Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

The Grand Duke's North Line dispatch detachment hurrying to the Balstal Castle Fortress Line, the land on the north side of the kingdom, entered the castle of Serverall, the main castle of the House of the Duke of Beervald, two days after sending out Avenis.

The platoon was stationed in the same castle for a full day, and in the city under the castle, in the same serval, it mainly went to procure food and cold equipment.

The detachment was originally further dispatched from an advance unit that Henrik pulled from the main unit in order to expedite to the Wang capital. The Knights were also elite, but the heavy carriages and towing horses were also filled with excellent things, but the food was never sufficient. I didn't even have the equipment I needed to dispatch to the cold.

Rusla Niesbard, military superintendent of the same detachment, decided to make its replenishment in the northern part of the king's capital, the largest city in the suburbs, the Serveral.

On his way to the King's Capital, Yuri Olura only launched a sporadic attack on Serverall Castle to intimidate him, leaving the city untouched and passing after he had seized supplies from some merchants.

As a result, when the Grand Duke's army unit entered the castle, the city had already begun to stand in all parts of the city.

Supplies are collected or purchased through local merchant and craftsman guilds, but if knights or sorcerers purchase personal belongings, they or their associates went to the nearest city and bought them directly.

Ishur asked Romir to buy his own consumables, dried meats and salt, oil paper and cloths, clothing, medicinal herbs, etc., and went alone to the quite ominous hall of names: "Between the Crowns" in the Serveral Castle.

The temple of the Serveral Castle was a palace, with halls of all sizes and sizes, and "between the crowns" was one of them. Did you once defy the royal family, or was its name given in the sense of the commandment, even after the sinner of the Duke's house? It was a word I didn't hear much about.

There is no Christianity in this world, and the "crown" does not necessarily mean distress. Nor should the Cathedral have any reason for its name. There is therefore no religious significance, and we should assume that there is something else in it, such as the story of your sinners being based on.

Occasionally walking along an unpopular corridor that just hastily went wrong with knights and civilians hit that "between crowns" for a while.

……

Ishur accidentally stopped at the entrance to that hall and looked up at the ceiling. The interior had a large hole in the ceiling at the northern end, with a well sunny blue sky in view. "Between the crowns" was very bright compared to the other rooms, thanks to the large hole in its ceiling where the outer light plunged in.

Immediately below the large hole in the ceiling was exposed some of the iron, possibly huge wedges.

After the Duke of Beervald led his troops out to Balstal, Yuri Olura headed to the king's capital to threaten the serveral castle guarded by a few castle soldiers, or attacked some of the castle gates and castle halls in the same castle with gold magic. Yuri's attacks were sporadic, and fortunately there were no casualties among the castle soldiers, less than the Duchess.

On the south half of that hall, which was safe, desks were now lined up, and four clerks accompanying the platoon were running their brushes. There should have been about two others, but they weren't here right now to see if they were turning to the buyers of food.

And besides the clerk, there was another young aristocratic man. He was Rusla Niesbald, the person who called Ishur "during the crown" and contingent troop supervisor.

"... I would like to make arrangements at... Sincerely"

Rusla said that much and borrowed a feather pen from the clerk across the street and signed the roll.

He had multiple, simultaneous oral and written letters to each side as he came and went before the desk of those four clerks.

... Oh my god, the one called Military Superintendent.

Ishur looked behind Rusla from the entrance and exit of the open hall of the door.

The letter he signed earlier was probably addressed to someone of the generals defending Antilla. Did you request to prepare for squad acceptance, or did you instruct Baltar to gather information or make adjustments?

When Rusla finished signing, she held the ringing bell in her hand that was on the edge of her desk.

That's where the two gaze at each other.

"Oh, Mr. Ischl. Thank you for your hard work.... this way please"

Rusla said, pointing to the chair placed opposite the room, opposite the desk where the clerks were seated.

"This is the brightest place in the room. I thought it would take a lot of writing."

When Ishur sat in the chair, Rusla also sat in the chair across the street.

"What about the collapse? Are you okay with the floor or something?

Due to the condition of wooden beams and stone walls, empty holes in the ceiling seem to be fine, but this hall is on the third floor and it is not clear how safe it is under the pierced floor of a huge iron wedge. Even sensing by wind magic doesn't know much about how strong the destroyed structures under the floor retain.

I offered the Acting Duchess of the Castle, who gained my knowledge at breakfast, the removal of the iron mass pierced by Yuri Olura, but was thankfully but firmly solidified by the fact that, although the collapse of the building has now stopped, I do not know what would happen if I were forced to pull through the iron mass and the damage could spread.

The iron wedge produced by Yuri is not a huge or special material. I guess it's a temperament to have other golden wizards deform, separate, scaffold together in the meantime and gradually repair it.

"If you don't get close, you'll be fine. This side of the hall is also firmly underneath the floor. Neither the exterior walls of the lower floors nor the partition walls were noticeably damaged."

"I see, is that right"

... Yuri just pierced a huge chunk of iron and apparently did nothing more.

And it's not just bright. Rusla's bird spirits, that giant octopus, seem easy to get in and out, too.

Ishur looked up at the big hole in the ceiling at the end of Rusla's gaze.

If you're a spirit that hasn't materialized like Sharka, you're free to go in and out of the Chamber otherwise, but if you're going to let him have multiple letters, yeah, it'd be more convenient to have a hole to go out directly.

"I'm sorry I'm busy, but I need to talk to you first. I came early."

"Yes, no..."

Rusla glanced at both eyes in an instant and had looked at Ishur.

It would be because there was a little bit of a mix of things in Ishur's tone that he couldn't hear. That's the usual tone of my previous life, like I was talking about at work, for example.

Would it be a clerk's squire behind Rusla, who sat across the street, when one of the boys came in and left with a bunch of rolls of paper? He will be the one who just rang the bell.

"So, what I want to talk about..."

Rusla has said it in a whisper.

Approximately half an hour later, Petra will probably come to this "between the crowns" with Mary.

Those who were the lords of the platoon after dinner today, Lusla to Petra and Marya, Ranal Brad, commander of the platoon knights, plus Nina, Paola Pierca and Mira to Rifia, are also to be added to the military council.

Rusla asked Ishur to talk to Petra before she did.

... Henrik told me to get Petra to think about Baltar's recapture. Naturally, he should be telling Rusla the same thing.

Rusla's thoughts would mean listening in advance to General Petra and my thoughts, which are the essentials of Balstal's siege.

Meetings about the forthcoming march will be the main part of the evening's military conference, to the extent that the general policy regarding Baltar's recapture will be confirmed. Either detailed manoeuvres of the offensive can be put in place without checking the situation upon arrival on the ground.

But as for Rusla, I'm sure you'd rather know Petra's intentions than mine. If Balstal is to be dropped by a tactic, we must strike him right now. You must contact the general of Antilla on your side and, if Baltar is sneaking a detective, give them instructions as to who to make contact with on the enemy's side.

Rusla already knows more or less what I'm going to do with Balstal when I negotiate with Drazen.

I told Count Drazen then, "I'm not like Yuri Olura, I'll do it in a wiser way".

... but.

A man still like a boy sitting in front of him is a considerable schemer.

Even after I convinced the Count of Yuri Olura's death that morning, this man wouldn't let me leave the room. He left me there afterwards in anticipation of the Balstal offensive coming up in the trading stage after that, and then he expected me to say something.

Rusla already knew he would be the military supervisor of the Northern Line dispatch unit. You must have wanted to know my thoughts on how to cook Baltar's enemy army for him, more than anyone else at that point, more than General Petra.

In other words, in that morning's deal with Count Drazen, the man in front of him would have been after two birds from the edge, one stone at a time, for a good price.

Not only did he round up Drazen with me as one of the pawns, but Rusla was able to know ahead of time what I thought of the North Line...

Ishur smiled lightly and looked at Rusla's face.

"It's not about Balstal. It's about the reconstruction of Wang Du. The Grand Duke told you, didn't he?

... If you tell this man, after that brilliant brain, you will receive a fuller reconstruction proposal with Henrik?

If you've used me well, let me use you too.

Henrik's telling Rusla to talk may also have been in consideration of the area.

"Just explain, I want to finish. We need to focus on Baltar."

"Oh, I see. Henrik told me about it."

Rusla says, "Now explain, please," and bows her head. Ishur turned his gaze toward the clerk.

"Let the clerk write down what I'm talking about now. Later you can read through your eyes and give it to the Grand Duke."

Ishur grinned as he said so.

You can fix it later if you like.... Did I pass it on?

"Shall we now begin with the story of refugee protection burned out in the King's capital?"

When Rusla spoke to the clerk, Ishur told the same story he told Henrik the other day regarding the protection and reconstruction of the inhabitants of the King's capital.

For example, with regard to purpose-specific loans for residents of Wang Capital, "We will also make each guild and merchant invest mainly in the royal family, and we will finance the new guild of half the public sector only at low interest rates to residents who will build new homes, shops, workshops, etc. Issue reconstruction bonds to other financial resources, including the restoration of the royal castle," he explained.

"... Reconstruction bonds can also be sold outside the country. How about the Merchants of the Mediterranean? There's a precedent for balm bonds."

"Hehe,... I see. But interest rates can be problematic."

That's right. Setting interest rates will determine everything. How much do you judge bonds, can they be redeemed properly?

"I have two things in mind first with regard to interest rates and redemption of bonds. The first is increased tax revenues from the economic boom."

Ishur raised his index finger and shook left and right, continuing with the explanation.

"Naturally, if the architecture of dwellings, shops and workshops explodes in the Wang capital, people, objects and gold will be gathered from within and outside the kingdom. Wealth calls for wealth. If Wang Du is busy, the economy will be even better. Royal tax revenues will also increase"

In addition to headcount and land taxes and sales taxes, Wang Capital also imposes registration taxes (levies on permits) on guilds. Customs duties also exist on some imports from other countries and territories. Naturally, if tax revenues increase, the royal vault will be moist.

"The just upward economy will one day come to an end when the reconstruction of the Wang capital is completed. At that time, the city's merchants and royal officials reacted hypersensitively, threatening to make the economy worse at once. I mean, there could be a big shake back like a year of inaction. We have to deal with them well. From now on, not only should currency circulation and taxation be adjusted, but the royal family should intervene more actively through guilds and so on, as well as prices and economic measures. More effective announcements should be made to merchants and residents."

"I see...... So, what exactly is a proclamation?

Rusla's face and voice become a little feverish and more serious.

"Remove taxes such as tax cuts on the middle class of the Wang capital and aid to the poor and bankrupt, tariffs on certain products, systematic reproduction by the royal family, etc…"

Ishur explained the general measures taken in the bubble collapse and economic floating.

In the previous life, university majors and jobs were fields of difference, and economic relations are amateurs, but all have been done in the past in the world, and that was enough if we showed common sense.

A royal official would naturally implement quite a few measures. Adjustments to currency circulation and tax breaks have long been made. It's just that this world, the continent, still has little or no concepts of demand and supply, that is, perception of markets, reproductive interests, utilities, etc.

Rusla put his arms around his chest and took a heavy sigh unsuitable for his age when he heard Ishur's claim that the royal family should direct his reproductive interests in the kingdom.

Rusla then turned to the clerk and asked the oldest thirty glance man, "Did you write it all down?" The man asked nodded nervously and told Ishl, "The letter on the" Reproductive Interests "note fits, or look me through later".

... before Rusla, I was supposed to look first.

Ishur floated an ironic self-derision in his heart.

Let's change the subject. Let's move on. Rusla would also be more interested in the second point of how easy it is to redeem.

"That's what you talked about. The second is bond redemption."

Ishur took a good look at Rusla's face and smiled and showed it.

"How's Alsar moving? You haven't sent reinforcements yet?"

……

Rusla rounded her eyes and looked like she was stuck in a fox.

Why is there talk of the Grand Duchy of Alsar out here? He looks like that.

"After all, you didn't make it to the King's army."

When Ishur said with a louder grin, Rusla looked sideways slightly at the clerk and looked at her face all the way. And I whispered.

"This morning, a bearded man reported that an envoy from Alsar to Master Henrik had crossed the border yesterday. I thought we were on our way to the king's capital by now."

"You had a day. Is Grand Duke Alsar no good or incompetent?"

... they waited for the newspaper to clear the flag as I beat Yuri Olura.

Surely from them, you wouldn't want to fight decently with someone with a gold magic fixture who dropped Balstal in two days. If I lose, the fate of the Kingdom of Ladis may be wind front lights and my country's turn next. I don't even know if I've decided to be opportunistic.

But the Kingdom of Ladis is an allied nation to them. It is too first and foremost that no reinforcements were sent to the crisis in that alliance.

They would have collected quite a bit of my information, but they ended up misjudging me.

Even if we had anticipated Yuri's victory, we should have hastened our reinforcements to the kingdom by insuring it and sparing our soldiers, splitting it between a thousand and two thousand abandoned pawns.

"That Alsar messenger, you're going to drive him back, right? Don't let the other soldier in."

As Ishur went on to say, Rusla raised her mouth angle slightly and her eyes glowed.

"That depends on what you think Henrik...... But let's get the horses out of here early."

... Did you already think of what I was thinking?

Ishur also let a disturbing light dwell in his eyes.

Well, this suggestion is half a joke, it's a story that has other uses...

"Reconstruction bonds may be sold not only to merchants outside the country, but also to lords"

Actually, that's hard, no, it could be impossible.

"... for example with Archduke Alsar"

Ishur said with a mean grin.

"It's a very low interest rate, it's a very long maturity set, and they buy it in bulk."

The opponent is an ally that cannot be reckoned with unfaithfully. You just have to be as strong as you want here and give it momentum to pay off all the damage the kingdom has suffered.

"Hehe. But I don't know if Alsar would approve of it."

Rusla has a look like she enjoys a conversation with Ishur, even though she lives in an unafraid light behind her eyes.

… Indeed, the Grand Duchy of Alsar has served the Kingdom for many years in its defense against the Holy King.

The country itself is bigger in the Kingdom of Ladis, and we will be able to negotiate diplomatically and advantageously in this matter, but we are not actually able to do anything as this one thinks. The Grand Duchy of Alsar was originally not in that weak position.

"How old were the two orphans of the deceased Hon. Demetrio and the princess above now?

Ishur has also come up with a rare topic here.

"Princess Matrica,...?

For a moment Rusla turned suspicious and went on to say, "Sure, it's eighteen or nine".

"What about an engagement or something?

"Yes, there was a conversation going on with that Grand Duke of Alsar... Ah."

Rusla said so much and screamed so small that she had a flashing face.

"Yeah, let's make that story a rebellion. Instead, he will examine the marriage of Prince Luffraid of the Holy King or one of the five public houses to Princess Matrica."

Although not as decisive as the Grand Duchy of Alsar, the Kingdom of Ladis is at first in a hostile, tense relationship with the Holy Kingdom of Orst.

But now both the Kingdom of Ladis and the United Kingdom have been invaded, and the Holy King has lost the shadow work of many demon conductors and Tsim Crystal Cathedrals due to the great coup d 'état, and the restructuring of the forces of war is in a hurry.

It is not an unlikely story that the Kingdom of Ladis moves instead to repair relations with the Holy Kingdom of Orst to the country that has responded here to intact Alsar equal to betrayal.

What would Grand Duke Alsar think if the Kingdom of Ladis moved that way? Pretty upset, no. Doesn't it cause panic?

The kingdom of Ladis and the Holy King may join hands to attack the untruthful Arthur...

How much is the fear of the Grand Duke of Alsar?

"Only fu (...) ri (...) can diagnose Princess Matrica's marriage. Just fu (...) ri (...)"

To Rusla, who is still grumpy, Ishur said in a bad way.

"Master Henrik is angry and drives back Alsar's messenger. Then all you have to do is spread rumors about your breaking with the princess to the Grand Duchy. The Grand Duke will rush to surprise you and buy as many bonds as you want.... No, that's not all"

Ishur was even worse and distorted his lips.

... This story is actually the real deal.

"We need to get rid of the tariffs that Alsar has on his trade with the Mediterranean countries."

Transactions between the Kingdom of Ladis and the Mediterranean group of urban states are geographically carried out between the Grand Duchy of Alsar. One is not at that high a rate because of its allies, but the Grand Duchy naturally imposes tariffs there.

"Phew."

Rusla looked bad too and smiled.

"That's funny. Whatever the bonds are, I don't even wish there would be no more tariffs on my dealings with the Mediterranean, Lord Ishur"

"Right? Pfft."

"Ha-ha-ha."

… so the royal family, how moisturizing the merchants of the kingdom will be.

Still young, the two men who leave the boy's face dark in color were low and laughed with a creepy voice.

"Sounds kind of fun, both of you."

"Mischievous face..."

To Petra, Marya groans.

Petra came with Marya as Ishur and Rusla laughed in a low voice.

When Thelma, the escort, lowered, Rusla also left the clerk's office.

"Your Highness, thank you for taking the time..."

Rusla immediately kneels before Petra and begins to state her painful tongue. Because this time he will be in the form of a call for the Grand Duke and his daughter, he is even more responsive than usual.

"No good, no painful greetings."

Petra waved one hand and let Rusla take her seat, taking her own empty chair and sitting in a position facing each other. Marya does the same and sits next to her.

"Did the two of you even consult in any bad ways?... I don't know."

Petra looked around at Ishur and Rusla's face and said:

... Whatever.

"And put your concubine in front of you, Ishr's outfit..."

Ishur did not take any attitude that Petra might have appeared, put his legs together, put his elbow on the small desk that was between him and Rusla, and put his jaw on it and let the earlier bad grin go up its face.

"But Ishur's outfit is unique. Some things are wild, but others feel very sophisticated."

Mary glanced around at Ishul from toe to toe.

"Really?

... Marya. What you're looking at is typical of the modern people of previous life. I know it's rude to put your legs together in front of someone in front of you.

"Speaking of which, Lord Ishur's tricks and mouthfeel are unique, aren't they? I also feel a little like the behavior of a young, smart urban aristocrat serving the Royal Palace."

"Oh, those busty people"

"Hehe. Ishl's the urban nobleman?

"What? Is there something you want to say to me, too? You're not behaving well with them right now, are you?

"I don't care."

"I don't care about my concubine."

……

... you two are simply advising me that that attitude creates a misunderstanding when someone else's eyes are there.

"Mr. Rusla, shall we begin?"

Ishur called out to Rusla when he woke up his upper body, which was open to the small desk, as he was holding his legs together.

"Oh ho."

Rusla went on to say that she would cough up on the side.

"Well......, let's get started. This time, none other than Petra and Lord Marya came all the way here. to the two of you and Lord Ishur before the military conference that takes place after supper."

So Rusla has also turned her gaze to Ishur.

"I'd like to know in advance what you think about the attack on the North Line Castle Fortress."

"You heard what I was thinking before, didn't you?

Ishur smiled lightly and looked sideways at Rusla.

"Yes, no. That's right..."

When Rusla looked up at him in confusion and defiance, Ishur did nothing more like pursuing him, and turned his gaze to Petra. Ishur decided to take the lead and talk to Petra.

"Did Petra think about it properly? You're the general. Just leave it to me or Mr. Rusla, if I use the great magic of wind and gold, that'll do it, what a mess you didn't bring?

"No..."

Petra becomes a serious face and stares at Ishl.

"Here's one thing I want to tell you."

Ishur turned his gaze from Petra to Marya and to Rusla and said:

"I'm not serving the royal family. I do not intend to serve in the future. This time it's about the village of Bersch, and I thought you were in trouble, so I helped you. I don't know if I can help for the royal family anytime, anywhere in the future, or for the kingdom. I have things to do ahead of me. You can't stay in the kingdom forever. And I'm not gonna live forever."

"It's... I know"

"I will repay Ishur, too."

Petra and Marya have turned their serious eyes to Ishl like they came up with.

"Ugh,... no"

Ishr wandered over to the sword screen, which he hadn't made two predictions, and let his face stretch.

This...

You mean the liver is kind of sitting......

"I wouldn't do anything to pull Ishur's leg. Don't worry."

"My concubine too!

……

... hey, what?

It's kind of like the story isn't meshing...... Looks like he's going in a crazy direction......

Something for you two to hit on me. This...

Unexpectedly my throat rings.

Ishur made his face harder and harder.

"Oh ho."

Now Ishur coughed up.

"... then Petra. Let me know your opinion in advance."

Ishur said, taking care of his clear face.

This is not good. Deep entry is dangerous......

Pull back the story forcefully.

When Petra glanced at Ishur again, she said with an equally clear face.

"Um, I guess so"

Apparently, Petra will fit in with my change of subject.

"... concubines have no idea what to do with the North Line"

Its clear face soon becomes something serious again.

"The concubine will not kill all the soldiers of the United Kingdom."

Petra's blue eyes are beautiful and dazzling.

"Both Marya's brother and my uncle died. But the soldiers gathered by the lords of the enemies would originally be farmers. It's pathetic to kill them all."

"... ho"

Ishur tried to peek into the back of his eyes and stared at Petra.

"That's great"

Ishur let Petra snort loudly.

Merciful things shall be the best beauty of the king.

"... um"

Petra also nods back loudly, feeling better about Ishl's reaction.

"So? What do we do?

"Ugh."

Petra stuffed the words in Ishl's continuing question with a face like a pigeon had eaten a bean cannon.

"That's... that's not a ruse. Because Ishur took Yuri Olura."

"Now that we've lost the General with the Golden Magic Fixture, the United Kingdom Army, the stopover belt of the Hordes, will quickly disintegrate," she continued.

Originally they were fighting each other. They were just lying down in front of Yuri Olura's overwhelming magic, the power that transcended their intelligence. If the Yuri person dies, there is no need to follow that fear frighteningly anymore.

"Hmm."

Ishur gave Rusla a glance when he smiled slightly.

"Have you passed on Yuri Olura's death in battle to the enemy yet?

"Yeah. I thought it was time."

Some of them, apart from Drazen and others, must have survived his United Kingdom military platoon. Naturally, they will desperately flee to Balstal.

Besides...

"Have you already passed it on to Antilla's side?

"I think that's tonight or tomorrow or so"

"I see."

Marya nods in a small voice.

"Hmm. If you pass it on to Antilla, will you soon be felt by the enemies of the northern line as well"

Petra squeaks with her fingertips on her jaw.

That's what I'm talking about.

It will be faster there than the survival of the enemy platoon can reach Balstal.

Behind the castle blocks on the north line, on the eastern flat, lies the main impulse of the Ladis kingdom, the fortified city of Antilla. There will also be enemy snitches in there, and spirits on the enemy's side will be noticed by the demon conductors and spirits on their side, watching close to the edge.

If Yuri Olura's loss passes to Antilla, the city will boil joyfully up and down, and that will soon be seen in reconnaissance from afar.

"That's how the enemy generals of Baltar move."

Ishur tilted his neck to the side a little and looked at Petra's face.

"Indeed, as Petra put it, those whose enemy forces decompose in the air and leave their own formation at will and return home may even start skirmishing on the spot. You don't have to bother adjusting. But it's not going to work, and on the contrary, I don't think it could work at all."

Ishur turned his face to Rusla again there.

"If the enemy came down the mountain and attacked Antilla with all his might, how long would it take?

The enemy forces caged in Baltar are estimated here to be 50,000, although there are a significant number of reserves on the western side of the mountain range, which the enemy calls 100,000. Aren't the allies caged in Antilla now that the ranks of the Horsemen are also overtaken and swelled up to about 30,000?

"Right. As the enemy soldiers are actually close to 100,000, … I can't say for sure, but I think they can hold up well enough until we reach Antilla"

...... Hmm. The smart one.

Rusla perceived what Ishur was thinking, skipping explanations along the way and answering only the results.

It is Rusla's view that this North Line dispatch unit led by Petra arrives in Antilla five to six days later, and if the enemy forces have a total of 100,000 troops, such as attacking Antilla at about 80,000, it cannot be dropped very much in five to six days.

Of course, his discernment is only indicative, because it involves mutual tactics, deviant warfare differences, and battlefield specific uncertainties...

"Instead of retreating once they learn of Yuri's defeat, the United Kingdom forces may make a leap and attack Antilla with all their might"

……

Yeah? Marya nodded silently and small at Petra, who looked

"The western side of Brectas is remote. I don't know exactly what kind of people the enemy army is. But now it's a great opportunity for them to invade the kingdom they haven't visited in two hundred years. If we drop Antilla before we arrive, we can expand the front once and for all. If I were the enemy general, I might do it."

... 50,000 or 100,000. Divide the army into several teams to attack the castles in the central part of the kingdom. I don't think about supply lines. It's even a repeat of looting on the ground. The front expands, complicates, and the Royal Army is not the only one, the sword of Yveda from the enemy, that is, I - too - will fight a war and eventually there will be a time when I will be tired of running for my life. Or focus on a magician in a castle somewhere, arranging and trapping magic pieces of the enchanted and unknown spiritual gods.

If I die there, reckless supposedly enemy operations will do their part, and the United Kingdom forces will gain a firm foothold in the north-west of the Kingdom of Ladis. There will no longer be any power left in the Kingdom of Ladis to recapture Antilla or Balstal. A rear contact line for the enemy has been established and the Kingdom of Radice will no longer have any prospect of turning the fighting force around......

Ishur said that much and looked around together.

"All the generals of the enemy will come up with all this. Their defeat has not yet been decided. They didn't lose their fighters. The eye of a one-shot reversal is left. The death of General Yuri Olura does not necessarily make it easy for the United Kingdom army to disintegrate"

"But it's okay. Ishr can't be killed like that."

"Oh, yeah."

When Marya did or said it with her face, Petra nodded yeah.

... I don't have a body or lid when they say that...

Rusla is smiling bitterly next to Ishur.

"Well, it would actually be effective to adjust to the enemy. But I don't know if that's going to be a decision. The point is, don't make sweet prospects."

"Hmm. Let's remember what Ishur said."

Petra said with a clear face.

……

Ishur looked around the room as he sighed small.

The north side of the destroyed hall has no shadow to see, but the interior decoration on the south side is covered by a parquet with glossy floors, surrounding walls with calm deep red tea painted walls, raised and down brown wooden engraved edges and gray ceilings with geometric sculptures formed.

And Ishur put his gaze back on Petra's face.

... during the crown, huh?

What I wanted to say was...

"Even I was preparing for an adjustment."

Rusla has spoken to Ishur.

"Yes."

Many letters written by the clerk until earlier. They would have reported to Henrik, informed Antilla, contacted him, and instructed him to adjust.

Rusla has already arranged for an adjustment. Of course, Petra isn't thinking wrong.

"What does Ishur want to do? the North Line."

Marya asked.

"Rifia told Ishul not to kill all his enemies."

"Oh."

Marya seems to have the same idea as Rifia.

"Neither does Lord Ishur seem willing to use his power like Yuri Olura"

Rusla interrupted from the side.

Turning his doubts to Petra and Marya, Rusla informed him that he had remarked the other day that he would not "do as Yuri Olura did" when Ishur was present at the interrogation of the enemy general, Kurtle Drasen, captured at the Royal Castle.

"But I'm not thinking about a plot or anything that would destroy an enemy army and win without fighting."

Ishur looked around at the three faces he faced.

"We need to show the people of the United Kingdom that if they get their hands on the kingdom, it will be painful for their eyes."

Ishur grinned lightly, slightly blinking her eyes.

"I told Drazen that I wanted to do things in a wiser way than Yuri, but I didn't mean that I wanted to do it in peace without any damage to my enemy allies. For example, we have to make the enemy think he doesn't want to be involved in the North Line for another 200 years. We've got to stick with the fear."

"It's..."

Marya's little voice.

"But I will not kill all enemy soldiers. What I fear is that the destruction of the enemy forces will cost the lives of many farmers, or inhabitants, Petra says. The enemy is right, if we include heavy and rear strategic spares, that number could reach as much as 100,000. Killing them all would have a variety of negative effects, not only on agricultural production, throughout the United Kingdom. Countries' economies may stagnate and also cause social anxiety. That seems convenient for the Kingdom of Ladis at first glance, but the economic deterioration of the United Kingdom will spill over into an urban state in the Mediterranean, which will eventually also affect the Kingdom. The countries of the continent are all connected in trade."

What is the population of the entire United Kingdom? Even the approximate numbers don't make any sense, but assuming it's five million, it's a loss of two percent at 100,000. It doesn't seem like a big number, but it would be a number that you can't ignore if that's the guy in adolescence, the layer responsible for the core of productivity.

A decisive defeat to it, a defeat in a war of great magnitude, will result in an outbreak of plague and a deterioration in security after the fact, further exacerbating the productivity of the countries.

The plague will eventually cross the Brectas mountain mass and spread to the kingdom as well.

"So what I'm thinking is the North Line offense is mediocre. To put it badly, it would mean mediocre, halfway. Deal moderate damage to enemy forces, just show off the power of God's magic fixtures. Retreat them as soon as possible on top of that. Hopefully, we'll be getting ready to build the castle before the snowfall gets real."

So Ishur looked sideways at Rusla and said in a low voice.

"I'd like you to tell the Grand Duke this, too. When I'm done, I'll go back to King's Landing. Isn't that one thinking about letting me stick it on Balstal for a long time? I have business too. That's absolutely no."

Ishur's mouth angle is raised.

... It would take at least a few years, five or ten years if the fortification line were to be completed. For so long, not very much, but we can't hang out.

"Ha ha"

Rusla laughed powerlessly, letting her face pull.

... Henrik. I thought you were going to keep me on the North Line for a long time.

Or was it just this guy's idea yet?

But I've never seen Rusla's blatantly anxious face before.

"If you can't keep it, I'll turn to the enemy."

Ishur stabbed Rusla, who was not upset, and turned to Petra and said:

"Can you tell your father?" That's when we'll really be enemies. "

"Wow, okay."

Petra also wolfed and snorted over and over again.

... pathetic but this is never, ever conceivable.

Ishul has business in the King's Landing.

and there Marya.

"Oh, yeah"

... Hmm. What Marya is talking about is one of the Royal Palace libraries, the Jeremiah's Library.

"Oh, yeah. Let me tell you that my concubine is tough on my father. Don't use Ishr for convenience."

"Oh, wow."

Petra suddenly had a sharp eye and stared at Ishur.

What? See you later. Just now......

"The concubine is not one on the matter either. I'll spare your cooperation."

Hmm. What Petra said was last night, with Uluomira.

We also need to find out and think about the immortality of Malefioa, but now it's what we do with Balstal's enemies anyway.

"Let's ask Father about the library, too. It's what my concubine asked for."

Oh, Lusla, who saw Petra with his face, turned his gaze like Marya would hold him down.

……

Rusla immediately guessed and pretended to be silent, indifferent.

"I'll talk to your father directly about browsing the library. It's okay."

The Royal Library is not the only Jeremiah's Library, it also has a department that serves as the National History Codification Office. There will also be clerks and professional clerks. There will be some special gestures, practices, and it won't be an easy story to talk about.

Besides, when Henrik was in Wang Capital, he said he used to hold it in his library (from the literature in the Royal Library, it was Henrik who found the description about the Red Emperor Dragon and the Magic Fixture of Fire), and it would be nice to talk to him directly. I intend to hope that the permission to view the Royal Library will serve as a reward for helping the kingdom in its crisis, but then again, something might come to rush with him.

"Really?"

"Right. It might be a good idea for Ishr to wish directly."

"Yeah."

Marya knows very well. He's a brilliant guy for all sorts of people and things.

"I'm talking about Lord Ishur just now..."

So Rusla broke in.

"Oh, I'm sorry. That's the story."

"No. By the way, does Lord Ishur have any specific measures in place regarding the seizure of the northern line just now?

Rusla has asked me if I have any specific operational proposals for the policy of the North Line offensive that I have just spoken about.

"Let's take a look at the situation on the ground."

Ishur told Rusla the same thing he told Rifia and Mira, as he did.

... I have a few thoughts. If you mean mediocre, the operation should also be carried out in a positive manner. On my side, I mean, I have the ability to fight grandiose with a "positive attack" method. Powerful.

"So when are we likely to receive information from Count Drazen"

Has the Count's interrogation begun yet? Even the information we get from him needs to be hurried when it comes to the enemy's placement.

"Who's hitting the interrogation?

"I really want Trash to do just the important part, because he's busy..."

So Rusla dropped her voice and said:

"The" bearded ”little heads are hitting it. I think we can get information on enemy formations, especially the Grand Duchy of Olura, before we get to Angela."

... bearded head, huh? I guess I'm better at interrogation, torture than I am at interrogation.

"But I know the position of the ranks more or less. Some are pushing their own flags into the line."

……

Ishur nodded silently.

If it's not a ruse or something odd, you don't actually have to look into the placement of the enemy so much. The Horsemen pressed the military flag, and the famous knights often wore feathers on their helmets or weaved flashy cloaks to show their martial authority, and the approximate placement of the generals' armies in any battle (wastage) is immediately apparent.

"The question is what's happening on the western side of the mountain. How many soldiers are you hiding..."

and Marya.

They will naturally also know that they have captured the Grand Duchy warlord, Drazen, and that a deal has been made with him in the royal family.

"Well, Ishur said," Preliminary strategy. "

Petra looks at Ishr's face in a grip.

"That's... I'll look into it when I get there"

Ishur said with a grumpy face to Petra.

The reconnaissance on the western side of the northern line, the rear disturbance, is something I've been thinking about, even if it's not pointed out to Marya or Petra.

"... hmm, hmm. Now I understand very well the thoughts of Lord Petra and Lord Ishur. Nor do I differ. I'll explain the general policy to you in the evening military conference."

Rusla nodded several times, telling him to put this place together.

"Between the crowns..."

Ishur, after the hall with Petra and Mary, looked back and then lowered his gaze to Petra, who walked beside him, and said:

"What?

Petra has turned her face up and looked up at Ishl.

The Ishurs walk down the corridor of the palace towards the east side with the stairs.

"You are gentle. One day you'll be a benevolent king."

Ishur turned away his gaze from Petra and turned forward. The ceiling of the corridor is in the form of a loosely curved dome, which is quite high despite the third floor.

"That's great. But don't just be gentle. Sometimes tough, you can't continue to be king unless you're strong"

... What is it? I can't live without being firm, if I can't be gentle... is it a little different? You're a girl.

But in any case, wearing the crown means...

"Wearing a crown is exactly the same as wearing a crown."

Between the crowns, is that what you mean?

It is the palace of the House of the Duke of Beervald, which is deeply connected to the royal family, which is why there is a room with that name.

"What isle. Say something like your father."

……

I don't like that. Well, I guess that's what Henrik meant when he said, "Tap Petra".

"You know better than to wear a crown."

Petra has stared at Ishur in a hurry.

... I see. Right. That's what she was born into. I was born a farmer, not like me.

Not like me, who was Japanese in my previous life.

……

When I glanced sideways, Marya was looking at me with strange colors.

On the north side, there is a red stained river.

Below you can see the city of Serverall, from where the streets of the military capital do not stretch as far north as the city of Robnel along the Antel River.

Full of vision is red at sunset, bright and shining, and sunken again in darkness.

The cities of Serverall and Robnell, where the Duke resides, are not so far apart. Half an hour on foot, about seven miles long (scar, about 4 km).

Robnell is a major impulse between military metropolitan streets and the Antel River, the same Duke of Beervald territory as the Serveral.

Ishur broke up with Petra and went back to his room and climbed straight out the window onto the roof of the castle.

Serverall Castle is also the residence, or palace, of the Marquis House, the castle building that hits the heavenly guard of the castle. The castle was built on a hilltop in front of it, with ridges stretched east from the North Brektas Mountains eventually turning into hills and disappearing into flats.

A military metropolitan street runs in the eastern plains, surrounded by a city of serverals.

Ishur stood on a slate roof and narrowed his eyes to the brilliance of the Antel River, which reflected the sunset red.

The city of Robnell, which spreads as a dark shadow in front of it, stretches from one corner to the top of the river, with a black mass of dimensions rolling up to the opposite shore.

... The black lump would be the one with the iron lump that sank in the river sticking out on top.

An iron bridge built by Yuri Olura on his way to the king's capital, with the magic of gold. He must have destroyed the bridge himself after the army had finished crossing it and hurried ahead.

Troops of allies led by Petra will cross the river tomorrow morning from the same position that follows the streets. Tomorrow I will give Yuri the bridge and march north in the opposite direction.

Ishur looked away from the Antel River and blurred over the eastern sky, which began to stain blue.

The wind across the castle is cold.

……

Exhale hard and call the Spirit of the Wind.

And thou shalt give me the Spirit of the Wind, O Yveda, if thou wilt, and shew it in this long world.

I put the spell on the wind.

A flash of light runs on a blue blue blue that spreads far and away for a moment.

On one side there, countless particles of light blinked, and eventually gathered more together to tie the statue to the doll (one strand).

"By the summons of the sword of the wind, Northehild Alarbetild, ascended"

The statue of the translucent shining doll spoke heavily of her mouth as she knelt in the air towards Ishur.

"Hild?"

... its name sounds familiar. Sure......

The Spirit of the Wind whom Ishur called was a woman swordsman who had cemented herself in armor. I have long hair tied back.

"Sword Palace, how are you?

The Spirit of the Female Swordsman calls out.

... right, it's Dillhild. In the back of the mountain of Krembel, when he tricked Emilia and the others into fighting the Dragon of the Earth, the spirit of the one-handed sword woman swordsman he was summoning... Much like her.

But the spirits in front of me have ponytail hair, and I have a long sword on my right hip...

"You look like Dillhild. And his name."

"Mm-hmm. Dillhild is my sister's name. I wonder if the Sword Palace has called my sister before."

"Oh. I see. Are you Dillhild's sister?"

... but the hard talking tone is just like my sister's.

"That's right. Nice to meet you, Sword Palace"

"Yeah, nice to meet you. Uh, Norte Hild."

Ishur said with a slightly stiff grin.

"Are you left-handed?"

"For once. I can also use the right...... because it's easier to do it on the left if it's one-on-one"

"I see."

Surely a left-handed swordsman would be hard to do.

But it's really rare. You can't be left-handed, can you? Mostly when learning the sword, it will be corrected by right-handers or something. And if you're left-handed, you dare hide it for an ambush?... Is that what the Spirit doesn't care about?

And I didn't know Dillhild had a sister. If you have more power than she has, whether you're left-handed or not, there's nothing wrong with that. It's not about this one.

It's not the type to wave a major move, or as long range as a yoranche. Do you feel like you said a versatile type that is not brain-shaped like a crow, but is agile and resistant to combat itself?

It's an easy type to use on the battlefield.

Ishur asked Norte Hild to guard himself as usual, as well as the perimeter inside and outside the castle.

"─ So do me a favor. Norte Hild."

"I understand."

The female swordsman's gaze is pointed behind Ishl's back.

"Oh, again, you've summoned a wonderful spirit, Ishr."

I heard Mira in the back.

"Oh."

Ishur doesn't look back, he just shakes his head hard.

Signs of Mira and Sharka coming up on the roof had already been felt.

……

As Ishur nodded small to Norte Hild, she instantly disappeared with a slight brilliance of light.

... Fast. Quite a cut.

Disappear, that's all I know how fast I am.

"The Golden Spirit wasn't summoned, was it?"

"Oh. For once, I'm going to teach you a formal summons spell from Mira."

"Hehe."

I look back and take Mira's hand as she approaches me.

Sharka exhaled small behind her back. I guess I was nervous about Norte Hild.

"Besides, the Spirit of the Wind has a wider sensing range. Suitable for alert, reconnaissance"

"That's right."

Mira's face, shadowed by the sunset, looks unusual and neat.

A smile on that face scorches the heart of Ishur into a red color.

I accidentally turned away from the evening sky.

……

The sky was red, and Ishur closed his mouth and blurred his neck.

"What's wrong? Ishur."

Mira's face approaches.

Sharka is either careful or disappearing. There is no one else in the wide sky.

The mountains of Butektas, shadowed and soaring to the west, and the red-dyed earth to the east. The view of the desert extends around the two of us.

Mira's curly hair shakes in the wind.

Damn, it's too tight...

"No.... then, can you tell me"

Ishur told me to gasp.

"When it comes to battle, I want to summon the Golden Spirit too"

But to a word that followed out of his mouth, now Mira revealed her confusion.

"It's..."

"God's magic equipment can be used simultaneously. Can be used in parallel independently of each other. Other systems What can I use on top of each other? So the Spirit can also use each lineage at the same time"

Of course, the summons has to be carried out individually, but the Spirit of Wind and Gold can be put into service, one at a time.

The magical overlay is also actually being tested against the once Nina Spirit, Erlina's water magic.

However, just as the magic activation of Nelly's bracelet acceleration may be strongly influenced by the wind magic activation of the wind magic fixture and hardly function in such a way that it is compressed, the magic power of God's magic fixture is lost in normal magic fixtures, and the occasions for overlapping and simultaneous use are limited. Also, it naturally starts slowly.

"... if that's wind and gold, God's magic fixture what..."

Mira's voice is trembling.

"Oh. The magic will be almost equal. You will be able to use more powerful magic on top of each other"

It takes a lot of work, but it doesn't change how long it takes to activate.

"It's hard to use the magic of the wind, gold, and two systems at the same time, but how easy it is to summon and use two spirits"

The simultaneous use of the magic of the two systems is like, for example, performing another operation with your right and left hands. It is difficult to activate complex magic. I can't do it.

But naturally, spirits are different. They only need to give instructions.

However, when summoned, consciousness is sharpened, spell chanting is also necessary, surely accompanied by the consumption of magic, that is, the depletion of spiritual power. But once you call it in, it won't be that burdensome afterwards. It is already experienced in the Spirit that I have summoned before. Of course the descent of Yveda, the summons is of a different dimension, though it would be a completely different story.

Summoning two spirits, wind and gold, wouldn't be a big problem if this one was in good condition.

... probably. I don't know unless I try.

"It's wonderful! Ishur."

Mira, who was bewildered and even showed fear, held her hands in front of her chest when she noticed, turning her face full of emotion.

"God's magic equipment is just the supreme thing. Ishr, you are truly wonderful."

... No. I don't think I'm great myself.

"Ishur..."

Mira stopped all the way to Ishur's chest.

... too close.

I feel dizzy. Mira's beauty is so much.

The blue eyes right in front of me narrow. Mira whispered with a demonic grin.

"Then Master Ishur. I will teach you the Summoning Spell of the Golden Spirit."

That smile changed for a prank smile.

Early the next morning, the North Line dispatch detachment assembled at the foot of the soaring mountain of Surberal Castle, in the square in front of the castle gate, and left in the same line as yesterday.

Many residents packed early in the morning when they went out onto the streets, and the roads were filled with crowds of people.

The United Kingdom army headed for King's Capital did not reach the city just because Yuri Olura launched a sporadic attack on Serverall Castle, and many residents remained in the city without evacuation.

"It's a beautiful sunny day. If you're cheerful, you don't even need the cape I bought yesterday."

I hear a bright voice of rifia from next door.

You can't beat the whining of the crowd around you, you're a healthy voice.

"Oh."

But Ishur, with a face that did not float, quickly ran his gaze to the left and right, looking up at the clear winter blue sky.

Of course I'm letting Norte Hild keep an eye on me, but so far she hasn't said anything.

At the end of the street, in front of the troops, the high grand and kingdom flags hang hidden among the houses and crowds of the city.

"Did you even remember the kid you attacked at Frontera?

Lifia pulls up a horse and brings her face closer.

"Don't worry. Sure, that one was eaten full, but it wasn't the kind of hand you could expect results from in the first place. I guess the enemy side didn't have any other help. Now I'm right beside you, and all around you are hands. And the new spirit you've summoned, isn't she strong, too?"

Rifia has been in a strange mood since last night.

After a dinner party hosted by the Duchess of Beervald, the military conference was held as planned, but on that seat Rusla showed a policy of annihilating the enemy forces by Ishur, not attacking them with force, but after striking a certain blow, also forcing the enemy to withdraw itself, along with tactics, etc.

Naturally, it was the decision of Petra, the general, so he did not say no or respond to those present. Lifia, who feared that the Holocaust, so to speak, would be perpetrated by one Ishur, who would destroy the enemy army with the great magic of wind and gold, finally frowned and appeased there.

"Yeah......"

When I look at Refia sideways, she turns to a radiant grin.

... Well, you're worried about me, so thank you, but I have to think.

Petra is waving at the crowd from a tank (chariot) that goes in front of the Ishurs.

From the general public, who don't know who she is, the figure of Petra, who flourishes and wields her love, will look exactly like an ideal princess.

Lifia was mumbling her nose with a small, high voice about some song as she turned her attention to the area.

Mixed with the whimsy of the crowd, a soft beautiful voice was heard in Ishl's ear.

As soon as the streets of the Serveral following the streetscape were interrupted and the grass trees began to stand out, now the streets of Robnel, the city along the Antel River, appeared.

Robnell was as unharmed as the city of Serverall. Sorry. By the time Yuri's led United Kingdom army had crossed the Antel and entered Robnell, the Duke of Beervald's army main force was already in Antilla, but he had also assigned a defensive force to a small castle along Robnell's river.

The castle, commonly called "Fort Robnell", is in a stronghold where the military capital street meets the Antel River, and the fort was, as a matter of course, thoroughly destroyed by the magic of gold by Yuri Olura.

Yuri melted some iron and started a fire after burying a fort-by-fort defense force with countless iron spears. The fire also spread to the surrounding city, and quite a few houses were burned.

As the houses along the streets approached the river, some of them involved burnt houses, with black-and-gray burns noticeable. The residents of the city lined up along the road also had no energy, and many were in thin, dirty, crude clothes.

Many in the platoon have not seen the fire in the king's capital. They all, like one, tightened their loose minds with the cheers of the Serveral citizens.

The street slammed into a cobblestone square that served as a docking ground, and Ishur was summoned by Ranal Brad, commander of the Knights of the Squad, who was at the head of the line, to stand on the banks of the river Antel to perform the great magic of gold.

Yuri Olura gave it to the river surface, which photographed a well sunny blue sky, and the remains of a steel bridge destroyed after his own army had passed, a mass of iron sparsely protruding its sharp, pointed tip.

Ishur pierced the iron bridge leg to the bottom of the river so that it could be covered in its iron wreckage, and gave it a plate of iron close to ten long steps wide (scar, about 6.5m) above it.

The river width of the Antel River around Robnell is about five hundred long steps. For each bridge leg, Ishur produced and shaped an iron plate from the air, which he unloaded.

Whenever Ishur produced a mass of iron, an unusually massive gold magic gleamed around him, and the heated air carried the smell of iron burning.

When a large mass of iron appeared as an entity, and whenever the iron bridge girder, bridge surface, converged on the iron bridge leg, a strange, high metal sound rang like a scream of some creature.

Ishur walked on the bridge himself when he crossed the Antel River, and when he ascertained how it was, he went back to the bridge, and when he spoke two or three words with the Knights Commander and Rusla, he went back as far as the queue.

"Thank you, Ishur!

"Good day, Ishur"

"Wow, Ishr."

"Ishur, it's wonderful!

When he was heard from Petra, Marya, Rifia and Mira, Ishur grinned and nodded.

The knights of the platoon also revealed their surprises at last, but the reaction of the inhabitants of the city around them was slightly different. Many had rather the colour of fear on their faces.

……

When Ishur glanced at them and looked up into the sky, he laid his foot on the ledge and slowly spanned the shellbirds. Nina's daily hand rapidly healed the wound and it hardly hurts anymore.

Ishur glimpsed the sinking of the inhabitants of the city around him.

Gentle sunlight gleams in the corners of your sight.

... Nice weather. Even though the sky is clear and the eyes are awakening blue.

As Ishur rode the horse, the line moved out.

The tall sound of an iron-hitting hoof echoes all the way to the Ishurs.

...... Norte. What do you say?

Ishur moves slightly at the tip of his lips to summon to the Spirit of the Wind he summoned yesterday.

... No, I feel a little nasty.

"Hmm?"

What? There was an anomaly at the river when Ishur tried to ask Northhill that.

A flash of magic ran across the shore, and suddenly, from the river surface, the long neck of a blue and white water dragon protruded.

Big waves gush up, covering the horseback riding squadrons going over the bridge.

"Go!"

There he is! The enemy crosses the river...

Ishur shouted to Norte Hild and laid his hands on the other realms of the wind.

The head of the unit is already over on the other shore.

... aim to break up allies?

"Protect your allies on the other shore!

When Ishur continued to scream, the white glowing Norte Hild's hindsight was about to hit the water dragon.

"Ishur!"

Not too long ago, a new killing spirit blows around the Ishurs.

Did a pebble or dirt cross right next to you?

Moment after moment, Nelly's bracelet rises.

Using the magic of acceleration, signs of several assassins jumping.

In a world where the sound disappears and everything stops, the Ira and Lilina sisters jump off the horse and move forward in Petra.

Refia is already pulling out her sword and standing on the saddle, about to jump towards the enemy.

And something black crossed over his head and exploded.

Moments later, Ishur unloads the wall of wind magic all around him. The accelerating bracelet loses its power.

What exploded...... it was the kingdom of the demonic seal.

... Dark Spirit!

A black curtain unfolding overhead strikes the walls of Ishur's windy magic.

Just to the right of Petra and Marya's riding chariot, a black man with a knife casts a shadow.

Enemy shadow work? Only one inside the walls of Ishur's windy magic, the hunters had already entered.

Ira sticks her sword tip out.

In time, or so I thought, a sharp ray of magic ran in front of me, and at the same time the shadow of the black man was amputated.

Bright red blood splashes flashly.

A sharp blade of rifia draws red blood muscles into the universe.

Disputed by the inhabitants of the sights, the enemies attacked from all sides are captured by the walls of the wind magic of Ishur by most. A small part of them who were on the outside are hiding in crowds of people, trying to escape.

"Sharka!"

Almost simultaneously, Mira's voice is heard, and Sharka's unleashed steel bullet rips the black curtain over her head.

Inhibited by the wall of wind magic unfolded cylindrically by Ishur, the demonic seal formation, which could not be activated, disappears completely.

It was then.

On Ishur's right hand, the wall of wind magic, at the tip of the people, and on the stone wall of the half-collapsed Fort Robnell, a ray of orange glow rose.

One, two... Three in all.

"That one."

Ishur let his sharp gaze run for a moment into its warm glow.

... Spirit God's Magic Fixture.

The wind's magic walls glow blue and white and become more fortified. Instead, the magic of acceleration is pressed and disappears far from Ishur's consciousness.

... That's funny.

There can't be a black sharp crystal here. Then he was also in the United Kingdom.

of the Spirit God, who possesses the magic of Hidden Bodies.

"It's Vilod the Golden God."

Ishur pulled his leg out of the shadow (Abumi) and jumped on the saddle of Shelalbard with the aid of the wind's magic.

Hold your hands and stare at your bowing fists. At the end of that fist is connected that world of gold gods and spirits, the crystalline world.

"Send me a strong man of hot steel."

Ishur summoned the Golden Spirit, almost discarding the chant that Mira taught him.

At the tip of the fist I gripped, the magic light blinks condensed over my head.

"Ishur! Untie the wind. Deal with the enemy."

Refia turns her red glowing eyes.

"Let me go by the river!

"Mr. Ishl!

The screaming voice of Paola Pierca and Nina from behind.

"Mm-hmm."

……

Petra sets up the scepter of the god of the earth, and three fireballs float up over Mary's head.

"Master Ishr! I'm fine here."

Mira screams.

Surely the enemy is also this way towards the river. And they're the ones who want to crush it, to the fort.

This is all I have here. You'll be fine.

"Protect these people first."

Ishur unraveled the wind's magic wall and jumped up into the air as he spoke to a mass of light that emitted intense magic on the front, overhead, and formed into a doll (one strand).

As Ishl glanced down slightly at the brilliance of some magic beneath her feet and the blood splash smoked, her gaze turned forward toward the Antel River, which ran through Norte Hild.

The water dragon, which appeared in front of Ishur's crossed iron bridge, had already disappeared. But on the bridge it seems that several knights have fallen into the river, confused by those who try to rescue them, those who guard around them, and those who go right and left without purpose.

The soldiers, who have finished crossing the opposite shore, are trying to spread sideways on the banks of the river and form something that looks like a defensive formation. Opposite the Antel River, due to defensive considerations, buildings are sparse and only visible enough to count the trees.

One large tree fell to the west, and there is a large, ground-determined area. That would be the mark of Northehild's burial of the wizard who summoned the enemy's water sperm.

That northehild is standing by over the platoon about to form a formation. She was looking forward with her back on. The long hair tied to the ponytail is shaking in the wind.

"Hmm?"

At the end of the street opposite the shore, there was soil smoke.

... enemies? An enemy horseback squad? But why are you here...

Anyway, I'm the enemy of the fort now.

Due to the condition of the earthly smoke and the vibration of the air, the enemy is not a large unit. Norte will be alone in a moment.

Ishur turned to Fort Robnell, at the end of his eyes and nose.

Travel slowly through the air into the middle of three orange rays that soar around you.

Into the inside of the fort disguised as something suspicious but unaware of the magic of the Hidden Body of the Spirit God.

Black burnt collapsed stone walls, black hardened ashes at the bottom, burnt iron remnants…, around which, of course, there is no visible figure in the naked eye.

"Phew."

Ishur slightly distorted his lips.

The muscles of light suddenly, violently shake.

... It's Nelly.

Ishur, in his heart, called the name of the bearer in front of the bracelet.

Near and far, signs of a struggle disappear.

Be able to follow with your eyes the lines of light that can shake around you.

From the shadow of a stone wall in a collapsed fort, a magical sign of jumping. Warm light blinks your vision.

Ishur paid the wind blade.

Three black masks appear in the air and are fogged by blood smoke.

The magic of the hidden body is unraveled, and the men dressed in miserable clothes fall.

All three of them, from the neck to the top, had turned into chunks of flesh.

……

Instead of the three falling, a few people use the magic of new acceleration, from the fort, from the city.

"Are the black masks out of stock?"

As Ishur deepened his distorted grin, he put his arms together and waited for his enemies to loom.

... from a little more attraction, clean it up at once.

But it didn't come true.

As a silver flash ran along the edge of his sight, all enemies left bright red blood smoke in the blue sky and vanished.

I haven't erased the magic of acceleration yet, it's not gone.

Still, I didn't see it clearly, the fast silver light.

A flash of gold magic brilliance.

……

Ishur cut the magic of acceleration when he exhaled small.

"You can't even take my name. You're a stranger."

Low there, sinister man voice.

In front of him, a warrior appeared in a thin, red and glowing exotic outfit.

"Hehe. Are you okay over there?"

Ishur asked about the situation of the Petra and the others he had left behind.

It's not that far apart, so I can see by the signs that there's not a big problem.

But enemy raids may continue.

On the opposite shore, Norte Hild is about to pick up a horseback squad that has attacked somewhat late.

"... um. There are no more signs of the enemy. I'll be right back. Besides, they're all pretty good handlers."

"Right. Well, shall I ask your name? Yours"

The exterior is a man in his early twenties. Sharp gaze on shredded cheeks.

The Golden Spirit said with a fierce grin.

"My name is Silbastol Börsürk. Nice to meet you, Lord Shields."