Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

Looking back, the lights in the eastern meadows of the kingdom of Ladis and the Holy King of Orst, the factions of both countries, appear to fold innumerably.

A small point of light extends in a straight line to the north and south against a backdrop of mountain shadows setting in the night sky.

"Shall we?"

As Ishur stared at the light, there was a voice of Rifia in his ear.

"Ahead, about a half-minute walk south, there is a settlement on the western outskirts of Sonneto village. So let's rest till morning."

Romir comes face-to-face from behind Rifia and says:

At the eastern end of the village, there was only one dairy farmer on the other side, and Ishur rested underneath the house the day he shot the Red Emperor Dragon and got the magic of fire. The village of Soneto was a deserted village with unclear boundaries, with a forceful lump sum of houses scattered widely throughout this meadow area.

"Oh, let's do that"

When Ishur nodded, they all began to walk thoughtfully south on the meadow.

On their faces floating slightly in the starlight, they did see cheerful smiles and smiles.

A new goal has been set. It's clear where we're headed.

The days of adventure are not over yet.

Ishur held both fists tight. Do not cloud the smiles of these men.

... they've crossed the dead line with me, they're my people to empower me.

Not for a while now.

Still, I can't talk about the struggle with the Moon God......

I crossed the meadows of the night with no way, with the bug squealing.

Around the time of the slightly thin visit to the eastern horizon, a line arrived at the small settlement Romir said.

Contrary to expectations, I did not see the human horse of the Holy King around me at all. I couldn't even feel the signs of passing first.

... the troops of the Dielards and other lords are all southbound on different paths...

Ahead of the earth, Ishur extended the magical sensation of the earth so that the trees would root.

Many large and small armies camp or move in the far south meadows. It conveys the sound of treading the earth of countless human horses.

"I wonder if there are no armies in this village because someone in the Holy King's kingdom has given me the benefit"

……

When Ishur spoke to Mira, she smiled silently.

The next day he also proceeded southwest on the meadow, finding a creek heard from the villagers and camping on the spot, striking a street stretching from Kahar to Harnmel on the third day.

I haven't seen any troops of the Holy King for the past two days, and I haven't seen a group of soldiers and horses like that on the streets. Of course, when you get to this area, you rarely encounter demons unless you take the streets off to the back of the woods.

The line went through Harumel, a major impulse in the central north of the Holy Kingdoms, to Delveil, where the Duke of Dielard's family resided. Until the end of the rainy season in the southern part of the Holy King at Mira's tease, he was supposed to stay in Delveil for about half a month.

I didn't see any military figurines in the streets, but the traffic of luggage trucks loaded with various supplies such as wood, stone, and food groceries flourished, and many times a day, it slipped away with countless pedestrians and lords' heavy lanes.

He also saw a missionary horseback ride coming and going between Harumel and Sonneto every once in a while. Around the village of Sonneto, many armies, wives and clerics of the diocesan church gathered, and the construction of castles and temples is still ongoing. In Soneto and surrounding cities, people moved around and logistics became more active, which was thought to last for a while.

The Ishurs relaxed on foot, first aiming for Harummel. He avoided summer sunshine in the shade of houses and wooded trees along the streets and took many rest days. No wild lodging, even in villages without lodgings, Lucia and the others ran and negotiated with the villagers, and prepared a fine lodging with roofs.

Even on a walking journey without a carriage or horse, Lifia and Mira, the great noblemen, were not dissatisfied at all on the road and were always in a good mood to chat with their offerings.

Ishur had business staying in Harnmel for a few days or so and told everyone in advance to get an understanding.

I once fled to the holy kingdom after riding Liphia's father, Borderline Uncle, and made a new set of clothes, such as cloaks and jackets, in Hurnmel.

At that time, he paid a lot of attention and placed detailed orders with the skilled craftsmen introduced in the guild, who were specially tailored.

Since then, there have been many adventures, and battle days, and those favorite specials have been damaged, or lost, and the ones that can be fixed have been deceived themselves, but they were finally in a state where they had to be fixed firmly at the hands of professional craftsmen or renewed again.

Now she dresses like sleeveless vests, scorched tea trousers, and straw hats in summer, but other than in summer, she stood out as a skinny silhouette, black leather half-coat with trousers and boots.

Ishur stopped by Harummel to get those clothes loaded on Romir's towing horse and asked the same craftsmen to fix them.

This is not a hasty journey. There was no way that Mira and the others would be dissatisfied, and we were all going to spend a few days or so in Hurnmel before we all caught up with Ishur and headed to Delveil.

"Has Rifia ever been to Hurnmel?

A series of soft curved hills, with fewer trees on their way, and pastures and fields visible. All of them will show up. It's a little hot, but it's a peaceful pastoral view.

"Oh, on my way to bring you back to the kingdom where you fled to the Holy City. I'm staying overnight then."

"Roar."

Ishur shrugged his neck.

... Shit. This stepped on a mine.

Refia stares at me with a strange grin and an uncontrolled grin.

"All pilgrims from the Kingdom of Ladis go from Theodore to the Sacred Capital via Harumel. It's not like I bothered to ask questions, Ishr."

"Ha"

Mira, who walks opposite Rifia across Ishur, says in a tone of blame. Don't say things like digging a grave yourself, think some more. It was certainly during the harvest festival, when pilgrims gathered from all over the continent, to reunite with the Rifian subjects in the Holy City.

"Harummel, this is my first time, so I look forward to it"

When Ishur exhales, Nina quickly follows him from behind.

"Harummel is positioned like a frontera in the Kingdom of Ladis, but from the crowd, it falls a step. But for that matter, is there a calm atmosphere?"

Mira looks back at Nina and carefully explains with a gentle look on her face.

From there, Lifia and the three of us, the Wizard Woman. Talk about what to do.

……

Ishur looks sideways and wonders if Mira's words and actions were to involve Nina in the conversation. Rifia's spearhead is moving from Ishur to it, firmly to another topic.

Even though Mira is still young, I don't know what she cares about this kind of care or the fact that she can control people well. Not only was he born in the Duke's house, but he was smart from the beginning.

"Mmm."

A group of about ten people emerged from the shadows of the hills, across the street, as they relaxed and walked listening to the girls' soft voices, ear-friendly conversations for a while.

I ride only one horse and have a few luggage horses with me. On horseback is a woman in a thin scarf, with no knights or soldiers in plain uniform, but all the men have swords on them, even in plain clothes.

... not a merchant. A woman on horseback would be one of the lords.

There are also several samurai in the group. The look of the atmosphere may be similar to this one.

However, although this one has Mira wrapping a scarf around her head to hide that flashy hairstyle, Refia remains flashy with long silver hair, making it stand out beyond comparison.

As the Ishurs approached the different steps, there was a small movement across the street between the lower nobles and the small lords.

And it came to pass, when the woman on the horse cried out unto the offering that towed the horse, that she went down on the spot, and bowed her head toward the Ishurs. All those who accompanied them have stopped when they saw the woman's actions and lowered their heads deeper with their left hands against their chests.

……

Ishur came before them silently, passing as if nothing had happened without his gaze. Same goes for Nina. Liphia raised her chin slightly, and behaved more as a nobleman than as a dignified man, but as one of the faithful. It looked that way to Ishur.

As usual, Sharka and Romeo looked down and hurried past her feet.

Only Mira smiled and returned the meeting to the woman who got off the horse.

The woman on horseback bowed her head against Mira, the great nobleman of the Holy Kingdom. Or maybe she knew about Mira.

"There's one person here who stands out when he does."

Ishur looked sideways at Rifia and said, either in the line of the aristocracy or not like them.

... a beautiful swordsman with a splendid long sword, silver hair and walking refreshingly. It is clear to everyone that he is a lowlife, even if he is not riding.

"Hmm."

Lifia turned to Mira and said to her face when she looked clear.

"His men would have noticed Lord Mira and beckoned him. There are no nobles in the Holy Kingdom who do not know the Red Witch."

"No......"

Mira saw Ishl there somehow, with a face that didn't float.

"They may have bowed their heads to Ishr more than I did."

"Huh? Me?

Ishur pointed to himself and told him to scream.

"Hmm. It's time for your activities to spread to those who have fallen behind."

"Eh."

"You fought that Red Emperor Dragon and won, didn't you? By the end of the summer, it will be spread to the United Kingdom and Bermula."

And from behind, Nina.

"Ishur's age and appearance will also be widely conveyed."

……

Ishur turned into a difficult face and let his gaze wander far.

The horizon is thin and sumptuous on the other side of the hill, where fields, groves and meadows still extend.

... I'm not alone. Mira and Refia are with us, so it will be easy to identify.

This time it's not a battle, it's not an exploration of the outermost demons. It's no different than just a trip.

If you do not enter Arsar and enter the wetlands and woods, you will always travel in close proximity to them.

Sometimes you may even be exposed to the curiosity of the people you go out with.

No way, before we arrive in Soleil, the people of the Grand Duchy of Alsar might find out.

The goer has poor vision, so...

Ishur narrowed his eyes and looked at the summer moisture with a sumptuous sky.

On the eighth day of avoiding annoying aristocrats and lords of dating and going down the street while staying in village breakdowns along the street, small luxury mansions, city houses, etc., the Ishurs arrived in Harnmel.

Hurnmel is the largest city in the northern part of the Holy King, but it is quite small compared to the main impulse in the southern part of the Kingdom of Ladis, Frontera, more than one turn. Both cities share the same streets, but there are no large rivers like Frontera flowing in Hurnmel. The presence or absence of river water transport seemed to be related to the development of the city.

...... Nevertheless, it is certain that Hurnmel is a big, busy city. Many craftsmen are skilled. Whatever you do with your damaged jacket or boots, I want the same craftsman who made them to fix it.

Ishur lined up in a queue formed in front of the old castle gate, stretching his spine and looking forward.

"You're doing pretty tough"

Lifia also looked at the one in front of the queue and told her to whine to no one.

It happened in the village of Sonneto.

Mira went on to say, "Because so many armies and wives have gathered and made a fuss. Just in case, you're tightening up the interrogation," he said, glancing at Lucia.

……

Lucia nodded silently to Mira and walked early enough to the front castle gate.

At the end of the widened road, a castle gate with a tangled old gate tower continues to be interrupted by walls as tall as a two-story private house on the left and right. The gateway to the city is cobbled squares, surrounded by western lacquered and stoned buildings. A splendid city is formed on the outside of the old walls, but the inquisition was only carried out on the inside of the walls, on those entering the old city.

Hurnmel is a city that has been around for a long time, and in the middle of the Old Town there was a neighborhood that was even older, dating back to Urk. Now there are sub-units dispatched from the Knights of the Holy Kings, with Knights headquarters, quarters and administrative offices and main temples where royal deputies reside, with no inhabitants in general.

The municipality of Hurnmel was changing, the old town was home to the Holy King, while the new town was divided between east, west and north and governed by neighboring lords. However, even if the lords were different, the residents of the city were free to come and go through their respective neighborhoods and it was relatively easy to change their residence.

After a while, the front of the line was more bothered, and a young man of good stature, who would be a true knight of the Knights of the Holy Kings, took two soldiers and came before the Ishurs.

The knight's man was eye-catching, or Rifia and Nina, of course, bowed to Ishl just by glance, and finally came before Mira, standing on one knee with his left hand against his chest.

"Thank you for waiting, Dielard. This way, please."

When the man stood up gently, he turned his left hand to the castle gate, stood back and smiled at Mira.

"Thank you, Lord Knight."

The young Orthodox Knight has a slightly shimmering appearance.

But Mira did not offer a hand to the man, and called out to Ishur.

Let's go, Ishr.

……

Not too public, I hope you don't call me by my name...

But if you know anything about what happened in Sonneto, it's easy to imagine someone your age sitting next to Mila Dielard.

Ishur smiled bitterly and took Mira's offered hand just a little back.

The Inn is said to be a "moon cloud pavilion" close to the center even in the Old Town, and is commonly used by luxuries and aristocrats to stay for personal use and patience. It was in a relatively quiet corner of an ancient neighborhood in Harnmel.

Ishur quickly took Romir the next day and headed out to a tailor who had previously ordered his jacket. What a merchant guild clerk taught me to hold a king gold coin (the kingdom of Ladis gold coin), the city's most handsome and touchy workshop.

The place was in the middle of the craftsmanship district and the front side faced a wide range of paths through which carriages could pass well.

"Well, that means fixing this"

I said while looking at the black leather jacket with the craftsman's head spread over the workbench, still about thirty steps ahead of that workshop.

"Oh. And a thick cotton cloth, can you make it in the same shape?

"I can... but now that it's crowded, it'll take about a month"

"A month?

Ishur voiced surprise.

"You're listening, too, aren't you? In the mountains to the east, the Red Emperor Dragon was recently killed by a cathedral wind wizard. So there's a lot of priests from the Marquis and the Holy City gathering there."

The craftsman's head explained the disturbance in the village of Sonneto to Ishl. He also knew that the Kingdom of Ladis was also out, taking the remains of the Red Emperor Dragon, a mountain of treasure, together in both countries.

"So what's a cathedral wizard?

Ishur dared to question a certain word in the man's mouth as to its meaning.

I know who the "Great Wizard of the Cathedral Wind” refers to. But this is the first time I've heard it......

"Oh, that's right, the wind god praised me for defeating the previous bad king... what did he say his name was?"

"No, fine."

Ishur looked back feeling his gaze from behind as he blocked the man there.

Sitting against the table between the walls, Romir, who had been waiting for tea, was pointing his gaze at Ishl, who had said that it was unfair.

"Romir. You make clothes, too?

"Yes, no"

Romir shook the first of his many times with his face stretched to Ishur's push-kill low voice.

"Looks like this city has a good economy, too."

As he left the workshop and returned to the inn, Romir called out.

In the end, the craftsmen were busy and stopped renovating their jackets.

"Well, that's what's gonna happen"

All those horses, wives, and clerics are gathered in the Sonneto plains, and castles and temples are built.

Other nearby cities and villages will also be moist.

"But the Wizard of the Cathedral, what"

Ishur shrugged and exhaled in a deep sigh.

But this was also something I had no choice. We defeated Bionato in the cathedral, and the wind god Yveda descended. There was no way the Cathedral Church would not hustle about this.

Moreover, it was none other than Ishur himself who suggested to the high priest Liberio Adani that the cost of rebuilding the cathedral, which Yveda erased in an instant, should be collected in the name of his wind god.

The black leather jacket I put out to fix was to be negotiated stickily and had it raised five days later.

The day went on with Romir, stopping by the shoemaker's workshop, hardware, trinket shop, etc. to pick up essentials and consumables for the journey.

The women had the same range of daily necessities, and Rifia and Nina had fixed sizes and bought dresses that they could match. There will also be Mira's territory to stay for a while, and a dinner party in Del Veil. It was essential to them.

Ishur didn't have the clothes in his hand with him, but the fact that he could arrange as much at Mira's meant he wouldn't dare to buy them.

There were many old fashioned men of the Duke's family, including Mira's brothers, left at Del Baer Castle.

During her stay in Harnmel, Mira and the others made another arrangement, and Ishur went on a daily "date” with Rifia on the first day, followed by Mira and Nina. He saw the market in the city and bought it in the square in front of the temple, heading out to suburban ranches, orchards, etc.

On the day my husband went out with Ishur, Lucia, Romir, Celia and Noctua also went shopping. We don't know if Sharka was with us or what she was doing.

So the morning, a few days later, Ishur glanced down the street outside and frowned through the window of the third floor room where he was staying.

"Hmm."

Beyond the thin, cloudy glass, one on the street, two or seven or eight residents stop and look up at the moon cloud pavilion where the Ishurs are staying.

... There were about two or three yesterday at most. I thought you were over-conscious.

The people who are standing on the side of the road looking at this one obviously heard our, my rumors.

A wind god descended on the coup in the Holy City, and now the Red Emperor Dragon was destroyed near the northern border. Especially for the people of the Holy King, a series of amazing events happened. Its central figure is now staying in Hurnmel.

That rumor will spread in no time, even in this world without a decent medium of information, just without the Internet, television or even newspapers.

... a little alarmed. I might have seen it sweet.

Today is the day I go get my jacket I fixed.

We should disperse from Hurnmel as soon as possible, but we may no longer be able to take the streets on relaxing foot......

On that day, Ishur went to the workshop alone, but as soon as he left the Moon Cloud Pavilion, he clearly found out how the eyes of the inhabitants nestled in the streets could be directed at him.

"You should get out of the back."

At the workshop, when he left, the master of the craftsman's head or the old man of his father, who had always answered, came out of the workplace in the back and spoke to Ishur.

When I received my jacket and paid to go outside, I saw less than ten people but still stopped on the side of the road and a passerby looking towards the workshop.

You're the Wizard of the Cathedral.

"Oh, yeah. If you don't like it in the eyes, you should go home from behind."

Craftsman's head was overtly nervous and said with a pulled face.

"I'm sorry. Let me do that."

Ishur was guided by the old man and went through several rooms to the back of the workshop. Everywhere on the back of the city is the same, there are wells, there are benches, occasionally trees grow, and they are buried and cluttered with many rags.

Ishur nodded small to his parents, and when he greeted him with his eyes, he leaped without sound, disappearing beyond the red roof of the building around him.

The next morning, many more people had gathered in front of the inn.

"This is not good."

Measuring with Lucia, Mira had two carriages, one luggage and a few horses, ready for tomorrow in the course of the day, leaving the Moon Cloud Pavilion early the next morning, with few crowds, from Harnmel to Delveil.

The carriages and horseback rides were switched in alternation with each other, regardless of their subordination. Ishur also rode a horse.

Going through downtown Harnmel and out into the still shadowy streets, Mira smiled when she saw Rifia sitting next to her in the same carriage, then turned to Ishur sitting in the front.

"In Del Veil, things don't happen like Hal 'n Mel."

Indeed, in her territory, she is to stay in the castle of the Duke's house.

"Besides, I have an interesting hobby when it comes to the other side."

Lifia smiled and said too.

... What the hell did you come up with? Both of you, you're in a strange mood.

"What's that?

"Ha"

"Hehe. It's a secret."

At that time, on the roof of the carriage, a glimmer of wind blew high into the sky towards the west.

Ishur was the only one who felt it.

─ ─ What are the signs?

Mira and Rifia smiled fun at each other.