Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

# 1 One Night's Covenant

Unlike other military tents that are tasteless and dry, the six sides from the top edged with gold thread, a bright white tent that can be seen with it even in the dark at night.

The inner central pillar is hung with multiple cantellas, illuminating the surroundings with brilliance. The darkness is driven towards the edge of the tent.

Trying to bear that darkness, four girls were eating silently across the street.

……

……

Inside the tent, the sound of the dishes being beaten, modestly, echoes only that sound.

……

……

The girls drop their gaze on the plate in front of themselves, and with a spoon they carry it to their mouth, and with a spoon they carry it to their mouth, just repeating it.

Catan.

Someone put the keys on the table.

The table hanging is made of thin satin cloth in crimson, expensive silk.

"Selma"

The girl with the key calls the maid with you. A long-haired woman reveals herself without sound from behind the entrance and exit compartments.

As Thelma cleared the dishes and disappeared into the back of the compartment, Petra opened her mouth broadly.

"Then it's time to get down to business"

On the fifth day after leaving Frontera to save the king's capital from the invasion of the United Kingdom, the night it became his first camp, Petra invited Rifia and Mira to his tent in an attempt to have dinner with him.

Usually, everyone will see it as a ploy to deepen friendship with each other, especially Mila Dielard, nobleman of the Holy King, in preparation for the upcoming battle.

But that wasn't all for this supper.

"Thank you for your concern and gratitude despite the camp. His Highness Petra."

Mira, sitting in front of Petra's diagonal, lowered her head with her left hand against her chest.

"Me too. Thank you for this evening, Your Highness."

Lifia sitting in the front of Petra bows her head just like Mira.

Both Mira and Rifia have a clear face, that is, not at all, heartfelt.

This is never a place to deepen friendship, etc. It could have been a place for the women to rush and fight. No, it was itself.

"Ugh, um"

Petra snorts. I don't always have a strong impression of her. Mira and Rifia's, pushed by unidentified pressure.

"... tonight is about Ishur, I want to talk"

Help boat, I guess. Marya, sitting next to Petra, said in the usual unchallenged tone.

……

Mira turns her sharp gaze to Marya.

Crimson, blood-colored table. On top of it there was an unusual air, full of tension.

"Ishr, what are you talking about?

"What are you talking about Ishur?

Mira and Rifia, the two dialogues overlap.

"Ugh..."

Petra solidifies.

But Marya next door is flat. Its black eyes still can't read its depths as a lost ocean.

And I don't try to answer Mira and Rifia's questions right away about what you're thinking.

... I will not make cheap compromises.

Lifia narrows her sliced eyes and sees Marya like that.

She has one thing that she has done brilliantly before. When Marya visited White Ya Castle in Alva as a messenger to the Grand Duke Henrik, Rifia, whom she met, was guided brilliantly by her and exposed her true intentions as they were.

That was a strong feeling for Ishur, which Rifia herself was unaware of.

"I know how everyone feels about Ishl"

Marya looked around at the other three with a faint expression of emotion.

"So is Petra."

When Marya stopped her gaze at Petra next door, she told her to press just in case.

"Wow, I know"

Petra slightly dyed her cheeks and nodded.

Mira smiled secretly at those two interactions.

... It's a supper called Petra's name, but it's Lord Marya who sets the scene apart.

One of Mira's eyebrows is raised.

You're still dangerous. Marya Aeren, Demon Supervisor of the Palace of the Kingdom of Radice.

The first of the four people in this seat to come into contact with Ishur......

"But right now, I don't want to do anything to scratch Ishl's feelings. Ishur must now fight Yuri Olura, who has the magic of gold"

"Um, I need you to save my kingdom"

As Petra continued to say to Marya's words, it was time for Rifia and Mira to strengthen their expressions and turn their gaze to protest Petra and Marya.

"Lord Marya, I don't care what you say."

"I have always striven to help Ishur. That's no different for Ishr, who's in danger in your country."

"Ugh..."

"Of course, I'm not saying anything bad about that."

Now when Marya shrugged her neck to be barometric, Petra told her to speak for herself.

"This isn't the place..."

"We're the same."

Mira took control of Petra's vanguard trying to say something and turned her gaze slightly to Refia.

Mira, Lifia also had an approximate idea of why she was called to this occasion and what would be discussed in this seat.

"Because we know Ishr's ambitions."

"Become?"

……

I don't know what you're talking about, decent Petra and Marya.

"Lord Mira, it's..."

Lifia looked at Mira's face in confusion.

"You're welcome, Mr. Refia. Ishr, your battle will not end just with the magic of gold."

"... Ishur's ambitions..."

Did Marya have anything around her heart, she told her little jaw to do her hand and squeal.

She is on the palace of Antios, shown the windsword of Ishur. That's when I found out Ishur had something, a big goal, hope.

"I'll talk to you. Ishr, your wish."

Mira told Petra and Marya what she called Ishur's “ambition”.

that Ishur gets the magic fixture of the five gods and is about to be directly relative to the gods, including the sun god Jerez. So you're asking yourself, your family, why the disaster that struck your loved ones.

"... Ishur doesn't talk that far, but he's probably even thinking about asking the gods about their transgressions on the spot, trying to rebuff them"

Mira ended up turning her face bright blue and said in a trembling voice.

"What a vast, no, great thing you did. It's... I'm sorry if the church finds out about it."

Petra clouded her face and said in a harsh voice.

Regardless of collecting the magic equipment of the five gods, there is no way the diocesan church would allow it, such as to rebuff the gods.

"But on the other hand the Yveda God came down to Ishur and blessed him. … I want to help Ishur."

Lifia raised (mingled) her grievous resolve and told her to declare it.

"... it's the same for me."

Mira isn't the only one. Both Petra and Marya stared at Rifia with a strong light in their eyes.

"Ishur inherited the magic of the wind from Lehne, and the Red Emperor Dragon appeared in people for the first time in two hundred years. And the magic fixture of gold appeared on this earth. The Red Emperor Dragon holds the magic of fire in him. It's been since ancient Urk, when all three of God's magic tools appeared. … something, something may be about to happen"

Petra opened her eyes like they were burning.

"Ishur doesn't just want to revive his family. I'm not asking God."

Marya whines secretly.

I can already see that in Mira's description.

"Ishur said that human life is not like that. I wonder if it is right to revive those who have died."

A heavy silence comes to Mira's words on the spot.

"... hmm. I do feel like my concubine understands what Ishur thinks."

"I know what Ishur thinks. that it does not treat the soul of the dead lightly."

Refia says in a harsh tone.

"But now it's settled. It is good to know that the concubine is Ishul too. My concubine is going to take Ishr's adventure with her!

Petra rose out of her chair and raised her voice bright and energetic as she blew out the heavy air on the spot.

"No Petra. What do you do with the kingdom?

From the side, Marya said in her usual awakened voice.

"Mmmm..."

When Petra nags, she lowers her hips without force.

"Hehe."

"Oh ho ho ho"

Lifia and Mira laughed small.

"Then I envy you."

Petra squeaks softly.

"But surely,... now you've made up your mind"

Marya looked around at the three faces and said:

"There is no loophole until Ishur has achieved his grand petition. Don't mess up Ishur's mind."

……

Lifia, Mira, Petra, for a moment, four sights cross.

I don't know about that.

Refia arms in front of her chest and throws her invincible gaze at Marya.

"But Mr. Riffia. Ishr, what do you think? Isn't that what you said? Until it's done, we don't want to live up to our feelings."

"... oh my God"

"... Mmm."

Petra and Marya whine small.

These two are already on Ishur......

But Ishur couldn't live up to both of them right now, he said.

Petra and Marya all leaked a sigh of relief.

Ishur is going to fight an enemy general with a gold magic fixture. He wasn't a very optimistic opponent, for example, that he could always win.

The girls' supposedly opponents kept themselves in the unknown days of tomorrow.

If someone makes love to Ishur come true, it may one day suddenly, be over.

"Ishur is well aware of the grief of those left behind. So don't step out."

Lifia said with a tough face.

"I know how that feels, too. But can it be fulfilled? Loving one is not hard. True love is not what lies ahead beyond life and death"

It is the word of Rifia, who murdered his father by his beloved. No, it is to be the mouth of those who have overcome the grace.

"Uh-huh."

Petra also made a difficult face and put her arms together.

But the appearance of a little girl like a child is rather smiling.

"I mean,... it's Ishl's fault"

And Mary said unto his large eyes a slight colour of anger.

"Ishur's on the run."

Marya's eyebrows are raised a lot.

"I can't decide. It's pathetic."

"Well.... that's different"

Mira quickly tells Marya back.

"That's because Ishur is a gentleman. I don't want to hurt anyone."

"Well, I wonder if I have that. Indecision in love is not the norm for men."

……

Everyone sees Petra with the face that you say it.

The royal, deep-window princess has experience, of course, not in the kind of language she hears.

"But Ishur is a tease over there, but he's strangely solid at his age, and there's a place around wisdom."

Petra subtly changes the subject so as to deceive the gaze around her.

"That doesn't mean teasing. Careful, it is. … but it's true that Ishr has something out of age."

"Hmm. I think you look very young at your age, but sometimes you look grown up like you think you're someone else. I don't know..."

Lifia went on to say that Ishl had something, something about the bottom unknown.

"Because Ishur is a scholar with that one"

"Was there still any literature left in the Bersch family back in Urk?"

I don't know.

"Whatever it takes. That's not good. There are no such old books left in the royal library."

"Ishur sometimes has a unique language, but I don't think that's all old words"

"It's not just words."

"Right. Sometimes I wonder if the way you talk and the way you do it is that sometimes there are products or if they are new. Where did you learn how to do that during your meal…"

Sometimes it's weird.

"Everything can be quick. Talking, moving, thinking."

"Uhm."

Four girls gaze at each other.

"... and there are times when you don't hide anything from your mind and show your candor and bump into it. When it's a horrible face, with eyes I've never seen before..."

Mira put her hands on her chest and dyed her cheeks, saying in a small voice.

"At that time, you'll feel like you're being shot through your body and mind."

"Ugh."

"Mmm."

……

The girls now turned away from each other and dyed their cheeks.

"There's something about the concubines. Touch it, the more you touch it, the more you want to know something about it."

Petra squeaks like a rare, romantic, far-eyed whisper.

"I wonder what that is.... I don't know, I'm attracted"

Lifia looks like she's had a fever and lays down her long eyelashes.

"Ha..."

Mira leaked a hot exhale.

……

Marya, meandering, turns her gaze on Rifia, Mira, and Petra like she observes on the other hand.

What does Marya think?

Something strange, unidentified about Ishur that attracts the girls.

Or maybe that was the same thing Yveda told him, that the wind gods were attracted to.

"Ha."

Suddenly, Rifia whispered oddly and whispered, "How about that?"

"Whoa."

"Oh."

Both Petra and Mira spoke to each other as if they had returned to sanity, waking up from their dreams.

……

The girls looked badly punished and turned their gaze away again the day after tomorrow.

There is unspeakable air flowing through the field.

… If I follow Ishur to the end, then I may know the part of his mysterious mystery that is uncanny, if I am also alive at that time.

Marya fronted the gaze she was distracting, putting it back first. Vision fills the table with crimson colors.

Whether that's the bloody road, like this deep red.

If only I could find out the secret to his mystery.

... I'm sure. It's not rational. Only then will I like him more...

Even women, no, women have the will of women. I have my ways.

He slows down quietly in himself and fills his temper.

I spoke clearly, as I proclaimed.

"I am not obsessed with monopolizing Ishur"

Marya looked around at the rifias, who looked back slightly late and seemingly awkwardly.

……

Mira and Petra become angry at Marya's sudden bomb remarks.

"I'm... unwilling to compromise."

Lifia said to Marya in a low voice, the same as earlier.

"But when this happens, it's Ishul who chooses."

"Mmm..."

Refia groans.

"Become our companion and burden Ishl... we need to avoid"

"I'm sure of that."

Mira said slightly upwards with that beautiful face.

"It is!... it sure is."

Lifia let the bitter tannins climb to its surface (on her cheeks) and told her to whisper at the end.

"Uh-huh."

Petra shook her neck slightly vertically several times, whispering like no one could hear her.

Everyone agrees with what Marya said.

"Then be modest over there, all solemn. Now it's before the war. And I will not stand in the way of Ishur's aspirations."

Marya quickly sums up this meeting.

"Damn,... I can't help it"

"There's no difference."

"Hmm. So this is a promise. I didn't leave it in writing."

And so Petra slapped her hand.

"Thelma, hold the cup"

"Although the contents are not alcohol in the battlefield. Shall I give you a cup tonight as a token of the covenant? … all for Ishr's great achievement."

Petra took the pronunciation, and everyone stood up and put up a cup in their hand.

By the way, the contents are just white water (sayu).

……

Petra leans the cup against Rifia, Mira, and Marya, including its contents in her mouth.

"Hmm?"

It was Refia who noticed the earliest and pointed the suspicious face away.

"Mira."

The dripping curtain of the partition is turned, and Thelma and the others and Sharka, who had refrained next door, show their faces.

"Vescortino......"

At the same time, Marya whispers the name of her own covenant spirit.

Marya was alerting Bescortino to her surroundings.

"Mmm."

Along with Petra's little groans, a roar rang through the bottom of her belly from the far sky.

The four girls look at each other.

"This is..."

The girls went out of the tent with us first.

"That's the heavy squad"

In the northeastern sky, the splendor of magic of different sizes was blowing up.

There is wind around the camp lined with large and small tents.

"An enemy raid."

Following Marya, Rifia said in a sharp tone.

"It's Ishur's magic..."

"No, it could be that great spirit that was recalled by Master Ishur. He had a great bow."

"Hmm. The bow and arrow of the great spirit of the wind. It's not that bad."

The magical brilliance of the wind that spreads through the night sky is so great that it blows a whole army away.

"Ishur can't beat..."

Even if the opponent is the one with the magic of gold.

Lifia told me to look away and whine.

Eventually, a grin will appear on that face.

... even if the opponent is the Grand Duke's daughter or the five-public courtier.

I'm not going to follow my promise quietly or anything. Ishur doesn't give it to anyone. And, of course, the desire of Ishur shall come to pass, and this I will show.

Mira was beside Rifia, pointing her dreamy eyes at the magical glow of the wind.

... It is this me who will stand beside you until the end of the day. I don't care if I can help you with your promises.

Mary turned her faint expression to the night sky and secretly shrugged in her heart.

... went according to my drawings. The most important thing is to help you with Ishl's powers.

Ishur's face at that time when he was informed of the burning of the village of Bersch. I don't want to see that face again. I won't make you feel that hard.

Petra grinned at her upbeat, satisfied face.

... In the meantime things went according to Marya's ambitions. But don't be alarmed.

The disadvantage of a concubine who cannot move lightly is obvious. But on the contrary, I'll try to make it work. Even if you give me royal power. One day, that opportunity will come.

The four girls lined up beside each other in front of the tent, staring at the mighty, beautiful, magical blink floating thoughtfully in the night sky.

A woman has a will, a will. There is justice.

... and of course, neither untruthfulness nor betrayal.

The flames of red lotus burning in the girls' chests, it was red as the colour of blood.

# 2 One Night Frenzy

I can't accept that as a concubine.

"But princess. Do you think there are any other empty rooms? We don't have a choice."

"But if something goes wrong, it's not good"

"Ma, mistake...... Oh, well, there can't be, uh... wah?

Hiya.

Ishur took an unexpected step back.

... What's Mira saying? Why is the end of the story questionable? That would just make this place rough.

What is "the“? "? What do you mean" wah? "

"Yes, Lord Mira is. That's what I'm thinking."

"No! disrespectful! I don't even think about dust or dust!

"Well what. That could happen, too. But it's, whatever it is, it's also an overnight dream. This is where I pretend not to see..."

Refia, what are you talking about? You don't know what you're talking about anymore, do you?

... No, you can't. Don't go in here. What would happen if I stuck my neck in their throats?... absolutely die.

Ishur took a step further, retreating.

Quiet here, erase the signs and leave this place. It's best to get away.

"Ugh..."

So Ishur was grabbed on both shoulders from behind.

Looking back, I looked up and there was Sharka's lumpy face.

...... Sharka.

"Those who possess the treasures of my God"

Sharka opens her mouth heavily.

"I'd love for you to join Mira."

Hiya.

Hey, what are you talking about? This guy. No, I can't...

Rifia and Petra and Marya are fighting hard in front of Ishur. We speak violently.

The place is Count Avenis's residence, the deepest room upstairs. In the hallway in front of it.

……

When he felt his gaze and turned to his face, the Marido sisters lined up beside Ishur, looking at Ishur in alignment.

Liliana had put her hand on her mouth and pointed a teasing glance at Ishl, which seemed to be fun as she watched the petras arguing for a fling. "Well, oh dear. Mr. Ishur is going to be very hot" and so on.

Serious Ira, by contrast, looks at Ishl with a seemingly difficult face. Something like, "Do something about this training ground."

Though they knew that the Lord (or Petra) was one of the parties, the cause lay in Ishur, and it was Ishur who could offer this occasion, and they seemed unwilling to intervene on their own unless the situation on this occasion worsened.

... even if you look at me like that...

But it failed. I didn't think I was tired any more, and I hesitated to summon the Spirit for escort, vigilance. So I talked to Marya, Rifia, and Mira about the night escort, which was one reason for this doozy.

After killing Yuri Olura and taking away the magic equipment of gold, he joined Domil and a line of others near the village of Kefol, and then at Avenis, ahead of the Grand Duke's main army, Henrik and others.

Avenis was a small settlement along Wangdu Street, but there was the Count of Avenis residence of the same name, a remote part of the royal family, where a line of Henrik laid formations.

The Count's mansion was at once narrowed as the Ishurs joined there, and Domir and the other court magicians were in the same room with the other Grand Duke's magicians, Romir and the others were in military tents with the knights, and Ishur was to stay temporarily in the same room with Mira and Rifia.

If Ishur had summoned the Spirit too, he could have slept anywhere, whether it was a tent or a private house in the neighborhood, but since fatigue had accumulated in addition to his injuries and he was contemplating curbing his magic drain, Domill and others were to rest in a tightly guarded countess mansion at all costs around him.

Though in the same room as Rifia and Mira, there was no problem, as it was partitioned in conflict with Ishur's sleeping bed and Sharka, Mira's covenant spirit, would also spend the night in the same room.

It was there that Petra and Mary, or, to be precise, Petra, who had heard that Ishur would be in the room with the Rifias, had put in the sidelines.

The four girls incandescent the debate in front of the room in question. Needless to say, Petra and Marya tried to stop the compartment, and Mira and Lifia tried to push it off as it was.

"... we'll have Sharka monitor it properly, so that's okay"

"That said. Sharka and I are the spirits of covenant."

The girls' gaze is directed at Sharka. Before that there is Ishur.

... Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Ishur stiffened his body. Blood draws from my face.

... there's blood. I can clearly see the blood going down there......

……

But after a beat, they returned to their gaze without seeing any particular reaction. Isn't it the other way around now, Ishur himself didn't seem to be in the eye at the time.

... Oh, it was dangerous.... Helpful.

Well, apparently they are, not quite...

Ishur accidentally rang his throat. I could see a cold sweat flowing through my back.

"Sharka only hears my orders. Don't worry about it."

... No. If it's a contract spirit, it's obvious, isn't it? Besides, "only my orders" isn't the answer at all.

"Your Highness, there I am, too. Don't worry."

... Lifia, you too. You're the best, I don't trust you.

"Lord Lifia, let me be clear here, but I didn't trust you the most."

"Indeed."

... Look, look!

In return for Petra and Marya, Lifia will never stop thinking about it. I pulled my jaw and turned back.

"I have no choice. Let the guards stand here."

"I don't mind."

"Me too."

"Inside, not outside the room."

And, Marya takes over Petra's words. Petra doesn't deny it.

"Huh?"

"No, that's crazy. Whatever you want."

"Totally. The soldier on duty is pathetic.... with this"

"Please wait, Petra. Then we will be in trouble."

Refia gets a stunned face. If Marya and Petra are indeed right, Mira and Rifia will sleep in front of the man's guard standing.

"It's terrible. I have to let Salomon know."

"What? No, wait. Lord Mira. It's troubling."

Dude...... Are we gonna have a diplomatic problem with you setting up a guard or not?

You're already screwed.

I can't pack this anymore. I still have to say Gatsun.... Scary though.

More or less. What do these little girls have to make so much noise about not sleeping in the same room as me?

I'm not the kid you look like. There's nothing so gaggy about it.

What do we need to worry about?

Well, naturally, people around me treat me according to my appearance, my age, and that's how I behave. The effect of this flesh on the spirit is enormous, and I'm not sure how old my mental age is anymore, and it's vague.

But I'm one of the parties to this commotion, and I'm responsible. And to be honest, I'm tired, so I want to get some rest.

I'll tighten this place up. Originally, it was because I didn't like summoning spirits.

If the noise doesn't subside, you can try the first summons of the Golden Spirit, or let it be moved to a nearby private house.

"Lord Ishur..."

"Mr. Ishl......"

Ira and Lilina, who were lying on the side, speak to me in a small voice as they whisper.

Lilina calls Ishl by "sama" or "mr." and uses it separately on the spot.

The two of you must have found Ishur's face changed and tried to put this place away.

Ishur took a step into the circle of girls fighting their tongues.

"Oops."

I have Lifia's back right in front of me. Speak to everyone.

...... hmm?

At that time, I can feel people's signs behind the hallway and look back.

"Nina......"

Nina and Paola Pierca walk in.

"Petra."

Paola lined up beside her as she smiled at Ishur, breaking her knee towards Petra.

"Henrik told me to join the military. Come with me."

"Whoa."

Petra turned around.

Both Mira and Rifia shut their mouths.

The noisy second floor of the Count's mansion, the edge of the hallway suddenly quieted.

"Lord Pierca? Aye, okay. Coming right up."

Petra went on to say that she would look back at the rifias.

"I don't have a choice. Let's back off this time."

"Mmm..."

Marya nods at Petra's words.

"You're welcome."

and Mira.

"Mm-hmm. Time's up. I have no choice."

"I'll give up this evening. I shall believe in your Spirit."

Marya glanced at Sharka for a moment.

"Uh-huh."

Refia nods several times.

Let's go, Petra.

Paola speaks to Petra with an unreadable smile in her heart and leads the way.

……

... what the fuck. I was making such a fuss. What do you mean?

"Ishur, next time you're with your concubine, okay?

Huh? What is that? It's called "next".

Ishur, you can't play games with the two of us.

When Ishur tried to complain to Petra, he was followed by Marya, who stood in front of him.

He looks up at Ishl with his crushed eyes.

……

Ishur glanced at Mary all the time.

It's called "prank". What's a "prank"?

"Whoa....... hmm?

Nina touched Ishl's arm trying to complain again to Marya as she showed her little back and left.

"Mr. Ishl, shall we take care of the injury?

Nina's smile is gentle.

Nina seems to know exactly what happened earlier and how everyone feels about Ishr.

"Oh,... thanks, Nina"

Nina pulls Ishl into the room.

Then Mira and Lifia came in with a full grin.

Sharka also looks satisfied.

……

Ahhhhhh...... You look happy, you guys.

What the hell was that before?

Ishur sighed, dropping his disappointed shoulder.

A scene of frenzy left, and the book of the night came down to the Count's residence.

Inside and outside the mansion, there are continuing signs of people moving around. But that, too, hardly passes on to the rooms behind the sleeping mansions of the Ishurs.

Mira and Rifia sleep side by side in collision on Ishur's sleeping bed. In the corner of the room, Sharka sits in a chair, eyes closed and asleep, looking.

... Ishur's sleep. I hear breath......

Mira meditated her eyes and cleared her ears to Ishur's slight sleep.

Various waves stand in my mind, slowly, slowly spreading.

Ishur's rest is a joy to her.

... It's been a long time since I've slept beside Ishl.

Lifia was also clear in her ears at Ishur's breath.

She once remembered a few days when she was rescued by Ishur after the battle with the Red Emperor Ryu, to the village of Zora, on her way alone.

After that, Ishur kills my father, which leads to hard memories......

In the mountain ridge of Kusim Silver Mountain, where the Red Emperor Ryu left, Ishur preached on the reconstruction of the Border House and compensation for the bereaved family, telling Rifia to "feed on remorse and grief, move on".

It was an important memory that she could never forget.

The battle is not over yet.

Until Ishur's wishes come true, the road is still far.

But for the past night, let's just let this rest.

...... along with Ishl.

Mira and Rifia each thought to their chest and fell into their dreams.