Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

Nell disappeared as Ishur raised his left hand.

It was a quick act, completely free of the Lord (or his) and his heartfelt, magical disturbances.

"She's the Spirit of the Wind I summoned."

Ishur distorted his grin and told Sonier.

"It looks like you, doesn't it?

……

Sonier remains silent, blue-faced and bewildered.

"I didn't summon anything else.... what a cause."

Ishur's grin becomes ironic and even more distorted.

"Yes, what is causality? Aren't you exaggerating a little?"

Sonier says, a little less upset.

"Don't you see? For you."

Ishur's eyes narrow.

Behind Ishur, Petra and Rusla surround Bunois Kubeid, poking their heads at each other and peering into Claus Ruhardt's manuscript.

"What is it about?

A cold-blooded look came back on Sonier's face.

... what if Nell looks just like you, and there's a reason for that.

Then this schematic is self-destructive.

Weren't you ruined by your own deeds? Weren't you in this prison?

And Nell will never win, he's your enemy.

Captured. What's next? All you have to do is die.

... This is so funny, nothing ironic.

When Ishur's gaze directed at Sonier turns into an affront.

……

Unsurprisingly, that challenging smile spread to Sonier's face again.

……

Ishur's eyes widen slightly.

... this guy.

"Next up is Baron Lehne's recap, Ishr."

Sonier's grin also becomes distorted.

"We look forward to seeing you. The day you read your ancestors' memoirs."

Ishur turned off his grin and glanced at Sonier.

... This guy hasn't been thwarted yet. I still have it, my wife's hand.

Is that Lene's recap?

……

Ishur remains silent. The expression disappears from that face.

As long as there is a book of Wang Feng in this library that has been enchanted, this man's abuse will not end.

... then.

Ishur's mouth was slightly raised.

"You must not remove the Wind Rubik's Square set up by Ishur on your own."

Petra stood beside Ishur and said to Sonier.

"Yes, sir."

Sonier lowered his head to Petra.

The look I showed in my interaction with Ishur has disappeared beautifully.

"Hmm."

Ishur nodded boringly, pointing his gaze toward the bookshelf.

... This woman does not defy the royal family.

I guess it's what she's been looking for to use that power and be private, relying on the royal authority and climbing a little higher (or so).

In other words, all urban aristocrats share more or less the same ambition.

Sonier is just a monster. You shouldn't let someone like her manage a royal library or anything like that. Even if visitors to this library are every five years or every ten years.

"That's good enough. Stay back."

……

Petra said, Sonier dropped his hips silently and thanked him, retreating to the back of the library.

"Ishur, let's sit over there"

When Sonier disappeared, Petra took Ishur's hand and pointed to the window seat.

Bunois has already sat in a nearby seat and perused Claus Ruhardt's manuscript against his desk.

Rusla, who was once outside to inform him of the upside of things, came back to the browsing room and smiled at Ishur, letting him snort one.

……

Please be free until time, something like that.

For a while, Bunois is supposed to read Ruhardt's manuscript on this occasion until evening. Until then Petra, anyway, Ishur and Rusla must be escorted.

After leaving the Jeremiah's Library, Bunois is to head straight to the National History Browsing Office to compile and describe what he has read with his own hands. Furthermore, a series of actions from this viewing to writing were to be repeated for several days. This was a conceived procedure for Bunois himself to be able to grasp all of Claus Ruhardt's castle art.

"It's a beautiful day."

Petra, sitting across the street from her desk, glances out the window and talks to her.

"It's been a long time since I've talked slowly about that. The place is not the place."

"Well, yeah."

Ishur doesn't mind even in front of Petra, he has his elbow on his desk and his jaw on it, and he still looks out the window.

"What did you have fun with Lord Mira?"

... Ugh.

Ishur turned his face slightly to Petra.

What a word for a date...... Right, did Marya tell you that?

"It's not a date. I just went to the mercenary guild and went to see the guild chiefs of all time. We talked about this before, right?

...... Mira and I are explaining it properly to everyone at dinner that day when we got back from the city. There was also Petra at that time.

But she ignored Ishur's words.

"My concubine wants to go out with Ishul."

Petra's face is on it.

... I guess that's just what you wanted to say. Are you trying to fool me?

"Because I and Mr. Rusla will stay here. You can go back to the rear palace."

"Well, well, Ishl. Don't say such nonsense."

Petra laughed and said this time.

"The girls have to be treated equally. Don't make a difference."

"Oh."

Ishur nodded as if it didn't seem funny.

... I know that. We're all buddies now, a team or a party, and that's what it's like. In such cases, anyone who has the honor of being a friend, colleague, subordinate, must be treated as equitably as possible. That's the leader who divides the group, the iron rule on the command side.

If more than one woman is eligible, particular care must be taken.

I know how you feel. Were you so restrained......

Petra has a calm look and stares at Ishur.

The winter sun slipping through the window softly illuminates her face.

"I'll think of something for Petra."

Ishur said with a bitter smile.

...... finally said.

"That's Sir Ruhardt, a famous castle builder. Surprisingly, the contents of the manuscript were a thoughtful note of the castle building process in Balstal Castle. It was a very useful one. I simply thought that his secret castle art was even in line..."

I hear Bunois Kubeid playing, telling Rusla with excitement from behind.

Looking back, I saw eye to eye with the Marido sisters walking behind them.

Lilina and Ira are both smiling bitterly.

Rusla in front of him is seriously listening to Bunois, a momentum that flies angular bubbles of his mouth, as he nods at the temples.

According to the story of Bunois, Claus Ruhardt's manuscript did not directly describe his castle building skills during his lifetime, but seemed to describe the various ideas and the specifics of his construction, which he had devised in the process of developing the Balstal castle fortifications. In other words, it did not list the principles of castle building, but was structured like a collection of practical examples.

Bunois said it would be useful because it was something more practical. In this world, on the continent, the classes (tattoos) of teaching and teaching are filled with ornamental expressions that admire rigid styles. In the background there is the influence of the diocesan Church and the general social connotations of this world, this era. There may be other thoughts on the part of the author who just simply wants to foil it as an academic book.

I guess Claus Ruhardt didn't want to leave all those shapes of textbooks in his lifetime for backward moves. That's exactly what Bunois said about Ruhardt. I guess Ruhardt was well aware of the harms created by norms and classics.

Jeremiah's imposition of the King's Seal may have been due not only to keep the structure of the North Line castle fortress secret, but also to the fact that it was a practical and worthwhile book.

They were leaving the Jeremiah's Library and walking down the corridor of the Royal Library towards the National History Browsing Office.

Moving on as I listened to Bunois, I saw Mira, Rifia and Marya and Nina at the entrance to the corridor.

And there was also the figure of Henrik, who was able to follow Domil Fullsiek and the deacon Sevantes. Further behind it I also saw the face of Piersh Izreek, head of the codification room.

"Petra! You're safe. Good......"

"Good luck, Ishur"

"Master Ishur, you're safe!

When they reached the exit of the corridor, they knelt towards Henrik. Only Ishur and Petra stay put, and Ishur smiles toward the Rifias, Petra toward Henrik.

"Ishur. I hear you've done well. Let me talk to you later."

Lifia giggles and calls out.

Next to the Ishurs, Petra is talking to Henrik.

"Then Lord Bunois, this way."

Piersch will lead Bunois Kubeid to the National History Browsing Office.

"Well done, Ishur. I hear you didn't have to scratch one of Ruhardt's manuscripts."

Henrik has spoken to Ishl.

I guess I'm more than happy Petra was safe for him. Speaking to Bunois as king is also behind us.

"No......"

Ishur smiled with a smile and bowed his head to Henrik.

For a moment then, I saw Marya's face talking to Petra.

... What does Marya think of today?

While she scorns and hates Sonier, on the other hand, she still tries to forgive, thinking she should be saved.

I checked the contents of Lene's recap.

I have one last thing I want to do with Sonier at the Jeremiah's Library. I have something on my mind.

That's......

If it did, what would Marya think?

Ishur was praised by Henrik, by Rusla and others around him, for his facial expressions, but in his heart he thought of such a thing, something completely different.

At that time Ishur did not view Lene's recap as so problematic.

I just wanted to know what was in it, and I didn't give a damn what kind of seal was hanging or what kind of magic was used.

Petra came off the next day, and Bunois Kubade took the form of an escort with Ishur and Rusla.

And instead of the Marido sisters, the highly combative Rifia, Mira and Sharka were to stand slightly apart and Marya and Nina were to wait and support, respectively, in front of the door of the Jeremiah's Library.

While Bunois was browsing, the Ishurs suspended their investigation of national history, and Jane and the others continued intact.

And the third day of browsing in Bunois, early that morning.

Piersch's messenger visited Ishur's chamber and received a call.

The messenger left immediately, and he headed to the office of the chief of the codification room, alone, early in the morning.

"Good Morning"

"Good morning......, sir"

When I went inside, there was about thirty men standing in the front. Ishur was the first face to see, but he was considered one of the clerks in the codification room.

"The manager is inside. Follow me as I guide you."

Ishur took a moment and looked indoors when he replied small "yes".

... Inside, where is? Piersch's office has no room in the back. There is a clerk's office room to the right and a browsing room to the left.

When the man turned his back, regardless of the suspicious-faced Ishur, he circled Piersch's desk and headed towards the handed bookcase of countless rolls of paper behind it.

And a few steps, moving from the center of the shelf to the right side, pulled out one of the rolls.

Then a heavy stone rubbing motion sounded and part of the shelf pulled into the back.

And on the side of the shelf I pulled in, there was enough space for each person to manage to get through.

... pretty wide inside.

Ishur turned his gaze to its darkness and quickly toured the sensation of magic.

And it's filled with some object...

"Go ahead, go inside. Mr. Pearsch is waiting for you."

The man offered his right hand to the hidden room.

He was replacing the scroll he pulled out on his left hand, but when he looked closely at the scroll, he layered several slices of thinly stripped wood skin and rounded it in a cylindrical shape, hardened with wax or something.

……

Ishur walked in silently when he met the man.

As soon as I go in, I'm covered in darkness, and I smell something dusty, moldy.

"Hey..."

As my eyes got used to it, I could see countless rolls of paper piling up around me. High ceilings, too. This is the first floor, but this room is probably blown out to the second floor. The rolls are piled up to the ceiling. There appear to be several shelves lined up indoors, but they are not clearly visible.

And there's a slight light leaking from the back, from the center of the room.

A bunch of paper was also piled up on the floor, and Ishur proceeded to the back with caution at his feet.

Several times over the stacked walls of the roll, eventually, behind it, I could see Piersch illuminated by lanterns. He heads to his little desk and sits round his back in an old crude chair.

On the desk, on the lantern, was a roll of some age objects.

Piersch sees one of them spread out.

Ishur narrowed his eyes to the glare of the light and, for just a few moments, stared at the figure of the old man.

... an old wizard imprisoned in an endless prison of books... No. Sage in jail, you just said.

Good morning, Lord Ishur.

An old man raised his face. I wear monocular glasses.

"Early in the morning, I'm sorry I called you here on purpose"

"No......"

Ishur slowly approached the old man as he told him to whine.

"What is this place?

"This room is the true library of national history. A treasure trove of kingdom secrets, or a sweep."

The old man saw Ishl in his ascendancy. Slightly distorted mouth angle.

"All the writing and paperwork here is not in the national history of the table."

"I see."

Ishur looked up and looked around as he nodded at the old man.

In the sensing of the magic of the wind, the room is not as large as the browsing room next door. But the surroundings are covered in deep darkness and illusioned like a fairly large space.

"But... that's a good amount"

The size of the room is enough, but the ceiling is high anyway. The volumes of paper in storage, the paperwork would be considerable.

At the spreading end of the lantern's light, you can also see stepping stones and ladder-like things.

"No way is the paper here classified in chronological order... isn't it?

The scrolls loaded high above are messy and do not look decently organized.

"Mm-hmm. Because old, damaged things have been disposed of, and each time they have stacked new documents in an empty place. I only know roughly where and for what period."

"Are you climbing up the ladder and taking it?

Anything would be too dangerous for an old man.

Or are you letting your servants do it?

"No, I'm the only one in this vault."

Piersch has turned a sharp gaze from the bottom.

"I have the magic of the water system. For once, I also have a covenant with the Spirit of Water. Ask him to fetch what's high."

"Really?"

Water, huh? Is it because I still have to avoid the craftsmanship pattern, the fire the most?

"Hmm?"

At that time behind Piersch, the water-colored magic waved brilliantly across the front of Ishur.

But it also disappears into the darkness of the background for a moment.

"Not my spirit. I could tell him to show up and say hello in my heart, but he said he didn't like it because it was horrible."

The old man has looked up to Ishur and turned to a dry laugh.

"Oh,... ha"

Ishur also returns an awkward laugh.

"... Now it's time for me to get to the point"

Piersch repositioned his voice when he fixed the position of the monocular glasses and said in a low voice.

And when I rewound the scroll that was spreading on my hand, I placed it next to the other two scrolls that were placed on my desk.

"I told you the other day, I found some records about Baron Bersch's recap. That's why I was hoping for you early in the morning."

The old man took a breath there and kept talking as he opened up for a little while.

"It's just about things. I don't want anyone asking but your Lord."

……

Ishur also nodded silently as he changed his face.

"Thank you for your consideration"

"Hmm? No, it's my job to keep secrets here. The Lord may not mind. I put you in this secret vault, and I'm testing you for who you are.... but on the other hand, I don't know, I feel something I'm not good at."

Piersch's eyes are slightly narrowed toward Ishl.

……

Ishur just smiled silently.

Something you don't know, huh?

It's not just you, nobody in this world knows.

Ishur dropped her gaze on a roll arranged on her desk.

"Any of them are fine, Lord read them"

Biersch spread his hands wide in front of the roll placed on his desk.

The old man's eyes show the kind of color he explores.

"Bye."

Ishur took one of the rolls and spread it in front of him.

... old, sumptuous letters.

I don't know how many years ago. In February (May) of the spring of one year, Ruvin Aureen, a court magician, viewed Lehne's recap in the Jeremiah's Library and allegedly died in suspicion. Ruvin Aureen, a wind demon mentor, had asked the royal family to browse the same library since the previous year.

"Ruvin Aureen was Baron Bersch's disciple, if my memory is certain."

"I see... is that right"

This wind magician wanted to know why his teacher's sudden retirement, does that mean...

The volume does not say the name of the rapporteur or to whom it was addressed. If it were to be some years after Lene's retirement, this writing would be about eight to ninety years old.

Ishur has seen other writings but the contents are almost identical, the court demon conductor has obtained permission from the royal family to view them and is dead trying to read Lehne's recap.

Nothing specific has been written about the circumstances at the time of the death of these demon conductors, what magic was planted in Lene's recap.

When Ishur questioned Piersch about the matter, the old man also replied, "I don't know more than it says in the writing".

"These three volumes would have been a diary or memo of someone in the royal family at the time. Even after that person's death, it was removed, and it must have been set aside. Or maybe it was the reign at the time, or the write-down around the head of the” beard ". Since the incident in King Jeremiah's library. I think I've been able to keep a good record."

"I guess so."

If it is the royal one who wrote these volumes, the body of the person's diary, writing and other major items should be kept as official records in the royal library.

"But this is an important record. All the wizards of the royal family at the time were dying without a trace. Be careful.... No, I don't think I need to find out. I think I can stop."

"No, we need to find out for once"

Ishur smiles and looks down at the old man.

From that smile, I could see that I was not at all afraid of Lene's recap.

Piersch went on to say that he would sigh small.

"Baron Bersch's recap is like a trap. He who explores his secrets will die, a trap set to eliminate those who approach him."

"Right.... but"

Ishur said his hand to his chin.

"So what did you want to hide from Lene?

The old man only answered Ishl's question, "I don't know".

Ishur then gave Piersch a thick thank you, leaving the secret library behind.

Were you on guard when you left the room, and the same secretary's youth waited in front of the entrance and exit.

Ishur also went out of the office to thank the man.

Outside in the hallway, he kept his back in the column beside the window, and Rifia stood alone.

She has put her arms together between her breasts, slightly leaning over her face and staring at Ishl.

"That's fast, Refia. Good morning."

……

Lifia has shed Ishl's greeting and said it in a questioning tone.

"Did the codification director call you?

"Oh."

"Is this about an example?... Yveda's Sword Recap"

Rifia's gaze is sharp.

... you're worried.

"It's not here. Let's talk in the National History Browsing Office."

Ishur raised his right thumb and invited Rifia to head to the National History Browsing Office.

There was no one in the browsing room yet.

Sitting in an affordable chair, facing Lifia across the desk, she has for a moment turned a worrying, dazzling eye to her ascendancy.

"What's with the codification manager?

"In the past, at least three court magicians have died trying to see Lene's recap"

"What the..."

Lifia's eyes opened wide.

Ishur told Lifia that it was a secret library.

Biersch stopped me, but Ishur didn't intend to keep it a secret from them.

"... it's a hell of a story. Well, I remember hearing the name of someone named Ruvin Aureen somewhere. He may be a well-known and powerful court magician.... It's dangerous, Ishr. Why don't we just stop working on Baron Lehne's recap?"

"Yes, it is."

"It was probably a rumor in the court at the time. The retired Baron Lehne refused to engage with the royal family."

"I guess so. When I was a kid too, I remember hearing things like, The Witch of the Woods never met anyone, especially a stranger. The children of the village were forbidden to enter the woods where the old lady was"

After hiding behind a forest in the village of Bersch, Lehne did not even try to meet any nobles, magicians, or the wizards of Shirai, who came from the Wang capital.

In time, with the passage of many years, no one tried to meet Lehne. Eventually her presence was to be forgotten from people's memories.

"Lene was the curse of Malefiore, the shard of God. So I hid and never came out of the world again. That's all right."

... Refia says not to relate to such a forgotten being, a being who is no longer in the world.

That it doesn't make sense, that you don't need to know Lene's secrets.

He doesn't need to know about God's curse or anything.

"It doesn't work that way. If there's such a thing as a god curse, I can't help but know.... the fact that that old woman set up a trap to butcher even the mighty one of the court demon leaders is more proof than anything else that had any great secret. I have to check the contents of that recap. Even if nothing was written about that curse, there was no God's curse."

You once showed me, you have to figure out that old woman's obsession.

"I'm worried, Ishr"

Rifia's hard expression collapses.

Shoulders blurred, eyes wide open swayed.

At last, Refia revealed her true intentions.

"It's okay, Refia. I'll never beat Lene."

It brings back memories of that old woman, that resentment of some kind, that she was about to be killed.

White snake. The sword that came out of the snake's jaw.

Magic blown up from his body.

... the obsession and resentment of the witch in the woods, everything should be taken on by me.

Because now, I'm the owner of the Wind Magic Fixture.

Ishur reached out his hands and shook Lifia's hand, which was placed on the desk.

"Hehe,... what?

And Ishur smiled at Lifia, feeling a little loose.

……

Her expression soothes just a little.

Ishur's grin also grew louder.

But behind it, I could see the tension spreading through my mind and, at the same time, the temper rising.

Whatever Lene's recap is, I can't lose.

I already know what Lene doesn't know.

... and the magic of the wind.

"Okay. Never get your hands on me."

The location is the entrance to a corridor lined with the Royal Library.

Ishur looked around Mira, Nina, Marya, and Rifia, who looked slightly dissatisfied, in turn.

"It's important that you get involved. [M]... It's not just Jeremiah Sh. The rest of the Royal Library lost everything, and if anything happens, I won't be able to stay in the kingdom anymore. You, too."

"What is an intrusion? What is intrusion?"

Lifia's grumpy voice sounds.

"I get it. I believe in Ishr."

"Knock..."

To Mira's words, Rifia looked like she'd chewed up a bitter bug and said, "Hmm!," he shifted his face to the side.

Nina is smiling bitterly.

"Be careful, Ishr"

Marya took a step toward Ishur and said in a worried voice.

Not the usual flat tone.

"Fine, I'll put Nell in support."

Ishur went on to say that he would smile at Marya.

"If I'm not back after half an hour, unless there's a fire coming out of the library or some obvious anomaly."

Ishur turned to Rifia in a tough face.

"Stay away from the Jeremiah's Library"

……

Lifia kept her lips pointed and nodded unacceptably.

"Bye. I'm coming. I'll be right back."

Ishur finally turned to Marya and told her to whisper.

"I'm going to settle for Sonier. Your share, too. I'll do it myself."

... for Marya. And maybe for that lady scribe.

Ishur turned his back on everyone and walked out the corridor toward the back.

Claus Ruhardt's manuscript viewing by Bunois lasted three days afterwards and was successfully completed.

Summarizing the abstract of Ruhardt's will, the next day, he left the Wang capital and returned to Nostal. We are to stop by the Royal Castle again in the spring and join the Knights to be increased to Antilla and head to the land on the north side.

Ishur extended Lehne's retrospective viewing until he was done with his business at Bunois, and the day after he left King's Capital, he headed to the Jeremiah's Library alone.

Rifias, then also forbade Marya, an associate of Sonier, from approaching the library.

There was no detailed description in the old writing found by Biersch in the secret library of what tricks were in Lene's recap, and it even seemed impossible to deduce.

However, if flashy magic was used, the damage should have been done to the library building and to the scribe present, and it seemed unnatural that there would be no description of the damage at all, no matter how brief the note.

Perhaps only those who took the retrospective developed a dense wind prison formation to a very limited extent, giving the person no time to deal with it and at once crushing it with the magic of the wind prison formation.

Then I don't need to let the Rifias go, but I can't naturally determine what magic Lene did in the recap, that it's a wind prison formation.

On the other hand, I have a bad feeling that something is being done with very dangerous magic.

And furthermore, after breaking the magic of Lene's recap and checking its contents, there was something I really wanted to do at the Jeremiah's Library. That or it could have been today.

It is likely that Lene's recap does not say that it was an underground temple. Then there was nothing else that would interest me, and I didn't need to take the time to load it.

... what I'm trying to do against Sonier in the Jeremiah's Library.

I didn't want anyone to interrupt that. I didn't want the lifias involved.

"Nell. Nice to meet you again"

The corridor is as unpopular as ever. Only Ishur's rugged shoe sounds around.

It is thinly cloudy today, with occasional cold transverse winds blowing down the corridor.

... Yes, my sword.

Nell's soft voice flows slightly through his mind.

She has the same instructions she gave the last time she sealed Claus Ruhardt's manuscript.

It is supposed to wait over the building of the library so that it can be destroyed from the outside, such as when the demonic seal formation is activated.

I'm not thinking about summoning the Golden Spirit. The subject is small and the field is narrow. I didn't consider the defense of the Golden Spirit to be so necessary.

The slightest sign of Nell also disappeared once again completely, and a small stone pile of halls was seen in the way he went.

Ishur stood in front of the Jeremiah's Library.

"The ugly execution table in front of this door is useless today."

One, the whining voice disappears into the wind.

Ishur opened the door and went inside.

Good afternoon, Ishr.

As usual in the browsing room, Sonier was smiling.

No, that grin was clearer than usual and distorted at the same time.

"Finally."

Ishur said he accidentally leaks a bitter smile.

"So let me show you Lene's recap, quick"

"Yes, sir."

Sonier disappeared into the shadow of the bookshelf when he bowed carefully and immediately brought a book of brown leather covers.

"Go ahead. This way, sir."

The book I was given in front of me is the same one I was given the other day: "It's a recap of Baron Lehne Bersch".

"Thank you, Sonier"

Ishur somehow laughed heavily and received a recap of Lene from the lady secretary.

Sonier steps back.

... this, the feeling of getting tangled up from your fingertips...

Definitely. Something, magic is being done.

A winter yang plunges through the window, engraving a rather deep shadow into the interior of the library.

How many times have you been there? A small library covered in silence, the same as usual.

I don't know what magic, magic formation, or anything else, just holding it in my hand.

Ishur opened Lehne's recap.

What do you care? Open the section around the middle.

……

A line of letters spelled all over the paper pops into my eyes.

Ishur followed the literature with dismay.

... What's this letter? I can't read it. I don't know what it means.

Ancient sacred letters?... No, it's a letter I've never seen before.

Then the string moved out on the paper. They come together in the center of the right section, like a vortex.

Letters come together, overlapping, shaping some sort of magic formation.

"... cum"

Not good. Because...

Doesn't move. Magic is already activated.

In front of me, letters flow over the paper. There was no good exchanging to Ishur.

……

The Demon Square is complete.

A moment of darkness.

Thin, dull light plunges in from overhead.

In the back, all underfoot is covered with hard matter.

I stood in a place like a small square.

There are countless large crystals of something around, like chunks of glass folded and poking around.

"This is..."

Ishur looked around again and again.

Lene's recap is disappearing from hand.

Some kind of junction......

It is not that junction flown in the seat of the Sun God, the junction of the Lord God Jerez, nor the junction of the magician shopkeeper, the darkness carried by Ceria. A similar, but completely different, junction.

There is no one but Ishur.

"Yeah?"

That's when the shock and sound of trembling all over my body came from the far side of my head.

The whole closed world shakes, and somewhere far away you can hear loud glass, cracking crystals and falling apart.

"Nell..."

Ishur instinctively realized that the shock was caused by Nerlelanke, who is outside the junction.

... What kind of magic is Nell trying to break this junction, but he's attacking...

But this strange, inexplicable junction seems rather robust. Even she might take some time to destroy.

"Well, I'm not too keen on it, but I'll give it a try"

This junction is not a demon seal formation. I know that sensibly, too.

Then why don't we use magic here to break it with strength? But as a result, damage may be done to the original world outside, the Jeremiah's Library. Sonier could be dead too......

Ishur looked around again.

The columns of the surrounding crystals, the plates, reflect and reflect something to bring up a complex statue.

The darkness that sets in the shadows in the meantime, its abyss is dull green and thinly blurred.

... Is this place from the magic of the wind first?

After all, it is the magic of the wind that exerts great power on space.

Ishur was tempered, half a step, and took forward.

Then the crystal plates glowed hard at a distance of about 10 long steps (skull, about 6.5m) from the front.

And the darkness behind it swayed, revealing a new crystal that reflected the statues around.

Come on......

Ishur looked at the statue shown there and raised a cry without a voice.

"This is not crystal or glass..."

"... right. It's a mirror. It's a mirror junction."

Suddenly, the person shown in the statue spoke.

"You..."

Ishur stares at the man with a pale face.

Give me another self. My statue in the mirror.

"This is the kingdom of the Spirit God…"

If it's a "mirror junction," it's self-evident what magic it is. There is a God who loves mirrors.

Ishur's split smiled in the mirror.

"Your Answer"

And the man came out of the mirror, out.

There was no resistance, no sound, and it came out softly like it was coming out of some room.

"To get out of this bond"

Another Ishur, Ishur's split said.

"To break this bond, you need to fight me and win"

……

Ishur stared silently at his identity, the inverted statue of his left and right self.

Sweat erupts from all over your body.

Fear rushes all over your body.

... Do I have to fight myself?

"I see, the mighty man of the court magician is dead to keep standing, too, I can snort"

Ishur held his heart desperately against his body, trying to tremble.

If you are going to fight yourself, will it mostly be a draw? That means not only my own identity, but also my own death.

...... you rene. Didn't you use the magic of the wind? Were you planting the magic equipment of the Spirit God?

"Well, let's get started."

Ishur's incarnation gave him a distorted grin, he said.

"But be careful. If you use magic here, everything will reflect and return to you."

The man took a step forward and put his strength into his fists on both hands.

At that time, the same shock came down from overhead again as earlier.

The innumerable mirrors around you are high and low, making unusual noises and vibrating.

"Oh, wow. Is there a spirit outside?"

His body smiled at Ishur as he looked up to heaven.

"You're a horrible spirit. But it's not good if it stays that way, is it? Even attacking this junction from the outside, the magic still bounces, reflexes and returns to those who attacked it"

"What?"

Ishur's face is severely distorted.

Not good. Keep it up, Nell...

Does this junction reflect the outside as well?

"Shall we hurry, then? Let's get to the fight."

My own self laughed. It was a fierce grin.

Clear and overflowing with power from him, the magic of the bottom.

At the same time, a few flashes of magic ran over Ishur's head. Multiple cutting-edge wedges of light float in the universe, like ripping everything apart. It's the magic of gold. The magic of the wind begins to swirl around its perimeter.

... This is my magic...

This is the power of God's magic implements.

This is not just magic. Dimensions are different. Was I using such magic?

It is only natural for everyone to be surprised and afraid.

"Knock."

... Don't be afraid.

There is a chance.

Ishur shook his courage and told himself:

Fist on your chest.

I can do what I can't do.

Just one thing. There are things that cannot be imitated, not even in the mirror of the Spirit God.

"All right, come on!

Ishur was hunted down by it and had an invincible grin on his stiff face.

I'm not wrong, I should be.

Bet everything on this sword.

Another self, the magic of the wind on the enemy's side, roared. The innumerable mirrors around him shake, and the tall noises multiply.

The radiance of six wedges made of half magic and half steel floating overhead increases.

Ishur lifted his will high in heaven, beyond the other realms of the Spirit, to the realm of God that lies ahead.

A wedge instantly descends on the scorching heat.

"I am the sword of the wind."

Raise the fist held in your chest in heaven.

The blue light pierced the junction of the mirror.

The huge wedge that was about to pierce Ishur disappears.

The magic of the wind that swirls through the junction becomes foggy.

"Hehe,... my loss"

Ishur's split laughed. A crack ran on that face.

The statue disperses. All the surrounding mirrors also cracked, becoming fine fragments to cover the world.

The swirls of sharp angles of light eventually became many petals that distorted, faded and glowed in rainbow color, and disappeared in the sumptuous.

As I noticed, I was standing on the floor of the library.

The same smell. Smell of old books.

The silence around.

Lene's recap is spread out on her right hand side.

When I lowered my eyes, there was a big hole in the middle of the magic formation. The dust is burnt and the hole with the big cobbler is empty.

Strangely enough, the paper underneath it, the next paragraph, had one scratch, not on it.

"Sword!

Nell reveals himself behind his back.

Turning around, Nell had his whole body, his clothes torn fine, and blood flowing from his lips.

"Are you all right?

"Yes, if the sword is returned, my wounds will heal soon."

"Oh."

Ishur looked forward as soon as he smiled at Nell.

Even during that short conversation, Nell's wounds were healing with it and the speed with which he could tell.

She is also supplied with magic from the magic equipment of the wind. If I'm back, you won't have to worry about anything anymore.

"Ah, ah..."

On the front of Ishur, Sonier shook his whole body and was groaning about something.

"Hehe."

Ishur stared at Sonier, who stood flaunted when he laughed small.

"Looks like you knew what was in Lene's recap."

It must have been passed down to the generations of scribes in the Jeremiah's Library as to who Lehne is in his recap.

The secretary of the Royal Library naturally knows which books have a king seal and what magic is set up. Sonier likely knew that Lene's recap was the magic fixture of the Spirit God itself. You must have known for a long time that nothing was described in its contents, such as about Lene herself.

Sonier once said something windy about reading Lene's recap. That would have been a lie.

... This is a set trap.

Pierce, Riffia, and I were just what we expected.

In order to eliminate those who seek to explore themselves, Lene falsified the depicted book of the Spirit God's Junction Magic Formation, no, the Spirit God's Magic Fixture itself as his own recap and set a trap.

The contents of the book were meaningless, filled with illegible letters, and instead activated junctional magic ate people, but not viciously.

If you get caught in a mirror junction, at the end of the day, you will fight your own identities and you will not be able to go outside unless you win. Inside the junction, all projectile attack magic is reflected and returned to you.

But I did not dare to fight my own selves with the power of a windsword isolated from the rest, but devoted myself to breaking the line.

Because I had a bad feeling that if I stabbed him with the sword of the wind, if he died, even if the junction opened, I'd die myself.

The magic of the Spirit God, there is always something in the magic fixture, a trap that falls into the user or the target audience, there are flaws. I can't let you use it, I can't let you win it.

Now I could cut through his set trap......

In the end, nothing was revealed about what happened in the battle between Lene and Malefioa, or about the curse of God.

"Hmm?"

When I felt the signs and looked down, the letters were flowing again around the empty page of the hole, stopping by and gathering.

The holes are repaired little by little and the same magic formations are drawn again.

...... come on.

Ishur accidentally closed the book.

And open the other section.

The section also immediately begins to draw magic formations on the right page, as the letters begin to move on paper.

Ishur closed the book again and opened the other sections again. The same thing happened on that page.

……

Behind Ishl, the killing thrives.

"Stop it, Nell"

Ishur raised his left hand to stop Nerlelanke.

"This is the magic appliance of Aprosius, the Spirit God. It's like this crumb..."

……

Ishur turned to Nell and made him laugh and nod. Calmed her down and reassured her.

And I turned right forward and told Sonier.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Am I the first one to break this trap?

"Ugh..."

Sonier gave an unspoken roar to fear and anger.

"And I'll be the last"

Ishur said so, chopping up Lene's recap in his hand with the magic of the wind.

Fine countless pieces of paper scatter through the browsing room.

When a slight light of magic glowed in that piece of paper, the magic fixture of the Spirit God became just a piece of paper.

"Hey, come on."

Sonier now looked stunned and stunned.

Bloody eyes still open.

"I don't like Spirit God's magic tricks."

The Spirit God's Junction Magic Formation, which is repaired as many times as it breaks the Junction and is drawn up no matter which paragraph is opened.

... permanently recurring magic. A permanently recurring line of characters.

Countless demonic squares, countless words, countless sacraments.

It's the same sand in the palm of your hand, the spilling grain of sand, beyond the realm of human recognition and memory, something that means nothing.

Actually, I don't hate Spirit God's sarcasm so much. Except if you're involved.

His irony is, I can't hang out with pranks.

So I'm not putting Lene's recap back on the shelf. I'm going to crush these scraps and get rid of them from the world.

"Oh, no. Oh my..."

Sonier shook, shouting out to squeeze.

"Ah, you have the royal library..."

"Hmm? What's wrong? I guess I shouldn't have disposed of my family's books."

Ishur pulled up the corner of his mouth and told Sonier. It was a laugh of a convicted criminal.

"Oh, this was the Jeremiah's Library. I wasted one of King Jeremiah's precious books. This is a death sentence, isn't it?

Ishur turned off his grin and glanced at Sonier.

"But this isn't over yet"

Ishur's eyebrows are raised and his eyes narrowed.

The colour of determination floated over his face.

"I will crush everything, both Lehne's recap and Jeremiah's king seal. Take away the neck tree from this library, the century-old neck tree."

The magic of the wind blows up around you.

"Nell."

Ishur kept his head forward and commanded Nell behind him.

"Lay a wind prison formation all over this library."

And Ishur slowly stuck his right hand forward.

"And pull all the books out of the bookshelf."

"Yes, sword."

Nell's voice of joy rose from behind.

The whole library is covered with the magic of a blue and white glowing wind.

When the bookshelf rings, the books are spouted one after the other in a glowing blue space, floating in the universe.

Hundreds of books lined up horizontally and vertically to the ceiling, up to the back of the browsing room.

Then he turns his back down and the pages are turned simultaneously.

Magic rose from some of the books in it.

Some magic is the summoning magic of dark spirits, some magic is the magic of stone rubble, of earth that crushes the eyes of those who see the book.

A certain magic is the magic of the wind that blows the beholder's neck.

A certain magic invites the reader to a sleep that will never awaken again, the magic of sleep......

Not until all magic is crushed and activated in the wind prison formation.

Ishur draws in the magic of gold, and uses it like a sharp razor to scrape and burn the magically activated section of the book thinly and carefully over the paper.

Cluttered magic shines through the blue space and disappears in an attempt to shine.

"Ah, ah."

Sonier is imprisoned in the wind prison formation, unable to move his body.

I can't even look back, I can only groan, even towards Ishur.

Ishur deliberately directed a grin of abuse at Sonier, which she had once shown.

Eventually the magic signs disappeared from all the books.

Around just a quiet circulation of blue and white glowing wind magic.

... Done. The Book of Magic no longer exists in this library.

"Get rid of the book."

Ishur turned off his grin from the face and said in a small voice to Nell.

Nothing changes how it looks, a room in the library.

Sonier falls to the floor and looks up with hateful eyes.

"You were laughing when Capino Gillette was killed by evil spirits."

Ishur took the gaze of hatred from the front and said in a low voice.

"Was that so much fun? Happy?

I wonder what this girl's crooked is.

Was it imprinted from my parents who couldn't be Petra's nanny, who couldn't hold power?

Was it something he had brought with him from birth?

"There is no more magic in this library. All there is is is a royal code. There's nothing to satisfy your abuse. You have no power. You can't even illuminate when you have power."

Neither the king seal of this library nor the trap of Lehne belongs to Sonier.

"Oh, do you know what you've done,... how many sins you've committed?

Sonier stood up shaking his whole body, still smiling as usual at Ishur.

She had not yet succumbed.

"You said it from yourself earlier, didn't you? I'm sorry I took all the seals off King Jeremiah's library on my own, but it's not just the death penalty."

Sonier dazzled his eyes like one day and said with pleasure.

"Oh, yeah"

Ishur nodded, honestly one thing. And he lifted up one hand, and let him shake it flickering.

"So, what's wrong with that? The royal family makes me a sinner. Surely you can do that. But who in this world?"

Ishur had the same abusive, no, totally different, challenging grin as Sonier.

"Who the hell can punish me? Who the hell can catch me and put me on the death row?

"Ha..."

Sonier's face turns bright white in an instant and freezes.

"There is no such thing in this world as one who makes me obey with strength. There is no such thing as someone who can buy my anger and live.... if I care."

Ishur cut off his words there once, and cleared up between them.

"You can turn the whole continent into scorched earth."

The light disappears from her eyes.

One of Ishur's words beat Sonier thoroughly.

What she wanted, what she greeted.

Whoever held it was right in front of him. That wasn't her.

... who punishes me, who can subdue me.

That's all they have. It's not divine.

Ishur turned off her grin and stared untouched at Sonier's face, not as lively as a doll.

There the door behind the browsing room opened, and a girl appeared, about four or five years younger than Sonier, still in the shadow of a child.

Same cleric-style outfit as Sonier. Short mowed hair. Bright white clear skin. Big blue eyes.

... faceless face.

"I'm a librarian, an apprentice."

The girl stood behind Sonier and said in a fine voice.

……

Ishur nodded silently.

Sonier doesn't show any reaction.

"... will Secretary Papeek also be guilty"

The girl said in a flat voice, with no expression.

"There is no direct sin on this guy. But I'm not to blame for anything more than being the custodian of this library."

To be clear, Sonier also has a good chance of being sentenced to death.

All the seals of the king of this library are gone. She couldn't prevent my atrocities.

……

The apprentice girl nodded, bowing her head to Ishl.

Please have mercy on this man.

Ishur glanced at the girl with dismay.

This kid has a lot to say...

And this girl doesn't seem to hate Sonier.

"Okay. I'll plead with Henrik for the life of this scribe."

"Thank you"

The girl bowed her head to Ishl.

"Colour..."

So Sonier reacted for the first time.

I saw Ishur's face, I saw the apprentice girl's face, and I turned my face to Ishur again.

"Marya doesn't want your death. She was even trying to forgive you. It was grinding."

Sonier opened her eyes and just looked at Ishr with a glimpse, no, something different.

Ishur told Sonier, with his last words.

"You thank Marya.... you just have to live quietly in this little, powerless library. There's nothing more disturbing your mind."

West Nippon accidentally plugs in, dyeing the girls' faces red.

Ishur turned his back and left the library.

When I went outside the library, there was Rifia, Mira, Nina, and Marya right in front of me.

"Let's use the wind junction magic."

"Wind prison formation, isn't it? It was such beautiful magic."

"Are you hurt? Mr. Ishl."

Stuffed in Ishl, Rifia, Mira and Nina keep talking to each other about standing up.

... Nell did that junction.

But there is no need to look back, the Spirit of the Wind is already gone.

"What happened inside?

Rifia says from the side.

Ishur looked at the silent Marya all the time and said to reassure Lifia with a bright grin.

"The king seal of the Jeremiah's Library, and the magic of Lene, have all been wiped out"

Marya's eyes open in amazement.

"Hey..."

"Oh, you know, it"

Rifia and Nina also reveal surprises.

It would be unprecedented, such as wiping out all Wang Feng.

Extreme sentencing would have been assured.

"Well,... it"

Only Mira, an exotic person, has a somewhat pleasant tone.

Ishur explained what happened in the library, what he did.

"Marya. Now there's no magical power around Sonier either. All that remains is the royal law, Just a little librarian, a prisoner in a prison called the Royal Library."

... the authority of King Jeremiah, which Sonier had in his hands, and the magic put into his books.

I took all that magic. All that remained was the king's, shape-filled authority a hundred years ago.

Ishur turned around and looked up at the door of the Jeremiah's Library.

"Can he accept this situation later, that's all?"

If Sonier can't stand it. Beyond that lies her own, just ruin.

"Even when tied to this library, there are daily changes. In the morning and evening, there is comfort in the shifting seasons. I have a job as a secretary."

Ishur smiled at Marya.

"Yeah."

Marya snorted and accidentally wept.

... It's Marya who's been having hard feelings about Sonier.

Whether you kill Sonier or forgive him, in the end, you can't solve everything.

Everything has already happened.

The fact that Sonier's mother couldn't be Petra's nanny, the match between Marya and Sonier, and the death of Capino Gillette.

But now no one who loses his life in this library will at least die of irrational magic.

"He's a three-meal nap just to manage all those books, isn't he?

Ishur leaned before Marya and wiped her tears.

"As much as I'd like to do on my behalf."

"... yeah"

Marya grinned as she cried.

No Rifia, no Mira, no Nina, no Ishur of the person I said it to. Everyone smiled flamboyantly.

On that day, Ishur quickly went to Piersh Izreek, head of the codification office and secretary, to explain what he had done in the Jeremiah's Library.

Piersch blued his face and panicked when it came to the story of Lene's recapitulative junctional magic, which was a joyful breeze where Ishur broke it brilliantly, but finely cut the book and removed all the magic seals in the statement library.

Ishur concluded his report by saying "Say hello to His Majesty the King" and told Henrik that Sonier's plea for help and, oddly enough, not to hold Piersch accountable at all.

When Ishur returned to his room and was alone, he called Nell.

"Looks like you've completely healed."

"Yes, my sword. Thank you."

Nell nods with an adorable smile.

I've never seen a summoned spirit suffer a wound that even humans can see.

Exhaustion through magic, of course, is sometimes known.

I'm not sure where or how Nell was attacking that Spirit God junction. Ask her and she'll only return answers that don't get guidelines, like it's halfway between the world and the other realms of the Spirit, and there's nothing I can do about it, but I somehow know it was such a special situation.

If the object is the magic apparatus of the Spirit God, it is not surprising what happens.

"I'm sorry about today. I didn't know you were going to fight your own..."

"But the sword has a wind sword that was taught directly by the Yveda-sama. I'm glad you're okay."

"Thanks. I don't think there will be any rough stuff for a while to come, but please continue"

In the underground temple of Brectas, the Golden Spirit will also be summoned anew, and Nell may take turns, but let's use her for a while.

Small moves are good, but they have local power. I can also take care of details that are not spiritual.

It's a very easy spirit to use.

"That little librarian, you looked a lot like Nell by any chance"

Ishur turned to the blurry south of the indoor, to those with the Royal Library.

"Is it? I don't think I'm very similar."

……

Turning to Nell's floating face, she has her face turned sideways and her lips pointed.

Nell was uncommonly angry.

"Right."

The Spirit also sees things that are invisible to humans. Maybe that's why Sonier looks different to her again.

Something that doesn't appear in the human eye. What does that look like to her?

... could not be seen in the mirror of the Spirit God, God's cause,?

Sonier and Nell look exactly the same, but they're completely different.

Then it was just a bluff, and the two events were not even relative.

There was no cause or effect. It wasn't even a coincidence.

"I'm sorry. Nell's cuter."

Ishur looked up at Nell and said with a slightly lonely face.

I'm sure she doesn't look like me, but she's a poor spirit.

……

Nell deflected his face further and disappeared silently.

If I could see the color too, I would have seen her cheeks turning bright red.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly the wind blew through the room as Nerlelanke disappeared.

The window rang and the bedroom door opened.

... indoors, even though it's winter.

Did Nell make you blow it?

The strange wind was clean and just so warm that Ishur thought of a sunny day in the spring.

Sonier's figure floating in the back of his brain was blown away and disappeared somewhere.

On the day of the coming Ishur was summoned by Henrik to his princely mansion in the West Palace, where he had met him several times before.

In the same supper room as the other day, Henrik had Petra and Marya, plus Rusla and Domil and Piersch.

A slightly brighter green was visible from the windows lining the east, with the sunlight plunging into sharp corners.

It was now before noon, and there were signs of people moving around in the mansion.

When Ishur sat in the empty seat, Henrik said in the most open, or pitiful tone.

"Mr. Ishur..., what have you done again? What the hell am I supposed to do with this?"

Henrik has been staring at Ishl with a really crying face.

Ishur, by contrast, quickly looked sideways at Petra.

... This is a lot, Petra did it to you.

Thank you to me.

"Father up."

"Uncle. Ishl's not bad."

and just came between Petra and Marya.

Marya is also aggressive this time.

"Ugh, um"

Henrik was there, coughing up and stretching his spine.

"Mr. Ishur, the great success you raised in the United Kingdom earlier is unparalleled. It's hard for the kingdom to replace anything..."

"I'm afraid, Your Majesty"

Ishur, while showing in awe, plainly blocked Henrik's words.

... Anyway, I know this guy will write off this one. If you absolutely don't want to turn me against your enemies, it will be you who thinks stronger than anyone else.

More than that, this man thinks of something else.

"Did you get any more reports on Lene's recap?"

Now I look sideways at Piersch.

To Ishur's gaze, the codification manager nodded small.

"Mm-hmm. That was tough. That's the owner of God's magic equipment. The secretary told me that you were the only one who could take Baron Lehne's book and survive it."

"I shattered Lene's recap after that, no, the magic of the Spirit God. His Majesty also now, as you know, was a trap set by Lehne himself in order to eliminate those who seek to explore themselves and approach them."

Besides, that book didn't even mention a single sentence, such as Lene's retrospective.

……

In Domill's eyes comes a faint colour that contains a slight hint. And Rusla.

But it's not like the two of you are malicious towards Ishur.

Instead of having this conversation, it also seemed like a breeze I was enjoying.

"Lene herself is already dead. It is strange to think that the lives of the named Wizard will continue to be lost in order to preserve the secrets of those who are not in this world. She also served for a long time as the head of the court magic guide, a man once known as the" Sword of the Kingdom ”. But he is not of the royal family, nor of the great aristocracy that lasts a long time. I don't think we need to protect ourselves until we lose the right people after we die."

"Ugh, um... But"

"I was determined to sweep the Jeremiah's Library seal because Lene's recap had nothing in it, it was just a tricky piece of magic that consumed lives. Indeed, the authority of the Historic King is an important one. But for that reason, it is strange that the lives of such a deserving person as Capino Gillette are easily lost. The royal library should only be protected by the royal law. If noble talent is to be lost in the future, it will be a great loss to the nation."

Ishur preached to himself to fold up.

In this day and age, after all, it is a claim that will not be accepted.

King's power is something that must always be protected, no matter whose life is lost. The mysterious power of magic is essential to protect the kingdom.

But still, I wanted to say this.

"The loss of the state, … is it"

Rusla squeaks.

"Uh-huh. Surely your opinion is worth listening to"

Henrik nodded over and over again.

"Ishur's opinion is not the best. May I ask you nothing about this, Father?"

"Mm-hmm. Let's just say I look like that here."

Henrik nodded one big time and said in a heavy tone.

! !

Ishur struggled to fix his expression.

… complete scheduled harmony. You have a script?

I expected it, but it's too blatant, too harsh...

As Ishur looked around, Marya was laughing and stretching her breasts without Petra.

Rusla's mouth angle was shaking slightly.

What was what I said?... Well, fine.

"So instead of asking Lord Ishur about this case, I'd like to ask you a favor. Of course it's not a bad story for you."

Full or Rusla picked up the progression from Henrik and started talking instead.

... Is this still it? What Henrik wants to talk about most. The deal you wanted me to swallow.

"Lord Ishur said he would go to the underground temple of Brektas in the spring. In doing so, I would love to provide personnel and materials from my kingdom. No, I would like to accompany the royal family."

... Yes, sir.

"For the battle against Malefioa, the royal family will do everything they can to help. Instead, we would like to ask the royal family to provide us with the magic equipment obtained in the underground temple."

"Nice to meet you, Ishur. As you know, there are no wizards in the royal family right now, not enough magic equipment. You have to recover the lost power of the previous battle a little faster."

……

Ishur nodded silently to Henrik.

I've already heard this story from Petra the other day.

"Oh, good. This makes my kingdom cheap."

Henrik nodded lightly, smiling.

... Either way, you will need a certain amount of personnel to fight Malefiore. Henrik's suggestion is also beneficial here.

Henrik and Rusla from the end were going to use what I did in the Jeremiah's Library for material on the terms of this deal, I guess.

If you dive to the deepest part of the underground temple, you'll get ten or twenty magic implements. This is a number that even the royal family can't fool around with. Apart from red jade stones from Malefioa, you might even get an Epic Magic Gear.

"If you're going underground, it's my turn. The magic of fire is essential."

Marya's voice inadvertently sounded as Ishur thought with a slightly dazed face.

"Fire magic illuminates the dark night and burns away evil spirits"

Is it a passage from the Magic Book of Fire?

Marya grinned and told him to sing.

While continuing to trace the investigation of national history further, preparations began for the underground temple survey of Brektas, the Malefioa crusade.

No personnel have yet been decided on the royal side, but the Ishurs will be leaving the King's Capital waiting for the spring snow melt.

Ishur went to the National History Browsing Office, went to the market in Wangdu, rode the Schwarzlad at a squad yard southwest of Royal Castle, where he trained in running and magic.

And I did the “date” I promised Rifia and Nina and the others.

One day like that, Ishur wrote to Sierra.

Dear Sierra,

I'm so glad to hear from you. I read about it in a snowy mountain plug on the north line.

I'm filled with nostalgia. I'm so glad everyone looks good.

In the fight against the United Kingdom, I was very worried about whether Sierra was still in the King's capital.

But you managed to escape so badly that I felt relieved and relieved. [M]

Yeah, and congratulations on your engagement. I'm glad you seem nice.

By the time this letter arrives, are you already married? If so, how delightful.

Say hello to your good man, too.

Mine hasn't changed, I'm doing fine.

I'm staying in Wang Capital now, but in the spring I'll be going to explore.

We may have another tough fight ahead of us, but we'll make sure we win again this time and try to survive.

I have something I am aiming for, and I still can't go home, but I am sure that one day I will achieve my purpose and return to the village of Bersch.

Then, of course, I'll stop by Ellistar. Say hello to Mr. Seville and the others.

I'll take care of you, but let Mr. Paulo know about my news, too. Reconstruction of the village, for a moment now, please.

See you, Sierra, till the day I see you again.

I wish you happiness wherever you are.

Ishr Bersch