Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

The silver curve shines slightly through the bottom of the black book.

Its glowing curves branch from center to left to right, blinking slightly across the darkness and disappearing.

A new silver line branches at its foot as it steps along the middle, somewhat thick curve. When the line stretches outward, it disappears without a glittering sound for a moment.

I'm sure if I were attracted to and imprisoned by that beauty, I'd glow and disappear like that myself.

Who painted it, a silver painting painted like a tree floating in the dark. Step by step towards the pinnacle at which that silver wire is spun.

I have a definite feeling behind my feet stepping on silver wire. I don't feel like I'm floating in space, I don't feel like I'm crossing the line.

But I don't know if I'm walking on a wooden board or on a stone board. Nothing from the sole of the shoe conveys that and what you can tell.

Lifia's hand rests on her right shoulder.

The power coming from her fingertips, the warmth coming from her palms, is certain.

I want to turn around and see her face.

Mira's hand should be on Lifia's shoulder and Sharka behind Mira.

I want to make sure Mira and the others are getting there safely, too.

... but no. Something, I feel dangerous.

I don't feel like I should do it.

Is this Yellow Springs Bilansaka?... No, of course not.

Just don't look back. You just have to look forward and move on. I'm sure that's how it's done here.

Stretch the magical feeling of the wind into the dark.

I don't feel any resistance.... but it attenuates and disappears with tremendous momentum so that it is sucked into its dark bottom. It's not as if it's all over the place.

Incredible and dangerous space.

But this space of darkness is not absolute. The curtain of this stage, something hanging Satsumi, is not so strong. Even though the magic sensing doesn't work, I can see that for some reason.

That's where my powers reach.

Dropping this book is easy for me.

Anyone who manipulates and feels magic, or a strange junction that can be easily broken. It's a tiny, tiny space that keeps the real world connected in the dark.

As if it were a creature, the silver tree that constantly changes the tip of the stretched branch keeps even drawing the trajectory of light in this dangerous but brittle world, knowing it or not.

Step on the tip of the silver tree vein.

Then a silver-line tree rose in darkness.

The periphery trembles and shines.

Somewhere, myself looking up at it......

The sound of an invisible, unheard leaf rub rang in the darkness.

A silver noise rang.

Along with that instant fantasy, when he realized, Ishur stood where Frontera's magic furniture shop, the old lady of the shopkeeper, was sitting at that time.

Smells different......

A suspicious sale suspended from the top, covering your sight. In the light from the back window, it is a black hunk of shadow.

We're here, to Frontera.

"Ugh..."

"You're here."

As Ishur took a step forward, Lifia breathed from behind and heard Mira speaking.

Ishur walks out toward the entrance and exit of an uninhabited store with no other sign of people.

"Are you all right? Sharka."

Looking back, turning a small grin on Rifia and Mira, he speaks to Sharka, who was behind the line.

"Uhm. Nothing"

Sharka answered as usual with a face that was nothing.

"What's that? Do you know Sharka?

"I don't. But...... I felt a little closer to the world we live in than here"

"Hmm..."

Ishur raises an interesting voice.

"But it's not that dark."

……

Ishur grins slightly and nods.

Ha. I guess so.

Ishur stared into the deep darkness behind the store that spread behind Sharka.

"Ishur, let's go"

Rifia's hurrying me.

She looks more nervous.

From the brightness outside, time doesn't seem that long, but maybe a day or so.

Things are urgent. We should now head to Grand Duke Castle as soon as possible.

"Oh."

Ishur answered briefly and put his hand on the magic furniture store door.

The Lord of this city (or so), the Grand Duke of Antios and Henrik Ladis have already set out for the King's Capital.

Perhaps Henrik gathered his hand and headed towards Radislaus, perhaps a thousand or two, with that much force.

What is the situation now? Here in Frontera, the neighboring lords lead the army, in the midst of a gathering, or have you already finished forming and left, or something like that?

When we get to Grand Duke Castle, Petra, or if Marya is there, we have to grab them and figure out what's going on.

What if we were out to Petra? Marya will be accompanying us, so we have to hit someone in the Grand Duke, a minister who knows the situation.

When you go outside, you're surrounded by the same old castle as before, no different. The magic of stray, the kingdom remains the same then.

……

Five senses, a sense of intoxication, a sense of anxiety that soaks in my heart......

Ishur glanced at the door of the magic furniture store.

For a moment, I thought I'd stop or break the lost magic fixture that would be behind the store.

But I can't be such a hassle. I don't have time. Besides, breaking the lost magic fixture would piss Cheliah off. If that darkness carries a curse, then that old woman deserves a lot of use. Better not make the relationship too bad.

Ishur grinned thinly, putting his right hand up in the sky.

Clouds float by the way, clear watery skies. The magic of the wind swirls there.

Ishur decided the line of stray with its overwhelming power.

The magic of stray is torn apart and vanished into the flow of wind power.

From somewhere a little bird chirping sounded a slight city hustle aboard the wind blowing down the weed.

"Let's climb over there"

Thinking of it, Ishur pointed to a staircase of elevation on the west wall.

Of the open air, rather than the castle tower? The perimeter is covered with sawn walls (mushrooms), the same as the walls that follow below.

"Okay, I get it."

"Uhm."

Mira rides Sharka's shoulder. As Rifia put her hand over her shoulder, Ishur jumped up against the wall.

The wind is much colder than I thought. Frontera is nearly two thousand miles (scar, about a thousand three hundred km) north of Estofol, the holy capital.

Ishur looked around as he stepped down on the bamboo.

"That's Frontera. That's a pretty big city.... Huh!

From the way Mira's expression speaks, it turns into something harsh.

"Ishur, look over there."

Refia pointed to the city, around the River Benelus.

"Not many ships..."

Ishur shrugged, staring at Lifia's pointer.

"Oh, so do people."

And, Refia returns it.

The most crowded and bustling central bridge across Frontera's commercial district was surprisingly sparsely populated. And at both ends of the bridge stood guard-like men with long spears.

I also saw a group of soldiers marching across the coastal road with temples and mansion streets with spear tips.

The magic furniture store is on the north side of the Baenels River, in an ancient castle on a small high hill.

From above the ancient castle, you can also see the Grand Duke Castle, which stretches to the south bank of the river and east.

Inside the castle, there were several hexagonal military tents lined up in the garrison that once fought Petra and the court magicians of the Royal Ladis.

"The marquis is gathering."

"... it looks like the main unit hasn't left yet."

"Probably."

Ishur gave Mira a small nod.

I thought, "I went up there," but the city of Frontera was obviously turning into a "time of war."

"Ishur, that's all there is."

Lifia said this time pointing to the other side of the hill, the north side of the city.

Countless military tents appeared alongside the city of Frontera, stretching from foot to north, in pastures beyond it or in distant meadows.

Frontera Street, stretching to Ellistar, looked crowded with many carriages.

Is Frontera the biggest hub here now, both for rescue to the Wang capital, Ladislaus, and for defiance near the border with the United Kingdom of the Northwest? The hosts of the Hordes were gathering all kinds of supplies from around them.

"Go. In Grand Duke Castle."

If the main unit hasn't made it out, Petra will still be in the castle. Meet her first and have him connect with the General of the main unit or his Tabernacle. And listen to them.

"Uhm."

"Yes, Ishr."

Lifia and Mira decide to stare.

Ishur turned his face toward the city on the south side and saw the Grand Duke Castle stretching indifferently across the bank of the Baenels River.

Suddenly magic glowed to the left of the Ishurs flying in the sky where they wanted to cross the walls of Grand Duke Castle.

Sooo from the air, make sure you emerge and the Spirit shows up.

It is a spirit of the wind, almost the same size as a man, looking like a complete bird. The head is strangely large and the wings are small. Secure the spread wings like gliders and fly about ten long steps (skulls, 6-7 m) away from the sides of the Ishurs, making them slippery.

Does it look like a giant sparrow or a quail? A loving spirit, but I don't see any facial expressions or emotions at all in those big eyes.

The giant oxen don't show any killing spirit, and they don't attack the Ishurs.

"Ha!"

Lifia, Mira and Sharka are hardening themselves up.

Now countless magic was brilliant in front of the Ishurs, all over the vast Grand Duke's Castle.

... almost at the same time, did everyone notice this one exists?

Ishur glanced sideways at the bird.

Is this guy a lookout?

"Ah, gone..."

Lifia squeaks in the back.

At the same time, the bird spirits leaned their bodies to the left, as if the plane were going to bank away from the Ishrs, to blend into the sky and disappear.

Ishur did not see the front, but had always turned his face towards the Spirit. You don't have to see how the magic that flashed in the castle disappeared.

"Spirit of the Watch."

Lifia calls from behind.

"Oh. Somehow they have a mechanism that will tell the magician in the castle right away"

"I guess that spirit is informing the other covenant spirits. That's what I use to keep an eye out for."

"I see."

Even if the system is different, the Spirit can communicate with you. That haunted violin is a spirit of the wind, and perhaps even spiritual counterparts of other systems can communicate at a distance.

"You're already a celebrity, too. Isn't this how you tell the story about the crown ritual? That spirit must have been prehearing about your style."

"What's a wind?"

Rifia has told me to tease him a little, but surely that spirit, from the beginning, has not indicated its intention to attack.

"There will be a palace in the front. Go down to the south side of that building."

"… Copy"

Ishur answered in a low voice, turning to the south side of Palazzo Antios approaching under his eyes and descending in front of the long stretching central hall of the stairs.

Guards standing around, deacons and squires serving someone, change their blood and run into the palace.

Ishur looked up at the two-story Antios Palace, stretching long east and west, and then did it south.

Yang is finally leaning west and is beginning to dye the sky blush red. On the other hand, the sunset did not yet reach the lush oaks and grubby trees on the south side of the palace, and Ishur narrowed his eyes as its green dull.

Compared to the trees of the Sacred Capital, the green colour is as if it were different.

... This feeling rather reminds me of a previous life. It's only been about a moment (two hours) since I left Olivas to mourn Nelly and shake off my disappointment.

Yet let the colour of those leaves change. I'm perceived by the illusion as if I've been on a plane. In no time, he traveled more than a thousand kilometers north.

If you come to Frontera and see it, it seems like a long time ago, even Nelly's death. And instantly we are about to face a new crisis in this kingdom.... and of course, it matters to me.

"Henrik Ladis lives in this palace."

"Oh. Lord Mira is Frontera... no, is this the first time the Kingdom of Ladis itself"

"Of course, sir."

Next to Ishur sinking into emotion, the voices of Mira and Rifia.

"Ah."

As Ishur turned to the front of the palace, she was just about to rush out, dressed in armor through the lined entrance and exit of the Kannon door, with one female knight flipping a crimson cloak.

"Mr. Ira!

Running down the stairs in front of the palace entrance and exit was Isla Marido, Petra's squire who once accompanied the Red Emperor dragon crusade to Fugo.

"Dear Lifia!

Ira first looked at Rifia's face and screamed, immediately shifting her gaze to Ishl. The face is dull.

"And Lord Ishur!

Ira came in front of Rifia and bowed down gently, offering Ishur her right hand.

"Hey, I miss you. You've grown a little since then."

"It's been a long time, Mr. Ira"

Generally there is no handshake habit in this world. But Ishur also put out his right hand and held her hand tightly.

Ira, samurai-skinned than Rifia, is as harsh and sometimes breathless as she is, but her serious personality was also preferable to Ishl.

"Well..."

Mira speaks quietly next door.

She looked surprised, not least by the intimacy of Ishur and Ira.

... Mira will look me up and know about Ira Marido's name. But you don't even know what's going on between me and her.

"Whoa, excuse me for this. Are you..."

Ira looked surprised to see a long, large shalka for just a moment and said with a tight hips to Mira.

It would be polite to name it from Ira otherwise......

"Hehe. I am Mira Vidrata na lux dierad. The Kingdom of St. Orst belongs to the Duke of Dielard."

……

Ira stiffens her whole body.

Perhaps already, Ira knows more about Mira than Mira knows about Ira.

Rifia's right, the Grand Duke has been looking into the whole coup d 'état in the Holy City quite a bit.

"Thank you for your patience. I can be used by the Grand Duke of Antios..."

"... you don't have to be so sure, Lord Marido. Never mind."

When Ira named her lower back and apologized for the crude phase, Mira stood up to Eagle Deep and returned it that way.

Mira smiled flamboyantly and doesn't seem in a bad mood.

But all of a sudden, she said there, with a grim smile on her face.

"Shall we hurry than that? Because this is a time of fire. I want to help the Grand Duke."

When Mira told Ira that, she had looked a little sideways at Ishur.

... What's that? Actually, is that what you're thinking when you're for real about helping me, and that's easy to do if you put it in that form?

"... then let's come. Petra will see you."

When Ira thanked Mira, she turned her back on the Ishurs.

Ira calls as she climbs up the stairs in front of the palace entrance and exit.

"But you got here a long time ago. Lord Ishur was eager to fly freely through the sky. Was it known for Barrick or Theodore?"

"Ugh..."

Ishur, everyone's legs stop for a moment.

I can't tell you that I've been traveling across that darkness, the magic store.

"Evan, who returned first on his way back to Frontera, came back to let me know. So we hurried out of the sky."

Refia takes the wheel and repairs it well.

Well, it's not a total lie.

"I see. Really?"

Ira nodded with a convincing look.

When I entered the palace, it was dim inside, a hall lined with large cylinders, and to the left and right stretched out a long standing side corridor, blown up to the upper floor. The lights leaked out loud from the big door behind the front, showing signs of many people.

... Hmm. There seems to be some sort of meeting going on in the back hall.

Military council, huh?

and so Ishur turned his gaze toward the pillar standing in front of his right.

Signs of the magic that stands thin. This...

"Ishur!"

"Ishl."

When Ishur narrowed his eyes, he heard from the shadow of his pillar, something white followed by something black popping up.

As the two small objects headed for Ishl in a straight line, the white one jumped to Ishl's upper body and the black one hugged him around Ishl's waist.

Whew!!

"Marya to Petra..."

The fragrant golden hair tickles my neck muscles. And then a gothic silver tiara hits me next to my head.

Marya's face was pressed against her belly.

"Ugh, Ishl ~"

Petra is crying.

"I missed you ~. It's tough. Bye."

……

She's a hell of a princess. I didn't know you'd jump on me all of a sudden.

Ishur shut up and almost sighed unexpectedly, there was Marya's face.

It's tough.

Ha.

Ishur was forced to swallow the breath he tried to throw up.

……

Instead, or Lifia sighs beside her.

"Well, ohohohohohohohoho"

And more intense than usual from Mira, that laugh.

Looking sideways, a blue muscle clearly stood on her forehead.

... this again.

Will it be repeated again?

Ishur was disappointed and dropped.

"Come on."

When Ishul lowered Petra, Mary also let her body go from Ishul.

"You're in big trouble."

Ishur looked around at the two faces and said in a low voice.

"Uhm."

"Yeah."

Both Petra and Marya nod with a serious look.

Petra went on to say.

"Leave me alone for a long time. If you think you found it, it's not the Holy Kingdom... But it looks like you're back in a hurry, and the concubine's happy."

Petra stares at me with those big eyes. I don't blink.

"Oh."

I'm surprised she suddenly jumped, but her tone feels pretty dampened just because the situation is. Red Emperor Ryu was sitting in Kusim, a more serious matter for the royal family now than then.

... Marya was also a magic wand, and I thought she'd bump into me once or twice.

Ignoring the plea from her to come back after a war with the Red Emperor Dragon would be my untruth for once. Back then, we never met and talked directly to each other.

"Actually, Lord Naidect, Marya's brother..."

Petra dropped her voice and said.

……

The air around me changes slightly.

"Marya."

Ishur pointed his sharp gaze at Marya.

"Mmm."

Marya has always looked back at Ishur with more and less expression.

Is that what made her look particularly unwell?

"I don't think my brother can do this anymore."

According to Marya's story, her second brother, Nadekt Aeren, was deputy general of Muldo Castle, a castle in the northwest of the Kingdom of Radice, built on the border with the United Kingdom, but fell overnight due to the invasion of the United Kingdom, life and death were unknown.

"What happened to Uncle Aeren? Are the other families safe?"

The territory of Mary's house was adjacent to the north-west of the same kingdom, to the southeast of the fortified city of Antilla, also known as the military capital. Incidentally, Antilla is a strategically important city in the kingdom-side plains of the Castle Block, supporting the same Castle Block from the rear.

"Yeah. That's okay"

Marya nodded with a slightly brighter look.

It meant that Marya's father and eldest brother are now leading their own army to defend Antilla.

"Is Antilla not falling?"

... This is still hopeful. While the enemy retains a group of castle fortifications on the occupied border, the Lord General himself, with his gold (kane) magic fixtures, will be forming a detachment centered on the horseback squad, about to drop the electrolite fire, the king's capital first.

If you invade the king's capital and destroy the Ladis royal family, it will also be easier to adjust to the people. You may be able to keep all of the kingdom under control without labor. If we destroy the royal family and render the royal castle powerless, we will not have to force ourselves to continue securing Radislaus.

It can be said that it is a possible operation because of the overwhelming power of the magic fixture of gold.

"Yeah, the enemy's not moving from the north line"

north line, is a common name referring to a group of fortifications at the border. The exact name was not known to Ishur.

Petra's gaze turned sideways where Marya nodded again.

At the end of her gaze, Ira is on one knee to refrain. Ira is silently complaining about something to Petra.

"I'll explain later, to be more specific. Before I do, I'd like to introduce Ishur to the people. There's been a military conference just now in the back hall."

Petra was prompted by Ira, or she called from the side.

Her gaze is then directed towards Mira and Sharka.

"... so who refrains from there?"

Petra stared up at Ishul.

"I'll see you first. Grand Duchess."

Sooner than Ishur reacts, Mira steps out of his side, advances.

"Well, I see."

When Mira gave her name the same way she had made Isla earlier, Petra and Marya had a slightly harsher gaze at Ishl, but she immediately had the same complex look that she had "no choice".

"This is the protégé of Salomon, the new king of our Holy King. Please take a hike."

Mira receives a smaller roll of paper from Sharka who stands behind her and passes it to Ira, who advances in front of her.

Ira gave Petra the roll as it was.

"Hmm, I see. As my royal family, I must thank Lord Salomon..."

Ishur knelt down against Petra and saw Mira smiling with a strange smile.

When did Mira prepare such a thing?

Naturally, it must have been before the United Kingdom attacked......

"But you Ishl. Sinful man. Speaking of the Dielard family, isn't it a prestige that even the Holy Kingdom sounded like a sound? Is that okay with you? Lord Mira."

Petra feels quite unraveled, bordering Mira.

Salomon's parent book, and I'm not sure what Petra is talking about, although I can somehow predict what it says.

"Of course it is. I am like the servant of Ishur. If Ishur is going to help His Highness in the face of the crisis in the Kingdom of Ladis, I have no choice or response. At that time, we will do everything in our power."

"Dear Left, or... thank you for that"

Petra stares at Mira rather with a more serious look.

Mira accepts her gaze with a soft look on her face.

Was it the spark that scattered between them? Or is it some kind of exchange of thoughts, or just exploration?

"Mira, what does that say?

Ishur looked at Mira and asked, dropping her voice.

It says to Henrik Ladis, His Royal Highness the Grand Duke of Antuos, and your son, His Highness Petra Ladis, that you have arranged for me to accompany and follow Ishur, and I hope that you will take account of that.

Salomon left Mira free to travel to and from other countries as the Holy King's five public houses, but I guess that's one of the conveniences that his protégé and he made to Mira.

"Hmm, Ishl. Oh, my God, you've grown a lot of friendship with that new king of the Holy King."

When Petra returned Salomon's parent book to Mira, she glanced at Ishur with a face that seemed uninteresting.

Petra shows an attitude of grand-daughter majesty due to the presence of Mira and Rifia around her, but still gives her a slight earthly character against Ishur.

She showed Ishl her lips pointy.

"Then I was late. Lord Lifia, thank you for your hard work this time. A special thank you from my concubine."

And Petra immediately turned to Lifia and said back to the look on her face like that.

"Ha ha."

Refia that may be headed towards Petra.

... this guy was secretly tickling our exchange again, I guess. As one day in her answers, there is a slight mix of fun voices.

"Petra."

Ira asks me to go into the back hall.

"Wait a minute"

Ishur reached out one hand in front of Ira and said in a sharp voice.

Not yet. There's something I can't overlook.

From the back hall there is a constant low voice spoken by many people. It will never be waiting for us.

Conferences dance. The military debate is still ongoing.

"Who's hiding in the shadows of the pillars there? Show yourself."

Ishur glanced at the large cylinder in front of him, as the Petra and the others popped out.

Whether it was intentionally paid for, or in the central hall of an unpopular palace, there is only one other made-headed (I wonder) christina that Ishur has only faced once before.

Thelma, show yourself.

The Christian looked sideways at the cylinder and said in a low voice.

……

A black shadow of a column stretching back, from which the shape of a person rises.

The woman, called Thelma, appeared as a maid, kneeling with her from the shadow of the cylinder.

"I'm sorry, Ishr"

Petra said in a small voice.

"No, that's not what I meant. You're a royal princess, so I can't help it. But I don't know who I'm going to be after. Which doesn't work for me the magic of hiding, and from now on, can you stop doing that in front of me?

I own the magic of the wind, and I have a cause with the abandoned Brigal family, and with the exception of Refia - the Borderline Uncle family. And he also stuck his neck in the coup d 'état of the Holy King. I guess there's always Rifia and Mira of the day around me now, and I don't even need to be so vigilant, but as usual, it's no stranger to being let off an assassin by someone.

And now the Kingdom of Ladis is in an unprecedented crisis, and I am about to come to a more tragic battle.

"I don't want to kill anyone who serves you."

Ishur said with a terrible grin.

"Wow, okay."

Petra nodded as she stretched her face.

I scared her away, but I can't help this.

Ishur glanced at the maid, who had been called Selma for a moment. A seemingly plain, discreet woman with long dark hair tied behind her back.

Apart from the Ira sisters, they follow Petra's escort from the shadows. I'm guessing he's quite an arms stander.

"So long, Petra."

When Ira spoke to Petra, she opened the heavy kannon opening door on the front.

When she opens one door, it is slightly delayed and the other door can also be opened from the inside.

The lights leak from inside.

Inside the door was Ira's sister, Lilina Marido, kneeling. She has slightly thinner lines and feminine softness than Ira.

And there were about four or fifty men, mainly men, in the large indoors.

He who is wearing armor, he who is like a wizard with a cloak woven, he who is plain clothed.

The faces of men who conceived nervousness.

Something drifted like enthusiasm from the hall.

... this.

Ishur tightened his whole body, narrowing his eyes and looking indoors.

This air.

This smells like war.

I have exchanged my life many times before. But I don't have any real combat experience. Human beings fight, they have no experience of war. But......

Still, Ishl could see the smell.

That was very similar to what I've smelled and tasted.

... Smells like a struggle. Smells like killing each other.

Ishur leaned down slightly and grinned slightly.

I could see the end of my lips being pulled up.

"Everyone. Our neighbors joined us from the Kingdom of St. Orst."

Petra first introduced Mira Dielard to them when she made the queens stand on their knees before her.

When all those in the hall heard Mira's name, they opened their eyes and gave a surprised look.

……

"Oh my God!"

Not a small twirl rose from around me. From among them I heard a woman's voice whining, "The Red Witch of the Holy Kingdom..."

Only a few of them in the hall can see women. Those who wear armor no less than men, witches in robes on magic wands, and women lords who let the majestic air flow around them.

Behind them are pictorial maps spread over large desks, chairs lined up at the edges of the halls, a few secretaries behind them who seem to be taking minutes, desks lined up, and between the walls are also lined up with squire and servant-like people.

……

Mira let her hips drop silently as the blurring in the hall subsided. She has an elegant smile on her face.

Whether she simply decided it was better to let it pass silently, or whether she had any thoughts, Mira herself said nothing.

When Mira was introduced to Petra, the tight hall air grew softer and brighter.

That would be because they know what Mira is capable of, not least because the Holy King decided that the coming of the Five Public Houses would eliminate the fear that the country would attack the Kingdom of Radice from behind.

Alarm is forbidden, you can never be certain that it is, but naturally for the kingdom, it is not a bad story.

"Whoa."

"All right!"

The next time Petra announced the return of Lifia, she now had a clearer cheer indoors.

Some of them had a face-to-face with her, gazed at Rifia, and leaned their heads hard to interpret.

"Well. Since the United Kingdom attacked, the concubine has waited for this day with thoughts of a thousand autumns. Now we win this battle. I can finally introduce my lords to the heirs of the sword (sword) of the new kingdom"

Lifia laid between them there, looking over at those around her.

The hall was once again under tension and silence visited.

"This is the last survivor of the Bersch family, Isle Bersch, with the magic of the wind."

Petra approached Ishur's side, pointing up his palm.

Ishur stood slightly behind Mira and Rifia and pretended to be the wind that their squire naturally refrained from, but Petra still introduced Ishur to them, so to speak, as the last “tri”.

When Ishur was heard by Petra, he walked half a step forward and looked over at those who faced him.

With a total faceless look, I pointed my gaze at nothing emotional.

... I knew this from the beginning. I have no choice.

It would be most efficient to act with the Royal Army along the way to take it to a situation where you can fight it one-on-one with an enemy general with gold (kane) magic equipment.

I don't know where that person is at the moment. If you act with Petra and the others, you will have the fastest access to that information.

Besides, there is also the case of the village of Bersch, which has now become king territory. I must lend my strength to the kingdom for them to live in peace so that the people of the surviving villages may not be caught up in the scourge of war.

The scourge of the village of Bersch is a cross I must bear.

In the kingdom itself, which is a feudal state, the inhabitants have no sense of belonging like a modern state. Even if I had that against Japan, where I lived in my previous life, I would only feel it by the time I was born and raised in this reincarnated world, in the village around it. That Brigal is the lord, and a peasant cannot be loyal. The kingdom of Ladis, for example, is beyond imagination.

But more than I gained personal knowledge with Petra and learned of the misfortunes in Mary's body, I can't help but think of them.

What happened to Melilla, who swung off thinking that she could live a more peaceful life when she left the village?

If you look around, at the edge of your sight, you'll see a sunken Marya.

Do you want me to overlook that?

Ishur lit a cold burning flame at the color of its colorless eyes, slightly narrowed.

Mira and Refia, the powerful magicians, and those who were introduced to me, the owners of the magic fixtures of the wind, and who now gathered in a hall much brighter and seemingly illuminated.

I will not forget the smell of the killing of the battalion that was drifting here until just now.

Ishur gave a thin, warped grin and said briefly that he would pull his jaw.

"Say hello."

It doesn't matter if the other person is noble or a resident. Unflattering, not luxurious.

I'm a reincarnator. No longer the son of a peasant, of course noble, nor king. Maybe not even a wizard. And I looked like a wind god, but I'm never one to be graced by them.

I'm me.

The place remained silent, pregnant with tension, and no one spoke out.

The numerous candlesticks, some of them erased, suspended in the hall and hung on the wall, the corners of the hall sinking in darkness. Instead, a silver branched candlestick was placed on a desk with a large picture map spread out.

Outside, at some point, the sun falls, and the windows lining the north side are stained with dark colors.

When Petra finished introducing the Ishurs, she said, "This is the end of the military debate today. Tomorrow we shall do as we should," he said and ordered to be dissolved.

Next Petra asked Ishl what he was going to do.

"Then I'll be tired from the long journey, for early dinner. I don't know if I'm going to rest today."

"No. I want to keep track of the war. Will you explain this to us as much as you can?"

Petra is pretty good, she cares about it properly. Her attitude in front of the people today was grand, and given her age, I can say it's splendid.

At the store next door to the Frontera Chamber of Commerce, when I first met her, I was so nasty.

Maybe it's natural because the situation is the situation, but serious Petra was a solid, extremely legitimate person as a royal princess.

"Okay. We'll arrange it right away."

When Ishur smiled and said, Petra also replied with a happy smile.

So now in the hall, there are only Petra and Marya, the Malid sisters and the maid-headed Christina in the Ishurs.

No servants or scribes who were at the edge of the hall are left now.

As soon as Petra learned of Ishl's intentions, she led the squad on behalf of Henrik, the first of her kind, to call the Earl of Nicebald.

……

Mira is half-hearted by Ishur, who acts like a friend of Petra's.

Ishur made Mira smile so much, she stopped by Marya and called out.

"Are you okay, Marya? Do you want to take revenge on your brother?"

"Yeah. But I'm more worried about you fathers than that. Because a lot of people have died on the north line..."

"... right"

Marya is afraid of the fall of Antilla.

That would be the same for those who were lords of the kingdom......

So Marya watched Petra for a moment.

"And anyway, when Nice Baldo comes, I'll explain it in more detail"

Petra tells me in a slightly unwieldy tone.

"Hmm."

You're hiding something. These guys.

"Looks like we got a hit."

Lifia looked at the door and said:

Ishur turned his consciousness outside the hall. There are signs of several people.

"Thank you for waiting. Petra."

When the door opened, three men entered the hall and knelt before Petra.

In the middle of the three lined men, a magnificent man of good width named Levan Niesbard, and a man of his age named Rusla Niesbard with the Ishurs, still in his late teens on the right.

The old man is more Count Nicebald himself, less like him, softer, rather a young man with a thin feel of the line, Rusla. It meant the Count's son.

Thank you, Lord Bersch.

On behalf of Petra, after Marya introduced them to the Ishurs, it was Trash Rouge, who had been especially vocal to Ishur, in his late twenties or so, a long-length man with a cheek that fell awfully on his pointed nose, a sharp eyed, and a face like Count Dracula in the film.

Rouge is a baron family with a small territory in the south of Frontera, and has long served the Grand Duke of Antios, and Trasch went on to say to Ischl, "This time I am asking you to serve as military superintendent over Master Henrik".

The vampire-faced man grinned and muttered to Mira, glancing slightly at Sharka standing behind her.

……

Ishur silently interviewed the Trashes when he smiled.

As he bowed his head, Ishur quickly ran his gaze from Trash to Rusla Niesbard, the one whose earl was telling Petra that he "thought it would help too".

... So this seemingly out-of-head military warden, Trash, and two soft, unreliable Ruslas, are the brains that essentially divide the Grand Duke's main army.

"So, Lord Rouge. Can you explain the details of this invasion of the United Kingdom?"

Ishur did not turn off his grin and said in a voice on the outside (softly).

"From the beginning, I'd like to ask you to keep things in order."

Its tone and attitude were not those of this world, of this era, but rather of the contemporary Japanese businessmen of previous life.

"... I get it"

Trash ate and clogged the words.

"... um"

Earl of Nicebald roars small.

Many in this hall were bewildered by the unfamiliar attitude shown by Ishur.

"Because Ishur is a scholar"

"Ishur is also familiar with the battle. Explain it based on that."

Marya and Petra tell me to take it for granted.

Lifia smiles bitterly, and Mira naturally looks clear, feeling like she said.

"More than a year ago, a small country in the southwest of the United Kingdom, the Grand Duchy of Olura, suddenly began to swallow the surrounding countries."

Trash Rouge invited them to an expanded desk of pictorial maps about the size of a tatami and started pointing and talking to the one at the end of the drawing.

The Grand Duchy of Orula, which has flattened its own peripheral countries, then began to concentrate its forces on the northern part of the border with the Kingdom of Ladis, keeping almost all the countries of the United Kingdom in its possession in about a year.

Naturally, even on Radis' side, he sensed things early, increased his defensive troops on the same northern fortress line and tightened his guard.

The enemy side either waited for food and other gatherings, or after a short stay near the border, they suddenly, about a month ago, attacked the Kingdom of Ladis.

"The enemy used the magic of unusually powerful gold to fall, occupy and break through the castles on the Balstal Castle Fortress line in about two days. Below one of the main castles, His Highness Demetrio, who entered the castle of Murdo, all generals were killed, and the main enemy forces semi-surfaced Antilla, but were sandwiched from the north to the south by the Duke of Beervald and the Earl of Orgren armies, who rushed to reinforce them, and the Royal Knights also mared from Antilla, pushing the enemy forces to the Balstal fortress line."

When Trasch named Demetrio, for a moment, he looked at Petra and the Earl of Nicebald.

Neither Petra nor Nicebald were special, did not change their expression, but Ishl did not miss it.

The air on the field changed momentarily, obviously.

Was this what they were hiding?

"The Demetrio..."

Ishur muttered in his mouth so that no one could hear him.

Henrik's rival, King's brother Demetrio, died in battle.

"How did the enemy troops break through the fortress line?

Ishur stared sharply at Trash.

"Explain as much as you can."

"There is little survival of Balstal, and we don't know the details..."

Trash started explaining after saying no to that.

First, the proud group of intransigent fortifications of the Kingdom of Ladis is officially known as the group of fortifications of Balstal, or the same fortifications line, in the name of Balstal, who was king at the time about two hundred years ago, when it was built, formed, due to the activity of the forest witch Lehne. Like the Maya of the Earl of Aeren family, which has a territory nearby, usually also commonly known as the "North Line", the castle fortification group consists of two main castles, Haral and Murdo, from the north, numerous branches such as Karnas, Cesi, Bailen, Birta, Ilaar and Kanen and countless other small fortifications set up between them.

The northern plains drew water from the lake marshes stretching further north, with multiple boreholes stretched over them, from the hills to the mountains, some using terrain, and some stone walls, like the Great Wall of Ten Thousand Miles, built several miles long (scar, one mile about six hundred and fifty meters), forming a double contour everywhere it was.

The United Kingdom first broke through without difficulty by handing over numerous “iron” plates of water mounds in the plains, and shortly afterwards attacked several castles with countless giant iron spears from the ground and the sky, destroying and killing both the castles and the defensemen at the same time, he said.

"At the time of the attack on Angela, there was no master general with the magic of enemy gold..."

"Seems so"

Trash reacted instantly to Ishur's whining.

"You're tired. No matter how much magic you have on Vilodo the Golden God, if you use so much magic, you'll get tired"

"How about if it's Ishl? Can Ishur get out of Balstal in a day?"

Petra asks from the side.

"Oh. One or two of the castles can be crushed while blinking"

"Oh well."

Petra distorted that adorable face.

The Count is also blue-faced. But his eldest son, Rusla Niesvaldo, does not break his smile and soft expression.

He doesn't show a disturbing bare gesture of whether he knows already by carefully examining my abilities, or whether he analogizes that of the magic fixture of the wind, on the contrary, from the power of the magic fixture of gold. In any case, he certainly could be quite a stiff-ass, no-no, usable person.

"... but if you don't, you can't fight the Red Emperor Dragon properly"

And, Refia has a word.

……

Ishur gives Mira a quick glance.

I thought, "Oh ho ho ho ho" and so on, but Mira seems to be enjoying herself while giving her permission.

"So, where's the platoon led by the enemy lord that he's headed to the king's capital now?"

Ishur nodded one at Trash and let him see it and he got ahead of him.

"This morning's announcement is a hit on Siberk."

Trash said, pointing around the middle of the King's capital Ladislaus and Angela on the painting surface.

The distance between Sibark and Wang capital is only about five hundred miles long (scar, one mile is about six hundred and fifty meters) in a straight line.

... The enemy is horse-riding centric and moves fast. Even if he was obstructed by the kingdom side on the way, it wouldn't take him ten days to reach the king's capital. Just south of Siberk lies the Antel River. It's supposed to be a big river there, so it's going to be hard to cross the river even with iron magic.

Besides, a small cavalry-centric unit is going to procure food locally, which means it's going to loot villages around the streets, so it's going to take a while.

Where is the Grand Duke now?

According to Trasch, Henrik joined forces with the Grand Duke Knights and the small lords of Frontera's neighborhood, who led about 3,000 troops and came out about fifteen days ago. It is now in front of Auckland.

Oakland is about seven hundred miles long in a straight line from the King's Capital, a city not as big as Frontera, but quite large.

... Counting backwards, the distance traveled per day is, by the way, about seventy miles long as going down a curved street, and it's never a quick march, even if it includes foot soldiers.

That was deliberate.

Ishur slightly distorted his licence as he leaned down and hid his face.

Of course, it is near the Wang capital, or to rendezvous with the main troops of the Horse Army who are leaving Frontera, but marching straight ahead without waiting for the main unit will not make it to the Wang capital rescue. If the enemy general uses the magic of gold, even the royal castle falls in a day or two.

Henrik wants Marius III, the king, to be killed by the enemy general, and he's waiting for me to catch up and reclaim the king's capital.

Ishur glared at Petra's face for a moment and told Trash.

"... I've captured the general situation. So, when will the main team be out?

"Tomorrow, we're going to hold another military conference, and then we're scheduled for the early morning of the day after"

"Really?"

That's a lot of relaxation. Well, it must be the big army, or something like that.

Or there too, Henrik's intentions are hesitant......

"What enemy forces are occupying the castle blockade? tens of thousands or so."

"The enemy calls it 100,000, but I actually thought it was about 50,000. But we also have a backpack."

"What about Angela?

"About five days ago, the news was about 20,000."

"I see."

It may be a dangerous difference in power, but the enemy will be waiting for the general to fall into the king's capital and come back. That makes later battles easier.

"So, the general of the enemy is of the Grand Duchy of Orula..."

"Yuri Olura. He is the lord of the Grand Duchy of Olura, still young... yes"

Trash has stood still with that sharp gaze, staring at Ishl.

"Sixteen or seventeen, just as old as Lord Bersch."

A number of question-and-answer sessions were then repeated, together with the dissolution.

Petra and Marya talked to Ishul afterwards. He did so, but Ishul said no at dinner and was led to a guest room on the west side of the palace. I also said no to Mira and Rifia and left alone in a beautiful bedroom with white painted walls.

Ishur opened the window of the room and turned his gaze out the window that sank into the dark.

Trash's story is still at the level of approximation......

I wanted to be alone first.

You must summon the Spirit, the one and the best one to fight Yuri Olura.

That's something I've been thinking about for a long time.

The inner pocket of the black leather coat covered in Harumel contains a piece of paper describing the names of Carlitos and Nayal and the Kraw wind spirits.

Because I couldn't memorize their names, but I wasn't going to subpoena them this time.

I don't mind Carlitos......

I want to call you more, I have a spirit I want.

Ishur smelled the night in the breeze blowing indoors.

And thou shalt give me the Spirit of the Wind, O Yveda, if thou wilt, and shew it in this long world.

"Hey, it's been a while.... the sword."

When Ishur cast a summoning spell, a breeze blew indoors, and a beautiful young man, boy, or an indescribable (or so) spirit sat in the window frame.

Hold the bow in one hand.

"Yeah."

Ishur smiled and nodded.

You're right, Yveda. Thanks.

“Grown up," Peter Pan or young Robin Hood.

"I'm glad you're here. Yolanche."

"Hehe."

The Spirit of the Wind also smiled back.

I once called you at White Ya Castle in Alva, bowman. Archers.

"Now it's going to be a tough fight. Show me your strength."

Not very compatible with the magic of the wind, one first thing for the rampage of gold (kane) magic fixtures.

Comes with a ranged attack.

……

Yoranche is silent, makes a pleasant face and nods.

Again before Ishur, the breeze came.