Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

The bright white sky turns.

I didn't know what happened at first.

It was too fast, strong.

It was only after he was slapped from the air to the ground that he realized he was moving right in front of him and waving his fist.

It was salvation that had unleashed an intense killing spirit earlier.

So the barrier of wind magic came in time. I was able to prevent impact.

All over the body, it adheres to joints and muscles and turns around the magic of wind. The human body is too soft and too brittle to fight powerful enemies.

The feel of a fallen giant tree from behind is transmitted through a wall of magic. There are leaves of trees around, and dust is blowing up.

But other than that, there is no sign of the noisy wild birds or the fleeing beasts. Not at all.

No voice, no signs from Nell or Lucas.

A man's shadow is floating in a thin, blue-green-stained sky.

He lays his arms in front of his chest and looks down at me, "Come on," he said.

I denied it had anything to do with the Moon God, but then who the hell is he? How can I believe what that man said in the first place?

If that is the family of the Moon God, it shall be the Spirit of the Moon.

Spirit of the Moon...... It will be the Spirit of Destiny and the Spirit of the Underworld.

If it be the Spirit of the Underworld, will it be the Reaper?

To my knowledge, the Spirit of the Moon does not exist. Neither does the Spirit of the Moon appear in the sacraments of the diocesan Church nor in the various inheritances transmitted to the folk. But maybe somewhere, in the library of the big old temple, there's a record of that rare spirit.

If he is the Spirit of the Moon.

If it's fate and death, will you beat me?

... No.

Ishur smiled at the black shadow floating in the universe.

Can you admit that? Will it end here?

What have I been fighting?

A light runs in the vain sky.

The space was distorted and the crack seemed to run for a moment.

There is a fierce raw light in the world of death. The human summoned magic is brilliant.

I ate my teeth and raised my fist.

I unleashed the magic of the wind upon the man when he was a god.

As the man's shadow was covered in dust, Ishur flew through the sky. Poke a flash of clearance and distance yourself from the man again.

The ruins of the chosen earth and small city stretching northwest are due to the great magic of Ishur's expressed gold.

It continues to produce enormous amounts of iron, so to speak, by creating a huge melting furnace of gold magic, mixed with various metallic powers, mainly iron…. It's just like a giant mass of melted iron, like the sun, when he fought Yuri Olura, who made him appear at high altitude.

The magic furnace that produces countless metals, infinitely, is exactly the essence of the golden magic fixture.

... but the magic limit of gold is still ahead of it.

Vilodo, the golden god, has not appeared before me. I have not been given a "blessing” like Yveda.

So I don't know anything about gold magic, God's business like the Sword of the Wind.

On the contrary, I still don't know almost anything about the existing magic of gold because I haven't read the Golden Magic Book yet.

But apart from that, there are things that we know and learn by continuing to reflect on in action.

... No. That's not all. There's more.

Something different than just learning and experiencing.

Connected through the magic of gold, the presence of another world appeals to me.

The ultimate grand magic, written only in a very limited book of sorcery. The best magic humans can reach.

Glance at God's work (purposefully), the most powerful magic......

That new magic will bring the world to its own mind and mind.

The magic of an open wind blows through the clear sky in the color of death.

The battle is not over yet. A huge amount of bursting magic should have hit him directly, but the black figure is alive and well.

The black shadow floats in the sky about two hundred long steps (skull, less than 150 m) away.

……

The relative Ishur dwelt the light of struggle in his eyes and exhaled heavily.

The magic of the wind running through the whole body, the connection with the other world, rapidly restores the mind and body drained by the wind.

Your energy is overflowing.

Now is the time to try. Even if they are not enemies.

... Golden God, give it to me.

Release several kills, control the man's tiptoe.

A silver flash runs beneath my feet.

Moments, the world is covered in darkness and stained with night colour.

Complex iron shaping, dull and glowing in black or gray. That covers the perimeter.

A new world was born over the blue-green mountain fields.

The sky is blue in an instant, eventually blue, and stained with pitch black.

Iron world floating in the night sky.

Iron flowers on iron leaves. Iron trees. And the earth of iron.

"... Iron Forest"

Would it certainly not have appeared in Nordic mythology?

This is the equivalent of the wind magic "wind prison formation”. The look is intact, the "Iron Forest” itself, but I don't know what the official magic name would say.

"Hmm. The Golden Magic Junction."

When he realized, the man stood before Ishur, like nothing had happened.

"The magic of the wind must have blown it pretty far away."

... you monster.

Ishur said, hiding his inner fear and anger in an invincible grin.

……

The man just leans his neck slightly to the side and distorts the edge of his mouth.

But his grey eyes looked around the universe with a slightly surprising colour.

Forest trees rang.

You can hear Keane, Khan mixed with hard, sharp sounds, and light sounds like bells ringing.

"You won't scratch a scratch in this juncture. … can't this one do anything"

Ishur turned off his grin and looked at the man.

Since the sound of the iron trees, the junction of the woods had attacked the man.

Trying to wrap the whole body of a man in iron, trying to turn everything into iron.

Its toes, chest tips, arms, hair, everywhere stained silver.

But when the silver stain spreads to a certain range, suddenly, a sharp sound is emitted and the glass is splashed to break, scattered and disappeared. The rest leaves no trace, no scratches.

“Iron Forest” is the same as Wind Prison Formation, it can block other magic powers, it is also the enchanted junction.

It should not be possible to prevent the magic that is activated in the Iron Forest without those who possess more magic than Ishur.

"Phew."

Ishur laughed as she looked out of her mind. It's a laugh of mockery.

... In this juncture, how can you prevent my magic?

I thought you'd put a gold bond on my bond.

A man smiled lightly.

But I don't think you can do anything about me with this much magic.

The man's mouth angle is pulled up.

"Oh."

One snort of Ishur also deepened his grin.

The unidentified man, who was once a bastol, now arms himself in front of his chest and turns his spare gaze to Ishl.

... this man can kill me without any bitterness if he wants to, he can do anything.

Probably won't beat this guy if you don't give him a trump card.

You waiting for me?... the windsword.

But I still won't give it away. Let me try some more in this Iron Forest.

"Of course I know your strength."

Ishur twisted his fingertips as he turned one hand toward the man.

What happens to you now? Can you live?

"Fall. Into the other realm of gold"

……

Moments, suspicious colors appear in a man's eyes.

A dramatic change took place in the Iron Forest with one word from Ishur.

Iron junction magic that had been prevented and disappeared by dyeing parts of the man's entire body, slightly silver. Its quiet magic of assimilation was interrupted, and the surrounding forests made a metal noise as high as all the trees screamed and as low as roaring.

The ends of countless trees stretch out their arms, sharp thorns and blades to chop the man up.

At the same time, everything in the junction fell towards the man.

The space of the night converges towards the man.

The iron trees falling towards the center of the junction, the space itself slips through Ishl without any resistance. This magical kingdom does not cause direct damage to the activated.

The surroundings instantly returned to the blue-green world of man tension.

The Iron Forest is now floating as a small black dot in the position where the man was.

Ishur gazed at one of its tiny, slightly shaky shadows.

... Was that man really swallowed up by the other realm of the Golden Spirit?

"I still can't."

Ishur took his gaze off the black dot and told him to look up and whine at the colourless sky.

The tied ties of a man are alive and well without disappearing, without any change.

He did get sucked into the other realm of gold... It's good for you.

But on the other hand, those vicious signs of him have not disappeared. I'm not dead.

……

Ishur returned his gaze to the black dots floating in the outer universe.

A little black dot that was the magic junction of gold. That gleams demonically.

Come on!

Ishur accidentally stuck his right hand forward.

That intense killing spirit has struck me several times. Vision is covered in flash.

Sparks scattered across all sides, something collided and passed right in front of me.

The retina burns rays overflowing from your fingertips.

The black dot exploded and the fragment, a mass of gold magic, hit us at high speed.

When I was originally prepared to die, the power was attenuated once and for all by the barrier of wind magic, because the mass of that magic was originally emitted by itself, and I managed to do it.

"Mmm."

It's not over yet.

Shortly after, Ishur crossed his arms in front of his chest for his next shock.

To some great force, but bounced back.

It rolls through the air like a giant bow with the magic of the wind stretched around it.

I don't waste my resistance. Even against the endless power of the enemy, the magic does not have its own flesh anyway.

... Who is the man?

The Great Spirit of the Moon? No. He denies his relationship with the Moon God.

If not, is it like, for example, a great demon no one has ever seen or recorded?

Anyway, I can't fight a beating on such a monstrous opponent. Soon, it just ends with a slaughter.

Destroyed by the great magic of gold, the city of Canabal, dyed blue and black, disappears far away, at the edge of the circling sight.

A void sky with no expression spins the ground of vibrant grass trees.

It was also on one side, covered in blue-green-stained dirt and sand, and stopped.

Every wall of magic plunged its entire body into the earth.

A man hit me and pushed me further away from the city, to the hills of the southern basin.

A man's shadow flickers in the earthly smoke that covers his sight.

"To this extent?... Are you okay? Even if I kill you."

I guess he's got that brutal, invincible grin again. From beyond the blue-green smoke, I hear a man's low and rough voice.

I'm already running out of this one...

The new vitality gained through the magic of the wind is also losing its potency.

Long-term battles end up also quenching the exhilaration gained by magic, resulting in fatigue.

I only have one trump card.

... windsword.

It's about "hitting" the slash.

An unidentified man who was once a bastol, a way to slay a foe like this one with a wind sword.

Again, “wind chirping” must be used for that.

Just like when Yuri Olura did, we just have to use the wind to storm. I'm not a decent opponent who can play melee and win.

I have no other hands. I just have to foolishly repeat the same thing.

Even though the wind is not blowing, the soil and sand that has risen fades and disappears.

……

The man's killing spirit was brilliant.

"Damn!!

A man appears in the front, slightly away, and his auspicious arm waves on the spot.

Every barrier of wind magic is slammed downwards so that it is decided, and now it kicks where it jumps backwards.

Nelly's bracelet has been overwhelmed by powerful magic spells and has had little effect from the start.

... I can't keep up with his movements.

I just get beaten up, eat kicks, endure pain and fatigue, and crawl through the wind chirping gap.

Around, there are multiple stretches of magic walls.

The earth jumps and the heavens turn. Shout something. Probably a scream of pain and anger.

When I noticed it was floating in the air.

The surroundings are covered in earthen smoke.

All those attacks, beatings, and yet this junction doesn't scratch one. Unwavering.

Nothing, we continue to fight without ahead in a dead world, just cutting lives.

What's this feeling, this feeling?

Fear and anger, despair...... No, I'm not. That's not all, something touches me.

What's that?

A vision that is sumptuous in earthen smoke, the shadow of the one rises in the middle of it.

It's still far. He's on the ground.

... opportune.

Finally, this is the time.

Read ahead of the wind that won't blow. The wind is somewhere, blowing hard.

It's the second time the wind has sounded. There is no more after. Bet everything.

In his nose, he jumps behind his back.

I kicked the sky.

My vision disappears, and I, my time, is stretched.

In the abyss of death, hold the sword of my father's shapes.

Then again, there was something that touched my heart. Have you been chasing me from that empty world?

I don't know now. Not since I slaughtered this man.

At the next moment, my own foot steps on the ground.

Some determined ground. Blue grass ripped right in front of me, petals dancing.

Same as when Yuri Olura.

I can't turn around, I slash it up into a punch.

A broken sword runs the sheath.

At the top of my consciousness, I look to the end of the world.

My father's sword becomes the sword of the wind...

That's when something crossed right in front of me.

"Become"

from but solidifies. I can't get my sword out.

"It's not good when they pull it out."

I heard a low voice with a mixed laugh. A man's right hand was holding my sword pattern.

They hold me down with a force like a panacea.

"When I'm slashed with that sword, I'm not just sorry either"

A man's right arm, an invincible grin over his shoulder.

"Get your hands off me. So I'm gonna end it."

Ishur also loses and stares at the man with a sharp gaze.

... I can't pull this place off. If you show any gaps, I feel like they're going to take it instantly and eat it.

Inorganic skies. Just shaped trees, ridges of mountains. The earth and dust are already gone. It's just this guy.

……

A man laughed silently.

Each other's shoulders collide. Ishur trying to pull out his sword and a man trying to make him pull out.

Confront an incompetent being.

"Hmm.... ok"

The man's grey eyes narrow.

"Kid, do you, uh, exorcise the fruits of a fallen God?

The grin disappears from that mouthpiece.

"When you fight that, I'll help you, so take me to that place."

"Huh?"

Ishur looked up at the man in amazement.

... Say what. I don't know what this guy's talking about.

"If you're this strong, you'll be able to get rid of Malefioa as easily as possible, won't you? Why don't you go alone?"

Unexpectedly a question in my mouth, no sarcasm.

But the man answers nothing.

"... you"

On a hunch, I wiped my mouth.

"Who is it? Who the fuck is that?

……

A grin strikes the man's face again.

"Me."

The eyes glow and the corners of the mouth are raised. Um, I get up to kill myself sifting my fears.

"I'm Baltar. The brother of the fire god Balhel, the god who unites the demons, the wild god."

A blue-green, monochromatic world.

But only the man who deceived the name of God, and Ishur, were not stained with the colour of his death.

There were colors.

"Oh, no..."

Doubt, fear, and anxiety swirl around.

That would not be possible.... No. I can't hear my mouth well.

"Can't you believe it? Kid."

... No. This guy's puzzling, limitless strength...

Besides, the land was once home to a Baltar temple underground.

"What do you mean, why..."

Yveda and I have already met...

Both the Moon God, who looked like Melillah, and the Lord God, Jerez.

Then there will be other gods to show themselves, there may be.

"I really want to go to the underground temple. But with all the constraints, you can't just descend as a desolate god."

The man remains in the grip of his father's sword of shapes. We haven't changed attitudes with each other.

"I said Ishur, or you'll see. We can't just go down to earth and show the humans or do miracles."

Strange things have happened since I met Seguro and the others in the Wang capital, from that abrupt encounter.

And I was wary that the Moon God was involved, but it wasn't. The “killer” was not the moon goddess Lelia, but the desolate goddess Baltar.

Basilia and Bastol, just two people with nasty names, appeared. Gods and spirits have no interest in human names or anything else. I don't care.

Basilia and Bastol were set up by the desolate gods. Was it Basilia and Bastol that actually created the two humans and made them act like that, did they do that much, or was it the humans that the Arakami God happened to give the role? Were the two names “inevitable"?

Either way, it doesn't matter. The two names represent everything.

"And you've done a lot of trouble? If you really are a god."

Our shoulders are still touching each other.

"Phew."

Brown skin burnt to the sun, gray eyes and hair. Tight body.

No magic, no magic, no magic. Fast and powerful beyond the realm of man.

And the junction of this empty death.... Yes, a sad world without raw.

"You're Malefiore? Or, embarking on that monster crusade was a one-of-a-kind opportunity for me to never overlook."

... What? What is that......

"We were forbidden to exercise that power in your world, on earth.... Jerez doesn't look good"

That's what spirits and gods at high altitude would be like, I know that. But......

Ishur glanced at the man, no desolate god, without cowering.

"Yveda showed up before me. I've been talking to you."

Maybe you shouldn't mention the Moon God. Although there is no clear basis.

"Hehe.... That's what I mean"

Baltar laughed. But his eyes are not laughing. It's serious in itself.

"You're the exception. Jerez won't say anything."

"What!?

Ishur was short and raised his voice of surprise.

I looked up to heaven unexpectedly.

"Oh, I'm the exception? What does that mean?... What does the Lord mean, the Sun God doesn't say anything?

A few times in my heart, cold things flow.

Shortly afterwards, my whole body got a little hot.

... that is,... because I am a reincarnator?

Wasn't my point of view wrong, after all? The gods have some great minds in my memory, in my personality.

Is it because it belongs to another world, that the gods cannot touch it?

I care, but I want to see it, but I want to know, but I can't touch it.

……

Baltar's grin deepens. But for a moment, the grin disappeared and he looked serious.

"I think I know why you're upset.... Jerez is hesitant to even tell us to stay out of your way, and he can't."

"But..."

Ishur shrugged, squeaking in a small voice.

What the Arakami said fits my reasoning.

But Jerez, she's been in touch with me a few times, too. Once upon a time, when I first met him in Ellistar, he even gave him a slightly more enjoyable look. It would also be Jerez who helped me dying after the battle with the Red Emperor Dragon.

If you're tabooing about something that concerns me, you wouldn't be doing that.

Meanwhile, the moon god, Lelia, openly, provokes and interrupts without concealing hostility. There, I don't see any wind cruising through my contact.

Including Jerez, it is impossible to conclude that what the gods think fits with my thoughts or so. It's too early, too much I don't know yet.

Ishur turned his challenging gaze to Baltar.

"What is the Moon God thinking? What's his purpose? That ruthless god comes against me every time..."

Rebellion what you decide not to talk about. You may not have to hesitate anymore.

"Come on, I don't know. I'm not really interested in what Lelia is thinking or trying to do."

Baltar turned into a shredded face, dropping the shoulder he was putting on Ishur and relieving the tension in his whole body.

But I still won't let go of Ishur's sword pattern.

"Anyway, take me to Malefioa. No, go with me. Instead, when I fight him, I help him."

Baltar turned his gaze off once again to Ishur, smiling invincibly several times. I have repeatedly made the same request.

"I will destroy Malefiore without your help."

I don't know about that.

A man's grin distorts Ishur's words.

"What do you mean?

... Again, thoughtful.

Maybe that's referring to the shard of God, the “curse of God”. It is possible that this magic will not work. Lene, the forest witch, was injured, and it would also be because of her failure to win.

Uluomilla did say Malefioa was "indestructible".

"I can't answer that right now. Take me to my underground temple and I'll tell you."

Baltar said with a slightly more adept look at what it meant.

Ishur returns an ironic grin to the desolate god.

"... Hmm. Can't you even go to your own temple without human guidance?

"Now on this street, I owe the body of a man named Bastol. Naturally, it's because it's less obvious. That's what lured you into this marriage."

Baltar slightly raises his jaw and looks down at Ishur.

"Jerez won't talk to you when he's stuck with you."

"That's what you said earlier. The gods descend on this earth and cannot sift their power at will. Jerez will piss you off, won't he?

He was right, so he went out of his way to set the line and fight me here. It would be to keep Jerez's "eyes" out of direct contact.

That's what Uromira asked me to collect the other red jade stone from Malefioa. If the god Oomeo moves, even Malefioa with the curse of God would have a touch of armor sleeve. But Oomeo can't do it. I can't behave on my own in this world where people and demons travel in front of Jerez.

"What happens if I refuse to do business with you?

Ishur looked at the desolate god with a slightly distracted face.

This matter has been decided from the outset. I don't have the power to fight the gods. I couldn't beat Baltar.

Not yet......

"Hmm, you're right. You can't turn down a deal with me. What can man do against God?"

... That's subtle, too. If I can't resist, why are we talking about a deal?

Baltar laughs thinly.

"Then you have a contract. Nice to meet you, Ishr."

The desolate god touched his left shoulder as he took his hand away from Ishur's sword.

"Don't tell anyone who I am. You hire me, Bastol, as a cargo man, to go underground."

Baltar's eyes are constantly filled with horror and laughter, as well as the colour of death.

The look is very similar to that of a human, but somewhere decidedly different.

"What's your purpose?

Um, the myth I read in the Sacred Capital. Talk about fallen divine shards.

A fragment of hatred left at the end of a goddess once beloved by this masculine goddess, deprived of her name.

Baltar looks like Malefioa......

"─ Want to know?

The desolate god told him to whisper in a low voice.

A flame of fanaticism reigned in his eyes, a flame of struggle.

And the color of sorrow.

That was the same thing I felt in this dead world when I was fighting this man.

The blue-green world peels off the middle heavens.

The white sky is in the blue sky, and the colors return to the grass flowers in the trees.

As it spread beneath his gaze, he returned to himself, standing in front of the warehouse, just before he was taken in by the kingdom of the desolate gods.

"Knock..."

A moment of loss turns into dizziness (dizziness).

This isn't because we're back in the real world from that juncture. Fatigue.

I fought the man standing in front of me, Baltar, the god of desolation, with all my might.

Use the wind chirping twice......

Seguros standing around turn their gaze.

So is Refia. Sunlight shines in bright greenery and vision drifts off.

"Ishur!

To the cry of Rifia, I let go of consciousness.

It's a black room.

Somewhere, on the tower.

Large windows show picturesque streets, forests, peach clouds in purple skies, and dark, sunken ridges of mountains. Is it night? The stars depicted in the sky rock glimmers and brushes brightly.

"Sword."

If you heard a voice through the window, face to the front, this was also Nell sitting in a black chair.

Sandals in a loose robe that is lightly water-colored. Said cheerful gold and silver necklaces and bracelets. Slightly bright blonde hair touches her shoulders slightly.

The soft sweet face is still unusual, it belongs to the girl.

"My sword, I don't want you to rest."

...... oh. Am I asleep? This is in a dream.

That's where Nell came in.

"No, that's okay, Nell. Don't worry about it."

Why am I sleeping? I can somehow see why Nell came, but that's good now. It should still be okay to rest.

"Thank you, sword."

Nell dyed his cheeks and leaned down, holding his hands and causing him to bring them to shyness, he said in a small voice.

"... so what happened in the warehouse of this building then?"

But the Spirit of the wind went right back to the vegetables, and heard in a serious voice.

I see. Is that why Nell came all the way into my dream?

"Hmm."

Ishur laughed and said.

"That's... I can't tell you. But don't worry, it's okay."

That matter is stopped by Baltar.

"Yes, sir"

Nell shook his head honestly, but his pursuit hand wouldn't loosen.

"Who was the man on the sword's side, Bastol?"

"Oh, that"

Ishur's grin gets louder.

... That's right. A spirit would naturally be suspicious. But she doesn't even know who the man is.

"I can't tell you that either.... or you shouldn't pry that guy. I want you to ignore what you think is suspicious and stay out of it."

Ishur said, turning into a serious face on the way.

……

For a moment, Nell looked dissatisfied but shook his head vertically silently, following Ishl's words. But I still don't stop asking questions.

"He's going down to the underground temple as a cargo carrier, with the sword, right? Is“ that ”really a trustworthy person? Can you assure me that there will be no mercy for swordmen in caves or underground temples?"

"Ah, oh. Of course. I've already talked to that man about diving into the underground temple and the Malefiore crusade."

Ishur answered in a slight panic.

Is this what you dream about? Nell's checks are rigorous......

"I know you're not convinced. But I want you to leave this place alone."

Ishur stared and said, trying to peek into Nell's face, who was not in a good mood.

"Sorry to bother you, Nell"

In that one word, Nell's face was slightly dusted.

"Okay, sword."

Nell nodded again.

Then suddenly a bright yang crept into the window behind her and a man's voice was heard from somewhere.

"Ma'am, it's time to wake up. What do you say?

"Oh."

The man's voice belonged to the Golden Spirit, Lucas.

When Ishur answered, he found Nell smiling shadowed by the backlight.

The light that plugs in from the outside fills the area.

The painting of the city at night disappears on the stage above.

Dream time, which welcomed the two spirits, marked the end.

Somewhere when I opened my eyes, it was a familiar room. And I slept in bed.

... have you fallen again?

I feel sorry for you for a moment.

Every time he fights a strong enemy, he drains his body and mind and falls down.

"Mr. Ishl."

Next to the bed, Nina was sitting.

From the window the exact same sunlight I dreamed of illuminated the room.

There is quiet, calm air all around.

"Are you all right? Is there anything wrong with that?

Nina brings her face closer.

But contrary to that dialogue, I don't see the color of anxiety in her face.

Apparently, the "Baltar's Hole Regiment” crusade worked.

I can tell by the quiet atmosphere around me, Nina's calm feeling.

It's okay with my body, it's okay.

"Yeah. I'm not hurt, and nothing's wrong with me. Thanks, Nina."

There is still a little bit left to be noticed, but the fatigue has almost recovered.

Ishur looked indoors as she smiled and nodded at Nina.

This room is the same room on the second floor as the one in the castle hall in Canabal, where Salio and Siebeth were probably killed.

"Ah. Mr. Ishl."

So the back door opened and Romir turned up. Hanging a handkerchief.

"Just fine, I brought you some hot water."

Romir stood on the floor with a bucket of hot air and offered a sweat wipe cloth to Ishur's side.

And I had a wind that I noticed something about, "Ah," and I smiled at Nina and said, "I'll bring you all in," and I left the room for a small run.

"Oh, that."

Nina said, dyeing her cheeks bright red as she held Romir's leftover cloth in her hand.

A whispering voice trembles in shame.

"Shall I... wipe my body"

Ishur said he would wake his torso to jump up.

"Yes, no. 'Cause it's okay."

I crawled out of bed with you.

As I washed my face with bucket of hot water, Rifia, Mira and Marya came.

"Ishle!

As you enter the room, Mira approaches with momentum that is likely to jump towards Ishur.

One arm sticks out before that.

"Well..."

He was blocked from sight and Mira glanced at the refier.

"Mm-hmm. You don't seem worried, Ishr. Good."

Lifia shed Mira's gaze and went on to say in a bright voice, "I'm suddenly surprised you fell down," she said.

Marya in the back also looks relieved, etc.

"Oh, I'm sorry. He's getting a little tired."

Using hot water, a refreshing face of Ishul gives a soft grin.

"At that time, you blew up all the roofs of the falling castle. I don't have a choice."

Refia smiles and says.

... Again, she doesn't realize what happened when she helped Bastol out. Even if Nell and Lucas found it suspicious, they didn't even know about the existence of the desolate god.

No one has noticed that Baltar, the god of desolation, is turning into a human bastol.

This may be very similar to when Yveda was occasionally possessed and replaced by Leni.

……

Ishur also smiled and looked at Nina's face for a moment.

She was using water magic to relieve fatigue while I was unconscious and asleep. Then naturally, I think you've figured out the extent of my exhaustion, but you don't seem particularly suspicious about it.

I fought the desolate gods. Although I did not use the wind sword, I used the wind chirping twice. The degree of fatigue may also vary within that junction, but I'm pretty sure it was worn out.

Nina stares back at Ishl with the same soft look as usual.

... but don't worry about any of them. If it was Nina, she would talk to me before she talked to anyone else, even if she felt abnormal about my health.

"What's the situation, by the way? What happened after that?

Ishur lowered his grin and looked around at the rifias from Nina in turn.

"What? Nothing in particular. Basilia has been captured and the main force of the Hole Regiment has been wiped out. The bearded enter the city to hunt for the remnants of the Cave Regiment"

"The captain caught us well inspected from top to bottom. I'm under house arrest in the back room of this building right now. Don't worry, Mr. Ishur, we're keeping an eye on Sharka."

"Captain Randall is going to announce to the city's residents this evening."

There were explanations in turn with Rifia, Mira and Marya.

"So, Refia."

When Ishur nodded and showed them one at a time, he asked Rifia the most.

I really wanted to ask her something.

"How are they doing? The Seguros. Did you get the magic fixture in question?

The truth is, I want to know what's going on with the bustle, and it's been a long time since I've spoken to you. You can't even ask me how that guy is from the edge.

"Oh, those guys got their magic gear safe."

So Lifia laughed and took one of the bracelets out of her nostalgia.

"This gold bracelet is what it is."

A slightly dirty, dull gold chronological bracelet is offered in front of Ishur.

One small red jade stone (ruby) was attached to the center of the ring decoration.

Fire? Magic equipment from the fire system.

"... yeah?

More than that.

Ishur raised his eyebrows as he shifted his gaze from his bracelet to Rifia.

"Why do you have it?"

"Mm-hmm. After Ishr collapsed and made a scene…, Seguro and the others told us where the magic appliance was."

"Bastol talked!?

Ishur screamed unexpectedly, blocking the story of Rifia.

"Eh... yeah"

Rifia is surprised by Ishur's sword curtain, followed by a strange face.

"No, that's okay.... Nothing, sorry"

Ishur clouded his mouth and deceived.

Bad, no one should know about the desolate god.

But Lifia quickly regained her mind and did not touch Ishur's suspicious demeanor.

"... so where do you think this fire system magic equipment, Bastol, was hidden?

She has asked Ishur a few questions as she waved her bracelet in front of Ishur's eyes, making her look a little pranky.

"No, you don't."

... I'm glad Rifia flushed it.

But all of a sudden, you don't have to ask me that.

Ishl with his neck hanging. That's where Marya broke in.

"It's in Basilia's room, hidden in one of the jewelry boxes."

"Huh?"

Ishur revealed the suspicion at first, but quickly became like a point of contact.

Marya seeded it first, but Rifia is silent and bitter.

"If you're hiding the leaves, you're in the woods."

and Mira.

"There are plenty of Basilian jewellery boxes, and Bastol hid his magic in a jewellery box that his sister doesn't use much."

and Refia.

... not leaves, if that's where you hide the tree, isn't it? Well, I guess that's what you say in this world.

"I see."

Ishur snorts and shows as he tells the story.

A lot of people who use magic can see it by touching it if it's quite a powerful piece of magic, as well as just looking closer. But if you mix it with many jewellery, especially jewellery, even if it's not magic equipment, you won't notice it and you may miss it.

Old jewellery doesn't have to be magical, it has a curse (serious) on it, and there are many things that can be called something.

"Well, Bastol used his sister's depth well," he said.

Lifia put her arms together in front of her chest.

The greedy Basilia collected treasures like mountains and kept them in his hand.

... well done story.

In the end, the greedy do not realize the most important thing that is nearest to them, and cannot hold them in their hands.

When Ishur looked up, they all thought the same thing, smiling and grinning and gazing at each other.

"So, how do you have the magic of their fire?

Not long after taking a breath, Ishur repeated an earlier question to Rifia.

"Oh, that's because they want me to hide in this castle for a while."

The Seguros are seen as “traitors” to the survival of the Hole Regiment.

If you act with the people of the kingdom of Ladis in the fallen hall, you will naturally be taken for granted.

Regardless of the castle, the whole city may still be lurking and hiding a flavor of the cave regiment. If the Seguros go out into the city, they could end up working with the survivors of the Hole Regiment.

So they asked for it to be temporarily tucked away in the castle through Refia, plus a guide (guide) to exploring the underground temple and hired as a load-bearer.

Their request was granted to Rifia, as well as to the Captain's frid.

From now on, we must flex or contain the inhabitants of Canabal to stabilize the security of the city, buy or make available and collect the supplies necessary for the stay, exploration of the troops.

There were countless things to do, including chores, and besides, it was something I didn't even wish I could do with the help of a local human being.

"So, I decided to keep this magic for a while so they wouldn't run away or betray me."

Lifia let me swing the fire magic bracelet in her hand as she said.

"I see."

Ishur glanced at the window beside the bed as he nodded at Rifia.

After battling the Basilians and the desolate god Baltar, he lost consciousness and stayed asleep until the next day. It's about past noon now.

The weather is beautiful today, with a refreshing sunshine on one side of the neighborhood. The shadows of the walls and trees create a complex contour on the ground covered with sesame grass.

... Now he's going to dive into the basement with us as a luggage man.

“God” will accompany the expedition to the underground temple and the crusade against Malefioa.

……

What happens next. I hope this isn't a hassle......

Ishur turned into a complex face and exhaled small.

"Roar."

So all of a sudden, this time it becomes a flashy face.

Outside the window, Seguro and the others, pulled by Lucia, were seen walking in. Of course, in it, there was the look of Bastol.

They hold canvases, lanterns, barrels and chairs, and continue in a row towards the great hall of the collapsed castle.

Bastol, who was happily talking to Niceto, inadvertently stopped and looked up as he came directly below Ishur upstairs.

Two gaze bumps.

The grin on that face was human, not Bastol's. I get it clearly.

It was the face of a rough God, who fought in that union.