Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

The number of horseback rides coming across the meadow is just ten.

It is a lightly dressed cavalry with iron armor only in key locations, such as shoulders, torso and shin.

Everybody, I don't have a helmet on my head.

When the horseback riding squad came all the way to Ishur, what a bare way through him and headed directly towards the remains of the Red Emperor Dragon.

Leading the way with the captain-like man and the flag, they all look up at its giant flat side by side.

……

Ishur also looked at the men in the horseback squad in a different way.

... Right. How important to them would be the red emperor dragon wreck (Muru) like a mountain rather than a bounty hunter or a young man with a less visible style.

Eventually, a ride on the edge of the horseback cavalry approached Ishur.

"What about you? I'm not from Sonneto Village."

The man kept on his horse and called out to cover him from above.

"Oh. A stranger."

Ishur nodded small.

...... hmmm. You say Sonneto around here, you've never heard of it. Is it the Holy King's side after all?

"That giant demon corpse..."

"I am Cassani, the ten captains of the Ortland Barons Knights. Where were you last night?

When Ishur was talking to one of the horseman soldiers, now the captain-like approached from the carcass of the Red Emperor Dragon. And blocked that cavalry question, and all of a sudden he came to name it.

"... I was around here yesterday"

Baron Ortland? You still don't know. Maybe Lord of the Holy Kingdom.

Ishur answered, not named, but appropriately peeled off.

It would be rude not to answer with equal identities, or names from those above, but if you are not just peasants or city dwellers enough to name them, for example if your identities are isolated, you don't have to ignore them and not name them.

"What?

Cassani leaned her neck on the horse and made a blatantly suspicious voice.

"What was that last night? A lot of fire dragons or demons came from the mountains and I thought the world would end..."

The captain of the horseback squad did his hand on his chin and continued as he contemplated.

"Were you watching it this close? What have you been up to?

Have you figured out the seriousness of this, the serious light comes up in the captain's eyes?

"Who are you?"

"I'm not as good as a name. In the meantime, I haven't eaten anything since last night. Whatever, will you grace the rice?

I've roughly decided what to do with the Red Emperor Dragon carcass, but now filling my belly and restoring my health is a prerequisite.

I could get into a lot of trouble from now on. No, I'm sure it will.

... if you get into a situation where you can't clean it up, wipe out the whole carcass of it, completely.

It's more laborious and catastrophic around than burying it in the ground, but there's nothing you can't do to shatter it with the magic of the wind.

"Hmm?"

……

The ten captains and the other man on the horse looked at each other in confusion.

"I can't help it, you dried meat, split it up on this boy"

The captain, who named him Cassani, ordered his men to do so, and then turned to Ishur and said:

"When you're down, let me know what you saw last night."

When Ishur received the dried meat from the young knights of the Knights, and sat down on the spot to begin eating, Cassani also stepped off the horse, handed the reins to the other knights and sat with a horse in front of Ishur.

……

Ishur cooked the hard meat in the day, chewing it munchies, and glanced at Cassani's face, who had grown a shorter moustache. He's about thirty or so years old, and he feels used to it.

... You're totally suspicious of me. I guess that's natural, but I can still like the fact that it simply doesn't come out high pressure.

If you are also captain of the Knights of Aristocracy, you don't even put it on your teeth, such as an anonymous young bounty hunter. It is Othi who is captured and taken to the castle without saying whether or not.

But naturally, I don't accept that. Then it would probably be a rough thing, so it would also help if you were someone you could talk to.

I'm tired now. I want to avoid any trouble.

"... so where were you last night? What 'd you see?

When Ishur finished eating meat and put his mouth on a small wooden water bottle that hung on his hips, Cassani, who remained seated opposite him, asked questions as quickly as he could not wait.

The eyes of the ten captains looked mixed with the seriousness itself, no serious enough to say.

"Any damage done to the neighboring villages?

Ishur, on the contrary, asked back what he was concerned about.

"No. That was okay. But they're all scared."

Cassani said, "All the inhabitants of this neighborhood are evacuated to Maudeo, where the Baron of Ortland lives. I still haven't gotten to the modeo, and some of them are on their way," he continued.

"It was yesterday today. The people still don't know what happened to yesterday's anomaly."

The eyes of the ten captains are narrowed.

"Look, you know what I mean? He's dead. There will be no more horrible natural mutations."

Ishur looked at the Red Emperor Ryu for a moment and said with a faint smile to deceive him.

"The one?"

To the captain raising his suspicious voice, Ishur answered briefly.

It's the Red Emperor Dragon.

O Womeo, the God of the earth, if you will, give me the Spirit of the earth, and proclaim it in this long world.

From the meadows that sandwich one hill, the noise of their, human horses echoes. Yesterday's fatigue is still there.

But not if I'm talking about four or five.

I'm really sick of it. Trouble again. But it's a waste to blow up his carcass or bury him deep in the ground.

The Kingdom of Ladis was just invaded by the United Kingdom last fall.

Enrich this mountain of Red Emperor Dragon treasures evenly with the Holy Kingdom and enrich each other's fighting power. Actually, I don't care about the Holy King's kingdom, but I can't help it because the place where he fell is in the border zone between the two countries, and somewhat closer to the Holy King.

If you get even half of the remaining scales of the Red Emperor Dragon, you can dramatically increase the defense of a Knights, for example. I can also expect enough resistance and defense against magic.

For the depleting kingdom of the Wizard, the presence of scales, teeth, and bones of the Red Emperor Dragon is the Gospel itself that makes up for the power of war.

That, of course, has to do with the peace in the village of Bersch, which is now king territory.

This place takes well between the Kingdom of Ladis and the Kingdom of St. Orst, and beautifully bisects the legacy of this Red Emperor Dragon. If you let it go, it will definitely be a bi-national deal. It could be a war.

The peace of the kingdom, and therefore of the continent, is one of the key requirements for achieving my purpose.

It's war all around. It's a conspiracy. It's a doozy mess. It greatly hinders the last divine magic fixture, the search for water magic fixtures.

... To do this, it's a spiritual summons.

Neither the surrounding conditions nor their own are far from ideal, but there is no choice here.

Since then, Cassani, the ten captains, hastily put out a use for the Baron of Ortland.

If you look at the body of something as huge as a mountain, like a dragon demon, you say that the identity of last night's great anomaly is the Red Emperor Dragon.

Anyone will think that the carcass is the Red Emperor Dragon. Naturally, the scales and fangs left there are also substitutes for the value thousand gold.

Why did the Red Emperor Dragon die? That hasn't bothered the Cassani people yet. No, it doesn't seem to bother me that much. Thoughts stopped at the shock in front of me, but whatever the seriousness of the matter, I had to rush to the Baron, secure the Red Emperor Dragon's remains, and take action.

They must have touched the wrath of God for some reason the Red Emperor Dragon. So I guess it was destroyed - only to a certain extent.

There can be no other existence to kill that one. I can't help it because that would be common sense.

When Cassani put out his use to the Lord (or Sagittarius), he placed a few outposts around the carcass of the Red Emperor Dragon. And now he seems to care about the trends in the Kingdom of Ladis by looking definitely towards the northern border.

Of course I care. I'm me, I want to put down a "sentry”.

So he forced himself to summon the Spirit of the earth for the first time.

Familiar, cast a self-streaming recall spell and turn your consciousness to the underground, heavenly earthly otherworlds ahead.

The magical spread of the soaring earth beneath your feet. When it concentrated on the front, a point on the ground a little further away, there was no sound and a much more human-shaped mass of soil flourished.

A small, childlike soil gimme stands upright. It's a little spirit, far from a huge, powerful golem, with no flashy magical brilliance.

The mud doll wobbled slightly, her hair grew and her eyes and nose appeared.

"Whew..."

Ishur was small, but groaned.

Because its appearance was very similar to that of the inorganic human shapes (hives) that Malefiore had shown several times.

Hair stretched to the neck, understated nose in eyes without eyes. The body of a child about seven or eight years old draws a gentle curve with little irregularity and disappears beneath the ground.

I don't know if it's a boy or a girl.

... Watashinonaha, in the presence of Roku. Yorosik, Tsesama.

And there came a voice in my heart that didn't belong to people.

Nor does this sound like a man or a woman, something that makes a distinction. But it could be a girl because it sounded like the name "Ronnica," and "eagle."

But Ronnica Niniera can remember. It's a short name.

Because I was more tired or couldn't summon the Great Spirit class? But the earthly magic I felt when I summoned this Spirit was quite something.

"But the wand."

I knew it was weird, right?

... n? Doushimashitaka?

"No, it's nothing."

Ishur smiled slightly weak and shook her neck to the side.

"There's the Red Emperor Dragon carcass over there. His scales and fangs are worth a lot. I don't want the others to take it. Ronnica will keep an eye on you."

Ishur went on to give me detailed instructions when some strong one came after me, threatening the one who approached me, but not killing me, etc.

...... uketamawarimashita, tsesama.

Ronnica, a small, childlike figure, disappeared to the ground when she said so.

"Mmm."

... That's pretty good, Ronnica.

Shortly after her disappearance, Ishur smiled as she felt the magic of the slightly stretched earth in the ground around the carcass of the Red Emperor Dragon.

The first earthly spirits to summon seemed to possess considerable strength, not by appearance.

Even though the magic flowing through the foothills was weak, the quality, sharpness and depth of it was obviously felt at the same time.

"Speaking of which, who are you? A bounty hunter, a hunter?... right."

Cassani, who stared firmly at the northern meadow, where the river was flowing and slightly descending, came again by Ishur and said:

"You're not the one to name it, are you, the one to ask?

By now the ten captains of the Baron's family finally seemed to think of the anomaly of one young man, like a stranger's boy, why he was here. I'm finally getting around to that.

Around here lies the border with the Kingdom of Ladis to the north, and the woods leading from the mountains to the east, with no big cities or streets nearby, a despicable countryside. Unless there's even a big demon out there, you won't even see the hunters.

"A somewhat suspicious sign earlier, did you call the Spirit? You're a wizard bounty hunter."

Cassani seems to have somehow sensed if he was a good prospect or if Isul summoned the earthen spirits, Ronnica, behind his back.

"The wizard... I was around Gudar, and I saw those amazing lights in the mountains to the east. That's the mouth that came this way"

Cassani's mouthfeel softened a little. He decided Ishur was the wizard of his own accord, and he didn't think he was the one to listen to his tedious mouth.

Gudar and I are from here to the west, a city near the border with the Kingdom of Ladis.

"Gudar, isn't it a little far?

Ishur said at, slightly sarcastically distorting the corner of his mouth.

"No, if you're a wizard of great wind, get on the wand and empty... you don't have a magic wand"

"Wind, …? Not bad."

... Not a bad idea. Certainly.

"Again, you, the Wizard of the Wind? You're still young, but rare."

The words of the ten captains were eventually small, interrupted by trying to whine.

"Ah, you. I knew you'd give me a name.

Cassani said in a short breath that he would no longer tolerate, the wind he said.

Weren't you dull in your thoughts about the anomalies that have been going on since last night, or strangely decided that there were people right next to that Red Emperor Dragon carcass in the first place, in the morning, etc.

"In a few moments, the Knights Commander or the Baron himself will come. If you do, you won't have to be nameless."

"Well, I guess so"

Ishur smiled bitterly, keeping his hands up and pushing the captain as he spurned and looked at him.

... that's settled, too. I don't know what kind of thing the Baron is, but in some cases he may be detained, threatened and "tell me everything you know," or even tortured.

It's a total hassle, but you can't leave here. We cannot let the Holy King monopolize the remains of the Red Emperor Dragon. The continent's power balance could fall apart. Naturally, the carcasses of the Red Emperor Dragon must be taken between the two countries and it must also be avoided that it will be a war.

We will have to settle for a while between the lords of the two neighbouring countries. Cleanly bisect the carcass of the Red Emperor Dragon, as this one thinks.

... If there's one that doesn't listen, hold it down with “force”. Make them listen.

……

"Oh, no."

Cassani stretched his face out to Ishur, who had a thin, gruesome grin.

"It's Ishl. My name is Ishr. Nice to meet you, Captain Ten."

"Oh, oh... that's the name Ishur, you've heard it somewhere..."

and from the edge of a huge mountain a short distance away there, around the base of the red emperor dragon's carcass, screamed several men.

Sounds like a quiet meadow, the crying voices of men. It sounds strangely pitiful.

...... tsesama.

Ronnica reports that the knights approached the Red Emperor Dragon and tried to touch the scale.

She? s message from doesn't make everything a clear word. Intermittently, her feelings and what she thinks are communicated directly, to touch her heart.

All the spirits I have summoned so far, were of complete human form. But the spirits of the earth that I summoned for the first time are not fully human.

... then I'm not sure what it is.

"Whoa."

Cassani surprises him and sees him screaming.

"Don't kill me."

Ishur groans in his mouth toward Ronnica and walks toward the sobbing men.

"This is..."

As we approached, on one side, just beside the scales of the Red Emperor Dragon, whose surface burned black, there were three knights standing with their feet covered in rocks.

From the same black-burned ground, grey stones piled up with their faces, stiffening the men's legs to around their knees.

"Ugh."

"Ha, captain. Please help!

The men have turned their faces bright blue and asked Cassani for help.

"Ronnica."

Ishur groans briefly next to Cassani, who solidifies.

"Huh?"

"Whoa."

The reply of the earthly Spirit comes through. At the same time, the rock that was covering the men's feet smashed fine like dust and was sucked into the ground.

"This big pile of treasure is letting the Spirit I summoned watch over it. Stay away from me."

Ishur looked around at Cassani and the knightly men and said:

"I killed this guy. This is mine."

The knights all opened their eyes, opened their mouths slightly, and looked at Ishur.

A slight wind from the south crosses the meadow.

There was a moment, and Cassani said with a stiff face.

Her voice was fine and she was trembling.

"Ah, your name. Speaking of which, I remember, when I said Ishr..."

"Yeah?"

At the same time as the wind touches my cheeks, the sounds of the ground echo from my feet.

Ishur looked far ahead at the streak of the southern hills.

Cassani and the others follow to turn their gaze south.

Soon the sun tilted and the meadows were stained with burning golden colours.

In it, a flag of fat flies.

Horizontal stripes, cups and bird paintings on a quadripartite shield, and even tang grass on both sides.

Eventually, the pattern was clearly visible.

"Oh, it's Baron."

"Scarpa, you made it."

The knights gave a small cheer.

The flag across the hill now follows dozens of horseback riding and more than a hundred spear soldiers, coming straight through the meadows burning in the sunset.

... are you here?

You were quicker in the Holy Kingdom.

Ishur sighed slightly opposite, looking sideways at the north side.

Still on the Radis Kingdom side, I can't see any movement.

The bragging of the human horse turns the meadow, which was quiet, into a different place.

"That's a lot faster."

"It's been a fuss since around sundown yesterday. By the time we left the castle, we were all gathered."

Cassani replied to Ishur, who muttered to no one.

"Hmm."

... These guys are the scourge of the Baron family. Maybe as much as I left the castle at dawn today.

At that time, the knights and the small lords gathered, and the soldiers were mobilized. By the time Cassani had informed the castle, the baron himself had already left the castle.

Eventually, the Army of the Baron of Ortland deployed some horseback riding and foot soldiers in lateral formation, as opposed to the remains of the Red Emperor Ryu.

Baron Scarpa Ortland's personality and close-knit samurai, about ten horseback rides, approached the Ishurs who were on the western side of the Red Emperor Dragon.

"Thank you, Cassani. Who's there?

The baron spoke to the ten captains from the horse.

It's quite a majestic look that made that jawed, carded King picture face a little younger.

The voice is also a calm baritone and weighs in there.

... Best of all, this guy didn't go to the Red Emperor Dragon first, he came to me. No, I came to hear the captain's report on the scouts.

"Ha ha, Baron"

Cassani, who was lowering his back, raised his face.

The captain arrived on the ground and briefed the baron on a series of events, including his contact with Ishur.

"Well, are you calling the remains of the Red Emperor Dragon that this man is?"

Ortland looks down at Ishl on the side. In those eyes, there's this mixed color of curiosity and curiosity that I've seen so much I don't like.

"Ha, this boy said he shot the Red Emperor Dragon himself..."

"Ho."

The baron turned his face back as he turned away from Ishur, and smiled when he saw those with him.

"Ha ha."

"That's amazing."

Some of those laughed at by the baron overreacted and laughed out loud.

……

Ishl did not change his expression in particular, either, but overdid their mockery and observed those who were behind Ortland.

... seven knights wearing iron torso armor or caged hands. Everyone below the Baron, he's not wearing a helmet. There are three others in plain clothes with capes. The two are probably clerks, those who supply troops and make compromises with other lords. The last one is an old man with his right hand stuck inside his cape and hidden away. This guy isn't the only one laughing at what he's holding inside.

This man would be a magician serving the Baron's house. You can see I use magic. Or I'm letting the Red Emperor dragon's remains be watched, I'm aware of Ronnica's presence...

"Knock."

When Ishur looked at the magician and grinned lightly, the man moaned small and from the cloak's eye protruded a stick of jewellery on his head.

At the same time, two fireballs appear over the head of the Mage. No chanting.

and the blue flame flashed for a moment next to it, running horizontally. Fire balls are broken up and down and disappear without sound.

Ishur used the magic of fire sparingly. No, it's not enough to call it magic. I didn't even use enough force to blink the eye lid.

"Hih, blue flame..."

The demon conductor reacted as per the model.

When he panicked to get off his horse, he ran over to Ishl and began to beg for his life by falling on his knees and drooling his head (Kobe).

"Forgive us for this disrespect, O Wizard."

And he looked back at the baron on the horse, and said in a nervous voice.

"Master Scarpa, I'd like to offer you my deepest sympathy."

"Mmm."

Ortland lowered his horse when he looked at him, and stood before Ishl and confessed.

"No, this time my immorality. If your lord offends you, I apologize."

The others also bowed their heads to Ishur as they descended their horses.

"I don't care more, I just want to avoid trouble"

"Ooh, thank you!

A magician using the magic of fire made me thank you for exaggerating.

He knew exactly what Ishur meant by "troublesome".

It seems that the magical guide of the Baron family saw one of the magical scales of the fire that Ishur had made, and he had an approximate idea of how much power it had.

... I guess the blue flame is special. Blue flames are basically hot because of the difference in the amount of oxygen burned or because of the color temperature. Such a scientific concept is not common in this world, and even if anyone knew the special nature of blue flames, there should be few wizards capable of producing so many hot flames.

"... so, according to Cassani, your lord named Ishur,"

Ortland asks Ishl a question with a hard look.

"If it was that windsword, Ishr Bersch, I would have heard that he was still in Balstal or staying in Ladislaus..., how about it"

... Well, I guess that's the place. This is the holy kingdom of Orst, and the king's capital is quite far from Balstal, of course, so it would be natural to be oblivious to my news.

"Well, there's a lot going on. I flew all the way here last night because of him, and I fought him."

Ishur glanced at the huge red and black hill, the red emperor dragon turned into a mountain, and said.

... It was not so widely known that the Red Emperor Dragon had the magic fixture of fire. I don't need to talk about it.

"I see. So, your lord claims that those Red Emperor dragon scales and fangs are his..."

The baron said with an even stiffer expression, pulling him.

"Well, yes..."

"Also, if!

So suddenly, a demon conductor, who was retreating behind the baron, shouted.

"In the sword of the wind god that last night, the flash that tore the night sky in two was no way, that it turned Malefiore into two in the cathedral?

Did you see that one? Then it's quick...... and anyone would have seen it if they looked up in the sky.

"Oh, right. Uh, so..."

"Right!

"That's amazing."

"That's the cathedral..."

And, below the Baron, everyone raised their exclamation.

When confronted with Bionato in the Cathedral, there was no stranger, especially within the Holy King, because the Cathedral Church promoted the case of the wind god descending and Ishur waving the sword of the wind to a large extent.

Naturally it was thought that the barons would also have some information regarding Ishl's age and appearance.

"Oh, that's when Malefiore"

Baron Ortland couldn't help but smile, deliberately spreading his hands open to surprise him.

"Well, I am."

Ishur waved his hands and excited, or calmed the upset barons, he went on to say.

"I'm definitely the one who shot that one. So I'm saying that the mountain of treasure belongs to me, and on top of that, by my will, I want to transfer it in a way that separates it nicely between the Kingdom of Ladis and the Holy King."

Ishur went on to explain that just about the Red Emperor Dragon fell into the border zone between the two countries, avoiding becoming a useless dispute with each other over its carcass, wanting to be equally divided and calm, claiming to be his own possession for this purpose and seeking to preserve the Red Emperor Dragon's carcass, in no way to make money, etc.

"Hmm, is that what you mean"

Ortland glanced north for a moment, grabbing his own jawbeard and thinking, toward the Kingdom of Ladis.

From that face, the grin that drew had already disappeared. There was a year-to-year, identity-worthy, thoughtful look on his face.

By night it happened that it began to rain softly.

...... tsesama, ame.

On the side Ronnica shows up to grow from the ground and speaks in Ishur's heart with a gentle voice.

"When will we stop? This rain."

... mouskoshi?

Ronnica says she's cute, has a neck and doesn't feel confident.

...... Conoameja, Tsuesamaga, Dimahou, Tskattakarafutel......

"No, that would be the Red Emperor Dragon and countless Fire Dragons, wouldn't it?

They raised the temperature of the atmosphere around here all at once.

...... tse samano, diryusei uga, gen in.

"Oh, that one"

Speaking of which, during the day, the eastern mountains were cloudier and poorer in sight, but surely the Red Emperor Dragon's advance may not be the only cause.

"Well, go to sleep. Nice to meet you, Ronnica."

...... Hi, Tsesama.

Ronnica vanished to dissolve into the dark, sunken ground as she lowered her hips towards Ishur for a moment.

……

Ishur squeezed his arms around the back of his neck and closed his eyes as he stretched out his hands and legs.

A little rain sounds like it tickles my ears.

Even in the early summer season, it's supposed to be pretty cold around here at night, but I don't feel any cold.

... The Red Emperor Dragon's fever may still be just a little left.

Ishur decided to spend the night inside the torso of the Red Emperor Dragon, which was broken into two pieces.

The Barons and Knights of Ortland rented up the livestock farmers that were on the south side, and the soldiers were to stretch out and camp on the spot the tent that the heavy had arrived in the middle of the night.

Regardless, the Baron seemed convinced that the boy with that windy magic fixture, the useful actor who abolished Bionato and pushed Salomon to the new king, was sure in person. And while I have strongly recommended staying with the rented farmers, Ishur has insisted and decided to spend the night where it seems safer.

I trusted Ortland, whom I had just met, and I still felt a little discouraged from keeping myself. I can't say there's no danger. I have no allies here but Ronnica. Fatigue has not resolved either. Even if it's just for one night, I don't know what's gonna happen.

Spending the night in the "middle” of the Red Emperor Dragon's carcass didn't even feel creepy, but it was too huge to seem like a creature, demonic corpse, which prevailed. That was the feeling.

The perimeter is safe because we are letting Ronnica keep an eye on us, and the skeletons and scales of the remaining Red Emperor dragons, if put into its shadow, rained enough windstorms.

... although the burnt smell has not disappeared yet.

But I didn't know I was going to spend the night alone lurking in your carcass like this.

What the hell, what irony?

Totally,... I never imagined it.

Ishur looked over his head and saw the giant bones of the Red Emperor dragon stretching out to tear apart the night sky.

Beyond that black shadow, in the distance, a slightly glowing rain cloud was slowly moving west.

...... tsesama, tsesama.

Adorable, I hear children.

When I woke up from sleep, there was a girl's spirit, probably made of sand, right in front of me.

"Morning, Ronnica"

Ishur poked his hands up and stretched as he stretched out.

No rain noise. The sky is still slight, and the darkness remains.

The sound of the birds, the sound of the bugs, do nothing. It's an unusually quiet morning.

... but.

"It's a soldier horse move."

...... Hi, Tsesama.

Ronnica nodded as Ishur shrugged, pointing her face towards the northwest.

In the direction of the Kingdom of Ladis.

"Are you here?"

Ishur stepped up and went out of the cavity of the Red Emperor Dragon, the abdominal cavity.

I see a slight tension in the thin cloudy sky. It's not just the signs that come through the ground.

Eyes gaze at the tip of the meadow, where the trees scatter.

"Flag again."

A huge flag looks lovely in the morning.

... You're quite there.

Not at the Ortland Army. The Kingdom of Ladis is a thousand units. I don't know where the lord is, but last night, he must have sent out scouts all the way around here.

I didn't realize. Did you use a hand-worked hunter?

and I was able to read the pattern of the flag while I was thinking hard.

Thousands of horseback riding and infantry troops combined.

The flag is a shield supported from both sides by a lion on the blue ground. The pattern of the shield is the same as that of the Baron of Ortland, divided into four parts.

"This is... All of a sudden the big guy came."

The crest was something that Ishur had also seen.

The military flag that flies through the northern meadows belonged to the Count Kubade family, which defends the castle fortified city of Nothol, the southern defense of the Kingdom of Ladis (Nakame).

"La, the Royal Radice Army is here..."

When soldiers from the Baron of Ortland family, who were nearby, murmured with trembling voices, they ran toward the main unit, which was forming in the rear.

The armies of the Earls of Kubade began to deploy their troops to the front of the grasslands where Ishur stood, to the slightly undulating hills, from northeast to southwest, rather than to the crane wings.

As countless long spears spreading across the forest, it was quite powerful. The hustle and bustle of a soldier horse covering the area clearly belongs to a large unit.

... Without a doubt, there are five thousand. When it comes to combat, is Quvaid motivated or something? Or did you simply mobilize a large force to advance in your favor, in anticipation of being negotiated with the Holy Kingdom?

But that doesn't make any sense if I'm gonna be in the middle of something.

Eventually, the Count Army finished the formation and has obviously turned a few horseback rides toward Ishur himself, not towards the remains of the Red Emperor Dragon.

There were knights who seemed to be of high stature in the center, wizards in capes on the left and right, one in the rear, large soldiers with large battle axes (Battle Axes) on their shoulders and following on foot.

……

Ishur looked at it and unwittingly distorted the end of his mouth.

Rather than being a lord, he doesn't even look like the face of a pleasure district, the boss of a mafia.

From behind it sounded the sound of horseshoes, and a row came the Baron of Ortland.

"Suddenly, Quvado came out"

Baron from the horse, groaning.

"If we go to war with that, we won't have one."

Then as the baron looked back at the knights behind him, one returned the horse and ran out to the south.

Perhaps even to the neighboring lords, I'll go ask for reinforcements.

"Good Morning"

Ishur smiled softly consciously and looked up at Ortland.

"Rest assured. I won't let you do that."

"Oh, oh."

The baron restlessly shook his head wide and nodded several times.

Eventually a knight who was able to obey the Warrior of the Magic Master and the Warrior of the Axe of War came all the way before Ishl and the Baron of Ortland.

The knight who seemed to be of high stature was still Lordo Kubade, the Count himself.

"Hmm."

Count Kubeid looked around at the Ishurs on horseback, slightly sidelined by the carcass of the Red Emperor Dragon, shrugging his shoulders and solitary.

... This is...

Ishur stared at Quvade silently and facelessly.

The Earl of Nostal is quite the strong side.

The appearance was certainly something that more closely matched the face of the city than the aristocracy.

Did you just say that your age is magnificent and old? About sixty years ago, I guess. Sunburned, or liquor-baked, with gray hair, moustaches, and lower eyelids hanging heavily on her red and black face.

It looked unhealthy but also felt bent, a seeping look of sophistication.

"Your lord is Lord Ishr, isn't he?

The Count's voice was a squeamish, hard to hear bass, as he imagined it to be.

As Ishur nodded silently, he lowered his horse and placed his right hand on his chest, bowing his head deeply.

"In Balstal you have saved the kingdom, and I thank you also from me.... and then my nephew, Bunois, got into trouble too"

"Oh."

Ishur nodded and grinned softly.

... Bunois Kubeid, a famous castle builder, was this man's nephew, who lent a hand at the Jeremiah's Library.

"It's Balstal now, and you're in command of the castle, aren't you?

"Uhm."

The Earl nodded bitterly to his satisfaction.

"So."

And besides, I saw the carcass of a giant red emperor dragon like a mountain again.

"It is not only our kingdom, but also your lord, who is a hero to the house of the Holy King today, that we remain here..."

"Yes."

Ishur also turned up his grin and looked at the Red Emperor Ryu.

... the same goes for Ortland, but appropriately smart people are quick and helpful to talk to.

Well, that's who I am, so I guess they're entrusting me with the border zone.

Ishur explained to the Earl of Quvade yesterday the same content as he had told the Baron of Ortland on the side of the Holy King.

Distribute the carcasses of the Red Emperor Dragon, Treasure Mountain evenly in both countries. It means that they themselves will be witnesses, partitions in the presence of each other, and that they will not be allowed to contend in any way with each other about the use of force, nor will they leave any remorse behind.

That's for both countries, and it's for itself. We're going to have to look for water magic gear, but we still have no idea where we're going and what we're going to do.

We absolutely had to avoid unnecessary waves on the continent and get caught up in it, to name a few.

"That's what Lord Ishur says..."

At the end of Ishur's explanation, Count Kubeid slightly distorted his mouth and said Ortland sideways.

"Your Highness, who destroyed the Red Emperor Dragon, is a resident of the village of Bersch in our kingdom. If so, isn't it ours?"

"Hey, what are you saying?"

Now Ortland seemed upset and told me to stand up.

"That place where the Red Emperor Dragon fell is clearly our territory, the territory of the Holy King. Unfortunately for Lord Kubade, we have ownership of that."

……

"Knock."

Ahead of Ishur, Kubade and Ortland stare silently at each other.

... dude. Kuvado, you started fast......

Ishur exhaled small, putting his hands together in front of his chest.

It could be a favorable condition on the part of the Kingdom of Ladis, stirring up Ortland and watching my reaction.

It's nothing to me, like the strength of both armies right now. I'm certainly the one who controls this place. I'm the one who decides to own the remains of the Red Emperor Dragon.

"Uh."

So, feeling something brilliant in the southern sky, Ishur turned back.

A little cloud pulls, and a little black shadow approaches the brighter sky.

Who rides the magic wand...

A wind wizard.

Eventually the person is revealed.

"Ishur!"

It plummeted from her first. The magic of the wind doesn't work anymore.

Oh, my God, she let go of her wand in the air. I'm going straight into Isle.

Reach out to the girl.

... even though the magic isn't working.

Ishur screamed.

"Leni!"

Exactly the sunny smile of early summer jumps into my chest.

I tried to wrap it up with both hands and held it tight.

"Ishur, it's been a long time!

She has a cute face for shaving. Nothing has changed.

"I'm surprised, I can't believe I see you here"

"Yeah, it's the wind sword, isn't it? 'Cause you saw it from inside me, too."

And Leni looked at the Red Emperor Ryu and said:

"You finally killed that legendary dragon."

"Oh."

So Leni made a little difficult face.

"... and the big meteor rain (metheofall) was also used by Ishl, right?

"Do you know that magic, Leni?"

"Yeah."

That's Leni, right.

Ishur smiled and nodded, trying to peek into her eyes.

... The look on her face when she talks about the sword of the wind doesn't feel unnatural either. When we first met in the Sacred Capital, and the strange discomfort we sometimes felt, it also seemed to have completely disappeared.

"Oh, you know. Who's the wizard lord there?

Talking to both of us, I heard a voice from the side. Ortland looked in trouble.

"Hmm. Shall we discuss this again later? By the way, Lord Ishur, we'll prepare this evening's inn."

"Become, no, that's trouble"

Count Kuvade and the Baron of Ortland also began their arguments.

... does Kubade know that I went wild last night with the Red Emperor Dragon's carcass?

"Hehe."

Leni has turned the grin he drew to Ishl.

Discussions were then held again between Ishur and Kubade and Ortland, and the Count side was to provide a set of tents, bedding, etc. for Ishur's camp, as well as food, groceries, etc.

And a squire to look after Ishur was to be arranged one by one from both factions.

Where they both came from, they initially sent a handsome old woman as a maid of honor, but Ishur firmly refused and asked them both to be men's squire.

Leni and I had lunch afterwards, but she didn't have time to talk slowly, and that evening she told me she was going back to the Paredes of the Territory.

"The Fire Dragon is gone, but the Warcraft in the back of the mountain is coming out a little inside. Ishul uses meteorological rain."

Paredes, in the territory of the Pujer family, was a little over a hundred miles southeast of its current location (scar, about 65 km), and Leni came in a hurry to confirm the scene where the situation had settled a little and to see Ishur.

"Master, are you leaving already? I miss you."

"Already."

When Ishur called Leni a "master," she dyed her cheeks and looked in trouble.

"But either way, I can't stay here long.... I'm sure I'll see you somewhere."

"Oh."

To the unacceptable, nodding Ishur, Leni explained in a whisper.

She says she doesn't really want other nobles to see her face and she doesn't want her name known. That, of course, goes to the House of the Holy King.

Her strength would naturally call you from the Holy King's family as a court magician. Then you will have to take up military service in the Holy City and elsewhere, and you will not be able to stay in the territory for long. Paredes had difficulty keeping Leni away from his hometown for a long time because of the cumbersome presence of the Warcraft.

"I'll be there next time, to Paredes"

"Yeah!"

Leni left that, poor smile on Ishl. In a moment, he left like a wind.

Then a few days.

Both factions began to build fences, dig haughty, and build full-fledged field positions in anticipation of stagnation, saying they could not decide without asking each royal family.

It also escalates after the day, and now brings in wood, cuttingstones, etc. from each other to build an authentic castle, a splendid fortress.

Ishur put out a chair that day in front of the carcass of the Red Emperor Dragon, in front of a hexagonal tent set on the west side, and sat flat with his arms together.

Both Kubade and Ortland are taking a leap to build tough positions.

Whatever instructions come from the royal family, the war will require a stronghold to recover the Red Emperor Dragon's, Treasure Mountain.

... I know how you feel.

Ishur sighed several times today.

Even if Henrik or Salomon decide to go to war, I won't pull it off.

"Hmm?"

And, on the side of the Holy King in the south, I felt some big move.

The surroundings are noisy in the castle. Ishur was delayed in realizing the signs.

Beyond the fortress being built in Ortland, its marutai lined walls, countless flags stood neglectfully, and there were signs of soldier horses making noise.

"Oh, oh."

Ishur stood out of his chair and gazed at its great pageant.

From the slices of the Marutai Wall, a spectacular group of horseback riding squadrons come towards Ishur.

A special flag, with a golden pattern on the white, visible in a well sunny blue sky.

That Baron of Ortland hastily hesitates and exposes himself to ugliness, even when he sees it. Next to that, a man riding a white horse.

He also had the appearance of Mira's two brothers, the nostalgic Ruffizuo and Romeo twins.

Plus Magda Perino and other magicians, the clowns who follow on foot.

"Ishur! Long time no see"

Salomon smiled toward Ishur as he turned his silver cloak and descended magnificently.

Its white teeth, its flowing silver hair, its demonic sliced eyes, all glistening.

… ho, ho.

Ishur was drained of his liver and glanced at his overwhelming presence.

Salomon stays put and walks right in front of me. Luffizuo and Romeo and others refrain behind it. They're smiling, too.

"King, Your Majesty..."

When Ishur makes a pitiful voice,

"Hehe."

Once again, Salomon had a noble, and tender, grin that was likely to be heard even in spectacular sound effects.

"I miss you. Looking good, above all."

"Are you here?"

"Oh, sure. To see you."

Salomon tilts his neck slightly and looks sideways at Ishur.

... I want that flush to stop.

and the color of the sweet Salomon's eyes brings another light.

"Uh, eh?

Ishur looked back, ahead of Salomon's gaze.

... and there, I didn't notice.

About a mile away, I can also see the soldier horses overflowing from the fortress of the Count of Kubade in the north.

From among that group, there are also those who come running on white horses.

"Oh, no way, that's..."

Salomon raised a bright voice.

Isla Marido, a white horse who runs the refreshing and wild. There's a girl on it right before that, screaming something.

"Well, that's Lord Henrik's only daughter."

How did you know that, Salomon seemed amused, whining in a low voice.

"Ishr ~, Ishr ~"

Sounds in the ear, a voice I'm used to hearing.

... That penis is definitely Petra.

The wind sounds, the clouds flow and the sun fills.

Ishur looked up to heaven in dismay.

I looked around at Salomon and Petra on the approaching horse in a face like the end of the world.