Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

# 3 Captured Man

"Lord, did I mention Nice Baltic or something? Who is this kid? Are you telling me this man killed Yuri?"

My black eyes glimpse Rusla.

Despite being wounded and captured, the bearded man did not attempt to hide his invincible, unscrupulous attitude at all.

……

Ishur distorts his grin and says nothing.

Definitely.

Me and Yuri Olura were different.

Until I was put on that Spirit God iron mask, Yuri Olura didn't look like me.

Ishur slightly raised a delightful colour in his eyes, staring at the man with the black beard.

... this pretentiousness. I see this man still believes in his master's survival.

"Kid, let's know about my senior year. Say your name."

Kurtle Drasen has opened his big black eyes and stared at Ishl.

And he moaned in a small voice, "Ugh," in pain, trying to bring his right hand to his face and to his own mustache.

"Hehe."

Ishur laughed a little when she saw Drazen's face.

I don't know why you tried to touch my beard.

... raccoon face. You're a raccoon, this guy. A little, but also lovely.

Hmm, a famous raccoon-faced general?... Was Tokugawa Jiayang or something like this?

"... it's me?

Ischl finally opened his mouth there when he admired Kurtle Drasen's face as one, making sure Drasen did not identify himself with Yuri Olura at all.

"My name is Ishur. It's Ishr Bersch."

"What?

Drazen's eyes changed. Sure enough, those kids, they stopped looking at me.

... They already know my name to the United Kingdom.

No. Of the enemy, if they had the sword of Yveda, would they have known and deserved it?

"I did kill your Lord. I also got the gold magic equipment he had."

So Ishur set aside a moment and twisted Drasen's face.

"Can't you believe it?

Ishur doesn't take off his sharp gaze. The corner of his mouth remains pulled up.

"... Mm"

Drasen took Ishl's gaze and slightly distorted his expression.

"I'll show you. The magic of gold."

Ishur's grin distorts.

……

Domill, who looked asleep, glanced slightly at both eyes and glanced at Ishur.

But that's all, neither Rusla, nor the guards standing on the edge, nor Drazen responding. The magic of gold was activated without chanting, without the brilliance of intense magic, without sound.

A slightly hotter, golden disc appeared in the space between Ischl and Drasen opposite each other. and shortly afterwards it became a cold, blunt iron plate. Then a fine spark ran round the front side, with a double edge engraved.

"Mmm..."

Drasen leaked a small groan.

A magical revelation of quiet gold. But it was pure and sophisticated by the unusual.

"This is who the Golden Magic Fixture is. This little circular iron shield."

Of course, the iron shield floating in front of Drazen is not the magic fixture of gold itself. I just faithfully reproduced what Ishur saw, what I felt.

"The old statue of the golden god Vidro has been assumed to have a circular mirror. But it was a small iron shield."

Ishur erases the iron shield that floats in the universe.

The iron disc disappeared from the bottom to the top, burning with a warm light.

……

"Awesome..."

Drasen creases between his eyebrows and stares at Ishl silently. From that look I don't know exactly how he saw or felt the magic of gold.

But Domill opened his eyes, and Rusla mumbled with her mouth wide open.

The two seemed to have a clear understanding of how much Ishur's magic was.

"Some kind of illusion? Where did the vanished iron clam go?"

Drazen asked with a grudge of mustache.

"I turned it into the magic of gold and returned it to the Spirit Realm."

"Oh, my God. That's..."

The bearded man moaned with a surprised face.

"I think all spirits on a high level can do it. Couldn't Yuri Olura?

Ishur twisted his neck tightly and pointed his slightly pungent gaze at Drasen.

Domill has a small grin behind him. I guess he knows what Ishl meant by what he said.

The expression, control and extinction of small but streamlined magic. That's a tricky move for a human wizard.

"Hmm."

On several occasions, Drazen made a small roar.

His eyes on Ishur are clearly different from those of earlier.

"I don't care if you believe me or not."

... Do you want me to push another one?

I'll make it clear to you. That it's all over now.

Ishur distorted his mouth half-moon and looked at Drasen.

"I'm just going to go to Baltar and kill the ones in the United Kingdom. Like your master did."

... Different in heart. But that's not clear or anything.

I have the power to destroy the United Kingdom troops caged in Baltar.

"What do you say? Why don't you come with us? I'll show you the Holocaust in front of you. Let's start with the Grand Duchy of Olura in your country."

"That's funny. The morale of the generals on your side rises at once."

Rusla gives me an extra look, and I just get a hand in it.

"Knock..."

For the first time on this occasion, Drazen had a distressed look on his face.

"Okay, okay. … so how did you fight Yuri? Where is your body?"

But Drazen quickly revealed his face, not much pain, such as what Ishl said. There was even a thin smile on that face.

... you raccoon father.

Ishl explained to Drasen's question, just as he told Domill and others.

"You mean you blew the whole hill out of Yuri?

"Yes."

"What kind of magic is that? I can't believe Yuri's behind us."

"That's why I'm saying you don't have to believe me. My great magic was taught directly by Yveda God. I can't say any more."

"Nah......, come on"

I guess the story of Yveda's descent during the Cathedral's Lord God had also reached Drazen's ears. When Ishur gave Yveda's name, his expression, which he could afford to care for, became harsh again.

"That's enough. Our dreams have come true. Kill him now. I'm not going to expose him to disgrace, such as being an enemy prisoner and surviving."

Drasen said in a tired tone with his face down.

……

Ishur stared at such a raccoon-faced warlord, slightly distorting his lips.

... Now this man has pleaded guilty to Yuri Olura's death. If I were here, my role would be over.

"Well, without saying so"

From the side, Rusla speaks in a soft tone.

"We have a lot to ask you, too. As far as I'm concerned, I don't want to take very hard measures."

... Rusla hasn't told me to take my seat off.

"Hmm. You're torturing my senior year, the Count of the Grand Duchy? Then I guess Ladis' reputation will be lost."

"... right"

When I look at Rusla's face, I'm smiling and grinning.

He's quite a horrible man, even though he's usually the same age as me. This one loses a lot of soldiers due to the brutality of the gold magic fixture, and even though it's the invaded side, it doesn't show a single scale of its anger emotions.

"Isn't that nice? You can torture me as much as you want. If we keep this man a secret in itself, that's all we need to know."

Ishur said with his face to Rusla as he glanced sideways slightly at Drasen.

"Well, it is"

Rusla grins deeper and stares at Drazen's bearded face.

"Goddamn it. I'm not talking. Kill me now. If Yuri is dead, I can't help it anymore."

"Is Balstal good? There are soldiers and friends of your kingdom. What will happen to the Grand Duchy of Olura without you?"

To Rusla's words, Drasen turned his back and shut his mouth.

Rusla smelled that if she spoke what she wanted to know, it could also save lives and free her. But Drazen doesn't seem willing to translate.

... Apparently Rusla really doesn't want to resort to torture or other means. What I said, it's just a threat to Drazen to keep it a secret, but I don't know if that secret will actually be kept. Someday, there's a chance I'll be exposed somewhere.

There is also a chivalrous breeze on the continent. Capturing a warlord in a high capacity and giving him an honorable death, that is, executing him may well be, but inflicting torture like that on a corporal certainly does not look very good to Royal Ladis.

"... what do you say? If you will answer this question, I will guarantee your life and release you."

……

Unexpectedly Ishl gazed at the front back, Domil.

At last, Rusla has clearly spoken of the terms of the breach.

… Is there anything that the royal family would like to know? No, more than that......

Domill's blameworthy gaze poked at Rusla. As far as that goes, what Rusla said is clearly an act of transcendence. Don't you need Henrik's permission for such a big thing?

……

Over the head of Drasen lying on the bed, the gaze of Ishl, Domil and Rusla comes and goes with each other, regardless.

Domil said something. I enjoyed doing so. Something about Rusla that can be directed at Ishl and Domill, a gaze that includes.

That's......

Ishur also passed silently and with a silent expression. It's not a good idea to be looked at by Drazen.

Rusla is going to get permission from Henrik in advance, or he has some other idea...

Ishl turns his gaze to Drasen.

I should be lucky, the man in front of me stayed that way. at least no superficial appearance on the conditions given by Rusla, does not react. I don't lend ears.

"Rumor has it that you are secretly hiding His Highness Arien..."

"Arien......?

"I'm Yuri Olura's belly brother."

To Ishur's whining, Rusla replied without setting aside.

… certainly the other party to the inheritance problem that caused the civil conflict in the Grand Duchy of Olura. I don't know how old you are, but you're still a kid.

I hear that the mastermind of that civil conflict was Kurtle Drasen, who is now in front of us. This man withdrew his predecessor Rifiel and replaced Yuri Olura with a new archduke.

Rifiel and his wives were then murdered by Yuri with the magic of gold, but Drasen feared that the blood of the Grand Duke would run out, and hid Arien, the common son, in the back, to this end.

"... the story, where did you buy it"

Only the black eyes of Drazen, who was lying on his side, can be directed at Rusla.

"If we recapture Baltar, you will once again be trapped in the western part of the continent, turning back to the days of dawn in battle. So what happens to the Grand Duchy?

Rusla naturally flushed Drazen's question.

Even the Kingdom of Ladis will have about a spy in the United Kingdom. Nearly two years after the coup d 'état in the Grand Duchy of Olura, more than a month after the invasion of the enemy. There was ample time to purchase information on the Grand Duchy of Olura.

……

Drazen's gaze turns sideways again.

Some of the countries of the United Kingdom conquered by Yuri Olura will hold a grudge against him, against the Grand Duchy of Olura. If we return to a state of civil war, there will be few forces to persevere in targeting the Grand Duchy of Orula.

"Grand Duke Olura's blood is not constant. You and the Fourth Earl are alive and well. Isn't it too early to give up everything yet"

Rusla's persuasion continues.

He even darkly says that the Grand Duchy of Olura, who remains in Balstal, may be removed from the target of the attack or missed.

"Without you, the survival of the Grand Duchy of Olura will be tough."

"Mmm."

Drasen roars low.

... that would also roar. This is a very tasty suggestion for this man.

Behind it Domill grins thinly.

"There must be a few other knights besides the Count who captured them, right?

Ishur spoke from the side to Rusla. And I pointed my gaze at Drazen.

"How about you disguise yourself as a merchant with them and go home around the Mediterranean? Seven days after we arrive in Baltar, ten days after the settlement and the withdrawal of the forces of the nations, assuming that each of them has five to twenty days to return to their homeland, aren't you going to reach the Grand Duchy a little sooner? If we can rebuild our country as soon as possible in a state of confusion of defeat, we'll still be able to do it in our favor."

"Come on, kid. … you are not willing to destroy our army once and for all"

A painful look appears on its side.

"What do you think? But I'm not like Yuri Olura. wiser,... right. I want to go the way I want to."

Ishur laughed thinly and said.

Rusla hasn't said anything. Domill doesn't show any reaction.

… There are several reasons why you don't want to kill all the enemies of the Castle Line.

In the meantime, there's one thing they know that no one who's deeply involved with me has been killed. If possible, I don't want to wake up badly, kill useless.

I don't know what you think of Marya and Petra on their way.

"Uh-huh..."

Drasen roared again, turning his eyes around, turning his face toward the Ishurs.

"Okay. Give me the terms."

"… so we will make it convenient so that we can return to your country on the path that Lord Ishur has just spoken of"

Subsequently, specific aspects of the deal were discussed between Rusla and Drazen.

Drazen's conditions include his safety and that of the surviving knights, payment and passage of roadblocks at the time of liberation, and issuance of bills of exchange (which combine identity protection as a merchant).

In contrast, there were two main conditions put out by Rusla: the details of the enemy's placement in Balstal and the suspicious death of King Artena and some field battles, detailed descriptions of the siege battles, which occurred in the course of the Grand Duchy of Orula sweeping the nations of the United Kingdom.

Ishur looked sideways at Rusla's offer.

... That's a lot of sweet terms. Is that all right?

Regardless of Balstal's placement, I don't care what you think of the other items, I don't think the Kingdom needs to know...

All the information that Rusla wants is something she can find out if she takes the trouble.

But close to Yuri Olura and spoken through the ears and ears of Kurtle Drasen, who is said to be a famous general, its importance will be immeasurable. I do have that.

Domill clearly takes a step back when the negotiations become a concrete story, and doesn't show how he views what Rusla has said as a problem.

"... Mr. Ishl?

And there was Rusla's voice on the side.

"Is there anything else you'd like to ask the Count"

"Oh."

Oops. That would be......

Sure, there's still something I'd like to ask Drazen, too.

"Count, when did your master get the gold magic implements and put the iron mask on from someone? I want you to tell me that."

Ishur stared at the face of the enemy general, who had once again begun to represent an invincible colour.

... I know more or less when. Everyone can see that. The Grand Duchy of Olura began invading the surrounding countries, about a year and a half ago.

But I want to know a little more.

"Come on, I don't even know what I know."

Drasen took a breath and glanced sharply at Ishur, but began to speak unexpectedly and without any hesitation.

"... so when I rescued you from the abandoned tower, you were already dressed in an iron mask and housed in it with the magic of gold."

Ishur lay his hands on his chin and bowed his face as Drasen finished talking.

Its eyes narrow and its lips are distorted.

... Hmm, that's the time. The goddess of the moon did something when she was locked away in the abandoned tower of the Grand Duke of Orula. It also involved the Golden God and the Spirit God......

"I see.... speaking of which"

And when Ishur looked up, he took the wind and fixed it, which he had just come up with.

"I hear Grand Duke Olura is the same age as me. I couldn't see his face until the end..."

The color of Ishur's eyes changes slightly.

... I don't mind lying. Something more important than that.

"I heard somewhere that the Grand Duke looked like me."

"Hmm, you. I'm trying to keep you young."

By now, Drasen has thrown a hateful glance at Ishl.

But I couldn't feel the anger in that voice.

The raccoon-faced man rapidly softened his expression as he spoke, ending with a grin like "do it."

Yuri was a better man than you.

# 4 Morning of departure

... Now it's clear.

Yuri Olura was separate from me. He was turned into me by the moon god Lelia when he was locked away in an abandoned tower. And at the same time, he was given the magic of gold and put on an iron mask.

This result has important implications.

That I talked to Yoranche.

Lelia, and perhaps the Lord God Jerez... what the gods want from me.

its sincere whereabouts.

That turns into more credible certainty, which is not just speculation.

Lelia even used the Golden God and the Spirit God to move with a clear will. That's all the moon gods have motive for...

Domill's hindsight turns into a black shadow and blocks the front. There's Rusla on the side.

At the end of his interview with Drazen, Ishl came out of the pantry with Rusla and Domill.

At the end of the hallway, through the domicile going in front, the morning light overflows and plugs in from the entrance hall.

As he walked towards the hall, Ishur looked at Rusla beside him.

"That, are you getting Grand Duke's permission?

Ishur's saying "that" is that Rusla took a much sweeter deal on Drasen and made up her mind on the spot.

"Yeah, well..."

Domill's shoulder moved perfectly as he walked forward.

Rusla's response is so badly toothed.

... This is this guy's discretion. But I'm afraid of Domil's back......

"Is that okay?

Ishur said lurking his voice to Rusla.

"It's okay. Henrik, you said you could let yourself go."

"... hmm?

Tensions take place from Domill's back.

... Was it? But why?

"We still need the Grand Duchy of Olura to work hard. I don't want that country to perish yet."

Rusla smiled when she saw Ishur's face.

"The Grand Duchy of Orula is not a particularly large country in the countries of the United Kingdom, but Drasen, as well as the Four Counts, are all quite capable (able to do it) and have strong ties to each other. It's a small country. If the Grand Duchy perishes, the equilibrium of Western nations may fall apart"

I will not cast any shadow on Rusla's smile. But that was horrible.

"I want that country to continue to play a part in fuelling the war in the United Kingdom."

"Really?"

Ishur nodded in a small voice.

... getting enemy information from Drazen, etc. Second, no, that didn't matter from the start.

Returning to his homeland, Count Drasen, along with the other three uncles, will continue to fight to set you up and prevent the Grand Duchy of Olura from perishing.

Ishur glanced over Domill's back at the hall, farther ahead.

……

Several figures appeared in the hall.

"Morning. Are you done?

When the Ishurs came out into the hall in front of the front door, there stood Henrik and Trash Rouge, plus an old man who seemed to be the deacon.

The man was once a butler who had followed Dmir to Henrik, who had been ambushing him along the streets of the suburbs, when he left Fronte-la for the Red Emperor Dragon Crusade.

"Good morning. Master Henrik."

"Good Morning"

Rusla and Domill quickly broke their knees towards Henrik.

Good morning, Grand Duke.

Ishur turned to Henrik for a long time.

"How's the body? How are the wounds?"

Henrik has turned his smile and uncontrolled smile to Ishl.

... I'm in a good mood for tone. What else, huh? The battlefield reversed once and for all. But you've already reported Nina's injury.

"If you are injured, things are going well. Thank you."

"Hmm."

Henrik nodded satisfactorily, looking around at Rusla and Domill and Trash.

Sir, let's get started.

When Domill and the others replied, "Ha," they entered one side of the hall, in the room where the large picture map was located.

When Trash crossed in front of Ishur, he had been up all night, meeting with a blue-face more than usual.

... That complexion is beyond Count Dracula in the main house, isn't it?

Ishur sympathized with Trash from the bottom of his heart.

Palace service is hard, really.

"Sevantes, get me Paola Pierca and the Knights Commander"

Henrik turned his face to the old butler.

... Sevantes!

Does the name of this butler say Sevantes? Like Sebastian...

"Ishr, you."

……

When I realized there was no shadow around me, and it was the two of Ishur and Henrik.

There's a guard at the end of the hall, just standing in the dark.

"You and Rusla can discuss and decide on the difference between the North Line. There's a rifia, and I think I can use that five-government son."

Henrik spilled a grin and said in a sober tone that he believed you, that there would be nothing wrong with you.

Baltar has more than 50,000 enemy troops. Henrik seemed to have no idea about it.

"More than that, please, Petra"

Henrik now got a serious look, and noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Ugh..."

Ishur leaned back unexpectedly.

I shake my head vertically over and over again as I keep up with that force.

Henrik kept his face against Ishl, adding more strength to his eyes.

"Either way, the victory of our kingdom is decided. That's the only question of how to handle the enemies caged on the north line. I want her to think about it."

"... ok"

Henrik's face moves away as Ishur nods in his voice.

Ask for Petra, is that what you mean?

Feel free to wipe out Baltar's enemy forces once and for all, or use something to pull them out well. Just don't let Rusla and I decide alone, let Petra give you an opinion, so...

……

When Ishur breathed in small, he glanced at Henrik's face, which gave him a satisfying look.

... Yes. You can't measure how you feel about your parents' children, can you, Father?

But I have something to say to Henrik myself.

"So, I'm talking about the King's Capital."

Ishur stares at Henrik, changing the subject.

"The city of Wangdu is pretty burnt. We need to protect the inhabitants of the burned out city."

"Hmm."

Henrik waves his jaw small as he tells him to "go on," and looks down at Ishl.

At the end of its eyes, it shows something slightly, a color that looks like a strange creature.

... these eyes.

What are you trying to say?

Ishur overlapped words to challenge what appeared at the edge of Henrik's eyes.

"The first thing to work on is security and epidemic prevention in Wangdu. Next is the reconstruction of the Wang capital, the economic recovery. Start by cooking out to the residents using the food stockpiled in the royal castle. As soon as possible, elect a caregiver for each neighborhood from among the residents so that you can have smooth contact with the royal palace side. For each district, vigilantes and youth groups will be launched to improve the efficiency of policing and epidemic prevention operations. And..."

Some things will be carried out by royal palace officials as well. But I can't help but say this.

... if you're going to turn your eyes on me like that.

I don't know why. You can't be denied that part of me...

Is it because we have experienced the total annihilation of the village of Bersch? Is it because I immediately saw the tragedy of the city of Wang Du?

Ishur continued his devotion to the protection of residents and the reconstruction of the Wang capital, as well as economic measures. It didn't take long to breathe.

Words overflowed.

That was not the only reason for a simple sense of justice, such as for the unrewarded, who were the victims of the war.

For my own sake, I had to talk.

What you can do has to be done. We must face grief and suffering, with the right path. We have to get back what we lost.

I don't care about the color of Henrik's eyes anymore, the gaze, etc.

Ishur was probably speaking to his grief, to his suffering, to his weak self.

"... Reconstruction bonds for loans by purpose? Funny."

Henrik groaned briefly as Ishur finished talking.

"Your opinion is very helpful. But I don't have time right now. Tell Rusla on the road to the north line. I shall ask him to report it in writing. We still have time for breakfast. You can have a little rest."

The color of Henrik's eyes disappeared when he realized. Now it just comes with a thoughtful and dignified gaze, worthy of that identity.

"Yeah, I get it"

Ishur dropped his shoulder and turned his back on Henrik, walking out toward his room.

... those eyes. Did they lure you out?

Henrik made me spit out my bitterness. They saw my weakness. I knew.

... or.

Those Henrik eyes. Did the morning light prank me?

Ishur showered the sunshine on his back and mocked himself softly in his shadow.

# 5 Two Girls, Love and Night

"... that was yesterday when I saw the city of Ludano"

Petra's eyes stare at each other, feeling like.

On the back of the tank (chariot) moving forward, two girls peeking at Ishur, the lower half of whom have hidden faces lined up beside them.

The sights that have been repeated in the march until recently are being repeated again in Ishur's present day.

There are two black eyes and two blue eyes, four eyes aligned side by side, while Sheralbard's horse's head swings vertically between them.

"The northern sky is high, and if you suddenly think it glowed hard, isn't there two suns? Oh, that one's stuck."

"That's the magic of gold, isn't it? It was amazing."

"That lump of light was amazing indeed. I've lost my temper too."

Petra and Marya sit backwards on the chariot and talk to Ishl. And the rifia breaks in from the side.

"So if you suddenly think it exploded, now it's wind junction? A lot of lines of light don't play, and it's broken."

"Yeah, yeah. It was amazing."

"It was a chunk of iron that got bounced. One fell beside my concubine's chariot, and I got up and made a fuss."

"Yeah, yeah, I was surprised. I was a little late to hear the roar, and the evacuees around me were surprised."

"I didn't know it would prevent that big explosion of boiled iron. The magic of Ishur's wind is amazing again."

"Well, ho ho ho"

The usual laugh you hear from behind is Mira. Mira and Sharka are behind Ishur and Rifia, which line up beside them, and further behind them, Nina and Paula Pierca are side-by-side.

Incidentally, the rear of the ninas is followed by the maid-headed Christians and other followers with petra, followed by the four- or two-headed carriages and carriages of carriages, etc. heavy, Romir and other followers followed by the Ishurs, with about twenty horseback rides of escorts at the rear.

Meanwhile, in front of Petra and Mary's riding chariot, the Marriott sisters had a group of nearly a hundred dragon cavalry cavalry ahead of them, and several “bearded” swordsmen, serving as their escorts and messengers, had consolidated to Lanal Brad, the centenarian captain of the ancient cunt of the Grand Duke's Knights, and to Rusla, the military superintendent.

The official name, Grand Duke Antios North Line Dispatch Squad, with Petra Ladis as general, was a small unit dominated by a hundred horseback riding squadrons and fewer than ten demon mentors and wizards, but its accompanying wizards had Ishur, Refia and Mira, and the squadron itself could be said to have a powerful and incomparable power. By the way, Domill, Frid, Trash Rouge and others will remain in the King's Capital and have not joined the troops.

The Grand Duke's North Line dispatch detachment was ordered by Henrik late the previous night, formed early in the morning and advanced Avenis at the same time as it was completed.

The squadron marched in the form of a reverse turn back on Wangdu Street, the road that Ishur and his men had passed to join Henrik the night before, heading north to Army Metropolitan Street.

After leaving Avenis, while marching down Wangdu Avenue, he became reluctant with the evacuees gathering along the streets, but when he exited from the middle of the road, the refugees disappeared and the troops were able to march smoothly.

Hated the confusion, the Grand Duke had not yet given the good news of the annihilation of the enemy platoon to the refugees who wandered in the streets, but the rumors were spreading quickly, all of them calmed down in no hurry to evacuate and cheered when they saw the dispatchers flying and marching on the Grand Duke's flag.

On both sides of the intersection are trees and meadows with mixed views of the dull brown of the cropped wheat fields. Sometimes, the smell of a nostalgic field blurs my nose tip.

Should I say that the wheat of this world is slightly different from that of the previous world, is relatively resistant to high temperatures and humidity, with spring sowing prevailing on the continent from north to central. It should be a long time since the harvest is over now, but it seems that some fields are sowing a little and delaying the harvest because of the proximity of the King's Capital, that is, the proximity of the consumption area.

"After that great magic burst of gold, now there's a blue flash running all over the sky."

Countless horseshoes mix with the sound of a snort. Girls' conversations continue through it.

"When I realized, a thin line glowing blue and white flew through the distant sky toward heaven"

A magical color appears in Petra's eyes.

"Is that the sword of the wind?"

……

Ishur was then turning his gaze to a wheat field spreading on his right hand.

The smell of wheat is still there...

Ishur, are you listening to my concubine?

"Whoa."

Ishur turned his gaze to Petra.

"I'm listening. Surely that light is the sword of the wind."

"Right. Right."

Petra nodded more than once satisfactorily, staring at Ishul.

"Oh no, are you really listening to your concubine properly?"

Marya's eyes next door are laughing. Lifia is also smiling.

"Of course."

Ishur nods loudly and shows.

... If in front of Ludano, would it be about a hundred and fifty miles long (scar, just over 100 km) at a straight distance to the area where Yuri and I fought?

I myself was at best about two miles long, actually not up to that height, but that enormous magic unleashed by Yuri would have been at least twenty miles long and over 10,000 meters altitude. It's called the scale of the explosion, and even if it was over a hundred kilometers away, it could have been seen by the naked eye. High mountains yet, there is no difference in altitude between the two sides.

The stories I hear from Petra, who was quite far from the local area at that time, are quite informative. Approximate, only sensory, but able to grasp the more or less magnitude of one's magic.

"The wind will blow after a while. Of course, you could see it from where I was."

Rifia and Mira were in the midst of chasing Domill and the others from all over the city of King's Capital at that time. They have already seen the sword of the wind of Ishur once among the Lord God in the cathedral basement. During the battle, I was aware of the danger of approaching the sides of Ishur and Yuri Olura. There were warnings of Ishur, too, and I wasn't thinking of forcing him to catch up.

"Well, me and Lord Mira have already seen the work of that god."

"Mmm."

Then Petra turned her angry gaze at one of Lifia's words she said. Marya also stares at Rifia.

"Well. Right, ho ho ho!

From there Mira's tall laugh struck Ishur in the ear wondering if this was still the case.

"Ugh."

... the place. The air on this spot.

Ishur shrugged his neck unexpectedly.

"Hmm. But well good. I don't know if this will happen once a millennium, since the celebration."

And, unexpectedly, Petra is Lifia's invitation? I was in a good mood without getting on.

……

Marya also comes to Ishl with a gaze that seems to be in a good mood.

"Hehe."

Ishur gave Marya a grin.

... I can't help but feel good about Petra and the others. It's best to float.

Because I won? Because you see the victory of the kingdom? Of course there is that.

But that's not all.

Many lives have been lost, from King Marius above to the inhabitants below. Marya's brother was also killed in battle.

They've been in grief. Still had to fight. I was about to fight.

So there is joy now. I can't help but float them.

"Oh?"

Petra raises her voice, and Marya and I turn forward.

The march of the line stopped.

"That's bad."

Ira in front looks back and calls out from the horse.

There's a transmission coming from the head of the unit, a ride.

Ishur did his gaze ahead of the line of horseback riding.

"Looks like you missed the streets of the military capital."

I hear a lifia voice from the side.

"Oh."

I see a big, crater-like blur in the meadow ahead.

... Trail of yesterday's battle.

"Your Highness, I'm afraid I'd like you to step out of the tank beyond this. We'll be on foot for a while."

The knight of the decree got off the horse and knelt before Petra.

"Whoa. That's..."

Petra does her gaze a long way and squeals.

From now on in yesterday's battle, after entering the military capital street for some time, the road is, by the way, dimensioned.

"No."

There's a grin on my mouth.

Ishur also spoke to Petra in a good mood.

"Petra, it's your turn. Fill the streets with good dirt magic."

"Grandpa, is there anything else you want me to do?

"Oh, why don't you crack some firewood?"

Small, I hear conversations between Romir and the old man.

to the foothold, the warm air from the fireplace slowly blows on.

"Okay. Then I'll do it tomorrow morning, before we leave."

Ishur laid down on the edge of the farmhouse's small living room with an assembled sleeping area spread out and slept slightly.

The Grand Duke army detachment, led by Petra, then passed northwards, through the village of Kefol, repairing the streets with her own earthly magic, and now almost flattened, also over the hill where Ishur blew up every body of Yuri Olura.

This was followed in the evening by the passing of iron, large and small stones, the royal army covered with burnt soil and the battlefield trail of the United Kingdom army platoon led by the same Yuri Olura, and by the time the yang set, he arrived in the village of Vocali.

The village of Vocali also evacuated many of its inhabitants to the Wang capital Oriental, leaving only a small number of people, including the elderly.

The women of the nearest samurai, including Petra, rented the village chief's house, including Mira and Sharka, and Ishur was temporarily staying with Romir in a family close to the village chief's house.

The farmer lived alone with an old man. He himself remained in the village when it was enough, evacuating his son and his grandson along with the other villagers.

After dinner, Ishur, who was treated by Nina, lay still in bed and fell asleep. Thanks to Nina, the wound healed well, but the tiredness was not yet completely removed.

"Mr. Ishur, please wake up"

"... hmm?

At night Ishur was woken up by Romir.

When he got out of bed, he was given his coat, and Romir took him to the front door of the front door. Romir answered Ishl's question with nothing and remained silent all the time.

When I went outside, Ira stood at the end of the house.

"This evening, Mr. Ira"

When Ishur greeted him with a sleeping face, Ira smiled all the time.

Between the houses of the village, bonfires were burning everywhere. The two headed for the village chief's house as they left and entered between the lights and the darkness.

"Petra wants to talk to Lord Ishur.... or Petra's Spirit wants to speak to Lord Ishl."

Ira told Ishl as she walked.

"Yes."

Ishur replied with few words, but quickly drowsiness swept away with one word from Ira, already pointing a sharp gaze around.

Lilina, sister of Petra and Ira, stood in front of a tree that crossed a small square in front of the village chief's house and faced the south side of the site.

"This evening, Ishr."

When Lilina greets Ishl with a soft voice, she retreats back to invite Petra forward.

"Ishur, sorry I'm late at night."

"No, I don't mind. Better yet, you're tired."

During the day, Petra is repairing quite a few parts of the street that have been partitioned by her magic fixtures, the sceptre of the god of the earth.

"I have no choice. The concubine must be of some use."

Petra smiled at Ishur and told the Marido sisters to back off.

The Iras disappear into the darkness toward the mother house of the village chief's house.

It was then.

"Hey, congrats on your victory"

Suddenly there was a voice behind Ishl's back.

... this guy.

Looking back, Uluomira stood in a milky white glow.

... show up as usual without a sign. Sure, it's partly due to the weak magic emanating from her, but this feeling is different.

This refined feeling belongs to the high spirits......

"Uluomira! Bullshit again"

"Well isn't it good? Petra."

Uluomira lines up next to Angry Petra as she says so.

... you look just the same.

"I've been wondering. Wouldn't the name Uromira have anything to do with the god Oomeo?... like Oomeo's “ Mira ” or something"

I don't know if her name is an ancient sacred word, that is. I just feel like that means something to the sense of speech. Anyone with some upbringing is about to plunder the corner of his head for a moment.

What is “ ”? Oomeo's lover? Or a wife or a child? You're my sister.

Does it in any case have any relation to the god of the earth?

If so, it follows that Mira and this Spirit have the same name for whatever cause.

"Hmm. Sometimes they say it without him."

Petra turns to Uluomira.

"Come on, let's see. Show the concubine the stone of the god of the earth again."

Uluomira flushed Ishl's question lightly.

"... Fine"

Ishur also trifles back, taking his left hand gloves.

"If I get the other red jade stone and put the dirt magic in this body, will you tell me what Uromira means?

"Hehe."

Uromira, for a moment when she smiled, has turned a giddy gaze.

"Sounds like you already know what the concubine wants. Fine.... but if you had the treasure of my God, you would have known."

Uluomira's voice is low.

It's quite powerful even though it's a small spirit. But also, when I saw the red stone floating in the back of Ishur's left hand, I just happened to have a melting face, and I stopped by to make myself comfortable.

"You're Malefiore. That's what you want me to do."

"Uhm. That's when I got the shield of the Golden God, too, and for now, I'm passing. Well done. I'm back alive."

Uluomira looked up and said, holding Ishur's left hand and watching as he licked the red jade stone.

And he instantly reflected the stars in his eyes in the night sky, and said, Becoming the face of a real girl.

"Please. Oomeo, help me."

"... it doesn't matter who holds the stone of the god of the earth or who loses it in the world of men. But I can't believe it's in his hands. He has the curse of God. Womeo, even if you don't have the strength to help yourself, there are a lot of inconveniences."

According to Uluomilla, in the past, one red jade stone was taken from the temple of man's built earth by Malefioa, and then there became some confusion about the power of Oomeo, the power of God.

Her story coincides with an incident in the ancient kingdom of Urk about a thousand years ago. But there is no such thing as the magic of earthly systems is no longer available, earthly spirits are no longer visible, they are no longer able to use magic in the world of men, etc.

… help me, I feel exaggerated.

But once, when I left the village of Bersch, there was something wrong with the old man's illusion that I saw in the heavy rain. It looked crazy.

If that was the god of the earth, Oomeo...

"Ishl."

Petra suddenly grabbed Ishur's sleeve.

"Uluomira is really a great spirit. Now the power is lost, but if you kill Malefiore, you'll be able to undo it. The concubine believes so."

Petra has also become a serious face and has looked up to Ishl.

"So do me a favor from my concubine. Please help Uromira."

……

There is a grin on Ishur's face.

... Uromira tells my God, Petra tells me to help my Spirit.

The two thoughts are yes,... they don't cut sweet.

I stain myself extra on a cold night. I wander into its warmth......

"Okay. Leave it to me."

Ishur narrowed her eyes and looked up at herself, saying to the two girls who would stare at her.

"Oh."

"I asked for it."

At the same time, a delightful colour floats in both faces.

The star lights, and the slight bonfire lights in the distance instantly sparkled the girls' faces.

"but"

Uluomira finally walks away from Ishr.

"If you can get the stone of the god of the earth back from him, that's fine."

Uluomira turned off her delightful color and gave a sad look because of her mind, clouding her complexion.

That's what it looked like to Ishur.

The Spirit of the earth told him to whine.

"I didn't want to, but I can't destroy that."

"Never mind, Ishur"

Petra holds Ishl's hand and calls out as she waves.

The two are walking towards the east side of the mother house of the village chief.

Since then, Uromira has not spoken much and disappeared.

... If I can't kill Malefiore, how can I take the red jade stone?

Hurt him, chop him up, tear him apart... we just have to force him to spit it out, take it away, that kind of place?

Why. Why did Uluomira say that?

Sure, Malefiore is a powerful demon, but I've fought that monster twice. I don't think he's that strong of an opponent...

"Surely Uluomira had the curse of God, didn't she say"

A fragment of God that remained until the end, deprived of its name by the Lord God Jerez. A mass of resentment that was once God, who could not be a human or a warcraft.... so.

Ishur stared beyond the shadow of the tree, at the bonfire flames that swayed on the mansion's surface.

"What are you gonna do, fight it? … you have to think"

Ishur is alone, squirming in the dark.

"Ishur!"

There, Petra came around to the front of Ishur.

"Don't worry!

Petra looks up to Ishl in desperate shape.

"I believe in concubines. That's it."

……

Ishur smiled silently.

But what Petra continued to say, Ishur opened his eyes.

"You're not. The concubine didn't say that because she had the magic of God."

The Grand Duchess, who will eventually be a princess, but now just one girl, desperately proclaims.

"The concubine believes in herself. It's not the magic of God, it's the way it is."

……

Ishur grinned again. I smiled differently.

I felt like there was something hidden in her eyes that struck me hard in that monster.

Two girls, love and night.

Ishur stared instantly at the color in Petra's eyes.

... I see, that certainly doesn't cut sweet.

Unexpectedly, my smile grew louder.