Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

The tiny vibrations of the carriage's wheels overlap the sound of the horseshoes between them.

It's like someone's playing with a percussion.

ragged, poka, poka, poka, shash......

But unfortunately, there's no melody there.

Instead, something so beautiful that it sounds like it's going to sound right in front of you.

The sunlight plugging into the dim car brings up the girls' faces vividly.

... really, aren't you going to hear the god of beauty sing?

Ishur smiled bitterly, staring at Rifia and Mira sitting face to face.

I hope you don't keep it up and are just beautiful.

Both of them have weighed in and said, "I have a secret, interesting taste". It's never happened before.

Side by side, stealing a look at Nina's face sitting next to her.

……

Of course, I can't be sure. But from the look on her face, this time I don't know, I don't seem to have made any unilateral arrangements for women...

Nina simply has a look of doubt. I don't know what Lifia's “hobby” is.

"What would it be...... Hmm," he murmurs, blushing.

"It's been fun since we got to Del Vale."

Mira had the same grin as usual, she looked.

But in its narrowed eyes, that disturbing colour, which I have seen several times before, is hidden. I feel that way.

……

When she looks like this, she makes so much noise afterwards that it's hard to say, but this time she felt a different, shitty vibe again.

When I look at Refia, she turns away too. She looks out the window and doesn't seem willing to talk about anything. I can see a slight, slight smile on that lip.

... The girl's smile is always filled with an incredible mystery...

The sound of a horseshoe, the vibration of the wheels, strikes my heart straight.

I'm really going to hear the god of beauty's, no, more horrible, even some singing.

Ishur felt her chest squeeze clearly.

A few days into the calm woodlands, a line arrived in Delvair, on the Duke of Dielard's territory, with the main castle.

The streets stretched out of Harumel, which the Ishurs came by, are called the same streets of Delbert in the Duke's territory as the names of their capitals.

The street is downtown Del Veil and connects with the Sacred Capital, the North Avenue connecting Robano and Theodore. In other words, from the north street to the two strands, the road that divides east towards Harnmel becomes Delvair Avenue.

The city of Del Baer developed as an accommodation town where the main streets of the Holy King's kingdom branch before it was the capital of the Duke of Dielard. The city therefore formed an elongated and downtown north and south, mainly along the north streets, with a focus on the branches of the north and del Baer streets. Castel del Baer is on the eastern side of downtown, somewhat further south on the mountain, and no walls exist to defend the city itself. It was a city that developed after the demise of the ancient Urk kingdom, after the end of the era of war.

When, and by whom, as soon as the Ishurs entered the city of Delveil, a horseback squad of about ten Duke Knights was waiting to greet them with a line.

Throughout the city he was exposed to the curiosity of many and entered the castle of Delbert under the leadership of the Knights.

The city is not that big of a city. There was also the vibrancy characteristic of the accomodation town, but the streets attracted a flourishing roof of red and orange colours, with spicy buildings of stone piles, bricks and bright white western lacquer, as if it were a country of gaga (fairies), strongly under the impression of calm and rustic, rather the opposite of the businessness.

And the curiosity was clear, and the Ishurs saw a line of lanes, but there was no one to make a fuss, and to stand.

"Hmm. The city and the people, it feels good. Crops are well made this year, including wheat. And."

Rifia, who was looking out the window, was there, waving on to Ishl.

"Mira's house lays down good governance."

Ishur smiled bitterly and complained so.

All the inhabitants of Del Veil had a flamboyant bright face, and I couldn't be afraid to look at the line of the Isles carriages and the Knights, I could even feel the air welcoming the guests of the Lords, not just the main source of interest.

"Well, ho ho"

Mira laughed with her left hand's back against her palate, letting the city's inhabitants wave her hand through the window.

……

How much I could see from the outside, it was just that, not a small cheer from the crowd around me.

"Wow. That's Mira."

... she is, so to speak, the idol of the city's inhabitants, or the object of worship. Such air was also felt among the servants and soldiers of the Duke's residence in the Holy City.

Refia reacted instantly as Ishur raised his admiration seriously.

"Hmm. Lord Mira seems as popular with the inhabitants as I am"

What the hell is it? Lifia had also lost to Mira and had a shapely nose.

A line went south through the city, climbing its gentle mountains east of the street, and entering the castle from a castle gate only one on the south side of the castle.

The castle gate was opened from the beginning, and when I went inside, the grassland was spreading with nothing. The perimeter was surrounded by walls and, if you look well, there were traces of the foundations and wells of old buildings in the grass bushes.

"This place is now being used as a squad yard. There used to be armouries and stables."

... According to Mira's description, at the time, there was a defensive base in the outer contour with multiple castle towers, the Maru. The south side of the castle is connected to a steep hill, so it would have been a natural preparation. It is also unnecessary when the national circumstances of the Holy King and neighbouring countries enter a period of stability, and now it is like a vacant land.

As the Ishurs stepped out of the carriage and walked behind the castle, toward the inner state, from the castle gate building in the front, three men and women appeared of high stature who followed several guards, and then Ishur also had a familiar face and appeared.

"Welcome to Dielard's castle. It's a pleasure to meet one of the best heroes on the continent."

... Ha, it's kind of hard.

Sansheila Dielard, acting castle owner, has cleverly bowed her head to Ishur with her hips back to her right hand against her chest.

"Excessive words, I'm afraid. I'm Ishr Bersch. I'll take care of you for a while, thank you."

Sansheila hits Mira's father, Ordino's sister, or aunt. A fluffy, soft, seemingly good-looking lady, but still invisible to the general population, with a unique elegance.

Ishur was also face-to-face with many nobles, lords and others, and had acquired their courtesy, but he did not do anything to easily imitate the aristocratic class's manners, also through his own way of mixing the manners elements of previous life.

I'm from a rural country, and I can't help but look at the upper-class courtesy of form. I thought it would still be better to behave as if I had worn modern Japanese business manners from before I was born.

Its simplicity, modern tricks and behaviors (of previous life) have attracted the interest of those around it, but Ishur's unfamiliar tricks and rhetoric still caught Sansheila's eye.

……

"Auntie, it's been a while."

For a moment, Mira barely cracked into Sansheila, who made her smiled face strong.

"Nice to meet you, castle lord. The Kingdom of Ladis is the Lords' deputy of Alva, Rifia Behm."

Refia also greets me to fold up.

"Well, Mira. Looking good, anyway. And then."

Sansheila returned to a soft smile and turned her face to Rifia.

"You are the arrow of the Martial God of the Kingdom of Ladis." You are truly beautiful. Nice to meet you. "

Next Nina, then Romir greeted on behalf of her squire, but Sansheila did not scratch her soft expression all the time, and the face to face of the Duke's castle owner deputy and a row on the side of the Kingdom of Ladis proceeded with extreme moderation.

─ ─ Take a peek at Ishur.

"As rumors have it, you're very different. Special."

Sansheila was followed by an exchange of greetings with her son Cleto and his wife, Amada.

A slightly fat young man, Cleto, who also had a gentle appearance, whispered so in Ishur's ear, but the person answered nothing and flushed silently with a smile.

Intentionally showing a trick no one knows and wrapping it in smoke had recently been transformed into Ishur's so-called sacrificial technique.

Being a great hero of noise all over the continent, Ishur was snuggly sick of following the line of beauties every time he met people and getting troublesome questions. So I just flushed the spot and was committed to cutting it up early.

... Except for this last guy.

Ishur stood in front of a man with a long, tidy appearance, who would refrain behind the Sansheilas.

"It's been a while, hasn't it? I can't believe I'm seeing you here again."

I say, to the inner castle gate behind the man, for a moment in the shadow of that iron door, I turn my eyes.

Behind the door, there was a sign of someone.

"Hey, long time no see. Lord Ishur."

A deliberate smile appears on his stern, black-baked face.

"Uh, you mean coming home from the Holy Capital and now territorial packing, Mr. Dario"

... Dario is a little distracted, playful middle-aged man. This man is the Knight Commander of the Duke's House, but he is also a hand-finished swordsman with the magic of the Martial God.

Indeed, before, Mira had heard from the Duke's Knights that the Commander and Deputy Commander were alternating directions every few years between the Mansion of the Holy Capital and the Del Veil of the Territory. Dario now directs the Knights of the Territory, it will be.

"When did the Knights chief come back?

Before Dario could answer anything, Mira called.

"Ha, my lady. It was about the first month ago.

The chief of the knights changed his voice in a harsh manner, and began to correct his prestige and greet him with perseverance.

"The princess is in a good mood today..."

"What about your wife? You must have come home with me, right?

Mira also blocked the chief of the knights and said in a grunting voice.

Ishur also quickly ran his gaze towards the door of the castle gate again.

"How is Rabena"

"Ha"

When Dario grinned bitterly at Mira and Ishur's question, he turned to the door of the castle gate.

"Come on, Rabena. Don't be shy, come out."

... well.

Ishur narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Dario's face once again.

It's a lovely tone that I'm used to.

Rabena is a wind wizard who was at Emilia-led Hunter's party. He was married to a lord's house in the mountains, but there he murdered his husband and fled to the Basilica of Adele in the Holy Capital, killing all of his husband's clans, who were the culprits. Beauty, but no, because of her beauty, she was a woman who had been bitter and sour.

……

The lavena dyed her cheeks and her husband prompted her to come out the back of the door.

"Oh."

"Well, Mr. Rabena!

Mira, and Lucia raised her voice of surprise.

"Hey, congratulations"

Ishur looked at Rabena and smiled, with a rare and flamboyant, gentle face.

"Thank you, Mr. Ischl"

Rabena put her hand on her big, swollen stomach with a slightly shameful grin.

... I've seen it several times since my previous life, the face of a happy woman.

Rabena had a spilling grin, full of joy.

"From a doctor's point of view, they'll have it as early as next month."

Cleto, who hits Mira's cousin, Son of Sansheila, who was introduced earlier, said.

"Hey, I'm glad to hear it, Mr. Dario (this little evil jerk. Really, you're fast)"

"No, no, thanks. Lord Ishur (Rabena is very happy now. I don't have the muscles to tell you anyway)"

Ishur and Dario exchanged sarcasm and murmurous rewards in their minds, ostensibly.

"Hmm. No, I want to be as happy as you are soon, too"

"Well, so am I. Oh ho ho."

……

Rifia came from behind, showering Ishur with a mighty knife. Then Mira, too. Nina just dyes her face red and can't say anything.

Ishur froze and solidified his expression in an instant. Dario also feels murderous or makes his whole body stiff instead of laughing at Isul like that.

"Phew."

Rabena made the grin filled with faces even brighter and gave her a bounced voice.

The facade of the Duke's house in Del Veil and a line of greetings from the Ishurs also ended, each guided to the rooms of the main building of the castle, and the dinner party was held that night.

"It's a good place, isn't it? It's quiet. Even compared to Frontera, the wind feels kind of soft at night."

Ishur came back to his room after dinner. Looking out at the window, Romir, who was fixing his sleeping quarters, spoke.

"It's south of here. The wind is soft because, in addition to the temperature, the humidity is high."

"What, yeah?

Romir speaks baffled by unheard words such as “temperature” and “humidity”.

"When the warmth of this wind begins to change, summer is over. The rainy season in the south also ends. It's time to head to Soleil."

"Oh. Yes, that's right"

Romir nodded firmly and with all his strength this time.

……

Ishur once again glanced out the window at night into the darkness.

A thin cloud floating in the night sky is watermarked and blurred by moonlight.

The trees and meadows, lit by its slightest light and spread beneath its eyes, can be seen as houses lined up along the streets, rising from the bottom of darkness.

As we follow the invisible, distant sky-blowing wind, everything that exists on earth, the sound of leaf rubbing and the noise of night birds, the breath of those who rush the night lane - plunders through our hearts.

At its bottom, the slight signs and slight movements of waters and rare ore flowing underground flash through the brain for a moment, glowing and glowing like heaven.

When the magic of the wind overlaps with the perception of the magic of the earth, of the fire, of the gold, we see that the reality in front of us gradually integrates with the mind and mind of the self.

Along the way, all of a sudden, the power of new world-creation is expressed. All magic, no. It's the power to perceive and control all events.

Right in front of me, the closer I can reach, the closer I am now.

… I'm sure that when the power is in your hands, the Sun God will reveal himself in front of the Moon God.

On the same spot as them, you will stand on the mound.

Almost there. All we have to do is “water”.

"Quiet, peaceful night"

Ishur closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.

"I'm going to bed, Romir."

"Yes, Mr. Ischl. I'll go to bed, too. Good night."

"Oh, good night"

Romir held Ishl's dressed clothes and left the room.

For some time after he fell asleep that night, Ishur felt some light in his dreams, its brightness, a fierce movement.

... Not the voice of a night bird, not the brilliance of an ore. Something that happened somewhere far away......

When I woke up the next morning, I couldn't remember exactly what happened in the middle of the night and what I felt. I woke up in a dream, I thought that's what I dreamed.

That made it worse.

Not enough to feel bored or lonely.

Street lodging A small bird sleigh that can play around the hall in the hustle and bustle that rises from town to hill castle. And a number of wind sounds blowing through the high sky.

Classy female castle owner Sansheila and her family, and Mira. To your sweet Nina, this is also a beautiful girl Lifia if you're a big girl. All those who served the Duke's house were also serene, and their rest in Del Veil was full of peace.

Beginning in the morning for horseback riding, we went for a sneak stroll to the nearby cities and ranches, making it easy for those who stayed in the castle for lunch, and making dinner just a little lively with more people. At night he fell in love with the view from the heights and turned his thoughts to the starry sky for a long time.

One day, Ishur was invited by Mira and Rifia at his breakfast table for a stroll in the wilderness that stretched out on the east side of the city.

"Shall we go away for a little while today? Ishur."

Same casual words as always. But there's a cold, stuck thing lurking deep inside it.

Ishur felt it clearly.

"Let me go too"

Lifia surrounding the table along with casually, briefly said.

From time to time, knives and two-stranded forks make a high noise with the clatter.

……

Mira and Rifia's gaze instantly runs to Nina.

No way, you two can't fail to notice her gaze, but her eyes remain on the breakfast plate. Nobody, nobody even sees Ishr's face.

Sansheila continues to have a fun conversation with her son and his wife.

It's a freaky bard's frigid little twat that showed up in Del Vale last month. I haven't noticed the subtle air of the Ishurs.

"Hehe. Fine."

... Nina and I have already colluded.

Ishur glanced sideways slightly at Nina, who was blurry, smiling and nodding slightly at Mira and Lifia.

When I left Harnmell to escape at night, Mira and Rifia talked to me in the carriage, and it was an "interesting hobby” that invited me.

Slight discomfort, planted in the usual conversation. This delicate, tense air clearly taught me that.

The three men, Ishur, Mira and Rifia, slowly enjoyed tea after breakfast and left the castle before noon to descend into the city. Nina, of course, did not follow, nor did the Romyrs accompany her.

As far as possible not to be seen by the city's inhabitants, the three crossed the streets east, aiming at the constant moments of the street, through the city, beyond a stretch of hills spreading in fields and pastures, and eventually came to the unpopular, totally wooded, dotted wilderness.

... the air has changed.

Ishur shook his eyes only firmly left and right as he followed them.

Northerly winds blow through the hills, cooler than thoughts. The surrounding grass bushes, the distant trees, are making uninterrupted leaf sounds.

The wide sky is lined with a number of large clouds, blowing south at visible speeds. When it comes to summer platters, Yang somehow leans west early and is starting to turn red.

A green earth that forms an infinite hue. In the clouds, a summer sky with slightly red colours.

And two girls going forward.

Everything in sight dazzles Ishl with exquisite equilibrium.

In the midst of that pain, we see a slight anomaly hidden deep in the field.

Unnaturally swamped meadows. Strange trees with large and small branches bent over them, with glimpses in the woods. What the hell happened, the rolling little chunk of iron in the grass bushes.

Mira and Rifia limp their hair in the transverse wind and even walk silently. Ishur doesn't say anything either.

When I glanced far forward, one neglected, big figure appeared, hiding in their shadows.

Sharka looked horizontally at the western sky, which began to stain red.

When Mira and the others approached her, she turned with her usual faceless face, greeting her, saying nothing but placing her right hand on her abdomen.

Then only that part of the maid's clothing she was wearing disappeared and became transparent, removing a long sword shining silver from her abdomen as if she were an odd magician.

The stabbing crucifix sword was the object of Refia. She has never been hipster.

Sharka threw the sword at Rifia.

"Well.... Hmm. You're calm, Ishr."

Rifia was a familiar hand, and when she grabbed Sharka's thrown sword of stripping, she tipped her neck slightly to Ishl and let her smile.

"This field has been a place where me and Sharka have been inspiring magic training since we were kids."

Mira smiles at Ishl too.

"If we get this far away from the city, no one will notice."

"Really?

Ishur also smiles back at the two of them.

"If Mira uses magic flashy, she'll look like a city person, too?

"That's not true."

Mira put her one-handed back to her mouth and gave a gentle laugh. Sharka turns around behind her.

"Everyone in the city just wonders if it's the usual lightning strike."

"Ha, thunder. That's horrible."

Ishur muttered in her mouth so that she could not hear her.

Next to it, Lifia's slightly obstinate voice.

"Just notice? Not funny."

She regained her sword and, shaking it a few times, pointed that cut at Ishl.

"O my Spirit, give me the power of steel..."

"My God, Vilodo. Fit the armor of the iron heart into one with me..."

Behind her, Mira and Sharka begin to cast that, special spell.

followed by a brilliant flash. “Armor of the Iron God" where Sharka disappears and is revealed for a moment.

The armor also becomes a lump of transparent light into the universe and deforms, covering Mira's entire body. And instantly they became one. There was one beautiful and horrible female knight, dressed in golden, shining full-body armor, standing there.

"Ishur, you haven't summoned the Spirit since you left Sonneto village, have you?

Refia did not pay any attention to Mira's transformation and said with a frontal look at Ishur.

"Oh."

Ishur's grin deepens.

"This trip is certainly less dangerous. But I was wondering if you'd call me the Spirit of the Wind."

The tip of the sword pointing at Rifia twitched and reflected the sunlight sparklingly.

"A little, I've changed. I don't know what to say...... After I shot the Red Emperor Dragon and got the magic fixture of fire, little by little, my senses sharpened again..., I began to feel all kinds of signs and even things like omens"

Ishur spoke waving in an obscure manner.

"Hmm. Is that heterogeneous feeling the same as it was before this?"

"Grass, right?"

Mira also advances in and joins the conversation.

... What she's saying is when she “put her hand” on the power of world creation in the meadows. That's when I said "grass" to everyone and deceived them. I lied that it was because of the heat in the middle of summer.

No, something similar? Even though it takes time, it makes the world appear itself.

"Oh, right. So this time we decided we didn't have to be so vigilant yet, and we didn't have to use the help of the Spirit."

"... ugh. My dear Ishur has finally become a human. It's no different from the Spirit."

Lifia deliberately raised her hands and shook her neck left and right.

"No, that's not true."

I'm human. Remains weak. To the moon god, I'm scared of what's going to happen. I'm afraid someone will lose their lives again.

"Ishur, it's time to try whether your words are humble or not."

… this is the “interesting hobby”.

You two wanted to make it clear again what the new “divine business” I had in my hands was. If you're going to walk and fight, naturally, it's something you need to know.

"We've been working out here for a while now, haven't we? I felt it somehow."

I guess I was careful not to change the terrain. That was the ground, and the twisted trees of the branches were scattered around them.

"So far from the castle, you know what I mean?... Ha. You can't hide anything from Ishr anymore."

Lifia's eyes add shine somehow. Mira stares at me behind it......

They're both building expectations about what's going to happen.

Refia re-gripped the pattern of the sword. Mira also pulls out her long sword. Her sword is slightly thicker than Refia's.

"So shall we get started? Do you mind, Ishr?"

At that moment Mira smiled, a mighty stream of light covered her vision.

A bright red flash thrust through your whole body and a golden magic glare at your eyes.

Red is Refia's, gold is Mira's magic. It's a hell of a fight.

"Knock."

"Mmm!"

The struggle, no, the tip of the magic, is still and trembling on Ishl's chest. Mira and Rifia's, two swords are about to pierce Ishur's heart.

The two are eating their teeth and roaring, pouring their full strength on the tip of their swords. But the braided junction of Ishur's wind, fire, earth and gold magic prevents him from moving forward.

... Until now, it's the same as then.

Once, when I duelled at the Rifia and Dielard mansions that came to the Holy Capital, I put up a fence with the magic of the wind to prevent her from attacking.

And this time Mira is added, so the power is doubling...

This is not the same protection as then.

The three powerful magic powers that bump into each other are blowing on all sides with the kind of momentum that breaks through heaven and earth, but somehow it disappears and disappears like the wind, without ever wearing the sky or shredding the earth, as it dissolves in the universe along the way.

... No matter how powerful the magic, no matter what it is, it doesn't work for my kingdom any more than being “foreign”. This is equivalent to the power of God, even if it is a sledge.

"Hehe."

"Can't you still break this guy's wall of magic?"

The two, who were bumping into each other with all their might, looked at each other slightly out of strength there, grinning and nodding at the same time.

So again, unleash even more powerful magic.

"Yikes!

Mira poked her sword out and made a cry she'd never heard before.

Sparks scatter from the blade tip, the ambient air vibrates and distorts the statue.

And, Refia backed off and threw her own sword away.

"Let's go!

That's where Refia screams so she can roar.

Both eyes connect and the red magic increases the glow.

"Hey, hey."

Mira pulled herself together.

At the next moment, only that sword is left and Mira disappears. The magic of gold concentrates on the tip of the blade. And, Lifia felt silent and kicked it in the soles of her feet in the pattern of her sword.

For a moment, Ishur's junction sways slightly.

At the same time that the magical piercing power of gold was extinguished with criticality, countless flashes were emitted and the magic of the martial arts burst.

Some of the magic of Refia bounced back and blew herself backwards, which God's kingdom could not erase.

……

Just a little, shaken.

Nothing else happened.

A vast amount of magic disappeared from sight, and the battle was instantly over.

Slightly late, the noise crosses the evening clouds like far lightning.

Mira and Rifia, it's the sound of two magic.

Ishur did not move a single frown, and solved God's cause.

"No grass, no evening sky, nothing changes. All that magic was unleashed, and there was a bump."

Mira, who had fallen to the ground, raised her torso and looked around and said:

"This is the power of Ishr..."

"Hmm."

From the grass bushes a little further away, I can hear Rifia groaning.

"The moment Mira stabbed her sword with all her might, did Refia kick it and push it further"

Ishur woke up Mira and asked the two of them before returning to the castle after she had passed through Rifia.

"Yes."

"The moment I let go of my sword, I added the power of Mr. Riffia."

"I see."

I glance at some Spirit God magic implements and other special examples, basically other than God's magic implements, the magic of different lineages cannot be used at the same time. Or I can't synthesize it.

The moment Mira "let go" of her sword, Rifia tapped into the power of the martial arts arrows at the perfect time.

"Is that the result of our secret training?"

… they used the strongest “power” they could think of to test my new divine cause.

Ishur looked up at the red-burning sunset and immediately turned to Rifia and Mira and smiled.

The sun set on the horizon dazzled me.

I bathed in the sun and both of my faces were shining.