Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

The bonfire lights up the darkness beneath your eyes simultaneously.

Several horseback rides began to come and go through the streets that were lit slightly and rose in the dark at night.

The sound of knocking on the ground of the horseshoe rings in the night sky.

As Ishur descended on the meadow covered with the sesame grass, he headed for the tent of Petra.

Moist grass leaves clung to the foothold in the night dew.

"Sword."

He stepped down in front of Ishur so that Yoranche could get stuck in the way he went.

"Anything wrong?

A gentle tone.

He was smiling that smile.

The usual, that grin that hid something.

……

Ishur wore it silently.

Keeps the pain around your chest much less regret.

"Nothing. Your archery was great. [M]... then, please."

"... yes"

There was a little sadness in Yoranche's smile, and he looked mixed.

His figure is faint as it is and disappears into the darkness.

Ishur stopped for a moment, and when he wandered, his gaze was harsh, looking to the darkness of the Spirit's vanished night.

Yoranche's smile was hard.

If you ask him anything about the Moon God, he might have answered that.

But I couldn't ask.

Approaching Petra's tent, it became a black shadow on the bonfire lights, and many people were seen gathering.

Romir's unreliable figure emerged from the shadow.

"Mr. Ishl!

When Romir approached Ishur, he spoke with a pressing face.

"I was looking for you. Petra is here for you."

"Oh."

"That big bang......, did Mr. Ishr use magic"

"No. It's the magic of my summoned spirits."

"... Awesome"

Romir whines to himself as he walks beside Ishur.

To the men in the brown clothes of Petra's escort were the maids of the Christians, the lords who were camping nearby, and when they slid between them and went out in front of Petra's tent, besides her, there were the figures of Marya, Rifia and Mira.

All three of the Maryas were in Petra's tent, even at this hour.

What were you doing late this night..., what were you talking about?

Ishur stood before the Petra's as he smiled bitterly.

"Oh, Ishur!

Petra's face is stained red with bonfire flames.

Rifia and Mira smile and stare at Ishur silently.

Marya has the usual faceless expression.

Ishur quickly glanced to the right.

A short distance away from them was also the figure of Count Nicebald's parent and son and military supervisor Trash Rouge.

They turn their backs from Ishur and give instructions in a whisper to the knights gathered around them about something.

There are many signs of horses in the back, a short distance from the group of knights. All the knights will be the commandments given by the Horsemen. Levan Niesbard, the commander of the troops, seems to be at the centre to hear the situation of each squad from them and give instructions.

Did you notice Ishl's gaze, first Rusla Niesbard, followed by Trash looking back.

"I'm sorry, the enemy killed them all."

Ishur said from Petra, turning his gaze to Rusla.

"Ishr's great spirit did that, didn't he?"

Mira said from the side.

"By the time I got up in the sky, they were already running into the woods. It's a hassle to live, so I got him to be the target of Yolanche's test."

Ishur looked around and said with him.

"Yoranche......"

Refia whines in a low voice.

"The Great Spirit is amazing."

and this is Petra's slightly fluent voice.

"You haven't beaten Carlitos Alruzzari."

In the words of the last Mary, Ishur hardens.

Marya......

Like one day, Marya says the name of Carlitos without precipitation.

Am I actually the only one who can't remember their name?

"You don't have to worry, Lord Ishur."

Trash called out to Ishur, who could drop his shoulder.

"It was probably the mercenaries who attacked the heavy. If we capture them, we won't get any more hostility."

"Mercenaries are commonly used in the United Kingdom because of a long war," Trash continued.

You don't have to worry about it, that way...

"I see."

Ishur smiled bitterly and said in a small voice.

"But...... I also have trouble getting hit all the time with all the heavy stuff. There are powerful spirits of Lord Ishur, and from now on, turn spiritual watches to the Heavy Squad."

Rusla said with a tough look on his jaw.

... I still didn't put the Wizard or Spirit Watch on the Heavy Squad. In their shadow work and wizards, it makes no sense to set up a sentry.

Tonight's camp has grown long east and west on the terrain, and I guess there aren't enough spirits on sentry. That made it easy to watch. Heavy was hit.

"When camping on terrain like this evening, double or triple the sentry line."

Even a wizard, shadow-working or not, can't even notice a second- or third-line watch, and it should be hard to break into the camp's interior.

"Yes."

"Hmm..."

Rusla grinned and nodded thinly, making him look like Trash was impressed with Ishl's words.

Trash may have reacted more to the word "outpost" than Isul's suggestion to have vertical depth on the lookout.

"More than that."

Ishur said with a stern face to Rusla and Trash.

"Where did enemy mercenaries come from to this point? Under the circumstances, I don't think it's possible to gather a cohesive number of mercenaries in the kingdom."

Enemy jamming units would be as many as ten at best. But even to that extent, we will not be able to gather armed mercenaries in the western part of the kingdom in a state of war. I don't care if you make a request to a big city guild. Maybe the results are the same. Either we have all already become mercenaries to the Ladis royals and lords, or we have fled to other countries, and there will be no decent talent left in the country.

"Right. If the enemy's assault forces are determined to be mercenaries, many of them will follow from the United Kingdom."

"Isn't there an enemy plot somewhere?"

If it's from Balstal, there's too much distance. Isn't there a small base somewhere where mercenaries and shadow-workers who have travelled in small numbers can gather and get supplies?

"Perhaps so. But there's not enough material to judge yet. Collect information when you arrive in Oakland. No, I'll let you gather the information by putting your hands ahead."

I also tried to think about Trash and said.

"I agree with that, too. This is only the second time this evening that obstruction work has been carried out, including on Lord Ishur. I think we can see how it goes until we get to Auckland."

And, Rusla.

……

Ishur consented silently.

Was it still a bad idea to set the fire earlier and kill them all?

I think we've come to a conclusion.

Petra, as if she were some other HR, has pushed and killed the stretch to say.

"No yawning"

From the side, Marya begins.

"Well, isn't it good? But I envy the Spirit of Ishur. Only that windy bowman will wipe out the whole army in no time."

"Maybe so."

But that's if they didn't have a powerful wizard.

"... um. Then it is time for the concubine to rest."

Petra said, looking around in a relaxed tone.

"Good night, Petra"

Ishur noticed and said with a bitter smile.

Marya, next door to Petra, is also smiling slightly.

Petra's this is fu (...) ri (...).

It is Levan Niesbard who will take command of the unit until he joins Henrik, but the official general general is Petra. Sometimes her every step of the way affects the morale of the entire army.

It doesn't matter if she gets upset and makes noise about the enemy's small raids.

Petra thinks that whoever stands at the top of an army stands at everything, rather just enough to look dumb.

Well, that's mostly her land (...), but I guess there is.

"Ha ha. Then Princess, have a good dream tonight."

You finished giving instructions to the preaching, or the very same Levan Niesvaldo came on Petra from behind.

A bright laugh arose, sayingly out of place around me.

Layer clouds flow west.

The sound of wheels turning. The sound of horseshoes. The rubbing and ringing sound of armor.

From time to time it comes down from the sky, the roaring voice of wild birds.

The Grand Duke's army has crawled its long line to the ground and continues to march towards the King's Capital.

The Shuvallard is still calm and surprisingly submissive.

He leans in constantly as Ishur rides, and reads his feelings.

... But yesterday, I was saved by Petra's, pungent attitude.

Ishur often surrendered himself on horseback, in the various movements, sounds and colors around him, sinking into his thoughts.

At that time, Melillah's shed tears reminded Ishur of her heavy remorse.

... Why does Moon God incite my hatred, get in my way, and try to give me a test?

Was it all done by that cold moon goddess that I got the magic of the wind, that the Red Emperor Dragon appeared for the first time in about two hundred years, and that I was to lose my family, the people of my hometown?

Not even my reincarnation...

No. That's not true.

When the sword of the wind was given by Yveda, the source of the power of the gods felt then was to transcend the heavenly realm, to transcend this world, to transcend even space-time, but to spin the previous life, even the otherworlds, but even if they could feel and see it, they could not reach it. It never reached my life when it was over.

When I got the sword of the wind.

Maybe I was just old, seeing illusions then.

Maybe my memories were just projected into my mind's sight.

But that power was real.

It was something that shook my whole body, my heart, my soul.

But that's...

The gods of this world don't have the ability to reincarnate me from the previous world into this one.

By touching that power, I feel like I could have known about it, too.

If you can't be involved in my rebirth, you can't say that the Moon God did it all, neither the calamity that befell me, nor the many people that were lost.

... Does the Lord God Jerez know that I am a reincarnator?

Maybe she knows.

No, I still can't know what's alien to this world, engraved in my memory. Must be.

So she's in contact with me, saving my life, observing me...

What is the relationship between Jerez and the other gods in the first place, between the moon god Lelia and the wind god Yveda?

There will be no falsehood in Yveda's attitude toward me, which descended among the Lord God.

Meanwhile, Lelia's gonna burn me down and get out of my way.

Yveda is on my side. Lelia is my enemy.

And while Jerez is standing over them, he just seems to be bypassing it.

Are the gods not under Jerez, but rather independent of the Lord God?

But it is fundamentally contrary to the doctrine of the Cathedral Church, the teachings about the gods that go on from far ancient times.

If both the wind god and the moon god are moved by Jerez, what is his god thinking?

I can't read that at all. I don't know.

Or will it all be revealed by knowing who the Red Emperor Ryu said was God without a name, God without a name?

Is God without a name, or is the Lord God Jerez the mastermind?

"Phew..."

Calling the gods “masterminds”? Isn't that a bad idea?

Ishur slightly lowered his face and distorted his lips.

Right in front of you, there is a black neck of Schwarlard, a black hyena.

The black color reminded the darkness of that darkness that appeared of the Moon God.

Something that hasn't been able to cause Ishr to get worse since last night.... it is the tears of Melilla that glowed in darkness.

Into his sight, to the grief that spreads in his heart, he plunged it like a bright golden colour dancing from the edge when Isul was about to be swallowed up again.

And the other, the glittering silver light cursed.

"Ishur, what's going on? Something to think about."

Rifia pulled a horse from the right and called out.

……

vision, and the darkness that has invaded my heart is drawn away, blurred and disappeared.

"Ishur is always deeper than anyone else and thinks ahead. It doesn't bother you."

From the left side of Ishur, Mira complains about Lifia.

"Heh. Really? Ishl."

Lifia has said to the side, not to Mira, but to Ishur.

This is how she often makes fun of Ishur and tries to distract her.

Makes a teasing, sweet, gentle, glowing smile.

"That's obvious. Mr. Rifia was listening to Ishr last night, wasn't he? Sentinel, what a word. I've never heard that before."

Mira also interrupts between the two, regardless of Lifia's thoughts.

"For the first time, I also heard the words" issuance of claims, etc. "

Lifia whispered in a whispering little voice, glancing sideways at Mira and continuing on with Ishl.

"That happened last night. Did you even think about the war (how much), Ishur"

Rifia stares at Ishur from the side.

I'll talk to you anytime. Help as much as you can. I want you to rely on me......

Such a thoughtful gaze.

"Ishur? Let me know if you have any thoughts. Command me."

Mira also loses and stares at Ishur and says:

……

Ishur was busy and shook his head left and right many times to see the faces of the two girls.

And I looked forward, and I smiled.

... saved by them.

Think of the past forever, not when it's sinking.

But this...

"Ugh."

Turning forward, I saw this one from the back of a tank (chariot) going ahead, with two faces.

Four eyes silent, staring at this one.

The sky is wide, and Kasumi (Moya) drifting in the distance is wildfire or human smoke?

Petra and Marya were looking at me.

There was a slight, slight change in the queue around Petra from today, either because of last night's raid.

When he came out of the Grand Duke's Castle in Frontera, Rifia was in front of Petra and Mary's riding chariot, while the swordsmen in brown jackets left and right were lined up behind them with Ishur, Mira and Sharka, followed by the maids in carriages and the Maryd sisters guarding the end.

But the next day, the maids changed to a long curot skirt with a long hem for horseback riding, hung daggers and long swords, and switched from carriage to horse.

Christina, Thelma and the other maids seemed to have a solid horseback riding mind that was not comparable to Ishl's.

Sharka was cleverly on horseback the first day with a side saddle and left her made-up clothes, but she has also changed into a culot skirt the next day and stopped riding sideways.

That was after last night's raid, it was today that the Maryd sisters moved in front of the chariot, reducing the number of swordsmen in brown jackets defending both sides to four, and Rifia turned back and came to Ishur's right side to march.

The line between Sharka and the maids remains unchanged, and the two swordsmen in brown clothes are ahead of Auckland to gather information.

"If you come up with something, come next to your concubine and explain it."

Petra tells me about half her face on Chariot's back.

It's called Marya next door, and the trick is like a child.

"No, nothing."

Ishur turns his gaze toward the day after tomorrow and softens.

"I didn't think of anything."

And I said to Petra with my gaze back.

"Sit right in front of me. It's not safe."

"Shit."

"You can't let a princess talk dirty like that."

"Hmm! Bye."

……

As Ishur watched Petra's tongue pound, she tuned her nose up and turned forward.

Marya, too, stared at Ishur for a moment and turned silently forward.

... thats it. That Marya's gaze.

Since yesterday the Marido sisters have come forward, Rifia has fallen back, and the line has changed.

To be clear, I don't know what this has to do with last night's raid on the heavy forces. I guess Petra or Marya, Trash, the military superintendent, gave the instructions to change the line, but I don't know what the intent was.

When I left the camp, I asked Lifia, who came to the side, but just said "because it's changed," and she didn't tell me particularly why.

It's not a big deal...

There's something wrong with that Marya's meaningful gaze.

It's not just that the line has changed. I feel like the air around me has changed a little from today's march.

Both Refia and Mira have a good mood look that seems to sing in their nostrils at times.

I feel subtly lukewarm, like the air around me is slightly relaxed......

Even though the kingdom is in danger and about to go to war.

……

Ishur ran his gaze slightly to the left and right.

"Are you sure?

"Can I get you anything? Ishur."

Rifia and Mira react immediately.

Lifia's "okay" is a continuation of earlier. "Don't you have to talk to me," she says.

"No..."

Ishur glanced forward in confusion.

Hmm?

Petra's bright blonde hair on Marya's hat, the Marido sisters going ahead of the chariot, were all there from the horse to watch Ishl.

When the two glanced at Ishur, Ira turned forward looking a little badly, and Lilina looked forward with a spare smile in her eyes to meet.

They were looking at me...

After all, something happened. What the hell happened?

"Ah."

Ishur was small and voiced.

Speaking of which, last night, they had dinner at Petra's tent, and then they stayed together until late at night.

Marya, as well as Rifia and Mira, stood right next to Petra in front of Petra's tent. Obviously it felt like we came out together after all that noise.

The Marido sisters are Petra's close-up. They don't have to be in the same tent with Petra and the others. The conversation at that time should have slipped through them, too.

I wonder what Petra and the others were talking about...

"What's up? Ishl."

That's when Lifia's voice sounded.

The voice sounds strangely close.

Turning right, Lifia's face was right next to her. He is leaning over his horse and leaning his torso towards Ishl.

Rifia strayed as soon as she glanced at Ishur for a moment.

Long lashes shake and the ends of the lips are slightly pulled up.

……

As Ishur turned forward to escape in time, the corners of his sight danced again, a colour gleaming in gold.

Turning toward Mira, she also turned her heart up, narrowing her eyes and looking slightly at Ishl on the side, quickly deviating and pulling up the corner of her mouth.

That's the look on her face when she's in a good mood.

... what the hell is going on.

Do you care too much?

Ishur gazed away and looked up at the west sky.

Overlapping horseshoes, sweeping sound of armor on the wheels. The area is surrounded by the sound of the march.

"... It's Still Weird"

A few days after the day of the raid.

Ishur shrugged in a hard voice as he played his hand into his jaw and contemplated.

"What is it?

said Romir, who sits beside him.

"No."

... Did you hear that?

Ishur dropped his gaze on the barbecued firebowl and said in a small voice.

The charcoal crushed in the fire bowl is slightly red, illuminating the area.

This evening it's camping, and Ishur, along with Romir, is relaxing by hitting the fire bowl for a moment to bed.

Though awake in the same tent, Romir, Ishur's squire, is not supposed to be comfortable in and out of his bedroom. But Ishur at the time didn't mind that, he called Romir to his bedroom to warm up with him like this, and he ate with Petra and Trash, the military superintendent, when he wasn't called.

Perhaps it is because Romir is there, but from the day of the apparent raid, Rifia, Mira and Marya came to visit Ishur less frequently.

When camping in villages and cities along the streets, Ishur also often accompanied Petra's host villages along with Rifia and Mira, as well as the small lord's hall, in which case even if they were sometimes called to Petra's supper, they rarely visited Ishur's room for the night.

None of the particularly clear and purposeless visits that they make to Ishur's room, mostly when they call it a meal on behalf of a maid, or when they have some business to attend to, such as drinking tea with Ishur or just wanting to talk.

What is the reason for this change? Ishur had no idea who he was.

The war is imminent. So are they all moderate and ready for the big one?

Or is it no way that Ishur is hated and distanced from them?

But during the march, at rest, they come to Ishl with the same attitude as before. The expressions and voices that come toward their isles do not change anything.

Mira's sweet eyes remain unchanged by Lifia's radiant glance of confusion.

"I don't know..."

"What, I don't know?

"No, it's nothing"

Romir was just putting his palm in the fire bowl and talking about, "You've been getting cold the last few days," "You're getting particularly cold at night," etc.

"Is there something troubling you, Mr. Ishur"

"Huh? Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm fine"

Ishur asked Romir, laughing small and deceiving.

Drop your gaze and stare at the redness of the charcoal tucked into the fire bowl.

... there is something between them. I don't feel that way.

Clearly, the air has changed. Between them, between me and them.

It's never in bad shape and I guess you don't have to worry about it......

I can't stop wanting to know why.

I feel bad if I don't know.

"Hmm."

What to do. subtle air, attitude flowing between them. The change.

Something happened in Petra's tent that night. I'm pretty sure something was discussed.

……

Ishur rubbed his jaw and let his gaze wander.

Simply tell me about that time from someone who was there, and I hope so...

No Refia or Petra. With those two, it just ends without this one being taunted and hearing anything out.

Mira might talk to me if I put it strongly. But she is a character with serious roots and a single muscle. Talk to me sooo much, or I feel subtle.

What I want to know about it is the contents of the girls' evening conversation. It's weird to get out too hard, and weird.

The rest are the Marya and Marido sisters. From the feeling of daytime sisters, I'm pretty sure they know something, too.

Outreach, they might talk to you. Besides, I find it somewhat easy to hear. It seems so, because they are not parties.

But the Malid sisters, on the other hand, are the followers of Petra. In other words, if it were to involve the secrets of the Lord, he wouldn't talk about anything, not a word.

"Hmm."

Ishur stretched his spine and put his arms together in front of his chest.

Romir stares up at Ishur like that on the side.

... the only thing left is Marya.

That guy is the most suspicious. I mean, he's the core of this mystery. There's no particular reason, but that's for sure.

"Hmm."

Ishur roars low.

Marya has a great ability to adjust between people. Not only do we try to adjust our differences and interests, but we also try to get into the parties' minds and emotions and put them together better.

Of course she excels at reading one's mind, her sense of balance on many things, but that one of hers is arguably a beauty she's had from birth.

Marya probably knows what's most important. I guess I never forget such a fundamental thing as the importance of one's heart in any situation.

But, but.

I don't know if it's because of the small amount of this device or the lack of humans, but I'm also sure she often has a chilling atmosphere that makes me feel like I'm taking it from her.

Yes, her sneer.

... we should still try to hit Marya, which is the core of the central breakthrough here.

She has a hard mouth. But on the other hand, I also feel like she talks the most.

Because if you open your heart and face it from the front, she will always respond sincerely.

Her sneer is like a mirror reflecting this human elusiveness.

Maybe, I'm sure.

"... All right!

When Ishur nodded loudly, Romir grinned and said:

"Thinking, sounds kind of like you got it together"

"Ugh."

Ishur looked at Romir's face and solidified.

"Ha.... Sorry."

Ishur laughed small and fixed it.

I said with my hands in the fire bowl.

"Lately, it's... it's getting cold at night."

... the sword. The Witch of Fire has moved.

Yoranche's voice clings to the back of his brain.

……

Ishur quickly jumped out of bed, weaving his jacket.

I turned the partition cloth and went out of my tent across Romir sleeping tight like one night.

"The tent next to the right of the royal princess's tent, behind it. There are a few other guys."

"Okay."

With no heart or a low voice, Yoranche will let you know.

When Ishur also answered grunting in a small voice, he headed towards the Grand Duke's bedroom, where the tents, large and small, were particularly dense.

At the last camp, five days have passed since the day of the raid at night. In the meantime, we camp in villages along the streets, in settlements large and small, with no noticeable obstruction from the enemy side.

A number of suspicious people, several of them approaching the camp in the middle of the night, have been repelled by the Spirit of the Magic Instructor who serves the crowd, shortly after Yoranche leaves. About two of them were held captive, but as a result of interrogation, they were not even mercenaries, in the kind of bandits they lacked to take. I didn't think it had anything to do with the enemy's work.

The attitudes of Rifia and Mira have not changed since then, and there has been no change. The Ishurs were privileged and often stayed in the same building as the village chief (Muraosa) and the small lord's mansion where she would sleep, because they also served as escorts for Petra, but Rifia and Mira, as well as Marya and Petra, never visited Ishur's room to stay.

In the meantime, Ishur had narrowed it down to the night when the Grand Duke's main army would camp and aimed for an opportunity to make one-on-one contact with Marya.

Marya has been in action with Petra for most of the day since she came out.

Her time alone is limited. It was impossible to keep her under surveillance on her own, and at that time she was replaced by Yoranche.

Yoranche usually doesn't try to discern humans as finely as Klau. Ishur described Marya as a witch who uses the magic of fire, always on the side of a royal dirt witch.

I asked him to keep an eye on the external enemies around him, as well as on the fire witch trends.

Yolanche had that puzzling grin and turned a slightly meaningful glance at Ishl and said, "Okay. Let me handle it," he responded.

"I wonder if Yoran knows. What happened that night in Petra's tent..."

Did Yoranche hear what the rifiahs gathered in Petra's tent were talking about the night of that enemy raid?

When Ishur tells him to whine, he deepens that grin,

"I didn't listen to anything. I know there were a few people in the Royal Girl's tent."

I said.

And he continued, "You're not too impressed with sticking your neck in the girls' conversation," he said.

……

Ishur turned nosy then.

... Was it still that way? A sorority? Were you even doing something like that?

That's how Rifia and Mira behaved.

That's something to pry about, and don't get involved, don't feel dangerous...

When Ishr thought he would stop looking into it, Yoranche added a new look to his face.

"But it's the most important thing that Swordsman wants to know what they were talking about that night. I'm sure they also talked about their involvement in the war. Then you should know the sword."

With that said, Yoranche grinned again.

... I thought you were really listening to this guy.

I don't mind Ishl staring, Yoranche went on to say.

"They're fellow swordsmen, what is it?

When I asked Yoranche to keep an eye on Marya, there was such an exchange.

... Actually, I was rather afraid they might be up to something against me...

What Lifia and Mira said about not lying or giving up on their feelings is new to their memory. It was just before the rite of the crown.

But Ishur changed his mind to one of Yoranche's "because he's one of us" words, and decided to hear from Marya about that night, as he first decided.

"The Witch of Fire is whispering with some men a little farther to the right of the Royal Girl's tent"

Yoranche's little voice does it in his ear.

"Oh."

Both Petra's tent and Marya's location are within our sensing range.

Ishur lurked low into the shadow of the tent, trying to circle large from the outside, approaching from the side of Marya and the men.

The wet sesame grass on the night dew erases the footsteps well. Between the shadows of the tent, the bonfire flames shake sparsely, plaguing the darkness around.

The sentry line is more outside the camp and there are no other signs of people.

Yoranche is keeping other spirits away from me. There are no other signs of the use of magic.

……

Ishur peered out of the shadow of the tent at Marya and those with the men.

Lighted by the slightest bonfire lights, I could see Marya rising out of the darkness and the men kneeling.

Marya is the only one standing. She gets some kind of report from the guys and seems to be giving some kind of instructions. I can't even hear the details.

... I see.

When she went to Fugo on the Red Emperor dragon crusade, locally she was directing the shadow work of the royal family. She is not just a court magician with petra. Of the shadow work of the royal family, he is probably one of the former fasteners who directs, at least, those who belong to the Grand Duke...

Moment after moment, I think of the face of Frade, who was the length (osa) of the purple pointed crystal.

Marya. The one you can't eat...

Has the secret meeting ended, or from before Mary, the appearance of someone's squire or men dressed like the Knights of Peace of the Horse Army disappears?

"Hmm?"

Then, at the same time, behind Ishur, suddenly, the magical light was sharp and brilliant.

When I turn around, I try to overflow the darkness in front of me, so that the space rips open as I blow out fine particles of light, and the magic that burns hot.

It's a system of fire magic. Marya's Fire Fairy...

"It's a blind eye. Get out of front of the sword."

From somewhere at that time, a harsh voice echoed, not even here I had ever heard of Yoranche.

The magic in front of you, or turned into flames, disappears into darkness.

"It's terrible. Ishl."

From behind, I heard Marya's low voice walking toward Ishur.

"This evening, Marya"

Ishur said laughing without any evil appearance.

"It's the middle of the night and you seem busy, Marya."

"Mmm."

Marya stopped in front of Ishur, deflecting her face to the side and pointing her lips.

"Vescortino's scared."

"Hmm."

Ishur laughed hard and flushed Marya's words.

I guess the Spirit of Mary taught her that I was watching.

"I'm sorry to bother you at this hour, but I need to talk to Marya for a second."

"... flying in the sky again, er. You can even go on a date."

A prank colour floats slightly in Marya's eyes.

"Hehe."

What a word for a date, did you still remember?

Ishur said smiling at Marya.

"No...... I need to ask you something right now. I'll be done in a minute."

"What?"

Marya stares at Ishur.

I can't see in her eyes the shaking like I did that night.

"It's about the day the main unit first camped. It's about the night the heavy forces were raided."

"You mean the night the Spirit of Ishur used the Great Magic?

"Yes."

Ishur swallowed his spit and stared into Marya's eyes.

What did Petra, Rifia and Mira gather to tell Marya that night? Or maybe step on a mine......

"The Maryas gathered at Petra's tent, long after dinner, and we talked about something, right?

"Oh."

Marya grins slightly and nods.

"I think your attitude has changed a little since the next day. You mean the air has changed."

"I see."

Marya nods again.

"... Ishur wants to know what we talked about that night."

Marya's smile disappears.

But that didn't make me look serious.

"Didn't you ask Lord Rifia or Mira?

"Oh. I thought I should ask you. And you two alone."

"Hmm."

Marya showed there, again, the colour of her pranky eyes.

"It's pretty good to hear it from me, Ishr."

……

Well, you're the kind of person who moves a lot behind you.

You must be the key.

"But I can't tell you that. About the covenant that night."

"A covenant? What is it?"

Ishur said it out loud unexpectedly.

"You have a loud voice."

"Sorry. Sorry."

"What we decided that night was only our problem. You don't have to worry about Ishr."

"Oh, yeah."

Ishur strayed his upper body far back.

This failed. I don't know what a covenant is, but this was still a girl's decision.

Let's just retreat. This should never, ever step in.

I feel like my instincts are screaming, run away.

"Ishur just thinks about killing an enemy general in the United Kingdom. Because we, of course, will help Ishur beyond."

"Hmm?... Oh"

I don't know...... Is this what Yoranche said "because he's one of us"?

"Neither Lord Rifia nor Lord Mira told me the details."

Mary approached Ishur, looking back on her upper body, much closer and closer to her face.

"Ishl has aspirations, doesn't he? Me and Petra will work together."

And I've said it by lurking my voice.

"Well, thank you..."

Hey, this is kind of...

Ishur nodded again and again at Mary.

I have a bad feeling... I feel like I ended up in a dangerous area.

"Tell us someday, too. Then I'll tell you just a few of our secrets, too"

"Wow, okay."

No.... I don't want to know anything else.

I'm sure you shouldn't. I feel like there's nothing good about knowing that, like the secret promises of a woman.

But Marya said something unexpected to Ishul, who caught his face and freaked out.

"Because I believe, too, about Ishur. I'm sure you'll win again."

A strange light illuminates Marya's eyes in front of her.

"And...... Please, may Ishl's wishes come true."

"What did Ishur talk to Lord Marya about last night?

The next morning, as Ishur came out of the tent, Mira and Sharka stood right in front of it.

When Mira looked at Ishur's face, she leaned back and whispered.

"Why did you..."

"Sharka taught me."

……

When Ishur saw Sharka, she just nodded silently about what it meant.

"Ishur has nothing to worry about. We will never stand in your way... No, I will always be on your side."

Mira gently hands Ishl's chest and rather continues with a sweet voice.

Mira seemed to have an approximate idea about her conversation with Marya last night.

……

Mira's face is close to looking up. Sweet exhalation gives me...

This is too intense in the morning.

Ishur nodded silently and small at Mira, honking her throat.

"What are you doing?

The air around him moved all the time, and Rifia showed up right next to Sharka. Her eyes flashed red and brilliant for a moment.

"Mmm."

Sharka can't react and sideways her body to her surprise.

"Morning, Ishur. And Lord Mira."

"Oh..."

"Forget Lord Mira, about that night."

Refia smiles thinly and stares at Mira.

"I haven't forgotten. That's not what this is about."

Mira also walks away from Ishl and looks at Rifia with a thin grin.

Relative Mira and Refia with a cold, empty smile.

The two have been staring at each other for a while, aligned and at the same time, with a refreshing smile on Ishur.

A beautiful smile, worthy of a clean morning of clear air.

Around us, tents are tapped, various luggage is put in carriages, and squires and servants are rushing around.

Ishur also managed to make a laugh and show it to both of us.

Mira and Rifia were satisfied when they saw Ishur smile, or when they spoke, "See you later," "Later," etc., they left for the tent connecting their horses.

……

My whole body is stiff.

... what a covenant.

Wet grass leaves glowed in the night dew in his nagging vision.

That's when the feeling of stepping on last night's soft weed came back to life.

And Marya's, little prayer words.

... No. Their thoughts, as the night dew, wet my heart.

As Rifia and Mira and Sharka's hindsight disappeared into the crowd, Ishur exhaled small and looked up to heaven silently.

The Grand Duke's main army continued to march well afterwards, arriving safely on the fourth day, in Oakland, a stroke connecting the King's capital with Frontera.

Oakland was a fortified city that stretched its old walls around it, centered on the main castle standing on the hill north of the street. Once upon a time, at the demise of the Urk kingdom, the city was told that it had become the stronghold of the Royal Army of Ladis aimed at the eastern march.

The Grand Duke entered the castle gloriously amidst the cheers of the welcoming inhabitants, and some went out of the castle again, and each squad set up a formation inside and outside the city. Petra and the Grand Duchess subordinates, Trash Rouge, the military superintendent, the Earl of Nicebald, who heads the main unit, and their closest samurai were to stay at Oakland Castle.

Auckland Castle is the castle of the Duke of Oberline, but the Duke of the day competed in the King's Capital defense earlier than Henrik, and is not here now. The castle was guarded by the Duchess of Oberline as a castle cost, and she greeted Petra with a line at the castle gate.

When the castle gate was opened, he followed several knights behind him, and his wife was out in front of him and kneeling.

The yang leans west and stretches around the castle, with long, black shadows dyed. A bright peach dress worn by the Duchess appeared blurry from its black shadow.

One opposing Petra also moved forward. She was already down from the chariot.

The Marido sisters, standing right behind Petra, tell us how nervous they are.

There was a heavy sense of urgency from the Duchess of Oberline, unidentified.

Ishur looked up at the shadow of the castle tower, standing from the castle gate to the walls, in the red-dyed evening sky ahead.

I don't feel any particular suspicious signs. Yoranche hasn't said anything either.

When the Duchess raised her face, her greeting was also there, informing Petra of the important news.

Something about the tension all over her, and that revealed it.

The Lady informed Petra of the appearance of King Marius III.

He abandoned the battle of Cage Castle and chose the field.

"Earlier, a horse arrived earlier than Master Henrik. Marius led an army gathered in the royal castle and advanced through the king's capital. His Majesty lays a formation of iron walls north of the capital and intercepts the forces of the United Kingdom."