding with Mira, played in a nearby lake, enjoyed his rural life at the invitation of the Knight Jazz family in the northern part of the Duke's territory, and went back to the Holy Capital first.

Initially, Mira planned to go the same way, but in the meantime she received a letter from the Holy Capital from her second brother, Romeo, telling her to stay in the territory for a while longer.

Other than that, his second brother's letter stated that Cerda's said retirement of King Bionato had been insinuated to some of the nobles serving in the Royal Palace, which could exacerbate the political controversy between the two princes, and that it would be safer to stay in the territory for a while.

It was that some of the nobles of the Holy Capital, mainly the neutrals, would pull into the territory.

Mira once told me that Cerda would not rush to reply, and she followed her brother's advice and decided to stay in Del Vale for a while longer.

Not a small event for Mira, I overheard it some time after the fall harvest festival.

At that time, Mira was having dinner with her aunt Sansheila Dielard, acting Duke Lords, and Castle Delbert owner, her son and his wife Cleto and Amada.

By the way, Sansheila's husband was ill last year and now she was entrusted with the territory, the sister of Duke's lord Ordino.

As usual, that evening was also cheerful with events in the realm and the harvest of wheat, as well as the story of the Red Emperor Ryu sitting on Kusim Silver Mountain in the Kingdom of Ladis, but suddenly on that seat, Narea Sivori, vice-president of the Knights, showed her face.

"Oh, Narea. What's the matter with you?

Sansheila speaks to Narea with a good smile.

"Do you want to stay for dinner?

is Amada, Cleto's wife.

"... what's wrong? Narea."

Saw Narea get a little stuck in the response and Cleto said in a slightly stiff tone.

"Yes."

Narea looked at Sansheila's face and said to Mira. Sure, she's a little nervous.

"There was an anomaly in Ellistar, a city in the northern part of the Kingdom of Ladis. Baron Brigal, who ruled the land, was destroyed once and for all."

For a moment, the air in the supper room freezes.

I don't mind having Narea indoors, so there were some maids in the service. Because about the exotic, it was not so much a matter of secrecy, but its content was quite drastic.

"What do you mean? Narea."

Mira was the earliest responder to Narea's report.

"A boy from the village of Bersch seems to have used the great magic of the wind"

Narea has been telling Mira to look tough.

The village of Bersch was inhabited a long time ago by the retired "sword of Yveda," Baron Lehne Bersch. A boy who used that great magic of the wind is probably one of her and his fellow Bersh, who inherited the magic of the wind from her. I've never been on the surface in a long time, the best magic appliance that exists on this continent, the magic appliance of God.

But why should Brigal be killed? Was there something going on with the Bersch family, the descendants of that windy cleric?

I still don't know how (whispering) I know.

"Narea, I was wondering if you could look into the matter more closely."

Mira tried to get herself on board and told Narea.

"Okay."

There are also shadow workers in the Duke's house. Narea nodded slowly and firmly.

Then about ten days later, the place is a corner of the Knights' squad yard.

At the end of his usual spear archery, on the spot, Narea turned herself to Mira and whispered the whole story about one of the Elstal castles.

“The Sword of Yveda," the death of Lene. The baking of the village of Bersch, which arose over the presence of the magic fixtures of the wind that she owned. And unprecedented flashy revenge by a surviving boy.

Narea has grabbed on to the fact that Brigal's assault seems to involve the massive defeat of the Borderline Bergamot by the Red Emperor Dragon sitting in Kusim.

"Nevertheless, I hear it was a vivid revenge. The baron was speared and exposed to the inhabitants of the city. So at sunrise, the bell of that mansion, where no one was supposed to be, was rang again and again."

"It is...... That boy..."

Mira felt her throat clasp.

I didn't know. I was nervous.

"He's a Bersch clan boy, he's only sixteen years old, and he's the same age as Mira. There was a harvest festival feast in the castle that day, and Baron Brigal was killed in front of an invitee. You're totally planning this. It's called the bell of the Tabernacle, and it may include not only reprisals for burning down the village, but also warnings and intimidation of the flaghead Borderline Uncle and Royal Radice."

"... right"

Mira had not looked into Narea's eyes. I was looking away somewhere.

A great deal of existence appeared.

Boldness, its will, its brains, using the great magic of destroying one of the castles without difficulty and dignifying its transgressions against the great nobles and royalty.

It is unlikely that it is common sense, no matter how much it leads to the Bersch family, which does not seem to be from a peasant in a very peripheral village.

"... it's wonderful."

Mira muttered in a small voice so that it didn't even sound like Narea.

He finally showed up. A mysterious figure who is the same age but slightly outweighs himself.

That's not just something capable. What the boy was thinking, what he was trying to move on, what fate seemed like a world she couldn't imagine at all.

Another thing that happened in the exotic lit Mira's mind, a small flame.

"I will return to the Holy City."

Mira said to no one, yes, with her mouth out.

When Mira asked Narea to continue to look into the boy, she left Del Veil within that day and headed to the Holy Capital.

The invitation by Cerda to the righteous, the court's politics, the new Yveda sword that appeared in Ellistar far away, I don't know why, but it seemed to Mira that those things were firmly linked to lead herself to an unknown, somewhere new world.

Upon his return to the Duke's residence in the Holy Capital, Mira immediately informed his brothers that he would enter the righteous sect, and when persuaded to gain understanding, asked them to root for their parents, to meet our Lord Ordino in full, and to allow them to join the righteous sect.

In the Dielard family, Ordino has already joined the Kings, Ruffizio the Brother Prince, and Romeo the Brother Prince, with a formula that will allow him to survive no matter how the political situation in the Holy Capital changes in the future. But there is no harm in keeping someone in the house with the righteous who cows the cathedral.

That being the case, Mira's co-operation with the righteous was to be recognized.

Mira then wrote to Cerda requesting a visit to the Duke's residence. Mira told Cerda, who had asked the Mansion, that she would join the righteous, and later met with Decio and others, the righteous Holy Cleric.

So Mira was to know the true aim of Bionato, the hand of the demon of Bionato, who sneaks into the cathedral.

That Bionato would compete with each other and destroy himself, and that he would take the still young sons on his flank to the throne, and that he himself was about to become the next Chief Cleric.

that he intends to take direct control of the Holy Kingdom and the diocesan Church himself.

And that he has invaded the continental nations from both military and religious perspectives, uniting the entire continent, with the ultimate goal of reunifying the kings and gods to which the ancient Urks aspired.

If we can know Bionato's ambitions and believe them to be true, there should be no one in the Holy Kingdom, such as those who are not excited about his overthrow.

Mira finally felt her nothingness filled with empty vessels.

Around that time, there was a messenger from the realm to Mira, and he gave Mira a letter from Narea.

The letter contained a detailed account of the subsequent trend of the boy with the magic equipment of the wind.

The boy called his name Ishur, and it was written that he went to Kusim to defeat the Red Emperor Dragon, and then this time murdered Uncle Borderline, only one of him. Borderline Berleyveld Behm was suspected of ordering Burigar to burn down the village of Bersch. He was the last target of Ishur's retribution.

The series of events in which Ishur fought the Red Emperor Ryu and assassinated Borderline Uncle seemed to have Royal Radice moving behind him.

Mira continued to ask Narea to gather information, hiring many hunters until she herself threw her own personal expenses, and thoroughly gathered information on Ishr Bersch.

It is not a human enterprise such as defeating the Red Emperor Dragon. Even if you have the magic of the wind, it's not something you can do very well. They say they have the same fire magic, "dragons."

It was accomplished after he had probably exhausted his knowledge and brought out the essence of the magic fixture of the wind.

I could never have been more heartfelt for Mira. I couldn't believe the people around me were surprised, but I couldn't help but feel sorry for burying them in their normal lives and forgetting their emotions.

Ishur's deeds are exactly the same as those of the great heroes of ancient times. Why doesn't anyone ever think about it and pursue what they dream about when something epic is happening now, whether once a thousand years or not?

I'm sure I think that's something special to me because I've been blessed with everything and I've lived with so much freedom so far that I couldn't find hope for the future.

Mira knew so well about herself.

What if I were born into the house of a single inhabitant of the city, who is not noble or anything? Perhaps he had dreams and hopes of a crowd and refined them every day with the aim of realizing them. No, that's what I would have strived for, lazy, mediocre life like.

Whether this is what you can call a heavenly dispensation by chance, I didn't happen to be.

In the Sacred Capital there are retired clerics and nobles who fish for ancient books, do experiments of some kind, learn astrology, decipher ancient languages, draw pictorial maps, and study the formation of the world by the gods.

... I see occasionally in the Holy Capital, not likely to be of any help, only admitted by some, maybe in fact similar to the scholars of the changed who continue their foolish research.

"But that's fine."

The future aspires to be the head of the court magician.

I will be married to the Holy King's family or to the royal family of another country, and I will be called the Queen.

... That's not true.

What the hell would that be worth?

Even if you are called a stranger, a freak from around you, maybe you can see the miracles of the gods, what lies ahead, such beings are now on the same continent, on this earth. He lives now. You can't miss that. At any rate, meet him, touch his breath, and one day burn the end of the world only in this eye.

"I want to see you.... for someone named Ishr."

I have everything, that's why I have nothing.

It is what fills it, is to put oneself in severe adversity, or to see in this eye the miracles that the gods do.... Must be.

As soon as Mira entered the Righteous, along with Cerda, she began her majoritarian work targeting neutral court demon mentors and mainly the Knights of the Cathedral Knights, who had not yet made their flags clear.

Because there was an urgent need to reinforce the weakest force in order for Desio and the others, starting with Ulturo, to finally not resign from the havoc, but to survive in a political conflict that was going to be spearheaded.

The work against the Knights was carried out with courage and courage by hitting their own ministers and relatives of merchants entering and leaving.

He also took the shadow work of the enemy faction on his own surveillance, mainly the Tsim Crystal Cathedral, without killing it, and handed it over to Desio and others to help them cross with their head (Ozasa), the Temple Head of Tsim Crystal Cathedral, and flex them.

Some time after the age had changed, it was found that Isle Bersch, who had been following in its footsteps, was staying in Krembel.

Cranbell wouldn't be that far from the Sacred Capital either.

... Be sure to come and see us soon.

Mira, who was gathering and accumulating information on Ishur, was aiming for a tiger's eye for an opportunity to meet him.

In the meantime, Paltomeo, the third prince of the concubine of the House of the Holy King, died ill.

On the face of it, he suffered from fever during the cold winter months, which led to his lungs being taken ill, but there was suspicion among those who knew the circumstances that the death of the prince was not at the hands of Bionato.

At that time, Mira was to be given the role of the Holy Stone Professor's Mission Examining Envoy by the Holy King's House, with the work of Desio and others.

Professor Holy Stone is one of the important rituals of the Church starting with Krembel.

Mira rejoiced inside that this would allow her to meet Ishur.

And when he was summoned to the cathedral as an inspector, Ulturo secretly asked him about the righteous's plan to work on the "crown of the cathedral” and to trap Bionato, who would then be chief cleric of the next king at the crowning ceremony.

Mira then had meetings with Desio and Pierre, but in fact it was they who had proposed Ishur's solicitation first.

Mira felt like rising to heaven at that time as well.

The boy hates serving royalty and lords. Nor does he have the ambition to become a new king with his own power. I'm not interested in money, status, or power.

So we could invite him, or the Decios were afraid, but Mira, who was speculating on Ishur's purpose, had a plan to draw him to his side.

If Ishur takes sides, he will be able to overwhelm the others, on the contrary, with force, which is the weakness of the righteous.

There is also something immeasurable about how much power his presence exerts politically.

"I will not take care of you, Ishur. Mr. Desio, Mr. Pierre."

Mira said brilliantly with an unusual light in her eyes.

And the day finally came.

In January (April) of the spring, the Holy Stone Divine Mission, which chose an auspicious day to emit the capital (Miyako), took about ten days to reach Krembel, and Mira was now climbing a long stone staircase with a row of missions towards the main temple on its summit.

……

Sharka, right behind him, wandered and turned her head toward the top of the mountain. One row transcends the middle belly of the mountain, and overhead, part of the main temple is already visible.

"Mira."

Then Sharka called Mira in a small voice.

……

As Mira looks back, Sharka stares overhead, at the top of the mountain.

Mira stood up in that sky, looking at the brilliance of clean magic, slightly but not even thought of as something of the world.

Its slight magic is disappearing, trying to blend into the clouds that extend into the sky.

The banners of the diocesan church and the Knights hoisted over Mira's head, blocking her from sight.

"That's... no way"

"The magic of the wind."

Sharka is also looking sharply into the sky looking at her gaze like it's the first time she's seen it, etc.

"That's no way, you know"

Cerda, who was walking behind Sharka, stopped by and told Mira to whisper.

Mira glanced at the magic of the wind.

A slight but beautiful breath of magic I've never seen before.

And before that vanishing, there were signs of something, not just the sky.

That slight feeling, only those who have excellent magic equipment and have been trained will know.

... that one understands. I know. That place is probably the source of magic.

There's Ishr Bersch.

Mira secretly left the line with Sharka as a row of missions reached the summit of Krembel and aligned themselves in the square in front of the main temple. And when he took off the white cape he was wearing on top and looked in a red dress, he went into the back of the temple on his own.

Along the way, when the apprentice cleric, who was at the edge of the square, held his cape, he ran from there.

I didn't even hear the apprentice cleric stop me.

Through the back of the temple, it was also a square there. On the north side, behind the right side, you can see the splendid stone gates and stone walls continuing.

Mira turned to the edge of the western square, feeling signs of people.

That slight wind magic is gone already.

A thin sumptuous flowing through the front of Mira without sound.

One boy stood, trying to hide in the summer.

The boy turned to Mira.

At that moment Mira felt that the vessel of her own heart, which was empty, was finally filled with everything.

... I was finally able to meet with a man of miracles.

It overflowed my mind, and bounced and flew.

When the vessel was full, it became a never-ending fountain of mind.

Is that inspiring, hopeful, or a dream? Was it your first love again?

Then Mira gained her destiny.