Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

"Again. Is it the same even if it's different?"

When Ishur heard the name of the Golden Spirit he had summoned for the first time, he dropped his disappointed shoulder and looked spicy.

... er. Sylbust...... Le, b, vel......? I don't know.

Anyway, a long name is a testament to the high spirits. I have no choice.

"Silva, I hope so"

"Uhm. Got it, Lord Shields"

Shield, my lord. Sword Palace and Shield Palace. That's good.

Next thing you know, if you get the magic of the earth and summon the Spirit, will they now call you "Wand Palace” or “Wand Master”?

……

Ishur accidentally distorted his face.

The statue of Fiore, the god of water, for example, has a water bottle, a pot.

Likewise, do I get called "Lord Aquarius” or “Mr. Kettle” by the Spirit of Water?

What about that? It would be too cool......

"I wonder what happened. You don't look so pale."

"No. Nothing"

Not now, anyway. Let's think about this challenge later.

The opposite shore has not been cleared yet.

Fire and wind or multiple magical brilliances jump into the edge of sight from the northehild side.

The magic of the wind does not belong to Norde. It would be from an enemy horseback squad. The wizards are mixed.

When Ishur looked across the shore, he was just about to slap Northehild with his own sword beside him with a wind arrow released from his enemies, a fireball.

Norde had plenty of room to wave his sword for a moment, and there was a difference in power that I couldn't wait to see this one.

"Norde! Don't kill them all! Let the two of you live and get him."

Ishur shouted aloud to the Spirit of the Wind.

… acknowledge.

Her voice echoes in my heart.

Subsequently, Northehild flew an oversized wind blade to the enemy's thirty or so horseback squadrons and vanished in an instant.

About a hundred long steps away from the Allied Knights (Skull, about 65 m), when the rising earthly smoke blew through the transverse winds, only one horse was captured in a blue-white and radiant junction, as it was as it was advancing. Black cloak wizard-like figures and horses were solidifying like dolls.

"It's good."

"Hmm."

When Ishur praised Norte Hild, Silbastol, the Golden Spirit, looked at her and laughed with his nose.

"Has the Spirit of the Wind also been summoned by the Shield?"

"Yes."

Ishur narrowed his eyes and looked at Silva.

"You know,... nothing. You two, I'm not telling you to get along. But don't make a futile fuss."

Ishur said in a low voice, without concealing his anger.

Spirits of different lineages are often unfamiliar. I know that.

"Huh.... I understand"

Silva, for a moment, showed an attitude of dissatisfaction but soon became apparent, thus stretching her spine and bowing her head to Ishl.

Silva would also be a great spirit, or a high spirited spirit close to it.

But even spirits of such a high temperament have the power to fully dominate, if at all.

……

Then the Spirit of the Clearly Shining Woman appeared.

"Erlina!"

Ishur screams unexpectedly.

Nina's covenant spirit, Erlina, the water sperm of beauty, grinned at Ishl, stretching her right hand steadily and pointing her finger towards the bridge.

Nina and Paola Pierca are in the middle of the bridge crossed by Ishur.

The two are pointing to the other side of the horseback riding squad.

"Hmm..."

As Ishur moved his gaze, Northehild's voice echoed in his brain.

... Sword Palace, this wind wizard boy is calling you.

"Hmm?"

The wind wizard boy?

Ishur gazed at the horseback riding squad across the shore.

"Rusla."

"Silva, ask for them"

Ishur said, pointing his gaze towards Petra, who had travelled as far as the corner of the fort and into the square.

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As Silva nodded, Ishur jumped across the Antel River all at once and landed around the gathering of the knights.

"Lord Bersch!

Ranal Brad, the chief of the Knights, who was right in front of him, shouts a surprise.

"Where is Lord Rusla?

Ishur asked Ranal where the military warden was when he nodded.

On the banks of the river are saved the knights who have fallen into the river, several of whom have jumped into the river, and similarly try to sneak a few horses who have fallen into the river and give them up on the shore.

The knights, who had safely crossed, disembarked and started fire, and some passed through the drowned, but the majority kept a moderate distance while riding and scattered in a semicircular fashion.

"The military inspector is over there."

Those to whom Ranal pointed had the appearance of an enemy demon conductor captured by Northehild.

Several “mustache” men in lusla and brown jackets are solidified around them.

"Norde, untie me."

Ishur ordered Northehild to speak out as he rushed to the point pointed by the Knights Commander.

... Ok.

Voices return from Norte Hild, who continues to be on perimeter alert in the air.

Lord Ishur.

Rushing over, Rusla called out with a nervous face.

Behind him the ground is widely determined, scattered with chiseled legs of a human horse, parts of a head-like body, and pieces of flesh. It's a trail of wind blades unleashed by Norte Hild.

And there was a wizard man, captured by the “mustache” men. He is about thirty years old and grows an insensitive mustache on his tanned face.

The wizard man had his shoulders grabbed from behind by two “mustache” men, standing on his knees on the ground and held him down. The man was just stunned by the instant total annihilation of his allies, silently wandering his gaze into the universe without any resistance.

"Sorry, I pulled it out"

Rusla has said it with a bright blue face.

"Let's hurry. The enemy may attack Antilla."

His voice was rising and trembling. I saw the colour of fright in his eyes.

……

Petra and Marya, and Lifia look down and think about it.

Mira's complexion, an exotic nobleman and Ishur's companion, or submissive position, is also superb.

Lanal, the Knight Commander, shows a slight worrying color, yet doesn't break his muscled samurai-like and temperamental look.

"But time's not right, is it?"

Ishur spoke to speak for the baffling same question.

"Yeah. You're right about that. In the meantime, I will torture that unidentified magician. I'll do it while I march."

"Sure. If you crack that guy's face, you might know something."

Ishur nodded with a thinly distorted grin.

At present, the Ishurs, the main faculty members of the contingent cadres, surround Petra, the general general, on the side of the roads of the military capital street, close to the north bank of the Antel river.

Nina and Paola Pierca remain vigilant on the banks of the river, while Northehild and Silbastol, the recalled spirits of Ishur, remain equally vigilant in the direction of the troops' progress, mainly on the north side.

The Knights and Heavy, Romir and his servants are waiting vigilantly around along the streets sandwiched by the southern Ninas and the spirits on the north side.

As the platoon crossed the river, the enemy raids, launched almost simultaneously on both banks, marked an end with the total annihilation of a handful of horseback riding squads that had attacked from the north shore side a little late.

The enemy horseback cavalry was afraid of exposure by demon conductors and spirits on the Kingdom's side, lurking and waiting in the trees now visible on the north side of the streets where the Isles are located, about a few miles long (scar, a mile is about 650 m) from the Antel River, but it was still too distant and took the form of a slight delay in the simultaneous attacks carried out on both banks.

When the platoon had all finished crossing to the north bank of the Antel River, Rusla informed Ishl, followed by Petra and the others, that the earlier raid had been an organized attack by the United Kingdom forces and a delaying effort, and that the enemy forces could carry out the attack with all their might to the fortified city of Antilla, where the Allied Hordes stood.

That, oddly enough, showed that what Ishur had said "between the crowns" had become realistic.

If the enemy's intentions are as Rusla points out, there's only one way to break it, that Petra led the North Line Dispatch Squad arrive in Antilla as soon as possible, that's all.

Things have changed dramatically. Neither Rusla, the military superintendent, nor Ranal, the chief of the Knights, were alarmed or able to predict the organized raids of the enemy.

In the major impulse between the important streets and the river, the attack is carried out with the aim of crossing the river - no more. The massive work of the basically thorough enemy thus reminded us above that the enemy has not abandoned the ambition of invading the kingdom, rather than losing its will due to the defeat of Yuri Olura, and is even planning a major operation, such as the Antilla attack.

... Something's coming, like in Frontera, disputed by the residents of the city who came out to see along the way, which I was concerned about.

Ishur looked around at the faces that did not float.

It's only natural that everyone isn't convinced. It is good to know that the enemy's war will is strong and that they are planning something serious. But the biggest problem, the suspicion cannot be wiped, is that enemy task forces are positioned too quickly.

Some enemy magicians may be using spirits that can communicate long distances quickly, like Rusla's covenant spirits. Already the enemy may know Yuri's death, the situation here, and that a detachment with Petra as general general is heading north.

But still, I can't take the time to dispatch and place all that magic instructors and shadow work in Robnell.

From Balstal to Robnell, it takes three days, no matter how quickly. Speaking of three days ago, it was the day the contingent left Avenis. It was the day before that that that I fought Yuri.

In other words, in three days, the enemy will have learned of Yuri Olura's defeat and the outpost of the contingent, forming an assault unit, moving to Robnell and placing it again.

That's impossible. Physically, no, it wouldn't be possible to have any kind of magical tease.

You're telling me there's an old woman in that magic store, like Cheliah?

There is more than her, such that not only people and spirits, but also thirty horses can travel instantly.

If the United Kingdom had such a magic that it would be free to manoeuvre, the instantaneous movement of combat troops, the whole continent would have been theirs some time ago.

Or is it that Yuri and Drazen, the conspirator general, predicted in advance that there would be this day and had arranged an earlier maneuver?

... there's something behind it.

I have no idea what that is.

The only way to know that as soon as possible is to crack the mouth of that captured magician.

"... right. But it was a good decision. Lord Ishur."

What Rusla said was that Ishur had captured the enemy's demon mentor alive.

"Did you even think of something? But you're horrible, Lord Ishur."

Rusla continued to press in case Ishur was only showing a silent, understated reaction with a smile on his face.

Bearing in mind that in a situation of assault and confusion, Ishur obtained information from the outset, he gave orders to Norte Hild to capture his enemies. That was not so easy to judge in that situation without professional shadow workers and experienced mercenaries.

"No, especially. I just thought we should check on the enemy's intentions somehow."

... Ordering Norte to capture the enemy's demon mentor alive is really only a survey, reflective, and unconscious thing that came to mind in his mouth.

Whether it's work in a previous life, a struggle in this world, a battle, or a quick move with a hunch, Zubari, it hits, and so on.

However, the principle that it is important to obtain more information in any situation, at least a little if you have the opportunity, the example that catching the shadow man is difficult to make you crack your mouth open, but that is not impossible either if you are a magician, these things were gained from the experience you had with the Kings in the Holy City.

Those two faces were used separately by the shadow-working old man, Fred O'Hen, or the man of wisdom, the temple chief of the Basilica of Adele, Sybil Bake, and the king of the next holy kingdom, Salomon Orst... something I learned in a pile of interactions with them.

There is something behind all this unexpected and unexpected...

Yang climbs to Jomtien as early as possible, with a clear blue sky spreading on the back of the same thoughts.

Do you have a good wind direction, the magic of Norte Hild has dispersed and vanished many enemy horseback squads, no smell of flesh drifting around, no smell of strife.

From the edge, the Ishurs look like they're casually standing talkin 'on a stunning meadow by the street.

... but now, before we know the truth about the inexplicable enemy raid, we have something to do.

"More than that, it's a future march..."

Earlier raids are expected to make accommodation in a city like Robnell difficult, even to pass.

Ishur began to turn his gaze and talk to Rusla, followed by Petra, Marya and Rifia.

The contingent led by Petra accommodated knights who fell into the river before marching faster and starting northwards, and that day camped in a settlement called the nearby Krash after passing through the city of Chekral along the street. The regiment rented pastures that stretched out on the north side of Krash, avoiding all those below Petra, the general, to set up tents and lodge in private houses in Krash.

When the troops passed through Chechral, two spirits summoned by Ishur, Northehild and Silbastol, preceded them and materialized over the city, appearing visible to the general public, intimidating the neighborhood.

Norte Hild brilliantly glowed silver beautiful armor with a pure white cape, gorgeous blonde hair, and Silbastol stared beneath his eyes with gold embellished armor on the blue land, reminiscent of the customs of southern Bermula.

The great spirits of wind and gold appeared in the city, and the inhabitants of the city, who had little knowledge of magic, were just amazed at what was going on, but the wizards and shadow-workers, who were wandering about the inhabitants, panicked.

Some fled openly to get out of the city, and some killed their breath and hid in the depths of their houses. Those who made prominent moves were instantly killed by Norte and Silva, apart from enemy allies.

The platoon passed through it gently, pressing the Kingdom flag and the Grand Duke flag.

"That was amazing, Mr. Ischl. Those two spirits."

In front of me is a fire iron pan, inside which dried meat, beans, potatoes, etc. are added, and they are boiled together from the beginning.

Nina sitting in front of the burning fire calls out to Ishl.

She had just finished treating Ishur, a routine one these days.

"That worked. It would be nice to go to Antilla."

Ishur answered Nina and looked at Romir next door and said, "Isn't it time?" If allowed to boil for too long, the soup tastes off.

"Yes."

Romir unloads the pan from the bonfire and sprinkles the finish with chopped vanilla resembling parsley.

"Oh, that smells good."

Paola Pierca walks up from the tent of the Knights Commander, a short distance away, approaching with a grinning face.

"Ah, yes. Thanks!

Romir, who had until now relaxed with Ishur and Nina against him, suddenly stretched his back and told him to scream in a nervous voice.

The name of Paola Pierca, the court magician of the kingdom's best waters, was also well known among Romir and his servants serving the royal family and the Grand Duke.

Unlike the friendly Ishur and Nina to him, Paola seemed like someone he couldn't help but be nervous about.

Numerous tents stretched around around the tents of Petra, one of the relatively small ones being the tents used by Ishur and Romir. Nina and Paola's sleeping tent was put up next to the tents of the Ishurs, and we were to have dinner with them today.

The tents of Mira and Rifia, which always come together, are just opposite each other across the tent of Petra, and in case things were to happen, we were supposed to have dinner individually today with our neighbors.

"It is also thanks to Mr. Ishur's Spirit that we were able to safely escape the city of Chekral. That would really help."

Paola said as she received the soup from Romir.

"It was really amazing."

Nina repeats the same dialogue as earlier.

"Yeah."

Ishur gives the soup a spoon with a grin but few words.

After Robnell's raid, what Ishur suggested to Petra and Rusla was to materialize two of his own summoned spirits so that they could be seen by anyone and intimidate the cities and villages along the streets of the military capital from above.

It was Ishur's idea that if the advent of the two great spirits were lurked by the enemy wizards, hunters, and shadow-workers, they would all be forced to flee or dive and desist from obstructive work.

The ordinary inhabitants, who have no idea what the circumstances are, who have no connection with magic, spirits, etc., will be surprised and fearful, and some of them will rush out, but their reactions naturally differ from those of wizards and shadow-workers who take up the task. If you are a good spirit for reading people, animal killings, and fears, you can also clearly identify the difference.

Those who made suspicious movements were instantly wiped out by Northehild and Sylvastol.

Ishur's proposal was transferred to implementation with Petra's understanding, and it was fully effective.

"But some of the shadowy people on my side will end up together."

Ishur said, dropping his gaze on a chunk of meat floating in the soup.

"That's okay. I think the bearded ones on my side are already in touch. Because they have their own means of communication. Don't worry."

Paola tells me to teach gently.

"And Robnell's raid... It is my alarm that you let the enemy water sperm summon you on the Antel River. There's nothing you need to worry about."

You care about Ishur blocking in from earlier, or Paola has said that.

"He also said that Lord Rusla was alarmed. I have no choice."

Nina is also desperately mouthwatering.

... Nina is always serious, hard working, hissing.

But I'm more powerful than Nina, more powerful than Paola Pierca. I am in a position to perceive and deal with enemy magic faster than anyone else.

……

Ishur makes a smile and nods again.

And I slightly glanced south, toward the tree toward which the tent lined up.

There were people moving around at evening hours, sewing between them, one at the end of Ishur's gaze, and a man in a brown jacket approaching.

... If I look blocked, it's not that I've overlooked enemy raids. It's a matter of getting involved with that man.

When Ishur drank all the soup for dinner, he gave the empty plate to Romir and stood up.

"What..."

Romir's stunned face traces Ishl's gaze to capture the figure of the "bearded” man.

"... I shall refrain. Tell me later."

When Ishur looked down at Paola, she said with a slightly lonely grin.

"Oh, that."

"Nina better not come either"

Do you know what Paola is saying, or don't you? Ishur didn't mind and said just that in a low voice to Nina.

"Master Bersch."

The “mustache” man lowered his head slightly as he came to the side of Ishl, saying in a small, calm voice.

……

Ishur nodded silently, walking towards the tree about behind the man.

"Um, the replacement..."

From behind I heard Romir's, no doubt out of place dialogue.

"I don't want it. You can eat them all."

Ishur grinned softly and said to Romir, looking back.

... Not very much, but I wouldn't feel like eating dinner.

Going forward, I found a man in a brown jacket shrugging his shoulders.

You can tell the smell of blood, a crowd of ravens (teasing) is coming from the city of Chechral and ringing in flourish.

When Ishur came to the front of a carriage parked in a tree, the torture of the Mage Master, who had captured him against expectations, had already ended.

An enemy wizard using fire magic captured in Robnell - perhaps a man of the Wizard who serves some country in the United Kingdom - was then put on a platoon carriage, where Rusla and the “bearded” man boarded and interrogated, or tortured, in the car.

Enemy raids caused dispatched detachments to rush their marches, and interrogation of enemy prisoners also needed to be rushed. If torture was necessary, it was also carried out during the march, and it was necessary to know as soon as possible the identity of the enemy task force, the purpose of the raid.

Ishur was expected to be called to Rusla when he arrived at the camp and requested to be present at the torture. I was ready.

I was prepared to either be present on the spot where the enemy wizard would crack his mouth from time to time, or let him crack his mouth with his own magic.

"All I need to know is that you threw up."

Let the colour of tiredness climb to its surface (toes), and still Rusla smiled.

Ishur looked at Rusla's face and dropped his gaze to his feet.

In front of the carriage lay the corpse of a caped wizard.

Rusla and the body, opposite them, two “mustache” men, stood. They turned to their faceless faces and stared silently at the wizard's body.

……

Ishur nodded to the smell of blood, which was rather denser than he thought.

What the corpse under that cape looked like, how much torture was carried out during the march in the car.

There would have been no decent torture equipment, so that would have been something more direct.

"We must destroy this carriage now."

Rusla went on to say as Ishur glanced at the carriage.

He doesn't break his smile.

... even though this man is hard.

But isn't this pretty good information?

"Hmm?"

That's when I felt signs of multiple people approaching from behind.

... Damn. Are you still here?

All of a sudden from Ishur, an inexperienced killer radiated magic. A crowd of ravens scream and flee towards the southern sky.

Above, Silbastol, who was alerting the southern half of the camp, appeared for a moment and immediately erased the signs.

Looking back, he even looked at Petra and Marya with Refia and Mira with Sharka.

Ishur sighed and dropped his shoulder for a few minutes, causing the wind to blow around him. I tried to diminish the smell of blood drifting around.

I don't know why. Something is different between the smell of blood in a struggle and the smell of blood from torture.

"Even Mira..., you're here"

"Looks like we're done."

"Rusla, let me talk to you."

"Me and Lord Mira are your escorts, Petra."

Mira stopped by Ishl's side to grab his sleeve, silently.

Petra and Marya had a serious face and Refia had said with her jaw twisted aside.

... Marya will be fine. She is probably also one of the former fasteners of the "mustache”. In the past, torture may have been present.

Petra is the commander of the unit. I have no choice.

But even Rifia and Mira, they didn't have to go the same way.

"Ishur, we need to hear it too."

I've said it in a whispering whisper from the side.

"… Now let's talk about the information we got from this magician"

When Ishur nodded to Mira like he didn't agree, Rusla met Petra and looked around and said with her.

"This man's name is Rhodik Bale, and in the nations of the United Kingdom he is one of the great powers, the Magic of Fire, who serves the Kingdom of Neumance"

"Mmmm..."

"It's..."

A groaning voice leaks from Petra and Rifia.

"It turns out that Robnell's raid was carried out by the forces of the Neumans and Agnia kingdoms' demon mentors, the hunters"

Rusla said uncommonly, raising his killing temper in those eyes.

"The primary goal of both units will be to return to the North Line, for them an army of allies, the Wang Du Dispatch Squad led by General Yuri Olura. Technically, he was one of us, Yuri Olura."

The evergreen trees that surround the Ishurs, their leaky days stain red and sink into darkness.

Wherever it came from, kicking through a crowd of ravens, the ringing voice of an unknown wild bird doesn't stop.

The two kingdoms of Neumance and Agnia, the great powers competing for twelve in the United Kingdom, had hands behind them.

They believed that Yuri Olura's victory would not be intact in the battle against Ishur, the new Yveda sword of the Kingdom of Ladis, and in some circumstances they aimed at the Antel River crossing in Robnell and ambushed to assassinate Yuri Olura himself.

If Yuri Olura is defeated, he will sooner or later change the assassination target to Ishur, who will come northward, and if that is not possible, to the royal one who will be general.

So Robnell had early magicians and shadow-working hunters, who had not retreated even after Yuri Olura's death in battle, and were waiting on the same land.

"Come on,... that's funny"

Ishur said in a cold voice, as if to speak for the same thoughts.

"Exactly, what the nations of the land of war think is wicked, unforgiving"

Lifia puts her arms together in front of her chest and says sighingly.

"What is the relationship between the Grand Duchy of Orula and the two kingdoms of Neumance and Agnia?"

"In a nutshell, face-to-face defamation. The two kingdoms have long been at the centre to assist the Grand Duchy of Olura, but that was also only superficial, to say. This will not have changed since Yuri Olura's death."

Rusla answers Petra's question.

"From now on Neumance and Agnia will look at the fold and take the lead from the Grand Duchy of Olura"

"After all, the enemy may attack Antilla. We need to hurry."

Together they nodded at Mary's words.

Neumance and Agnia, both kingdoms of the United Kingdom, took the two fruits left behind by Yuri Olula, the occupation of the Balstal castle fortress group and the fruit of the destruction of King Ladis Army and were about to continue and lead the war in the future.

As the sun fell and the neighborhood was about to be engulfed in darkness, the Ishurs returned to their tents.

Lifia said in a low voice to the “bearded” men as they followed the wooden bushes.

"The remains of this wizard are to be buried carefully."

Ishur sighed small on the side and took a lot less of the dos black stuff springing up in his heart.

... If I let this black and dirty thing go wild, I'll be committing a massacre on the North Side.

On the battlefield, there are times when the mind that seeks justice, on the contrary, produces vice.

We have to keep pushing that.

... to some extent.

For a moment Ishur pulled in as soon as he had a distorted grin and looked up at the northern sky, where the stars began to blink.

The dispatch detachment of the Grand Duchy of the Kingdom of Ladis on the North Line had since pushed Norte Hild and Sylvastre forward at the main points to rush the streets north, and three days later, without meeting any major obstructions along the way, it had reached the south of the fortified city of Antilla, roughly less than a hundred miles long (scar, about 65 km).

The northern Brektas mountains, which run side-by-side on the western streets of the military capital, gradually blur the vast mountains stretching to the east and west as well, turning into simple terrain with their hems continuing straight into the main mountains around Antilla. The mountain range's altitude also interrupts two thousand long steps (skulls, about 1,300 m) around the area, eventually drawing a gentle curve and disappearing into the northern lake marshes.

Ishur stood on his horse at a temperature that began to drop rapidly, weaving more cloaks on top of his coat of black leather from the day before, and the occasional cold wind blowing from the mountain side.

"That's close..."

In a string of horseshoe sounds, I can clearly hear Refia whining for some reason.

What is close? Is the antilla close by as it is, or is the cloud of war close?

Northehild's voice stuck to his brain as Ishur watched the side of Refia flipping a silver flashy cloak, which was letting forward reconnaissance precede him.

... the enemy's army is moving. The army is coming down the mountain. There are skirmishes in the fortifications in front of the fortified city.

"Are you here?"

... You made it.

Three days for the enemy to get more information on the defeat of Yuri Olura, three days for the North Line Dispatch, one day to hold a military conference and prepare for deployment, four convenient days, and it's time for this one to start a siege about two days early to arrive in Antilla.

It shouldn't be possible to drop Antilla in two days, but Antilla also has generals belonging to his faction, mainly the widows and orphans of the war-dead Demetrio. There will never be betrayal on our side, it is an indescribable circumstance.

It is not possible that the men of his faction will learn of Yuri's defeat and, on the contrary, will appear in one or eight outrages. Because if the Kingdom of Ladis continues to prevail, if Henrik holds the real power of the royal family, what position they will be in, it is obvious to everyone's eyes.

There may also be some kind of oddity in the siege of Antilla for some United Kingdom troops.

But here I am.

If the enemy isn't dropping Antilla, we can do as much as we want.

No, you simply need me to wield my powers.

Ishur shouted to Petra and Marya's chariot (chariot) riding ahead, "Go first!," he exclaimed, followed by Lifia walking side by side, "Asking for Schwarlard," he leaped up into the air without waiting for a reply.

He flew straight into the sky to the beginning of the platoon and called Rusla on horseback from the air.

"Mr. Rusla, the enemy has moved. I hear the big army is coming down the mountain. Fighting is starting in the castle in front of Antilla."

"Oh my God!"

Ranal Brad, head of the Knights running beside Rusla, shouts his surprise.

"The castle in front of you is Fort Bendeke."

Rusla took one hand off the reins and did the trick of grabbing her own jaw and thinking about it.

The view of the surrounding groves and meadows spreading on the spots becomes a dull green belt in winter and flows through the horizons.

"I'll be the first to retreat the enemies of Fort Bendeke and the main force down the mountain."

Ishur continued with his gaze from Rusla to Ranal.

"The platoon should keep going for Fort Bendeke. Don't rush, watch out for the ambushes."

... Well, saying "watch out for the ambushes" to the Knights Commander is a rude thing in a way.

"Silva, let's go. Follow me!...... hmm?

As Ishur spoke to Sylvastre, who appeared above the line, and tried to ascend, a pioneering light wheel of that magic ran along the edge of his sight.

"Wow."

At the same time, I get my back grabbed by someone with a force like all-powerful.

Ishur was about to lose his balance in the air for a moment to an unexpected shock.

"Ishur, take me with you, too"

Turning around, Rifia was pressing one knee against Ishur's back and holding his right shoulder with one hand.

"Refia......"

... I'm your horse.

When Ishur poisoned in his mind, he shifted his gaze behind Lihuia, who was very good at garlic.

"Mr. Riffia. It's sloppy."

Behind Rifia, Mira floated in space on Sharka's shoulder.

"Well, let's go."

The enemies are only numerous, and there are no more powerful enemies to have the magic of God.

When Ishur sighed small, he told Rusla "first" with his gaze and jumped up into the sky.

As we magically paid for the cold air flow and raised the altitude, a wonderful view spread out in front of Ishr.

The mountain ridge of Brektas, which extends north to the west, shines white on the crown snow by the way. The river Antel glowed silver at the end of the mountain hem stretching towards the east, and the gray mass of the fortified city of Antilla seemed right on its side, flattened to the horizon. Beyond it was the northern edge of the continent, the Great Wetlands and the forests, which stretched out everywhere.

And the small settlement in front, perhaps at Fort Bendeke, a flock of about two thousand soldiers and horses, hidden behind the mountain hem of Brektas, a few black strips of United Kingdom troops with countless military flags pressed.

"Excellent......"

When Ishur leaked his admirable voice into the view that spread in front of him, he first blew the small and large clouds drifting around the perimeter far away and out of sight.