Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

Heavy, rough, old stone walled halls.

Four cylinders support the blow-out ceiling, and from the windows lining high, you can see the dark, ink-painted night sky.

Despite indoors in the four corners of the hall, a bonfire is set on fire.

This large hall, which occupies the castle of the Duke of Oberline, the basement of Auckland Castle and the centre of the castle hall, was supposedly opened before that time, when the first King Ladis did not enlarge his prints, becoming an arrow into the collapsing kingdom of Urk.

It is a special place of origin that cannot but have heavy emotions for the old nobles and lords of the Kingdom of Ladis.

There now many nobles and lords were gathered together, from the knightly house below to the royal one above.

"Our army plans early and leaves Auckland early tomorrow morning for Shelbal"

Count Nicebald, who stood on his seat, said with a wild voice up.

"Immediately after joining His Royal Highness the Grand Duke on the ground, he proceeds to Wang Du Rescue. Supporting Your Majesty, you will surely prevail over the United Kingdom."

Behind Nicebald stands Petra and Marya, as well as military warden Trash and others.

And the princes that were in the hall were not between them, and they raised up the voice of the hour, saying, Whoa.

...... quite morale. But......

Ishur stood on the upper seat of the hall, but on the edge, and looked over at the tempered faces of the people who assembled in the hall.

Either way, we can't make it to the battle between the King and the enemy. Marius went into early battle. I guess he understood Henrik's thoughts a hundred times and thought that Cage Castle also made no sense in the fall of Baristal.

Naturally it was utterly helpless, just a throwaway bowl, and I guess that's not all I chose to fight in the field......

"I wonder if His Majesty can win"

Lifia standing next to me tells me to squeal.

……

Ishur looked at Rifia sideways with a harsh look on her face and shook her neck sideways.

I haven't received any further details yet. I know this is pointless to think about at this point in time, but there is still no chance that the King's Army will win. I can assure you that.

The essence of the power of God's magic implements lies further ahead of magic beyond human intelligence. Whatever ingenious measures the opponent has put in place, he can overturn them by force, trying to use a method of warfare.

The General of the United Kingdom, Yuri Olura, may certainly not be able to use the magic of gold. Maybe I've just done it with even the strength I've had.

But he must have fought many battles, large and small, and bounced countless plots in the process of bringing the United Kingdom together in one piece, as its name suggests.

Yuri Olura is obviously stepping on more occasions than I am.

The use of magic equipment and the craftiness of combat may or may not be directly connected.

He's never an insult to me...

Tales of Trash and Rusla Niesbard say dozens of court demon conductors were killed in battle in the Baristar failure, but more than a hundred are still alive in the King's Capital. Heavy cavalry and heavy infantry, the core power of the kingdom, also exist.

"Even if there are more than a hundred wizards, heavy cavalry, you won't beat him. The enemy is not Yuri Olura alone. There will be summoning spirits, and enemy platoons will have a mix of magic guides"

"Hmmm......"

Though Refia snorted once, she doesn't seem entirely convinced. He looks difficult.

"The king may not have liked the damage done to the inhabitants of the city"

If those with the magic of God wield their magic with all their might, even if it's a big city like Radislaus, I'm just not sorry. About half of the city will blow up in no time.

"Could be..."

Lifia turned that harsh gaze toward the people gathering in the hall.

Now on behalf of Nicebald, Trash has stepped forward and explained to the Hordes tomorrow's departure, details about the march.

"If Ishur were King Marius, how would you fight?

Mira, who stands on the other side of the rifia, has asked Ishl a question.

"If it were me..."

Ishur let his gaze wander into the back of the hall, looking somewhere far away.

A line of petra, greeted by the Duchess of Oberline, was passed straight into the great hall on the first floor of the castle as it entered the castle. So I heard the reports of the men in brown jackets who had been dispatched earlier to gather information, and summoned abruptly the parents and children of the Earl of Nicebald and the Earl of Ove.

And as a result of discussions between them and Petra about Maya, Trash and the other head of the unit, more than five thousand separate teams were to be dispatched to Hodor, with the Count of Lombards, whose territory was relatively close.

The two brown swordsmen followed multiple shadowworkers and focused on gathering information around Auckland, particularly in the northern part of the country. As a result, he grabbed the fact that several mercenary-like men had been witnessed along the streets from Hodor to Yoel. The information came mainly from the surrounding inhabitants and lords.

So we sent a platoon to Hodor to guard the perimeter.

Why five thousand troops, it was the city of Hodor's positional relationship with other cities. The hodor is almost directly north of Auckland, about three hundred miles long (scar, less than two hundred km). And it is located approximately seven hundred miles long (scar, less than five hundred km) from Ladislaus, the king's capital, and Angela, the fortified city.

In a situation where the United Kingdom occupies the Baristar Castle Fortress group and now a detachment led by Yuri Olura himself is marching on to the King's Capital, the hoddle, equidistant from both Angela and the King's Capital, will have been strategically placed more emphasis than ever before.

And the Lords around Hodor had also already made their way to the king's capital Ladislaus and to the fortified city of Angela, where a blank zone of troops had arisen in the area.

Hodor has now become a major shock in the western part of the kingdom. The discussions at the head of the unit had some objections to the dispersal of forces, but all objections were dismissed due to the increased importance of the hodor due to the war situation.

As a result, it was decided to distribute the corresponding force to Hodor, but Ishl's remarks became one of the deciding factors when it came to the specific force.

Ishur said, "The General of the enemy possesses the magic equipment of gold, and the victory is immense even with great force. We don't need a large army for Wang Du rescue itself," he said.

Then Rusla Nicebald told her to whine.

"Hodor, I'm concerned about enemies hitting between yoels. Especially Joel, who will be the perfect backstop to obstruct the King's Capital rescue of our army..."

Their statements decided to send more than five thousand troops to Hodor, but one problem arose there. It was the Counts of Trasch and Nicebald who said that Henrik's permission was needed to separate all that force from the Grand Duke's main army.

I'll be in Shelbal from now on. Put out a use for Henrik and wait for his response...... We do not have time to do such a lengthy thing in a situation where the King has to leave the royal castle to challenge the enemy's general to a duel, and hasten the march.

"The concubine will manage that. My concubine will treat my father later. Don't worry about it."

Petra told Trash and Count Nicebald.

And Ishur said unto them,

"I'll take your word for it, Grand Duke."

"... has your lord met Henrik?"

When the Earl said so and looked at Ishur's face, he opened both eyes.

Ishur had a dark, distorted grin, which seemed somehow out of place at that time.

"Yes."

And he dazzled his eyes, and nodded small.

Mouthfeel is a trivial thing.

For the Grand Duke today, I'm no less important “balls” than Petra in a way.

I'm the only one who can fight an enemy general. He can't take my word for it.

Everyone in this room knows that.

... so.

Force Henrik to screw my attack proposal.

Let me do what I want with this fight.

……

Ishur made that distorted grin even deeper.

The Great Hall of Auckland Castle, where the first King Radice laid the formation of the East Conquest and supposedly opened the first military council. From there the Hordes turn their backs and go out. They return to each formation scattered inside and outside the city.

At the edge of the hall, Baron Fargo to the Earl of Lombards and several other heads of the knight jazz family were gathered together to speak before Petra, Nicebald's parents and children, and Trash and others. Lords to whom they are assigned to the hoddle. Lombards is the main general, Fargo is the deputy general.

... I should use someone in that position as a military supervisor.

Has the Lord Henrik taken him, or it seems that he cannot be named? But the emphasis is on intelligence and workmanship, and four of those swordsmen in brown clothes were to accompany them.

That means that perhaps dozens of shadow workers beneath them will be attached to a detachment led by Count Lombards. It will be the scale at which we can stop the enemy from interfering with the rear of the alliance and also handle the search for the same work site. Some of Petra and Lombards also saw Marya.

Off his gaze, Ishur told Rifia and Mira, who are on both sides.

"Come to my room after dinner. I need to talk to you."

"Okay."

"Okay, I get it."

Both Rifia and Mira were looking at the Counts of Lombards, just like Ishl. The two kept their gaze intact and responded only with their voices without moving their faces.

A swooping stone pile wall. A highly-built room with an arc on the wall covering the perimeter.

From a small window with only one indoor view, the walls that surround the old town, and the streets that stretch outside, rise out of the darkness at night, illuminated by the lights that float everywhere.

It may have been a prison used for your seclusion in the past, but according to the deacon of the Duke's house who led Ishur to this room, it was a room of origin, where the first King Radice once also stayed.

When Ishur looked into the darkness outside the window, his own blurred statue in the windowsill suddenly distorted and swirled.

And a slight swing of air.

"Yoranche"

... are you playing, it's a little prank of the Spirit. But it's a spilled outing.

There was no wind, and Yoranche showed up at the window.

"Do you feel anything, in the west sky"

The window in this tower room is facing west. His side faces toward the window.

"I don't know, though"

Yoranche said, turning his face from the window to Ishl.

"It's far away, I feel like I'm somehow bothering"

The Spirit of the Wind turned to a difficult face, and turned again toward the window.

"Hehe."

... I guess.

Ishur said laughing small.

"When you get to a city called Shelbal, you'll also know what's going on in the Wang capital. Then I'll work out the operation. If anything happens to you, give me your opinion."

"Okay. Swordsman."

It's been a long time since Yoranche turned his uncontrolled smile to Ishl and he just disappeared. At the same time an old wooden door was knocked.

"Ishur."

I hear Mira's creaking voice from across the door.

……

When I opened the door, Mira had Rifia, Sharka. Outside the room there is a small dance floor, from which there is a staircase stretching up and down along the interior wall of the ride.

The stairs are lanterned at equal intervals on the walls, both above and below, and feel quite bright.

"Lord Anettia said yes, but don't feel like a prisoner's room"

Lifia looked around and said as she entered the room.

Lord Annettia refers to the Duchess of Oberline, who welcomed a Petra line at the castle gate. At an earlier dinner in which Isle was also present, she went out of her way to tell Isle that she would be staying in the most sought-after special room in Oakland Castle.

"Indoor conditioning is more rustic than I thought, too. It's not a bad thing..."

There's just a desk in the room, two chairs, two chests, and an old wooden cape (coat) hanging.

"I don't mind. Higher ground is easier to be alert to, and you can jump out into the sky as soon as you have to."

It is unclear whether you took the Duchess' words as they were, or whether you intentionally let Ishur, who was formerly a peasant child and did not formally intend to serve the royal family, away from the bedrooms of the Petra's and into the house arrest room for you, around there.

"I'm sorry more than that. Ask him to climb up to this place. It wasn't that important this evening, actually."

Ishur lowered her head as she looked over at the two faces.

"When I arrive in Shelbal and figure out what's going on with me around Wang Capital, I'll bring Henrik my own plan of operations. If he hadn't adopted my plan, I'd still like to help you both."

"Well......"

"Hehe."

Mira and Rifia glanced.

"Of course it is. Ishur."

"Let it go, Ishr"

The two said with a full smile.

"At this point in time, I have made my decision regardless of the war situation in the King's capital"

Ishur looked around slowly as he peered into the eyes of the two faces.

"I wonder what that is."

"Hmm..."

"I am not willing to act with the Grand Duke when fighting the enemy generals. From Shelbal to Wangdu, it's a full day's ride on a fast horse. If you march from Shelbal for half a day, you might be caught in the sight of the enemy. Not a single Yuri Olura opponent with gold magic equipment, even if it would be 10,000 units of force if it came to an encounter. Before that, I would go all the way to the vicinity of the king's capital, and if he was in the king's capital, as we talked about before, I would lure him to the suburbs and decide on the female male."

……

Mira and Riffia erase their delightful colors from the surface (toes), squeezing their expressions and nodding silently.

"That's why I need your help with combat, mobility, and both of you. Marya and Petra are not maneuverable, and Petra is also the daughter of the Grand Duke. It's no good putting her on the front lines."

So Ishur cut off one end of the line. Mira and Rifia have serious eyes on Ishl.

"Upon arrival in Shelbal, Grand Duke and military superintendents Trash, Rusla, and Marya will be working for you. Henrik could be outspoken and totally trying to put me under command. … I want you to pretend to follow your belly and back properly."

"Okay, I get it."

"All right!"

Mira and Rifia nod loudly. Motivated.

"The details depend on the situation, but now I want you two to have an enemy platoon, or if the General had summoned the Golden Spirit, he would take it. My subpoena, Yoranche, falls directly into the custody of the General."

Naturally, the strength of the rifia is the powerful power and speed that Mira showed in her duel with Annabel Ballord. The two of them would quickly annihilate hundreds or so of horseback troops, even if more than one Magic Instructor mixed up. Even the Golden Spirit opponent can do enough for at least as much restraint if they both fight.

"That's why I need you to remember this story today. We'll talk about it again when we get to Shelbal. Don't worry about Henrik's request, don't follow orders. Especially watch out for Marya's invitations."

Ishur grinned and stared at Mira and Rifia.

"Ho ho ho"

"Hehe."

They have both returned the same, inclusive grin as Ishur.

The next morning, Ishl came down a little early in front of the front hall, the basement of Oakland Castle.

Behind the hall is a large bronze door that leads to the Great Hall where the Hordes were gathered yesterday. Around you can see the knights and servants of the Duke's house.

The outer door of the castle had already been opened and the hall had a bright morning sun plugged into it.

……

From the shadow of the sun, the Duchess of Anettia and the old man's wizard suddenly appeared and approached Ishur.

"This is the head of our magician, and he is also my distant one"

After exchanging morning greetings with each other, Annettia has introduced the Chief Mage of the Duke's House.

The man had a black robe with a large wood-carved magic wand. Just like Marya, it's a typical wizard outfit.

"Nice to meet you, Lord Bersch. My name is Cems Alleride."

And the elderly chief of the magician went on, saying, I was an old man, and I could not be taken to this battle.

"This is not how I stayed in the castle, but I was able to meet your lord."

...... hmm?

To Ishl, who got a slightly longer look, Sems Alerid said with a grin.

"I also use the magic of the wind, but when my master's brother was young, he was for a time a disciple of that Yveda sword, Baron Lene Bersch."

"I see."

Lene the Witch of the Woods, right? Well, that would happen.

"Don't live long. That's how I got to meet the heir to the wind magic. Totally senseless."

……

When Ishur smiled and nodded with a strange face, the old demon mentor still heard the last thing about Lehne.

"... well, so who did your lord teach?"

When Ishur inherited the magic fixture of the wind, explaining that Lehne's house was on fire and that the person in question was also dead at that time, Sems had already heard about it, just snorted and flushed, just waving the next topic. I've been asking who I learned the magic of the wind if it's also something that bothers me.

Sounds like the Wizard, who serves the royal family and the great nobility, cares about whose apprentice he was and who he made his apprentice.

"For a short time, I taught Leni Pujer, granddaughter of Ventura Alejandro, former magician of the court of the Holy Kingdom"

The truth is that only a few things Leni himself taught me, most probably straight from Yveda, the god of wind...... No way, I can't say that.

"Well, to the edge of that archmage..."

Cems nodded again and again this time, lighting a slightly stronger light in the depths of his deeply tucked orbit, he said.

"I could not take the teachings from the original master, Lene, and your Lord would have been mindless. If the dwelling is set on fire, then all the things of the Book of Magic have become ashes."

"Yep..."

Ishur let him snort with a small voice.

I don't really want to be touched by that.

"If you want to know the story of Lene, the sword of Yveda, you can check the Royal Jeremiah's Library"

"Huh?"

"Jeremiah was a little over a hundred years ago, in the name of the king of Ladis. Does your lord know?

"No......"

I've heard the king's name before, but all of a sudden what...

Ishur slightly tightened his gaze and stared back into the old man's eyes.

"Lord Bersch is brilliant, and if you leave the United Kingdom, Master Henrik will grant you any wish. You just have to ask to be able to browse the royal library even then."

From the side the Duchess grinned and said:

Ishur glanced at Mrs. Annettea's face half-heartedly.

... right. This is what I'm saying. Keep a close watch on the Royal Castle, and you'll have your back, too.

Civil Bake was also talking about the royal library. But that...

It was then. Suddenly, Sems has said something unexpected.

"You might know something about Malefiore."

The old exorcist slightly clouded his expression and told him to thrust it away.

"What?"

What's this all about?... Why is this old man serving Malefiore there?

"Dear Petra!

The Duchess' gaze is turned behind Ishl.

I hear Petra came out in the hall. There are signs of several others.

"Oh."

Annettea, and Semus walks beside Ishur, toward Petra.

"Shit, wait a minute..."

Ishur's little voice did not reach the Lady, nor the Old Mage.

Ishur looked back to the center of the hall and saw Petra, as energetic as usual, and the Marya, Marido sisters who accompany him by his side.

What's this all about?

Ishur stared at the Duke's old magician's little back.

That morning, the Grand Duke's main unit separated a detachment led by Count Lombards and advanced through Oakland.

After the detachment, the main unit's strength was 15,000, and it was to expedite the march to the report of the King's outpost. Trasi and Rusla decided to reorganize their troops in the village of Hatira, a camp on the first day out of Auckland, further separating the slow-footed heavy units. Heavy forces were to be equipped with sufficient escort strength to allow the main unit to succeed them.

"On the north side of the village of Hatira is a wide pasture. I guess that means it's easier to restructure your troops."

On the road that day.

Rifia's on the horse, talking to Ishl.

"Oakland is full of cities and fields with no place"

"Oh......"

But Ishur gaveled appropriately, feeling that his heart was not here, and gazed at the western sky in distress. The colours of the sky, with the coming of winter, are clear and thin and clear.

... What the hell was that?

Why has that old man suddenly come up with the name Malefiore?

Only once since then, I've been able to catch Semus Alleride again and ask him, but the old demon mentor just said, "I don't know. Hit the royal library," he just repeated, "and ended up not knowing why.

And Cems never paid special attention to Ishl's black gloved left hand.

... definitely. He didn't know about my left hand red jade stone. He had not yet been informed of the inheritance and my left hand surrounding the crown of the Holy Kingdom and the red jade stone, the facts revealed in the ceremony of the Holy Crown. The other red stone has been with that creature for a long time.

Then why did you say Malefiore's name?

Cems, on the other hand, would have already heard that the legendary monster had been summoned in the righteousness of the crown in the cathedral, and that the wind god had descended.

The Cathedral Church has put particular effort into that, communicating it to the temples throughout the continent. Then maybe it's not impossible for him to come up with Malefiore's name either.

But still, I don't see why Malefiore's name comes up from Lene's story.

"What's up? Ishl."

……

Lifia has been speaking up in serious condition. Mira also looks at Ishl with a worried face.

"Does Rifia know a man named Semus Aleride, a demon mentor at the Duke of Oberline's house?

Ishur turned to Rifia and asked questions.

"No...... Hmm, I think I've heard it somewhere..."

Refia does her hand to the bowing jaw.

"Cems Alleride was one of the former court magicians. After retiring, I became the head of the Duke's magic guide."

"Ugh.... it is"

Turning forward, Marya was also looking at Ishur with only the upper half of his face over Chariot's back.

"The concubine also knows him. He was a good enemy of Marya's master, the Wizard of the Wind."

Petra does the same with Mary, looking at the Ishurs.

... Was that old man formerly a royal court magician? Then I wonder if it was also in and out of the Royal Palace library. He did say what the Jeremiah's Library looked like.

"You both know what the Jeremiah's Library is?

……

Petra and Marya have looked at each other silently and told Ishur both at the same time.

"I know, but what happened to it"

"No way, Ishur, you want to check the Jeremiah's Library?

"Ah, oh. Right. I'd like to browse if I can."

Domir Fulsik has once named the department "National History Codification Office" in addition to the Royal Library.

That's when we met in the woods on our way to Alva - and Domill said something similar to Semus if he wanted to know about Lene.

About the Jeremiah's Library and the National History Codification Office, and Malefioa......

The Witch of the Woods, Lene and Malefiore, have something to do with this.

That's why that old magician has come up with the name Malefioa.

Ishur put his hand in his chin and thought.

This...

"Ishr, it's not that easy to access the royal library."

And that's when I heard Marya.

There was a clear face of Petra, staring sideways over Schwarlard's head, as Ishur, who was leaning down, raised his face.

"My concubine can treat me like a father... Well, picking up Grand Duke Olura is the fastest way to go. If you do, your father will listen to everything you wish for."

Petra has said the same thing as the Duchess of Oberline.

Three days after leaving Oakland. And two days after separating the Heavy Squad in Hatira, a small anomaly occurred during the march. No, it's starting to happen.

The number of peasants and wagons heading east on the streets has increased.

It may be supremely natural for a people to try to escape the scourge of war in the eastern part of the kingdom as a result of the invasion of the United Kingdom.

But if there is a war or a plague, almost all lords forbid people from moving outside their territory. If you break the ban, you will be severely punished. Of course, many lords still prohibit the movement of their inhabitants, especially peasants, out of their territory during normal times.

The streets are not all that wide apart. A road so wide that the wagon stays the same and different is unlikely unless it's downtown in a big city. So, usually, in large troop marches, they give out a touchdown horseback ride and get wagons and passers-by to the side of the road that come and go forward.

Sometimes during the march, we saw merchants moving carriages to the side of the road and waiting for the passing of the army, but that was also due to the war, which should have been considerably less than usual.

Whether it broke the ban or relied on some cause for forgiveness, it suddenly moved a crude carriage on the side of the road, and more inhabitants stood idly by.

"That's not good..."

Ishur turned his harsh gaze to the right side of the road and whined in a low voice.

At the end of his gaze, he saw Petra's riding chariot, bowing his head, or kneeling, looking like a resident of the city's family. Next to them is a loba and a loaded carriage of household belongings and other things.

"I don't have a choice. Because it's a war."

Lifia also turned her face to the right to follow Ishl's gaze and said in a low voice.

"The king's capital is approaching, that is. There will continue to be more refugees."

... That's true though.

Ishur pointed that gaze at the western sky. The sun has fallen and is starting to dye the horizon red.

Mass outbreaks of refugees create confusion. It will also have an impact on the war situation. It's not just the battle (how much), the royal ruling power will be questioned.

Soon, at the end of the reddish-colored sky, I could see the mountains of Butektas mountains far away.

The streets also had the appearance of refugees the following day. And the number of refugees was definitely increasing.

I'm not saying anything from Trash, the military superintendent, I'm not getting any information. Petra doesn't move either.

That afternoon, Ishur finally couldn't wait to hear from his family, who had been waiting for the passage of the Grand Duke's army by the street (waji), who had evacuated him.

Shortly after passing beside that family, Ishur left the Schwarlard to Rifia and moved away from the line and closer to that family.

"I'm a mercenary hired by the Grand Duke."

Ishur said so and spoke to a young couple with an old couple and a baby, standing in front of a small carriage and a loba.

"Yes!"

The husbands of the young couple have given their wives the baby they had and replied to Ishl with a nervous voice.

The old couple and the man's wife have turned their eyes to Ishl with only a few threats and blatant curiosity.

"Where have you guys been running from? Wang Du?"

……

The man who replied answered, face-to-face with his wife and the old couple, seemingly a little unspeakable.

It's the village of Vocali.

"The village of Vocali?

"Yes, in a village near Wang capital, about half a day north..."

According to the man's story, rumors broke out that a United Kingdom army was attacking Wang capital about six months ago, holding a baby and an old man, scared given what was ahead, and came out of the village about ten days ago.

"My brother's in business in Oakland. I originally wanted to talk to you about going to show you my grandson. So, I left the village and decided to let him stay at my brother's house for a while."

Detailed circumstances were explained to me by a man's fatherly old man.

... I see. Have you been running errands to Oakland for a long time and asked the village chief for permission to travel?

Ten days ago, Marius III has yet to appear in battle.

Ishur heard from them about the villages around the king's capital and the street muscles, but just saw the evacuees in the same way, which meant that nothing else had changed in particular. Warcraft, of course, said he never met a wildling.

"... well. Thank you. Take care on the road."

"Yes, thank you"

When Ishur greeted them, he turned his back and returned quickly beside the line.

... they were putting out to take over the village, they have successfully used their travel wishes to evacuate.

But the young man must have had a touch of expropriation from his lord. It is clear that you will have repelled that.

In times of war or disaster, the people are usually subject to some kind of expropriation.

"Sword."

That's when Yoranche called on Ischl.

He only has a voice, he doesn't show up.

"If you're more concerned about the human capital of the west (Miyako), let me take a look at it for you"

"No..."

Ishur turned his gaze toward the west sky.

It won't be a problem at a distance. Just over 150 km in a straight line? Of course, he won't be able to communicate directly, but he won't be able to come back. It's just...

"Can't the enemy notice? They may be summoning the Golden Spirit."

The enemy will also know that I am on my way to the King's Capital. But I don't want them to know the fact that this one sent out a reconnaissance, approaching that distance.

"That's okay. Because the spirits of the wind detect better on earth than spirits of other lineages. They won't find me first, not even the Golden Spirit or the Wind Spirit."

Hmm. Okay.

"Well, I let it go. But be careful. If you know where the enemy is, all you have to do is take a closer look around."

"Okay. Well, wait a while."

When Yoranche appeared snug against the background of the sky ahead, he made sure to mist it gently and just vanished in time.

... I am certain that the King's army has been defeated. If we had won, or if the king was still alive, it would have been a good time when it wasn't strange to have news on the fast horse.

When Ishur leaped without sound, he went back into the air to the Schwarlard.

When Ishur straddled Schwarlard's saddle as it was from the air, Rifia said, "How'd it go?" He immediately called out.

Ishur explains,

"Well, that would be it"

"If you have a baby, you should evacuate to break the ban."

That's how Rifia and Mira returned it.

... Based on the speed of movement of the families of those refugees, it follows that they were still in the vicinity of the King's Capital, before a detachment led by the enemy general approached the King's Capital and before Marius III came forward.

Turns out, I can tell you there was no point in listening to them, directly and on purpose, from them.

That's what Refia said, "Well, that would be it".

That's a little uninteresting.

When Ishur looked forward with a slightly blurred look, his gaze engaged with Marya, who turned back.

Petra keeps her head facing forward and her head is shaking back and forth. Looks like he's sleeping.

"What's up?

"I'm a little anxious, too"

Right, when Ishur tried to say it, the magic of the wind glowed over Marya's head, in the air. The wind rolls around the area and Yoranche reveals himself.

"I've seen it, sword."

When Yoranche said so, he held his mouth, echoing his voice in Ishur's brain.

… some of the human capital (Miyako) was on fire. The enemy's army has already broken into the city. I think there's also a gold magic fixture there.

"Become..."

Ishur stared at Yoranche's face.

A smile disappeared from the Spirit of the Wind, his eyes seemed glowing for a moment.

At that moment, in Ishur's brain, flames and grey smoke were reflected blowing up the entire city surrounded by hills.

"Ah."

This...

The gaze of Ishur and Yoranche exchanged, and the Spirit nodded small.

Yolanche tells us what he saw, what he felt, just a little bit, but as a video.

Did they set the city on fire?

Ishur bit his teeth.

You're doing a terrible thing.

"What's wrong?

"Ishl?"

I hear Mira and the others from the side.

Yoranche, come with me.

Ishur felt something cold running all over her body.

"Meet the Grand Duke ahead of time"

Ishur suddenly stood up on the saddle when he said so to no one.

Shvarrad doesn't move.

"Say hello to your horse, Mr. Christina"

Then he turned around and spoke to the maid's head, turning left and right and saying:

"Let's get ahead of Mira, Refia and Shelbal. Go from the sky. Mira, follow me on the Sharka."

"Yes!"

"Become"

Ishur stayed put and flew over to the back of the chariot going forward.

"Marya, wake Petra up. We'll meet the Grand Duke first."

"Oh, oh."

Ishur said so to upset Marya, pointing Petra's body toward herself, still not awakening, and holding her up in her right hand. And I held Marya up the same way with my left hand.

Ishur is standing on Chariot's back with an assist of wind magic.

"Hey, what..."

I hear Petra's sleepy voice in my ear.

Ishur ignored Petra and said he would turn to Refia.

"When I jump up, jump and hold onto my shoulder."

"Okay!

Ishur did not wait for Rifia's reply and jumped up into the air.

Refia also stands on the horse and jumps.

"Mr. Ira! Greetings."

Shout out to the Marido sisters as they glance up.

As Rifia grabbed her right shoulder, Ishur raised her altitude and headed west sky towards Shelbal.

"Sharka! We'll wrap it with the magic of the wind."

Ishur looks back in the air and speaks to Sharka with Mira on her shoulder.

……

When Sharka nodded silently, Ishur wrapped them with his own magic and increased their speed.

... There is still a distance to the Wang capital. You don't even know if you're going up in the air.

Ishur stared at the western horizon.

Somehow, I feel like I'm upset...

"What's up, Ishur? Are you a little scared?"

I woke her eyes firmly. Petra clings to Ishl's neck.

"Ah. Me too."

"Hmm. Me, too"

Marya and Rifia also cling to Ishl's neck.

"Oh, man. He said it was painful."

Ishur's neck is buried with the arms of three girls.

Not in that case!

Ishur made a sad scream in his heart.

It wasn't long before Shelbal.

In just a few moments forward, I could see the streets stretching east and west along the streets.

A white hexagonal tent lined its northern meadow, with a castle surrounded in part by trees.

There are no walls, rather than castles, a lord's hall with some defense, a building that feels something like that.

Ishur glanced west at the street muscles as he dropped altitude. Slightly, but I still felt the number of people and vehicles coming this way was high.

Ishur unleashed his magic when he stepped down in front of the hall. Missing magic to the spiritual otherworlds as usual.

Some of the magic that leaked turned into a clean breeze and blew up overhead.

"Petra!

A few knights who were in front of the hall, a barbaric voice rising from the civil-like men in plain clothes.

"Oh, we're here!

Speaking to them, putting Petra and the others walking over, Ishur headed to the castle.

Petra is told to leave the main unit in the air and precede Shelbal.

Rifia and Mira follow after Ishur.

The main entrance to the castle, the iron door with the kannon opening, was open. There is no sign of a guard.

……

As Ishur stepped inside the hall, he narrowed his eyes to the darkness in the room.

The staircase extends behind the blow-out entrance hall. There were just two men running down towards Ishur.

"Ishur..."

……

The sound of Lifia and Mira breathing behind her back is heard slightly.

Henrik Ladis, who followed the black-crushed Domil Fullsiek behind him and solidified himself in the chain mail, was there.

His crimson cloak shakes slightly.

"You've come a lot. Your Majesty is dying, and the King's capital is in trouble."

Henrik said with a powerless grin.

The voice still sounded unique to him, not forgetting that harmony.

……

Ishur stared at Henrik with a tough face.

The laughter was now drawing his grief stronger than anything else.