Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

Looking back, the northern sky is sinking blue.

It's deep blue, like covering it from the top of your head.

Turn to the southern sky, the line ahead stands a high peak that is sumptuous in the white clouds.

……

Did you read any signs, or was there an infusion from the Summoned Spirit?

I could see Ishur going forward looking up at that mountain ridge and for a moment it would be a rugged look.

Mira stared at the side of it and turned her thoughts to the camp this evening.

The plan is to go on this southwesterly running ridge for a while before breaking up into small groups on the slopes dotted on the south side and spending the night.

According to an informer boy hired in the village of Parago, near that cloud-covered summit is called the "Dragon's Nest," and there are always several fire dragons sitting around and hovering around.

In front of that "dragon's nest," going south through the ridge ahead, it will be a descent road from now on, and finally a few days to the Medium Basin with its underground temple, to the end of its eyes and nose.

The surrounding area has disappeared with tall trees and has now turned into a spectacular view with dots of grass spreading over the rock.

Even though the sun looks closer, the temperature drops and the cold air hits your lungs.

We are supposed to camp early today and rest in order to adjust our time over the mountains around noon tomorrow.

Perhaps by sundown everyone will have finished their evening and go to bed early. Tomorrow we wake up with the sunrise and leave in a hurry, to change the weather, and to cross the peak, noting the trend of fire dragons swarming the dragon's nest.

Mira, for just a moment, turned a feverish glance at Ishur's back walking in front and immediately looked down at Lucia and Sharka on the side, hiding her face and giggling.

The night is long. Depending on the number and size of the plot, Ishur is likely to camp alongside his squire, Romir, as well as his captain, Frid Randell, and Dimars Benito, the magician of the earth.

It's a little cumbersome when Fridd is in the same group as Ishur, but that captain is hard to turn his head around. In case he thinks, he can also think of letting himself and Ishur go and make it another land.

Separating the spare chain of command, including the fire dragons that tumble into the "Dragon's Nest," even in the event of demonic raids, and ensuring anti-proficiency will be fundamental when camping in danger zones.

... Yes, and the Great Spirit of the Summoned Wind of Ishur.

Mira's shadowy grin deepens.

It happened a few days ago.

The night he left Rivarez, he was attacked by a large herd of little devils (Kobolts), but that was when he had the opportunity to speak directly with Nell, the spirit of the wind that Ishur had recalled, and he was able to get into her successfully.

The camp was divided into several groups in the open that day, along the River Billaire, and a brief tent was erected at last to spend one evening. At night, each group was supposed to alternate and watch over each other to serve as a demon raid, but just when there was a little demon raid, Mira was on watch with Sharka.

Having been informed by Sharka of the approaching of several demons, Mira first turned to his sleeping tent in an attempt to inform Ishur.

A simple tent stretched over the trunk of a tree strewn out on a riverside, handed over a rope. For a moment, Nerleranke, the spirit of the wind called by Ishur, appeared before Mira, who stood in front of him on a patrol.

"What can I do for you?"

Unlike those against Ishur, the short words uttered are cold and sharp.

"This is the Great Spirit."

Mira quickly drowned her head (Kobe) on one knee toward Nell, who appeared in the air.

The human being of the Holy Kingdom has a thicker faith in the diocesan Church in general than in other countries, both those of higher and lower stature. In other words, there is also a strong sense of worship in the higher spirits that are closer to God.

Mira also had a stronger sense of reverence for the Great Spirit, compared to the others around Ishur, mainly those of the Kingdom of Radice.

"I know you've already noticed, but a bunch of little devils are approaching. As a lookout, I went all the way over to let Ishr know first."

"Hmm."

The opponent is a lady in the Duke's house in the Holy Kingdom, but Nell nodded vehemently, not at all willing to do so.

"The opponents are a bunch of little devils, many of them. You don't have to wake up your sword on purpose."

Nell looked down at Mira with an awakened gaze and told her to thrust it away. It was just a mouthful like a woman serving near the royal side.

"In an instant, if it's a demon to that extent, I can clean it up by myself. The sword is tired. It's important that you rest here for a little while longer."

……

Mira said, choosing the words carefully, once she rang her throat.

"But the Spirit also instructed me to make sure that Ishur reported anything. Even if it's trivial, he doesn't like his men moving on their own."

The other is the Great Spirit. Besides, it is the Spirit of Ishur's summons. You can never piss me off.

"Ah, hmm."

Nell was intriguingly overtly upset when Ishur's name was given an opinion by Mira.

During the day, when the body of the little devil was found by the river, she was pressed not to initiate an attack of her own free will even when the flock came from Ishur.

Nell naturally remembered that but was pointed out to Mira and seemed to think once again of the importance of Ishur's instructions.

If I had gone ahead with care and vanquished a bunch of little devils on my own, instead of being complimented, I might have bought some tough anger from Ishur.

"Well, that's true..."

"Even this evening, if there's anything strange from Ishur, I think he's instructed me to do it."

"Ugh, that's true..."

Nell nodded miraculously, getting smaller and leaning down.

God's magic equipment is absolute to the Spirit. Nell the Great Spirit was no exception, that of serving near the side of the wind god Yveda.

"I have no choice. The sword will be tired, but you are right to wake it."

Nell looked up and nodded loudly with a cute expression of determination, still young.

"Great Spirit. So for one thing, do me a favor."

Mira held her hands there in front of her chest, her eyes wide open and stared at Nell and said.

"Will you leave it to me to wake Ishr?"

"Why not?"

"Please!

Nell dropped his voice and gave him a harsh look, but Mira did not take a step, moisturizing her eyes and turning her gaze to wonder if this was still the case.

"We need to be careful about waking Ishur up. You're in a bad mood."

Totally lying, out of my mouth. Ishur doesn't get in a bad mood with that much.

Nell is a spiritual, eye-catching spirit who cares a lot about the details. Mira knew a hundred things that could not be persuaded for such reasons, but somehow the Great Spirit in front of her suddenly gave her a gentle look and even a smile.

"Hehe, are you so loving about the sword?

So Nell narrowed his eyes and continued to whine.

"... that's not all. You worship the sword."

"It's"

Mira turned into a surprised face and looked up at Nell floating higher than herself.

"Your heart, I know, is in my hands."

And then Nell said, "Naturally, right?," he said, grinning his chin up like he had won.

"Because I worship the sword, too."

Nell looks like a girl still young, but what he says and does to Mira is just the Great Spirit itself. And I firmly identified the heart of a human girl with the same emotions as myself.

"Fine. Forgive my heart for your sword, I will draw here."

Nell turned his face to Ishl's sleeping tent and squeezed his jaw in his pants to show it.

"Thank you, Spirit."

Mira lowered her back and politely thanked her.

"Hurry up. We don't have much time."

"Yes."

Mira quickly jumped into Ishur's tent when she replied with a slightly more upbeat voice and approached her to the side to avoid making any noise.

Then he fronted, and suddenly mumbled at Ishur, who lay a slight breath of sleep, between them.

Despite the dangerous situation, no. That's why Mira felt her breasts filled with hot stuff.

hastily exchanged, and a small sign of love just in one direction. Still, I couldn't contain the nagging joy from boiling.

When Mira trembled all over her body in joy, Ishur's eyes opened as if she had responded to it.

Staring at each other, the sweet time flowing between them. But it's also a moment.

Now she faces and whispers into Ishur's ear.

"Ishur."

The voices mixed with prank colors.

"There's a huge herd of little devils approaching."

Afterwards, as if planned harmony, the swarm of little devils was swept away by the transcendent wind magic of Ishur and Nell, returning to a quiet night behind the mountains.

It was no more auspicious for Mira to gain the knowledge of Nell, the great spirit of the wind summoned by Ishur.

It's just folded, and we're supposed to split up into small groups and camp in horizontal holes this evening. The horizontal holes dotted on the slopes of the mountains are shallow and not very deep. The entrance and exit are only in one direction, and there is no escape except for the minutes when defense is easy. If you hold down that entrance and exit, you'll be free to cook for whoever's inside.

The opponent is Ishl, but this evening's battle is determined by his charm, the strength of his push, his good mouth, and the strength of his feelings for thinking of the opponent.

She has Sharka and Lucia, and she can count on the seria that was put on the Ladis royal family. In terms of the amount of pawns, it was said to be very advantageous to other Maryas competitors. In addition to that this time, we might even get the last wall to protect Ishur, the concession of the Great Spirit's Nell, no cooperation. This is exactly what we should consider as a thousand opportunities to outrun our competitors.

Now we have a truce agreement with the Refiahs to avoid unnecessary burdens on Ishur. There is an implicit understanding that does not bother Ishur, joins forces to work together for him.

But it's a vague, so to speak, promise. Guys, when we get a chance, we're going to get out of here and try to make Ishur ours. They're after the tigers.

We should not miss this excellent opportunity here and move aggressively to decide the battle at once.

There are two magic fixtures Ishl got. Wind and gold magic implements, but if we keep this up, we will kill Malefiore without any problems, and we will also have dirt magic implements in our hands.

If you get three magic fixtures, can even that Red Emperor dragon be overwhelmed?

If you shoot the Red Emperor Dragon and get the Magic Fixture of Fire, all you have to do is Magic Fixture of Water. I can also see the day Ishur gets to the point. You can't just wait forever, be passive.

"The words you used to say Ishr. … that's a" fait accompli ", which means you don't have to think about it later."

Mira raised her face, which she was leaning over with a black grin, staring at the peak of the go-go, the "Dragon's Nest".

Along the ridge, lunch thoughtfully on the spot, then continue on the ridge again after a break for a while.

We arrived at a point where horizontal holes cut through the southern slopes, which will be today's camp while the sun is still high.

The continuous cotton and the ensuing mountain ridges raise the altitude slightly, now pointing towards the true west.

In the foreground of thin clouds, the "dragon's nest", also known as the highest peak of the Brectas mountain mass, showed some of its rugged mountain bodies.

As planned, the Malefioa Crusaders were to be divided and camped in several small groups in lateral holes that would be interrupted on the south side.

In the direction of progress, in the westernmost lateral hole, the captain, Frid Randell, and the men below Evan the head (Kokoshira), the next lateral hole, a group of guides from the village of Parago, Mira and Sharka, Lucia and the samurai, were to spend the night in the third cave. Next to it, by the way, and fourthly, Marya, Rifia, Nina and Lilina, as well as Nocta, Rifia's maid of honor, the cave of Ishur at the heart was at its next easternmost end, with Dimars Benito and his squire Romir in the same group.

Between Mira and Ishur's group there were horizontal holes where rival Refia and Maryas would sleep, but preventing them from deceiving and disturbing them is not so difficult if Nell's cooperation is to be obtained. The rest would be fine if we placed Sharka and Lucia precisely.

Ishur and his companion Romir and Dimars Benito, the magician of the court of the Kingdom of Ladis, are warm figures who will listen to what you have to say if you explain the situation.

If they can move to other horizontal holes, the rest are Ishur and I alone in a small space where the three sides have been closed.

I don't know, I feel awkward and fast, but this is all about winning what I did first. There is no emotion, no flaw, it depends on how rare it is to proclaim time, but that is why it is.

... In this situation, colorfulness is the same as battle. Behind your enemies, you ambush them and fight them all at once.

Mira leaned down and dropped her gaze on the soup in the wooden vessel.

From the soup with potatoes and dried meat, the hot air is rising. It is a dinner made by the bearded and Romir and his servants with the boys of the village of Parago in the next horizontal hole.

"Mira."

When I looked up, Lucia, sitting next to me to the right, smiled with an evocative look on her face.

……

Sitting on the left, Sharka is as silent and faceless as usual, but she also knows what Lucia's smile means. Sharka stared at Lucia's face and slowly turned to Mira.

...... As planned tonight, we will make a decision. Nell, I'll make sure you get your help.

Mira snorted firmly and confidently toward Sharka and Lucia.

Cantera lights placed on the ground blur the edges (crevices) of the horizontal holes.

Clear and windless this evening, no sign of a dangerous demon. It's a quiet night.

Mira and the others are about to take over from Marya for half an hour watching the night alternating. All the other faces of the crusaders and the guides of the village of Parago are in deep sleep.

"It's about time."

"Yes, then"

"Uhm."

It's all yours, Mira.

When Mira lowered her voice to the Sharkas who would refrain by her side, her response returned in the order of Lucia, Sharka and Celia.

Lucia stepped out of the horizontal hole and lowered herself on the slope, staring at the captain's frid and the sleeping cave of the “bearded”.

To reach Ishur's sleeping horizontal hole, in addition to the Rifias, it was necessary to flex the shadow work of the Radice royal family and the “beards”, a group of hunters. Lucia came into contact with Evan and made her husband, Mira, aware that she would not perceive “planting” Ishl.

The “bearded” had been told by Royal Ladis, or Petra, to monitor and obstruct Ishur's becoming intimate with certain women, but on the other hand, he had received even more important orders from Henrik. It is, of course, the crusade of Malefioa and the collection of magic implements by exploring the underground temples, the safety of the Maryas royal wizards.

Naturally, the most important task for Evan is the completion of Henrik's order. Between Ishur and the women around him, we must avoid the kind of havoc that causes crusaders to collapse. I would also like to avoid serious problems with each other's relationships.

Anyway, Nina was very dangerous to engage with Mary and Rifia, Mira, nobles of the Holy King's kingdom, in their subtle relationship with each other.

In other words, Evan expressed the idea that he would not intervene unknowingly and unnecessarily unless something rough happened to Lucia or his relationship with the Maryas was broken.

Lucia gained his understanding by swearing to Evan that she would not cause any disturbance with Mary or the Rifias, nor would she interfere in the Malefiore crusade. Now the “beards" who are constantly watching the perimeter of the Crusaders, to be discreet, will no longer interfere with the actions of Lord Mira.

And Celia, originally a royal maid and not even stepchildren to lend a hand to Mira's personal “thoughts," became strongly thoughtful of Mira, her tentative master, the same way her coworker Nocta became intoxicated with Refia by acting together for a long time.

Court magicians like Marya and women nobles of high stature, like Rifia and Mira, with unbeatable power over men, are just the object of admiration from same-sex celiacs. Rifia and Mira in particular were also kind to those below, and had a great measure worthy of their noble stature.

So Celia also decided to cooperate with Mira's plot. Her role was to pull her colleague Romir and the magician Dimars Benito away from Ischl in cooperation with Lucia.

Sayria answered by hanging on to Mira, jumping out of the cave without a sound, and circling heavily from the bottom to Ishur's sleeping horizontal hole.

Lucia also thanked Mira when she distracted herself from the sleeping horizontal holes of Frid and Evan and others, lurking in her footsteps and following Salia.

"Then I move too"

"Nice to meet you, Sharka"

"Uhm."

Sharka nodded heavily again, moving right in front of the rock rift next door, the horizontal hole.

Mobile cantera lights are uniformly leaking from the lateral hole where the crusaders and the conductors are quartered. The moon is hidden in the shadows of the western mountains. The darkness is thick, and the cantera lights feel strangely bright.

White breath leaks slightly from Sharka's mouth.

Her role is to trap Rifia, the most difficult foe, and Marya and Nina, keeping their covenant spirits in the horizontal hole.

Besides Rifia, which is sensitive to killings and magic emanating from people and demons, the spirits of Marya and Nina, Vescortino and Erlina, have similar sensing abilities. But I usually leave it to the overwhelming sensing ability of the Spirit of the Wind summoned by Ishur, and I'm not so strictly alert.

For a highly capable Sharka, it wasn't that hard to poke the gap (suki) between Vescortino and Erlina, who were unnerving. Even with regard to Refia, there was no danger of preventing her from sleeping if she did not extinguish her intention to kill and use magic.

Sharka stood in front of the horizontal hole where the lifias were sleeping and peered inside.

Warm colored, blurry lit rock fissures in soft cantera lights, about a few long steps (m) back, four people, Rifia and Marya, Nina and Norte, could be seen wrapped around a blanket. Everyone is asleep shrinking and solidifying.

Sharka ascertained how Maryas slept and rose into the air a little further from the edge of the horizontal hole (two). For a moment there, a shadow crossed my eyes. Mira turned the noise off in a hunter-face loss move and moved to Ishur's sleeping sidehole.

Sharka, following Mira's movements with her eyes, offered her hands in front of each other more than anything else. He stretched a tiny bit of gold magic across the sleeping horizontal hole of the Refiers, opening his palms and not even the Spirit noticed.

Sharka's magic covered the perimeter of the horizontal hole in a mesh shape, conveying small gaps and slightly existing metals, such as cracks in the rocky mountains. Of course, there was no gap on the exit side, and the magic of gold was stretched out in mind.

The rifiahs still in the hole stay asleep, unaware. Of the Spirit of Mary and Nina, Vescortino and Erlina have no special movements either. They spirits may be aware of the magic of gold, but the magic itself has not yet been activated, and it has suppressed killing. Sharka and Bescortino and I have been acting together for a long time, so we are almost no longer alert to each other. Of course, spirits of different lineages don't get along.

When Sharka was ready to immediately activate the magic of gold, she began to monitor the Maryas and their covenant spirits by killing signs on the spot.

If the Maryas noticed Mira's movements, they would instantaneously activate the magic of gold, plugging the openings in the lateral holes with steel walls, and pouring iron into the gaps in the surrounding rocks to solidify them harder.

It is difficult to suppress even Sharka if the well-researched and most powerful Refia is concerned about it.

She had decided to deploy the magic of gold around her beforehand in order to seal the rifia for a little longer, to make the magic activated faster and more powerful.

……

When Mira stood in front of Ishur's sleeping horizontal hole, the preceding Lucia and Celia were just about to wake up Romir and Dimars Benito and take him out of the hole.

Romir's face, which rose in the light of Cantera, was distorted by intense fear and perplexity.

He's shaking his head vertically like a broken doll and nodding over and over again, letting Celia whisper something.

Benito, by contrast, listens to Lucia speaking in a whisper with such expressions as "Oh, boy".

... I'm sorry, Mr. Romir.

But you can't leave here.

Mira looked at Romir and Benito and slightly clouded her expression.

Benito doesn't seem to care much if he can afford an old song, but Romir seems pretty frightened of what the hell he's being whispered from an older seria.

"Huh!

When I saw Mira, whose Romir stood on the edge of the cave (two), I almost screamed.

Thalia quickly put her hands on it and blocked his mouth.

"Mm-hmm."

Celia blocked Romir's mouth. She took him outside the horizontal hole, as it were.

Poor Romir looked like a heroine imprisoned by a bad man.

Benito was also taken outside by Lucia.

Romir and Benito are to wait for a while after this under the surveillance of Salia in an empty horizontal hole nearby.

The entrance to and exit from the horizontal hole, which has become Ishur alone, is to be protected by Lucia.

"Hehe."

Mira slowly approached the sleeping Ishur wrapped in a blanket at the end of her gaze when she had a satisfying grin that also looked luscious.

"Wait."

There, a thin, blue light floated before Mira's eyes, and Nell's voice was heard.

"Do you make a deal with the sword?"

Nell said flatly in a whispering little voice, but without shame.

To the Spirit it may mean something like a ritual.

"Please, forgive me. The Great Spirit."

Mira said in a nervous voice as she dropped her hips and lowered her head to reveal her attitude.

This is the stronghold. We need to work on her cooperation well, or at least get her to miss it.

Nell has spoken with a strange voice that does not clearly show himself and that passes directly into Mira's mind.

Is Ishur sleeping deeply or doesn't move at all without showing any reaction?

"Fine. Let's just meditate on our eyes here and decide we didn't see it. Respect your desire to worship the sword."

Indeed, Mira worships Ishur. The thought may not be the same as the others around him.

"Thank you"

Mira sat back and deeply thanked the blue light in front of her.

and that light goes out and the signs of Nell go away.

"... Ishr Sama"

Mira called his name toward Ishur's back as she grinned with impatience, tremendous joy.

It was a small but singing voice.

Then he fell back on his knees and laid his hands on the sleeping Ishur's shoulder.

... Mr. Ishr, Mr. Ishr.

I have a hot breath in my ear. Someone whispers in a sweet voice.

When Ishur woke up and looked back at something, there was Mira's face in front of him.

"Mi, la"

Her face, which rises against the backdrop of Cantera's lights, is of unusual beauty.

... another Kobolt raid?

Ishur was still a completely awake head, blurry and thought of what had happened last night.

... but something is different. Mira's eyes are wet......

"Ishur."

Mira's voice is always increasing and serious.

"Hmm?"

"Sincerely, we commend you"

"Eh."

What? What happened all of a sudden?

In an instant, Ishur's head awakens completely.

"Duh, what's going on, Mira? At this hour."

Instead of waking up, your whole body hardens to a dangerous hunch.

... hey, that's weird. This is weird. Very strange.

"This is the time."

……

It's not just the body. Even my heart freezes.

"Romi."

There's no Mr. Romir, no Lord Benito.

Before Ishur finishes saying it, Mira comes in a tight blockade.

……

Mira's mood is amazing.

Ishur glanced around.

Sure, you two are disappearing. That's not all. Signs of strong magic come from the rock wall on the left,

... from the horizontal hole where the Maryas sleep. Is this the magic of gold, Sharka?

"What..."

Is it happening?

"The little cave where these three parties are closed is a great place for me and Ishur to think."

A demonic grin spreads on Mira's face.

"Ahhh."

Or that, after all. Have you used the Sharkas to set them up?

"Nell!"

Ishur screams briefly as he even speaks.

... Is that it? I'm not responding.

"The Great Spirit is on my side. It's not harmful to Ishr."

Mira's winning voice.

... sword, have mercy on those who descend here as men. Sometimes you have to reward them.

"Hey, Nell."

I can hear her voice from somewhere far away.

Ishur turned bright blue and rang his throat.

Nell was abbreviated. This sucks. Really sucks.

"Hehe."

Mira smiled full of certainty, as if she had listened to Nell.

"Come on, Ishr. I'm not prepared."

"Yes, no. Hey."

Mira looked up and missed her gaze from Ishur.

"With the magic of wind and gold, Ishur, Malefioa will also be easily exorcised. Then the magic equipment of the soil belongs to Ishr too. The day of the Five Magic Fixtures is finally drawing near."

Mira looks as proud as she is of me. I like it.

"We have to get ahead of ourselves and make what Ishr calls a fait accompli."

Mira's horrible, hot burning gaze burns Ishl down.

"Hih."

Where did you remember the word "fait accompli”? Is that Marya? Did you know Petra, too?

"Come on, Ishr. Do not put me in that blanket."

Mira puts her hands on a blanket covering her neck.

"Oh, wait."

Ishur raises a fine voice like a girl.

For a moment then, the whole cave rocked violently.

The magic of Sharka's gold swept away, smashing some of it to crack.

Running from that narrow space, the red flash.

... it's a rifia.

"Shit."

When Mira sounded her tongue like the exposed lull of evil, she looked back behind her back.

"Geez."

The intense magic of crimson was brilliant when a short scream of Lucia watched the entrance and exit of the horizontal hole.

"Lord Mira! You're a coward."

With its red glow, Lifia's shadow stands right behind Mira.

Fists of both hands, firmly gripped, were shaking fine.

"Mr. Riffia, you're here."

Mira groans in a low voice.

Upon noticing the anomaly, Rifia quickly broke through Sharka and Lucia's obstruction and came to stop Mira from running out.

Ishur raised his torso in this gap and looked around.

... I see Sharka's golden magic is gone. I don't even feel any sign of Lucia nearby. They both must have been blown away by Refia.

But if you do it too flashy, this whole rocky mountain could collapse. I don't mind if the Fire Dragon notices you're in the Dragon's Nest, but it's not a volcanic eruption, and I'd like you to refrain from any radical imitation of a mountain body blowing up.

"Looks like Ishr's safe."

Lifia's face peeks over Mira's shoulder.

Her eyes, too, are pretty serious.

"What is safe? Who the hell would harm Ishr?"

"It's you, Lord Mira. What happened to your deal with everyone? We're still a long way from getting our hands on Ishur."

"I know that. But this is a fight. You can't give Ishr away so easily."

"Ho."

Refia's eyes are red and glowing.

"Fight, …? So the sooner the better, the better."

"That's not all."

Mira pulls her jaw and grins terribly.

"The smart ones win."

"Isn't that a mistake, cunning one?

Refia smiles cold, too.

... This is not good.

Ishur slowly begins to move directly next to both of the stares as he drops his hips.

"Uh, what about me? Just think about how I feel..."

"Shut up."

"Shut up, Ishur."

When I tried to get in with a horrible crack between them, I was blocked at a pimply and unusual speed.

... This is horrible. This is really bad.

Refia joined and the threat doubled.

On several occasions, Ishur shook up in fear.

Nell doesn't show up. It somehow conveys a spiritual state of mind, like watching and enjoying the two contenders, surprised why I don't accept either of them.

"There, let's get you out of the way"

"No, sir."

The two gaze sharply.

I don't like it. In the cave, the magic of Rifia's unspecified martial arts gods and Mira's golden magic increase in density.

Each other's magic shines and begins to wind the vortex. They are attacked by different illusions, like distorted spaces around them.

Sure, neither of us have done everything we can yet. I know who else can get involved and have tragic consequences if we really do it together in such a narrow place.

But it could also cause the worst in the next moment, like a tag coming off in the wake of something.

Mira and Lifia concentrated their magic on a single point so that they could poke each other in the forehead, and they began to rush.

……

I'm done playing.

Ishur glanced at his belly, silently staring at its disastrous, dangerous point of light.

I can't talk about anything right now. I can't move. There must be no slight change or stimulus in what storms and collapses these two magic powers.

...... my throat tingles in thirst.

How long has it been, or was it a moment?

That's when I came to pretend.

"Fuck!!

Staring at each other, his eyes burn up hard.

"I won't give you Ishr!

"Master Ishur is mine!

A disintegrating equilibrium. The diffuse mass of magic...

Ishur instinctively burned his magic at its center.

... burn the magic out of both of you with my magic. Drop into the other realms of the Spirit and evaporate.

At that time.

Coincidentally, the wind mixed with the magic of gold.

Only those with the magic of God can perform miracles......

In the corner of the retina, a new world is reflected.

"Oh, oh."

"Become"

Stunning, stunned two.

The light point ahead of that gaze disappears without sound.

"... over"

Ishur stuck his right hand out and held its vanishing light point.

"Sorry to hear that."

"No, you wouldn't"

"This must also be a meeting for all"

To Mira, who drops her shoulders and whines, Rifia penetrates and Marya severely proclaims.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Lord Ishur, your lord is still young. I can see that.... but I need you to think about your position."

Ishur, on the other hand, had been told a novel by the captain Frid and his oldest demon mentor, Benito.

"Ah, yes. Sorry to disturb you..."

And yet, the inner part was if I didn't complain.

... Why should I be complained about?

Isn't it the Miras who are at fault?

Just outside Ishur's sleeping horizontal hole, Marya and Nina, as well as party Mira and Refia, are solidifying and talking.

A short distance away, Lucia and Salia have noticed something about Lilina Marido.

... Well, both Fridd and Benito are afraid to deal with Mira or Refia, the point is. That's why you complain to me.

And these people want to say the most about you holding their reins.

……

Even with all this in your eyes, can you tell me if I'm not the best hottie from everyone?

I could never taste it in my previous life, it's a luxury problem.

... and ho.

Ishur was disappointed, dropping his shoulders and dripping his head (Kobe).

What happened at that moment, when Mira and Lifia's magic reached critical point. The wind, the gold, the new possibilities that the two magic powers have shown...

It was still a little further before Ishur realized the seriousness of it.

The dawn when everyone fell asleep again, except some of the watchmen, after the commotion.

In Mira's rows of camping caves, they were poking their heads at each other and talking about something.

"It didn't work this time. I've put a lot of hard work on everyone."

"What are you saying, Mira?"

You're right, Miss Mira.

"Um, no"

When Mira lowered her head to apologize, Celia, Lucia and Sharka returned the words in turn.

"From now on, we will go back to the dragon's nest, the Medium Basin, the underground temple and the stronghold. Let's weigh ourselves in for a while. However, as always, we will not fail to monitor Mr. Refia."

"Yes."

"Yes, sir."

Even after we have killed Malefioa and obtained the earthly magic fixture, we must acquire the magic fixture of fire and water.

Ishur gathers his magic equipment and decides not to do anything to make a deal with anyone until he is done being relative to the gods.

But his inactivity and passivity is also a good opportunity to create a fait accompli. That is, because he has not yet come to a conclusion, a state of cosmic hanging. You just have to force him to decide before he decides who he's going to do it to.

It's not a good idea to pull the leg of Ishur's precious goal, but still, the perfect opportunity will be visited as many times as we want to go ahead.

Competitors are all powerful enemies, including Refia. You don't miss any opportunities, you have to let them out. You can't just keep your “covenant” with them in the dark clouds.

... Betrayal is in love, it's hard for a woman to fight. It's like flowers blooming magnificently.

"Ho ho."

Mira looked around at Lucia's dependable face, and that's what put her hand on her mouth like a flower and laughed.