Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

"This is..."

Before Ishur, several books of the history of the Kingdom of Ladis were spread out on the desk.

A line of letters written on slightly dull parchment paper.

The kingdom history immediately below was from the days of King Jeremiah.

Nina said, it had a record of Lene, the forest witch, going to the Brectas underground temple.

On several occasions, Ishur followed the text with his eyes.

Sixteen years of King Jeremiah's reign, January of the summer of King 832 (July)

Brektas underground temple dispatcher returns to King's Capital a few seasons later than planned. The survivors are two court magicians, five righteous knights, and twelve other squires. One of the wounded is Baron Lehne Bersch, head. Five other Demon Instructors, two Orthodox Knights, and others are killed in battle. Only Baron Bersch fights Malefioa in the deepest part of the underground temple and is wounded as a result. In Malefioa, a great blow can be inflicted on this, but it cannot be destroyed. Baron Bersch's wounds are still unhealed and he doesn't talk about finesse.

Rifia speaks from the side.

"... that's all. That's oddly light."

……

Ishur looked at the side of Lifia and said.

"As the text suggests, this investigation seems to have ended in failure. Lene would have been over a hundred years old, and a lot less powerful."

… is the royal codified national history. Naturally, you wouldn't want to go into details about the inconvenience to yourself.

As for Lene, he has the magic of the wind, so he might have had the power to fight that monster even when he was a hundred years old.

"You have five demon conductors dead. Were you hit by demons before you ran into Malefioa..."

"... were you involved in the battle between Baron Lehne and Malefioa, or? You won't be able to fight Malefiore with a covert magician."

Lifia said what Mira said.

In the literature of history, later, as an effect, "Dilong II, Big Tooth Bear IV on the Road. Red Eyed Wolf, Small Devil (Cobolt) Many. Evil spirits and many others in the underground temple cave" and "Magic Gear XII as a spoils of war".

"I hear there will still be demons in the underground temple. And the loot..."

Ishur pointed to that sentence on the paper, while expressing his doubts.

"From the time of the Urk dynasty, the treasures left behind by Baltar were supposedly sleeping in the underground temple of Brektas, where there was supposedly the temple of Baltar, a distant ancient god. Both Urk and the Kingdom of Ladis and other nations have dispatched numerous crusades centered on the Magic Instructor, who called it the destruction of Malefioa, the enemy of the gods who supposedly lived there. After destroying Malefioa, he may have tried to earn the treasure left by the Arakami."

Mira began to speak in a harsh tone to Ishur's questions.

"Sometimes by bounty hunters and big merchants who dreamed of honor and grabbing a thousand dollars, a powerful private army was organized by the clerics of the Cathedral Church, similarly aiming for the underground temple. But as you know, neither the private army nor the crusaders dispatched by the nations were able to destroy Malefioa. They all failed to crusade Malefioa, and lost their lives in an underground temple, in a cave on the way."

The same gaze pours on Mira.

"That's why the underground temple of Brektas is sleeping with magic equipment that had been held by an executed magician or bounty hunter, as well as a well-known weapon. Once upon a time Royal Ladis had sent fact-finding and crusading teams to the underground temple not only to destroy Malefioa, but also to retrieve the magic and weapons left by them sleeping underground and make them royal."

"I see. So the loot says how many magic items you acquired"

Ishur said up a distorted grin there.

... and Malefiore himself is a magic collector...

It's not just an enemy of the gods. If you destroy Malefioa, you will probably gain a powerful, legendary kind of magic equipment. Fact is, he has one crack of red jade stone.

"I can't even hear the King's Capital, but I wonder if there's a party of skilled bounty hunters who still challenge the underground temple of Brektas"

"Really?

Ishur's eyes are opened.

And it sparkled.

... I didn't know that. Doesn't that mean dungeons? Adventurers dreaming of a thousand bucks come together......

"Uh, uh, Mr. Ishl..."

Nina calls me out in an awkward way.

"Mm, what?

Ishur turned his glittering eyes to Nina.

"You know, Ishul's got something wrong. I don't think Brektas' underground temple is a sleeping ruin or anything like the many treasures in the story. It's not a place where bounty hunters and hunters come together from all over the continent."

Lifia came out of her mouth from the side.

She said, "If it had been such a famous place, it would have been more widely known before, wouldn't it?," he continued.

……

Ishur turned flashy.

...... you lifia.

In my heart, it was well read.

"It's like the Royal Family sending a fact-finding team. You can't go very deep underground without a really strong bounty hunter's party. Lifia's right, you know, ruins, things like that."

"Right...... Right."

What Rifia and Mira say is fine.

Indeed, if there were a dungeon where bounty hunters and parties from all over the continent would have been heard in my ears before.

... Anyway, now the connection between Lene, the forest witch, and Malefiore is clear.

And so is the Jeremiah's Library. There was a recap of Lene over there.

Now what the Duke of Oberline's head of magic, Semus Alerid - a former court magician formerly known as Royal Ladis' Sanjie - said, "If you want to know about Lehne, explore the Royal Jeremiah's Library", that is, three points: Malefiore, Lehne and Jeremiah's Library, will be fully connected.

I just don't know exactly what that is...

The national history in front of us says, "It will not come true to destroy (Malefioa). Baron Bersch's wounds are still not fully healed, and he does not speak of finesse".

"Don't worry about not talking about the details of the commission. Well, it's just that Lene didn't want to talk because he was defeated and wounded by Malefiore, I guess..."

"Hmmm......"

"I guess that's what this is all about"

Rifia and Mira nod.

"Oh, that."

So the tallest of the trio, Jane has spoken.

……

He went on to say that Ishur did his gaze to Jane and nodded small to show it.

"Once again, just ten years later, after a fact-finding team was dispatched, headed by Baron Lehne, a fact-finding team has been dispatched to the underground temple of Brectas..."

Ishur glanced at the national history on the right, spread out on his desk.

Ten years after going to the underground temple of Lehne, a fact-finding team has been formed again and has gone to the same land since the king replaced the replacement of Johannus from Jeremiah. At this time we encountered Malefioa in the underground temple, but the battle did not take place and he is quickly retreating, gaining the magic of the loot and returning. More than a dozen dead and wounded, from the wizard to his squire.

A further decade later, exactly nine years later, the same investigation team was dispatched, but this is turning back in front of the underground temple. The dead didn't have to leave.

"I think this is because Baron Lehne didn't tell us more about his battle with Malefioa. So King Johannus thought of investigating Malefioa again, at the same time as obtaining his treasure.... King Johannus may not have even known that Baron Lehne could not beat Malefiore. Or did you wonder that the Baron was defeated..."

"Phew."

Ishur said with a grin to Jane.

"I guess so. The third dispatch is that the Malefiore crusade was for an ostensible purpose, in fact the collection of magic equipment may have been the main purpose"

……

Jane nodded as she looked happy.

... so you can read the “line to line” of national history. Although there is no certainty that the inference is correct.

Ishur let his gaze wander.

The sun slipped through the small window provided above, and countless little dusts were seen drifting fluffy.

"I still have to read Lene's recap of this..."

"Lene's recap?

Refia reacts to Ishur, who told her to whine.

"Oh, that's..."

Ishur told Mira and Rifia that it was the Jeremiah's Library before she was summoned.

"A retrospective of the sword of the previous generation Yveda..."

"Ki, I feel dangerous, the book"

Lifia shrugs and Nina turns her worried face to Ishl.

"It's okay. As magical as Lene is, let him bounce back."

Ishur giggles and answers Nina.

"But you're Ishr. You can still talk about Yveda's sword, right? In the meantime, until about ninety years ago, we found out that Malefioa existed in the underground temple of Brektas."

and Mira.

... She's just like Nina, maybe worried about me reading Lene's recap.

But I'm curious what Petra's Spirit, Uromira, said. We must also look into the immortality of Malefioa. I'd like to know what the battle between Lene and Malefiore was like, if that's possible.

A similar statement in national history. Perhaps not only Lehne herself, but also the Ladis royal family of time, didn't want her defeat to be taboo, didn't want much else to know. So it happened again after the king was replaced, like an investigation team was dispatched. I wonder if much of what happened in the battle between Lehne and Malefiore, in the investigation of the underground temple, was covered up in the days of King Jeremiah.

So neither Petra, nor Marya, nor perhaps Henrik, knew of the underground temple of Lehne.

Then all I have to do is hit that book, Lene's recap.

However, the subtleties of how far Lene has also left off one case with Malefiore in his own recap......

I still haven't told the Miras what Uromyra said, that even I can't completely destroy Malefioa.

I don't really want to talk about it, but I can't keep it a secret from them forever. I'll talk to you later.

"... ah, oh. There are no Malefiore descriptions in the records of the investigation team eighty years ago, but ninety years ago they seem to have been well encountered. Can I still think of this as having that monster in the underground temple of Brectas?

Ishur said with a slight look to fix it.

"Were the books on Malefioa also available in the Jeremiah's Library, as well as an appendix to the history of the ancient Urk kingdom? Then there's no other way to find out. Do you want to find and ask even the elderly ex-director who lives in Wang Du?

"Right..."

Ishur said, looking towards the door on the north side. Someone approaches me from the codification office manager's office.

The door opened and Piersh Izreek, the head of the codification room himself, showed his face.

"It's kind of noisy. How's it going?

Piersch looked around at the Ishurs as they walked into the browsing room alone.

The tone is fluent and the expression doesn't look angry.

"Finally found the description of Malefioa."

Ishur said, staring into the face of the codification room and secretary general.

There is a slight force in his eyes.

"Didn't the secretary know that the royal family had sent several Marefore crusades, no investigative teams, to the underground temple of Brectas?

"Hmm... that seems to have happened before"

……

Ishur said, just for a moment, placing Piersch between his glances.

"If you knew, you could have told me in advance"

This old man was naturally told by Marya or Henrik what I was looking into in the National History Browsing Office and the Jeremiah's Library.

"I haven't heard the details. From His Majesty... no, no need to pry from His Highness Petra."

Piersch said with a slight glance at the roll of paper on the south wall where Ishur wrote out the keyword.

"Well, I guess I figured out more or less what I was looking into with that."

……

Ishur nodded silently.

... Let's just say I believe this old man now.

"By the way, Secretary, did you know there was a recap of Lehne in the Jeremiah's Library"

Ishur turned his gaze south, toward those with the Royal Library, and when he took a breather he bumped into another question.

"of the sword of Yveda, a recap......"

When Piersch gave him a slightly contemplative look, he opened his eyes wide and looked back at Ishur.

"Oh, Lord. Did you see and see the recap?"

Piersch clogged the words. There is a sweat on the old man's forehead at some point, revealing agitation.

"No. Not yet."

Only slightly, the ends of Ishur's lips are distorted.

...... this reaction of Piersch. Interesting......

"Oh well."

Piersch nodded loudly as he exhaled his relieved breath.

"Hehe. It's still dangerous, isn't it?

Ishur couldn't stop, laughing out loud. But my eyes aren't laughing at all. On the contrary, even ferocious colors were floating.

Piersch knows something about retrospectives.

"... I can't say anything about that. No..."

The chief secretary grazed his white jawbeard and rubbed it against the scab.

"Certainly dangerous, maybe. Your Eminence, would you mind not touching that Baron Bersch recap for a while? I have something I want to look into.... I've seen it somewhere before..."

The last one was like a single word, and I couldn't even hear Ishl clearly.

"Find out?"

"Um. I was wondering if it would take a few days. I need to catch some old paperwork and check it out. I can't talk about details right now."

Ishur floated a slightly suspicious light, staring at the old man.

"Then I'll help you with the research and the..."

"Ishl."

So, the rifia has been blocking me from behind.

One, Sharka, who was sitting away, stands silently.

Now from the hallway outside the room, there were signs of multiple people approaching.

"Mmm."

Now who...

The signs of the people stopped in front of the National History Browsing Room where the Ishurs were, and the door on the hallway side was opened.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Your Highness Petra."

The first person to come inside was a made-headed Christina.

Christina quickly retreated aside, followed by Petra entering alongside Marya. Behind me I can follow the Marido sisters.

"Petra!

Jane and the others quickly fell back and knelt on the spot, surprised.

Rifia, Nina, Mira, and Pierce lower their heads with their left hands against their chests.

Only Ishur smiled slightly, watching Petra and Marya.

... Is this what Marya was without? She went to the rear palace to get Petra.

"Oh, Ishl."

Petra talks to me with a happy face. If she had a tail, she'd probably have been swayed up.

"They found it. Malefiore records."

"Oh."

"Can you show it to my concubine?"

When Petra said so, she approached Ishur with a chick.

"It doesn't say anything big."

"Hmm?"

So Petra finally noticed Jane and the others kneeling trying to hide between desks and chairs. And waved one hand toward them, saying, Don't suffer, make it easier.

With his face up, Jane and others are stunned by the intimate exchange between Ishur and Petra.

"Hmm..."

Petra turns a blind eye to the national history spread over her desk.

"Eighty years ago with the newest record."

And, Marya from the side.

"Did you still stay in the underground temple of Brectas?"

Petra makes a difficult face while doing her hand on that little jaw with "hmm".

"Sounds like it. In the end, we're going to go to the underground temple."

Ishur said with much indulgence that he was about to blow out into Petra's tricks.

"Baron Lehne came a hundred years ago."

But Petra is serious, in itself.

She has raised her face and stared straight into Ishur's eyes.

"Malefioa still lurks, no doubt, in the underground temple. Concubine thinks so."

"... hmm?

Ishl tries to shake his neck. The light lit Petra's eyes.

"This is not the cause. Lene went to the underground temple of Brektas a hundred years ago."

That night, Ishur told Mila, Rifia and Nina, gathered in their chambers, about the immortality and immortality of Malefioa.

"Actually, I have something to tell you all."

……

"What's going on? All of a sudden, it just happened."

When Ishur looked around and said with him, they had all turned their gaze silently to Ishur, but Rifia had put it out in her mouth and listened. A cup of tea is placed in her mouth. Her blue eyes are pointed at Ishl.

After dinner, there were other Sharka, Lucia and Romir in Ishur's living room.

Marya returned to the rear palace with Petra from then on.

When the two of them left after that, Piersch spoke to Ishl.

"It wasn't earlier. Baron Bersch's recap.... I remember hearing about it in a long time ago or seeing it. Until then, can you wait to read that book?"

"Okay."

Ishur did not hide his dissatisfaction and let him snort reluctantly.

... I have no choice. It's a recap of Lene. More powerful magic is likely to be cast, not to the extent of the summoning formation of the Dark Spirit.

If it's going to be rough, it might as well be after examining Claus Ruhardt's manuscript. There could be significant damage to the Jeremiah's Library itself.

Whatever happens to Sonier Papeek, it's not what I found out......

"What do you look into, by the way? Where..."

Ishur softened his expression and tried to ask Piersch a question.

"I can't teach you that. Well, old writing or something."

Piersch blocked Ishur's words along the way.

... writing.

Ishur now stared at Piersh with a sharp gaze.

"I see.... a record that can't be put in national history. Is that what you're looking at?"

"Well, that's the thing.... I was wondering if you knew the Royal Investigation Mission had been dispatched to the underground temple in Brektas. A hundred years ago and an old record, but for me it's the most important thing to do, to decide what to put in national history and what not to put on it. It's never all in national history."

Ishur turned his attention to Rifia and rubbed his hand against his own jaw. After Petra and the others returned, I was reflecting on the interaction I had with the secretary general, whom I had been pushing back.

... I'm very curious, but it still looks like you should read Lene's recap after Piersch's research. That's it, you might find something new.

Ishur distracted himself from Rifia and said as he looked towards Mira and Nina.

Everyone sits in multiple benches in the living room.

Sharka and Lucia, Romir, stand behind them, at the edge of the room.

"Petra's covenant spirit, Uluomira, told me. You can't destroy Malefiore completely. But it looks like we can take the red stone."

……

"It's..."

Rifia, Mira and Nina are all amazed and think in a difficult face.

"Malefioa is considered a demon born on the basis of a shard of resentment from Fioa's sister, the god of water.... Is that why"

Introduction Mira opened her mouth.

"A shard of God, so you can't even shoot Ishr..."

and Refia.

"Hmm."

Ishur was summoned by Petra the night he stayed in the village of Vocali and traced back his memory when he spoke directly to Uromira.

"... Uluomira said Malefioa has the“ curse of God "..."

"The curse of God, is it..."

When Ishur told him to squeal, Mira said with an even more difficult face.

"But Mr. Ishl has a sword of the wind. If it's God's work, even if it's a" God's curse, "I think it's a" God's shard. "

Nina said rarely and clearly, I assure you.

"Right. Lord Nina is right. Didn't Petra's Spirit Palace say," You need to slash the shard of God directly with the sword of the wind, that's hard, "

And, Refia.

"Maybe..."

Ishur looked around at them again, grinning lightly.

"But Malefioa's lurking deep underground, isn't he? Using a wind sword in a place like that would be a big deal. If there's a widespread and massive downfall, we're Buddha too.... It's a little impossible to use that business."

Well, it's not like I don't have any hands at all.

If, for example, under Malefioa, you just dive into your abdomen and poke from bottom to top, a relatively small hole would just reach the ground, and there would be no collapse or collapse.

I don't know if I can do the art of going under him and poking the shards of God directly.

"... Oops bump?

... Oops.

Ishur said, turning a thinly floated grin into a deceptive laugh.

"Uh, I'm going down with Malefiore"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Does this mean that Ishur will follow the same path as Baron Lehne?"

Mira said in a slightly dissatisfied manner.

"Malefiore fought in the cathedral, and the main body was not summoned."

"Does the Malefiore body mean immortal... or will it come back to life, defeated or defeated?"

"I guess so. Whether you chop off your neck or turn your torso into two straight pieces, it sticks right together. Perhaps they will soon regenerate, whether they wipe out parts of their bodies or burn them down."

Ishur said with a flickering wave of one hand that he was doing well.

... Is it like Hydra? Surely Hercules and Iolaos cut off Hydra's neck, burned the marks and exorcised her?

Malefiore's neck is one, but you won't be able to burn the marks that slashed it off.

"You mean the sword of Yveda once, Lene, was also used up his magic in a long battle, and that wounded him?"

Lifia also said as she put her hand at the tip of her jaw and thought about it.

"But the purpose is not to kill that monster. If we can get the stone of the god of the earth, the other red jade stone, that's fine."

Ishur said now, sticking his index finger up, swinging left and right.

"Well, yeah"

"That's right. You don't have to kill Malefiore."

"Then how..."

Lifia, Mira is followed by Nina's anxious voice.

"No, I'm not sure either. Why don't we just slash and carve Malefiore?

It's dangerous to be optimistic about how strong the Malefiore body is, but it's just a matter of being immortal, immortal, and I don't think the fighting power itself is so much.

That's a response to being summoned, somewhat predictable. Of course, compared to the Red Emperor Dragon and so on, it is natural that the strength cannot be matched by the concomitant demons.

"Even if we can't destroy him completely, we'll be able to put him on the verge of death. The red jade stone must be in his body. You'll be able to take it then. Let's disperse after that. He won't come after us to the ground. If it was inherited, you would be afraid to go out on earth and touch the eyes of the gods directly."

"Hmm. Ishur is clearly stronger than Baron Lehne, the sword of Yveda ahead. Unless it's a war of attrition, Ishur won't be taking a fall behind Malefioa."

And Lifia said.

... I don't know exactly how much wind magic Reine was using, but she would almost certainly have known the wind sword, and would have sifted its power along the existing wind magic.

If Lehne had used the sword of the wind, the record would have been handed down to the people. That's too big a trick to hide from people's ears and eyes.

"If you're Ishur, you'll never lose to Malefioa!

Mira told me to scream in a cheerful voice.

I'm going to stare closely into Ishur's eyes.

"Oh yeah......"

You don't have to lose, you don't have to win if you can't completely destroy your opponent, this is it.

"God's Curse......"

I laughed bitterly and nodded at Mira, Ishur, and I heard Nina squeaking from the side.

"What is the curse of God?... Kind of weird, isn't it? Anger, or something, I know. It seems a little strange that God curses you."

"It was the shards of God that formed the basis of Malefioa. If it's a shard, I'd say it's not God himself."

Refia says something sensible.

... The gods of this world, like the gods who appear in the various myths of previous life, also carry with them human emotions. Then it wouldn't be strange to have something like "God's Curse”.

"Master Ishur. Again, be careful fighting Malefioa"

When Mira turned sideways and looked at Nina silently, she said to Ishl with a serious look on her face.

"Baron Lehne may have been struck by the curse of God."

……

Ishur had done his hand to his chin, bowing his face down and thinking.

The women around continue to talk about Lene and Malefiore. Lucia and Romir went out of the room to make tea again.

... Lehne has resigned as a court demon mentor on the grounds of his old age two years after his return from the underground temple of Brectas. Naturally, that was also stated in the national history.

Then he roams the country probably for a few years or so and returns to the village of Bersch to settle in the woods east of the village, where he hides.

I remember hearing about this from around my father Else or Faro when I was a kid.

Lehne resigned from the court magician, or perhaps because he was wounded in the battle with Malefiore, not because of his old age. Maybe because the wound didn't heal completely......

Back then, then.

When Lene called me and I was about to get killed. That witch lived for over two hundred years, and because she lost a small amount of weight, so her face was full of wrinkles, and walking seemed like a hundred million robbers.

That old woman suspected I had magic equipment. I suspected that my brain, my head, and my magic equipment were integrated.

To live a little longer, Lene tried to crack my head open to regain her vitality when she was younger.

"But..."

Ishur can't hear anyone, he groaned in his mouth.

... a little bit, Mira is right...

"Really, he could have had a“ god curse ”on him. Maybe Malefiore did something to me."

That's why I retired as a court magician.

And I wandered the country and looked for a way to break that “curse"...

It's just speculation, imagination. It's not something I can be very sure of.

But the witch in the woods didn't use wind magic on a scale that I could tell from, at least since I was born. Of course, that could have been simply because I was old and faded.

Either way, this is all I can say with certainty.

Lene was greedy. To look inside my head, to get new magic gear, to know magic.

Yes...... She was still thirsty even though she was so old and faded.

"Um, Ishr?

"Hmm?"

When I noticed Lucia was standing right beside me.

On the table beside Ishur's sitting bench is placed her cup of tea.

"Oh, thank you"

Ishur thanked Lucia when she glanced at an elegant teacup with a pattern of tang grass on the white magnet.

"No. Um, I'm talking about Malefioa."

Lucia also turned her gaze to Mira.

"Why don't you go to the mercenary guild in Wangdu and find out? Once a few years or so, there may be calls for exploration of the underground temple in Brectas"

"Sometimes large nobles and rich mercenaries in the Mediterranean, armed mercenary regiments, parties, etc. may recruit," Lucia continued.

She doesn't have permission to view national history. Ishur is special and has not applied. But this evening's discussion led me to know the general circumstances. Or maybe in my usual conversation with Mira, I already knew about the approximation.

"In the cave of the underground temple, magic equipment from the exorcists and mercenaries who were killed in the past, right? So if you can find one or two magic tools and bring them home, you'll get enough money for the castle to build."

"Well, yeah,"

... Besides the Royal Ladis, the underground temple of Brectas is also challenged by dreaming of a thousand bucks, in other words, by the parties of flushing mercenaries and hunters, which was a story that was out in conversation with the Rifias during the day.

"Wonderful! Lucia."

So Mira raised her voice out loud.

"Master Ishur. Make sure you come to the Mercenary Guild of Ladislaus. The secretary has stopped you from viewing Baron Lehne's recap for a while, hasn't he? In the meantime, let's find out if any of the mercenaries have ever taken part in an underground temple expedition or if they have a record."

... There is no frequent presence of warcraft around the Wang capital, and there is good security along the streets. So I don't have much work to do to exorcise warcraft or escort caravans. If there is, it's about recruiting royal and aristocratic mercenaries.

But naturally, if the King's Capital, where many people gather, there will also be recruitment from far away countries.

Then it is possible that the recruitment of mercenaries involved in the underground temple of Brektas has also taken place in the past.

"Oh. Shall I? Just..."

"All right, Ishur. Let's go tomorrow."

"Mr. Ischl. I'll go, too!

Rifia and Nina made their names up loud and unbeatable by Mira.

"Ugh."

Ishur turned to the troubled faces and looked around at the rifias.

A flowing silver-haired, amazing girl. Another beautiful girl with luxurious blonde curly hair. Nina, too. Well, cute. Plus a made-up Sharka as big as that would follow.

No matter how many King's Capitals there are, if you walk them around, it's a little too conspicuous.

It's not like the battlefield. It is not an emergency. I'm not going to the deserted Yamano to exorcise the Warcraft.

Besides, if Marya and Petra found out about this, it would be a big deal......

"Uh. Um, I can't help but stand out when you all roll out all over the city. I'd like to reduce the number of people I go with if possible. Besides, the history of the kingdom also focuses on going to the underground temple in Lehne, about a few decades back and forth, and I'd like to do some more research."

"Hmm."

"That's right..."

……

Rifia, Nina snorts reluctantly. I don't know what Mira is, but she's smiling.

"I get it. We'll discuss who will accompany Ishur and we'll decide tomorrow."

Mira glanced at Rifia and Nina.

"Come on."

"Mmm."

Three girls, no, the sights of the women intersect.

Ishur accidentally rang his throat.

……

Behind the Rifias, who began to fight silently, with their eyes and eyes. And when he felt another gaze, he looked, and Lucia, who was behind him, smiled at Ishul.

"It's tough on you, too, Mr. Ischl."

Was there even a mix of mere scratches?

Romir has said that when the women are aligned and out of the room.

"Hey, what's up?"

Not now, Romir.

"If it's true, I'd be very jealous."

"No..."

It's too subtle a problem. Even if it's just the two men in the living room now, I don't know where they have ears. It's not safe to step in any further, is it?

"Have you decided who to choose yet?"

"Buh, ho."

Ishur coughed up unexpectedly.

... Oh, my God, he's asking me, this guy.

"Are you all right? Mr. Ishl."

Romir is nimble.

"You."

So Fu and Ishul looked serious.

Candlesticking down from the ceiling. And cantera lights hung on the wall. Its lights and shadows come up in sight.

Indoors, after the girls left, I feel like my heart only darkened.

Why I can't pick them. Reasons for unacceptability......

"I don't know when I'm going to die....... Malefiore is not the only one. Even the Red Emperor Dragon has to be killed."

When Ishur said with a thin grin, Romir also looked angry and serious.

... not really.

I'm not afraid of Malefiore. If you take the red jade stone, all you have to do is retreat. Even the Red Emperor Dragon won't lose now.

But not if the other person is the gods - the Moon God.

Eighty-nine with Lelia, you'll be fighting. The opponent is a god who presides over destiny and the underworld. I'm not going to win no matter how......

Ishur turned off his grin and glanced at the window.

A sumptuous statue of myself and Romir in glass. In that background there is a darkness that seems to have been anointed with ink.

Wouldn't that ruthless goddess move in the underground temple of Brectas next?

Like beating this darkness away.

How can I beat the moon god...

The statue of Romir in the window shivered slightly.

The next day.

Having breakfast alone in the living room, Romir went to see it, with signs of people between refrains.

When he called me to show his face, there was a Mira subordinate.

"Good morning, Ishr."

Mira twists her body and picks up the skirt hem with one hand to make it look good.

"Ugh..."

Ishur was beaten to the fresh look of Mira again since that day.

As then, Mira has had a simple white blouse on her bright young grass skirt, a small vine basket hanging on one hand and a blooming smile on Ishl.

He then put his rich hair together behind him and wrapped a triangular scarf with an understated grasshopper pattern around it.

It was behind her. Lucia on her face, standing in line with her usual faceless Sharka.

"Did you bring it? The clothes."

"Yes, Ishr."

Mira is in a good mood.

When I glanced at Lucia for a moment, she had an inclusive grin.

"Today's Mercenary Alliance visit will be accompanied by you."

"Yes."

Mira grinned at Lucia as she gazed at her.

"Rifia, my dear Nina, she was quite strong. But there was a chance. So, Mira, your daughter was ready for your patience."

Described the circumstances Lucia had decided on Mira.

"And by accompanying me and Sharka, you both managed to understand."

Lucia smiled victoriously.

"Oh, I see..."

Ishur returns an ambiguous grin.

... I think I'm just finishing this story. I don't need to hear more about what happened around here. Not at all.

"Shall we come then? Ishur."

Mira's smile made the morning sun shimmer.

But.

When I went out into the hallway with Romir's rambling "come on" voice, there was Rifia and Nina, and there was Marya.

"Hmm."

When I glanced at Mira, Marya turned her faceless face to Ishl. I've been staring.

……

Ishur made his face snap.

"I'm next. Ishl."

"I'm next. Mr. Ishl."

Riffia and Nina fold together in a row. Ishur now froze on the spot.

The guest hall of the West Palace, where Ishur and the others live, has a long corridor on the east side. Clean winter morning sunlight plunges in through its eastern window.

Large tall windows draw arches by the heavens and line up to the back. Upstairs, but the ceiling was unexpectedly high, and the light of the sun slipping diagonally extended continuously even felt majestic.

Leaving his back on the pillar between that window and the window, Rifia, armed in front of his chest, turns his sharp gaze to Ishl. Next to it, Nina grips her hands in front of her body and turns to Ishl.

What's next...

Ishur groaned in his heart gasping in a tense feeling that seemed to suffocate.

What happened last night... For some reason, there's Marya.

No, I don't think about it anymore. I feel dangerous just thinking about it. This place is limited to stopping thinking.

"Well, ho ho ho"

So Mira softened herself up.

With his nose tipped up right next to Ishur, Mira gives a powerful laugh with her back of her hand against her mouth.

……

Lifia, Marya, Nina lifts her eyebrows and stares at Mira.

"Ugh."

Ishur shuddered his whole body at the premonition of a mourning ground that was about to happen.

By the way, Sharka's usual silent expression, Lucia kept a cool smile on her face and showed no upset.

Ishur was the only one trembling.

"So long, Miss Mira, Ishur, you're not coming."

In front of the north gate of the royal castle, Lucia bowed correctly at the fold and said:

Mira, be careful.

and Sharka also stands next to Lucia and speaks up.

"Mira, please, the one with the magic of my God"

"Whoa?"

Ishur was surprised and accidentally gave a barbaric voice.

After that, Lucia broke in between and failed to make the rifias work. We all got our spears on Lucia's masterful rhetoric and didn't have to take care of it.

Lucia said, "Ishur will always devote plenty of time to Rifia, Nina and, of course, Marya," "because as we talked about last night, me and Sharka will come about together," and so on, and put together an immediate, pressing occasion well.

Then Mira obeyed Ishur, and the four men, Sharka and Lucia, took together and headed to the North Gate.

In front of the gate, a wagon of merchants delivering building materials, food and other groceries, such as timber and cut stones, formed a line.

Naturally, the Royal Castle is tough when you enter and easy when you leave. Romir gave the Knights the procedure, and Ishur and the rest of the line were able to get right out of the castle.

The square in front of the North Gate was the most heavily fought place in a battle with the United Kingdom army led earlier by Yuri Olura. It was the cobblestone that spread at his feet that the restoration was progressing, but all the buildings around him were completely destroyed, the stone statues and traces of King Elektraur, the ancestors of the Middle Hing of the Kingdom of Ladis, which was in the centre of the square, had yet to disappear, and no prospects for reconstruction had yet been forthcoming. The surrounding city was particularly badly damaged along the streets of the military capital stretching north, with few decent standing buildings to look beyond.

But in front of the castle gate, there was a train of merchants entering and leaving the royal castle, and the square was filled with many people and carriages, from merchants and craftsmen to women and children.

The mercenary union of Wang Duichi, to which Ishur and his men head, goes through Obere Street, commonly known as "Wang Dui Street," stretching from North Gate Square to the center of the city, but as he walked out of the castle gate towards that street on the east side, on his right, Lucia suddenly called out from behind, "Welcome."

As Ishur looked back, Lucia stood with a grin.

"Uh."

"Then please. Sharka, Lucia"

"Yes, Mira, my lady. We will be waiting for you here in front of the North Gate at 2: 00 pm (around 4: 00 pm)."

……

Mira nodding with a full grin.

"Uh, I see."

Ishur smiled bitterly and looked at Mira.

"Master Ishur, shall we come? Don't tell Mr. Riffia."

"Oh, oh."

Ishur nodded small.

… from the very beginning of today's Alliance trip, from the stage of discussions with the Lifias, things were carried as Mila and Lucia had written. The mercenary guild will be accompanied by Lucia and Sharka, so that they will give way to everyone and, in fact, the two will be escorted to the castle gate of the royal castle.

And then there's me and Mira. That's why.

"With the rebuilding of the city, the capital is busy everywhere."

Mira walks, wrapping her hands around her left arm.

……

Her smile gleams when she looks beside her.

Looking behind him, Lucia smiled and Sharka waved one hand with her usual faceless expression.

Through the square in front of the North Gate, take Mira and Wangdu Street to the city centre.

The streets were crawling with wagons and people going out.

On both sides of the road were everywhere, burnt in the great fires of the battle ahead and open spaces were spread, but everywhere the rubble was largely cleared, excavated huts and tents lined up, and building construction began.

The wagon was loaded with cut stones, wood, etc., and all the people, some with swollen hemp bags full of them on their backs, some with pots, and came and went with only some kind of luggage.

Occasionally among people, I see children in crude clothes holding cloth bags filled with pieces of wood. They would be inhabitants of the Glades. The end of the tree will also be used for fuel when using fire.

And mixed with the hustle and bustle of the people going down the road, you can hear the loud hammer pounding from there, the wild screams raised by craftsmen and husbands.

"That's a tough crowd. Everyone seems busy and busy. Fine."

Henrik, no. Rusla or Trash Rouge. I don't know if what I said helped, but the reconstruction of Wangdu seems to be working.

"I guess the royal family is putting in a lot of money with people, too. The atmosphere of the city is bright"

"Yes, Master Ishr. This is where my feelings come to mind."

Mira had a prank smile and looked up at Ishl.

As soon as you enter the path west of the square in front of the main temple and back towards the royal castle, there is the largest mercenary union in the king's capital.

"What..."

"Oh."

The two stopped flashly in front of the union.

The guild's building had been completely burned down leaving stone walls behind.

A large anesthetic cloth was stretched out instead of the roof, some in front and some in the back of the building, and a tent. Large wooden planks were erected on the sides, and countless pieces of paper, large and small, were affixed. Before that, people are gathered in rows.

"This place is busy, too."

"Yes, you do," Mira nodded, pulling a smile as Ishur groaned bossly.

Even when it comes to recruiting mercenaries, they will mostly recruit husbands to rebuild the Wang Capital, but only the walls will walk into the Alliance's buildings, side-by-side with people flocking to the bulletin boards of...

The indoor was dim with a canvas stretched overhead, but the outside light plunged directly from the burned windows everywhere, covered with a strong light and dark speckle pattern.

At the arrayed counter of cluttered desks in different shapes, crowded with people who talked to and proceeded with union officials, Ishur went through their sides and went back with an unfamiliar face.

"Um, who is it? This place is off-limits to union officials."

"Oh, you're right. Sorry.... by the way, is there a guild leader?

"Huh?"

When stationary by the union's young clerk, Ishur suddenly asked where the guild chief was.

"I'm Ishr Bersch."

Ishur looked around and said in an unchallenged voice.

The desk across the street from the staff and the chair to be seated are all inconsistent and cluttered.

"Huh??

Is it a union apprentice? The young man stiffened when Ishur named him.

Mira's gorgeous voice echoed there.

"My name is Mira Dielard, son of the Five Kings."

Mira shook her head gently as she took her headscarf.

Brilliant golden curly hairs spread and danced through the dull guild.

"Unfortunately, all the writing and books burned. No, it burned. That said, even the oldest records kept in our union are about fifty years old."

The guild chief was in a tent stretched out on the back of the building.

He said to Ishur and Mira, sitting face to face with his desk pinched, with a face mixed with suspicion in his loving laughter.

Exactly. The mercenaries, hunter guilds and guild chiefs of Wang Duichi, as well as the officials, knew the voices of Ishur and Mira. Naturally, they would have heard about the appearance of the Ishurs.

But he's staying in the royal castle now, and I could naturally say that he has doubts as to why the heroes of the world's noisy kingdom have been visiting the union and whether the person who performs and sits in front of him is real.

"In my memory, you haven't been recruiting mercenaries for the underground temple of Brectas in the last decade or so. I hear that that's a pretty tough, difficult place for mercenaries and hunters in general. Diving underground, they frequent powerful demons, especially evil spirits.... Well, if you do find one of the magic fixtures, you can also get a hell of a lot of money"

"Really?"

Ishur nodded in a small voice.

... Wasted my legs. I hear there's something useful to talk about.

"Your predecessor's guild chief, no, will the guild chief still be alive long ago"

There are no records on the Alliance. I don't even know the magnificent man in front of me, the union leader. Then we just have to hit someone who knows the older times.

"Oh, I see. My predecessor, the guild chief, lives on Fifth Street east. I'm a city caretaker now. I usually help my wife run a restaurant."

The guild chief said with a deeper affectionate laugh.

"Well, excuse me. Could you write me a reference? Don't give me my name."

Ishur said, holding a few silver coins from his nostalgia and offering them.

“Fifth Avenue” in the northeast of Wangdu was unfortunately a very common lower town, not a flashy shopping or pleasure street.

The residence of the previous guild length was at the intersecting corner of the back road, which went one way behind the front street.

Ishur and Mira reached their destination by asking the city's inhabitants many times to go their way. But along the way, I was never greatly lost. Mira had previously borne a general geography in mind when she rented a mansion in the Wang capital.

I checked the name of the bronze plate that was hung on the wooden door, and when I went inside, some nostalgic bell rang.

It's already past noon and there are no guests inside. There are somewhat crude tables and chairs lined up.

"There you are."

A middle-aged woman came out of the back with a voice on her forehead.

"So let's have lunch here. All right?

Ishl said, "Okay?" also includes the meaning that it's okay to have dinner in the dining room in Lower Town.

"Of course it is. Whatever you want with Ishr."

Mira is rewinding her triangle towel when she leaves her guild length tent. She laid her hands on the headscarf and replied with a sweet voice, shaking her eyes.

"I can only serve beef sushi and stewed potatoes now,"

"That's fine. Serve me some tea later."

Ishur sat Mira in an affordable chair and said with a grin.

"By the way, do you have a husband?

"Oh... you're a customer over there. Fine. I'll call you now."

When the woman said so, she pulled into the back of the store.

The previous guild chiefs had weighed in between in the back, or they had come face to face by the time the Ishurs had lunch.

He was an old man, one turn above the lady husband of the shop.

"No, I don't remember recruiting for the underground temple in Brectas either. At least there was no one in Wang Du who responded to the call, this is for sure. If there was someone there, you'd remember. There has to be a wizard over there or a fairly skilled one. Even if it's just a luggage job, it has to be something you can do. There's a mountain crossing."

"Is that so"

... I didn't know there wasn't even a recruit.

"There are wizards there in the king's capital, but the handsome mercenaries are gathered partly in the eastern mountains, many in the Mediterranean or the United Kingdom. There's no recruiting here."

"But Royal Ladis, until about a hundred years ago, sent out a number of investigative teams."

"Oh,... yeah. I've heard that before."

The man got a slightly contemplative look at Mira's words.

"That's right. Someone who was head of the guild when I was a union apprentice is still alive. He might know something."

The Wang capital is surrounded by small hills. The noblemen, the golden merchants, and so forth, take over the mansion upon the hill, and the common people dwell in the lowlands beneath the hill. Therefore the city of the king's capital is spread among the hills.

A few more generations ago, introduced by the previous guild chief, the old man's house was in the southeast of the king's capital, in the middle of a hill lined with noble mansions, on a slope.

A middle-aged woman in maid clothes turned up as she knocked on the doors of her mother's house through a pastoral gate entangled with a twist.

When Ishur handed the previous guild chief two more references to write, explaining the situation, the middle-aged maid led Ishur around the front of the mother house to the garden in the back.

In a small garden surrounded by shrubs and grasshoppers, there was one old man sitting in a chair, looking at the streets of the Wang Capital that stretched beneath his eyes.

Isn't he over eighty already? The old man sat in an euthanasia chair so that he could be buried in a collar roll or kneecap and did not move one.

The maid gave her mouth to the old man's ear, spoke slowly to inform him of the visit of the Ishurs, and arranged a crude round chair next to the old man with two legs, and went inside the mother house.

When she went inside, when Ishur let her grip a piece of silver coin, she tried to break her rapport for the first time.

"... Ugh"

When Ishur and Mira finished their brief greetings and asked the mercenary guild if there had been any calls for underground temple exploration in the past, a slight change occurred to the face that was as faceless as the old man's death.

The light lit slightly in his vain eyes, and Zhu shone on his cheek.

"Was that when I was an administrative apprentice?"

The old man set aside and moved with his mouth full. The old man's words were a little hard to hear as to whether his teeth were missing a lot.

"I've heard from the guild chief about his exploration of the Temple of Brectas. A large merchant from Wangdu has called for an expedition, which also deals with people in the Mediterranean. He said he applied for a few, but none of them were recruited by our union."

"Really..."

Ishur raised his voice a little louder consciously.

Because of this, I heard a clear mix of disheartening colors in my voice.

"Once upon a time, the royal family also sent out investigative teams. Then there was the luggage husbands recruitment."

……

When the old man's gaze was pointed at Ishur, Ishur let him snort slowly.

"It seems that the man and husband have also gathered handsome mercenaries. He's got a lot of money."

When the old man coughed hard, he turned his gaze again toward the west side of his sight, toward the streets of Wang Du.

"... back then, when Yveda's sword came on board, it didn't mean half of it went back..."

Yang leans heavily to the west.

The old man's slightly cloudy eyes reflected the colour of his red-dyed sky.

No further information could be obtained from him. Soon Ishur and the others resigned from the old man.

Road down the hill.

Ishur looked at the sunset and said.

"You didn't have a good harvest. I just found out what was going on at the time, it was like air."

"Yeah, but that just made sense."

Mira also looked into the west sky and said.

A hill with a royal castle rises slightly in the dark and shadowed mountains of Brektas. The city of Wangdu, beneath it, is spreading its hemline to the north.

"Fighting Malefiore is not a big deal, either."

Mira has put her strength into both hands teasing Ishl's left arm.

"Oh."

"The investigation of the underground temple of Brectas also seems to require a larger number of people than we thought"

"Right."

... I'm sure Mira is right, and I wonder if things have come to light around there.

Ishur turned a blind eye to the royal castle, which stretched north and south.

"The truth is me."

Mira looks up.

"I thought Ishr and Sharka and... I mean, Ishr and I were going on an adventure together to see the miracles of the gods before the magical abyss."

Mira smiled and said, "That's so much more. That was a sweet idea," he continued.

... those who try to walk with me, that's not just Mira now.

To Rifia, Nina and Marya think the same thing.

"So I will change my goals.... beside Ishr until the last moment. Not only that, but I decided to go home alive with Ishr."

The face (toe) was dyed red in the sunset, and Mira's smile glowed.

That night, a report was made of Ishur and Mira as they showed their faces to Petra in the Western Palace supper room for dinner.

On that seat, Marya exchanged her gaze with Petra and told Ishl, "Maybe the Royal Family will also send a fact-finding team to the underground temple of Brektas". "I want to act with Ishur," Marya has said.

"In our battle with the United Kingdom (Kudosa), we, along with many of our Magic Instructors, also lost our magic equipment. We need to go to the underground temple and get some more magic equipment."

Until then it was Petra who was making a scene to go to the guild of Ishur and Mira, "Bring your concubine somewhere, somewhere fun," but then he said with a serious look on his face.

"Oh yeah......"

Ishur didn't give them a clear response, thinking about something.

...... Battle of Lene the Witch of the Forest and Malefiore. Her injuries and retirement afterwards.

I'm sure she did her best to Malefiore's immortality, but is there still nothing there to hint at to overshadow that monster's immortality...

I guess that's not there, but I care about something. What's that?

Uncertain suspicions and doubts were swirling around Ishur's mind.

Then for two days, the investigation of kingdom history continued and a few days earlier than planned, Bunois Kubade arrived in the king's capital from Nostal.

As soon as Bunois climbed to the royal palace, Ishur was also summoned, and a brief discussion was held on the viewing of the manuscript of Claus Lehardt, with the king seal, along with Henrik and Rusla.

The next morning they were also called Petra, Marya, Domil Fullsiek, Rifia and Nina, and the meeting was held.

And that afternoon, full, the Ishurs headed to the Jeremiah's Library.

It is Rusla and Petra besides Ishur who accompany Bunois Kubade. Further out of the library the Marido sisters followed.

Petra was wearing a luxurious neckline with three water jewels (aquamarine) that didn't suit her very well. The necklace was a "royal necklace”.

"Hey, I'm careless to say this, but you're excited. I'd like to see Sir Ruhardt's will soon."

As the royal library walked down the corridor of succession, Bunois Kubeid spoke from the side.

"I guess so."

Ishur grinned and nodded bitterly, wandering over the side of Bunois, who was slightly upbeat.

Bunois was a very different figure, including his appearance, from Capino Gillette, who was a cheerful figure with a big face, a crushed nose and a crushed eye on his body like a barrel of alcohol.

Naturally, he had heard of Capino Gillette's death, but had no fear of browsing the book in question at the Jeremiah's Library. It just seemed like a breeze that I couldn't help but be happy to read Claus Ruhardt's manuscript.

... Nell, do as you're told. Don't move until I tell you to.

Ishur spoke to his own spirit, Nerlelanke, with a loving laugh at Bunois.

……

Somewhere, a little further away, Nell's unspoken reply returns.

... Nell and I have had a meeting last night about how to seal the summons of the dark lineage, which will be described in Claus Ruhardt's will.

Ishur quickened his steps and lined up next to Petra, who would go forward.

"Petra. I've told you many times, don't move. I'll take care of everything. … don't even activate that necklace."

"Okay, okay.... I have no choice."

Petra said with her lips pointy, but not in a bad mood.

For her, it is still a major event rarely seen in the royal palace.

The only thing that protects Petra is the ornament she wears and Ishl. Not only were the Malid sisters waiting outside the library, but also Rifia and Mira and Marya were waiting for Nina at the entrance and exit of the corridor, Domil and Flid Randell on the inner walls that could be covered on the east side, and many “bearded” men with Evan as their head were waiting on the premises of the Royal Library, hiding themselves and similarly waiting.

This little exaggeration was naturally due to Henrik's intentions.

Marya uses the magic of fire, so she was not accompanied to the library just in case, and was to wait at the entrance to the Royal Library.

"Good to see you, Lord Ishur."

When a line arrived in front of the Jeremiah's Library, Ira called out.

"Yes."

As Ishur nodded, Rusla opened the library door without even knocking.

"I've been waiting for you. Welcome to you."

Entering the library's browsing room, Sonier Papeek knelt before Rusla.

"Your Royal Highness, Princess Petra."

When Rusla said with cold eyes, voices, Sonier drooped his head (like this) even more.

"This time, the glorious Royal Ladis, His Royal Highness Petra..."

"Good. I don't need a hard mouth. Quickly, bring Sir Ruhardt's will."

"Ha, I'm home"

Sonier disappeared behind the bookshelf when he stood up.

The commander must have told you in advance, but she didn't seem to have put the book in question out of her bookshelf for some reason. When she stood up, her face was upbeat and clearly excited.

"This way, sir."

Sonier knelt before Petra as he revealed himself from the shadow of the bookshelf and offered Ruhardt's will.

The book in her hand was a slightly smaller book with a brown cowhide cover.

Give it to me.

So suddenly Ishur took his hand from the side and took Ruhardt's manuscript from Sonier.

……

Shut up, Sonier, you'll look like a betrayer.

Ishur switched to pinch Ruhardt's manuscript with both hands.

"Hehe."

... I can feel it. Is this the summons of the Spirit of Darkness? One just inside the cover......

And one inside the back cover. Carefully two, the same magic formation is engraved.

Let's start with the table.

Ishur stood and opened the cover on the spot.

Black lines, unidentified symbols, and magic formations drawn in letters pop into my eyes.

Heterogeneous magic blows right up in front of you.

Moments.

Pan, and made a noise, and upon the magic formation, Ishur's palm was laid.

The magic of the dark system disappears.

……

Together they stared at Ishur in a daze.

"Whatever."

I laughed when Petra shrugged.

"Before the magic of Ishur's wind, shall the Spirit of darkness come forth?"

From Ishur's palm, placed on top of the magic formation, there was a slight overflow of the magic of a thin, blue, shining wind.

The magic of the spilled wind has vanished before reaching the floor and is returned to the other realms of the Spirit.

"Sonier"

Ishur said he grinned lightly.

"Whether it's parchment or just paper. Can you bring me something of affordable size?

The grin can be distorted.

"Yes......"

Sonier nodded powerlessly and pulled into the back of the browsing room, bringing one roll of paper immediately.

"Get your hands off me."

Ishur took the roll of paper that Sonier had brought, to say the sooner, with the magic of the wind, and spread it to the universe.

And to the size that was in the book size of Ruhardt's manuscript, he cut it.

Together, we stare silently at the state of it.

"Nell, show yourself."

When Ishur said that, the indoor ceiling, just below, the magic of the wind brilliantly appeared Nerleranke.

Sonier would have been the most surprised to see the girl's wind spirits.

She turned her face bright blue and looked up at Nell.

……

Nell said silently, but still gave Sonier a gruesome grin.

"Ugh."

Sonier groaned small and shook his whole body.

"Nell, it's on schedule. Draw a magic formation that creates a small wind prison formation."

When Ishur said so, he closed the book in his hand once and offered Nerlelanke his left hand, which he held in his right hand.

"Yes, sir."

When Nell thanked Ishur, he drew a magic formation on two pieces of paper floating in the universe at the same time.

Blue light shines on the lightly brown-stained paper, drawing complex circular texts.

"Use my blood."

Ishur cut his left fingertip with his own magic and bled.

Ishur's blood drifted through the universe and fell over Nell's drawn magic formations.

The entire demon cube emits a flash of light.

"Next."

When Ishur groaned briefly, the magic of gold now glowed in the space before him.

The magic of gold became thin, warm and glowing iron, which was folded several times, and eventually became cold and several clips, paper stoppers.

When Ishur opened the book again, he quickly covered Nell's drawn magic formations over the dark magic formations and stopped the four corners with clips floating in the universe. The same procedure was applied to the dark magic formations that were on the back cover.

"Now you're done. You can read as many times as you want safely without damaging important books"

The wind prison formation depends on its strength, but with its concurrent magic, it can be sealed without any problems. This time it is a demonic formation drawn by Nell, the high spirits, and filled with Ishur's blood. There was absolutely no room for the Dark Summoners to activate.

At last night's meeting, Nell drew a relatively simple demonic formation this time that will keep her up and running while she is in people's worlds.

"Then, Lord Bunois, please."

"Oh."

"Excellent......"

"Well done, Ishur. That's right."

When Ishur gave Claus Ruhardt's manuscript behind him to Bunois, who was nestled with a stunned look, he was hailed from around.

Nobody gets hurt, no damage at all to the book or library building, it was too much of a tabernacle.

"I'll come back later to show you Lene's recap"

Ishur spoke to Sonier, who distorted his face to surprise, or humiliation and anger.

"Please say hello then"

The edge of Ishur's lips was pulled up a lot.