Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

The wind crosses the mountain hem slightly floating in the moonlight.

Ishur follows the wind and leans in quietly.

The slightly glowing lights gleam side by side in the pitch-black Brektas mountains.

It is now in the hands of the enemy, the lights of the castle blocks on the north line.

……

The voice of the heart is passed on like various waves, of Norte Hild, positioned on wide alert around the north side of Fort Bendeke.

The sensation of Ishur chasing the mountain hem. Norte may be feeling Ishl's presence in the signs.

Ishur glanced over the mountain hem stretching from the mountain ridge of Brektas towards the fortified city of Antilla.

"You're getting cold."

Ishur groaned alone and leaned down.

At the tip of his overturned gaze, the dark shadows of the walls stretching from his feet down.

Now Ishur sits silently, clawing over the crumbling walls of the fort.

Later at night, many of the lords and knights that remained in the fort, and many of the castle soldiers, are still asleep, and the silence covers the area.

After that, the duel with Hanes ended up being postponed until early tomorrow morning.

Ishur wanted to make a duel with Hanes immediately on the spot, and he had told him so, but Rusla later broke in and insisted that he at least put it off for the night.

Rusla, who had heard Ishur's North Line siege measures before the duel noise, had to explain to Petra as soon as possible and obtain her sanction, also by turning in Marya and Ranal, the commander of the platoon knighthood, Paola Pierca and Rifia, as well as Ishur, the person who had contributed. Then in the same face, I wanted to pack up the details of Ishur's operation and keep them informed.

Furthermore, among the marquises who brought Petra from Antilla to Fort Bendeke, those belonging to the faction of the Grand Duke, the Earl of Aeren, the father of Marya, and the Duke of Behrvald, who was formerly Kings and close to the Grand Duke, who was in command of the Antilla defense, were told internally about Ishl's operation, and the Grand Duke Count of Olgren, who remained in Antilla, likewise issued a "bearded” decree, which I wanted to keep secret.

Rusla had a lot of things to do, no, the Ishurs had a lot to do too.

The Duke of Beervald first expressed his agreement with Rusla's claim that the duel should be extended tomorrow morning. The Duke was a duke and had the desire to persuade Hanes overnight to translate his duel with Ishur.

Petra accepted the words of Rusla and the Duke of Beervald, declaring that "the concubine herself will be the witness to the duel", persuading Ishur, along with Rusla and others, to postpone the duel with Hanes until the following early morning.

With Petra becoming a duel attendant, the day's entry into Antilla was also carried over the next day, and many of the Hordes were to remain in Fort Bendeke as well.

Counts Aeren and Beervald will also be staying overnight in the fort, and Rusla was able to pack the operations after tomorrow with Petra and Ishur, the actions of each of them, and hold meetings with their own lords as well.

Ishur was then treated by her as she deceived Nina, who was worried, she deceived Mira suddenly, and during the battle (how much), but also Paola, who was angry about what the duel was about the woman, and she was left to do little to lose.

Fort Bendeke was filled with many generals, and many of the knights brought by the Horsemen were once returned to Antilla, but still some of the knights of the contingent were to camp with tents outside the fort.

Ishur, Rifia, Mira, Paola and Nina, the powerful magicians, were specially given one of the barracks in the fort to stay temporarily.

In the middle of the night Ishur left the barracks and climbed over the crumbling walls of the fort to expose herself to the plains of a rare night of people's signs, trying to heal the tiredness of the day, mainly tiredness.

The mountain hem, which extends to the eastern side of the North Brektas Mountains, is a vast grassland area, with no cities or villages besides Antilla, only a few hardening points of several buildings, whether it is a relay site carrying soldiers and others to the mountains, or a small settlement such as a farmer running livestock.

The fort or small settlement also seemed, from what I saw during the day, to be blackened, contoured, burned and devastated in battle (wasabi).

Speaking of anything else that stands out in the vast grassland area, it's about as big as a crater worn by the wind magic that Ishur unleashed on enemy troops coming down the mountain.

With his hips grated against the walls, Ishur raised his face and looked up at the night sky, this time gently reaching out "hands" to take just a little magic from the different realms of the gold spirits, the woven crystalline worlds of various metals.

One large light sphere appeared in the night sky stained with deep blue, immediately cold and iron.

……

When Ishur looked up over his head, that iron sphere that was stationary in the universe began to circle horizontally as he drew a circle.

Press the magic of the wind there to increase the speed even more.

The sound of cutting the sky, which was ringing hiccups, turns into successive unnatural trebles with hiccups.

... second, third, fourth...

Ishur added one iron ball after another there.

Continuous treble gets even louder.

Ishur narrowed his eyes slightly.

And, for a moment, the spinning iron sphere glowed into a bright warm color and disappeared into the night sky. The magic of the wind also fogged, disappearing high in the sky.

Next Ishur stretched one hand into the night sky, before which a mass of wind magic appeared.

I brought the magic of gold there and covered it around a mass of wind magic.

The magical mass of wind remains fixed, turning the magical power of gold into a sphere that looks the same as earlier, shaping the iron sphere.

Ishur lifted his neck and stared at the iron ball floating over his head.

... I've gotten my gold magic gear and figured it out.

Unlike wind, water, fire, etc., iron spears, swords, shields, etc. shaped by the magic of gold are artificial objects at the hands of men and are not naturally present from the beginning.

But the Wizard of Gold sometimes takes its shape without chanting.

What about when you activate the magic of the wind?

It manipulates the magic of the wind based on its own will and image, imagination or memory, building wind blades, building wind walls, tornadoes, and stretching boundaries.

The magic of gold likewise uses its own will, image and memory in the process of embodying its magic.

A man with the magic of God does not need a spell chant there with some exceptions. The activation speed and power are out of step.

Originally, blacksmiths form what they shape over time, or the statues, statues that sculptors scrape and flourish with trial and error, in an instant.

The iron sphere that is floating overhead now, dedicated with "hands," to be precise, is almost certainly not a true sphere. Human vision would be enough to touch it with your hands and feel it's a sphere, but whether it's an iron spear or a sword, a skilled blacksmith can create a level that's no different from a sword spear made with tannin.

Though there are some advantages and disadvantages by magic fixtures and operators, they can shape the highest level of sword spears and shields, which are equally distributed to the public in this world, on the continent, even if they are not the magic fixtures of God.

The magic of gold, influenced by the senses and imagination, knowledge and memory of the operator, forms them as if there were some kind of "mould".

I guess that's the equivalent of what we call spells and surgical ceremonies in this world. The science of the previous world, common sense, is something that cannot be explained.

I guess it consists of an invisible, even in consciousness, unrecognizable realm.

And so that the iron sphere created by the magic of gold never becomes a true sphere, its precision conforms to the technology, precision that can be achieved in this world. Probably because magic is activated by the knowledge, memories, and senses of the operators of this continent in this world.

If that were me, would you be able to produce a pistol or cannon? Or can we build a tank?

Maybe that'll just be a look, a disgrace. Because I have no idea, for example, the details of the structure of the pistol, the shape or material of each part used. That is naturally true of both artillery and tanks. Besides, if I could magically create it, I don't know how to operate it, and I can't prepare ammunition, fuel, etc.

The magic of gold can only produce what is in the knowledge and image of the man, the surgeon, of this world. It can be said that its accuracy is not significantly above the level of this world either.

But there's something I'm not convinced or able to do with it.

I'm very concerned that there seems to be an unrecognizable realm of magic activation mechanisms.

I just don't know, it's not. There's an area I don't know, somehow it seems that way, how I can feel it.

I want to reveal how that area works. I want to know.

Will it one day know, when all the magic of God has been gathered together to be relative to them?

Or will I get a clue to win over them when I find that realm?

Ishur let his gaze wander through the surrounding night sky, so to speak, from an iron sphere filled with explosives, which trapped the magic of the wind floating overhead with iron magic.

I look up into the sky silently for a while and stare at the black iron mass again.

... If it's this much, I can make it.

Raise high the "hand" of wind and gold with the iron sphere dedicated.

Raise and accelerate the iron sphere vertically.

He released his "hands" at an altitude of about a thousand long steps (skulls, about 650 m), releasing the magic of the wind and the magic of iron.

With a slight light in the night sky, Dan, an explosion sounded. I can see a shock wave coming through the sky.

Was it because the iron sphere broke and sparks were scattered due to friction when it blew?

The point is, it's the same as a bomb. But it takes a little while to make that one. It's much quicker to pull massive wind magic and free it in a certain direction.

Use may rather be limited.

"Shield Hall."

Sylvastol appeared overhead at the tip of Ishur's gaze.

The magic gleams slightly around the Spirit of Gold and fades thinly into the darkness at night.

"What's up? Is something wrong?"

Sylvastre is positioned at Fort Bendeke to alert the perimeter, and Northeast of the Fort Northeast of Northehild to alert the wider area.

"Was the earlier magic Lord Shields?

"Oh."

"Right..."

Silvastol slightly distorted its strong face.

"Did you use the magic of gold and wind at the same time"

"Yes."

"Even though it's little magic.... Terrible."

"Is there a problem too?

"No."

Silvastol distorted his lips and pulled up its ends.

"There's only one person in this man's world who can do that, Lord Shield."

Silva turned her gaze away and pulled in a grin. The Spirit captured something in the dark.

"... that human woman is strong too. I just want to make it work for once."

When he said so, the Spirit of Gold vanished in honour of Ishur.

A slight remnant of magic drifts into the night sky.

……

Ishur turned his gaze towards Silva's seer.

Inside the fort, someone approaches next to a line of several barracks. When the person disappeared into the shadow of the walls, the next moment he appeared right in front of Ishur.

Shadows dancing in the dark at night. Long, spreading hair moonlights and glows silver.

"Ishl."

A high woman's voice leans right next to Ishl.

"Refia......"

Ishur called the woman's name as she shrugged.

……

A missing moon is trying to hide in the western mountains.

The brilliance of the stars brings freezing cold air.

They didn't say anything for a while and remained silent. I turned myself over as time went by when I was just one.

"Refia."

Eventually Ishur called her name again.

"Oh, the..."

Her exhalation fades. I have long eyelashes lying down.

"I'm sorry, I got involved.... all my fault."

"Hmm?"

As Ishur turned to Lifia and stared as she peered in from the side, she slowly turned her jaw up and missed her face.

It also came right back and stared back at Ishur directly in the front.

"Ugh..."

Ishur took his breath unexpectedly.

Lifia's eyes were wet.

But at the same time, it floats a powerful light and does not take its gaze off Ishl at all.

"Yes, the Grand Duke used to call me Frontera. That's when we talked. Well, there's a marriage story with a man in Beervald."

... Hmm. That's the same story Petra and Marya told me.

After all that noise with Refia, I'm not talking about this in particular. Ishur was thinking about speaking up to her, even when no one else was around. Lifia also waited for the opportunity to speak with Ishul alone.

"At that time, the Grand Duke said there was no need to rush back. And somehow, I started talking about old Bervaldo and Orbella, the causes of both houses."

Rifia's story was pretty much the same as Petra's or Marya's.

"For a moment when I heard the Grand Duke, I could not understand. Now I think that Henrik has offered two choices: whether to belong to the Grand Duke's faction and choose to marry Lord Hanes, or whether to forgive Ishur and pursue him. I was confused and could not refuse the Duke's marriage story on that occasion. Henrik said there was no need to hurry, but we should have hurried back..."

Rifia shyly turned her face aside in the "Do you forgive and pursue Ishur" crap.

... I see. I simply thought like the Grand Duke slapped Lifia in the ass, but she herself thought and felt something else.

"But it was bigger to me than what Petra told me after that."

Lifia once again put her efforts into the eyes that looked at Ishur.

"Petra told me that I should get out of the Borderline House."

……

Ishur was silent and nodded small.

Petra, no, Marya. I guess they knew exactly how Refia felt, how distressed she was, how lost she was.

... I don't know why.

"Out of my book, I am free. Your duty as an aristocrat is also free from uncertainty."

That means you don't have to take revenge on me for killing your father, or ignore your marriage to the Duke's. Of course, for her now, my father's vengeance is supposed to be over.

"Hehe."

Lifia accidentally laughed out loud there.

"Now we can chase Ishl, forever, everywhere, together"

Even the darkness at night can tell that Refia's cheeks are dyed red.

"... unless Ishur is annoying"

"Yes, no"

Ishur accidentally turned his back on his face. I can see my cheeks getting red.

... it's cold now? No, it's hot...... It's from, but it's on fire.

"Together forever," you said...

"So you're out of your league already?

Ishur accidentally ate. I couldn't say it right.

"No, not yet."

"Right."

"but sooner or later I'm going to pull it out"

Lifia turns her thoughtful gaze to Ishur, who exhaled in relief.

"Huh?"

Ishur accidentally rang his throat.

... got out of here. You're going to cut me loose, Refia.

Oh, you mean I'm responsible?

"It's my unconsciousness that I decided so much and didn't turn down the story the Grand Duke gave me"

Rifia has become a serious face and bowed her head to Ishl.

"I'm sorry, Ishur. I can't believe I duel at a time like this.... maybe Henrik leaked it to Beervald, or Lord Hanes pinched it in his ear somewhere."

"Oh, oh..."

Heavenly dispensation? Once again, I got over the danger...... Her story slipped away.

"... nothing, that's fine"

For Hanes, I am a love vendetta. You can't be so knowledgeable about that that you didn't have anything to do with Refia.

Ishur thought of her crying face then when Lifia challenged her to a duel at the Duke of Dielard's residence.

... I'm a party, too. Involved, I can't say what a misbehaving thing to do.

"And one more thing I want to ask you..."

When he realized, Rifia was staring at Ishl, putting together a much different air than before.

As always, it doesn't change what I'm trying to say......

"Ishur fights with the“ sword of the wind, "doesn't he?

"Don't be. I don't have anything else to fight him for. He's the one who specified it."

Since then, Petra has been in between, and early tomorrow morning, in the square in the fort, he starts a duel with the sunrise, holding one of his gains from each other in his hand. It was arranged that no other magic would be used.

"That“ white sword of the Duke's house ". Much like the arrow of my martial arts god, but if Ishur..."

"I don't have a problem with that. Once the sword of the wind begins to activate, no one, no matter what they do, will be able to help."

Sometimes, as in Paola Pierca, powerful magicians come ambushing from the ground, and so on. If you use such dirty hands, even if you can beat me, your life as the son of the Duke of Hanes will be over.

"Oh well. Will it still be a one-sided battle"

"Oh."

Refia, for a moment, represented a slightly palliative color, but soon became a difficult face.

"So, is the death of Lord Hanes decided yet?"

"The sword of the wind doesn't really add up or subtract. I don't want to kill that Duke's boy either."

Beirvald is the highest nobleman of the clans assembled on the north side. The death of the man is not politically advisable. There may also be some influence on the battle (wasabi).

The Duke family has made quite a battle effort regarding the endurance of the fortified city of Antilla. Hanes' death will be something that both the Grand Duke and Henrik will want to avoid if we think about the future.

"Well, I'll have to try"

That man's white sword, naturally, will take the lead. Nelly's bracelet doesn't work in that situation. But his sword can't hurt me. Where his sword speed has fallen, if he releases the sword of the wind only aiming at the white sword, Hanes may not die.

... That's all I can think of. I don't even know if it will work.

"Okay. I'm not in a position to say it anyway. If Ishur can't lose, he can't say anything more."

I know what Refia's trying to say. Please don't kill Hanes, I guess that means.

"I will go to bed now. What about Ishr?"

"Oh, I'm gonna go to bed too"

Jumping down both walls, there are shadows coming from the tented square.

A lord-like figure who could obey a knight.

"This evening, Lord Ishur"

The person was Hanes' father, the Duke of Lexel Beervald.

"This evening, Duke."

Ishur meets his opponent in a small voice. Refia continues.

"... Hmm"

The Duke laid his hand on his beard and glanced at Rifia, next to Ishl.

"I'd like to speak with Lord Ishur for a moment..."

"Okay. Then I'll do it."

Lifia guessed agile and, when she said "good night" to Ishur, disappeared into the shadows lined up in the barracks.

"... so what is the story?

"Lord Ishur!

So suddenly, the Duke hugged Ishl.

"I couldn't convince Hanes!

The grievous screams of a magnificent man echo in Ishur's ear.

"That's all I said. I've told you many times not to imitate me stupid!

……

Ishur sighed heavily in his heart and dropped his disappointed shoulder.

... I guess so. Even that man won't be able to pull back anymore. Besides, Petra will be there.

"All you have to do is tell your lord. Will you listen to me?"

That, I don't know if I can manage not to kill my son, or something like that.

The Duke is crying hard on Ishur's shoulder.

Ishur glanced up at the night sky.

Why do you have to get caught up in a duel at a time like this...

The morning sun edges the walls of the castle, which have collapsed somewhere, into a black shadow.

Around the square, north of the fort, bells are ringed by castle soldiers and knights.

The sun is not yet plunged into the fort, and the darkness of dawn is heavily sunk there.

It has all the faces of those who revealed the night at Fort Bendeke, including Ishur and Hanes, who walked about twenty long steps (skulls, about 13 m) in the middle of the square and relative, plus the other lead actor in this duel, Rifia, Petra the witness, and the Duke of Beervald, who is solid with a blue face.

Mira and Nina equally hold their hands in front of their chests, looking equally anxious and staring at Ishur.

"It's time to get started."

I heard Petra right next to Ishur.

"You're a witness, aren't you? Why are you beside me?"

"Oh, yeah, I did."

Petra walks towards the north wall halfway between Hikoko, Ishur and Hanes.

By the way, Ishur is on the west side of the square, and Hanes is on the east side, facing each other.

"Lord Hanes, are you sure?

Hanes bowed down gracefully with his left hand against his chest when Petra spoke to him.

Ishur stared at Hanes.

Red cape in armor, didn't sleep much last night or not looking good.

There's no tension, no excitement, no anger, no struggle, nothing empty on his face. I don't have an expression.

You look like you've already given up everything.

……

Ishur sighed small and spoke to Hanes and Petra, both of them.

"Before we get started, I have a suggestion."

"What?"

……

When they saw Ishur, Ishur said with a thin grin.

"If I do it here, I'll blow up the fort's walls.... right, why don't we do it over there"

Ishur said, pointing to the western castle gate.

"The gates?"

"Above the gate of the castle."

Has the castle gate on the west side of the fort been recently repaired, or has a gate been installed that tightens the brand new Round Tai with an iron frame?

The top of the gate is handed over by an iron frame, just like an average platform, wide enough for a person to stand and walk on it. Nothing like a protrusion that inhibits an intruder is particularly attached.

"What do you think?

Ishur said to Hanes with a smile on his face.

"Fine."

Hanes smiled there for the first time today.

"Okay."

Ishur jumped quickly and flew to the south end of the gate.

A mixed voice with admiration rises from the surroundings.

A place that has been quiet until now will eventually overflow with people's noisy voices. All come to the south gate, gathered beneath Ishur's feet.

... Sounds good.

Ishur looked around from the top of the gate.

The northern lake marshes stretch forward, with nothing to block them from. There is a slight view of the city of Antilla at the edge of the walls.

There is no one else on the walls. There is a risk of windswords caught in the wind, and a circular has been sent out by the fort's defensive captain in advance to avoid climbing the walls and looking.

Ishur's surroundings were wide open. There was nothing in the way of waving the sword of the wind.

"Hmm?"

Bright magic brightens at the edge of vision. Moments, it drew the tail of a dazzling light and crossed Ishur's present.

Hanes stands on the north side of the gate with a thin sword shining in silver.

... I see. That's the magic equipment the Duke's man has. Pretty good.

Let's get started.

Hanes tells me to sharpen his eyes. That was a more temperamental look earlier. He doesn't want to end up with just Kasayamako.

"All right, come on"

"Wait!

When Ishur grabbed the pattern of his father's sword, he heard a voice from the one over his head.

The magic is brilliant. Norte Hild reveals himself.

"Sword Palace, let's not have to wave the sword of the wind against our human opponents. I'll lend you my sword."

"Norte did?

Hanes nodded one thing as Ishur shifted his gaze from Norte Hild to Hanes.

"I don't mind."

"Sword Palace, then use this"

Norte Hild has swung his sword out as he turned his right hand toward his left hip.

Until now, what was not even visible to Ishl's eyes takes the form of a slender straight knife with a colorless translucent glow.

A sword that Norte, thought to be left-handed, pulled out of his left hip with his right hand. That's......

... Again. I was staring at something.

So the Golden Spirit, Silbastol's voice, echoed in his brain.

... The Spirit of this Wind was hidden. Probably a double swordsman, or "right” is the real deal.

Silva's voice sounds a little regrettable.

"Phew."

Norte laughed small and threw a sword at Ishl.

The sword of the stripper fell as it twirled and rotated, and it subsided to be sucked into the right hand of the offered Ishur.

The sword of the Spirit of the translucent wind materialized when it touched Ishur's hand, becoming a beautiful sword of the blades. The pattern is white, the crosshairs with gold embellishments on silver, and the blades sparkle enough to say majestic.

"This is..."

"My true sword is over there. I do use both swords, but it is my sword that is right-handed and wields."

Ishur grabbed Norte's sword with one hand.

Moderate weight and rigid unity. Feels similar to Nelly's sword......

Like a hidden sword, so to speak.

Ishur looked up at Norte and said.

It's a secret sword. Usually he fights on the left and rolls out his sword on the right of the special when he has to...... Like that?

"Hmm, is that what it is?

"Are you sure? Rose."

"The Sword Palace is in trouble. I don't mind."

"... ok"

"If you build that sword with the will to fight, the Sword Palace will be able to handle it without suffering."

Norte said he would glance sideways at Hanes staring at this one.

"How much is the" Remembrance of the Martial God ”? The Sword Palace never loses."

"Oh, thank you. Let me use it."

"Uhm."

Norte Hild snorted and disappeared much quicker. A slight brilliance of wind magic disappears into the morning sun as it pierces horizontally.

... you windy spirits. That's unpleasant. If the Shield is also in trouble with his weapons, please speak to me from now on. Use the best, be it swords, shields, or armor.

I hear Silva's voice as regrettable as ever.

... Ok. Please do it then. Silva.

... um.

Silva's satisfied voice makes his signs go away.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Use this sword. Ready?"

Ishur showed Hanes the sword he borrowed from Norte and said:

The Norte sword, materialized, does not change anything from the normal sword in the world and the feeling it holds in its hands.

"Uhm, a beautiful sword. The sword of the great spirits of the wind, let it taste especially."

Hanes has said it with a mouthful like some swordsman.

……

Ishur nodded silently with Norte's sword in his hands.

The two duels began to flow quietly.

Hanes is at the end of the iron frame of the straight stretched gate. His figure disappeared the moment that the white sword was pointed at Ishl.

At the same time Ishur took a step on his right leg and put it forward.

At that moment, the world disappeared. Countless wind streams blow on Ishl from where Hanes stood.

Things around him disappeared, the people looking back from the square disappeared, and the scenery was invisible.

A stream of wind blows through the bright water-colored space around Ishl.

... This is a world of wind...

When I looked at Norte's sword tip, he was shining translucent again, losing his entity.

On the right side of its sword tip, a white glowing sword muscle emerged to cut off the flow of wind.

A world where time and space have been accommodated in the wind.

A foreign body tries to break in there.

Ishur put his full strength on both arms and waved his sword to cut it off from the diagonal.

I didn't need any special sword moves. I'm glad I felt the wind flow and just put it in my hand.

The white light distorts and disappears across the wind that blows.

……

When Ishur grated Norte's sword, the windy world disappeared.

"Whoa."

"Oh."

Countless voices rise from the square just below.

"Ishur!"

"Master Ishr!

I can see Mira and Petra screaming mixed in with cheers at all times.

"Knock."

Hanes was stepping out his right leg wide, trying to throw his whole body forward and sticking his sword out to Ishl.

Beervald's white sword, the memory of the Martial God, had its blade broken near the ground and its tips were gone.

"I win."

Ishur said to Hanes, who was stunned and hardened.

"Let there be no remorse after that."

"... I understand"

Ishur nodded one and turned his face to the side, trying to get down to the square.

"What does your lord intend to do with Lord Lifia?"

At that time, Hanes' words struck him in the ear.

……

Ishur turned his face to Hanes again, staring at his blue-white face.

... they poked me where it hurts.

"I don't know. But that's not your concern anymore."

Ishur turned his gaze from Hanes toward the mountain. I saw the mountains of North Brektas, toward the castle fortress on the North Line.

"It's up to you to live in love and die in love, but at least that's after the war is over. Do your duty to the nobles."

Ishur did not wait for Hanes' words, but found a gap between the people gathered in the square and jumped.

Ishur looked around from there and shouted up.

"Refia, Mira! Let's go!"

"All right!"

"Master Ishr!

The knights and castle soldiers around them retreat to Ishur's sword curtain.

Mira floated in the air on Sharka's shoulder. A flash of magic ran, and a red-dyed rifia of eyes jumped off the people's walls and stepped down in front of Ishl.

"I'm going to drop Castle Carnas"

Karnas is a small castle at its highest height, at the height of the Balstal Castle Fortress group.

Mount Tennoyama or the 203rd Highlands. The basics of suppressing important highlands on the battlefield remain unchanged, both in East and West, and in this world.

... hold down the highest peak of the North Line to hold enemy forces under your eyes and intimidate them. After that, the tuning will go well.

That was the first, maneuver of the seizure of the North Line Castle Army, which Ishur told Rusla.

First I control and maintain Carnas with Rifia, Mira and Sharka, and the Norte and Silva of the Spirit.

"After that, do as you're supposed to."

Ishur told Rusla, who came out of a crowd of people in front of him.

"I asked you, Ishr"

"Be careful."

Petra and Maryah also came out before Ishur.

From behind them, Nina stares at Ishur.

Rifia grabbed Ishur's shoulder.

……

Ishur nodded silently at Petra and jumped up into the dawn sky.