Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

"Why..."

Ishur's groaning voice is scratched out by the wind across the hill.

Why, I... Why am I dying in front of you?

Yuri Olura, who fell to the ground, the body that fell on its back, had the same face as Ishur.

"Kuck."

Ishur eventually laughed in a small, dry voice as he stumbled onto the spot for a while.

The moon god Lelia has provoked that night......

Is this what he was talking about?

Ishur stared at Yuri Olura's body, trying to lick it around.

The abdomen is nicely cut off with every armor and there is little bleeding.

The cutting surface is carbide in black, either because of the intense friction heat caused by the blade of the sword of the wind.

The neck muscles peeking through the armor, muscular than mine from around the arms, and the skeleton looks solid.

This guy has been running around the western part of the continent for at least a year, and it's been dawn of war.

And burning in the sun more than I do.

Strangely, the masked and hidden areas are also evenly tanned.

I've been covered in iron for a long time and my skin is clean. Something in particular, it doesn't even look like it's inflamed.

Now there is nothing in its vain eyes, but at the same time anger and hatred, everything that was Yuri Olura, is falling out.

Left behind, empty face of my death.

Strange stuff.

Images, unlike video, an immediate look at yourself.

Do I look like this?

In this world, mirrors are still luxury. At least the urban poor and rural peasants don't have mirrors or anything like that.

Ever since I was reincarnated, I rarely saw myself in the mirror.

Because you never see your face in your normal life?

Even if you look in the mirror, because the faces shown are flipped left or right?

But that's not all this strange feeling can do. The other self is in front of me. I know exactly why, even if I'm not used to seeing it.

Another self is dying in front of me.

"But you Lelia. Do the crap."

What the hell is wrong with this?

I see the goddess of the moon is the god of destiny, the god of the underworld.

There will be no such thing as making another me replicate.

I suppose the moon god wants to say that my destiny is in my palm, in my hand. One human being, he said, could do anything, whatever.

And perhaps, by "letting me kill myself," you're sending out a warning to God about what I'm going to end up with.

Or "God's magic equipment doesn't just do it"?

No. Maybe it's not that big a deal.

Maybe that horrible goddess is just playing. Maybe he's just playing with me as a toy.

"Knock, heh"

Makes me laugh. Such nonsense.

... Yet.

Why does my body tremble and hot anger creep up from the bottom of my chest?

Why am I so angry and scared?

"Yuri Olura"

You were me? Was it the other me?

"No way......"

What if when I was reincarnated, when I was born in this world, this man was born at the same time?

What if my existence was a split one, independent of Lelia's malice?

Is that what actually happens, when one human being separates into two parts as the same being? Although that may be suspicious, if something like "reincarnation” has happened, whatever else happens, it's not strange.

"But"

This guy was only for a moment, but he's looking right in my face during the battle in front of the royal palace.

At that time, this man had no special reaction to me other than anger or hatred.

That's all this guy's attitude was toward the enemies of the United Kingdom, enemies with the magic of the wind.

If Yuri Olura was really the other me, literally the one.

If you were born the same as me.

No, I would have reacted completely differently, even if I just had the same look.

This man must have been slightly surprised, too.

At some point, perhaps when I got the Golden Magic Fixture, when the Spirit God put an iron mask on me, this man was transformed into my form.

So even when he looked at my face, he just hit me with hostility.

Yuri didn't even think then that my face was the same or similar to mine.

I mean, this guy was totally different from me.

"Have you ever been used..."

Here again, has one human life gone mad?

This isn't the only one. Whether the Moon God commanded Vilod the Golden God, or gave this man the magic of gold, many people were to die in the Kingdom of Ladis and the United Kingdom.

"Hehe? Ha ha."

Ishur turned her voice upside down and gave her a strange laugh.

... I'm going to Balstal. It could kill more, more humans.

If the moon god set it up, it wouldn't be very divisible.

We can't do that because it's war, because we have to protect the kingdom, because we have to protect the village of Bersch.

Because they're gods, they give up that they can't do anything because they're destiny gods?

Do this, what has been lost, … everything.

"Don't be ridiculous."

Ishur sat up in front of the body and raised his right hand high.

It's been a long time, but the snake's not coming out. White snakes don't come out.

Then I'll have to do it.

I just have to get my own gold magic gear. You can't give up.

When Ishur gathered the magic of the wind in his right fist, he stabbed Yuri Olura's body, his right hand, in the chest.

……

There was still warmth in the body.

Ishur remained silent and burst into tears.

He smashes his ribs, puts his fist in, and puts a dead man's stomach in the same flesh as himself.

Is the response like rubber heart? The wet feeling is some kind of body fluids or mucous membranes.

"You Lelia!

Ishur looked up to heaven and barked.

A seemingly boiling passion runs through his whole body.

Ishur leaned down when he shouted only once, letting his whole body tremble fine for a while with one hand inside Yuri Olura's body.

After the battle between the two, the area was covered in fog and the weather deteriorated rapidly. There is also a grey mist standing on the hill where no one is but Ishur.

... I didn't know you were going to get your own corpse.

Tears fell over Yuri's chest wet in blood.

...... hehe.

Ishur laughed without a voice. It was a distorted, insane laugh.

At that time, something hard and cold touched the fingertips of my right hand.

It wasn't bone or anything, it was thinner and denser, it was artificial.

No, it's not by people's hands. It belongs to God.

"Is that an iron plate?

But I didn't expect something like this to suddenly appear in the human body.

"Knock."

Ishur put his strength into his right hand and tried to force it to pull out.

"big?"

If you force something like this out there, my, no, Yuri's body will be doomed.

At that time a thin, transparent appearance of a circular iron plate emerged in front of Ishur's eyes.

... Mirror? A shield. A shield is a slightly smaller round shield. Double wire relief engraved on the edge.

Immediately after the disappearance of the phantom statue that floated in front of him, the iron plate that was grasping him in his right hand also disappeared.

No pain, no fever, I felt nothing and suddenly disappeared.

……

Just like then, when Lene, the witch of the woods, nearly captured and killed me, when I got the magic of the wind.

Without any response, it disappeared to melt somewhere.

... Did you take it in me, the gold magic fixture?

"But...... Is it a round shield?"

The statue of Vilodo, the golden god, seen in the temple, in one hand, has something like a slightly flat crushed incense furnace. Naturally, that's not a incense furnace or anything like that. They say it mimics a furnace for refining iron, such as a ren furnace made of fire-resistant stone.

But some Golden Idols are not “furnaces," they have mirrors in their hands. It is especially common in gold statues made in ancient times.

"... wasn't that a mirror, a circle of iron?"

I mean, I guess that's what it is. If the inheritance is interrupted, I don't know if you have a circular mirror or an iron one, such as a statue from an old era.

A mirror would be more appropriate for a Spirit God to have than a Golden God (by the way, Aprosius, the Spirit God, has many statues with some kind of mark on one hand). A Golden God would still be more iron than a mirror.

Ishur pulled his right hand up from Yuri's body.

There is no change in physical condition. It's just heavy fatigue and pain in the wound.

The pain in the wound has obviously increased since the wind chirp was used, but he doesn't seem to be bleeding so much. You won't have to take your clothes off right now to make sure.

"You'll see soon enough.... then."

When it comes to the magic of the wind, it settles into its own flesh and takes about a few minutes (four to six hours) to demonstrate its ability. It may be seen that the gold magic appliance will take as long.

When the ability of the magic fixture of the wind was expressed, the surrounding space, the sensing ability in the air, was dramatically higher. What will happen when the gold magic fixture settles on my body......

Ishur stared at the right palm stained with blood.

Yuri's blood is wet to the sleeve of her coat.

… is that a problem? This is my blood.

"But you can't expose this corpse to people"

Ishur saw the face of the dead Yuri Olura, the same face as himself.

I shifted my gaze to the magic fixture of the Spirit God falling beside it, the Iron Mask.

... The Grand Duchy of Olura will not know that your master's face is the same as mine. To hide this face, so that Yuri's face would not be exposed to change, the Moon God made the Spirit God prepare this mask. Must be.

I don't want anyone to know that Grand Duke Olura looks just like me.

"Such a mask, it's crap trash. It's pathetic, but I won't leave your body, this mask, or fine dust on this earth. Erase it completely."

When Ishur said in a harsh voice, all of a sudden, when he unleashed the sword of the wind, he attacked me from behind, and I heard that grudging voice again.

Kill. Kill. Kill.... only me, I am the one.

"Knock."

When Ishur stood up and stepped on the iron mask, he crushed it with the magic of the wind as it was.

The Spirit God mask was stretched thin like paper and sank in frosty dirt giving me.

... Yuri's grudging scream then.

"Are you still me?"

Ishur looked frightened to death and unloaded Yuri Olura's body.

"Sword."

When Ishur was about to be swallowed up by the wrath and hatred that masked, Yuri's, or what might have been his own.

The Great Spirit of the Wind, who had so far erased the signs, called out.

Yoranche appears quietly with no sound next to Ishur.

"You've got the treasure of the Golden God."

"Oh."

Ishur looked at the voices slightly sideways and said in a low voice.

There is still something dark and burning in his eyes.

"But you surprised me."

The spirits of the wind, still young, said in a voice resting on their backs with that dialogue.

"This can't be normal."

……

Ishur is looking down Yuri's body. I won't say anything.

"It's not just about appearance. Probably the exact same as the sword. This."

"I see."

……

Yoranche said he would sigh small.

"Is it the Spirit God who's good at pranks that can do this?"

Yoranche stares at Ishr.

"Only the Moon God."

……

Now Ishur took a long sigh.

... you're finally broken.

That I and the moon god have a crappy cause.

An iron mask of the curse of the Spirit God, with the magic of gold, a man with the same face as me, who was designed to fight me, the replicator. Doesn't it occur to you that even if it isn't Yoranche, only the Moon God can do that?

Ishur also stares at Yoranche on the side.

This will also be known to Yveda.

"... what's up?

Ishur laughed thinly and said. Now Yoranche is silent.

"No..."

Yoranche thinks of something with a face that doesn't float a little.

Beautiful shape that looks thin and transparent in the background, its young appearance that neither boys nor youth can say is a lot tired or doesn't feel the usual sunny.

"I wonder what the moon god wants to do with the sword... I wonder if he's playing"

"I guess so. I thought Lelia said she could do anything about me, do the gold magic trick, and hang out."

Ishur pulled up the corner of his mouth and said with a distorted grin.

"Yeah......"

Yoranche did not clearly affirm or deny what Ishur said. And most importantly, I've turned my face to Ishl.

"But I also feel like I know very well that the Moon God sticks to the sword so far"

Yoranche also had the inexperienced grin of hiding that something.

Yveda is what you are.

……

Ishur said with a small sigh and a sarcastic grin again.

"But Moon God gives me crap. That god is coming against me."

"The only reason I've been pointing this human at you is to show strength and harass the swordsman."

Yoranche said, dropping his gaze on Yuri's body.

"The boy who had this golden magic fixture only had the same sword and appearance, and the contents were a completely different person. That's what I knew exactly when I was fighting."

"... is it still true"

At some point, Yuri Olura was transformed into the same figure as me by Lelia, perhaps a short while before she began to sweep the United Kingdom.

"Even the moon gods can't replicate the contents of the sword, I guess. I'm not sure.... I can't touch what's inside the sword..."

……

Ishur stared sharply at Yoranche.

That's......

"The same goes for you, Yveda. That's why I care so much about the sword..."

Yoranche said with that grin.

His obituary. What lies ahead of him as he turns his grin.

I felt like I figured out what it was. What lies ahead of me, what I carried in my previous life.

Something they cannot see or touch......

"I don't know what the moon god is thinking, but that god does this. But maybe he wants to know about the sword. I wonder if he is waiting to confuse, anger, and expose the sword to his heart. Maybe he's just observing."

Observation, huh?... Isn't that the attitude of the Lord God, Jerez himself?

Yoranche's remarks almost coincide with what I was thinking.

Then...

"But just remember this"

So Yoranche has smiled all the more.

"Yveda, we are on the sword's side no matter what."

"It's time for me to leave. You're tired too, aren't you? I'd really like to protect your sword a little more."

"Ah, oh. Yoranche, I'm sorry. I put in a hard time."

Archer of the Great Spirit. Without his struggle, if he hadn't bought me time, I might not have beaten Yuri.

"From the south, the girls who think of you, the humans of this kingdom on your side, are approaching. Looks like the enemy knights have been wiped out. So don't worry."

Yoranche said looking south of the grasslands that loosely converge on the hills.

"Thanks, Yoranche"

Ishur also looked toward the King's Capital in the south.

The streets visible on the right hand side of the hill are, by the way, dimensioned by craters large and small, and disappear into the hills. I don't see any private houses or standing trees nearby, but if there were, they would have been blown up without a trace in that battle. Now the northern Brektas mountain range, which leads to the western sky, is also hidden in the mist, and its harsh mountains are invisible.

Quiet, no man, no horse, no sign of a big creature.

"See you later, sword."

"Oh, I'll call you again sometime, I'll be sure"

Yolanche disappeared into the fog with a quiet smile.

Has the Great Spirit of the Wind also used up his power against the Golden Magic Fixture?

Even if he is summoned via the magic of the wind, if he himself loses his magic, he must leave this man's world. There's no point in being forced to stay.

In the battle against the Red Emperor Dragon, Carlitos also decided to return to the other world along the way.

He defeated the Fire Ring of the Red Emperor Dragon and used up his power.

Ishur blurred at Yoranche's vanished grey mist.

… In the end, I could not strip the mask of Yoranche.

Even if you could tear Henrik's, Yuri Olura's iron mask apart, you couldn't break his.

But I think I understood the reason for his incredible grin.

The secret I have. Neither can the Spirit, not even the gods, know.

Why Lelia, goddess of the moon, is getting her hands on me.

That soul guts me with such an ugly toy.

He's not just toying with me. I want to know what comes out of breaking this toy, and that's what I want to see, and I'm playing.

No. I want to know, maybe I'm desperate to see it.

Killing me is easy, but then you lose what you want to see.

Maybe that's why you're giving God's magic equipment, letting it all be aligned, and trying to look like me once again in the place of the other gods' aligned rituals...

"Hehe."

But tell him what to do, or show him what to do.

You are the one I will destroy.

Even if it is a God destined to be second only to the Sun God.

Even if there is absolutely no chance of winning now.

Wind and fire, water, ground, gold.

A being who may not win even though he has all five magic fixtures together.

But I realized I could beat that goddess.

Memories of a previous life in me that the gods cannot touch. Of previous life, myself......

And the human potential of this world that Nina has shown.

I'm sure there's something hidden in those things that will yield the Moon God to clues.

Ishur glanced down and stared at Yuri Olura's body lying on the white frost.

Will it be like this if I die too?

"This is the pinnacle of Lelia, the god of the underworld."

As soon as Ishur laughed thinly, he squeezed his face and gave him a harsh look.

...... Yuri Olura.

"What were you really like?

Ishur turned his back on Yuri's body and went down the hill.

The surroundings were littered with traces of two battles, large and small craters and iron pieces, filled with blown up dirt sand, but still frost descended in the morning everywhere.

No grass was visible in the fog and narrow sight, and the area was covered in silence and desolate.

As Ishur descended the hill, the magic of the wind sparkled behind him, causing a huge explosion.

Both Yuri Olura's body on the hill and the iron shards, large and small, all became dust and disappeared into the smoke blast. The whole hill blew up, too, and disappeared.

Ishur endured general fatigue and pain and slowly went south down the street.

Wangdu Street was all over the battle earlier, and each time Ishur detoured from the road, or jumped and jumped over the gaze.

Along the way, he shed blood in a stream flowing down the side of the street, lowered his hips and drank water from the water bottle, took the sachet out of the inner pocket of his coat and mouthed the stir-fried beans. The bag with dried meat hanging from the belt was gone.

For a little while but rested his body, Ishur recovered his fatigue slightly and returned to the streets to continue southwards.

The weather is the same, with fog standing around and cloudy above the sky.

... Where is it now?

It was slightly south where the Royal Radice Army laid formation that entered the battle with Yuri Olura, and if you walk another half hour (an hour) or so, you should see the settlement of the village of Kefol on the west side of the street.

Around where I hit a chunk of wind magic and Yuri split from his army horseback squad on his own.

"Hmm?"

I saw a person sitting at the side of the road in Ishur's eyes staring forward.

The appearance of a small, unreliable person can be seen on the loosely undulating streets, once descended and started climbing again.

Is it a peasant nearby? Is it injured?

Ishur walked slightly faster, staring forward down the street.

"Horses..."

Approaching the shadow, a black horse was falling at the end of the person's sitting.

Ishur narrowed his eyes for a moment. The black-haired horse that collapsed on the side of the road resembled Schwarlard.

... I'm not wearing horse armor, but that's a military horse...

The fallen horse has a tight salablet-like horse body.

Getting closer, it also became clear who sat in front of the horse.

The fog crawling on the hill is speeding up and gradually clearing up.

In the slight sunlight, the back of a man glowing silver.

Soldier with armor...... The knight of the United Kingdom, the Grand Duchy of Olura.

……

As Ishur approached the man further, he slightly distorted his face and then saw him shrivel.

"Your horse."

Ishur stopped at a slight distance from the man and spoke quietly.

There is no one around. No sound.

……

The man drops his shoulder, stares at the dead horse and does not wander around.

Ishur also said nothing more and stared silently at the side of the man.

A cavalry loses its horse. How much is that?

If the horse was a special being who had long been on the battlefield, who had taken care of him since he was a young man.

The man will be attacked with even greater pain, having lost his dear comrade.

I remember hearing it from someone. To the death of his beloved horse, the swollen knights of the hundred wars and smells mourn, without any doubt.

Ishur pointed his gaze at the black-haired horse.

The horse lying on the ground has a piece of iron pierced his abdomen and is bleeding.

Have they survived the only Dmills who have pursued them from the rear and allowed them to escape all the way around here?

"Has Yuri been taken?"

The man said for a long time, keeping his gaze off his horse.

He had a clumsy, wild voice.

"Oh."

The man does not turn his gaze to Ishur.

The man remained silent and then said nothing, just seemed to sink into his own thoughts.

... This guy's hurt, too.

It doesn't look that way from Ishur's standing side.

……

Ishur also passed behind the man silently.

The man had no reaction whatsoever.

Passing by and turning around, the man's left arm was missing.

Ishur turned forward and never looked back again.

Only the sound of treading dirt.

The figure of a squatting knight and a fallen horse disappeared into the shaking fog.

How much did I walk?

Ishur prolongs his unpopular streets in unreliable footsteps.

General fatigue and wound pain remain the same, and there is a gradual increase in the sense of vanity.

The fog gradually clears and the clouds retreat towards the mountains.

The thin sunlight gleaming between the clouds is leaning westward. from but weak. We have to rendezvous with Domill and the others before it's a night of rapidly falling temperatures.

So you can't rest. We have to go a little further.

Spiritual power to use magic, energy is being lost. A small margin must be left in case.

If we summon a new Spirit, if we go up into the sky and fly, it could be completely lost.

……

As one walked silently, Ishur let go of his own consciousness.

Eventually, his own flesh disappears into the kind of floating feeling he's walking in his dreams.

The earth that dulls in gray.

A man in a mask appeared on his way.

……

Ishur smiles sarcastically in his dreams.

Yuri, I just killed him. Have you come out in your dreams?

But when I approached him, the man wore a different mask than Yuri's.

of the same gray metal, but a large mask covering all faces. My eyes, nose and mouth are all blocked.

Ishur reached out and stripped off the mask.

When I took the mask, there was nothing on the man's face, it was a black cavity.

Something is countlessly stupid about its dark bottom.

Ishur stuck his hands in that cavity.

"Oh......"

Put your hand in the dark and it was your own, your own face.

The nothingness behind the mask was itself.

No.... that can't be right.

Push your hands further into the back and try to capture the dark stuff.

The moment he touched it, Ishur felt his head blow off his face and eventually his whole body fogged.

When I disappeared, that gray horizon also collapsed.

Around......

Different world. That's when I fought the Red Emperor Dragon, the first space I ever reached......

But this place is a little different from the old windy world.

Running force swirling far and near the area. Gentle different waves in front of you.

And countless contiguous, intermittent accumulated crystals, flirting and slightly trembling by the flow of power.

Is this the world of crystals?

……

Ishur also inserted his fingertips into the joints of each particle, laughing like a child and forming its crystals, as he did then.

Then the crystals that spread around him collapsed and blew away with a high sound.

Some soon crystallize again and continue to exercise around like dancing with the countless particles that flow.

……

Ishur was happy and kept laughing out loud.

The spiritual realm of wind, the same as the other realm. But a little different.

It is the so-called crystalline world of gold magic. It would also be part of Vilod, the golden god, that is metaphysical.

He will not speak to Ishl about anything.

But the world seemed full of blessings.

... to Ishl.

A thin cloud flowing through the sky drags a black shadow, or shines red in the sunset.

There are meadows to the east, and forests far away. To the west there is a small settlement across the hill, and beyond it the mountains can be seen the mountains of Brektas.

When he noticed, Ishur was on the road earlier.

Was it before all his darkness, beyond nothingness?

The second time was soon.

I immediately reached that other realm.

"Oh......"

Ishur looked around and gained a sense of a new being.

There's something approaching the end of the street.

Numerous metal structures are shaking.

In Yamano, there are tiny crystals large and small.

The flow of the wind, the air shaking in it, the crystals of the metal - the presence of a solid metal, so "felt" in Ishl - vibrate. They come down the street.

Mira hasn't solved the merger with Sharka yet.

I see. That's not just ferociously strong magic. Well organized magic. So show that much power.

A new horizon, the world, that transcends vision and extends beyond the five senses.

Getting the magic of God in your hands. The truth......

It's like rebuilding the world, heartbeat rough.

When countless brilliances of magic occurred at the end of the hill, south of the street, we could see where we had collected them, the Domills on horseback.

"Ishur!"

"Master Ishr!

There are cries of Rifia and Mira.

"Mr. Ishl!

That's Nina's voice....... hmm. And Romir's voice?

Have they turned back to the king's capital? Is that why they're all on horses?

Ishur stared at the dirt smoke standing up at the end of the street.

The sound of a powerful horseshoe, transmitted from the foothold.

... I'm back. From the abyss of death.

So now let's celebrate, ourselves, them.

Ishur raised his right hand high and extended his "hand" to the end of that world.

What exists at the end of a folding crystalline world.

It is easy to "hand" many spiritual powers that are originally at their apex, which requires magic, somehow now.

Not once now.

Ishur interfered slightly with the world and sought change.

A flash of magic gleaming in gold ran between the clouds.

Rifias descend from their horses and rush towards Ishur.

The golden particles glistened around them and around the Domills, who stood behind them on horseback.

Real gold, fine pieces of pure gold dance in the sky.

……

Lifia, Mira, Nina, stops bewildered and stares with her palms wide open. Face up and shake your neck to the left and right to look around.

I look into both eyes and I'm amazed Nina.

Refia tears in both eyes.

Mira looks lukewarm and holds both hands in front of her chest.

Romir pops out from behind them.

"Hehe."

Ishur laughed.

Everyone smiled.

Ishur let the golden glow descend to the ground.