A small dinner party welcoming the Ishurs took place on the west side of the same palace, on the ground floor, in a large dining room there.
An elongated table where about twenty people could sit was placed in the center of the room, seated Petra on the upper seat, with the same on both sides of it facing each other.
In addition to Ishur and Petra, the participants were Mira, Rifia and Marya, then the three counts of Nicebald, Ove and Lombards, Marmel, Regulbar, Bocheerk, Fargo and the other heads of the Viscounts and Barons, plus one magnificent man named Dimars Benito, the court demon mentor, who attended.
As a member of the absentee unit, he meant to remain in Frontera like this. Nina, the same court magician who taught contraindication magic from Ishur, and Domil Fulsik, a powerful man believed to be the Grand Duke's katana, and other court mages who had been placed in Frontera, were already led by Henrik to appear and were not in the Grand Duke's Castle.
Trash Rouge, the military superintendent who gave us an account of the war in the Great Hall, and Rusla Niesbard, the son of Count Niesbard, who was present at that time, were not called to dinner.
The activity of the coup d 'état of the Holy King, that is to say the Isles, became the main one, not least the topic on the table, but also the interest of the participants. Was it also a custom or a modus operandi of some kind, and I could not give you any story about the war (how much) over the invasion of the United Kingdom.
As a result, it turned out to be a rough dinner party for Ishur. It was Mira, who was also accustomed to these seats that became the center of the banquet, who spoke much for herself, took the initiative in answering Petra's and the Horsemen's questions and offered a wealth of topics.
Mira first praised the righteous clerics, including Ulturo, the chief cleric, and then over-performed Ishur's work even this way to speak with him. Ishur complained to Mira many times with her eyes, "Stop" or "The More," etc., but always obedient to Ishur, she somehow ignored or continued to flush his signals half intentionally.
Rifia, sitting next to her, was desperately signaled and ignored by Mira, while she laughed desperately watching Ishur get attention from around her and perplexed, which seemed spicy in another way.
Petra was Petra, watching such an exchange between Ishul and Rifia, Mira, and getting on with it, hitting Mira with many questions to cheer up the story and enjoy it.
When it was also a step in which the wind god Yveda descended in the rite of the Holy Crown, the seat was engulfed in silence and an indescribable majestic air.
Mira did not touch on any of the "swords of the wind” that Ishur waved, but the lords present appeared to have once again strengthened their will to Ishur's ranks, blessed by the wind gods.
While Ishur was unexpectedly painful by Mira, she watched Hikaru and Marya, but she remained the same, smiling occasionally on the rare surface of her expression, and she also gazed at Ishur once more.
... nothing particularly unusual. I wonder if it's all right.
Even though Ishur thought so, he felt something in the corner of his mind that he was not convinced of.
"Lord Ishur, may I?"
At the end of the dinner party, the vertigo takes his seat and each leaves the supper room in a colloquial manner.
When Ishul tried to go to Mary, he was suddenly called out from behind.
Turning around, a slightly longer face stood on the shorter gray hair, Count Nicebald. He was introduced when he was briefed on the state of war in the evening, the man in command of the main unit.
"This is a good place. I have something to tell you."
No, I need to talk to Marya...
Marya went out of the room with Petra.
Rifia and Mira are surrounded by another Lords present.
Behind Nicebald was about thirty, and there was also a neat looking Earl of Ove. He is the castle owner of Aarhus, a city along Frontera Avenue.
"Actually, there's something I'd like you to do for Lord Ischl."
Ove has also slightly lowered his voice and called out to Ishl.
On the banquet table just now, because Mira and Petra called him by his name, "Ishur," "Ishur," etc., or they didn't call Ishur by his family name either, but they called him by his name with ease.
"I'd love to. Lord Ishur."
So, sneaking from behind the long Count of Ove, Rusla Niesvaldo turned up. I'm nostalgic, I'm getting a full grin.
This guy......, when.
Rusla wasn't at the dinner party.
Ishur quickly ran his gaze to the left and right.
Magic is not being used. Hidden magic is not used.
Dinner rooms include the interior of the room, two entrances and exits on the east side, a refrain room for servants serving the north and south, as well as catering and cooking rooms.
... this man, the maids, were lurking in and out of the cooking room.
Many servants enter and leave the dining room and each room connected to it, refraining from doing so. If they are disputed between them, Ishur cannot discern the suspicious.
Whatever Crowe is, Yoranche will be harmful and missed and abandoned as is unless he is a killer.
……
Ishur glanced at him with a harsh look, as opposed to Rusla with a soft expression.
This guy was hiding and watching the whole dinner party, he was observing...
I see, he's an unafraid person.
"... So, what can I do for you?
Ishur did not take his gaze off Rusla and said in a low voice.
"I'll be out in the morning the day after tomorrow, but I really have to decide by then."
Rusla advanced to the front of Ishur and began talking.
He speaks in a soft tone, with an elevated voice as well as appearance.
"Actually, Petra, it's nice to rub you in."
"Petra's?
Ishur said plenty, in a suspicious tone.
Both Counts Nicebald and Ove, Rusla's father, smile bitterly and remain silent.
I wasn't sure if that was because Ishl called out "Petra" and her, the royal family, just having trouble with what they've been calling out for, as it seems.
"Yes, we would like to think about the future and ask Petra to come forward, but some of us are against it and we are not pulling back, and we are in trouble."
"I see..."
"What do you think, Lord Ishur, of Petra's presence?"
... Rusla has said "think about the future”.
Easy, easy.
In this situation, where the king's brother Demetrio died in battle and King Marius III doesn't know what will happen, Petra fro
It's certainly not very nice not to leave for Ntera.
Some of the Lords now gathered in Frontera belong to the Demetrio and Marius III factions. Marius III and one of his daughters, Princess Nerda, will still be alive, as will Demetrio's two children, in Angela, the fortified city where he lived.
If henceforth a detachment of the United Kingdom falls upon the king's capital and strikes or captures Marius III, the next king will be almost determined in Henrik. The child under Demetrio is a boy, but not yet an adult, and it is certain that Henrik will take over the throne.
The question is who will be king after Henrik. That boy from Demetrio, or Petra?
Henrik would naturally eliminate Demetrio's orphan and set Petra on the next king, the queen of the Kingdom of Radice. Children in the Demetrio may eventually be murdered, sent out of the country for political marriage, etc. Nerda, the daughter of Marius III, is the same, even if she survived.
But if anti-Henriks retain a certain force in the process, national politics could be disrupted. Whether Henrik can be pushed out at that time or not, it is now time for Petra to make a record of his attempts to fight in the battle against the United Kingdom.
The day after tomorrow, Petra will appear or not with the main team, which could have a serious impact on her future.
What Rusla said about the future refers to that point.
The two counts of Nicebald, Ove, and the Grand Duke are close to each other, and Trash Rouge is the main face of Henrik's faction.
"It has been decided. How is the Grand Duke instructed?"
Ishur showed that he was in favor of Petra's appearance by showing that he did not need to answer Rusla's question properly.
The question is, what is Henrik thinking? If he had ordered Petra to appear, there could be no such thing as a military dispute in the first place.
What the hell is that one thinking......
"... that's it"
Rusla said with a meaningful gaze with his father, the Earls of Nicebald and Ove, he turned into a troubled face.
But their atmosphere isn't all that bad because it turns out Ishur is in favor of Petra coming out.
"Henrik said to leave it to Petra's will..."
"Huh?"
Ishur accidentally raised his bare voice.
What, that.
"As Petra's father, Henrik is shaken between the battle and the rush for the throne."
Taking over Rusla's words, his father, Levan Niesbard, changed to explain.
Henrik loves Petra, the oblivion of his late wife Valentina, above all else. That's why I don't want her out in the fight against the United Kingdom, which has enemy generals with gold magic equipment. But with him, I know too well the importance of Petra coming forward for the future battle for the throne. With her powerful earthly magic fixture, she also expects to have a generous battle.
As a result, Henrik was greatly troubled and unable to make a decision.
……
Ishur listened to the Count's explanation and sighed blatantly with a grand sigh. My shoulders are disappointed and I can lower them.
I understand Henrik's problem.
You can't, Father...
"The military has not yet reached a conclusion, which means..."
"Petra wants to see you out."
Rusla reacts quickly.
"Hmm...?
Ishur glanced over at the men who surrounded him.
Then why don't we come to a conclusion?
Lord Aeren.
Rusla smiled bitterly again.
"Lord Marya is strongly opposed to Petra's appearance."
Ishur was led by the Grand Duke's maid and returned to his room.
By the time Rusla and the others were finished, there was no sign of Mira and Rifia in the supper room.
Regardless of Refia, I also wanted to complain about one of Mira's...
On the other hand, I know why she made the conversation so big on purpose. The topic at that banquet seat eventually spreads to each minister through the Lords and eventually to the soldiers.
How comforting it is to be joined by the Wizard of the Wind, who defeated the Red Emperor Dragon, who possesses the Magic of the Wind blessed by the Wind God in his own army. I'm sure the morale of the Royal Army will jump.
... Anyway, it's Marya now.
Petra asked me to comfort Marya and cheer her up. That's all Petra said.
That princess didn't give a shit about Marya, and she didn't tell me what she really wanted to do.
Petra probably didn't want me to do anything to comfort Marya with regret.
He wanted me to treat Marya without any interest or smugness and without anything to do with it.
I wonder how Petra feels about Marya.
"... so if you need anything, it's in each room, don't pull the ringing string. Best regards,"
In front of me, the maid who led me out of the supper room explained something and I kept my head down.
Petra, you're a big one.
"I wonder if Lord Marya Aeren is on your side."
Ishur smiled and spoke to the maid.
... What Rusla and the others have said was, I want you to convince Marya to oppose Petra's appearance.
But if you want to attract Petra, there's something else you can do.
For Petra. For Marya......
"No, it's nothing. Would you decide not to ask me about that earlier?
To Ishur, who tried to get Marya to come after him, the maid's girl baffled her with a thoughtful and strong face. Ishur said, looking like a bad face of punishment.
Marya will probably be somewhere on the east side of the palace where the Grand Duke's private room is located, near Petra's living room.
As the maid lowered, Ishur went down to the ground floor, one of the blow-out side corridors penetrating the palace east-west, and began walking towards the east.
The doors lined up on the north side are littered with sight of guards with spears in their hands. Not otherwise popular with the palace at night, Ishur's walking footsteps were strangely loud and echoed around.
……
There is a grin on Ishur's face.
A cylinder lined up in front of the central hall. One small shadow floated up ahead.
A shadow of a little witch, in a robe on a magic wand, walks towards Ishur, just like Ishur.
"Marya."
"... Ishl"
The creeping, round eyes look up.
The two just went together in the hall in the center of the palace where they reunited in the evening.
The area is slightly blue and white, illuminated by the stars that plug in through the window.
"Trash and Rusla. Did those people tell you?
Marya sees it all.
How can I move that they come into contact with me or that I know what's going on?
... but.
I don't care about that.
Ishur followed the star blink of the night sky, in Mary's eyes.
"Petra's worried."
……
Unexpectedly, a glimmer of tears struck Marya's cheek.
The stars that danced in Mary's eyes overflowed and spilled.
"Ishur can fly, can't he? I wonder if you could take me."
Marya said quietly, keeping tears wet on her cheeks.
"Oh, okay."
Ishur and Mary went outside the palace.
Inside and outside the palace, the guards who stand sparsely at intervals do not move one another like a doll and say nothing.
...... Yoranche.
Ishur took Marya's free left hand and turned her other hand around her back with a little crunch.
... Ask the Spirit to stay away from the noise. I have trouble being disturbed.
There are only two court magicians in the royal castle anymore. But there are many who use magic and covenant with the Spirit, the lords themselves and the sorcerers who serve them.
... Ok.
When Ishur spoke in his mouth, in a voice that did not sound, Yoranche immediately answered.
"Ah... ugh"
As she floated in the air, Marya raised a small, screaming voice.
Are you scared?
"Hey."
Ishur grabbed Mary and slowly ascended to the night sky above the palace.
The night sky is clear and the lights of the stars are dazzling. The upper string moon shines cold with a sharp curve at its center.
Ishur gathered the magic of the wind and molded it in a disc-shaped form, at an altitude of about five hundred long steps (scar, about three hundred and fifty m) from the palace.
Frontera night in late autumn was felt quite cold by Ishur, who had just returned from the Holy King's kingdom in the south.
"Frontera night is cold."
So whining, Ishur stepped down on a condensed, glowing disc of wind magic.
Then let Marya stand on the disc.
"Beautiful."
Marya looked down and said in a small voice.
"It's like the magic of the Spirit."
"Oh."
The windy magic swirling disc sheds a clean glow on the surrounding darkness.
The twinkle of stars that spread everywhere at night, the glow of magic illuminated from below.
It's a fantastic night full of narratives.
... I just want to say that Grand Duke Castle was overflowing with noise from many people, signs of movement around.
"That's kind of noisy"
"Yeah, I'm busy getting ready to go tomorrow night."
According to Marya's story, each of the soldiers is having a banquet and making a scene this evening.
"Besides, the soldiers may already have Ishur."
"Maybe so."
"That's not all."
The Grand Duke tells me that Ishur, Rifia, and Mira are preached to all parts of the kingdom by early horses.
"I think we're going to get a couple of early horses out this evening."
"Or Angela."
Ishur said in a low voice.
……
Marya's eyes open wide.
"You're worried about your father and your other brother, aren't you?
……
Marya is silent. I won't answer anything.
Traces of tears engraved on her cheeks glimmer into the light of the night sky.
"You're somewhere in your mind, aren't you already giving up?
The pursuit of Ishur continues.
"That's why I'm opposed to Petra's appearance. You can't even kill her."
"Yuri Olura is as strong as Ishl, isn't he?
Marya looks up at Ishur.
The two are poised on a magical disc of wind.
"Enough to fight each other with the Red Emperor Dragon"
Once there, Mary cut off her words.
"And the magic of the wind doesn't go very well with the magic of gold."
……
Ishur nodded silently.
"You can't even kill Petra."
It's not just out of personal affection that Marya opposes Petra's appearance.
If Petra stays in Frontera, he will also be able to flee, or exile, to the Allied Grand Duchy of Alsar, even if the kingdom is in a situation of disintegration. The Holy Kingdom may also accept it.
If the blood muscles of the Ladis royal family remain, perhaps one day we can rebuild the kingdom.
"Can't you believe what I'm saying? I'm gonna fight for real, okay?
"That's true, though."
... Marya would naturally believe me. But she also knows that I do not serve the Holy King's family, that I have no desire to do so at all, and that I have no loyalty to the royal family.
"I must fight the enemy general, even if I risk my life. You have to get the magic equipment of enemy gold.... That's all I could have done."
Of course, there is the village of Bersch.
……
Let Marya slip her neck slightly.
"I'll talk to you next time.... right, if you killed Yuri Olura"
I already know Mira and Rifia. But at this stage, I might as well not talk to Royal Petra, Marya close to her. Rather than under this circumstance, there is no need at all to talk in a hurry.
If you can't get the gold magic equipment, even if you don't die, it doesn't mean anything to me anymore.
"But can Ishur win?
Marya's eyes shake again.
"Don't worry. Marya."
Ishur turned a gentle glance at Marya, and suddenly she said in a harsh face.
"Yveda blessed me with the sacred crown ritual, but what do you think that was?
Ishur put his right hand in the night sky and put it high.
The wind swirls at its fingertips, pointing to something.
Magic, of the other realms of the Spirit, something that flows through the ends of the world.
Over space and time, Ishur touched the flow.
……
Marya's eyes wide open looking up at the night sky.
Ishur's right hand grabbed something.
From somewhere, it appeared and converged as an inexplicable light, a sword waved by one, shaped in Ishur's right hand.
The magic of the wind is rather felt weak and small.
But instincts, deep down in my heart, something is joyful, scared, screaming.
This is what Yveda gave me.
Somewhere in Mary's ear, Ishur's voice was heard from the unknown.
"The sword of the wind."
Ishur pierced the tip of his sword into the night sky.
A flash of light ran through heaven, tearing the darkness apart.
"Oh, ah."
Mary glanced at the sky.
Drawing a long tail of light through the celestial sphere, a giant shooting star crosses.
At the same time as I lowered my face, a wave of wind came down with a heavy roar.
How far does it spread, the roaring sound of the wind?
There was an invincible grin there, an appearance of Ishur.