Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

Behind the Spirit that floats in the universe, the dark-stained sky and the summer flowing in the wind (blurred).

The translucent Nell's eyes are far away, reflecting the red light.

"If we don't destroy that bushy Fire Dragon, all the people who live in this land will be burned and will die."

She said quietly.

"... isn't that what you're after me?

Light clearly visible to hunters and woodcutters who can't use magic and shouldn't feel magic.

It's not just powerful, it's a massive piece of fiery magic that wraps up a terrible struggle.

"No, of course it will be the shield who comes after me first. What she's saying is, she put Shield up for a blood festival, and then we'll talk about it."

Lucas said in a slight tone of relief.

The summit exceeds an altitude of five thousand long steps (skull, just over 3,000 m). Heavy, then piercing, sharp chills that stain you.

At the same time, something hot creeps up from its own depths as if to counter it.

Different thoughts come and go through my chest.

... not like before.

What happened to the Red Emperor Dragon?

Relax and wait for me to come, not at all like when I was in formation at the silver mine in Kusim.

It reaches this land, it enters into my heart, his strong will.

Blowing up across the horizon, the magic of fire is coming this way.

"That idiot Fire Dragon probably obeys many of his family"

In Lucas's voice, seriousness mixes in.

"I wonder if the magical glow of fire that spreads from left to right belongs to his children."

The end of Lucas' mouth is stretched out and distorted.

The voice is not only serious, it is also filled with anger and contempt.

They're all the same in these places. Blatant aversion to the spirits and demons of other lineages, bringing disaster to humans, or rampant in this world.

"They're starting a war."

"We are going to destroy the sword and all the humans in this world."

Cold as Nell's voice freezes.

... Indeed, the ambition of the Red Emperor Dragon is to destroy mankind and create a dragon breed paradise.

But.

"But why now? He doesn't think he can beat me now that I've fought Malefiore."

Besides, how many family firedragons have you put on surveillance in this basin, because you've been watching, and you're moving too fast? His sensing abilities certainly transcend human beings far beyond me...

Is the Red Emperor Dragon capable of communicating with the Fire Dragons around here, no matter how far away they are?

That's stupid, there's no way.

"I don't know. But maybe..."

Nell's voice is reduced and interrupted.

"That's good. I guess that stupid firedragon lives in the back of the east mountain, huh? If you'll come out here, it's a good opportunity to get rid of it."

If you're coming from the other side, you'll save us the trouble of moving around, Lucas continued.

... Sure it is.

Lucas, naturally, knew what was causing the Red Emperor Dragon and me. And of course, my next goal.

I shot Malefiore and got the dirt magic fixture. Next, he wanted to go for the Red Emperor Dragon's Nest and explore the great mountain masses to the east.

But this distance......

How about we go back to Canabal once and wait for them to come? Rest well, something if possible, trap......

"Thousands of Fire Dragons in their families who follow them will be crap. I'm sure that busty red fire dragon is going to burn down all the fields, the cities of humans rooting for this continent. Until the sword reveals itself."

Is that okay with you, Sword?

Nell's eyes staring at him felt like he was asking.

She thinks the Red Emperor Dragon will attack people all over the continent first before he crushes me.

That would just drain even the one a lot of magic, strength, but if that increase or slowdown, I certainly might do it without any hesitation.

No, we won't be talking about cleaning it up with increasing slowness. The strength of his power as a dragon, his vitality, is a substitute for beyond man's imagination. You must not be experiencing any particular inconvenience or anxiety in destroying the people of the continent and then fighting me.

……

Ishur turned to the front, staring far beyond, at the belt of flames rising in the darkness at night.

... Now they don't seem to be out on the plains yet. The brilliance that spreads across the horizon is stable, with no significant movement.

This way, they're heading straight for us.

If they get to the plains where so many people live, there will be a huge change in that magical glow.

Countless people are dying, and both the Kingdom of Ladis and the Holy Kingdom of Orst could collapse.

There will be hell on this earth, not one of the living.

I can see the wind crossing the mountain hem under my eyes.

The earth is still quiet. Even stretching the senses of the magic of earth and gold just swallows it up into deep darkness.

I have no obligation to save all the lives of the people who live on this earth.

I'm not on the side of justice. I'm not a brave man either.

Or is it my duty to protect humanity more than to have the magic of God?

The moon god in Melillah grins terribly through his brain.

God's magic tools are never meant to protect mankind. I'm just one human being, one who fights his fate, one who always has.

But we can't afford to miss a massive slaughter right in front of us.

If it is my mission to stick the lives of many people lost in the village of Bersch to the moon god Lelia, I cannot overlook many human deaths here.

Then my own righteousness will be lost.

Can you disprove the gods, who have driven their own destiny mad, who have failed to save the people in front of them and have taken the lives of the people of their homeland?

... maybe it's just a matter of will. But that's fine.

When I meditated on my eyes, I could see the big fireball floating in the dark.

That dream I had in the village of Fugo before on my way to Kusim to discuss him.

That is the magical form of the Red Emperor Dragon, two burning cores and a melon at the bottom of the earth, which I saw yesterday when the power of the earth's magic tools awakened in the cave.

It's the magic of the Fire God that swirls in the Fire Cup.

"I will not let them kill humans as one. Give me all your power."

Ishur opened his eyes and looked over at Nell and Lucas' faces.

"I will go to that place now and destroy the Red Emperor Dragon"

And I looked forward to the night sky burning far away.

"Until that firedragon's parent balls, there's a fair distance. The faster you hurry, the more magic the sword consumes."

"Besides, even now, the Fire Dragons won't make it out in time."

Nell and Lucas have pointed it out clearly, with no objection to Ishl's orders, but without concealing any harsh discernment.

"That's all right"

Ishur turned to Lucas and smiled.

"Fight the Red Emperor Dragon. Everything you can have, get out of here."

He then turned to Nell and still smiled.

I have hands. There's a way to stop him.

But from there on...

Either way, death, ruin. We just have to push forward.

"Let's go."

Ishur kicked the top of the mountain into the night sky with a rock under his feet.

Increasing altitude eventually clears the sky and Kasumi is far away.

Deep ink over the head is spreading without a stop.

"I'm going to show you something good"

Ishur flies side by side with his own left and right, he told Nell and Lucas.

I'm sure.

From the beginning, suddenly we try the great magic of the Epic Land.

I can do that.

"No, I want to. its magic."

Ishur distorted one corner of his mouth and said in a whispering voice.

Increase speed and stretch your body horizontally, as numerous heroes have flown in previous lives.

The magical layer of wind ahead rips the atmosphere, creating new winds.

The flow of the wind brings joy into your heart.

It's a little joy, only a wizard of the wind flying in the sky can feel.

Fly in a straight line, toward the rays of disaster, despair stretching north and south at the end of the horizon.

... It's time to get started.

"We're going to use the great magic of the earth to stop them"

Ishur turned left and right and said to Nell and Lucas.

"Of dirt..."

I do my gaze forward, and Lucas squeaks.

Nell is stunned, silent and eyes open.

Quiet, it's a hell of a distance. But it is not more impossible than it thus captures in sight.

Besides, this is magic for ranged attacks only.

Ishur meditated his eyes.

Keep it up, reach for the cloudy sea that stretches directly below.

A world that spreads to the bottom of the earth.

Human raw, a dark world with little movement from time to time.

Eventually, the brilliance of the various minerals there, the flow of water and magma, the movement of the stretching formations, large and small, becomes the "feeling" of diverse natural appearances.

Reach out unto the land of abundance unto the end of Paradise.

Something that touched my fingertips. It's somehow directly above, far above the sky.

A source of earthly magic, a power overflowing with otherness. It's a world of brilliant, polar colors, intricate colors, just the opposite of the image of the earth.

Running streams of colored light, moments dazzled by its trance.

One, a line glowing silver ran through the heavens.

A meteor fell into the eastern sky.

Know the immense power of what the senses have all set and touched on at that point.

Womeo, the god of the earth.

For a moment in my brain, I met him in the street on that rainy day, the side of the old man turned.

"Show the heavens and the earth your majesty."

... Probably the greatest magic that's ever been used.

Spells do what I want. I'm sure it activates with that.

My chest trembles. Already heavenly, that magical power of the other world is about to appear in this world.

Ishur stared forward, at the light floating in the sky far beyond, and chanted quietly.

"Wear His Land, Meteoric Rain (Meteofall)"

I didn't know you were going to use it at a time like this.... No, I'd rather be blessed.

Meteo. Meteo crash, fall, rain. Fantasy is a familiar magic.

It would be the most fitting grand magic to use for this crisis that the world is about to end.

Ishur looks up at the night sky.

A moment late, countless silver wires ran through the pitch-black sky.

A muscle of all its light goes towards a band of light that extends beyond the horizon.

Eventually all the rays began to fall at right angles, covering and concealing so as to chop vertically the magic of the dragon of fire.

Floating in the night sky, a belt of flaming light. Silver flashes flashed multiple times there.

Quiet night.

The magnificent sights depicted on the other side of the far horizon also look like lightning falling innumerable in the red-burning sky.

"Roar."

……

Lucas shrugged his neck as he flew through the sky, grinning powerlessly.

Nell stared at the night sky with serious eyes.

"Wonderful, sword."

And obviously impressed, he praised Ishur.

The night sky continued to burn its colour, reshaping it.

Much later, that hellish roar ran through the sky far overhead.

The shock reached even the flying skies of the far-off Ishurs.

Under that Aurora-like glow, countless fire dragons will be extinguished, and even Red Emperor Dragons will just be sorry. Deep and wide to the east, the successive mountain ranges will change their shape.

Mountains will burn everywhere, and the screams of the Fire Dragon that are falling to the ground and dying will continue for days.

"... hmm?

As I flew through the sky, looking at the hell that appeared on the ground, the magic of a soft breeze spread around me, watching the annoying cry of the far other side.

"The sword rests. I'll take you."

Nell has probably spoken up with a sweet gracious face that only shows Ishur and Yveda.

"No, that's what you..."

"I am fine. Even that great magic of earth won't kill him. The sword must keep its strength warm and fight that dragon king."

... I may use all my strength to extinguish and return to the other realms of the Spirit...

Her face, her eyes said so.

"None of the Fire Dragons will die. We'll take care of you. Thousands of them, I'll clean them all up."

From the other side I heard Lucas calm, warm voice.

"Thank you. Well, please"

Ishur looked at Lucas' face and nodded, letting Nell smile.

Without her own strength, instead, her magic circled all around her, wrapped around her.

... sorry. This is already a war against them. I'm really gonna crush you guys.

"Both of you, fight to the full."

A thin cloud flows in front of me.

……

Nell and Lucas smiled silently.

... asleep.

Floating in the universe, surrounded by soft things full of love.

The slightly transmitted cold air barely connects the edges of the mind to reality.

Now I round my body and sleep under the shelter of Nell, the Spirit of the Wind, as a foetus.

The woman's affection is great.

On the sky I just have to be held.

... Since when, it seems to have started to rain.

Smoky rain sounds are heard slightly through Nell's magic.

When I opened my thin eyes, they were wet in the rain, and there were bald-headed old men dripping Shizuku from their bright white eyebrows, mustaches and nose heads.

No sound.

I can only hear the old man's, pointless solitaire.

I don't remember that time anymore, dreaming or presenting (depression), clearly.

Oomeo, the god of the earth, stopped whining and accidentally looked at this one. And I smiled.

Suddenly the rain stops.

... I feel good for the first time in a long time thanks to that. It seems that something worrying has disappeared.

─ No.

The old man's laughter mixes with the old man's.

... I have to thank you, but not Baltar.

And he looked bored.

... that Fire Dragon should watch you wave the sword of the wind. Know the business of Yveda already (on purpose). Don't be alarmed.

The side of the old man hides in his magic wand.

In its shadow the god of the earth lifted up the corner of his bearded mouth. That's all I could see.

... instead of thanking you. That's a good advice.

The illusion of that rainy day disappears. The old man disappeared.

Ishur woke up, hah.

A god of the earth? To dreams......

Smoky night darkness.

It's still raining.

……

On that rainy day, the old man seemed to be trying to convey something, pointing to the Bersch village, or to the temple ruins of the wind.

Was the advice then no way, what I just said?

The point the old man pointed at was the East. That's for sure.

Time goes back... No way, that can't be...

Ishur was caught in an odd illusion and looked like a crying laugh.

"My sword, how are you?"

Nell, who flies a little away from me and flies across the side, calls out.

Her hair, loose old cleric clothes hem, is tucked into the night breeze.

"No."

Ishur narrowed his eyes and looked forward.

... Warning of Oomeo, the god of the earth, indeed, for.

I forgot. I have used the wind sword several times now. That light is enormous and never goes away easily. Whether it's "Earth" or anywhere on Earth on this planet, you could have seen it.

That red emperor dragon couldn't have noticed.

He's quite cunning. Look at the sword of the wind. You can't challenge me without doing anything about it. Oomeo has advised the Red Emperor Dragon to prevent the sword of the wind, and to prepare countermeasures better than the sword of the wind.

... what is that?

Strange ideas beyond people's imagination, tactical ingenuity including magic, perhaps?

Or......

"The same as the sword of the wind, is it the work of the Fire God?"

"We fly where the clouds are thin"

Nell has covered it with Ishl's grunt, not knowing it.

She explained that the magic of Ishur's catastrophic meteor rain cracked the atmosphere, causing temperatures to rise and severe upward aircurrents, creating many rain clouds.

Follow me.

As usual, Nell began to raise the altitude for a slightly north stop when he told Lucas in a cold voice.

In the damp wind, a slight smell of soil and fire mixes in.

"Close..."

Ishur got a harsh look and stared at a layer of black rain clouds spreading forward.

... This smell is for sure. It would belong to Meteofall, the great magic unleashed by itself.

Nell is now flying at speeds of approximately six hundred miles long (scar) and about four hundred kilometers an hour.

Nearly two minutes (four hours) after leaving the Middle Basin, it's time to plug into the great mountains to the east.

Until we come into contact with the Red Emperor Dragon and many Fire Dragons, the Great Army, we have no more time.

What if that giant dragon had mastered the business of the Fire God as it falls under the sword of the wind?

You didn't hit it directly from the front, you don't have a winning eye, maybe.

If Yveda, the god of wind, came down before me, it's not strange that Balhel, the god of fire, showed up before him.

I remember when the Border Bell Army under Lfia's command was destroyed, when they fought him in the ruined Kusim Silver Mountains.

The Red Emperor Ryu was in a state of imminent death with a nearby explosion of pure wind magic. He flies loosely through the sky spitting burning blood, burning in his eyes as he vanishes into the eastern mountains.

I probably died once then. The presence of the sun god Jerez-like appeared in my dreams, and I was resurrected. Didn't the same thing happen to him? The Red Emperor Dragon in that state would not have had the power to fly.

Had Jerez intervened in the life and death of the Red Emperor Dragon, he would have been taught the "Divine Cause” by the fire god Balhel as well?

There's nothing logical about it, there's nothing decent about why it seems that way. It's only a selfish speculation, but if the Red Emperor Ryu also got the "divine cause” again, it has to do with Jerez's involvement, or I can't help but think so.

Jerez, or Lelia, the moon god who has pulled my leg in the way and provoked me many times before, is trying to fight me and the Red Emperor Dragon with some intent.

It was the work of Lelia that gave Yuri Olura, the lord of the Grand Duchy of Olura, the magic of gold and caused him to invade the Kingdom of Radice.

Every now and again, the moon god, who appears as Melillah, is about to annihilate Yuri Olura and the Red Emperor Dragon against me.

... or.

He's trying to get me to collect five magic pieces, and he's guiding me.

Does that have anything to do with Les taking an extraordinary interest in me and being attentive to me?

Now I wasn't sure. I feel like Jerez and Lelia, the thoughts of the Sun God and the Moon God connected......

Why has the Red Emperor Dragon now brought his family here to the great battle of the Kankun.

You figured I was exhausted fighting Malefiore. I don't even know why I could have known about that, but if I did, he was right. As it turns out, I'm forced to travel even more and fight on his mound.

I have to fight the Red Emperor Dragon and win. Otherwise, he dies.

While I rise above the palms of Jerez and Lelia, I still have to challenge them. You have to ask.

of the lost family, the fate of the villagers. My sins.

... that's not all.

What are the gods thinking?

What I am to them, to this world, like.

Who am I? What am I trying to accomplish?

If you have to fight the Moon God......

A layer of clouds flowing left and right through your vision.

To the sprawling night sky ahead, to the roaring and feathering of countless fire dragons, reach out to the sensing "hands".

Bearing this feeling of powerlessness, we must beat the Red Emperor Dragon, who may have won the "divine cause”.

Otherwise I don't know anything. We cannot judge ourselves and judge them if we do not survive.

How can we beat the Red Emperor Dragon?

... think. Think. Think.

You've always done that in your last life.

Thinking. That's the greatest weapon ever given to a human being.

Something else, not in him, but in me.

As a creature, a vessel as life, a little human being in a red emperor dragon with so much different power, what am I winning?

……

At that time, Nell's slight breath was heard and his body swayed slightly.

She caught a new stream of wind.

Time moves on moment by moment and relentlessly.

Her wavy translucent hair. Ancient (Ikeshi) wind cleric, clothes of female officers that can be used for Yveda.

The magical glow of the familiar wind shifted the edge of his sight.

If we go through the rain clouds in front of us, we'll be relative to that mass of fire magic again.

"... hehe"

Nell smiled at Ishur, who gazed at Nell.

A smile full of charity. For the Spirit of the Wind, the treasure of the Wind God is like the Divine Divinity of Yveda.

So they give everything to me...

...... oh.

"Got it."

Ishur stretched his gaze to the night sky ahead of him, Nell's smiling.

It's not in him, it's in me. Something I can do.

That's just one point.

It means I have three magic tools. It's about "combining" that power.

"It's about... building the world."

Rain legs flowing around sparkle picking up the wind and gold magic of Nell and Lucas.

Ishur was small and laughed.

Your devotion and the glow of this wind and gold magic made me realize again.

… what it means to have five magic fixtures.

"Through the clouds"

"Shield, you're finally here."

"Oh."

... all of a sudden it's production, a one-shot battle.

With three elements: wind, gold, and earth, he builds an unfinished but “world” and swallows the divine work of the one.

Ishur decided to be the one who stood up in the air.

Through a layer of deep foggy clouds.

Rain disappears and the night sky widens. No wind noise, night shivers come.

"Nell, thanks for everything. From now on, I fly on my own."

Fly through the sky and the magic of Nell, who was covering and protecting his surroundings, pulls away. Stretch out your own magic so as to fill that gap.

Ishur put his arms together in front of his chest, staring forward and narrowing his eyes.

In front of me, the magic of the Red Emperor Dragon and countless Fire Dragons spread everywhere.

I felt like I had seen a giant star floating in a pitch-black space.

"Increase altitude slightly. Follow me."

Hey, I'll look down. On the bottom of the thin clouds stretches a black-dyed earth.

The area directly below is not red stained yet. The gentle mountains and shallow valleys of the ridge stretch together. I don't see people's lights.

The western edge of a large mountain mass to the east. Is it further south than Kusim, on the north side of the Holy King's kingdom, around the border with the Kingdom of Ladis?

... did you make it just in time?

It's plugged in half the plain, but it seems inevitable that we'll manage to fight in people.

And we have to direct him up and up so that his spitting fire doesn't pour down on the ground.

I can't imagine how much damage would be caused by frequent mountain fires and the like, just because the flames of the Red Emperor Dragon sweep the ground.

"Nell's left wing, exorcise the Fire Dragons on the north side. Lucas is on the right wing, south."

"Okay."

Copy that.

The two replies are petty.

"Do your best to help the sword."

"Me too. I won't spare you."

Nell and Lucas both know this will be their last fight.

We both know we have to fight until we run out of power until we can no longer exist in this man's world. Though the other Fire Dragon's large crowd is a lot less numerous in the Great Meteor Rain (Meteofall), there will still be well over a thousand of them left.

... and Nell is carrying me this far and draining more magic. She has too many tough fights ahead of her.

But Nell's been worried about me. He looked at me with a tight eye and looked at me.

"The sword..."

Nell's voice seems sad, shivering small.

"I don't need help. I'll do the Red Emperor Dragon alone."

Turn them around and let them look temperamental.

……

Then I gave Nell a silent grin.

"I'll see you sometime."

Ishur said again, looking at the two faces.

"... All right, let's go"

Besides, say it in a low voice.

"Ha."

"Aye."

Ishur increases his speed and plunges into the immense mass of fire magic that is now approaching.

Nell and Lucas split left and right, respectively, drawing a graceful curve and disappearing into the darkness at night.

"I'm sorry. Nell, Lucas......"

Turn forward.

At that time, a huge flame struck me from the front, as if I had been watching the Ishurs.

Ishur quickly moved on to the steep ascent, then multiplexed irregular curves to survive the swinging great firepillars of the Red Emperor Dragon.

... The Red Emperor Dragon has been blowing flames waiting for the Spirit to leave me...

Nell and Lucas, the two great spirits headed to the herd of Fire Dragons on the left and right, waiting for this one to disperse their attack and make their defenses thin?

Ishur swirled and approached the Red Emperor Dragon with repeated rotations. It was much better than when we fought in Kusim, allowing us to manoeuvre and exercise in the air.

When I was staying at Krembel, I had traveled many times to the back of the mountain to have an aerial battle with the demons. The experience was alive at that time.

Night sky around sight, horizon. There, still persistently on my cheeks, the heat blows on my forehead.

Ishur chewed his teeth thoroughly and turned forward.

A fiery sphere like the sun rises from the bottom of darkness.

... wind, gold, soil and.

Stretch out all the power you can have, your will, your senses, to the other world.

"Come on, Red Emperor Dragon!

To the spreading sea of flames, Ishur barked.

The magic of the junction when we fought in Kusim, something of the same kind as the fiery ring kingdom of the Fire God, or almost the entire circumference of the Red Emperor Dragon, except for some of the rear, is sometimes covered by the magic of the flaming depression fire.

The identity of the brilliance of the burning horizon, also seen from the mountains of Brectas, at its centre.

Ishur stopped in front of the flaming wall of the circle.

Not only the magic of the wind, but also the new magic of the earth stretches around the body. Particularly vulnerable to high fever, such as eyes, mouth and lungs, must be protected.

The magic of earth is not incompatible with the magic of fire. Defense is higher than wind magic.

Still a ferocious high fever blows all over my body.

... Did this guy do the magic of dropping that meteorite...

A shadow of a monster that spread large wings in the center of the sphere of fire and raised a suspicious giant in the universe.

From there came a flow of heterogeneous ideas, not people's.

... Kid, it's been a while.

Now low and rough, the voice of the beast clearly echoed in his brain.

It's been a long time. I remember that time when I fought like crazy in death.

The Red Emperor Dragon doesn't seem to have been devastated by the great magic of Ishur's soil or anything, almost traumatic.

... you monster.

How sturdy they are made.

Ishur bit his lower lip and stared at the giant dragon shining bright red.

The Red Emperor Dragon also stops moving forward, slowly winging the wings he has occasionally spread over that cup.

On several occasions, Ishur quickly ran his gaze to the left and right.

Nevertheless, there must have been a lot of damage to the Fire Dragons who followed and advanced on him...

"When I fought before, I almost died."

Anyway, weakness is forbidden. Unleash a bottomless destructive impulse, lurking not only in the spirit of struggle, but in your own magic implements and heart.

That'll be the first step against this guy.

"You're out in people again, aren't you afraid? Me."

I can see my own lips are distorted, my eyes are connected, and I'm in a vicious shape.

... My presence would be more helpful.

Its vertically thin sharp pupils awaken the underlying fear.

... Humans. But it will be hard to get out to my habitat in the mountains.

Unfortunately, that's for sure. What this guy is saying is right. Somewhere in the East Mountains, we have to take a long time to find out, figure out where this guy is, and that's hundreds and thousands of miles and tread through the mountains without paths.

But now, I don't care about that.

"But you're too late, it's coming out. I've got all three more magic pieces. You will never."

Ishur licked his lips there softly. I said it deliberately.

"... can't win"

Provoke him to spit out information about God's cause, which he may have.

... I don't know about that.

His oversized beast eyes. I'm going to get sucked in.

Even if it is prevented by the magic of the wind, the intense heat waves still strike.

The absolute confidence of this giant dragon is not shaken by fine dust either. Dignity hasn't changed anything.

"Why now? What are you... in such a hurry?"

Maybe he hastily, hastily attacked me. I may have taken this opportunity and prepared it carefully. But I get the impression that it came out so that I can be driven away by something.

... No, this is ready to peek at the opportunity, from the start of the sudden raid, maybe I was planning it. I've been waiting for this moment.

Then what is the “machine”?

Was it after all aimed at when I was fighting Malefioa and exhausted? Didn't this guy realize and didn't know about his struggle with Yuri Olura? Because you were too far from the big mountain mass to the east?

The underground temple of Brektas seemed to keep an eye on the Fire Dragons.

Did this guy expect me to fight Malefiore sooner or later and keep an eye on him?

Waiting for me to get the magic of the earth?

How could you?

Why doesn't he go out and destroy Malefiore himself?

That is......

Now the night sky is only dark and flaming.

Nell and Lucas, somewhere far away, the slightest fluctuations of magic between the two fighting.

... hehe, haha.

Red Emperor Ryu opened his jaw wide and laughed luxuriously.

... I haven't noticed yet.

A fang like a sardine stands in front of you.

On the contrary, the dragon has provoked Ishur more.

"... No way"

Ishur became there, a face that noticed something.

Were you confused by the apparent difference in strength between distance, geographic problems, and Malefiore and Red Emperor Ryu?

I overlooked the basics.

When we fought in Kusim, we talked about him.

Has this guy really lost sight of Lene, the witch of the woods heading west, to the king's capital?

What's the point and you stayed in Kusim?

Was it just depressing to be attacked and counterattacked by a city inhabited by many humans?

That's how I relaxed and waited for the magic of the wind to come crusading.

... No.

That's when he got off the hook. I lied.

The reason he stayed in Kusim, the reason he's invaded the land where people live now.

That's something else.

Ishur caught an eyebrow and stared at the vicious face of the Red Emperor Dragon. At the same time my lips are distorted and my sarcastic grin engraved.

"You were afraid."

Ishur laughed and pointed at the tip of the dragon's nose.

"Give me Malefioa.... the shard of God."

Red Emperor Dragon and Malefiore.

There is a huge difference in strength between the two. The strength of the Red Emperor Dragon is of different dimensions.

Looks that way. But the facts are different.

Malefioa has a “God Shard”. That monster is "made" based on it.

There is no magic in the shards of God. We need to use "God's work”.

Neither can its divine business be activated without defeating the “curse of God”.

The heart of the “curse of God” is the love and pity of a woman who has died unemployed.

The Red Emperor Dragon is not human. But it's not like I don't have feelings.

For the dragon, who lived a thousand years and gained wisdom, there would have been bitterness.

Then even a dragon with enormous overwhelming power before this eye may not beat Malefioa.

That “strength” is different.

In the Sacred Capital, the king, Bionato, had a magical book that, although not directly related to the "shard of God” in the body, could summon the split of Malefioa.

Around the Brektas mountain masses of the continent is the territory of Malefioa. The humans aren't, and the Red Emperor dragon was averse to leaving Kusim to the west.

Two hundred years ago, Lene, the forest witch, moved to the king's capital and returned to her own nest because her magic had been interrupted, which is still not accurate. That may have happened, but didn't the Red Emperor Dragon go back deep into the East Mountains because he decided that Lehne had entered the Malefiore area of power?

...... hehe.

His horrible eyes won't let go of me.

From its jaw, a slight flame leaks.

... Exactly, kid. Have you finally noticed? So...

From end to end, the wings of the one that is well over a mile long (scarl, about 600 m).

Its sense of scale is unusual, it does not look like a demon, a creature, and it is caught in some strange illusion. And now I'm putting up a line of fire gods around it.

... of that serpent, what happened to the shard of God's curse? How did you get rid of that snake?......

Red Emperor Dragon is smart. The same goes for this agile and bold action, but the presence of a fire junction that spreads in front of us is a true representation of that.

It's not hard for me to hurt this guy right now.

Summoned spirits and the like are used to draw attention, rapidly move into the gap, enter into the nostalgia such as the neck muscles and the base of the feathers to unleash the magic of the oversized wind and the magic of gold.

This toon's magic consumption is not half as bad, but the blows it takes are also intense.

Fast manoeuvre, close enough to suck on him to seal the counterattack and hit a powerful firepower on the spot. That is the simplest Red Emperor dragon tactic.

This guy knows his weakness because of the giant when he fights me better than before.

So this time, we have a strong bond from the beginning, and we're holding back this intrusion, this proximity.

And I care how you sealed the shards of God and how they are...

"Is that what I've been talking to you about?"

Ishur grinned lightly, as he thought.

"Red Emperor Dragon, what do you think? What do you think I did with the God Shard?

The angle of the mouth is further raised, much higher.

"You think I“ have ”that?

If I had a shard of God, I could use it. I can beat this guy with no questions asked.

... you.

A fierce flame burns in the eyes of the Red Emperor Dragon.

I felt the hot wind blowing around me gained momentum.

Its jaw opens slightly. His flame burns the abyss of my heart like a lick.

Red Emperor Ryu is trying to read my mind...

Omaeha, Kaminokakera, Mottenai.

Violent, hot red emperor dragon heart tip touches.

of wild animals, the intuition of a millennial living demon concluded.

Moments later, the world ran around with the kind of impact that the space would tear apart.

Immediately in front of you, a giant magical power of fire reveals itself.

The power of a big, big, fire magic fixture. That's compressed up to fist magnitude (cobblestone), distorting space in front of you, twisting light.

… this is the work of the Fire God!?

At the same time, Ishur flew backwards about a few hundred long steps (skull, less than 200 m).

Demons at once descend from the different realms of wind, gold and earth that were "hands on".

... That's probably like nuclear fusion, little sun.

If we release the magic of that fire, that is, a phenomenon similar to the explosion of a water bomb.

I felt instinctively. I thought so.

The magic wall of the wind ahead has already raised the density, reversing various radiations that seem harmful.

I feel it up front, it feels like I'm going to learn chest noise. Yes, it tells me.

Such a dangerous thing, we must not let it explode. It must not be allowed to exist.

Is this the cause of the Fire God?

The business of Balhel, God of Fire, is God's wrath, the flame of the end.

But there is no reason for anyone to take the wrath of the Fire God. I don't want a naked sun on the ground or anything.

The Red Emperor dragon had the power of God in his hands, just like me.

I don't know where this place is anymore, what it is, anything but God's flames.

... Now I'm on the verge of life and death.

To live, to fear, to withstand the agony and to spin the “world” that cannot be done.

It's not like when I fought in Kusim before. It doesn't end in an instant, keep fighting with the thought of treading on the thin ice with a twist.

A giant red emperor dragon floating directly in front of it, a small nucleus that converges in front of it. Is the diffusion of light shaking around it a form of plasma?

... wind, gold, soil and.

Knit three magic powers.

In that stream, a certain certainty sprouts.

“The world” will swallow the power of God, even if it fails.

God's power is what makes the world. So in the end, the five elements converge into the world.

"... oh, the world will be"

Ishur offers his hands forward and tries to wrap the flame of the Fire God.

I was born before my fist...

Just, even, tears overflow.

I don't need the anger to cut myself off anymore, the thought to rupture my brain's marrow, or the will to jump over the ends of the earth.

This is the task of creating something new.

Sad, happy, touching, joyful, desperate.

The self of stripping is too small and weak to just cry before the world.

The wind, the gold and the soil.

It emits countless, seven-colored flashes and condenses into the light of the thermonuclear.

"Gah, gah, gah"

Red Emperor Ryu groans painfully and tries to open his jaw.

He's about to blow more flames on that original nucleus and hit me.

But the flaming mass is about to be drunk by the “world”, the new kingdom that sways in seven colors.

There are three elements. There are still two missing.

The world of failure. I'm the one who can't...

Joy, sadness, and fear. Tears distort vision.

...... Mmmmm.

The black silhouette of the Red Emperor Dragon trembles with loss.

... the end is near.

When Ishur opened his eyes and wiped his tears, he gripped the pattern of his sword.

Eat up your teeth and let your whole body lift up (minagi) and wait for that moment.

The moment the fire god's business is swallowed up, assimilated and extinguished by the "world”.

Wind, squeal.

Ishur flew into the darkness beneath his eyes.

The darkness flows, and the back of the person you see in front disappears behind your back.

Darkness. Beyond it lies the abyss of life and death.

It brings death back to the world of life. At the end of the flow, we saw the end of the other realm of the wind.

Absolutely undefeated. Equation of victory.

The great magic of instantaneous movement, “wind chirping". It makes a very similar, but slightly different fantasy appear to Ishl every time you use it.

And then it strikes, withstands the torn pain of the whole body, and waves the "sword of the wind” at the moment you're done traveling.

Ishur appeared in low altitude just below the Red Emperor Dragon, about a few hundred long steps (skull, around 200m).

The moment I pulled out my sword, I strayed from my back and looked up to heaven.

The kingdom of the Fire God was extinguished. The black shadow of the giant Red Emperor Dragon was floating against the backdrop of the instant night sky in the sparse stars. Its wings widened in view.

As Ishur pulled out his sword, he went up.

A moment of silence.

Both myself and the Red Emperor Dragon saw everything in the world stopped.

When the tip of the sword drew a semi-circle, a sharp light ran tearing the heavenly sphere in two, far beyond the red emperor dragon over his head.

A beat late, a roar that also tangled in the multiple highs and bass.

……

The second confrontation with the Red Emperor Dragon exceeded both expectations and, most simply, ended quickly.

Ishur's knitted "world of defeat” also disappeared at some point.

"G., gagagagagagagagagagagagagagaga"

From the huge black shadow over his head, a terminal cry rose.

The roar of the legendary dragon rocked heaven and also seemed to tremble the light of an indelible windsword.

A little late, a flash of light also ran on its black mass, the torso of the Red Emperor Dragon.

A giant, like a mountain floating in the sky, breaks in two.

There was a flame coming out of the small room.

... My, is it doomed? Death...

A thoughtless thought of a dragon descended upon Ishur's heart.

A sight that floats in your brain, unfamiliar.

A large nest of strayed humans, over the city. A cleric chased me and shot me with the magic of the wind.

The tip of the fall after breaking the roof was the altar of the Temple of the Fire God.

At the center of a circular pedestal, like among the Lord God, was a burning cup that blew out a red flame.

The wounded Fire Dragon found that the cup had a very strong power.

Instinctively, I swallowed it.

After gaining the power of the great fire god, he was not only excused by the head of the flock, but stood at the apex of all the fire dragons.

From then on, it became a petition to destroy dangerous people in order to protect their families...

The footage of that one dragon instantly caused the thought to rush through Ishur's heart and disappear.

A long time ago, a thousand years old memory.

That disappeared in an instant.

Big, long lived lives disappeared in an instant.

Big black shadows tear apart into flames, hiding stars shining in the night sky.

The color of the fire was in that temple, the same color as the fire cup.

To Ishur, I was the only one who found out.

The wreckage of the Red Emperor Dragon, broken left and right, eventually began to fall slowly to the ground, with the whole wrapped in its red-black, burning flames.

Ishur moved just a little further south, passing the falling Red Emperor Dragon giant. The left and right wings narrowed without force and fell so that they were pulled down to the torso.

The falling black and huge shadow covered his sight forever and finally burned the contours of the red flame to the retina.

The remains of the Red Emperor Dragon in flames landed on the ground. Shockwaves were run around the perimeter, scattering countless small and large firepowders.

But no sound of the Red Emperor dragon crashing into the fallen ground reached Ishur's ear.

The roar of the wind sword that covered the night sky cleaved the atmosphere, tree spirits forever and everywhere, and never disappeared.

As the heat came up from the burning Red Emperor Dragon, Ishur reached out and waved the magic of the earth. Countless grains of sand appeared at a wide range from his feet, smoking like rain and pouring down on the wreckage of the Red Emperor Dragon.

Ishur shook his body and body, and the pain that struck his whole body, using the wind chirping, and looked bitterly around him, looking at the mountains to the east, turning the skies to the north and south.

The black-stained ridges of the eastern mountains appeared blurred by the dust that blew up. Between the shadows of black was the earth, which was burnt bright red.

It was not only the magic of the mighty fire of the Red Emperor Dragon, but also the great magic of the land unleashed by Ishur, the downpouring trace of the meteor rain (Meteofall).

There was no longer a fire dragon figure in the surrounding sky, many of which were exterminated by Nell and Lucas, and what survived seemed to have gone far east to the death of the Red Emperor Dragon.

Ishur shook his whole body even more violently and meditated.

"Sorry, Nell, Lucas"

Signs of the two spirits had disappeared. They had done their best in the battle against hundreds or thousands of fire dragons and had already been extinguished. They could not even say goodbye to Ishur, nor could Ishur help them to the end.

Wind and gold, the two spirits have vanished in this man's world, but they have not died. We await the restoration of the magic lost in the heavens, the otherworlds, where the Spirit supposedly lives.

"I'll see you sometime.... Thanks, Lucas, Nell"

Ishur whimpered with a trembling voice and went down to the carcass of the Red Emperor Dragon, who was sumptuous in dust.

To get the magic of fire.

Where is this place?

Surrounded by a series of flats of sloppy hills, you can see rivers of medium size, serpentine on the left and north.

A slight reflection of the stars on the earth, where river surfaces sink in darkness.

He made contact with the Red Emperor Dragon before being pushed in unknowingly and, unfortunately, seems to have become a battle in front of the mountain hem in the East Mountains, around flattened.

No major fires have broken out, except the remains of the Red Emperor Dragon, which I stared over.

I don't even see people's lights, such as settlements......

It's just a pleasure to get the impression that the surroundings of the Red Emperor Dragon, which fell to the ground, are closer to the meadows, too, than just wasteland.

The desire to escape somewhere, to rest in a quiet and safe place, to fall asleep, rises from the bottom of my heart to the depletion of my physical and mental strength.

Heavy fatigue irritates my heart.

withstand the pain and overflow the magic. As the altitude drops, the heat beneath your feet increases in intensity.

The Red Emperor Dragon is torn in two straight from halfway through his abdomen to his head, draping unusually wide wings to the ground and lying.

Little fire comes out of the wings and tails, and the area around the neck burns violently from the torn torso.

Fire is also fired from the tip of the jaw that broke into the two heads, from the Red Emperor Dragon completely losing his life, becoming a giant mere “object”.

But it swayed unnaturally, and the flames glowing red and black were creepy.

... Dead.

Because of your appearance in the world, Lifia's father, Borderline Berleyveld Behm, moved, and Brigal stepped poorly to destroy the village of Bersch.

I lost something important. I thought I lost everything.

No, the original fact that I got the magic fixture of the wind may have been caused by the magic fixture of God itself that you had the magic fixture of the fire.

You're dead, and the only thing left to do is God's magic equipment.

So I'll take your fire magic gear.

I gather the magic of God.

Ishur stared at the fire blowing up into the darkness at night.

... There must probably be a magic fixture of fire in the belly of the ripped one.

But it's unusual heat. Should we wait until this fire goes out?

"No, no. This flame will not be extinguished from his carcass until he pulls out the magic fixture of fire, possibly the cup of fire."

Slowly descending, the Red Emperor dragon's, follows the flame of death.

The magic of the earth must have caused quite a bit of dust to fall, but the fire doesn't look faded.

"This is... I just have to go"

Ishur dropped his shoulder, honking his throat and squeaking.

If I'm swallowed by that flame.

The moment the magic defense runs out, he dies.

I can see that fear mixes with pain and fatigue, and my face, my heart is distorted by snoring.

... a mountain of flames.

The giant burning carcass of the Red Emperor Dragon is hell itself that appeared on earth.

Still retaining his tense magic, he went down to the chest of his torso, which was around him.

Burning red flames blow up left and right.

It's time to go over the burnt carcass, with nail tips. It's a lot of heat. I can see everything in my sight shaking.

On the verge of landing on the right side of the tightly cracked torso, Ishur jumped up about a few long steps (skulls, a few meters) feeling some sign.

"That one."

... I can see.

At the bottom of the valley of the truncated torso, I see something like a cup. Something like the mouth of a circular vessel, with a handshake protrusion to the left and right, is in a bright red flame, blindfolded.

You mean burn me to death?

Wearing more sand grains still won't fade the fire. Probably whatever strong wind you let blow, iron on it and cut it off from the air, that fire won't go out.

... Over there, if you don't go down into the flames, you won't get the magic of fire, the fire cup.

Ishur crawled his whole body, and more and more earthy magic on his right arm, glazing over the cup of fire, descending straight down.

Not just hot, heavy, bottomless power just stimulates pain, but it also tries to burn the power of will.

Swinging vision, distant consciousness.

The horrors of the fire.

When I gave him my right hand, he quickly burned down the sleeves of his jacket, clothes, and stained them black to the bare arms.

"Huh..."

My whole body stiffened for a moment in too much intense pain, and I stopped breathing.

But I was rather fortunate to be unable to breathe.

The magic stretched all over his body was about to be broken through by high fever.

Meditate your eyes so they don't burn you.

A bright red fireball floating in the dark. It keeps burning in space, like a giant star.

My whole body is engulfed in flames.

"Nooooooo"

Immerse yourself in death, jump over fear and grab the raw.

Ishur's fingertips touched the sides of the fire cup.

Having a magic fixture of fire means

to use its ultimate fire magic, i.e.,

Put yourself in the fire.

I heard my voice or someone's in my heart, that's what I heard.

When the fire cup went out, all the flames that were blowing out of the Red Emperor Dragon's wreckage (Muru) went out.

The black burnt man's right hand was repaired, and the burnt clothes were regenerated.

I thought it was still night, that it was dark around.

But the night had already departed, and the sun was about to dawn.

White smoke was rising from the remains of the black sunken Red Emperor Dragon in a thin, blue-colored world.

Eventually the sense of smell returned or the burnt smell began to irritate the nasal cavity.

The heavy sky eventually began to rain.

Ishur stood on the dead body of the Red Emperor dragon like a mountain, looking up at the sky at dawn.

The water stained the mouth and touched the tip of the tongue, which contained sand and was shiny.

It tasted bitter.

In the midst of the rain mist, Ishur slowly went down the skeleton of the mountainous Red Emperor Dragon.

Going down to the ground, the meadow is burning in black.

……

As Ishur leaned his neck slightly, he began to walk south.

Eventually the black earth turns into a green meadow.

At the end of his sight smoking in the rain, something resembling a livestock farmer's house emerged.

There are signs of multiple creatures, mainly cattle, in a rather large building.

The smell of livestock propagates rain and plunders the tip of the nose.

Ishur looked at the house with a small grin and approached it with a snuggly, powerless foothold.

... no sign of humans.

The ranchers must have fled somewhere to attack the Red Emperor Dragon and the Fire Dragon and activate the Great Meteor Rain.

Ishur sat down under the cowhouse and waited for the rain to stop.

Tighten your eyes on the rain leg of the background on the Shizukuishi that falls in front of you.

In one night, I've come this far.

In just one day I defeated the Red Emperor Dragon and got the magic of fire.

Too much, everything has changed.

What irony.

Memories of the battle of Kusim, which was painful, dying, disappear as the fear of the Red Emperor Ryu fades to the outer edge of consciousness, summery.

Intense nothingness.

No victory, no satisfaction, no sense of accomplishment, nothing.

Just lonely, torn apart thoughts.

I'm really alone now.

There will be no one on this earth with the magic of God but himself.

Soon the magic of fire will come.

That might change things a little bit.

... a little more patience.

"Hey."

The rain doesn't end.

Ishur was called out by someone and raised his face. I was asleep at some point.

Dark beard in sight. Big body.

Looking back, there stood a middle-aged farmer with a successful body who seemed to be the Lord of this ranch.

"Who are you?

Low, dead voice.

"Me...?

Ishur looked at the Red Emperor Dragon's carcass when he stood up.

Suddenly, the sky suddenly brightens and the rain begins to stop.

A black-burned grassland at the end of his gaze, and a huge black mass like a mountain, appeared beyond the vanishing rain leg.

"What is that?

The farmer shrugs.

It's the Red Emperor Dragon.

Ishur said untouched, plainly.

It's his carcass.

"What,... Yes, no"

The farmer wandered. I tremble all over my body and walk away from Ishl as if I had touched something bad.

"I guess I was scared last night. Where were you running off to?

Ishur spoke to the confused farmer to do public speaking as well.

"Oh, you..."

"Hmm?... it's me"

When Ishur laughed small, the farmer happened to scream "hiccup," and ran out on his back.

……

When Ishur saw the farmer disappearing into hiding on the ridge of the hill, he sat down again with no strength under the house.

Something, I should have gotten you some food.

Ishur fell asleep again when he blurred.

"Mmm..."

Time went by, and something happened.

In his own mind, a small sign of change appears.

I woke up unexpectedly asleep for a moment (two hours) or so.

Flames shake around my heart, my brain. Not hot, not cold.

Red flame.

No, hotter. I know.

The flames are blue and changing.

"Hehe."

Ishur laughed and opened his fist in front of him.

On the palm of your hand, a small world that overlaps and whirls.

There's a blue flame tangled in there, mixed up.

That night, when I first activated the magic of the wind.

In the palm of your hand, a small whirlpool of wind floating in the moonlight.

Now the four elements are woven, into a small world.

Sometimes something, like a puzzle fits in, sometimes hands and feet stretch out, the world expands every time you get a new divine magic tool. It's also about recognizing what the world looks like, beyond the five senses.

... One thing that remains is the magic fixture of water.

The vortex that now turns over the palm in front of you is the chick shape of a world near completion, where elements of wind, gold, earth and fire overlap.

Just like that time, I held my hand tight.

The “world” is misty and gone.

The sun hasn't fallen yet. The sun blurs in a thin cloudy sky and the moon is invisible. I can't even see it.

Now, the goddess of the moon hasn't told Ishl anything yet.

... but close at that time.

Ishur stood up at ease, turning to the remains of the Red Emperor Dragon, and walked slowly.

The sesame grass was still wet in the rain and looked glowing and glowing.

Its blue meadow also turns into a black-burned scorched soil on one side as it approaches the remains of the Red Emperor Dragon.

Rain kept the ground cold and the burnt smell was gone.

Thirsty, gasping for hunger, looking forward and looking back.

Black scorched, mountainous red emperor dragon giant stood up.

Feel something and put your fingertips on the large scale in front of you.

The only surface that looked burnt was burnt meat or gut or ash attached.

It was the scale of the Red Emperor Dragon when it was still red, not lost in gloss, and alive.

It was a beautiful and strong dragon scale with a good resemblance in texture to the bevel when seen up close.

I was curious, the identity of which I felt something was the slight magic emanating from the surface. The scale of the Red Emperor Dragon had not yet completely lost its power.

... his scales survived all that flames and my “sword of the wind”.

……

When Ishur exhaled small, he looked over again at the remains of the mountainous Red Emperor Dragon.

On the left tip, the bones of the crushed long neck and head, and on the right, the bones of the long tail, raised a black shadow.

Did the feathers that were hanging on the ground burn up a lot, in the burnt meadows around them, sinking in and not clearly discernable?

"But this scale and that bone, it's a fortune."

... No, such property is not a proper substitute. It's the kind of scale that renews a country's military power.

Originally, Fire Dragon scales, fangs, etc. were traded at high prices as weapons materials.

I can't imagine how much it would be worth if that also belonged to the Red Emperor Dragon.

"Mmmm..."

When Ishur groaned softly, he thought about sinking this huge Red Emperor dragon carcass with the magic of the earth deep into the earth, a mountain of treasure.

... but now fatigue is accumulating and it is a burden to sift such great magic.

And if this is all worth it, people will try to dig it out, no matter how much time and effort they put into it.

Burying so much stuff to great depth can be quite a big job, even with the power of earthly magic fixtures. If you dig too deep into it, something could happen that could affect the surrounding soil and cause some kind of disaster.

As far as I can feel right now, there seems to be no element to worry about except that the ground water is abundant around here......

"Hmm?"

At that time, when he sensed some signs of movement backwards and farther away, Ishur looked back.

Only a vertically raised triangular flag moves eastward onto a meadow that rises and falls loosely like a wave.

A feeling transmitted through the ground. It sounds like a horseshoe. About ten horsemen. The distance is still there.

Then that triangular flag is a temporary flag, abbreviated flag, that simplifies the official crest of the nobility, the lordship.

It is a flag commonly used for small units, such as Knights detachments.

The advice, the flag that was visible across the hill began to rise high, and a team of lightly dressed but regular horseback riding squads, possibly knights of lords ruling the land, appeared.

You can see it on your left, a long way ahead of the rain-fed livestock farmer's house, to the south.

Ishur narrowed his eyes slightly to see how it looked.

... Did that runaway farmer let you know?

The Ten Horse Riders are obviously coming this way.

There was such a massive, fancy battle last night. Many people living in the vicinity would have witnessed. Naturally, so do the neighborhood lords and nobles. And this thing will eventually spread throughout the continent.

This area is in front of the East Mountains, near the border between the Kingdom of Ladis and the Holy King of Orst.

The river, slightly visible from above yesterday, is probably a tributary of the Benelus River, flowing from Alva to Frontera, to the south. Then this area will be a conflict zone belonging to one of the two countries, or a buffer zone not belonging to either.

Frontera is in the northwest, far away. The border fortified city of Nostal is almost true west, Arva, the territory of Rifia, is about true north or northeast, and to the southeast lies Kahar, the mining city of the Holy King's kingdom.

That horseback cavalry came from the south, so it's probably a squad of noble knights, with territory in the border zone of the Holy King.

"Something, I have a bad feeling"

At the tip of his gaze, Ishur stared at a small, triangular flag, swaying in the brightened sky, and one shrugged small.

... I still can't. But it might be a good idea to bury the remains of the Red Emperor Dragon deep in the ground...

The horseback riders are straight, approaching.

Regular, multiple horseshoe sounds coming across the hill.

Strong and conscious of the carcasses of giant dragons like mountains, behind them.

Ishur's hunch at this time was right.

A hilly area of meadows with streams flowing through the north and scattered with miscellaneous woods and pastures. Buffer zone between the Kingdom of Ladis and the Holy King of Orst.

In this meadow land of nothing, an unexpected curtain of frenzy was about to rise.