Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

[Tabernacle] Waiting for Spring 1

# 1 Marya's Wishes

A few days after there was an incident at the Jeremiah's Library.

As King Henrik laid down the decree, the wolf that Ishur had worked for the Royal Library never spread to the royal palace - but Mary came to visit Ishur's chamber that morning.

"Go ahead, Marya."

"Thanks"

Romir serves tea.

Over a low horizontal table, Ishur sat facing Marya.

When Marya says thank you, Romir meets her and leaves the room. From the gap where the door closed, I could see him making a stretch.

"What's going on? So early in the morning."

"If you don't see Ishur soon, one of the others will come"

……

Ishur exhaled small, grinning.

"I'm off investigating national history today. Mira and Rifia will show their faces to the Mansion."

... face the Mansion, because I think it's a little weird to say it.

We have both been in the West Palace for a long time and hardly ever return to our own mansion in Wangdu.

"Nina's here, and I'm sure Petra's coming"

"Ha"

Ishur laughed in a voice that was also small and powerless.

"I'm here today to thank Ishur"

"Hmm?"

Marya put her mouth on Romir's cup of tea. Ugh, sipping tea while breathing cold into a cup held in both hands.

... That's cute, Marya. I've been eyeballing in the morning.

When Ishur smiled bitterly, she looked up and said.

From the cup, the hot air is slightly rising.

"... about Sonier"

"Oh."

Ishur grows his grin and nods.

"Talking about Pixa, Sonier hasn't had any particular problems since then. He's depressed, but he doesn't care enough."

"Pixa?"

"The Jeremiah's Librarian Apprentice Child"

"Oh, I see"

Ishur nodded loudly, one thing.

That short haired, doll-faced girl?

"Did Ishur know?

"No, just the face. We only met once."

Marya. Hey, hey...

……

As Ishur stared meaningfully, she pulled up the edge of her lips slightly.

"You know what?"

... That's just great, Marya. Did you say why and hold on, and keep an eye on Sonier?

Maybe you've been in contact with that girl since I named her Jeremiah's Library.

"I think what Ishl did was the best"

Marya returned to the conversation after disclosing Pixa.

"I guess so."

"I can't do more than that. Leave only peace for Sonier. There's nothing good about that girl, even if the magic is around her."

……

Ishur just smiles slightly.

"Besides, Ishur was right when he said it was better to get rid of Wang Feng"

"It's not good to keep it a secret rather than to get rid of Wang Feng. You just have to make sure that the clerk informs those who view it in advance. Isn't that enough?"

At that point, it would be possible to put aside whether the viewer would give up reading the book and at least make him recognise the existence and weight of the royal power. So we should assume that Wang Feng's purpose has been achieved. At that point, the majority of the viewer's life does not have to be lost. Only those who can counter Wang Feng will try to read the book to their hands.

It's completely out of the question, like Lene, just killing, putting up obvious traps, etc.

"... right"

Marya nodded deeply.

"But I think most king seals in the Royal Library can tell by looking at them."

"Pierce said so."

Many of the Wang seals are wrapped in parchment with the seal of the royal seal or decorative strings stopped by relief copper plates with the same mark.

"Like Jeremiah's book, it's less marked."

"A king who was thoughtful of his collections, or who could not destroy them, and who thought they should be kept in strict secrecy, did not know which one was sealed besides those involved, as Jeremiah did," Mary explained.

If you do value secrecy, it is counterproductive to impose a seal that you can see at a glance.

After Marya became her, she proceeded to hear from Pierce and the scribes, who apparently examined the Royal Library in detail.

"Now again, I owe Ishur a great deal"

Marya had a simple gentle grin that only showed to someone close to her.

"Well, I guess so"

This time, for sure, it was something I did for Marya.

"I wonder if there's anything I can do there"

"Hmm..."

Ishur thought with his arms in front of his chest.

"... then"

Ishur showed Marya the necklace out of her shirt's chest.

A small rainbow stone (opal) shines on its head.

It's a magic trick.

And Mary saw the stone of the necklace that Ishur had offered, and said,

Same as when I showed it to Rifia and Mira before. Marya also soon realized that the rainbow stone was a magic fixture, a magic stone.

"This is a thank you from Salomon, the new king of the Holy Kingdom, for his insignificant bionato. The magic of life, the magic of substitutes."

"Hmm."

Marya nodded small.

I disappeared without informing her, because it's exotic, or the tone is a little cold. Though it is usual for the reaction to be faint.

"I want to replace this leather string."

Before leaving Estofol, the holy capital, Ishur necklaced the rainbow stone, a substitute magic fixture he had received from Salomon on an empty day. On the same day, Mira called a craftsman to the mansion who also dealt with magic fixtures, but none of the necklaces prepared by the craftsmen were too decorative and Ishl did not mind, choosing the simplest neck decorative head, a silver pedestal, fitted with rainbow stones, and for the time being, a necklace.

The craftsman was called to the residence of the Duke of Dielard, so he came with all the luxurious necklaces, full of expensive gems.

Thin leather strings can cut you off during battle. Ishl wanted to reinforce it by putting copper wire inside the leather string, etc.

"There's a magic shop in Wangdu, too, right?

"Oh.... the magic store is closing now"

"Eh."

"The Magic Fixture Shop in Wangdu was next to the Union of Magic Instructors, and when Yuri Olura attacked me, I rushed to the store."

According to Marya's story, the union of magicians and magicians of the Kingdom of Ladis was in the North Palace, but when the United Kingdom attacked the King's capital, it was suddenly shut down. Apparently precious products are now stored in a treasure trove in the basement of the Royal Palace.

"The Union of Magic Instructors is now renting a piece of the East Palace."

"Right..."

Ishur smiled slightly there.

"What kind of a magic shop owner are you? Are you a grandmother like Chelia?

"Cheliah?... like I heard somewhere"

Marya comes up with a difficult face.

... right. Marya doesn't know that Frontera's magic shop and the owner of the Holy City's magic shop are the same person.

"Was it Frontera's magic furniture store sister? I'm the Mistress of the Magic Store in the Holy City."

"Oh, you're the sister of Suraria, the twins. I've never seen him before."

Is that old woman's name in Frontera called Suraria?

Anyway, you should keep it a secret from Marya that Chelia and Slalia are the same person.

The curse carried by that old woman, the Dark Crossing, is the highest secret.

No one should know that Frontera and Estofol can come and go in just a few moments. Besides Mira, Rifia and me, there must be no more people to know.

"So..."

"Oh, yeah. The Royal Castle magic shop is not your grandmother. Retired Grandfather of the Royal Magic Instructor."

"Oh, yeah."

Ishur nodded small.

... The owner of the magic furniture store in Wangdu is not a suspicious person like Chelia, apparently.

"Well, I wonder if there's anything else you can do to fix the magic fixtures"

"I have a store that specializes in repairs. Do you want to go there?

"Oh, please"

"Yeah, it's all over town, so I'll show you around."

Marya smiled a small smile and said happily.

"Well, it's been a long time since Ishr and I have been together."

Even the Wang capital often stands out in black robes on large wooden canes.

When you hit Marya, all the passers-by stop for a moment, then shudder and retreat aside to make way. Wizards are rare to the inhabitants of the King's capital.

Mary cares nothing for the eyes of the city's inhabitants and progresses to and from the city with dignity.

"I figured the carriage would have been better"

Wang Du is no different from Frontera either.

Ishur said before, remembering when he had Marya show him around Frontera's magic store.

"Fine. Because I'm used to it."

Marya looked back at Ishur walking diagonally back and said.

She uttered the exact same dialogue as she did then.

After chatting in Ishur's living room, they immediately left the north gate of the royal castle and entered the street stretching west of the square.

The opposite direction I went out with Mira the other day.

The western side of the royal castle is slightly higher in elevation than the eastern side, with gentle hills large and small. Aristocratic mansions are scattered among the jungle. On the north side stretched streets like the east, and Marya took Ishur from the north neighborhood toward the west hill.

Through the clutter of the city, we saw tree-covered hills among the houses, eventually becoming a little mansion around. As soon as she entered the ramp that followed on the north side of the hill, Marya began to climb the small staircase on her left.

The decorator's shop, which also deals with the repair of magic fixtures, was at the end of that small climb of stairs.

Around there are dull, deep green oak trees and nan (kuzunoki), and unknown grass trees.

Marya stood in front of the door of a rustic country-style house and pushed her knocker, making sure she could bury herself among the trees.

It was a house with no philosophy whatsoever, with a structure that I don't think is very businesslike.

Some time later, a boy appeared out of the door and was passed into a room like a reception room as soon as he went inside.

The boy with the thin dirty forehead pulled into the back without a decent greeting to the Ishurs.

Ishur looked around somewhat at at cluttered rooms such as tedious benches and desks, chests and bookcases, cloth-cut cages and books and writing fixtures, and candlesticks.

Guest rooms, but no matter how you look at them, they're the rooms your family uses in their normal lives.

It smells like drifting inside. Somewhere, I remember smelling the same in someone's house.

It's a very common smell of life, mixed with the smell of food, oil, cloth and wood.

"Is this the shop?"

"It's a workshop in the back. My parents will be out soon."

Marya said, "Shall we sit? I said," I sat in a chair close by.

The door was knocked as Ishur sat on the chair across the street, and a magnificent man came inside.

"You want to replace this with a leather-knitted string with a copper wire core?

A grey-haired, white-beared man took Ishl's necklace and said:

The man has also asked for a greeting there.

"Yeah, do you have it in stock?

Ishur asked his parents what they cared most about.

"I do. I'll get right to it, so I was wondering if you could give me a minute."

The magic fixture should be repaired as soon as possible.

If it takes days, the wizard brings it back every day or the craftsman comes through for repairs. Magic fixtures are so expensive and precious that wizards don't keep them with artisans for long periods of time, and artisans don't like them.

"This is an alternate stone. Pretty much."

When Ishur nodded, the man said with a grin.

Salomon gave me a goodbye. That would certainly be a good one.

In this case, this craftsman is referring to the quality as a magic tool and as a gem and possibly both.

"Then a sample string we have, I'll bring it, so I wonder if you'll pick it out"

When the man said so, he pulled back once and brought some samples.

When Isul chose the simplest, most difficult one, he said, "Because it won't take half a minute," and kept the replacement necklace and pulled it back into the back again.

"Thanks, Marya. Sounds like a lot sooner today."

Ishur said again, sitting back across from the same Marya.

"Yeah. Do you want to have lunch with me after this?

Marya's black eyes twitched and looked wide at first sight.

"Oh, right. Thank you again for your time."

"Because there's a store nearby that I know of. Let's do it there."

"Near? Okay."

... It's been a long time since Marya and I had a meal.

Ishur snorted.

Talking to Marya, a craftsman walked right into the room.

"I got it. Go ahead."

Ishur, the moment he saw the necklace held in the man's hand, found copper wire inside knitted with leather strings.

I can sense as much metal presence as I want if I care about it than I have gold magic implements in my body. However, the sensitivity still varies depending on the distance.

"I left it“ nasty ”so that it wouldn't cut into leather strings. Well, it's better than not, to an extent."

The old man smiled with a soft look.

"Thanks for that."

Apart from the magic that manifests itself clearly in reality, there are also things in this world whose effects are unclear, such as superstitions, divinations, wishes and curses, the same as in previous life.

… so to speak, of course, but when it comes to the "curse of Malefioa," it is not something that can be done as very superstitious….

Ishur smiled unnecessarily at him to fix it, and showed him the substitute necklace he had received from the man, with it in front of him.

"... well done. No problem at all, thank you."

When I received the substitute necklace as I said it, I put it on my neck and shoved it into my shirt.

And I paid, and once again thanked my parents, I left the store behind.

……

When he went outside, Ishur was relieved and took a breath.

"What's wrong?"

Marya asks from the side.

"Nothing."

... what Malefiore did to Lelia, the forest witch, and did nothing. I don't know what a “curse” is, it ends up without trying to fight it.

Ishur also grinned at Marya and waved her blindfold.

The two descended the stairs, and when they returned to the road they came, they proceeded west on the road for a while, and broke into the road on their left hand where they were divided into two strands, this time to the other side of the hill, and climbed east.

Marya's "I Know Store" was on the eastern slope of the hill along the way.

As Mira and the former guild chief of the mercenary union she visited the other day, the same as the old man's house, crept inside through the gates that entangled the oxen multiple times, a stylish mansion lined with tables and chairs appeared in the eastern garden.

There were several sets of guests at the table, and I could hear them bickering in a classy low voice.

"I see. This is a nice view."

When Ishur was guided to the service of the store and got to his seat with Marya, he glanced at the east side of the hill and said:

In front of you, the royal castle stretches across the noble mansions scattered among the trees, and the city of the king's capital stretches out on its north and west sides.

It was a wonderful view, overlooking the King's capital.

Just at the height of his gaze, he can see the royal palace surrounded by walls and trees.

Beyond, the hillside stretch to the east is thin and sumptuous, and from the city beneath you, a slight hustle and bustle is carried in a breeze.

"This is the first place in the king's capital. The eastern side of Kubor Hill is full of aristocratic mansions that are also famous in the King's capital"

According to Marya, the eastern slope of Kbor Hill west of this royal castle was a concentration of grand aristocratic mansions above the Count's, which gave rise to historic rulers and internal and external secretaries.

Eventually the freshly baked bread with a fragrant smell and the braised veal meat were carried.

Even the finest restaurants in this Wangdu had few dishes to choose from, either the effects of the war.

"You remind me of when you and I ate at Frontera."

Marya said cautiously, carrying small pieces of meat into her mouth.

"Oh. Right."

"Ishur was scared then"

……

Ishur nodded silently. As then, a harsh light dwelt in its eyes.

... Back then, I didn't know anything. The magic of the wind, the red emperor dragon, the gods.

And the family's, one crack of the village's vendetta, the Reverto Behm border uncle, had not yet finished either.

It was then that Rifia was first heard that she would have an "arrow of martial arts" that would integrate with her flesh.

And Royal Ladis was still a giant, bottomless being to me.

"But now a little, can you afford it?

I look at Marya with a slightly sad grin.

"Really? I hope so."

Indeed, from then on he left the Red Emperor Dragon and killed the Borderline Uncle, met Yveda, and took the magic of gold from Yuri Olura.

At last, however, the provocation of the moon god Lelia is being revealed and the structure of the conflict is becoming clearer.

What will Lelia do when I gather the five magic pieces and look like the gods?

I'm sorry as it is, I don't feel like I can meet with the Lord God Jerez.

So Lelia wonders if the gods, including Jerez, will try to reveal my secret that they cannot peek into, that they are reincarnated.

What will happen then?

Will the gods answer anything to the fate that struck me and the people around me?

… that's a matter beyond intelligence.

That's why I can't get rid of my anxiety, my threats.

But then I can't do anything. It won't be anything.

I just have to reopen it and believe in myself and bump into it.

"If he takes another goddess stone from Malefioa, Ishur will also get the earthly magic fixture. Petra's Spirit, Uromira, may also regain true power"

Mary glanced into Ishur's eyes and said:

"Oh."

Naturally, Marya will also know that she spoke to Petra and her spirits, Uluomira, in the village of Vocali.

"Then the Red Emperor Dragon will be next."

"... right"

As for the Red Emperor Dragon, he is in total Gori Mist, and there is no prospect of identifying his location.

"No particular report comes up from Kusim's. I guess the Red Emperor Dragon returns to his nest and is locked up."

"Maybe."

"I will arrange for the location of the Red Emperor Dragon."

"Arrangements?"

"Yeah. I don't know for sure, but for once. Ask Trash Rouge or Pearsh Izreek, Codification Manager"

"Right. Thanks for that.... Ah."

Ishur took his gaze off Marya in contempt, and did it in the distance.

... part of what I talked to him about when I fought the Red Emperor Dragon should be told.

I just wrote to the Maryas to let them know what actually happened on the surface, and I'm not talking about the content of the conversation with the Red Emperor Dragon, etc.

"What's going on?

"There was something I hadn't told Marya about with the Red Emperor Dragon yet. If you want to check on Marya, let me talk to her."

……

Marya stared at Ishur with a glaring face.

"You had something to keep a secret about."

"I do not want to be hostile to anywhere, neither King Radice, nor the Holy Kingdom, nor the Cathedral Church, but I am not willing to serve anywhere, nor become a cleric"

"... yeah"

Marya nods in a small voice.

"But it looks like you, Petra, and Refia are going to help me without a royal relationship, so I'm going to teach you."

Ishur smiled and stared back at Marya's face.

"Marya did something, didn't she? Your air changed on the way to King's Landing."

……

Marya's mouth trembles slightly.

"I can't teach you that"

"Well, that's fine"

Ishur said with a louder grin.

You shouldn't go into that.

"So I'll also talk about the Red Emperor Dragon. I haven't had a chance to talk about it before, because I do. If I hadn't kept it a secret, I wouldn't have decided."

At that summit of Krembel, when Mira and I talked alone.

I haven't told Marya, Petra, or Nina about the Red Emperor Dragon I told then. It's also the Duke's residence in Lifia, and we're only talking rough.

"At that time, Carlisle..."

Oh, what is it? His name.

Ishur tried to retrieve a note from the inner pocket of his jacket describing the name of the great spirit of the wind he had summoned so far.

Carlitos Alruzzari.

Marya, just like that time, I remember Carlitos' name well.

"Oh, that. I had a little talk with the Red Emperor Ryu while he carried you to Fugo."

"Did you talk?... have you been speaking to your heart like a spirit?

"Yes, he did. The Red Emperor Ryu said it had been a long time since he had spoken to a human being, and he had spoken to me. Well, you wanted some information from me. He told me to talk to him about me."

... when I first found out what happens when I collect the five magic fixtures.

The first time I had doubts that the gods were interfering directly with the death of my family and those in the village of Bersch, no, not just watching, but with my fate.

And when I found out about the existence of "God without a name”...

Ishur told Marya the story of the Red Emperor Ryu at that time.

I just didn't talk about the Lord God Jerez or the Moon God Lelia or “God without a name” this time either.

"... I didn't want to fight him until Cal came back either. To buy time, I decided to listen to him. So I could know a lot about it."

"... yes"

"Do you believe me? What I told you. Before that, he could be lying."

"I believe what Ishur said. I don't think the Red Emperor Ryu lied either."

Marya said, staring at Ishur with her big eyes.

"Can I talk to my uncle about this?

Marya asked me if I could also talk to Henrik, other than Petra.

... The Red Emperor Dragon's hope is to destroy mankind, the humans of this continent. He feared human organization, his power as a group.

"Fine. If he had all five magic pieces, it would be a big deal."

The Red Emperor Dragon is a common threat to all countries of the continent. That's why Marya asked me if I could talk to Henrik.

"We need to find out where the Red Emperor Dragon's Nest is."

"Oh."

Ishur nodded in a difficult face.

... That said, there will be few literature describing the Red Emperor Dragon. It's almost hopeless when it comes to where his nest is and where he is.

"Talking about Ishur, I could feel the wind magic trigger in the village of Bersch, but it seems impossible around the Wang capital."

"I can tell you the approximate distance from there, but you're a little suspicious. I don't know why, but he felt like he didn't want to go west of Kusim. When I stuck it in, I was told the answer."

"Yeah.... but I guess that just didn't want to get down to the public"

Marya twisted her neck slightly and did her thinking trick.

"If we come all the way to Arva or anywhere near Harumel in the Holy Kingdom, it would be a fuss. It will fight tens of thousands of troops and hundreds of wizards. If you were to attract Ishur with the magic of the wind, you would avoid such a hassle, wouldn't you? I don't care if you're in the meadows or the woods, it doesn't make sense because I'm not going to be able to crusade this one."

"Maybe there is."

I don't know if a thousand units of Borderline Bo army would attack me once or twice, but if it were 10,000 units, I would find it just depressing to say Red Emperor Dragon.

"And the Red Emperor Dragon lives in a volcano, right?"

"Oh. He did say," I slept in the foothills of the volcano. ”

"... there are only two clues. That's a little harsh."

"Yeah......"

Shall I ask Mira? Ask her to send a letter to Salomon. The Red Emperor Dragon threat is no other personnel for the Holy Kingdom either.

"For the destruction of the Red Emperor Dragon, the Holy King and the Cathedral Church will help you."

... Cathedral Church?

"Right."

Hmm?

At that time, a man's service approached the seats of the Ishurs, offering a basin.

"Take this one."

The servant offered a silver basin towards Marya. There's a small roll of paper on top.

"Thanks"

Marya glanced inside when she received the little letter, and cast something like a spell in her mouth.

Then a scroll of paper in his hand floated into the universe, and it caught fire and burned.

The dark ashes become fine dust and disappear.

……

Ishur made a difficult face when he saw it.

"What?

"From Rusla Nicebald. There's a merchant guild in the castle right now, so I was wondering if Ishr could join us from now on."

Ishur glided his gaze to the side for a moment and looked at the other guests.

How aristocratic a lady, a merchant-style man who seems golden.

At first glance, no one feels suspicious.

"Is that what this place is all about?"

Ishur said in a low voice as he sighed.

... Me and Marya have surveillance too. Naturally, too, I don't know.

"That's not true, though."

Marya looked sorry and said in a small voice.

"Well, that's fine"

I have no choice. I'm a man with the magic of God, and Marya is the princess's milk sister, near Petra's side. Mustache surveillance and escorts must be on somewhat.

If many nobles and luxuries come and go, it may not be just a fancy restaurant.

"So, what's a merchant guild greatness doing to us?

"You're going to the temple of the desolate god of Brectas, aren't you? Because the royal family has no money either."

"Oh,... you know what?"

"Yeah. If we find any ancient artifacts, jewelry if possible, we're talking about turning it preferentially to the King's Capital Merchant Guild to buy it away"

"So you're covering the cost of the investigation team?"

"Yeah."

"I don't like it, what's bulky? I don't know if I can afford to take that stuff home."

"Of course. I wouldn't do anything to pull Ishur's leg.... Sorry."

Marya bowed her head a little.

"It's not your fault, is it? Food, tents, royalty will arrange it, and I can't complain about this one. … So let's go back to the castle right away"

Ishur consciously made a bright face and looked at the royal castle.

"Fine. You don't have to go home. I can't. Ishr doesn't need to see me."

Marya waved and answered.

"Are you sure?

"Yeah. Because I'm eating alone..."

"Hmm?"

Marya's whining didn't sound ishly.

"Nothing."

Mary stared at Ishul.

"I can go to the underground temple... I wonder if I can come with you to the end when Ishur has all five magic pieces together."

……

Marya......

Ishur said in a complicated, indescribable face.

"The gods only meet those with five magic implements. At the end of the day, I'm alone."

Something else then, maybe I don't mind someone lying down.

But this is something I've already decided to do.

If you're going to die, if it comes down to something that you're going to extinguish...

I'm fine with that.

No matter how much you love the one who leaves you, no matter how hard it makes you feel.

"... Ha"

At that moment, Ishur's eyes opened wide.

... right. I'm glad I'm alone.

Suddenly old memories come back to life. I remember going too far.

But it never disappeared, shaking in the deepest depths of his heart.

Wounds of sorrow and remorse.

Families, wives and children left over from previous lives.

I left all of a sudden along the way, and I may have had a hard time since then, but still, they should have lived and lived their whole lives.

... I was dead then, but those kids survived.

"... Ishl?

Small, fine voice.

The warmth of spring began to mix slightly in the cold wind. The hustle and bustle of the city rising from the bottom.

Ishur was drawn back to reality.

"Oh, sorry"

My voice trembles slightly.

"Still..., please"

Said Marya, looking into her eyes at the shaking light.

"Be sure to come back."

A grin spreads in its mouth.

"It is also forbidden to be a god. Come back as a human."

When they got five magic implements, the gods said they could make the wishes of the man.

Then you may also accept the desire to be the new twelfth God.

Once Bionato went for it and Red Emperor Ryu still hopes.

"Hehe."

Ishur also smiled.

Keep holding this sadness and remorse forever.

It's not something you can throw away.

If you're no longer human, you'll lose what's deep inside this chest, too.

"I'm fine. I can't be a god. He's human to the end."

Marya nods softly.

The winter sky seen at the end of the perimeter was wide everywhere.

Beyond the deep, sinking green ridge, we could see the mountains of Brectas far away.

# 2 Invite

When the moon changed and after a few days of winter March.

That morning, Ishur received a visit from Mira's maid, Lucia.

She lurked in her footsteps and came into Ishur's room alone. Romir was not there.

"Good morning, Ishur."

Lucia greeted him with a smaller voice than usual, but with a heart, she looked at Ishur, who was standing at the window.

I was just opening the window to get the morning air into the living room.

"Hurry up. Follow me."

Lucia said in a pregnant voice of tension.

"Huh?"

Ishl leaks his suspicious voice by accident.

"Please.... Quiet."

When Lucia put her index finger on her mouth, she moved quickly to open the living room door.

……

Ishur stared silently at Lucia as she exhaled.

... Shut up and follow me, do you mean?

She doesn't even give Mira's name.

As Ishur moved between refrains, Lucia went out into the hallway first and looked left and right.

"Come here."

About behind Lucia, take the hallway to the north side of the hall.

The end of the hallway is a small lobby with space for long chairs and tables. There was a small door, discreet on its northwest wall.

Lucia opened the door and went inside.

Inside the room was a storage unit. White cloth-covered chairs, furniture, painting frames, wrapped carpets, vases, candlesticks, etc. are narrowly placed.

She slid through it and opened the back door.

During the next, it was a maid's refrain room with the West Palace, and there was a staircase in the corner of the room.

A maid sits on a chair with a few legs, fixing a handcloth or something.

The maid doesn't look up when Lucia and Ishur come in and ignores it.

... the obvious attitude of this maid. No way, it was bought.

What are you doing?

As Ishur shrugged his shoulders, Lucia called down a few steps down the stairs.

"Come here."

As soon as I descended the narrow, dim staircase to the ground floor, there was a door that exited outside, behind the unpopular West Palace.

He continued north behind the West Palace and headed towards the castle gate. Approaching the northern castle gate, he hit a passageway on the outer side that went to and from the scaffolding of the husbands engaged in repairing the castle walls and the officials of the royal palace.

Lucia slowed down her walking speed and looked back to Ishl as she came to the front of the tent temporary on the side of the castle gate.

"Please wait"

As soon as she went inside, Mira, dressed as the same city daughter as one day, came out.

"Good morning, Ishur."

"Morning......"

Mira's radiant smile dazzles.

She was dressed as a city daughter one day.

... er. I mean, is that what this is about?

Going out with Mira again? Have you found any stories? Is Lucia's behavior to hide from the eyes of the Rifias?

"Hmm?"

And, Mira was followed by another woman in a maid.

... this woman.

"Thank you for the other day"

The maid was a middle-aged maid who lived in the hands of the mountain serving some generations ago mercenary guild chief, that old man.

"Eh."

That means......

"Ishur, this is the one who brought me that old man's letter."

Mira had hidden it in her back hand, offering her a small roll of paper.

"Excuse me. I read your letter first because it was addressed to both my name and Ishr's."

"No, I don't mind that..."

Ishur opened the roll as he said.

The letter of the former guild chief stated that his relatives were supposed to live in Belondo Street in the Wang capital, where he was hired by the Royal Survey Corps as a hauling husband in the underground temple of Brektas.

"Hmm."

... the last Royal Investigation Team was dispatched eighty years ago. Naturally, the person in question would already be dead. The son is subtle, too. It would already be a generation of grandchildren. Will my grandfather's old story be passed down to my grandchildren's generation?

But if the man who was the husband was able to read and write, it is possible that he has some kind of record.

Is it worth looking into......

"He said that the Lord (or the Lord) remembered after that fu... As soon as I have your letter."

A middle-aged maid says with a full grin.

I see. The point is, you wanted money. It was generous of me to let you hold the silver coin.

That's why I did my job.

"No, this has been valuable news"

Mira as she plays her hand on her nose, followed by a smile when she sees Lucia.

"Thank you very much, Ishr."

"Oh, yeah. Thanks."

... That's fine, but I have a bit of a catch.

Ishur looked around.

The castle soldiers who pack in the castle gates, as usual, are checking and proceeding those entering the castle, and no one turns their attention to this one.

How did Mira and Lucia know this maid had been visiting the North Gate so early?

Normally, through a true knight stuffed with castle gates, the news would go first to Romir. Or...

Ishur gave the maid of the former mercenary guild leader a few pieces of silver coins herself, "let me know if that old man remembers anything again," he thanked and returned.

"How did you know that the maid was visiting the North Gate?

Ishur turned and saw Mira and Lucia on the spot and said:

"That's what Celia told me."

"On her way home to the morning market, she happened to run into the maid who was asking Mira and Ishur to take care of the guards at the castle gate."

and Mira and Lucia answered, respectively.

"Hmm."

Ishur turns a meaningful and temperamental gaze to both of them.

... you completely lost control of Celia. [M]

Sailia is the Grand Duke, now a royal squire and maid of honor, who has been followed by Mira since she left Frontera. Someone in the same position as Romir.

It's a little strange that the seria informs Mira before Romir does.

……

Both Mira and Lucia are even laughing and trying to deceive this place.

Lucia is furthermore sweating on her forehead.

"Well, that's fine."

"And, of course, I'm sorry for not letting Ishur know on the spot"

Mira, dressed as a city daughter, teases her forehead with both hands and says with a twist.

"Oh, yes, yes"

"Damn, that's what I'm talking about. I didn't want anyone else to know about this. Forgive me, Ishr."

Mira approached me as she said. I grip my hands in front of my chest, dye my cheeks and look up.

"Oh yeah......"

You get to be beautiful at times like this.

Absolutely irresistible and persuasive.

"Come on, Ishr. Why don't you come with me to Belondo Street now? Goodness hurry."

Mira said with a smile all over her face, all over her stomach.

"Ha ha."

Ishur laughed powerlessly.

... Mira, who received an injection from Celia, hurried to get dressed for her city daughter and went to the castle gate, not to let Romir know, especially not to touch Liphia's eyes, and ordered Lucia to take me out of the main entrance behind the building.

I don't see Sharka, but she's probably...

"Well, why don't we go to that bellond street?"

Ishur said he would sigh small.

However, it is very subtle to see if any new information can be obtained regarding the underground temple or Malefioa......

Ishur spread the roll of paper in his hand again.

When I turned my eyes to the paper, a flash of faint but strangely sharp magic ran from the rear for a moment.

"Ah."

When I realized it, the scroll had disappeared from Ishur's hand.

This brilliance of magic......

"What is this? I wonder what that means."

From behind, the voice of a tall, riddled woman.

As soon as I turned around, there was a rifia standing.

She spreads the roll and puts it high in front of her.

"Oh......"

I hear Lucia sighing from the side.

"Mr. Riffia."

Then Mira's sinking voice.

"Shalka is..."

"Don't worry, I didn't do anything. I just shook it off. There's a window in the hall that's broken."

Lifia said with her mouth raised.

... I knew it. He left Sharka behind as a watchdog and retainer for Refia.

Totally. What are you guys doing...

"Lord Mira, this is for me to go. It's my turn now.... May I?

Lifia waved the roll of paper in her hand, grinned and told Mira.

"Ishl, that's all right, too, right?

Lifia's eyes aren't laughing.

Perhaps you have shaken off Sharka with only the magic of acceleration.

So, he said the window glass had broken.

……

Ishur had a pulling grin.

There's no answer, is there?

Mira and Lucia's prospects crushed here.

"I don't know, Ishr."

Refia twists her hips and tries to lift the skirt hem slightly.

"Ugh, yeah. It looks great... Hey."

Ishur roared with a complicated face.

It's beautiful. Pretty, I might say. But it might not look good on you.

I kind of can't wipe it out of place......

……

Both Lucia and Mira look subtle.

Since then, now that Rifia's going out all over the city with Ishl, she's also saying, "I'll dress up as a city girl! I said," I'm going to go back to my room and get dressed.

And he was to come between the refrains of Ishur's living room and show off his gorgeous transformation.

During the refrain some Mira subordinates did not return to their rooms, but they all saw Refia dressed as "City Daughter” and reacted subtly.

Lifia has apprenticed Mira and naturally dressed to look like it. He had a light-eyed, slightly dull, water-colored skirt with a generated blouse, a bright beige shawl woven over it, long silver hair wrapped around a simple grasshopper patterned headscarf behind it like that.

... I like the ex, so the beauty is beautiful in any outfit. The choice of clothes as a city daughter is not strange either.

But after all, I have not been able to suppress the glowing aura that exudes from all over her body with too beautiful silver hair and soothing proportions.

"Ya still can't? I wonder if it doesn't look very good on you."

Refia gets sober and makes her face bow down.

"No. It's not that I don't look good..."

"I envy you. Mr. Riffia is too beautiful. I don't have such a beautiful city girl."

Mira said that, not to mention herself.

I don't feel offended if the person is unconscious, but I can't help but say sarcasm.

Just what Mira is saying is right. Rifia dresses as a city daughter, but it's still Rifia. The daughter of the Borderline Uncle family with the arrows of the martial arts, its noble and clean beauty cannot be hidden.

"Mmm."

A maid with a refier, Nocta groaned in a small voice.

Nocta is the same former Grand Duchess, now the exclusive maid the royal family has put on the rifia as the maid Salia with Mira.

She went on to tell her to scream when she pounded her palm with her own fist.

"I came up with it! Rifia, go back to your room and call me back."

"Oh, oh."

And when Nocta prayed to Ishur and the others, "Excuse me," he went out between refraining, trying to push the back of the frightened lifia.

"Oh..."

I hear Mira's missing voice for a little while from the side.

Noctua also seemed to be firmly getting into her husband (or jitter) while she spent a long time with Rifia.

Nocta and Salia, like Romir, hung fine swords on their hips in their battle against the United Kingdom. We can both do swordsmanship, just like Romir. And there's still a connection to “The Beard," and I'm guessing he's also serving as a watchdog for Rifia and Mira.

"That's bullying, Mr. Refia. I've been working so hard to get out with Ishur."

Mira sends a run-in to Ishur.

"Huh?"

... No, no. That's Mira too...

"Ishur."

Mira leans over to Ishul.

"Knock..."

Ishur was caught from all over his body in the illusion of sweat erupting more and more.

The sawdust and throat ring.

"I believe in Ishr..."

I see myself in Mira's eyes.

"We've been doing some research on Bellond Street. We have to. Ishur has a sweet spot for Mr. Lifia."

"Yes, sir"

Ishur shook his neck vertically many times to the sweet, but terrible pressure that he would blow on his face.

Behind Mira lies Lucia.

You Lucia...... But not if you care about her.

Mira's going out with Refia, and she's nailing me. I'm still knocking the nail.

... Anyway, now, I just have to.

"Mira, it's pathetic to abuse Ishur so much."

Lucia doesn't hesitate either......

"Oh, that's not true. What are you saying, Lucia?"

Mira leaves Ishur and eats to Lucia. Her spear slips away.

... Ha, but Lucia took care of me. Thanks......

Ishur glanced at the corner of the room. There was Sharka, who had escaped the rifia, a little less energetic, and Romir, who had completely erased the signs from earlier and turned them into statues.

Romir. Knowledgeable.

When Ishur tried to knock even at something hateful, the door to the room opened and Noctua turned up.

"Come on, Ishr. How about this?"

Nocta moves next to the door and invites the refier indoors.

……

Refia dyed her cheeks slightly and came in embarrassed.

Everyone's gaze is poured out except the person.

"Ho."

Ishur was small and raised an exclamation.

"Well."

The same voice leaks from Mira.

Refia, now I'm dressed as a priest, uh, no, a magician.

A bright gray, wide hemmed cleric-style robe with knitted sandals and multiple small jewels hanging from the chest, silver neckline. He weaves a shawl of tea over it.

Long silver hair is relaxed behind and grouped into one.

"I don't know about this."

Lifia has looked down on her face and up, embarrassed to look at Ishl.

"I think this is a good time..."

Sometimes I see wizards not only wearing black, but also brown and bright water robes.

Nina and Paola Pierca and other water magicians don't wear very black robes.

Not that I don't doubt whether this outfit of Rifia is a cleric or a wizard, but I don't find it as uncomfortable as the outfit of my city daughter earlier.

The outfit, which is also clerical and wizard-like, seems to coincide with her beauty up to divinity and consequently well contained.

"May I, too?"

"Yeah, it's up to you in these clothes"

Mira also gave her approval, and Lifia suddenly got better and one, she nodded loudly.

Nocta smiles with a satisfied face and Lucia is leaking a bitter smile. Romir stays out of sight.

"Bye, Ishur. Shall we go out?"

Where have you been anxious? Lifia strained her chest and called out to Ishl in a willful manner.

The Wang capital is divided outward around the castle into the most to eighth neighborhoods, with scattered cities named after the old kings, heroes and high priests.

The city of Belondo, which Ishurs aspired to, was on the eastern side of the royal castle, slightly further south.

When they left the North Gate, they entered the same Obeil Street, commonly known as "Wangdu Street," as they did when they left the city with Mira before.

As always, the city of Wang Capital is full of people, all walking with a busy face. But I don't feel like slaughter.

As they did the other day in Marya, they turn their gaze to Rifia all the time as they pass by.

Sometimes after watching Refia, some people look at Ishl with blatant worthiness.

... I can't help it.

That's not how you relate to Refia, so my girlfriend's a great beauty, right? I can't even be happy with it, for example.

She started earlier by saying, "It's pretty good to have a lot of crowds today," or, "Whoa, is this new one a merchant? You built it a long time ago," "It smells good from the side road to the right. Is the stall out?," he says, "and then he touches his shoulders, his arms, and clasps his hands.

If anyone sees me crossing the street, I think anybody is close to me and Lifia being lovers. So he turns his gaze to see what kind of man is carrying this beautiful woman.

♪

Rifia mumbles her nose sometimes. I'm in a good mood.

I don't return any of my surrounding, sometimes inexplicable gaze at all.

……

Ishur laughed bitterly at such a rifia, yet felt nature and his heart cheerfully unwind.

"That's a cookout."

Proceeding down Wang Du Street and out into the square in front of the main temple, she pointed to the mercenary union that had just visited with Mira behind it.

Behind the temple, lots of people gather in the empty space across the street from the mercenary guild, and that's all the way up to the square.

Every one that comes out of a crowd of people holds a pot or kettle in his hands uniformly, or wraps and dedicates a number of pieces of bread in a cloth.

Some of them were children running around with bread in their hands and a happy laugh.

"It's Cathedral Church today, and you seem to be doing a lot of it"

Depending on the day, besides the church, in the name of the royal family and the secretary of the interior, merchant guilds and others are also cooked out in a flourishing manner.

"Do we have lunch too?"

Ishur said looking at the other side of the square, the less popular street cook.

There seem to be fewer street guests out in the square today than usual because of the cookout taking place in the main temple.

The time is already around noon as Mira called me up to the castle gate in the morning and then there was one of the rifia disturbances about what outfit to go out in.

"Oh, yeah."

Ishur pointed to one of the stalls as Rifia turned her face.

"Can I have a stall? Sometimes the common people taste good, don't they?

"Oh, sure!

Refia snorts with a refreshing grin.

Ischl ordered two pieces of bread shaped like Weissbrote (a large white bread in Germany), stuffed with vegetables and beef with cuts and simmering in the centre, sitting in a round chair arranged on the side with a refill and having lunch.

"Delicious, Ishr"

Lifia said with a smile as she chewed the bread heavily.

... In battle (how much), even the great nobles often fail to eat decent meals. Even in the battle against the United Kingdom, between marches and in formation, dried meat and hard bread were forced to rush into the mouth, a lot of times. Of course, I don't have time to eat or anything during battle.

There were no more than petra the lords of the lords, nor were the lords unnecessarily satiefied, nor were they held in dignity as nobles.

I don't know if I thought Refia was really good. But at least it won't be enough to open up to the taste of the common people.

"Eating in the street is something that feels delicious."

The weather is thin and cloudy, but there is sunshine. The cold is loosening in March. Wang Du is vibrant for reconstruction and the residents are bright and healthy.

There's no way the rice you eat in such a square is unsavory.

"Right. And the faces of the city's inhabitants are bright."

Lifia continued to look at Ishl and said.

"This is everything you've done. Because Ishur beat Yuri Olura."

"Ugh..."

I'm embarrassed, I can't look straight at Rifia's face.

No, you shouldn't look into her eyes at this moment right now. You'll be shining like the sun, those eyes.

If I saw it.

I'm sure I won't be able to go back......

Ishur silently turned a blind eye to the crowd at the end of the square, lined up in the cookout.

Belondo Street, which was in the letter of the former guild chief, was further south down the main temple square, in a painting of a lower town inhabited by many ordinary people.

Those who joined the Royal Investigation Corps as couriers to the underground temple of Brektas, the houses inhabited by their families, entered the main street of Belondo Street throughout a section, in an alley.

From the front street he followed a rough hit into a narrow road, and as he proceeded to the back, he went out into a small square where several similar back roads intersect.

According to the letter of the former guild chief, one of the houses facing this square should be the house of the intended person.

Ishur called out to the old men who put out chairs and tables at the edge of the square and bickered.

"Today. Do you know a man's house called Basim?"

……

The old men stopped chatting and saw Ishur at the same time.

Suddenly, uncomfortable silence comes.

... Basim is probably a mercenary, a man who was a bounty hunter. I can somehow guess what it was like from the residents around here.

I could hear the kids playing around, screaming from some distant alley.

When the old men saw Rifia standing behind Ishur, they gazed and looked at each other in the face.

Because Rifia grew up there in nobility, with no affectionate laughter, silently looking back at the old men.

Bad silence persists between......

"Whoa, whoa, bajim's"

"I heard a name I miss."

"It's been years."

And suddenly, the old men spoke out again in unison.

One of the old men said, pointing to one of the houses lining the square.

"There's a nephew of Bazim living in that house"

"... Hi"

Ishur smiled bitterly and thanked him, he took Rifia and walked towards the house.

The house taught by the old man is a narrow mouth, a typical house of ordinary people in the Wang capital. Western-lacquered painted walls in wood, two floors.

The gray walls are thinly dirty and dull. The front tree door is damaged everywhere, no decorations, even cold.

Ishur knocked on the back of his hand against the door.

"Can anyone?

Lifia also raised her voice from the side as Ishur called across the door.

"My name is Rifia Behm. I came to the discourse of the bastards. Will the landlord be there?"

Ishur jumped up beside him.

... What is an Interpretation? What's an argument?

Is Basim a sinner? Did you even make some kind of incident?

Anyway, don't name yourself and Basim here, and shout it out.

"Refia, wait a minute. You keep your mouth shut. This house is a noble mansion, not a castle."

Are you going to start with a catch or a fight? It's like Ako Wanderer's involvement...

"Oh yeah? Were my words a little strange?... Speaking of which, yes."

Ladies of great nobility grow up in places like this. Whether you're out of the city with patience or going around the villages of the territory, this happens because everyone with you handles it.

Lifia has put her arms around her chest and thought of something like, "Hmm..."

Behind me, the old men in the square stare at us. Everyone who comes and goes to and from the square is stopping and looking at this one.

……

Oh, my God. Embarrassing or something......

Anyway, Refia can't take you on exploration around the city. I won't take you again.

Behind the door, there are signs of people, approaching.

"Yes...... Which one?"

When the door opened slightly, I saw a middle-aged woman's face in between.

"I'm not a suspicious person. I need to talk to you for a second."

Ishur said so and offered the woman a few copies of the copper coins he had prepared in advance.

... At times like this, only let them grab the gold right away.

"Huh.... so what"

"Your husband's uncle or a relative named Basim, I think."

Ishur forced the woman to grip the copper coin she offered, her face close and whispered.

An old man in the square said, "Basim's nephew," so I asked him the obvious question as to whether this woman was the nephew's wife at her age.

"Oh, that person"

A grin spread on the woman's face and the door opened.

"My husband is at work now. I won't be back till evening."

Ishur and the others were led into the house, but “Basim's nephew” was absent.

"Really?"

Ishur grinned lightly and nodded.

As soon as the woman entered the house, the chairs and tables, the near-built chests and wooden planks in the back, etc. were unmade, and the floor was packed with scraps of wood at the corner.

Rifia grows up in the back of Ishur, but is grand with her breasts stretched out to sneer around.

I'm not just saying I'm noble or a high priest, it's an outspoken attitude. It feels so out of place.

The middle-aged woman is also concerned about Lifia's beauty, clothing, and attitude, and she has a slight eye for her.

Lifia's outfit may be close to the outfit when she heads out to the temple, such as having the daughter of a nobleman or wealthy merchant in the King's Capital raise some prayers.

"What do we do? You wanna wait till my husband gets back?

The woman explained that her husband was a furniture artisan and was called by the guild to go out to work, and yes Ishl asked.

"Right..."

Ishur thought as he laid his hand on his jaw, from woman to indoor, and looked sideways at Refia.

... now Wang Du is springing up in the reconstruction economy. Woodworkers and the like would be over there, with a lot of deductions. This woman's husband is busy, too, and I really don't know if she'll be back in the evening.

……

The woman feels good about Ishur's heart or smile.

If you look closely, it looks like another fifty is over. Little fat, round face, tight skin and look younger.

The woman tells me that Basim's two youngest brothers, two years apart, are her husband's fathers. She knew that Basim had been a fairly well-known bounty hunter in her lifetime, but she wouldn't know if she didn't ask her husband anything more, she continued.

"Then..."

"Ah."

When Ishur was about to say what he would do, the woman clapped her hand and said:

"Speaking of which, my husband's cousin... you were a re-cousin. I've heard you're a bounty hunter in the Mediterranean out of King's Capital."

"Heh. It is."

Well, a distant relative would have some like that. If you're going to the Mediterranean, you're just like Gorn when you were younger.

Ishur hammered hard and smiled.

… but there is almost no chance that his re-cousins and others will be working in connection with the underground temple.

"In the meantime, I'm going to kill time somewhere until your husband gets back. I'll be back in the evening, so say hi then."

"Aye."

The woman grinned even deeper as she nodded loudly.

"Bye."

Ishur also smiled and nodded back, turning his heel, and when he gave Lifia an an eye signal, he headed towards the door.

You might want to buy a bottle of booze before you visit again in the evening......

"I'm so sorry. I'm not used to this..."

When she went outside, Rifia looked up at Ishl with a slightly pungent face.

She seems to care about the woman in this house, who couldn't do anything with her earlier interactions.

I don't have a choice.

Even Refia, naturally, would have spoken to the people many times in the castle, all over the city. It's just that your attendants and butlers always talked to them at that time, and it wasn't often that Refia exchanged words directly from the beginning. She is a princess who lives in White Ya Castle if she returns to Alva in the Territory. Wasn't he more distant from the common people than Mira, who lives in the Duke's residence in the Holy City?

"More than that, we have to kill time somewhere. Shall we go to the downtown market? At this hour, you won't be in the store yet."

"Whoa, that's good"

Refia nods loudly in a bright face.

... I'd like to go to her, Uncle Borderline's mansion, because I'm the one who killed my former lord. No matter how many heroes you've saved the kingdom, you won't be welcomed.

"Well, we have a market somewhere nearby..."

Why don't you ask the old men earlier?

"Hmm?"

When Ishur turns his gaze toward the old men in the corner of the square, there are those who come and go from the sparse people who come and go this way fast.

He's about thirty years old.

The man passes in front of Ishur in a natural way and through the side of Rifia.

"I'm sorry."

When the man nearly hit the rifia and called out, he went into a trail through the square to the south.

"Ahhh!

After a moment, Lifia raises her bare voice.

"They did it! They took the gold."

She pressed her robe pockets from the top and said with her hands wide open.

"Huh?"

Ishur glanced at her face.

...... the prank colors in the eyes of Refia. A frigid mouthfeel.

On purpose.

"You..."

There's no way she can't notice the sleigh move. I deliberately overlooked it.

"Let's go after him, Ishr"

Lifia said with a meaningful grin, staying put.

"Sounds interesting"

"... you know"

Sigh and shrug your shoulders Ishl.

Refia disappeared softly as she lit a slightly red light in her eyes.

Nellie's bracelet reacted for a moment, or looking up so that she could follow her movements, from the roof of the house on the south side of the square, Riffia is looking down at this one.

... Yes, sir. Okay, I get it.

When Ishur smiled powerlessly, he jumped towards her.

An earlier man runs through the dull red, orange, and brown roofs.

The destination is southeast of Wangdu, in the Glades.

As Ishur stepped down beside Rifia, she said with a motivated face.

"You're inviting me. Us."

"Really? It's just a thrill."

Ishur said with his eyes on the necklace he was refitting.

... I can close my eyes because it looks expensive.

"Let's go. Either way, I have to get my money back."

Refia disappears again.

A flash of modest red magic crosses in front of you for a moment.

Ishur flew, too.

The Sri man is heading straight down a narrow alley to a slum in the south.

Ishur and Rifia followed the man repeatedly leaping into small pieces on the roof legend.

Eventually, the roof turns all dull gray, just crude with wooden planks on it.

Watch your step.

The moment Ishur spoke to Rifia from the air.

From around the man ahead, the magic was brilliant, small but obviously telling.

... The Magic of Acceleration!!

Ishur narrowed his eyes and followed the man's whereabouts.

Immediately after its back, it reveals itself in the dark, shadowy alley.

... the sword.

I've never shown any signs before, Nerlelanke's voice echoes in my brain.

... Nell. Now stay put, don't get your hands on me.

When Ishur commands the Spirit of the Wind, he increases his speed and descends on the roof, just beside the Refia.

"Hehe."

Refia jumps as soon as she just laughs small.

She went on to say that Ishur would line up in the air.

"It's the magic of the wind. It's getting really interesting."

The man used the intermittent magic of acceleration to go ahead on a maze of backroads in the ghetto at different speeds, eventually entering a large roof abandoned house, where the original was some kind of workshop, or where holes had collapsed everywhere.

... Nell watch outside. If the demon seal is stretched, destroy it without question.

... you can count on it.

Ishur quickly gave Nerlelanke instructions, followed by Rifia and stepped down in front of the abandoned house.

There are no signs of people around, walls collapsing around, or surrounded by fallen flats of roofs.

I don't see any buildings in the Glades like the ones that were recently burned down when the King's Capital of the Grand Duchy of Olura broke in earlier.

Smells like something even, smells like mold.

And weak but some magical sign.

For some reason, the area is starting to get thin and thin.

"Go."

Rifia says short on the side.

"There are two of them inside"

detachment of unpopular slums. But only in the abandoned house in front of me, I feel another, a sign of a person.

Ishur and Rifia went inside through the gap where the wall collapsed in the front building.

It's dark inside. Outside light plunges sparsely through the empty roof of the hole.

At the foot are wooden pieces, broken ceramics, tiles, and pebbles rolling on the ground of the stripping.

Behind the abandoned house is left something like a big fireplace. Was he a blacksmith before?

"Hehe, you've come a lot. Thanks for the help."

From behind that furnace, two shadows emerged in the dark.

……

The Ishurs approach its shadows silently.

"I'll give this back. Sorry about that."

The sleigh man threw the little wipe bag back into the rifia.

"Who are you?"

Refia said grabbing the thrown wipes with one hand.

"Oh, it's not suspicious. I need to ask you something. That house was my relatives' house, and I was putting you up for it."

The sleigh man said in a humble voice.

There is a color of fear in the voice.

... that this man is that furnisher's re-cousin?

And these guys, they know who we are...

And what to say......

Mira and I are visiting the largest mercenary guild in the King's Capital the other day. It's not strange to know all about the people entering and leaving the union.

"Was it you who made that former guild leader's maid hold a letter?"

Ishur looked around as he said.

A bounty hunter using magic, huh? Quite a powerful man among them, it will be.

...... Lost magic is used around. It's a weak one though.

There is a small voice of Nell in my heart.

...... just leave it at that.

It conveys Nell's snort. If you're weak lost, you don't have to worry about it.

"Oh, at Grandpa's in the Mountain Hand.... No, it's not us. The King's Guild has a face, so I've arranged a lot to see you."

A Suri man looked at Ishur and said:

You've been watching us since we left the royal castle.

"Yes, for once, people were handing out. But no offense."

A sleigh man says desperately. Even if they are powerful parties, I am, of course, isolated from any difference in abilities compared to Refia.

"You're putting up a stray line, there. You."

Ishur turned his murderous gaze toward another man, a silent man from earlier.

The long-sleeved man wears a long jacket, coat, with a similar hem to Ishl's.

"Oh, yeah. I'm afraid of the royal shadows. I don't want to talk too long."

"Hmm. Are you bounty hunters? Name your name."

Rifia says from the side.

"No, wait. I'll listen to you later. Not now."

Ishur said in a voice that controlled Refia and included laughter.

"In the meantime, let's capture these guys and transport them to the castle. Let's listen carefully to what the situation is. Tortured."

The abandoned men were named Seguro by the man of Suri and Feldar by the man of the long coat.

When Ishur threatened to take him to the castle and torture him in an attempt to make him speak without falsehood, Seguro threw himself out to sit down and said, "Wait, we're not suspicious. Please do me a favor," he exclaimed as he petitioned. Feldar, another noble-named man, has also bowed his head, "Please".

"... what is that favor? I'm gonna ask you, just say it."

Ishur said in an overtly annoying tone.

Not so much trouble, I guess, but we're leaving King's Capital next month. You shouldn't make cheap deals with mumps.

"You're going to the underground temple in Canabal, aren't you? You think you're going to exorcise the monster that sleeps in the depths of it?"

"Canabal?

"A village with an underground temple in Butektas... a city or a place name there"

Lifia said from the side.

... I see it's not strange to have a city or village around it, the entrance to and exit from the cave that goes into the underground temple.

There is the underground temple of Baltar, the desolate god, in a basin that crosses the mountains, a mass of Brektas that borders the southwest of the kingdom.

The basin has no particular name and is surrounded by small luxuries who can control several villages. The influence of the surrounding countries, including the Kingdom of Ladis, has not extended to this basin.

Gold and silver and precious stone resources also seem to exist somewhat, but it is not a place where the surrounding mountains are rugged and can make decent deals. We cannot move large numbers of troops, and it makes no sense for countries to make it their own territory.

Similarly, even if several times in the past a small dynasty has emerged that unifies the entire basin, there is no room for further development, and it breaks down without any difficulty due to royal corruption or power strife. I repeat that.

In the last few hundred years or so, peace has generally been preserved, no matter what the village is or what the fancy family is.

… knowledge of the basins around the underground temple of others, such as the royal knighthood executives, the Foreign Secretary's subordination, to that extent, including myself.

Rifia is the lord of Alva and far from the underground temple, but the place name Canaval, it seems, sounded familiar.

But more than that, this... These guys...

"Have you ever dived into that Canabal, no, underground temple"

Ishur said, slightly distorting his licence.

The seriousness grew in his eyes.

"Ah, oh. It is."

"Bingo, right"

This is a big win.

There's nothing to hide about going to the underground temple.

Aside from the fact that Mira and I went to the guild, the browsing room has asked Jane and the trio to help us.

Rumors spread about it to some of Wang's nobles and residents, and these men followed them.

"Bin...?

"No, it's nothing. I want you to talk to me about that canaball and the underground temple."

"Yeah, but before I do, I want you to do us a favor."

"So you will know about Canabal even if you don't like it..."

The long-lasting man, Feldar, is mouthwatering.

"Well, talk to me."

"Oh, thank God."

Suri man, Seguro said with a loving laugh.

"We're partying, too, between Niceto and Bastol. So I was diving into the underground temple. That said, we can't go that deep with our strength. But once or twice or three times a year, parties and mercenaries come from the Mediterranean and the United Kingdom. That's when we were contracting their luggage. The underground temple, of course, is not possible in a day to get to the back of the cave. Store water and food on the way, we have to build a relay. He was also committed to protecting it."

Lifia arms in front of her chest on the side. Her eyes are glowing more.

"... go on"

Ishur said briefly.

"So, then, about six months ago, a group of strong (frightened) mercenaries came from those in the Mediterranean. I wonder if there were about twenty of them. We were hired by them to dive underground together."

Seguro stayed between them there.

"Well, the mercenaries went home with two or three magic implements. But a few of them died in the basement. I can't tell you how much they got or lost. I've lost some magic gear. Once they returned to the Mediterranean, they said they were going to the United Kingdom. He said the big battle was about to start. I didn't think that would attack the kingdom..."

"Aren't you running out of time? Tell me the gist."

"Ah, oh. Sorry."

Seguro nodded with a humble grin several times.

"That's when Bastol succeeded in stealing their eyes and twitching one of their magic implements. I don't know about that, but it's a pretty good substitute. After the mercenaries left, we floated. If we sell that magic equipment, it's not where all four of us can play and live for the rest of our lives. I can also be a lord or nobleman of some country. That's about it."

"So?"

... Perhaps the magic appliance is of the five systems, of a level such as that possessed by the court magician.

"But they drank it and made a scene, and they suspected Basilia, the city's former fastener. We managed to escape when the bustle got caught and it was about to suck. … so we came back to the King's Capital a long time ago in search of amazing mercenaries and wizards to help Bastol captured by Basilia. At first, I was on my way to the holy kingdom of many wizards, but along the way, I've heard of your great work."

"Did you say the other one, Niceto or something? Where is he now?"

and Rifia asks questions.

"Niceto is now hiding in Canabal and nearby villages to see how things are going"

Feldar answered with a calm voice.

"I see..."

Ishur said with a distorted grin as much as he wanted.

"That caught bastol has the expensive magic equipment of an example, no, I know where the stash is,... so"

It's a common story. I don't know what these guys' parties are like, really important buddies. It may be something, but this is how these two people in front of me come to speak up to me and Rifia, if that's what Bastol is hiding important magic equipment, that's the only thing he knows where it's hidden, I mean, I guess that's what it is. The Seguros want to help the man at all costs.

The Seguros lack the strength to help Bastol out of Basilia, which divides the city of Canabal.

"Hehe. Of course Bastol's a nice one, but that's what I'm talking about."

"But. Isn't that bastol already throwing up its magic stash? Or is he killed?"

I don't know, I've been tortured to the point of not seeing or hearing.

"That's okay. Almost certainly."

And now Feldar.

"Bastol is Basilian's brother. Unique."

"Once?"

"You have a stomachache. That's where it gets complicated. Basilia does not torture Bastol immediately. But my brother's attitude, his words and actions touch that woman's mind, and I don't know what lies ahead if that's going to happen again."

"Hmm...... But if we help Bastol and get his magic, he might not give it to you and make it ours. Or I might offer it to the royal family."

I say it in a voice that Refia seems a little fun.

"Oh, that's okay. It's no big deal for you guys. Besides, you don't serve the royal family, do you?

and seglow.

As always, there is a threat somewhere in the voice.

... I'm definitely from the Border House, as well as Lifia. I'm not immediately serving the royal family. The Borderline House has a relationship with the Royal Family, like the Shogun and the Great Names.

"You were hanging out with Basilia, weren't you? I happened to get the big guy there, the magic fixture of, so I decided to betray him. They're hired by bounty hunters to visit the underground temple, but when you look at the gaps in that party, you fake the magic that's falling into the cave, and in some cases, you kill them all underground, taking away the hardware, the weapons, the magic that they had. That's why you've been in contact with us so the royal family wouldn't know. It's a dark thing to do back there.

Basilia's like the heads of bandits, isn't it? Now that he's got his eyes on us, he's gonna help us get Bastol out, and then he's gonna have Valicia and the others sweep away the flavor, right?

"That's right. It's a good story about bugs, but it would be easier for you to crush Basilia and explore the Underground Temple. Anyway, in Canabal, you will be dealing with the Basilian“ Baltar's Hole Regiment ”. It's time to help Bastol."

Feldar said, taking a step towards Ishur.

... Perhaps around their dive in the underground temple, you will rarely find the magic equipment of the "big man” the Magic Master has.

If you do get one of those, your life will change. No, it's a level where prosperity is promised to future generations.

But Basilia in Bastol, and "Baltar's Hole Regiment”...

Is that some kind of talk?

For a moment then, I felt something cold and then hot swirling through Ishur's mind.

A line of boring, luminous words from the desolate god Baltar.

Even at times, stories sprung up down as if I had weighed something.

... No way, dude.

Ishur blued his face and rang his throat.

Has the moon god Lelia moved again?

Like when Yuri Olura......

"Ishl?"

Lifia's whispering voice from side to side.

"Ah, oh. It's okay."

"I can't help feeling frigid about us. I also know you won't believe the story, so I'll give you this instead of the advance."

Feldar pulled one of the rings out of his left hand and gave it to Ishur.

"This is..."

Ishur stared at the silver ring on his palm.

An old ring with grass-flower-inspired decorations.

For just a moment, the surrounding space is attacked by the feeling that the presence of the self slipped sideways and distorted.

"This is a hidden ring..."

Instinctively I figured it out.

"That's right. I'll leave the magic equipment with you. [M] So I want you to believe me."

……

With all this trouble, I would definitely say no...

"Isn't that funny, Ishr?"

I hear Rifia's bright voice from the side.

"Take this too because you think it's helping people. No, you can take me instead of Ishur."

Lifia took a hidden ring from Ishur and said.

... If the Moon God is involved in this...

Ishur blurred and saw Refia looking like she was having fun.

... the sword. One hunter, approaching.

Nell's voice echoes in his brain.

"Anyway, I want to know more about Canabal and“ Baltar's Hole Regiment ”. I came to the castle later this morning to bring a detailed letter to that former guild chief's maid."

"Oh, okay"

Nice to meet you.

"Are you headed to Canabal?"

"Oh, apart from that. Make sure they meet up well on the ground. We'll do something about it here."

Seguro answered Rifia's question in a good tone.

"Looks like the mustache is approaching. You may have noticed."

Ishl said, "What do we do?," he continued.

Tensions run to Seguro and Feldar.

"Well, then, I'll make sure I give you the letter, just like you said."

"Write everything you know. We'll see what we can do, and then we'll take your request or we'll make a formal decision."

"Okay."

The two men turned themselves back, ran and disappeared behind the abandoned house.

When I went outside, the white fog covered the area. That fades rapidly, with a slightly westerly leaning yang pouring down.

The magic of stray disappears so that it dissolves in the sunlight.

A shadow appeared from the back, approaching.

"How are you?

Evan came before the Ishurs and knelt.

"That's a bad bounty hunter."

Rifia explains the request to Evan with appropriate deception.

"I'll also tell Marya about this. Don't go after them. Miss him."

"Okay."

And when Ishul said so, Evan agreed, and when he arose, he turned himself intact, and disappeared into the shadow of the miserable houses.

... Lelia has been on Malefioa, will it be the case?

It's not just the underground temple. To Canabal, to the captured bast, what lies ahead?

I don't know yet. I can't say anything. I can't judge.

Not until we get there first.

Ishur turned his horrible gaze into the universe, all sifting fear, if anyone saw it.

"Ishl?"

"Oh,... Refia"

Return to me and see Rifia.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of everything. I'll take care of Baltar's cave.

Refia says cheerful, comforting things.

"Heh heh, yeah"

Ishur looked at Rifia's face and smiled.

...... Refia who knows nothing.

But your powerful words, above all, make me feel at ease with that bright smile.

"It inspires me to fight"

No one can hear you, little whine.

Ishur looked up at the clear early spring sky.