"Just like before, your protection comes first."
Yoranche Ingvallé said with a knack around the bow pattern at his fingertips.
He smiles slightly at his mouth alone, tilting his neck slightly and staring at Ishl.
The smile that Yoranche always floats is the same, unidentifiable smile as that Greek sculpture smile.
It seemed like a strange grin to Ishur that it was neither intimacy nor obedience to herself, nor, for some reason, even directed at herself, mocking the world as if it were all about the world.
... or the self-derision hidden in its disgust.
Yoranche is complicated. But there's some sweetness in his dawn, and that makes my heart twitch strangely.
"I still don't know about Yuri Olura, the master of the enemy with the magic equipment of gold. I still only know part of what kind of gold magic to use. But I know how powerful he is, how terrifying he is."
Yoran remains that smile.
I'm just explaining to him the general war situation that Trash just informed me about.
Perhaps in the immense vortex of war, of struggle, you will confront the man with the magic of gold - and I have already spoken of that.
"But the magical fundamentals of“ gold ”and“ wind "remain the same whether it be the magic of God"
Ishur gazed sharply as she appreciated Yoranche's laughter, staring at its beauty.
"How do you fight him? Roughly, but I'm already thinking."
Slightly, the grin of the Spirit deepens.
"This one against him, first, goes up in the sky and fights"
He would already (...) reach out to (...) the (...) realm (...) of (...) and (...) (...) (...) (...).
In that infinite swirling otherness of magic, in the realm of the Spirit.
In two days, they took over the Baltar Castle. There is something amazing about its magical power, its magnitude.
Additionally, I can't imagine the magnitude of the destructive force that is inherently characteristic of the magic of gold (kane), especially how penetrating it will be to objects.
If you compare it to the previous life, would it far outweigh the penetration of special artillery and guided shells for anti-tank, or underground facility attacks? That is no longer just an "iron spear”. It will be nothing in this world, hardened and covered with the magic of gold. That's what the power of God's magic equipment is.
Very dangerous. We should be vigilant.
If he attacks with that iron spear, he won't be able to prevent it with this wall of wind magic.
But there is absolutely no need to compare forces in an attempt to prevent them from being truly frontal.
If an iron spear strikes an iron bullet, all you have to do is scoop it off the side.
It is the power of the same divine magic fixture. It's probably impossible to interfere with his magic power itself.
That is why we take the power of our enemies and divert them.
The sky, the atmosphere, the air space is my realm. It is the territory of the Wizard of Wind.
Whether it's the power of a golden magic fixture or not, I won't let you like it.
I control the sky.
"Yoran, I need you to be even thorough with your restraints. In the meantime, I..."
Ishur stared at Yoranche even more narrowly.
"Sorry, sword. But they may also summon the Great Spirit and use it to restrain them."
Yoranche is rare when he turns off his grin and has blocked Ishl.
"Yeah? Oh......"
That, of course, is taken into account.
The Spirit of the Enemy is more of a direct opponent.
"You said earlier that you didn't know the enemy's master well enough."
Yoranche said with a grin up again and now a gentle smile with no back at all.
"I wonder if it's okay after I've done some research on the enemy. How we fight, it's up to us to decide. You don't have to panic yet."
The Spirit of the Wind nods slightly at his face and looks up at Ishl with the color of his cool eyes.
Ishur stands in the middle of one of the back rooms between refrains, a room like the reception or colloquial room, all the time.
"And don't worry about it. 'Cause you met Yveda, didn't you?
His refreshing smile looked a little, distorted.
"There is nothing in the sword of the wind given by Yveda that cannot be slashed"
"Oh, but..."
Ishur clouded his face with Yoranche's words.
... We need to be careful how we use that.
What would happen if we unleashed everything from the air against an enemy that would be on the ground.
That's what rips the earth apart and heaven falls... for goodness sake.
Perhaps it will be terrible to slash and tear the earth over hundreds of kilometres, how deep down the earth its blade reaches, how many natural mutations will occur before they kill their opponents.
But I've already thought about that.
Wind swords don't interfere much with the air around them, the atmosphere itself. I know that in the cathedral, when I slaughtered and lay down Malefioa.
The point is, we just have to turn to the ground and make sure we release the sword of the wind...
"Was Yuri Olura also given the strongest work (on purpose) by Vilodo the Golden God"
To Ishur's rather solitary groaning, Yoranche woke up from a flurry and turned his gaze to the darkness out the window.
"... I don't think so. A windsword-like business is usually not taught to people. Although there have been several humans with the magic of the wind, I wonder if none of them have been taught the sword of the wind by Yveda.... because you are Yveda's favorite."
Yoranche has turned his face to Ishul at "Because it's Yveda's favorite" place.
It's rare for him and a full smile.
"Not to mention that in a human wizard, you can never create that business"
"Really..."
In other words, the magic of the five elements that make up the world, so to speak, the great magic like the final depths, is not transmitted to man.
But so did Klau, but since the advent of Yveda, he has also come to speak indiscriminately about whether the ban has been lifted or these things.
"I don't know about the Golden God, but the Lord of his enemies..."
Yoranche stopped talking there and glanced out the room, down the hall.
"Someone's getting closer. Probably headed for this room."
"Yeah?"
Ishur turned his attention to the inside of the palace building.
You two? They're getting closer.
Each of the Ishurs is given a room on the west side of the palace.
The rooms of Rifia and Mira were on the same second floor, facing the same corridor. There are no guards in front of the room right now, by the way, and the servants refrain from doing so during the refrain.
As Ishur moved between the refrains next door, the door was just knocked from the outside.
"Master Ishur. It's Mira."
Beyond the thick door painted white with the surface, you can hear the creaking voice.
"Master Ishr!
When Ishur opened the door, Mira opened her eyes and said Ishur's name as she screamed.
Behind her was Sharka.
Those who approached Ishur's room were Mira and Sharka.
"Mira......"
Ishur closed the door when he was invited indoors to the two.
Does Sharka feel any sign of Yoranche, shaking her neck left or right and looking around?
Ishur did a little consciousness in the next room. Yoranche has already disappeared.
"Um, I didn't think I had much time until dinner, but I need to talk to Ishr..."
Mira leans forward in front of Ishur, and brightens and looks up her eyes, which only her heart can see moisturized.
When he recalled the Spirit, Ishur wanted to be alone. I wanted to do it alone.
That's why I declined the invitation from around me, but I succeeded successfully in the recall of Yoranche, and I was also able to talk to him. No more reason to be alone.
"Okay. Let's go to the next room."
Ishur led Mira to the reception room where he summoned Yolanche, and tried to ring the bell with a string hanging over the edge of the room.
"Don't worry about it. Ishur."
Ishur tried to get a maid to bring her some tea, but Mira has blocked it.
"I wanted to talk to you about the gold magic fixture."
"Yes...... Well, sit in the right chair. And Sharka."
Ishur looked at Mira's face and thought to herself.
"Before that story, Mira. If anything happens, you can tell me anything you want to worry about, okay? This is an exotic land for you."
... How much would she have done to me in the Holy City? It was just a righteous helper, an important force of war, so it couldn't be done, it was heartfelt.
"Well, Ishur. Glad to hear it."
Mira flashed her face and honestly expressed her joy, but immediately said she didn't care.
"I wish I could help you, Ishr. Um... just stay with Ishr, that's all."
Mira turns off her grin, rather turns into a serious face and stares at Ishl.
At the bottom of her eyes, a demonic light lights slightly.
"Yeah......, oh, thank you"
They each sit opposite each other in a bench arranged in the middle of the room. Sharka stood at the edge of the room.
In the end, it developed like a thank you from here.
No, to the brilliance of Mira's eyes I...
"Hmm."
That's when a soft breeze came from behind Ishur.
A slight magic brilliant, Yoranche reveals himself.
"Ha.... this"
The bowman's wind spirits pinched Ishur and stepped down to the position facing Mira directly in front of him.
"Well, what a beautiful Great Spirit!
Mira's gorgeous voice echoes indoors. Sharka solidified as she leaned far back.
... Is Yoran still the Great Spirit?
Ishur looked back and looked up at the Spirit of the Wind so called.
I know, of course, that the Spirit is strong, weak, but I don't even know if it's the Big Spirit or not, just because it looks like it. I don't particularly know the Spirit of the Wind.
"Sword."
Yoranche has called out to Ishl when he points his usual puzzling, sweet smile at Mira.
"You're pretty good, too.... you're a different girl than before."
Huh? What...
Not like before, you mean Refia?
Previously, the first time I summoned Yoran was at Alva Castle, when I was trying to kill Uncle Borderline.
……
When I felt the killing spirit and turned forward, Mira's face was imminent in front of me.
Hiiiiii.
Ishur also solidifies like Sharka.
No longer in Mira's eyes, the sweet glow was devoid of shards. He hoisted his eyebrows and his shooting gaze beat Ishl.
"I was a little concerned about an enemy general with a gold magic apparatus."
"Oh, oh."
He did it on purpose. I did it on purpose.
After that, Yoranche disappeared again as soon as she laughed softly.
Is that the Spirit? It's like a kid's prank. You just made fun of me.
Fortunately, the situation is just the situation, is it, although Mira quickly put up a spear for me.
"Master Ishur. Are you listening to me?
"Also, of course.... Mira is a golden wizard. I thought you had something to pin on."
"Yes, it is."
Mira looked scared for a moment, but soon she was in a good mood and smiled.
... Not good. And I need to concentrate.
But I'm glad it didn't matter because Mira wasn't in a bad mood originally.
"So what did you think of the magic of the enemy's gold?
"The“ iron spear ”of the enemy general, especially when used to protrude from the ground, and the iron plate that he gave to the moat, has changed. There is no such magic spell, and the Wizard of Gold doesn't usually use it that way. I can still see the iron spear of those who unleashed it from the sky towards the castle..."
Mira swims her gaze with her hands on her chin.
Ishur glanced at Sharka, who stood behind her.
Now Yoranche disappears and there are no signs, and Sharka is regaining her composure. She also puts her hands together in front of her chest, looks difficult and thinks about something.
"Neither do I, but I think I usually use it more as an iron ball. It's easier to change directions and guide them."
"I guess I focused on penetration. The target is a castle fort. The disadvantage of having a small destruction surface is the number, and I compensated for it on a scale. After you stabbed the iron spear, you probably melted the iron and started a fire. Fire after destruction of major structures, if fatal. That's it. If there was a powerful magician on the defensive side, there was nothing I could do."
"Ishur, your thoughts are the best..."
Mira said with an even more difficult face.
What Ishur said is that the opponent pushed off with an inexhaustible amount of magic.
"It's too simple to use the magic of enemy gold. I just rely on the magnitude of that power. Perhaps Yuri Olura has not been taught by the Golden Mage. And."
A grin spreads over Mira's face, which was a hard look.
"Like Ishur, Mr. Leni - no, I haven't been given great magic directly by the wind gods, that's all I'm sure of."
"Right..."
If you are going to destroy the Baltar Castle Line in a day or two, it would make sense to use the "divine work", a business that can be given directly by Vilod the Golden God, the great magic that can be called the magical depths of gold.
Mira has always said the same thing about Yoranche.
Yuri Olura has not trained in the magic of gold, not yet, taught by Vilodo......
"So you can't lose, Ishur. Ishur is a magical genius. It's so diverse, beautiful, and magical that you've never seen."
However, Leni also says, "Those with the magic equipment of the wind do not have to force existing magic to remember". I mean, with the immensity of that power, I mean, I don't know if I can push it through.
The use of the magic of the enemy general's gold is also consistent with what Leni said. What Yuri Olura is doing is simple and clear, and it is also a sensible way to do it.
So I guess he doesn't intentionally train in the magic of gold, he doesn't think it's necessary.
But for that reason, the magic he uses is simple and I can't feel the variety. He exercises the magic of gold solely because of his knowledge of magic and his imagination.
Then maybe it would be more advantageous for me to have the knowledge of my previous life and have been taught directly by Yveda, as Mira put it.
The magical information still used by the enemy general, Yuri Olura, is fragmentary, and it is only sudden to decide and conclude that it is.
But what Mira felt when she heard about Trash was pretty much the same thing I felt about him.
Besides, Mira once made me do a brilliant job of breaking the magic of the wind.
"I'm not worried about this battle at all."
Mira smiles and says.
Was this why she was in a good mood?
"Master Ishur was given the divine service by Master Yveda. We should take that more seriously."
"Yeah......"
That may be true.
"But the next enemy will use the magic of gold. I may not be very helpful."
So Mira clouded her expression.
She went on to explain that her magic would be swallowed up by the same golden magic of the enemy and would not work effectively.
"That's all right"
Then this time I smile at Ishur.
"You can use Mira's magic. I've been thinking about it."
……
For a moment, Wordless Mira. Ishur turned to Sharka, who stood behind her.
"For example, Sharka. When in battle, float a large number of iron balls in the air."
"Oh."
Sharka nods with her usual faceless expression, whether she understands Ishur's thoughts or not.
"I'll grab that iron ball (...) and beat it to the enemy"
"Huh? That's"
Mira looked out for her and stretched her spine.
"The magic of the wind can be superimposed on other magic, especially on other four-element magic."
"Well... I was"
A grin spreads again on Mira's astonished face.
"That would be terrible."
"Oh."
The magic of the wind tends to be slightly inferior to other phylogenetic magic, fire, earth, water and gold magic, and to offense and defense other than “slashing”. What do you mean, the wind is just the movement of the gas?
But especially in the outdoor atmosphere, that is, in the vast space where gases are present, the magic of the wind has a strong influence over other phylogenetic magic.
If we accelerate the metal that is an individual with that explosive magic by the magic of the wind, we will far surpass the attack by the same metal that is created and controlled by the magic of gold.
Doesn't that work well against Yuri Olura, who has the magic equipment of gold?
But if it can be a magic tool for the wind, it can be a magic tool for the enemy's money. "
That the other person will have already noticed.
If someone encounters a situation where someone uses other phylogenetic magic up close, they will know it's natural.
"But I'm glad. I'm here to help you, Ishr...?
Mira, with a delightful colour, looks suspicious following Fujiru's gaze.
Ishur had his face turned towards the door through which he would pass during the refrain.
"Somebody's coming."
Yoranche hasn't said anything this time. Keep the signs off.
"Sorry, Mira"
Ishur puts a no on Mira, takes his seat and heads between refrains.
So I heard knocking on the door facing the hallway outside.
"Ishur. Can I have a word with you?"
There was a rifia there when I opened the door. Long silver hair dazzles Ishr's eyes with gloss.
"Oh, oh..."
Has Rifia even taken a bath? From her comes a warm, clear scent.
Ishur stiffened his whole body. I couldn't move like I was bewitched.
Refia wore an off-the-shoulder, empty dress with a fine white frill.
"I came back to Frontera because of you. We'll be out the day after tomorrow."
"Ah? Oh..."
Ishur rang his throat.
There was nothing I could do. I couldn't resist it very much.
A thin shoulder-to-neck line that became a ripple of rifia caused even pain, rather than beauty to Ishl. Maybe the pleasure of going too far is painful.
"I need to talk to Ishr. I'm here."
Rifia's eyes won't let go of him by capturing Ishur.
When you have finished Ishur, a strong light like the one you have won. On the other hand, swinging at some anxiety, a suing light. The radiant things in his eyes erode Ishur's heart.
"Can you let me in?"
……
Ishur silently took Lihuia's hand and invited her into the room.
"Oh, Mr. Refia. Congratulations."
Mira says in a somewhat annoying voice.
"Mmm..."
Mira was here first when Ishur, like she was in love, took her into the next.
Now Rifia is for a moment, but it was my turn to sit flat.
"Rifia, sit where you fit in"
I said whether the magic of her charm had been solved, pointing to Ishur's empty chair with one hand.
During the reception, tables, single-seater chairs, etc. are arranged in long chairs with low seating surfaces.
"Mira and I were just talking about the Enemy General's gold magic fixture."
Ishur smiled unnecessarily and saw the beautifully decorated rifia.
It was dangerous. I was totally hit.
If the situation wasn't exactly the situation, if Mira hadn't come, I don't know how far she would have stepped in and done it like it was good.
……
Lifia turned her jaw up silently and sat in the chair next to Mira.
The slippery sound of the fabric of the dress tickles Ishl's ear.
"So, what business did Mr. Riffia need?
"Oh, oh."
Refia looked back and looked at Ishl.
There is no more shaking light in its eyes.
"Ishur, I've only been asked a rough outline of the war situation yet, but I'm guessing you're already thinking of a rough operation? Let me hear it."
"Hmm..."
Is Mira talking about magic, and Rifia talking about war?
"Even so. Though I only think about it in a really rough way. It'll all depend on the situation."
……
Both Rifia and Mira snort silently to keep up with Ishur's story.
"First of all, if you fight an enemy general, make it King's Capital, make it another city, and I want to do it away from where many people live. I don't really care about the terrain. I don't care if it's flat, mountainous or anywhere... but this one wants to go up in the sky and fight, so I guess I'd still like a grassland with a good view or something flat"
"That'll be easy to attack, but you'll see it coming from the enemy side."
"I want to get out of the city..."
Rifia and Mira go at the same time.
"First, yes"
Ishur continued when he nodded to Mira to show it.
"If the enemy general and I fight, we don't know what kind of damage will be done around us. If you suck, the terrain could change."
"Yes..."
Mira blues her face and throats when it's time for Lifia.
If I wave the sword of the wind toward the surface.
The enemy will surely also be able to be killed, but will its blade reach the mantle layer as far as the crust is grated? I'm not sure what happens on the surface as a result.
That's why if you lose power, you'll probably be prevented by your enemies. Enemy magic equipment is "gold", metal related magic. I can't predict how much defense you'll show.
"Regardless of the enemy soldiers, we don't want to involve the armies of our allies, the inhabitants of the city, or even the nearby inhabitants. It was a battle in the King's Capital and the whole city was wiped out, and I can't even see what happened."
……
Both Mira and Rifia nodded with their faces stretched tight.
They are both stretching their spines to stiffen their faces as well as their entire bodies.
"So, that's what Lifia said."
What Lifia's trying to say is that if you jump up into the sky, you won't have to use magic to find them right away.
Who possesses the magic of God. Whatever you do with that magic, no matter where you hide, you will soon find it with its immense magic. We just have to give up because that's something we can't help each other with, but if we don't use magic, we'll also be able to hide ourselves in some circumstances. But if it's floating in the air, it keeps using magic, even if it's small, and depending on the weather, it can be seen to quite a distance, not to mention a small human being.
Since at night there is no ground discernment by sight and we must approach within the sensing radius of magic, it is not subject to consideration from the outset.
"When you do go up in the sky, you see it fit on the enemy's side. All the more so because you use magic to fly through the sky. But this one has a wider vision, so it's the same thing that makes it easier to find enemies on the ground. Besides, above all in the air, we can detect and deal with the magical expression of our enemies as quickly as possible. You can't use the magic of the wind in the ground, and you can barely sense it, so staying on the ground is more dangerous."
"Well, yeah,"
Refia nods in an unacceptable way.
"I wonder what the weather looks like this time of year, north of Wang Du and along the Butektas Mountains"
The Wang capital, of course, has never been to the west side of the kingdom, far from the village of Bersch, with thin edges.
He left Frontera the day after tomorrow and arrived around the Wang capital in late February (November) in the fall. If so, it would be a few days from then to fight the enemy general.
It is true that it rains and snows a lot in the northwest of the kingdom during the winter months and the weather should not be very good......
"Oh, then it might be in Ishur's favor. Along the mountains north of Wangdu, in winter clouds carried by the winds blowing in from the northeast hit the mountains on the west side, causing many bad weather days. It doesn't rain or snow like every day, but cloudy days definitely get more. If you're lucky, even if you go up in the sky, you'll be able to fight while hiding yourself in the clouds"
Rifia is the lord of Alva, furthest from the king's capital, but naturally there have been times before when he went to the king's capital and stayed there.
She immediately decided that depending on the weather, Ishur rising to the sky would be more advantageous.
"Yeah. It's still not clear when or how many days we're going to fight in the King's capital or its north, but if we're going to fight our enemies, we're going to be on the western side of the mountain."
Either way, when you fight Yuri Olura, you will hit each other with powerful magic. Even if you hide in the clouds, you can see the glow of magic, and it doesn't make much sense.
... but then there's the way to fight.
Ishur leans down and smiles softly.
There are measures.
Nevertheless. If I had the magic of gold, how would I fight?
The sensing ability in the open is clearly better than the magic fixture of the wind. First, how do I cover it?
I would have splashed fine, fine pieces of metal into the air as long as I had magic, so that I could sense everything, whether it's magic, whether it's people or objects, coming into it. Besides, if that's the way to go, you can use it even in the dark...
And turn that piece of metal into a more toxic, some kind of heavy metal...
Hmm?
"Mira, the gold wizard can produce metals other than iron or steel, right?
It is iron that is usually used in the magic of gold. Vilodo, the golden god, is also known separately as the Iron God.
"A general gold wizard can only produce iron and up to about steel at best. That's not possible in large numbers either. With the help of the covenant Spirit, I think it can be considerably increased depending on its spiritual abilities. The magic of gold is more than producing metal, for example turning a sword into a shield, or lightening a heavy iron mass - reshaping or lightening the original metal to move it is its main ability. I also usually let Sharka have a certain amount of iron."
So Mira took a breath and smiled and stared at Ishur's face.
"A good wizard can mean someone who can do more, more powerful magic on more iron, but certainly Ishl is right, some wizards who have made a name for themselves in the past produced copper, lead, tin, zinc, bronze and brass"
And for a moment Mira's smile becomes horrible.
"... and mercury too"
"I see."
Whether it creates fog, so to speak, of heavy metals, or is naturally toxic, it would basically not be instant.
But if that's the vaporized mercury, can we expect it to be quite effective?
... Well, I'm not sure with my awkward knowledge of reason.
In the first place, it's true that uranium and plutonium were also metallic, right? No, does that make no sense unless it is refined, concentrated?... No. If we are aiming for immediacy and destructiveness, we must divide that atomic nucleus.
"Mira, besides iron, is there anything else she can produce?
"I can produce iron and harder steel, and just a little bit of copper."
"Right."
"My mentor, Benellio Scalforo, had the moves, and he didn't tell me either, but it was rumored at the time among the royal magicians that the secret moves were to produce mercury."
Mira said, giving me your face. Drop your voice.
That means her master used poison, he was a poisoner.
"Is there still a wizard who has been able to produce gold and silver, platinum in the past"
"It's God's business now."
Mira went on to say that by the time of the ancient Urk, there was said to have been some alchemy-like disciplines, but not a very credible story.
"Well, I guess so"
If gold and silver could have been produced so easily, be it gold or silver, the value as it is now would not have been maintained.
"The enemy general may attack by producing large quantities of mercury and lead. That's dangerous."
Lifia says with both arms in front of her chest looking difficult.
The trick is a little funny in the dress.
"A golden magic device would do that without bitterness"
"We should fight at a distance from the enemy general. Then we should be particularly careful with the magic of our enemies flowing through the ground."
And, Mira.
"The Wizard of Gold (Kane) can feel some signs of magic in the ground. You can also pass magic. In the soil, iron ore and other metal-based ores are slightly distributed."
Metal, if trace, would be present both in the atmosphere and in the water. That's enough to ignore, and people in this world don't know that. But if it's in the ground, it can't be ignored. However, I think that also depends on the terrain, the location......
"If I am in danger of sprinkling on myself, whether it be magic from the earth or metal poison that touches my body and tries to get inside, I can sense everything and prevent almost everything of it. Well, it'll be tough on the golden magic opponent. … and"
Refia said if she had poisonous magic implements, she would also react in some way to poisons such as mercury and lead and teach them to their owners.
"I see. If you ask me, I will."
Ishur dropped his gaze on the poisonous ring he was putting on his right hand finger.
"Refia is strong. But it's the other guy. Mira's right. You better stay away from melee."
Yuri Olura will naturally also have knowledge of the toxicity of metals such as lead, tin and mercury, but he will not know, for example, that vaporizing mercury significantly increases its effects.
If it's a golden magic tool in the first place, it sprays massive pieces of metal in the air and scratches the surrounding area with force, that's all it takes to get the full effect. The point is the same thing as they are, where countless shots are fired into them, or exposed to fragments of exploded bombs. It may not make much sense to be wary of the vaporization of mercury.
And such a use of the magic of gold, they still won't know it, and they won't think of it.
"Mr. Riffia is doing his tricks and bows..."
"Of course, I understand. Do you want me to throw a spear? That's more powerful. I think even an enemy general with a golden magic tool would want a lot of effect."
……
"Ha"
Ishur and Mira had a pulling grin.
I've heard from Rifia before that he threw a spear at the flying Fire Dragon and knocked it off to the ground.
"Oh, yeah."
"Ishl."
Rifia, in her freshly dazzled dress, climbs out and stares at Ishul.
"The general of the enemy may only be able to argue with you. But don't try to do anything alone. Even we can be restrained or disturbed."
Next to Rifia, Mira nods slowly if she stares at Ishur too.
The enemy is not Yuri Olura alone. Mira and Rifia will show unmatched strength against the enemy army, the sorcerer.
"... ok"
Ishur nodded back to Mira, followed by Rifia.
What comes to mind in the eyes of Refia.
You see everything, don't you?
In the next battle, I really wanted to keep them as far away from dangerous situations as possible. It wasn't just about fighting the general of the enemy, it was about engaging in battle (how much), everything.
I was thinking of getting into Trash and Rusla, which are moving the Grand Duke's army substantially, getting information from them, dedicating it to them if possible, and controlling it for the convenience of this one.
Lifia was reading what I was thinking. We want to fight together, we want to help at all, we have been nailing you to rely more.
This was the first thing she asked about the operation. That's what she wanted to say.
……
Ishur looked strange and let him snort again.
As the Ishurs were speaking in, there were also signs of people approaching the hallway outside.
When Ishur went out and opened the door while he refrained, he now followed the made-headed Christina behind his back, and Petra stood.
"Petra......"
You, too.
You're the third one. You visited my room.
Ishur looked down and saw Petra's face.
"It's time for dinner. I'm here for you."
Petra looks up again.
I just wanted to say a few words before that.
"Oh.... that's fine"
Ishur said as he led Petra to the reception room.
"I have a client."
"Hmm?"
Petra tried to suddenly jump up when she went into the next, making a barbaric noise.
"Hey, what is it? If so!
"Oh, well"
"This is it. Petra."
Mira and Rifia let Petra's mixed voice of surprise and condemnation flush with a breeze where it blows, and when they rose out of the chair without any upset, they lowered their hips and drooped their heads (like this).
"Christina"
When Petra called the maid's head, she ordered Rifia to lead them to the supper room.
"The concubine just wants to talk to Ishul and Fu (...) Ri (...)"
Petra said to Rifia and Mira for no reason.
The grumpy face is then pointed at Ishl.
"May I, Ishr?"
……
Ishur was silent and made him snort again and again.
Ha.
But Petra's. That's still adorable, freaky and saving.
I'm afraid of Mira and Rifia.
"Now if you'll excuse me. Your Highness."
"So long, Petra."
Rifia and Mira greet each other with a clear face to go, leaving the room.
Ishl doesn't have a single voice, and he doesn't turn his gaze.
I'm still afraid of those two......
"You Ishl. That's a hell of a lot. Totally."
The signs of the Rifias turned away, and the indoors were Ishur and Petra, alone.
Petra said so and looked away at the lid when she glanced at Ishur, and did her hand on her mouth, Cohon, and so on.
Yoranche remains the same and doesn't show up.
Well, first of all, it's about Marya.
Petra drops by Ishl.
Her eyes as she looks up are stained with worrying colors.
Always bright, no, the sad look on the girl's face behaving that way sometimes comes with the pain of being able to tighten her chest.
"... yeah"
Ishur turned serious and stared back at Petra.
"As you know, Marya is depressed at the loss of your brother. Why don't you comfort him? I'm not worried about my family in Antilla."
It's cheap.
Ishur gave Petra a good nod.
"As you may have noticed, back then, when we took out Brigal, Marya didn't just do what we wanted and try to draw her into the royal family. After that, it was Marya who stood by the Frontera Chamber of Commerce and persuaded her concubine and father."
Petra looked down and continued, "Father initially thought that if you didn't serve the royal family, you'd be buried in the dark," he said. That convinced Marya and Petra, who agreed with Marya's idea, to persuade Henrik to ignore one case that destroyed Brigal in exchange for the Red Emperor Dragon Crusade. By the way, Henrik did not object to the assassination of Borderline Bird and did not have to persuade himself further about it.
"Marya felt an incredible possibility because she did. I didn't just feel sorry for you. I've been running back a long time to fulfill my sinful wish."
……
Ishur turned out to be a difficult face and stared silently at Petra.
Back then, Marya was meeting directly with Seville and Imal at the Chamber of Commerce to gather my information. What surprised me a little was that she had a good relationship with them and gained a lot of trust. That was a very aristocratic daughter, and that was not the kind of thing the court demon conductor would take the initiative to do either. It wasn't something I could do. Seville is a big merchant, not that. Those in a proud position were not the kind of people to treat with care.
At first glance, Marya looks silent and pull-in-the-mill, but somehow she exerts great power in every negotiation between such people.
her waking, quiet personality on a daily basis. Moderate thoughts hiding there, judgment. That's not all, the great thing she has, whether it's kindness or the way she always naturally remembers humanity and penetrates the mind, is one of the important backbones that makes Marya a martyr.
So I felt it somehow, so I didn't feel the itch to head to Kusim with her.
On that road trip, Marya told me how Seville and Imal felt about me. Marya said they saved me. Did Marya draw their hearts out, no, her feelings were the same for me as for the Sevilles.
"Marya is a difficult treasure for a concubine. Please help me for my friend."
"Of course."
Ishur raised his smile and nodded.
Behind Petra's sinking eyes, a slightly bright light appeared.
Next time, have you read the concubine's letter?
"Oh, sure. The invasion of the United Kingdom is on its way to Frontera."
"Hmm. Evan told me that Lord Lifia had made contact with him a few days after his father came out. Immediately afterwards, he confronted Bionato in the Church's main mountain, and was told that he had won a brilliant victory."
Petra looked happy, but it also squeezed her expression in an instant and glanced a little at Ishur's left hand finger puller bag.
"And about two days ago, the temple head of the main temple came to the castle."
Petra softens up and leans on Ishl.
She said with a slight silence.
"Is it true that the wind god descended at that time?
"Oh......"
It has been about half a month since the rite of the Holy Crown. Indeed, by the time the news reaches Frontera, it will be the right time.
"Mmm. That's amazing..."
Petra put her arms together in front of her chest a little further away from Ishur, one impressed and roared.
The cute voice seems a little out of place.
"I have already rewarded my father for succeeding and losing Bionato, and for being close to joining us."
"Well, I guess so"
That's what Henrik's slow movement is all about. Not only is my rendezvous with the main unit, but my rendezvous is also in the calculations.
Nothing. That's special, that's not weird. I'll do the same for Henrik. There is no one else who can fight the magic of gold properly.
I'm sure he's also after the loss of his eldest brother, the King, Marius III, but as far as I'm concerned, he's not in a position to give an opinion on it, and that's what a royal would be in the first place. Nothing particularly good or bad. If Henrik is to be the next king, then it is likely that he will be Petra to succeed him. If that's not going to happen, then that's fine.
"So, do you want to see Uromira before you do? What do we do?"
Petra says so, and turns her gaze to Ishur's left hand again.
"Do you want to see my left hand? What I'm hiding."
"Uhm. Can you show me?"
Petra has pointed a meaningful gaze at Ishl, knowing about that stone.
... The red jade stone on my left hand is already known to many, mainly nobles and clerics, in the Holy City. How far did the temple head of the main temple of Frontera, who met Petra, tell her about it? Or maybe he doesn't know everything yet, either, or he hasn't been informed. It was originally the secretary of the Cathedral Church and the House of the Holy King that the two red jade stones are what bring the magic of the earthly gods.
Just out of Petra's reaction, I wonder if that's how much you know that at least what's on my left hand is a special so-called precious stone, plus a crack in the crown-decorating gem that involves the succession to the throne of the Holy King.
Ishur smiled slightly, taking his gloves and putting the back of his left hand up in front of Petra's face.
In the indoor lights, a bright red stone rises with a deep shadow.
"Whoa, this is"
"Become"
Moment after moment, Ishur leaned back in amazement.
... what!?
"Hey, what is it? Suddenly."
Petra complains about the spirit that appeared right next door.
"Hmm. This is not real. Womeo, that's just itchy, the stone of the gods!
The Spirit looked at the red jade stone affixed to the back of Ishur's left hand and stared still.
"The Stone of the Goddess? Is that... hmm?
When Petra feels some strange air and looks at Fufu Ishl, he is solidified.
"Duh, what's wrong? Ishl."
Ishur rang his throat and looked at the two men lined up flat in the front.
"Petra and Petra..."
In front of me stood another Petra, shining translucent.
"hahaha"
"Hey, what!
The Spirit opened his mouth and laughed, and Petra stepped on a red-dyed estate with a red face.
"Nice to meet you. You're Uromira?
"Um, yeah. Greetings, sword of the wind."
Uromira, as it were, nodded to Eagle Deep in the exact same tone as Petra, with the same trick.
"This is... awesome"
"What is it?"
Petra isn't in a very good mood for some reason to Ishur, who I admire firmly when I look at you both.
"This is destiny,... right"
"So what!
"Well, well, Petra"
Uluomira cares not at all, and trivially scolds Petra.
"Hmm!... Bye"
Petra finally turned her face toward the day after tomorrow and bent her umbilical cord.
But I didn't know this was similar...... This is just a coincidence, then I'm sorry.
These two tied together, tied together. Maybe like that......?
It's just that Petra is only fifteen, or about that age. She will still grow, and eventually she will grow older. This is the only time you two are exactly the same. The Spirit may also take a long time to ascend and grow, but I don't know if he will change his appearance, like a human being. Not necessarily.
"So, Mr. Uromira. I heard you wanted to talk to me about your involvement with the gods."
What she jumped on the red jade stone on my left hand side is that it was exactly a story about the god of the earth, no magic fixture of the earth.
"Just Uluomira, so be it. Special forgiveness."
Uluomira puts her hands on her hips and raises her chin, claiming that she still has this chest.
"Hehe. Then I will."
Ishur smiled bitterly at the way it looked.
... Looks just like Petra to the trick. Aren't you a loving spirit?
"... and not about it"
Uluomira has tried to look up from the bottom and put her face closer to Ishl.
If you mean to talk about the god of the earth, isn't Uromira a fairly high spirited man?
But you're getting so close, I can't feel so much magic.
I'm not sure what the Spirit's character or rank is, for some reason I can't feel like another wizard. So I'm not sure about her either. Maybe it's also because you can't feel the magic.
"I thought I'd stop talking right now. I'm really curious."
... What do you care?
Ishur glistened translucent, staring at Petra just like him.
"What is it?"
Petra pinches her mouth from side to side.
"I hear the magic of the Golden God has manifested itself in the world of men.... I guess I'll be trying to get that one too."
Uromira's lips are distorted and her eyes narrowed. From the touching distance of the tip of my nose, I stare back to shoot through it.
……
Hehe, I see. Exactly.
Ishur distorted the edge of his lips.
"There may be something behind it. Let's not talk about concubines until we have the magic of gold."
Insurance breaks out of Wolomira's face.
Her gaze was poured into Ishl's left hand red jade stone.
And I said face up again.
"The concubine is looking forward to that time. Always come with the magic of gold."
... this guy.
But there's a back, huh?
Ishur felt his whole body get unwittingly hot.
Something to lose.
An enemy general with a gold magic appliance? That's not all.
I can see the corner of my mouth rising.
Ishur said he would have a fierce grin.
"Fine."
Uromira was not pressed by Ishl's temper, and when she smiled slightly, suddenly, she lowered her head deeply.
"Please say hello then"
"Oh."
"Bye, Petra. I'll see you again, Wind Sword."
Uromira smiled at Petra when she looked up, and again at Ishl.
Uromira disappeared as she was, trying to dissolve in the background.
"Totally......"
Petra sighed, turning a slightly anxious face to Ishl.
"You mean the stones that are stuck in the back of your hand are not just treasures related to the inheritance of the throne of the House of the Holy King? It's not like there's anything else going on. A concubine, a Wolomira, and something more serious, even with the god of the earth."
"I guess that's what's gonna happen"
Petra still doesn't know much about the treasure of the Holy Kingdom, until she talks about a pair of red jade stones that make the magic of the gods of the earth manifest.
"If he's going to talk later, let me hear it from the concubine, and the red jade stone."
"Oh. Okay."
If only I were alive then.
I must tell Petra about the Red Jade Stone, and that I am collecting the magic of God.
"Let's go, then, to the supper room. We're all here now."
……
Ishur nodded silently and took his hand when he asked Petra to meet him.
"Bye, princess."
"Oh."
Petra's smile shines.
Signs of several people approaching from those outside the room.
Probably the Christians, maids with petra.
Yoranche doesn't look the same. A little further up, only slight signs can be felt.
Ishur invited Petra outside the room.
There is a bitter smile on its face.
It was a long conversation play.
... No. Study group, should I have said?
Mira, Rifia, and Petra came to see me.
You want to talk to me, you want to let me know, you worry.
The appearance of Uromira, Petra's covenant spirit, whom I first met, was a surprise.
So unexpectedly, the grin disappears.
But......
"Marya didn't come after all."
Ishur whined secretly in his mouth.