Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

The day after Salomon, the young king of the Holy King's kingdom, accepted Ishur's proposal.

Everyone at the second dinner party also meets with ease on the surface. Even with regard to the remains of the Red Emperor Dragon in the suspension proposal, an agreement was reached by evenly distributing them between the two countries, which led to a successful adjournment without delay.

At the end of the meeting, Rusla Niesbard on the side of the Kingdom of Radice and Paola Pierca stopped by Ischl.

"Good for you. Just do as you wish."

……

Ishur accidentally stared at Rusla for not having a sarcastic color in her eyes.

Many bonfires burn around, bright as day. The sound of firewood cracking from all sides sounds uninterrupted.

There are certainly colors in that eye that cannot be overlooked.

Ishur slightly distorted the end of his mouth.

"Isn't that mutual? Instead, you should thank me. This avoids the useless clashes between the two countries."

"Hehe, you're right"

Against Ishur, who went out to fight back, Rusla quickly admitted to losing and pulled back. He's not in a bad mood either. The grin on that face is now real.

Neither the Holy King nor the Kingdom of Ladis are in a situation where they can fight (how much) and so on now. The Solemnity of the Old Kings has not yet been fully completed in the Holy Kingdom. We need to fix the messy national politics a little faster. The Kingdom of Ladis has not yet been able to recover from the damage it suffered as a result of the invasion of the United Kingdom.

"But I'm so glad it didn't matter. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Ischl. You're still young."

Paola is in a good mood to sneer, too. I'm not just drunk on alcohol.

"No, it's not perfect."

... That's not right or anything. That Salomon and Petra are the opponents. Patience is more important than brains, it was just a hassle.

Ishur further distorted the corner of his mouth.

"Don't look like that. Even the Red Emperor dragon had the power to kill him, but it was fine to discuss it in peace."

That's not a big deal. But surely, if I were really a teenager, there might have been occasions when I would have had a short breath and solved it with force.

"So this evening, I reward you for doing a big job."

And, as Paola said, Rusla raised one hand. Then behind them, a squire-like boy, who had refrained a long way away, rushed over and gave them some rolls of paper (scrolling).

"You received a letter a while ago from the Malefioa Crusaders, beginning with Lord Marya. By now, ladies and gentlemen, you'll be on your way from Frontera."

"Oh."

Ishur nodded several times in small pieces and smiled.

... but that's awesome fast. Have you left Frontera behind yet?

"Yes, let's start with Nina."

And Paola said and offered me a smaller roll of paper.

"Oh, thank you"

It hasn't been that long since we broke up, but I'm still glad everyone wrote to me.

Ishur thanked Paola and received Nina's letter.

Opening vertically and looking at the text, Nina-like soft brushstrokes summed up the last few days in a succinct way.

Breaking up locally with the Seguro and Bastol and other parties that remained in Canabal, the Malefioa Crusaders all returned safely to the King's Capital, meaning that although the captain, Frid Randell, and the devil's mentor of the earth, Dimars Benito and the men of the beard, remained in the King's Capital, they were all on their way to Lilina Marido and Evan, Romir with Ishur, to the samurai Celia and Nocta, attached to Rifia and Mira.

It is not written in Nina's letter, but naturally the charka of Mira's covenant spirits, the maid Lucia, will also be with her.

Then it was written that the Red Emperor Dragon had heard in the King's capital the news of the vicious descent again from the great mountains to the people of the east, that if Ishur had preceded him, that we had all gone to the eastern part of the kingdom for now, and that in front of Frontera we had heard and rejoiced at the news of Ishur's destruction of the Red Emperor Dragon. At the end of the day, he said, "Are you hurt? I'm very worried. I'll be there in a minute, so wait," he concluded with gentle, warm words that washed his mind.

"Nina's so sweet."

Said Paola Pierca, who, with Ishur's forgiveness, glanced at Nina's letter.

"You won't have time to rush over here. Write such a polite letter."

"Yeah, that's right"

Ishur also nodded loudly with a bare face.

That's Nina. She's great. Exactly the wizard of water, really healing. My heart seems to wash......

"Well, the next one is Lord Mila Dierard."

and now Rusla has offered rolls of similar size.

"... Hi"

Hey, look at Rusla's face. Receive a letter from Mira.

I have the usual, hidden smile on my mind.... are you hiding something?

And I can't help but care. Right in front of you, she's in a good mood. It's quicker to read it in person.

Ishur spread the roll of paper and turned his eyes to the paper. Lighted by the warm colours of the bonfire, a beautiful brush emerged.

Mira's letter was the exact contents, which included a celebration and praise of the destruction of the Red Emperor Dragon, as well as Ishur's apprehension that he was not injured and his desire to see you soon.

But later in the day, he said, "Now there's one more piece of magic left. Finally, I see the end of my journey through the mysteries of the gods, Ishur and I. The day we pledge our future is just around the corner," Ishur said, leaning back unexpectedly. Those eyes were stunned, and no, they were frightened. They were wide open to see if this was still the case.

"Mmmm..."

Reading Mira's letter to the end, Ishur accidentally wiped the sweat on her forehead. Her letter had ended with "It is time to ask my brothers to proceed with the proceedings".

... Procedures, what?

I've been telling you, I'm not going to have that kind of relationship with anyone until things are over.

Is something starting to happen between them again?

Petra attacked me too...

"I don't know, that sounds tough."

When I look at the voices, Rusla's grin is louder and more reminiscent.

Neighbor Paola Pierca is, on the contrary, erasing all emotions from that laugh.

"Yes, Lord Marya next"

When Ishur glanced at Rusla, he had just offered a letter from Marya.

"Even from Marya?

... is there also a letter from Refia? Has everyone written to me?

Ishur groaned in a weird voice when he saw a letter from Marya.

"Roar."

And he laughed in a low voice, "Come on," he said.

"What's wrong?"

Asked Paola, who had become suspicious, Ishur showed Marya's letter as she spread it out towards her.

It was big there and it just said "tired".

"Oh, that's amazing. Looks like Mr. Marya."

"Are you just a little angry, Lord Marya?"

"To me,... right?

But I can't help it. I think I made the best choice on that occasion. If we hadn't killed the Red Emperor Dragon a little sooner, we would have been devastated, and no, we would have been in such a situation involving the survival of humanity as a whole.

It seems that just one word of beating and writing sounds like Maryah, but it's a serious misconduct on the children of nobility. Rusla must have found Marya angry.

"... then, from Lord Lifia at the end"

Rusla flushed out Ishur's words and gave him the last roll of paper.

From nina to rifia, they're all the same size, same quality paper. Everyone together somewhere, it would have been written at the same time.

"Oh."

... Well, what has she written?

Ishur opened the letter in large part and dropped his eyes on the paper.

Hey, my God...

Ishur was stunned this time and stared at the text with dismay.

And when I wriggled my hands, I began to tremble.

... that guy.

Chills run all over my body, sweating out more than when I was Mira.

"This is too scary..."

Ishur moaned as he tried to squeeze.

I can see the intent to kill in the brush.

"... well"

Paola, who turned beside Ishur and peered from behind, put her hand on her mouth and said:

"What?

For a moment Rusla also turns around behind Ishl, becoming a serious face.

"This is"

I glanced at Rifia's letter, Rusla's low voice.

……

Ishur silently, in an instant, fogged and finely chopped Lifia's letter.

Rusla, as well as Paola, flashed the magic of a bright breeze to fall in love with.

"Yes, do you mind"

Letters from Rifia that disappeared completely. As the awkward air flowed, Rusla asked terribly.

Oh, I don't mind.

Ishur said, loudly and once, when he rang his throat, it reopened.

... It's like an end.

There's just a word in Rifia's letter, in letters as big as Marya's, but in powerful handwriting as dancing,

"Wait."

It only said.

Around noon the next day.

The next day, after a well-folded second dinner party ended and the allocation of the remains of the Red Emperor Dragon was internally decided between the Kingdom of Ladis and the Holy King of Orst, a line of Cathedral Church high priests and others arrived on the ground.

For this important occasion, the Church sent two high priests, Carno Barriole, temple chief of the moon, from the Holy Capital, and Desio Buniel, temple chief of the fire.

The dispatch of both names, who were former righteous and central figures, was a manifestation of the importance the Church attaches to this auspicious matter.

The two high priests, Carno and Desio, as precisely to boast of their prestige, took dozens of sacramental clerics to apprenticeship clerics who were still children, and more than a hundred cleric soldiers, into the ranks of the Holy King's side.

The flashy arrival of the Cathedral Church Red Emperor Dragon Prayer Regiment was also well seen from the tent of Ishur.

When the noise of an irresistible bronze rose and the wavering cheers of the soldiers of the Holy King's Army arose, countless flags with various marks of gold appeared above the walls in white against a clear blue sky.

The flag of the church was a variety of pictorial patterns, such as the sun, the cathedral, the moon and the balance representing the Moon God, and the cup with the flame representing the Fire God, and whenever it hung in a gentle breeze, it seemed to reflect the sunlight sparklingly.

Then, for a while, from the fortress on the side of the Holy King when the yang began to lean, Carno and Desio came to Ishur with Salomon's own guidance.

Next to Ishur was a line of faces on the side of the Kingdom of Ladis, including Petra, and for the first time they were to face the Great Cleric of the Moon and Fire.

Ishur spoke of the reunion greeting, and the people of the kingdoms of Petra exchanged the greeting of first sight with Carno and others, and on several occasions, the battle against the Red Emperor Dragon and the destruction of Malefioa in the underground temple.

Of course, the cathedral, the main mountain of the Cathedral, was also informed that the Red Emperor dragon had led a large number of fire dragons marching from the eastern mountainous areas, and that Ishur had apparently taken over the Red Emperor dragon, but that Ishur had also slaughtered Malefiore in the underground temple in the mountains of Butektas, had not yet been conveyed.

Carno and Desio looked upon the story and praised Ishur for his accomplished feat. The line continued high on the meadows, and the carcasses of the vastly spreading Red Emperor Dragon were quantified.

Desio could tell the priests with him to set up an altar on the corner of the meadow overlooking the carcass. A dinner party to welcome them was also to be held that night, but before doing so Carno told Salomon and Petra somewhat that they would be given the opportunity to speak only with Ishur and the three of us, including Desio.

"Now I can finally talk to you without any hesitation."

"Long time no see, Lord Ishur. First of all, she looks fine, most importantly."

Carno and Desio said with a familiar grin to Ishl.

"Thank you.... It's been a really long time"

Ishur also said with his head down when he lowered his face.

A slightly chilled breeze crosses the meadow in the sunset to be given from the west.

Carno and Desio both looked at the west sky with the carcass of the Red Emperor Dragon on their backs and narrowed their eyes to make them feel good.

After the kingdom of Ladis and the men of the Holy King had lifted up to their respective factions, they asked Ishur, "Do you want to rest in the tent", and Carno said on that occasion, to speak before him of the carcasses of the Red Emperor Dragon.

A little east of them, in a slightly exuberant part of the meadow, many apprentice clerics and soldiers have brought in stones and timber, and work has begun on the installation of the altar.

From time to time, I hear their busy voices rising.

"I didn't know you were getting rid of Malefioa."

"It works hard. You will undoubtedly soon be joining the line of saints"

"Huh."

To Desio's reclining words, Ishur deceived and overdid with a smile of creation.

... Liesei would be after my death. A saint is not a gala, he's not such a fine person, and I really want him to stop, but he won't either when he gets here.

No one like me has ever had the magic of multiple gods and killed a living legendary demon for more than a thousand years. There have been cases of Yveda descending on the cathedral, and there can be no such thing as the cathedral church leaving these unattended.

"Did the Red Emperor Dragon still have the magic of fire?

Carno speaks deliberately against Desio or in a softer tone at all times.

"Yes."

"If you're Malefiore, you're still..."

"Yep. I got some dirt magic equipment too"

"Hehe."

"Excellent"

Carno laughed vaguely low and Desio leaked an exclamation.

"All you have to do is magic the water."

"... yes"

Ishur sharpened her gaze and let the two snort slowly.

"You both don't know where the water magic equipment is, do you?

"Uhm."

"There is no definite record or inheritance of water magic equipment"

Both Carno and Desio answered clearly.

The sun is about to set in the west. Red Yang illuminates the three men standing on the meadow.

……

Ishur squeezed his hand down his chin as he breathed small.

... Desio says that no one in the Cathedral Church knows where the magic of water is. No one has ever known in the past.

"But..."

When Carno saw the sunset and wandered slightly, he said, slightly clutching his face.

"You will soon have the magic of water in your hands."

That was a quiet voice, but it was just a stiff and heavy tension when it came to softness.

Carno, as the prophet, proclaimed the declaration.

"The will of God invites you."

"If we get here already, we can't just be the result of Lord Ishur's wisdom and hard work, or the gift of chance."

Decio also supported Carno's words.

The two believe that they have heard from mankind or that Ishur will pray to the gods for the resurrection of the people of the village of Bersch with all five magic pieces and the lost family.

So I don't question why Ishur gathers his magic gear and tries to meet the gods. It is only natural that anyone who thinks of their late family and close people as their homeland should be the same. It is never strange to wish for that resurrection.

... but the truth is, it's not. I ask the gods about their will, and depending on their response, they may even be rebelled and fought against...

"Perhaps."

Ishur grinned powerlessly and nodded small.

However, I am certain that I am guided by the gods, especially the Moon God. What you two are saying is half right.

Ishl's floating grin eventually distorted slightly from the edge of his mouth.

"Jerez went on to tear himself apart and create a fire god. The name is Balhel, and the five lines that make up the world..."

Shaking tips in the grass, the carcasses of the Red Emperor Dragon rise like mountains, spreading like ridges of mountains.

On the altar in front of it, the head of the temple of the Lord of Fire (Ozasa), Desio, who has become a new high priest, reads out a good passage of the Fire God in the sacrament of the Cathedral.

Next to him lies Carno, temple chief of the moon, a short distance away, behind which many clerics kneel.

And there were more than ten thousand armies of royal men, nobles and soldiers of the Kingdom of Ladis and the Holy King of Orst, so as to surround them from the rear.

In the blue sky were countless flags of the royals, lords and knights of both armies, and spears erected by spear soldiers were forested.

In the centre, where the armies unfold, in the front, Salomon and Petra, the nobles of both countries stare at Desio, who solidifies in one place and raises prayers.

Of all the faces Petra is the only one who takes out beautiful chairs in sculpture and paint and sits back. Ishur was caught on her right, on Salomon's left, attending a church ritual, the "funeral of the Red Emperor Dragon”.

The Great Ceremony, which the Cathedral Church sends two central high priests to perform with force, began at exactly noon the day after its high priests, Carno Barriole and Desio Buniel, arrived on the ground.

By “funeral," the subject is that Red Emperor Dragon. Decio, a priest, first began praying in the name of the fire god who presided over the fire attributes of the Red Emperor Dragon. I guess that means sealing that soul to the other realm of the Spirit of Fire in the form of offering the Red Emperor Dragon to Balhel as a sacrifice.

... Well, it's only formal, based on the teachings of the Cathedral Church.

"Whatever happens to the Red Emperor Dragon's soul, it's not what I found out."

Ishur muttered in a low voice, not audible to anyone.

Signs of slight swings in the hearts of Lorca and Kraw, the spirits of the wind and earth who are ordered to watch harder than usual, came through.

... I guess they were upset because I was the only one in this world who ever had, touched a thought by a concept from a previous life. It is a world of science without gods and without magic, neither Jerez nor anyone. This sentiment will not be known, even to Klu the Wise. Many people are incapable of thinking about things in a significant departure from worldviews, including cathedral. I can't find a new principle.

Originally, that would only be possible for geniuses who rarely appear in long history, such as Newton and Einstein, for example. Or we have to wait for the advent of great changes in human society like the civil revolution, religious reform or industrial revolution.

All the soldiers of both armies gathered around them concentrate on every word and every step of Desio without making a sound. Sometimes I just hear the rubbing sound of the flashing fabric of the military flag or someone coughing (wrinkles).

The legendary dragon, said to have lived for more than a thousand years, dies, and that is what is buried toward heaven by the Great Cleric of the Church. This may never happen again in the future. I guess all of us realize that, from the king above to the soldier at the end below.

Desio, attracting the attention of all the armies, knelt down on the spot as he chanted a passage of the Bible as one. The altar before it is decorated with bronze cups. Someone, a cleric who refrained behind him, used the magic of fire, or a little magic. A flame rose from the brilliant cup.

Some soldiers raised their voices of admiration, all priests below Carno chanted passages praising the Fire God, and the Red Emperor Dragon funeral, the ritual of sealing, marked the end.

"Well, that separates you."

Salomon, who stood next to him, spoke to Ishur as the armies of the two countries moved to their respective positions and heard speech there from the remaining clerics and nobles.

"All we have to do is decide how to distribute that mountain of treasure..."

He then tilted his neck to the side and shifted his gaze toward Petra.

"Let's leave that to Ruffizuo and Romeo"

"Then the concubine will also leave Rusla and Sir Kubade behind. When Mary and I are reunited, we will return to the King's capital."

Petra responded to Salomon without getting her hair in between and decided on a candidate.

"I'll stay here for a while, too. We have to rendezvous with Rifia and Mira."

... how to distribute the carcasses of the Red Emperor Dragon, that specific arrangement need not bother Salomon or Petra to stand together. I guess that means I'll leave it to those under my command.

"Thanks to you, I was able to obtain a rare treasure, no matter how much I wanted it. I could have been present here. Thank you, Ishr."

Salomon had a rare and honest grin, wiggling at Ishl, bowing his head.

"Yes, no..."

Ishur frightened for once and put his hands on his neck muscles too much.

Salomon has an aura that even the king of the same great kingdom does not have in Henrik. It has nothing to do with your identity, you feel pressure that no one else has.

"I wonder if the temple director of the moon, the temple director of fire, will be on the same path"

Carno and Desio approached the Ishurs, who stood talkin 'on the spot. Salomon saw the two of them and asked them if they would return to the Holy City together.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I will accompany you, but Desio will remain in the land for a while."

Carno met and gave him a slightly meaningful grin.

"Hmm? Do you still have any sacrifices?......"

Carno was followed by Ishur, who also looked reminiscent. Salomon glanced at Ishur and smiled in a surprised voice.

"Ladis and Orst, the distribution of the remains of the Red Emperor dragons in both countries will require the presence of the Great Cleric of Fire of the Cathedral Church"

So Ishur explained to Salomon:

Yesterday, when the three of us spoke with Carno and Desio, Ishur asked the Cathedral Church to become a witness regarding the distribution of the Red Emperor Dragon and to prevent the unnecessary strife between the two countries from recurring.

"Right. Is this your idea? [M]... Fine. Let's admit it."

"I see."

Salomon stared at Ishur on the side, and Petra nodded with a convincing grin.

If the high priests of the Church are to enter in between, even the nobles who represent the royal family must proceed smoothly without waving at each other. Even as a diocesan church, you can get a stronger say in which part of the treasure Red Emperor Dragon you can get.

... and now I'm more certain that I'll be searching for the magic of the water without worrying about my hindsight.

Ishur had a thinly distorted grin on no one.

"You Ishl. Quickly, you stood around well."

"As a church, if both countries don't have to contend uselessly, we don't have to hope."

Desio had a full grin with a momentum that seemed to rub his hands against Petra.

"Hmm."

Salomon turned to Ishur as he pulled up the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Anyway, it's good to see you again, Ishr. It's a good distraction."

And he said, "Whenever you feel comfortable, visit me at my place in the Holy City. You're welcome," he continued, turning his back.

The silver cloak flickered flashly, followed by Magda and the other magicians of the escort, Bishu the chief samurai, who had refrained beside him.

"... Sword Palace"

At that time, I heard Klau in my ear.

Ishur also turned his gaze to the north.

... equine.

As Lorca's voice echoed in her heart, Ishur also clearly captured the movements of multiple horseback rides.

The number of horses is about ten, marching this way beyond the fortifications of the Kingdom of Radice.

"Oh, looks like the Maryas have arrived."

Petra was also informed by Uluomira, or she said by listening to her neck and twitching her ears.

The surrounding sights are lined up in countless formations and filled with troops from both countries returning to their own ranks.

From beyond the hustle and bustle of soldiers screaming, rubbing armor, and horseshoes echoing in the meadows, it is not possible for a normal human to perceive signs of approaching horseback riding of about ten rides.

"Are you here?"

... You must be angry, especially with Refia.

Their letters delivered to Ishur the other day, Nina and Marya, and those from Mira, seemed particularly indifferent, but the letter from Rifia was clearly, on its face, anger being hit. That was just "wait" and not considered a very educated aristocratic written letter, it was abusive.

"Hmm, I feel it. Of anger. The twist of a man's heart."

Along with that dialogue (the temples), a thin rash and Uromira appeared over Petra's head. Its righteous side stared at the approaching of horseback riding, with a rather harsh look on his face.

... Does Uluomira even know that?

Ishur turned his face bright blue and stared at the tip of Uromira's gaze, his throat pounding.

"Ma, what. My concubine will do something about it."

and petra says something comforting.

"Oh."

Ishur was moved, holding her hand tight with both hands.

……

When he felt someone's gaze and turned to his face, Salomon, who was about to leave the spot, stopped and looked at Ishur over his shoulder.

"Good luck, then. Not yet, my friend."

Salomon said so when he and Ishur met each other and looked forward, saying goodbye or raising one hand.

"Oh, you know, you don't meet Mira"

And when Ishul called out, Salomon waved his raised hand from left to right, and did not turn, but took him with him, and went away toward his fortress. Carno also turned his emotion-extinguished smile to Ishl, waving away silently.

Those who remain on the side of the Holy King will continue to negotiate with the side of the Kingdom of Ladis, only the twins of the Dukes of Ruffizio and Romeo and the Baron of Ortland, the neighboring lords.

Mira's brother's twins are a little far apart, whispering, "It's time to meet Mira," "Hmm, it's been a long time," etc.

"That attitude of Lord Salomon.... You ran away."

I heard Petra whining softly from the side to Ishl.

... and so is Carno. That guy escaped, too.

Ishur almost cried.

On the edge of my vision, I see Desio smiling bitterly.

Soldiers, husbands and clerics of both armies are moving in rows across from each other.

The sun is in Jomtien, illuminating the bustling meadows.

Eventually the multiplicity broke apart, and those who went out with Ishur to crusade against Malefioa appeared. They all rode and ran towards Ishur.

There are certainly ten horseback rides climbing up slopes that are slightly downward sloping.

In the middle, running the lead is Lilina Marido, a lady knight who glorifies her blonde hair. On its left and right, Mira and Rifia's two horsemen exude even more overwhelming brilliance. Sharka manipulates horses more skillfully than humans, Evan with Marya in front and Nina running refreshingly next to him. Behind them were Mira and Rifia, Romir, who served as Ishur's squire, Ceria and Nocta, and Lucia, Mira's exclusive maid and escort of the Dielard family.

"Ishl."

"Ishle!

I hear Romir's slightly prolonged voice, Mira's impatient cry.

"Oh, Marya."

"Mira ~"

On Ishur's side, Petra's voice was heard right from the side and Ruffizuo and Romeo's screaming from the rear a little further away.

……

Ishur gazed at the look on Rifia's face, who had sent a letter of fear.

... a slightly temperamental, upbeat face with a smile spilling.

"How about that?"

You can't have that face. Danger.... he might do something.

Quickly through my mind, Lorca and Kraw have been conveyed to react, but now one is weak and not nervous enough. Is it because Rifia hasn't provoked any real killings?

"Still sucks. He doesn't have to be serious, he's dangerous enough."

Ishl whines in his mouth, but Lorca and Kraw, as always, don't respond.

I can't make it anymore. Let's give up. Let's try to step on this place somehow. I can't help running away...

After coming to the front about ten long steps (skull, 6-7 m), Lilina and Mira's horse became fiercely hissing (nasty) bars.

Horse body stretching out to the high raised forefoot, a red dress dancing from its shadow and Mira popping out.

"Ishle!

He hits Ishl with a high voice.

"Ugh."

Her curly hair that tickles her skin, sweet smell. Her weight felt on both arms.

"Good for you! No injuries.... I missed you"

Words that don't connect. Words of relief. Nina's words from side to side there.

"Mr. Ishl."

She brings her face closer from the side.

"Oh, oh."

Before Petra, Lilina says something on her knees.

Marya, who had Evan put him down, pushes up the magic wand, and then walks in.

Something squeaky, seems blurry.

"Ishl. ~"

And, as one day, from the other side of Nina, Romir stuck to her thighs.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Worry about it."

... I didn't contact you, sorry.

Just behind my nose, I get a damp voice.

"Ishl."

Finally, there was the voice of Rifia.

Riffia stood over Mira's shoulder.

Silver hair dazzles the sun. Smelly, her smile.

"It's like that mountain."

Blue eyes look far behind, towards the Red Emperor Dragon.

"Finally, you killed the Red Emperor Dragon."

"Oh, yeah"

Hmm? That horrible feeling, where did the killing go?

... Why, why not.

This face of Refia. Somewhere once, I'm looking forward......

"Ishur, you've finally finished the Red Emperor Dragon. We need to get in touch."

"Good job, Mr. Ischl. Is there anything wrong?"

"That's great, Ishr."

"Ishl. ~"

... a lot of voices make me look like Refia.

Ishur has lost sight of the suspicion she had with Rifia in the joy of reuniting with everyone.

... I'm crying. Are you crying?

Someone talks to me. Dim, I hear voices from the back of Kasumi.

Soft, a child's voice.

"Lorca?

Ishur awoke into the darkness and woke his body out of the improvised bed.

... I'm calling the wand.

"No way."

Ishur turned hard and stepped out of bed.

It's dark around here. We still have time until morning.

From beyond the canvas dripping in front of me, I hear the gentle sleep of my squire Romir.

Since then, the merging Maryas and Petra, as well as Mira's brothers Ruffizuo and Romeo, have joined us for dinner. The Marefore crusade, the battle between Red Emperor Ryu and Ishur, and several repeated stories were also greatly enlivened by the addition of new facial rashes, making it a lively dinner.

Both Mira's twin brothers, Petra and Marya, spoke as if they were friends of the old knowledge, without abomination, and enjoyed their time.

After drinking and making a scene late at night, they returned to each other's camp.

In the middle of the fortifications to be built by both countries, on the western side of the carcass of the Red Emperor Dragon, the tent of Ishur was to be replaced by Radek and Gino, who until now had been packed as squire, with Romir on his side again.

Ishur went out quietly without making a sound to keep him awake.

"Lorca"

A slight leaf rubbing sound as the night breeze crosses the meadow.

The sound of bugs ringing in the distance.

Ishur called Lorca with a low voice, but she wouldn't show up.

……

But Lorca has not spoken to Ishl, she has just told him her place with all her heart.

She is in position, surrounded by the remains of the Red Emperor Dragon.

... what you're looking for, there you are.

Ishur circled behind the tent and stepped out in front of the torso of the huge mountain - the Red Emperor Dragon - illuminated by the moonlight.

On the mountain, there were shadows on the carcasses of giant dragons.

Long hair glows slightly silver in the moonlight. There is a girl in the thin, gloomy night sky, standing on her knees, stretching her hands out to heaven.

Sobbing voice. Words of remorse and sorrow.

Both hands are lowered to cover their faces. Trembling shoulders.

I'm creeping up on the girl, big stuff.

My whole body, it blows my mind, it breaks.

"Refia!

Ishur was short and flew through the sky when he shouted like a beast.

When I stepped down to the mourning girl, I hugged her full of strength.

The girl flipped her silver shining hair and jumped into the boy's chest.

"Duh, why..."

The girl cried with Ishur's chest for a long time.

"Refia......"

I can't speak clearly. I don't know what to say. But I knew how this girl felt so painfully.

He once left the one who fought the Red Emperor Dragon in Kusim and helped her in that mountain of death. The next day, I brought her back at her request.

In the sunset, she exposed the bitterness of losing many of her horses.

... right. It's the same. Refia is just like me.

The remorse attached to her breasts is just like mine.

Her face today when we reunited was the same as that sunset face.

"Ishl."

Lifia whispered and cried, raising her wet face in tears and calling Ishur's name in a small voice.

"The carcass like this mountain is really that red emperor dragon, isn't it?

"Oh."

"That monster, he's really dead..."

Lifia shrugged her gaze away from Ishl, and, yes, she shrugged to bite.

"I am."

In those eyes, which looked up again at Ishur, the desperate colour could be read.

"When I fought with Ishr, I stayed beside him and fought with him.

She bit her lip.

"Couldn't I?"

……

Ishur silently stared at Rifia with a stern face.

"The new world junction that only Ishur can make, what is it like"

… to Petra and Salomon, to Carno and Desio, and to Marya and Mira, the battle against the Red Emperor Dragon, and the new juncture, the new little world, named "World," that gave in to that monster, the impossible. Perhaps the “divine cause" that is related to the Creator God, which only leaves Les to the Lord God.

It's a grand magic no one has ever done in the past but me. Besides, we still don't have all five divine magic implements, and they're not complete.

So I didn't tell everyone everything, and I've been teasing them. But sooner or later, we'll have to tell Rifia and Mira exactly.

Maybe that's when you get the water magic fixture.

"I still don't know for sure either. That's true. … but once you have all the magic equipment"

"The magic of the water."

Rifia's face gets rough.

"Can I not fight with Ishur any more?"

Its eyes shake anxiously.

"That's not true. Me and you are the same."

What's the pain in that chest? What about this suffering? You killed the Red Emperor Dragon and disappeared?

"I know your misery. A lifetime of regret that will never go away."

Yes, as Liphia fought the Red Emperor Dragon and lost many of her ministers' lives, I lost my family, my hometown people, by the emergence of the Red Emperor Dragon, by gaining the magic of the wind.

This cross must live its entire life, holding it in its chest.

Even if we meet and ask the gods, they will not disappear.

But you can't stop saying that's why. You can't throw it out.

"Ishur!

Tears also overflow from Lifia's eyes.

Down in the moonlight, on a blue night, on the remains (without) of an unspeakable giant dragon.

Again, she buried her face in Ishur's chest.

Where is the magic fixture of water that no one knows or has a record of.

Was that something that had been set up for a long time, or, naturally, Ishl was informed.

Before noon the next day.

To Rusla Niesbaldo and Count Kubeid of the Kingdom of Ladis, from the Holy Kingdom of Orst were added the twins of Rufizzo and Romeo, followed by Decio Buniel, the Great Clergy of Fire, and other clerics of the Cathedral Church, once again the quantification of the remains of the Red Emperor Dragon.

Before dispensing, in the presence of both parties, they first sort out the curses and church sacrifices that might be used for equivalents of martial artefacts, jewellery and magical artefacts, each measuring and revealing quantities.

For example, the scale of the Red Emperor Dragon will find out which area and how many pieces of size there are.

"Combined, it's going to be a lot of money."

"Scale, it seems very difficult to peel"

"Use a rigid stone or steel blade from the back to peel it off."

"That's all I know."

From earlier on Ishur was side-by-side with Mira and Marya and Petra, looking up at the remains of the Red Emperor Dragon and continuing the chatter.

Rifia and Nina are climbing into the ribs of the Red Emperor Dragon, pointing and talking somewhere. The Ruslas have brought in many of the clerks and continue to judge them in a steady manner.

Others also saw Paola Pierca and the Marido sisters.

Construction of fortifications in both countries is still ongoing. Rivers flowed on the north side and slowly the hilly streak of meadows was still engulfed today by the bustle of many people standing.

... Well, water magic fixtures. How do we find it?

Ishur spoke freely with Mira and the others, arms in front of her chest, fuzzy, and a small sigh.

I just have to ask everyone and hit them from something that's going to be a clue......

At that time, the goddess of the moon, Lelia, appeared, as if she had weighed, precisely as if she had been reading Ishur's mind.

Suddenly the sound disappeared, the wind disappeared and the movement of all stopped. Only the light of day was intact, pouring down into the meadows.

A little girl stood in the same spot where she was squatting (Uzuma) in Lifia last night on the wreckage of the black and exuberant Red Emperor Dragon.

Rustic skirt lines with soft curves of worn blouses.

She has not aged since then and remains a thirteen-year-old girl still young.

"Oh, my God, did you finally get the magic of fire?"

A young girl's voice speaks such a dialogue.

... Every time I see that look, I get attacked by pain that makes my chest squirm.

It won't change forever, Melilla. As it was when he died, Melilla.

……

Ishur couldn't say anything. I couldn't talk.

At this time, as measured, the moon goddess Lelia appeared.

"All you have to do is magic the water."

Even when I was away, I could see Melilla's face, her lips heavily distorted.

"You're looking for it, aren't you? Water treasures."

Neither Mira nor Maryas next door move like a doll. Rifia and Nina are also far away, turning their backs.

"Visit the ruins of the Lord's Temple of Water in Urk. There."

The moon god doesn't stop, he laughs.

... Oh, don't laugh at Melilla's appearance. Don't.

"Hehe, Fiore is waiting. That's it."

Fiore is the goddess of water.

Where was the temple of the Lord of the water when it was Urk? Someone, some will know......

Ishur blurred and thought of that in the pain of twitching and eroding his mind.

"Kuck."

The god of the underworld, wearing the skin of Melillah, laughs again.

... Oh, that's a trap. I know, I know who.

But I have to go.

Something moved around, the world moved sideways. deviated. At that moment, Melillah's figure disappeared.

The wind, the noise, the people, they come back.

……

Ishur was silent, throbbing.

First time.

Railia, the moon god, appeared in the sun during the day.

"First time."

Ishur looked up at the sky by wiping the sweat floating on his forehead as he whispered in his voice again.

The sun shines as usual and says nothing.

With the blue sky spreading everywhere, Ishur turned his gaze towards the south.