Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

2 Holidays in the Holy City

"Mira, let's have a date"

Ishur had a slightly lit grin as he put his face closer to Mira, and said words that were not in this world.

I found my whole body hard and feverish.

The dazzling summer sun falls from the windows is irrelevant. But the wind blowing in is starting to mix slightly with the smell of autumn.

Ishur lay on his bench in his own living room and lingered for a while.

When I opened my eyes, there was Mira's face in front of me.

She swayed the love that was just spilling in those eyes, just staring silently at Ishur's face.

Her face is not laughing. It's not bright at all. It was filled with some sadness and he also seemed scared of something.

... that could just have been my misunderstanding.

The situation in the Sacred Capital is increasing in intensity every day. But we still have time.

Apart from the rite of the Holy Crown, the rescue of Luffraid, and the bid to decide on the next Chief Cleric, we are still ahead of us.

Yet.

Why do you look like that? [M]

Are you worried about me?

... I'm fine. Don't worry about me.

I'm not to be protected. The one who protects.

Of course you are. [M]

Everybody.

"... oh, hon."

Ishur looked a little awkward and turned away from Mira's gaze.

... Oh, my God, I tried to dress you up but it wouldn't be like that.

I know she's not just worried about me.

But sometimes it's too heavy, her love.

"Ishur?

Mira smiles.

The shadow disappeared from her face and something uneasy misted.

Was it still my fault?

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?

... I was just sleeping a little.

Mira is only sweet and remains a gentle grin. You can't even find a piece of shit against me there.

Yes...... Heavy on her love, isn't it?

It's so gentle and beautiful.

"Hmm..."

When his eyes woke up and his consciousness became clear, Ishur woke up his upper body and put his hand on his chin, pointing his gaze out the window. The green of the trees is brilliant in the sunlight. Burn your eyes and raise your mind so that your burning vitality will burst.

I want to live up to her thoughts.

You won't just have to help, just fulfill your pledge.

One's heart, one's feelings, yes, it's still that heavy. Naturally.

That's all right.

So Ishur asked Mira out.

Without much thought, all of a sudden, things came out of my mouth that I didn't even think about. That's how I felt.

"So?"

"Yeah, it's a date"

I've certainly made fun of Marya for something similar before.

"A date is... right. Men and women who think of each other, predominantly their premarital lovers. What's up, nice neighborhood views or somewhere fun? It's about going out and about."

"Well..."

Mira broke her face like a flower blooming all the time, hands on her red-dyed cheeks.

"I've never heard that before. The Word."

"Yeah,... do you?

That's right. There is no such word in this world, there is no clear concept.

Of course, there may be times when a pre-nuptial lover goes out to temples, markets, etc., but there is no such thing as words that mean encounters between men and women from day to day.

"So. Mira and I thought we'd head somewhere in the capital to the nearby."

I know very well that this is not the time. If you're going on a date, you'll be able to do as much as you want, after the sacred crown ritual, after you bury Bionato and end the politics, and after you've got another red jade stone in your hand.

But the other day, there have been quite a few days between collapsing and destroying the underground passage of the Royal Castle and carrying out the task of detaining the magicians and knighthood soldiers of the royal clay for restoration work, and the bidding of the next Chief Cleric and the rescue of the Luffraid, which leads directly to it, and this one has not much to do.

In contrast, it is a time when Salomon and Ruffitzó and others must focus more on the nobles in and outside the Holy City, and Desio and his priests, who were the Lord in the Church, each actively engaged in majoritarian work.

The shadowy people who follow them also become more busy the more busy they move up there, such as guarding allies, gathering information on their targets, and interfering with hostile factions.

Ishur didn't really get involved in the very politics of the King's Capital as it is everywhere, like that.

So much so that as an advertising tower for their majoritarian work, they have repeatedly held interviews with the nobles and the rich merchants who have visited the Duke's residence.

Numerous manipulations by Bionato against Ishur and the Duke's house have now also been singled out, and thanks to Klu, the great spirit of the wind, sitting down, they are also in a difficult situation to reach directly to the Mansion.

Mira also makes righteous stopovers in neutrality like Dana, or calls court demon mentors near Prince Salomon's to the Mansion for tea parties and suppers, gathering information and drawing work, but that's just not every day, not so much every day, and more days have been available lately.

Mira is nevertheless the Duke's son, so it seems that she sometimes meets with far more people than she does, writes letters, and looks at housekeeping on behalf of her twin brothers who seem to be busy, but Ishur even more often read books she borrowed from Desir and books she brought out of the Duke's library, walked around the grounds of the mansion, and relaxed.

As I read the Duke's Collection Book in my own living room, the history of the Holy King and the sainthood of the Church, which is not even very interesting, I fall asleep unknowingly invited to drowsiness.

That's when Mira was in front of me.

Even before, she had invited Ishur to join her for tea and stroll through the mansion's large garden when her time was free, but today something, perhaps, came to invite him.

... It's not very nice to go outside the mansion...

Naturally, the perimeter of the mansion will be watched by the Kings. If we don't even make a detour from the air, like when we go to see Leni, it's dangerous for both of us to go outside alone. Rather than, I don't want them interrupting me on the way out.

When I went out of the mansion before, day or night when I didn't want my enemies to know where I was going, I always headed out of the sky to engage in their pursuit, or I deliberately walked around the city backwards and trapped them. When I met Frade, when I went to Purple Spirit Crystal Cathedral, I was assigned a path to tail the enemy.

In order to avoid rough things this time, they must be monitored and tailed in order not to be disturbed.

"... so, you know, where does Ishr want to go"

Mira looked like she'd been in love for a while and it was the wind doing her consciousness somewhere, but she managed to come back here and ask me embarrassingly.

"I'll show you."

"Yeah......"

Ishur thought with his gaze in the universe.

When it comes to dating, there will be no decent place in a world like this last medieval period. I can't help but go to the temple or something...

"The market, after all?

I remember once going to the market with Sierra in Ellistar.

Now in this situation, I have rarely gone out all over the city of the Holy Capital during the day. I used to go out to the market when I stayed in Harnmel, but if I went to the city, I could learn about the specialties and eating habits of the area, as well as sometimes even the culture and customs. Because I'm staying in an exotic land, one of the largest cities on the continent, too, I want to see it for once.

"Hehe, you're right."

Mira also guessed this intent, or smiled and nodded.

"There will also be plenty of places for the city to stand in the Holy City. I'll take care of the place."

"I get it. Then leave it to me."

Mira is a Duke's maid, but there have been many times in the past when she went out to cities around the city with patience. Didn't I take you out around Lucia or something?

"It's just Mira, you can't wear that dress. I need you to wear clothes like my daughters all over the city, and I need you to wrap your head around a triangle towel or something."

Ishur said with his index finger up in front of her.

If they walk around the city market in curly blondes in red dresses, they get unwanted attention.

"I know."

Mira nodded, of course, something like that.

……

Ishur saw Mira standing in front of him, breathing unexpectedly.

"I don't know. Ishur."

Mira twisted her body in front of Ishl, picking the hem of her skirt with one hand and lifting it hard to show it.

"... Kiki, it's beautiful. Or cute."

Ishur said in a plundering voice that he would ring his throat.

Mira had a bright young grass skirt with a simple white blouse and a small vine basket hanging on one hand. He then put his rich hair together behind him and wrapped a triangular scarf with an understated grasshopper pattern around it.

Well, it's certainly the outfit of my daughters I see all over the city a lot.

... but too beautiful. In fact, there is no such beautiful city daughter...

But it doesn't matter now that I'm actually here. Fresh. Mira dressed as a city girl, somehow I feel like I've met her here for the first time.

"Hehe. That's good."

Mira put her thin fingertips on her cheeks for only a moment, and she has turned a distracting flush.

"Shall we go then? Ishur."

Mira smiled like the usual blossoming smile as she could pull that gaze right in.

……

Ishur stood silently in front of Mira, staring into her eyes. And he held her up, and suddenly the wind blew open, and he went straight out and jumped all the way up to the blue sky.

The market Mira has recommended was somewhat near the aristocratic district, almost in the centre of the Holy City, near the canal.

The city, in the name of the adjacent temple, was called the Naval Market and was open every day except on the last day of the month and on the Holy Day of the Cathedral Church.

When Ishur landed hidden in a narrow alley that went to the market, he unloaded the Mira he held and walked out side by side to the dense square of the stall.

The market is not that large and surrounded by large and small stone buildings.

"It's not that big of a market, but sometimes it's close to the aristocratic neighborhood, and it's lined with fresh, good-quality things."

"I see."

Ishur stopped at the edge of the city's standing square and looked around.

The crowd is there, as the stalls line up, and the visiting crowd, if you ask me, seems to have many servants of the aristocracy, such as those in maids or in jackets even though it is summer.

"Well, let's go"

"Well..."

It's not good to be apart. It's a little daring, but Mira and I are going into the city together.

Mira leans bright red in her face and looks embarrassed.

The stores lining the market are mixed with the stalls that gave them canvas on top, and some are literally complete open-air merchants who just spread cloth on the ground. Most shops in this city dealt with vegetables and fruits.

I guess the peasants nearby are bringing the excess land, crops made in time, to this market near the aristocratic district where they can sell for a high price. The shopkeepers are all tanned in black and dressed in rustic clothes.

Of course, not everyone is free to sell because there must be some nearby merchant guild partitioning out there. I guess they all rely on the edge of the guild and pay for the place to shop once a month or once every five days on a set day.

"I still wonder if things are better than Ladis"

Ishur said as he looked around.

Rich colors of vision pop in as they gleam in the summer morning sun.

Vegetables like melons, beans, leaves, yams, red and round tomatoes, fruits like apricots, peaches, and pears in grapes are all lined up in mountains.

Ishur took one pear in his hand when he stopped walking in front of an open-air merchant lining up the fruit. The shape is closer to the ladybug than the round shape, almost the same shape as the pear.

"Auntie, give me one of these"

Ishur paid the shopkeeper a little extra money to turn his skin on the spot and break it into two pieces.

"Yes, go ahead. Mira."

Hand one to Mira.

"Oh, thank you"

For a moment Mira was in her mouth with the meat of Ishle's mistletoe.

Hmmm. Yum......

Sweet fragrance spreads in my mouth. Not to exaggerate, but I can see the comfortable moisture spreading through my throat.

"Hehe. Delicious."

Mira also eats pears, but modestly in her mouth.

All of their noble daughters are taking their escorts and servants to the market and the cafeteria where ordinary people enter and leave. And thus also eating fresh fruit on the spot.

"It's been a long time since Mira went out with patience?

"Yes!... I can't believe that's how you eat pears in the market with Ishur"

Mira had a bright grin there full of faces like she'd never seen before.

"It's great. I feel like I'm getting closer to Ishr."

And I've been leaning on Ishur.

"Oh, oh."

The sweet aroma comes from the pear pulp in Mira's hand.

For some reason, Ishur moves his body slightly backwards.

"Really, Ishur is a stranger. I'm sure Ishr will behave exactly the same as me, even if the princess is my opponent, in some city daughter."

Mira's staring eyes slightly reflect the brilliance of the sun.

Almost everything in this world, at least on this continent, is an identity society due to feudalism. Naturally, no one like me can think beyond that. Impossible.

……

Ishur rang his throat.

What do you want to say, Mira?

Mira, who had been acting like she always did until just now, suddenly said something that would make her feel better.

Mira smiling in front of me.

Perhaps no one has looked, thought and seen more about me than she has.

And she knows my, from the people of this continent, unusual religious views and awakened thoughts about the ruling class.

Mira has so far accepted my words and actions, which seem inexplicable to the people of this world, without any particular doubt, because she has the magic of the wind, because she is graced by the gods, because she was born of the Bersch family, etc. At least she has had that attitude.

But even she knew, from the inside out, that my puzzling words and actions were as unexplainable as that.

"... what do you think?

You don't take it personally if you have to, it's not normal. - Ishur gave Mira a little credit for saying that. That's all I could do.

……

Mira snaps her neck adorably and stares silently at me.

I can see a mix of different colors in those eyes.

Not only has Mira meditated on her doubts about me, but she has always stacked words and actions that fully affirm and follow me.

But not now.

"The pears you gave me from Ishur were delicious. It's strange that you don't care about that at all, even though you're behaving badly, with Ishur."

Mira takes her gaze off and deepens her grin.

"... I wonder why"

I'm with someone I love, so that's not all.

... and maybe Mira says.

Mira must have felt something different from the buying and eating of the city's inhabitants and the rural people.

Indeed, I felt like an urban person who tasted the fresh fruit of the season on his journey.

Probably was brewing that kind of air.

"I'm going to go to all kinds of places with Ishur, and if I see all kinds of things, do you know what I mean?"

Mira, you......

"Maybe so."

Ishur didn't take her gaze off Mira either, staring into her eyes.

... her own little face in her eyes.

She wants to know. Tell me what you're hiding from me.

If she's serious about me, she can't help it, either, no, I guess it's natural.

Everyone would think that if someone they love has a secret, they want to know it, they want to know everything.

She doesn't just want to see and know the world of gods with me, the ultimate magic, or the battle against legendary demons.

Knowing the part of me that isn't part of the world.

I'm a mystery to her myself. It's what she wants, in itself.

……

Ishur had a slight grin on his mouth.

Will it be time for me to tell you one day what kind of a world I was in the last life that I was a reincarnator?

If Mira stayed beside me until the last moment.

Even if I don't talk, she'll know for sure. My secret.

Dialogue with the gods must always involve that in the fight against them......

"That was delicious. Pears."

"Yes, Master Ishr.... very"

Mira nodding with a full smile.

That's just great.

It's not funny just to fall in love. Without a little nervousness or a rush between the two.

-Is that what you think? Mira.

She has let the scent of sweet fruit sneak her slight bitterness gently and gently into her stings.

"Ishur, next..."

Mira shrugged a little. When she turned to her face and let her gaze wander around, she frowned and gave a suspicious look.

Something bright black blurs the blur of a rich colorful vision for a moment.

"Hmm?"

I also felt Ishur.

"What is it?"

Mira looks at the northeast end of the market.

"Let's go"

When Ishur took Mira's hand, he moved towards the northern edge of the market.

Along the way, I look around but no one is particularly suspicious.

There is nothing strange or unnatural about the customers who come and go between the shops, the shopkeepers, or anyone else.

No way, are you a king even here, or are you being watched by shadowworking people?

This one's coming through the air from the mansion, circling the sky. We do not know where to go to those who keep an eye on the Duke's residence.

Facing the north side of the city, Ishur stood by the edge, trying to stick to the stone walls of the Temple of Nabar, and he whispered "quietly" to Mira and meditated his eyes.

The movement of people in the market is typologized into several patterns.

Customers who do not move on the spot and see the goods or talk to the store owner, customers who take a closer look around the shops, mere hiccups, those who finish shopping and leave without hesitation….

A little difference in human movement, rate of breathing, size.

Swinging wind flow, vibrations of air spreading like ripples. Blur heterogeneous beings out of it.

……

Ishur held Mira when she opened her eyes and suddenly jumped.

At the same time unload the magic of the wind to the southeast corner of the market premises.

"I knew it was you."

When Ishur landed without sound, he made Mira stand on the ground, staring at a warehouse-like building of a merchant without windows, two women who would harden on its walls.

"Lucia to Nelly"

Nelly floats with one leg broken and one hand raised and extended high, and Lucia stays still making sure to stick to that Nelly.

Nelly, your outfit...... No way, "Shh! You don't scream, do you?

Ishur dropped his shoulder and weakened as much as he wanted.

Slowly open the wall of wind magic that surrounds you.

The wind rang through the sunny skies of summer.

"Oh, you know. Excuse me."

"Yes, no. This is it. Mira, I'm worried about you."

To Lucia, who's going to apologize honestly, the usual Nelly who can't be honest.

"That's all I said..."

From next to Ishur, I hear a whisper low.

"Hih."

As Nelly's gaze turned toward Mira, her complexion changed slightly.

"Forgive me, Mira, my lady!

……

Lucia's face is crying and laughing.

"Nelly."

Ishur took control of Mira's vanguard, who tried to scream something beside him, and called out to Nelly as he did to.

"Why were you with Lucia when you said you were going to protect Mira?

"Ugh."

Nelly's face gets even bluer.

"You two stick together, are you Mira's escort? That's crazy."

Isn't that how you usually do things like keep the escort subject at an appropriate distance and snag it back and forth, or keep a wide view of the subject at both ends of the market, on the diagonal?

If something happens, you start shouting, and you blow the whistle, that's fine.

This isn't such a big city.

"You're totally chilled. You guys."

"Both of you, get back to the mansion now. I need to talk to you later."

Mira said in a low, quiet voice.

Mira's way of getting in the mood for today's date is unusual. Even Sharka, who was always with us, left it in the mansion.

"Hih."

I shudder sifting in fear that Nelly might still be doing this.

"I don't know anymore. Mira, my lady. Now if you'll excuse me."

Lucia comes bowing her head.

... pathetically.

Ishur sighed small when he saw Lucia's more confused face than she was frightened.

She would have had no choice but to follow Nellie in an uprising manner.

"Mira, be so angry with them."

Ishur disappoints and leaves the market, telling Mira as she looks behind Nelly and Lucia.

People around me who stopped walking and watched this one lose interest, and they're all scattered in thoughts.

"I know, sir."

Ishur grinned as he looked at Mira's face as she twisted and turned sideways.

"I wonder if the other kids are here."

From inviting Mira to have a date to the morning now, Ishul also knows she was making a fuss about the maids she came with.

What are you going to wear with Ishul? I just don't like the city daughter's outfit, as it is. How do I put my curly hair together? What kind of hair do you want?

The outing, which was supposed to be a “courtesy," ended up being known to servants with few mansions.

That means it is likely that it has been leaked to the enemy as well.

"That's all right, Ishr. Because I'm only telling those two where we're going."

Mira has quickly fixed her mood and smiled more beside Ishur.

I can't help being pumped angry forever. Even if I can't force you to change your mind, you should enjoy it now.

I guess that's what she thought.

If Mira is like that, you can assume that there is no leak in where me and her are going, outside the mansion, to the enemy.

"Um, there's something I'd like to take you to Ishr."

Mira looks up.

I lift my hair and have a refreshing line from my revealed neck muscles to my shoulders.

"Ugh, yeah. Somewhere."

Ishur found his face a little hotter.

Mira today is also extraordinarily beautiful.

"Ahead is the main temple of Eruca."

Mira said pointing to the west side of the market, the narrow road stretching northwest from the oblique front of the Ishurs.

... of Eruca the god of beauty?

The path Mira pointed out is a gentle climbing trail with multiple shelters (hives) of shops flying out of both sides, where the people of the city come and go sparsely. The shadow of shelter that fell into the alley looked cool.

"Oh, um... The Temple of the Lord of Eruka, when we pray together, means that men and women will always be united in the future, and that… often the people of the city will visit us."

Mira dyes her cheeks and says shyly.

Hmm. Is Eliuka being treated like a god of bondage?

Eliuka, God of Beauty and Pleasure, has a sad love story, where she, who was a dancer, staked her death to pierce her love for the prince.

At the end it ended in tragedy, but her love also moved the Lord God Jerez. It's not strange, I guess, to pray to Eruka for bondage.

"That's the Holy Capital, there are places like that."

Lovers Mecca, is that it? Wouldn't it still be rare in this world?

"In the temple of Eruka there is a garden, in front of a stone tablet with the story of the god of beauty there, and when you swear your love, this is also assumed to have the grace of the god of beauty..."

Mira was blinking her eyes and talking, but because of so much embarrassment along the way, she leaned her face down. The end of the story interrupts, turns smaller and disappears.

The way Mira, dressed as a city girl, leans down to shame.

Damn, how pathetic......

Ishur happened to do his hand between his eyebrows and shook his neck hard.

This is too intense. I can't help being attacked by vertigo.

"Ah, that Ishur..."

Mira, who was putting her face down, looks worried and looks up at Ishl again.

"No, it's okay"

Ishur made Mira smile.

"Well, shall we go to that temple? Let's go to the garden too. Let's both pray together."

Ishur ran out of words.

The two headed for the alley to the main temple of Eruca.

On both sides of the road were ancient tool shops, old clothing shops, pottery shops, etc., and some shops sold sacred objects because of their proximity to the temple. The god's stores housed large and small scriptures, statues of the gods, cleric clothes and candles.

Along the way, he broke into an even narrower sidewalk and, in previous life, stopped in a cache-style dining room for an early lunch.

Whether the shop had many aristocrats and wealthy merchants, it served rather priceless dishes and had a small courtyard in the back.

The interior was partitioned by collisions and furniture from table to table and, at first glance, it did not look like a city cafeteria.

"This is a shop like the kind of noblemen who come with patience."

Mira looked softly at the woman in the next seat, a couple of guests, and said, lowering her voice.

Apparently, her acquaintances are also coming with patience.

Ishur also looked at the woman for a moment.

If you ask me, I feel like I saw it at Salomon's open dinner party before.

But more than that.

Ishur swam his gaze to its right. Slightly narrow your eyes to the glare.

Green grass trees nestled in the summer sun, glittering and colorful flowers pop into my eyes.

There was a vibrant green courtyard, bordered by dim indoor shadows.

The temple of the Lord of Eruca is the size there, rarely in the temple that was the Lord of the Sacred Capital is the tower, and the spire not soared.

Indeed, the people who come and go in the square in front of the temple seem to have many young men and women. He went inside and prayed to the stone statue of Eruca with Mira, but inside the temple was also seen many male and female couples, or young women.

Behind the temple, there was a garden Mira said would turn to the north side. The garden was surrounded by old stone walls, and at the main entrance on the side of the temple was also a rusty iron strip gate by the way. The gate of the kannon opening was opened slightly by one side, before which a cleric apprentice boy stood.

When Mira went inside, she gave the boy a small bronze-like metal plate that she had put out of her pocket.

"This garden is usually not open to the city."

According to her story, it was not open to the public except on special days such as church festivals, and it was necessary to wish in advance to the temple to enter the park other than that day.

In other words, the use of this garden is reserved, but the subject for which permission to enter is granted is almost exclusively to clerics, nobles, rich merchants, etc. of the diocesan church.

Mira was granted permission to enter the park in advance for this day.

"That's a big deal."

Ishur looked over at the cobblestone path stretching through the main gate and squealed unexpectedly.

From both sides of the road that runs through the middle of the garden, bright green trees are covered and cool shadows are shed.

At the end of the cobblestone path stretching straight, you can see a statue of a beautiful woman standing with one hand stretched out to heaven.

It's a stone statue of Eliuka the god of beauty.

"Where the statue of the god of beauty is crossed, there's a stone tablet at the corner with the story of Eruca."

Mira says refreshingly, with a dancing voice.

After praying at the temple earlier, Mira seems to be feeling neat and light rather than up.

"That's one of the biggest cities on the continent with the main mountain of the cathedral church, I can't believe there's a place like this."

Doesn't this look like the park itself?

Even though days are limited, they are open to the general public.

"Are you sure..."

"Hehe, let's go"

When Ishur laughed and teased him, he took Mira's hand.

Green tune slowly flowing through the edges of vision. Tree leaking day swings dancing in the footsteps.

Eruka's garden feels almost deserted, luxurious as if it were private, just seeing a few figures, such as a lady strolling amongst the trees, an old cleric walking quietly along the edge of the road, etc.

……♪

Mira is mouthing some kind of song.

She doesn't seem to realize that.

……

Ishur glanced at the end of the road as he smiled and narrowed his eyes.

"Eh."

His eyes open wide.

There is an example stone tablet halfway down the road to the crossroads with the stone statue of Eruka, in the corner behind its left.

I saw several people, one leaning in front of the stone tablet.

Until now, the shadows of the trees and the statues of the stones made their appearance invisible.

"Mira."

Ishur tried to hold Mira in and jumped into the tree on the right.

What's that?

... but caught my guard. I wasn't paying attention around or anything.

"Ishur?

Mira looks up anxiously at Ishl from the shadow of the tree trunk.

"Shit."

Ishur looked down at the stone tablet with his index finger on his mouth.

What was there were the twins of Ruffizuo and Romeo, Pilsa and Puri lids.

Is Pilsa and Puri lily flowers lined up beside each other, holding white and thin pink flowers in their hands one round at a time?

Before that, Ruffitzó and Romeo stood on one knee and knelt.

It is such a schematic, in which two girls are about to hand flowers round to each of the two men who knelt before them.

"Well..."

I raise my admiration as Mira looks at them.

... but.

I didn't know they were coming to this garden, too.

Mira made a scene this time, so no, I guess at the time I made an appointment with this temple, I told Ruffizuo and Romeo about this garden leaked.

So there was a story from Pilsa and Puri about what happened to the twins, just the four of us wanting to see each other...

Perhaps for the first time, they invited me. Luffizio and Romeo, too, listening to Mira and me, would have chosen this garden as their place of rendezvous, or date, outside their first monumental mansion.

"I don't need it anymore. …, until now…"

"But... I was happy. … we…"

I can't hear everything they're saying at a subtle distance.

The grass wall in front of me makes it difficult to feel the subtle air vibration ahead.

Stretching the magic sensing at this distance can also be done openly because the target is the target.

"Oh! Pilsa"

"Oh! Puri"

and the sad screams of Ruffizuo and Romeo.

"Oh! Pilsa"

"Oh! Puri"

and now the joyous voice of Ruffizuo and Romeo.

Their reaction is as exaggerated as ever, a little harsh.

But I guess this is the norm in the aristocracy of the continent, too, because of their great epoch.

What a coincidence. No, does this mean there was some odd connection? The other day, in the east room of the mansion courtyard, when Pilsa and Puri were consulted, I came across exactly the exquisite scene where what I had told them, what I had suggested, that was actually unfolding in front of me.

"Those guys, this is going to work."

Mira said in such a small voice, she looked up at my face.

A slightly meaningful eye in a smile. Speaking of which, when I was talking to Pilsa and Puri, Mira came along the way. Did she hear about that time from the twins after that?

"Let's go home now, Ishur. It's not a very hobby to hide and take a peek at the whereabouts of their love."

The two twin couples are talking absurdly about something. The atmosphere coming from them is not a bad one.

"Right."

As for this one, it doesn't bother me a bit. But...

Here, of course, you should follow Mira's honest opinion.

Even if the one who interrupts a person's love path is different from ~.

"Okay. Then we'll come back here sometime, Mira."

"Yes, Ishr."

Mira grins deeper and smiles.

Is this how Ishl's sarcastic prose is? No, the sufficiently poetic holiday came to an end.

It is the sweet aroma of the fruit, the exposition of Mira's brilliant heart, and the intense green overlap of the summer trees….

It was such a day.

After returning to the mansion that day, Ishur ran into Ruffizuo and Romeo in the evening in a cool out courtyard.

……

They must have said in a small voice that they would slap Ishur on the back silently.

"Thanks"

"Thank you, Ishr."

At sunset, the gentle grin of the two men appeared.

One day the Ishurs were finally preparing for the Frontera of the Kingdom of Ladis when the rite of the Holy Crown was over and the Bionat was on the verge of fixing a new throne for the Holy King.

Ishur had a figure correlation diagram of each faction of the Holy Capital in both hands, which had been spread over the supper room in the room he was using, wrapped around from the edge.

... I don't need this anymore. We're going to go outside, finely chop it down with the magic of the wind, and blow it straight into the sky.

Because I didn't stick my neck in the politics of the Holy Capital, in itself, or since my writing after Prince Luffraid's rescue, I haven't filled it in any more, and on the contrary, I look at the paper and think carefully, nothing more.

For Ishur thought that a great many had already decided. It's only a power struggle between the parties, politically.

That's why, as a result, Ishur didn't take a good look, write, think, or use it while producing it himself, but nevertheless making this large correlation diagram in the first place was very helpful in getting a rough idea of the situation in the Holy Capital.

When Ishur first flew over the Holy City, he grasped the topography of the capital (Miyako), including the royal castle and cathedral, but the figure correlation diagram of each of the parties he created was also another, so to speak, "topographic map” invisible to the Holy City.

"What are you gonna do about it?

Rifia, standing beside Ishur, asked.

"Of course, this drawing will be our family heirloom."

Next to the same Ishur, Mira, who was on the other side of Refia with a large table, broke in from the side.

"Huh?"

Ishur's hand stops listening to Mira.

"Naturally, Ishr. Ishur's brave name has become a legend and will continue to be permanently remembered by people. We need to take care of anything that is relevant to Ishr even as a homeowner."

"Ha, ha"

……

Ishl replies without dropping his shoulders, and Lifia leaks a stingy, bitter laugh.

... I don't really like being done like that. I'm not such a big person.

"You have no choice, Ishr."

Rifia already knows the thoughts, the knowledge, that do not even seem to belong to Ishur's world.

It was Ishur himself who set the course for a revival in the finances of the Borderline House, exhausted by the battle against the Red Emperor Dragon.

"... than that, Ishl"

Lifia stood behind her for a moment, looking at Nelly and Lucia and saying.

"Ishr and Lord Mira were at the main temple of Eruka the other day."

Lifia has suddenly said something unexpected.

"I didn't know you were going to pray over there..."

Refia seems to have known for a long time that the temple of Eliuka in the Holy Capital is the mecca of her lovers.

"Li, mr. rifia, thats..."

"It's about time we left the Sacred Capital. If you went with Lord Mira, I want you to go with me. Ishl."

... Oh, I see. Well, that's what's gonna happen.

Ishur leaned down and smiled bitterly without force.

But where did Rifia find out about it, that she went out with Mira?

"Who is it?! What did you tell Mr. Rifia about your relationship with Ishr?

……

Rifia deliberately looks at the day after tomorrow and blurs, but Ishur and Mira, their gaze turns naturally towards Nelly and Lucia, who stand side by side in the back of the room.

"Again, you guys..."

Mira was low, I told her to roar.

"Hih."

"Excuse me!

Nellie and Lucia thanked Mira and disappeared behind the door, making sure to fight ahead.

"Wait! I won't forgive you this time!

Mira also chased them and disappeared across the door.

"Hmm. Did the princess not go out and play with them?"

What's that? Dialogue (aphrodisiac) or something of the famous plays of this world.

Lifia took a breath there and looked at Ishl and said:

"You'll take me too, won't you? Ishl."

And I smile.

Lifia used the Nellies to get Mira out of this room too, making it a situation between Ishl and the two of us.

... Well, Mira knows the area, too, and maybe she deliberately gave it a ride.

Mira also tries to compete fairly with her competitors, that kind of metric.

"Oh, fine. I don't mind."

Ishur answered Rifia's question immediately.

Lifia gave a slightly rounded eye in a smile, an unexpected look.

Ishur and her had no differences in dating, just like Mira.

Because I took it for granted that one has to treat the two equally.

The other is because I wanted to see what Refia looked like, too.

... how beautiful.

What does Rifia's rustic city daughter look like?

Ishur thought of what she looked like then.

with the memory of that day.

I couldn't resist the temptation.