"Ishl......"
As the wind sounds left across the darkness, I heard Marya whispering.
"The night sky ripped..."
"I will kill the enemy general with this windsword."
Ishur smiled at Marya.
"So."
Good luck to you, too. Don't lose. Don't run.
You and Petra, I'll protect you.
... but I can't just say that word. Absolutely not.
I can't make promises at ease.
I'm just showing you this power.
Resolve. That's all.
"... Okay, I get it"
Marya said in a trembling voice.
"Ishur's looking a long way ahead of you."
What the hell did she see before the tear in the night sky?
Where the hell was the shooting star that disappeared into the sphere?
This power cannot be called magic anymore.
"I forgot."
Marya's voice is still trembling with amazement.
"I'm sorry I couldn't go see him after that."
After that, I was on my way to Kusim Silver Mountain to fight the Red Emperor Dragon, when I met the landslide.
I haven't seen her face to face since I asked Carlitos to evacuate her to Fugo.
What did Marya forget? But I can't help that.
"Mmm."
A grin spreads on Marya's face.
From her, the tremor, the fear disappears.
"That Ishur is fighting all the time.... Sorry."
I forgot, do you mean?
When you touched the tragic news of the village of Bersch, you said, "Good luck."
You were the only one who told me that then.
I've been fighting ever since.
"You haven't gotten it back yet."
"Oh, it's still ahead of us"
The moment I answered that, something overflowed from my mind.
Now Ishur shook up.
Come on.
I didn't get it back, don't say anything.
... Marya's eyes are gentle.
Overflowing, is that a tear? Ishur cries and stands still.
"What is Ishur looking at?
Its eyes speak.
……
Ishur shuddered, slightly distorting his mouth. I won't say anything.
I turned up and looked up at the night sky.
"I'll see, too."
Marya's voice is right around the corner and can be heard in her ear.
"Ahead of that sword. Ishl and with Petra."
When Ishul and Mary, both of them, were on their way down in front of the palace, they waited in the central hall for Petra with a rifia and Mira all together.
Behind Petra were Ira and Lilina, while Thelma, who looked like a maid, refrained.
"Marya!"
"Mmm."
As Petra approached Marya, for a moment, she grinned slightly and nodded as she turned her face away from Petra in the light.
"Yeah, yeah."
That's all you know how Marya feels, Petra nodded happily and again, thanking Ishur.
"Thank you, Ishr"
The light in Petra's eyes is shaking. I dye my cheeks with joy.
……
As Ishur smiled and nodded silently, Petra grinned back with tears all over her eyes.
A warm, flamboyant smile.
Behind it lies Marya's face.
"Good night, Petra, Marya"
Ishur nodded again to both of them, saying in a gentle voice.
"Goodnight, Ishr."
"Good night, Ishr"
When Petra and Marya said good night, Mira and Rifia also greeted them at night.
The backs of the two Iras following them disappear behind the side corridor of the palace.
Petra and Marya are the two of us, what are we going to talk about......
A moment of calm evening.
Keep the emotions on your chest gently wrapped in your hands.
"... So, what are you guys doing here?
Ishur looked back at Mira and Rifia standing beside her, tilting her neck slightly to the side, he said.
"I used it, no, let's unplug it.... the windsword."
"I'm surprised. That's why I came down."
Right. Even when you're indoors, you just know what I mean.
"I see."
Ishur began walking west through the blowout hallway towards his chamber.
Mira and Rifia line up on both sides of Ishl.
"Frontera will also have enemy spies..."
said Rifia, clouding the end of the phrase.
We're already known to be here for reinforcements.
"Right."
"You don't have to worry about the wind sword earlier. Only those who know what it is."
The sound of the three marblewalking shoes stretches the side corridor back.
Mira says if she wasn't a fairly capable wizard, she wouldn't even know if that was magic. It means to the United Kingdom that we cannot afford or be able to send an armed magician to Frontera.
However, that intense brilliance of magic would have been visible even to those who could not use magic, and even if it had been an unidentified phenomenon for that person, naturally, if it had remained so.
I don't mind if they find out something else.
What do you do when you know the sword of the wind? What can you do?
"Hehe."
"... you're right"
Not only Ishl, Rifia and Mira, had a small grin at the end of their mouths.
"But Lord Aeren's case was good."
and side-to-side refia.
"That's right, Ishr."
and Mira from the other side of the rifia.
"Did you both know"
"I was surprised by the great magic of Ishur, and I was about to go outside the palace, and I met His Highness Petra. That's when I heard about Lord Aeren."
"Right..."
"Now tomorrow's military debate will be settled early"
Lifia stares at me.
"On the other hand, I think it's good. I'm a little busy for some reason."
"Hih."
What is that?
Ishur unexpectedly voices his inner agitation.
"Well, ho ho ho"
That laugh of Mira came out.
I put the back of my left hand on my mouth and do what I always do.... but I don't seem so in a bad mood.
I'm laughing with a bad face when I look at Rifia.
In her case, even if it's a bad face, it hasn't compromised her clean beauty.
As it leaned against the western edge of the palace, several figures were seen in the blowout hall on his right hand side.
Sharka stood side by side in front of the stairs going up the second floor in the back, a little further apart, Rusla Niesbard and Trash Rouge, who earlier did not show up.
……
Rifia and Mira stop and give up their faces a little.
"Goodnight, Ishr"
"Good night. Ishur."
Lifia smiles like a glow and Mira greets her with an elegant trick.
It's a perfectly goodbye face.
"Oh, good night."
As Mira, Sharka and Rifia climbed the stairs and disappeared upstairs, Rusla and Trash approached Ishl, bringing them together and lowering their heads.
"Thank you, Lord Ishur"
"Thanks for your help."
"No......"
Ishur shrugged his shoulder.
Rusla and Trash have smiled and a full grin.
"What a wonderful, beautiful blade (if you do it). It felt like Yveda was right around the corner."
Yoranche's voice is playing.
He leaves his back on the bedroom wall, arms wrapped and smiles at Ishl, who sat on the bed.
There is no oblivion in that smile.
Yoranche does not hide his own excitement.
"Oh......"
Ishur's reply was a low voice and powerless one.
My shoulder is falling and my jaw is up.
Since then, Rusla and Trash asked me if I could have a drink with them, but Ishur was tired today, so I put in a no to invite him back, and when he came back to his room, he went straight to his bedroom.
Yoranche showed up in a good mood there.
... how he suppressed the magicians and spirits in the castle.
Perhaps he occupied just above the palace and radiated his signs downwards, twitching his magic, towards his surroundings. This one hardly notices anything, though I didn't know.
Rifia or Mira didn't touch anything about it. So I don't know about the Wizard, but it would have worked well against the Spirit. They must have all trembled.
Yoranche still talked about something. I do......
Ishur exhaled hard.
"Tired."
But it's been a long, eye-catching day. It's too late for the night.
"Hehe..."
When Yoranche calmed down slightly, he narrowed his eyes and stared at Ishur.
"I'll keep an eye on you later. You should get some rest. Good night, sword."
Ishur nodded slightly as he pulled up his licence.
"Please.... good night"
The VIP room at Antios Palace is built more luxuriously than the Marquis de Dierard residence, with particularly high ceilings and restless.
But that didn't matter.
Something that, with fatigue, stares heavily at the bottom of my heart and doesn't disappear.
That's probably about Nelly.
But Petra's, it's good to be able to help Marya...
As soon as Ishur fell into the bed with the lid, he fell straight into a deep sleep.
The next day. The last military conference in Grand Duke Castle ended early before noon.
The military conference took place in the same hall as yesterday, but Ishur did not take a direct part in the military conference, sitting down with Mira and Sharka in a chair arranged between the walls and taking a stand to watch.
The acceptability of Petra's appearance on the suspension came around in favor of Marya and also with the backing of Refia's new participation in the military debate. The opposition didn't have to resist, it was passed lightly.
After lunch, the Ishurs were taken to Petra to the stable on the north side of the palace.
Because Petra herself said she would be present to decide which horse to ride, although we were to arrange their horse in the Grand Duke.
A corner of the castle surrounded by trees and walls, growing sparsely in the sesame grass. At the western end of it lies hidden in trees, lined with stables (Umaya) and some kind of warehouse-like building.
From there several horses and two-wheeled carriages, no, tanks (chariots) were pulled out.
Ishur, Mira, and Riffia are lined with horses, towed by horses, and beside them is a manipulative chariot of manipulators.
"Tank..."
How classic.
The chariot has a leather chair behind the podium in front, surrounded by bronze plates with tang grass and geometric relief.
Is it more like a command car that you ride on the battlefield than a tank, technically?
My concubine rides this chariot.
Tight chest with no petra on the squeaky Ishur.
"I'm with you."
And beside it, Marya.
"It is."
Ishur glanced at Petra and Marya on the side.
You guys aren't dressed for a tiny, horseback ride.
They have horses just the same size per pony. I don't know if there are horse breeds like ponies in this world.
"Hmm. Let me give you a ride once"
"Well... I guess I'm that chestnut hair"
Mira and Rifia come closer to the horse beside the chariot.
"Wait a minute!
When I saw it, Petra spoke to the two of them.
"I would definitely recommend a horse to Ishr. I was wondering if you'd give me a minute."
"Oh. I get it."
"Hmm. Really?"
Petra asked me to wait, Mira and Rifia stopped, and I can look back towards Petra and Mary and Ishur standing beside her.
There is no malice in Mira's expression. But Rifia narrows her eyes and looks at Ishl on the side. Its mouth angle is slightly raised.
Mira and Rifia both know Ishl doesn't like horseback riding. But Rifia even knows Ishl's “bad” consciousness is considerable, even though she doesn't like horseback riding.
You rifia...... Aren't you happy?
Petra didn't know that at all, and called for a black-haired horse horse horse.
Before Ishur, a horse with a magnificent body was towed out.
"Ishur, this is the Shvarrad! My father likes it. Nice sticky horse. Let me lend you this horse!
Petra has a satisfied chest.
……
The Shuvallard. “No."
Ishur looked up at Schwarlard's long face, seemingly distracted, waving his head and nose at the flourish, even if he was angry at something.
A horse tin boy, about the same age as Ishur, is in a much more temperamental mood to hold his reins.
Am I gonna ride this horse? For a horse who seems so mindful.
"Oh, that."
Ishur blued his face and told Petra.
"Give me this horse?
"... but"
Petra looks strange.
……
On the side, Lifia is putting her hand on her mouth and deflecting her face, shaking her shoulders.
Isn't that tremor near its limit already?
Lifia, you'll have to remember later.
"Ishur?
Mira calls out to me looking worried about whether she alternately saw and guessed how Ishul and Rifia were doing.
"Ishur didn't like horseback riding."
Marya says Boso in a small voice.
That's right. I can't do this horse. As much as I ride this Nantka, I'd still rather have a pony. No more shame or outrage.
But in the end, I'm no different than Marya and Petra.
and cheeks.
I'll be honest with Petra that I can't ride this horse, I can't.
"Pe-"
Ishl trying to open his mouth towards her.
... I can't help it. The sword.
At that time, the voice of Yoranche echoed in Ishur's brain.
"Hmm?"
Ishur looked up at the overhead, lightly watery, clear sky.
The wind rolled around him, and the Spirit of Beauty appeared with a slight brilliance of magic.
"Oh."
"Well!"
……
Petra and Mira raise their exclamation, Marya represents a slight surprise on the face, Rifia tilts her neck slightly and stares silently at Yoranche.
Was Rifia aware of Yoranche then?
He used the magic of sleep at Alva Castle, a little further from her, but appeared in the corridor of White Asia. Those who use magic would have seen it.
However, she was not in such a state that other attention could be directed at her then......
"It's kind of like a strong spirit."
"The Great Spirit was summoned yesterday by Ishr."
Turning to Petra and the others, Mira proudly explains.
"The sword wants to ride this black-haired horse, don't you?
... No. Nothing, I don't want to ride.
Yolanche looked down at the Schwarlard from the air.
Neither the black-haired horse, nor any horse, is aware of the emergence of Yoranche at first, twitching his ears, but has not reacted any further. But all the horses, including the black hair, were obviously quiet.
"I'll tell him. Don't worry. Swordsman."
Yoranche disappeared when he smiled at Ishur and showed him.
Shortly afterwards, the black-haired horse shook his whole body.
"... that"
Horseman's boy, who was holding Schwarlard's reins, raises his voice low.
Instead of being quiet, the black hair stopped moving like figurines.
... Now he listens to whatever the sword has to say.
Yoranche's voice echoes in my brain.
...... thanks.
Ishur thanked Yoranche in his mouth.
I don't know how effective it is, but it made me look very quiet for now.
……
Ishur approached Shvarrad slowly, why his nostrils.
His eyes, which dwelt in a disturbing glow, hoisted a quiet colour, as if it were another horse.
"Best regards, Ishur."
Ishur then returned to the palace's private room alone.
When I went in during the refrain, a boy about two or three years younger than Ishur refrained, named himself Romir, and said that from now on, as Ishur's squire, I would take care of him around me.
Romir was the third son of the Knight Jazz family to serve the Grand Duke, meaning that he was in training, as far as possible, as one of the deacons of the Grand Duke with more than one future.
When the horses to be ridden by each of Ishur, Rifia and Mira were decided, Rifia and Mira were escorted to the made-headed Christina and taken to a consolidated picture of the Grand Duke's office and private room on the eastern side of the palace. To get clothes and weapons to be changed. Petra and Marya also went with them back to their living rooms on the east side of the same palace.
After hearing the sad news of the Kingdom of Ladis on the streets of Olivas, he stayed dressed and even came to Frontera in the course of the day. I left all the dressing and other groceries behind. Roberto and Lucia will still be around leaving Romano.
Liphia brought all the maids of her squire, and came to the Holy Capital. I guess some clothes and such are kept in Grand Duke's Castle, but I take direct care of her around, that the people of the Borderline Uncle are not in Grand Duke's Castle.
By the way, the Lords along the border with the Holy King, such as the Border House of Rifia and the Castle of Nostal at the southern end of the kingdom, and the Count of Quvade, have not been called to Frontera this time, and therefore she has not led her own army either.
Rifia should have gone back to Alva too, but she must have been the bearer of the magic of a thousand martial arts arrows, so she joined the ranks.
Besides, it couldn't have been better for her to be separated from Ishr herself.
"Well, why don't you stop wearing" sama ”? I'm not noble or anything."
"Ha.... then, Mr. Ishl, so"
"Oh. That's fine. Nice to meet you, Romir."
The deacon apprentice boy had heard about Ishur from someone or he accepted Ishur's words very much.
"For those in the living room, we have a meal tailored to the dimensions for Mr. Ischl"
… a “meal” for "Mr. Ishur"? That's kind of a weird way to put it.
Still, what do you mean, clothes that fit my dimensions?
"Okay."
Ishur laughed and showed Romir for now, following him into the living room.
"... I see"
The garments arranged in the living room benches and so on were very similar to those worn by Evan, the Grand Duke's swordsman who had accompanied Rifia, in fabric, colour and tailoring.
It was a typical outfit worn by swordsmen, junior nobles and ministers who served them, which we occasionally see all over the city.
Evan may be closer to a shadow worker than a swordsman serving the Grand Duke. Including disguises, if those people use them, they'll have as many clothes as they can fit my size.
Ishur chose the appropriate clothes to change from among them and entrusted them to Romir.
The next day, preparations began to emerge at dawn.
Ishur was also woken up to Romir while it was still dark and brought before the palace.
Petra and Marya had already been drawn to the square in front of the palace, as had their riding chariots.
Mira and Rifia were also visible, and their riding horses were drawn out.
And, of course, the Shuvallard, quietly submissive like another horse.
"Ishur, we're finally out of line!
Petra came closer and shouted to Ishl in a cheerful voice. That earthly magic fixture, the sceptre of the god of the earth, was held in her hand.
Her costume is almost the same as usual and she weaves a shiny white silk dress with silver tiara and a crimson gown edged with pure white fur. I was not dressed for war.
"Ooh."
Ishur's voice, answering Petra's call, felt one thing out of temper.
"What. Looks like Ishur hasn't woken up yet."
"Yeah, early in the morning."
I mean, it's only night.
I had a light dinner in my room yesterday without even seeing Mira and the others, and I fell asleep early after bathing.
By the way, the room where Ishur stayed also had a bathroom, the room was furnished with a copper bathtub, and when I twisted the faucet attached to the wall above the bathtub, a little lukewarm but the hot water also came out properly.
It was an amazing sumptuous bath in this world, on the continent.
"Morning, Ishur"
Marya calls from behind Petra.
She wears her usual black robe with a black cape and a witch's hat today.
"Morning, Marya."
Hmm. It feels like Marya, not bad.
Ishur said, blowing up his drowsiness and a refreshing smile.
"Mm-hmm. Good morning, concubine, Ishur."
Petra interrupted without hiding her dissatisfaction from the side, wondering why she didn't even turn that smile on her concubine.
A short distance away Mira and Rifia are standing up with Petra's squire, the Marido sisters.
Mira is wearing pants today because she's riding a horse. On top he weaves a white blouse with a peach scarf, a white, red tea belt on the bottom, white boots, and a bright red cape with vibrant wings.
Refia has a shiny bright gray tunic tied with a belt, black boots on her koshi tea trousers below, and a cape in glossy silver.
Standing behind them, Sharka is a beige cloak on her usual maid's clothes. He was dressed in the same way as the maids who followed Petra, Christina and Thelma and others.
There were six other swordsmen in the square wearing matching red tea jackets. They are all just like Evan, guards and messengers of the Grand Duke, and perhaps shadow-working swordsmen.
Romir, my servant, who brought Ishur all the way outside the palace, turned to Heavy Squad and is not here.
Beyond the trees that spread behind the square, there are signs of soldier horse noise flourishing in the old castle.
When the sun rose, Petra rode the chariot and shouted around.
"Everyone, let's go! Victory over my kingdom!
Those in the square say, "Whoa!," he chanted.
The troops form a predetermined formation and leave from the south gate of the castle. A low trumpet was heard from that south gate, and a drum was heard.
Ishur, Rifia and Mira were to march in front of and behind her riding chariot, with the maids and swordsmen in matching red tea jackets, handling Petra's nearest samurai.
When the line moved to the square in front of the south gate of the castle, the squadrons were already aligned, in addition to the heartbeat marching ahead of the main squad. At the rear, the troops of the Hordes extended from the eastern side of the square to the battalion, which leads to the back of the inner wall.
A series of soldier horses were lined with the flags of various lords and slowly hung in a refreshing morning breeze.
As Petra revealed herself in the square in front of the South Gate, the whistlers began playing, followed by the march as it was, creeping out through the castle gate.
The heartbeat was a formation of drums and vertical whistles, but few whistled, and the lightly beating sound of the drums was strong and noticeable, rang wide and loud around.
As the whistle team left, the next thing I knew, a hundred horsemen of Count Nice Baldo's main unit, the Grand Duke's Knights Remaining Unit. Less dragon cavalry ensued. Then, leading the horseback riding with the Grand Duke, one smaller than the flag at the beginning, he proceeded outside the castle following in the order of Rifia, the chariots on which Petra and Marya rode, the swordsmen guarding their left and right, Sharka on Ishur and Mira, and the maids in front of him.
Immediately behind it were the armies of the Earl of Ove, followed by the other marquises, and further behind them were heavy, and the halls (Shinkanri) followed by footmen such as the remaining Spearmen, Archers and others of the Grand Duke's Knights.
As you exit the castle gate, take Alva Avenue straight to the right and continue west.
Alva Street changes Auckland Street and its name as it crosses the Benelus River, which turns north ahead, but the same street from Frontera to the Wang capital Ladislaus is commonly known as Wang Du Street and is commonly referred to by its name.
"Well, oh dear. It's busy."
Mira leans over a horse and calls out to Ishur.
"Oh."
Ishur answers with a slightly unfloating face.
Along the road, the inhabitants of the city belled to drop off the Grand Duke's army or to see it, and continued to the end of the road.
The sound of drums echoed from the one in front of the line, mixed with the screams of the city's inhabitants, and the area was surrounded by festive hustle and bustle.
Petra, hidden behind Chariot's back, waves to the residents along the road to Sakan.
...... Yoranche.
Ishur vaguely looked over the back of Mary's head, sitting next to Petra, and the sky ahead of the magic wand, calling the name of the Spirit of the Wind.
... It's okay. No suspicious humans or spirits.
Ishur turned his gaze further left and right, upward, listening to Yoranche's response echoing behind his brain.
It's not just Yoranche on top of the troops, a few spirits are showing their appearance and alerting their surroundings. Near the beginning of the line, we also saw the spirits of that haunted wind that suddenly appeared as they tried to enter the Grand Duke's Castle from the sky.
The residents along the way looked at Petra and said, "My princess! Petra!" and so on and so forth. She seems quite popular, though many of the city's residents will not know Petra's face.
But this situation is not very good. It would be a great opportunity for the United Kingdom's interlocutors to raid her.
But this march is naturally of great political significance. The presence of the Grand Duke's main army will also be known to the enemy, but at the same time it will be widely known to the allied lords, soldiers and inhabitants within the kingdom.
……
Ishur looked up at the slightly dull watery sky. On the top of his head, against the backdrop of a thin cloud that floated sparsely, there was one (Tonbi) flying, loosely circled.
The streets plunge into the outskirts of downtown, and although there has been no change in the crowds of residents along the road, the standing buildings have been all wooden private houses, and the greenery of the trees has become noticeable.
Ishur focused particularly around the turning of the road and the interruption of his vision, keeping an eye on his surroundings.
In this situation it is not easy to find the suspicious, even if the area is covered with the magic of the wind. Because we are all staying in one place and looking in the same direction.
Yoranche hasn't said anything, so I guess there's no problem......
We eventually saw the streets lined with people in front of us like old castle gates.
"Is it a trace of an old fort? Or maybe there was once a wall surrounding the city."
Mira tells me from the side.
"Oh. Through that gate, the spectators will be a little less"
The troops that go ahead are fine, and everywhere they crawl through the broken stone gates.
Its castle gate is arched, and on the saw wall at its top are a lot of kids hanging their feet outward, sitting side by side looking at this one.
The idea that it is disrespectful to look down on you from above is also in this world, but are all the children riding above the castle gate, and neither the soldiers of the troops nor the inhabitants around them seem to see it as a particular problem?
... How's it going around that castle gate?
Ishur calls to Yoranche in his heart.
... It's okay, no one is suspicious.
His voice will return soon.
... Hmm.
Ishur proceeded with his horse with careful observation of the perimeter of the castle gate.
A forward rifia creeps beneath the gates without the chariots of the Petra's rides or anything.
Are you all right?
Ishur also plugged himself in front of the gate as he gazed at the rough stone walls.
At that time, something moved lightly over my head.
……
Looking up, the shadow of a child falling from above covers his sight.
A silhouette of a sprawling skirt. Is that a girl?
Come on.
At that moment, Ishur opened his eyes and gazed at the shadow. The child was holding a knife in one hand.
The blade tip can stand upright against itself.
Mine, eyebrows?
They're after my eyebrows.
Nelly's accelerating bracelet still doesn't respond. Isn't the movement of a girl flickering her skirt and falling fast enough for the magic fixture of acceleration to react?
Ishur leaned his body to the left on the horse and at the same time unloaded the magic of the wind.
Give me your right hand and hold the wrist of the girl who sticks out the knife.
A child of a woman with dark tanned hair, dressed crudely. She had one hand captured by Ishl and had her whole body floating in the universe.
Schwarlard stopped walking himself. Calm down.
……
The child does not speak, and he turns his slightly regrettable gaze here.
"Master Ishr!
Mira's screaming voice from the side. From outside the gate, the intense magic of Refia shines brilliantly.
The chariot going forward rocks backwards.
Ishur stopped the accelerating bracelet trying to activate.
"... children, or"
Shortly afterwards, Rifia, who appeared right next to her, looks up and groans at the girl floating in the universe.
Nelly's bracelet responded to Riffia's movements.
"Oh. Sounds like it."
Ishur did not take his gaze off the child and said in a small voice.
... I didn't feel like killing at all.
No. More than that, the enemy has been using children.
And......
Ishur stared behind the child's black eyes as he peered.
This kid's been after me.
Not Petra, me.
The troops continued their march for some time after they had passed through the city of Frontera, and when they came to a place full of meadows and groves with no people around them, no private houses in sight, they stopped and paused briefly on the spot.
Soldiers sit thoughtfully down along the streets on the curves of the wavering earth, rising and falling loosely up and down the meadows. The squires are running around watering the horses.
"What's your name?
Ishur looked down at the girl with her hands and feet tied with rope and curled over the grass and said:
……
Girls don't even come face to face with Ishl.
Hair is bumpy, thin dirty clothes. Is he about eight years old?
He looks like a typical slum kid.
"There you go..."
"Ishur, this child..."
Mira and Rifia say from the side.
"Yeah."
This child is for sure. I'm not professional. It is not the shadow work of the United Kingdom.
Yoranche, right after that, said, "Sorry, I missed it. I didn't realize that," he said after apologizing, "I felt little or no intention of killing or killing this human child".
Then he said:
"What I felt for this child was desire more than intent to kill, is it? Maybe it's" appetite. "
Of course, this kid wasn't thinking about killing and eating me, etc.
"You're hungry, aren't you? Who asked you to? If you tell me, I'll make you eat."
"Rishka"
The girl woke up her upper body and said that's all when she sat on her knees on the grass.
"I have a brother. Will you feed the razzle, too?
"Oh. That's good."
The girl softened her expression slightly there.
"... you've been using the kid from the Glades."
Marya approached me and said:
"That's what I'm talking about"
Ishur nodded one thing.
"One or eight, subtle bets, but..."
"Your enemies have thought about it."
Lifia and Mira seem to know better too.
This kid is Ellistar, just like the kid who was doing the sleigh.
I wouldn't exactly kill people, but I guess I've been working on pickpockets and other steals from time to time. I guess I wore the knife all the time for protection and for my normal life.
The enemy has chosen and used only children working as thieves in the Glades, not directly with the Shadows.
Maybe, "Black horse, will you punish your brother in a black coat? He's a traitor and he's after the princess's life. When you succeed, I'll feed you lots of delicious food, and I'll give you money."
I guess I called him out and asked him out.
Never say "kill" or anything like that. Even so many children would kill people, but they still don't have the clear "kill" image that adults have, or have grudges against them, and they don't have a strong willingness to kill. If you can just "punish" me, I can eat a lot of good rice. That's fine.
You can't use magic, you may be used to handling blades, but you can't do what you do like a samurai, and you don't know it.
So I missed not only Yoranche, but also Sharka, and the other spirits, unaware.
Refia, who can tell if she has martial arts skills due to her opponent's posture, tricks, and atmosphere, as well as the swordsmen in brown jackets, were also a no-mark.
As Mira and the others said, the chances of success may be low, but the enemy has set up the most effective, viable hand against me.
Plain and inconspicuous, using children, no legs, using very simple hands, I've been the only one who's been after me.
A slum girl named Lishka told me that a stranger had spoken to me where she had worked and fled stealing in the city market and asked me to attack her. The man also suggested that we raid from above the castle gate.
"There's no point in torturing this girl."
Ishur told Marya.
Hear out the style of the man who has been speaking to this girl, and look into it, you won't be able to catch him very much.
"I get it. I'll even keep it in the temple. I'll keep an eye on you for a while."
And this kid's brother.
Surely it would be best to keep it in the temple with surveillance. Worst case scenario, it could be killed by a mouth seal.
"Ishr, you're so sweet."
and Mira.
Naturally there are no human rights in this world, no children's human rights.
But when I'm after Brigal in Ellistar, when I think about the sibling children I know in the Glades, I still don't want to take harsh measures.
"The whistle squad is over here. I'm going home to Frontera, so I'll give this kid back with me. I'll make arrangements."
That's fine with Marya, isn't it? and I'm going to look up to Ishur.
"Oh, nice to meet you. Marya."
When Ishur followed Marya and said "Thank you," she smiled and nodded.
The main unit, which separated the whistle squad, began marching early.
On the first day it camped in a village along the street, in Kennon, on the second day in Sukbari and on the third day in a slightly larger city called Yorlin, crossing the river Benelus on the way, after a small raid in Frontera, without any particular noticeable obstruction work, the troops marched well.
On the fifth day after leaving Frontera, the troops were to camp for the first time.
Ishur was a tent for two, divided inside into two pieces with a curtain-like cloth, to be camped with his squire Romir.
At night Ishur was summoned to the tent of Trash Rouge, a military superintendent. There was also Rusla Niesbard in Trash's tent.
The two spread out a picture map of the Kingdom of Ladis on a small foldable desk and were drinking.
Trash's tent was overflowing with numerous rolls, letters and other documents.
Ishur was informed at that seat that an advance party led by Henrik had arrived in Auckland. He stayed at the city castle for a few days and let lookouts loose to gather information around Wangdu.
"Henrik seems to be a belly congregating with our main unit in Shelbal, a city along Wangdu Street ahead of him."
Shelbal is about two hundred miles long (scar, about one hundred three to forty km) from the Wang capital.
"When you join Master Henrik, Lord Ishur will join us in the military debate."
Ishur silently endorsed Rusla's remarks with
We must therefore base our decision on the latest situation as to how to fight the enemy generals.
Ishur went back to his tent when he quit Trash's tent and went to bed early, just in case he made Yolanche more vigilant.
Mira and Rifia were called to Petra's tent this evening to have dinner with the lady, and none of them visited Ishur's tent that night.
... the sword, the sword.
Someone's voice echoed with a flash of light in the dark.
"Yoranche!"
Ishur jumped up.
The assembled coarse sleeping area sways and sways.
Is the moment Paid Dawn? No, it's still dark. It's dark in the tent.
... There is a fire a little further away. An enemy raid, I guess.
"Okay."
When Ishur weaved his coat, he straddled Romir, who slept well without knowing anything, and went out of his tent.
Jump up into the air at the same time as you leave. Upon ascending to a height of about five hundred long steps (skulls, more than three hundred m), a fire was seen rising to the east.
"Heavy Squad Got Hit"
"Hmm. It's no big deal, but the magic of fire was used."
When Isul snapped one, Yoranche appeared right on the side, saying in an unexpectedly relaxed tone.
Forests loom from the north, rivers to the south, and troops camp elongated along the streets. It is a dangerous placement, but this place was still far from the fortified city of Angela, as well as from the king's capital, and it was unthinkable that it would be ambushed.
The Grand Duke's main force has an approximate strength of 20,000. Weights are distributed for each troop of the Hordes and in the rearmost part of all armies. The Heavy Squad attached to each unit emphasizes mobility for combat purposes by a small number, and the Heavy Squad, grouped at the rear end of the unit, does not have mobility for combat purposes for long marches and large sizes. Most of them are single-headed carriages or people pull them off.
… an enemy sabotage.
Probably a small number of shadow-working and forward units organized with a magician, whose task is reconnaissance, agitation, etc.
And you're getting all the way here...
"What do we do? Swordsman."
"Hmm."
From here to the burning heavy units, there is a distance of about two miles long (scar, about a thousand and three hundred m).
Vision is wide, but at night, there is nothing clearly visible but flames that burn in the distance. It doesn't convey any signs of that either.
The night sky is covered with clouds, and the moon is invisible.
"You don't look good to me. Has the enemy left yet?
You can tell by piercing the magic of the wind in the front and wide area, but if the enemy has a demon conductor, it will be known at the same time that it was caught on the net.
"You look like me."
Yoranche pointed to the forest a little further north from where the fire was taking place.
"The enemy is on the loose. Shall I finish it?"
"Right. It's gonna be hard to catch him alive."
In this case, it's very important to capture the enemy, interrogate him, and get information, but if he's already fleeing into the woods, that's pretty tough too.
"Fine. Kill them all. Even if you can keep them alive, it's hard to find them."
Ishur grinned terribly at Yoranche.
"It's a good opportunity. Let's go with the test shots. Show me your power."
"All right. Let it be."
Yoranche nodded in a temper, setting up his bow.
Moments, powerful magic runs through the darkness at night, and three arrows appear. One was already connected.
"Three shots in a row."
The bow squeezes without sound. Instead, the bow and arrow begin to shine with the magic of the wind all over Yoranche.
……
At that time, Ishur was struck by a shock, like a massive slap on the head from someone beside him.
Become...
The fierce figure of Yoranche standing beside him distorts and dissolves in the bottom of the darkness.
"... Melillah"
When I realized, Ishur was trapped in a pitch-black darkness, not that of the night, where no one was.
Unknown ahead, dark with nothing to feel.
There's no wind, no sound, no smell, nothing.
Before Ishur floating in the darkness was the figure of Melillah.
"I thought it was time to show up. God of the Moon."
Ishur said with a distorted grin, keeping the scare pressed to overflow from the deep.
"Are you still Merrilla? No art."
"Shall I say that? I don't care if she's the daughter you killed."
A woman in the shape of Melilla laughs thinly and shows it.
But even though it's this dark, I can clearly see the other guy. My hands and feet, my body.
Where the hell is the light source?
"What can I do for you? You mean the golden magic fixture?
Ishur said, burning his eyes up like flames.
"It's your money."
"Hehe. Yes, take the gold magic from him and show him."
Damn, I don't like it.
Am I still on this guy's palm?
"... Kissama"
Ishur called the goddess of the moon.
"Oh, haha"
Melilla twisted herself and began to laugh violently.
... where the hell is Melilla?
"Were you adored by the wind gods? If you do, you can have the magic of gold without difficulty."
Ishur frowns.
What is this guy thinking......
"I'm looking forward to it. Who possesses the magic of the wind."
The moon god had a chilly grin.
Damn. What are you looking forward to, man?
... Not now. Anyway, we have to collect God's magic equipment. If we don't survive this struggle.
I can see my face being distorted by pain.
That's when Melilla smiled slightly.
Fool, something's changed.
Hmm?
... what?
As Ishur gazed at her face, a glimmer of tears flowed from her eyes.
Now she looks slightly younger, Melilla as she was when she died. Her cheeks, the silver tears coming through.
"Hey, why?"
Ishur was struck by a severe upset.
Aren't you the moon god Lelia? Isn't that just imitating the shape of Melilla?
Why, make it seem so sad.
"Who are you!
The wind suddenly poured in from the surroundings along with Ishur's sad cry. Unidentified space shakes, falls and disappears. Melilla also collapses and disappears.
Ishur scratched his chest.
Um, my memories of losing everything blurred in my mind.
Melilla tears. That overlaps with Marya's tears.
It's something of sorrow. Something of suffering. It's the tears of one heart.
"... I'm coming"
Soon Yoranche appeared, the cold air of the night immersed itself, the darkness was no longer that darkness, and the world returned.
Shisha and I heard a high and beautiful noise and the arrow of the great spirit of the wind was released.
Three glowing, long, thin light bullets ripped the darkness apart and landed around the deep shadows of the forest.
Severe explosions continued three times in a row, rocking the ground. Shockwaves hit me slightly late.
……
Ishur left and right the thick wall of air as it approached him.
From the forests ahead, you can see the soot smoke rising.
The flames don't stand up because the explosives didn't explode. But the brilliance of intense magic can be seen covering the abyss of the forest.
"... Awesome"
It's like some kind of ground-to-ground missile or an explosion of a large-calibre grenade.
I've never seen anything like it before.
Ishur kept seeing the brilliance of the magic of the wind shining in the night sky.
... what those tears mean.
Melilla, if she is still dead, is imprisoned by the moon goddess Lelia.
Ishur grabbed his fists in both hands and squeezed his teeth out toward the dark night. And I gave her a cry that didn't make her voice.
I will never forgive him.
No matter how many of them are gods of the Underworld or gods of destiny.
Humans are not your toys. Melilla is not your toy.
What are those tears?
What's that grief?
I don't need to listen to you anymore.
One day, I'm gonna crawl him to the ground.
"Let's go"
Ishur said to no one.
"The sword?
Yoranche raises a strange voice.
On earth, to enemy raids, and to the wielded magic of the Great Spirit of the Wind, it is conveyed that there is a fuss.
Ishur answered Yoranche nothing and went silently down to the lower realm.