Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

I cast a spell to spit blood.

Is that why? The Spirit in front of me almost materialized and manifested its alienation.

Hard, armor-like skin. Sharp angled, raptor's head.

Spiritual, brilliant and clear beauty has no fine dust.

Inorganic eyes stare here.

Fire dragon-like wings, three fingernails with pointy feet.

Heavy, hard looking, but obviously a spirit of the wind.

...... ohhhh vica.

That's not the voice of people.

Instantly, a winter wilderness sunset spread in my mind, such a landscape.

Rough, cold winds blow on me.

The mental state of the Spirit in front of me pushes me...

No, this must have evoked distant old memories.

...... you (onkata).

... Ouch?

Armored Birdman doesn't make it slight.

For the first time, I feel like they called me by a name other than "sword."

The wilderness footage disappeared and the darkness returned at night.

"... Looks strong"

The corners of my mouth are distorted and I can see myself laughing.

Is it because you saw Lucatos, the first cat spirit? Neither was the spirit I called, in human form.

"Hehe."

A laugh went out to my voice.

... That's good.

Ishur nodded satisfactorily.

... I don't know what to look for.

Birdman's inorganic voice echoes in the back of his brain.

This is a spirit that seems to work.

"Let's hear your name first."

Ishur peeled out his white teeth, now distorted to his lips and smiled.

The fires that broke out in the city of Del Veil have greatly quenched the fire, and now the smoke of the fire is as thin as fog in the shadows of the dark and sunken city.

The screams of the impending crowd also sparked, and the late silence returned to the suburban meadows.

Somewhere far away, there's a bugging noise.

The alien spirits named themselves "Yorik".

Even Ishl can tell you are a fairly strong looking spirit. From the precedent, strong spirits are often long and difficult names to pronounce.

The spirit I summoned this time was called its appearance, the way it appeared, the dissipation of unusual magic, even the name.

Ishur, once again confirming the name of the Spirit floating in front of him, just started explaining the situation.

"The enemy belongs to the Spirit God, which is also a hunter with multiple magic implements. He's a touchy lunatic and a pretty good handyman."

Ishur lowered his voice and spoke to push slowly.

"But don't forget. The highest priority must be given to Leni's safety. Killing enemies is second, third. Do it over even if her covenant spirit, Lucatos, comes out a little. Don't deal with him."

Ishur tracked down Leni and the others to Yorik, making it a top priority to protect her from an unidentified black tip crystal counterattack, besides which he gave detailed instructions.

"If the situation makes it possible, go back to me and report it. If the enemy is not caught and keeps on fleeing to the banks of the Dylave River, it could be important. Do something then and report it to me. Shout out loud on the spot in case of a bad time or emergency. Bark."

Crossing the river Dileib and fleeing to the Grand Duchy of Alsar can be a hassle. Both Leni and the White Spike Crystal of support are naturally well aware of that. Fighting then will probably be the most intense......

Ishur stared at Yorik slightly upward with his jaw pulled. The end of my mouth is pulled up and I'm grinning thinly.

"No matter how far away you are, you should reach my ear. Right away, fly away."

Leni and the Black Spike Crystal tracking play. I was sensing that from quite a distance. That was what had appeared in my dreams. Integration with the four magic implements brings to this body the power of another dimension, just like the gods. ─ ─ Although there is no place to grasp it, it is not clearly recognizable.

……

Yorik is small and snorts silently.

"I'm not supposed to help them. I can't stand up and help you. Don't let Leni and Lucatos notice your enemies, of course. Help me. No matter what happens to anyone, ignore me and don't talk about anything."

...... Wakatta.

Birdman's, watery gemstone eyes narrowed.

"Uhm."

On several occasions, Ishur nodded satisfactorily.

Your summoned spirits may be able to sense the superficial layers of each other's minds and consciousness. Being a compatible spirit, you don't have to put it in your mouth and have a conversation to know one end of what they're thinking.

... This guy is not retarded either. It has sufficient observational and reasoning skills, is careful and combines courage.

He is an extraordinarily good spirit.

"I asked for it. If I have to, I will protect Leni even if I give you your life."

In fact, the Spirit does not die. I just won't be able to stay in this man's world for a certain period of time.

Nevertheless, I have never strictly ordered you to do so before.

...... Omakasse.

Jorik, the great spirit of the wind, lost his entity and gradually became transparent when he answered concisely without showing any upset or patrolling. At the end it left no slight magic, and disappeared into the dark.

"Hehe."

Ishur laughed thinly, feeling the wind and looking up at the western sky.

A noise roared through the far and high skies, and a breeze blew through his head a little late.

I found Yorik flying southwest at a terrible rate.

There are many clouds but the sky is bright and you can see far away.

Ishur stood at the window and looked over at the city of Delveil, which stretched beneath his eyes.

Traces of dark fires cross east-west and tear apart the city stretching north.

But when I gazed, the burn marks were scaffolded with wood as early as possible, and many craftsmen could be seen moving around irresistibly. The rebuilding of the city had already begun.

Many funds and materials had been made available to the inhabitants of the affected city by the Dielard family, the lord. Sansheila, acting castle owner, directed the reconstruction of the city by comforting and cooking out the affected inhabitants directly herself at a speed that seemed unusual.

Originally, the Lords would not be so generous as to assist the Lords to this extent. Moreover, the cause of the damage was the havoc caused by the shadow work of the Holy King's family, for which there is no direct responsibility to the Dielard family. It is enough that there may be a word or so from the House of the Holy King to the Lords and the inhabitants.

But Sansheila, acting lord, did not spend his time waiting for the royal messenger. She responded quickly, of course, for a reason. That's because the collapse or fire of the house was caused by “magic”.

The black-tipped Crystal fugitive who fled into the city of Del Veil using the inhabitants as a shield and the relentless attack of Leni's Spirit, Lucatos, caused damage to the house as well as several casualties, but the problem was clear from anyone's eyes that the damage was due to powerful magic.

For the average inhabitant, who had no decent knowledge of magic, the fact that the house had been subjected to blowing attack magic was just a phenomenal event, and it was certain that it would call for useless speculation among the inhabitants as to why Delvail had suffered such a disaster.

Eventually it will become a great anxiety and spread throughout the city, quickly expanding to all of the Duke's territory and beyond. Sansheila was afraid of it more than anything else.

There was a dispute over royalty in the Holy City, where ancient demons were summoned by the former king and wind gods descended, while the entire cathedral disappeared. In the country, the nobles, merchants, and clerics who gave (to) the former king have lost their legs one after the other.

The Holy King had not yet regained his peace from the coup d 'état ahead, and it was absolutely necessary to avoid any further upset in the country at this point.

Sansheila was there to assist the affected residents, comfort them and prevent disturbing rumors from spreading. Of course, Mira, who had returned home well to the matter, also cooperated.

She also cheered up by speaking directly to the city's inhabitants. Mira went out in front of the gathered people and, with the help of the famous wizard who had stayed in the castle, chastised and drove away the evildoers who had attacked the city, swelled the story a little and won a seat.

The princess of the Duke's house spoke before the general crowd, and so on. That was only possible at the time of the battle, but just as rumors had begun to spread that the Red Emperor dragon had been taken over in the Duke's territory, so he told Ishur with all his heart and heart the explanation that the same person who had killed the Red Emperor dragon had driven away the bad guy.

Mira's speech was effective in reducing the upset of the people's hearts and successfully preventing disturbing rumors from spreading on the Duke's territory.

Both the Duke's house and the city's inhabitants now took the form of peace of mind, but Ishur had not had a moment's peace of mind since that other night.

The black-burned scars across the city looked like their own agony.

Please wait a little longer, Ishur.

Over my shoulder, I heard Mira's soft voice.

……

Ishur took his eyes off the window and turned to her with a hard look.

"Come on, have a seat. I'll make you some tea."

Mira said with a slightly softer look than usual.

"It's time for a report from the Sacred Capital. It's been a while."

"Oh."

Ishur nodded in a low voice. of Mira's sitting bench, sitting in a chair across the street. I leaned forward and held my hands tight.

During the night of the incident, Mira was putting out an early horse to the Dielard residence in the Holy City to gather information. She said it was time for the user to return with new information.

"If we're going to rush ahead, why don't we meet the castle lord, His Highness Luffraid, when we get to the city of Soleil, or don't we, and we'll make up our minds now? You can make up your mind when you get on the ground, but it's important you don't meet Lord Soleil, okay? I need to hear your thoughts around here."

Rifia, sitting in the chair behind Mira and chasing Ishur with her eyes as she drank tea, spoke as if she could not wait.

"... eh"

Ishur said, "Wouldn't it be first to help Leni! I felt like screaming."

I thought Lifia's remarks were for everyone else, just a flimsy affair. But I soon realized it wasn't like that.

... Lifia says, "Why don't you help Leni with Luffraid, who became Grand Duke of Soleil?" The fugitive from the Black Spirit Crystal was fleeing from the Sacred Capital to the west. Needless to say, the Grand Duchy of Alsar. The traitor is about to take refuge in the country.

Then Blacktip Crystal and Leni will also have a higher official head to Soleil. Why is the land a stronghold, and the fortress is laid? This is because there are many wetlands to the Holy City and streets that can travel to and from large and small rivers, and the local ground is stable, even off the banks of the Dylave River.

In other words, from the Grand Duchy of Alsar, the most invasive crossing point to the Holy City.

The Holy King has many wetlands throughout the south and along the Dileib River in the west, the surroundings of which cannot be travelled exclusively by road. Only Soleil was connected to the Holy City by land, and it was particularly necessary to thicken the protection.

That was the same for the coast on the side of Alsar, where the wetlands, other than the one southwest of Soleil, on which the castle of the country was built, were rather wider than on the side of the Holy King.

Southwest of the forest zone with the traces of the main temple of the water, on the outer edge of its wetlands was the city of Ronay. The castle on the Grand Duchy's side is located closer to the Holy King, southeast of Ronay.

Blacktip Crystal lurked all over the city of Soleil and could not ignore the possibility, even if Soleil was a heavily guarded fortified city, of seeing a plane and crossing the river Dileib into the city of Ronay and treading into the wetlands.

While vigilance is strict, it is clear that lurking among many people and all over a city blessed with clothing and shelter also has a corresponding advantage.

"Then..."

"I don't think it's a good idea not to see you, Leflade."

Mira is rare and has told me to block Ishl.

"Aside from saying hello, I will cross your eyes without a word and enter the Grand Duchy of Alsar - even with your permission, Salomon, I may leave the cause behind later."

"Well, I guess that is"

Refia nodded heavily.

Ishur slightly lowered his face and did his hand to his chin.

... Surely Mira is right, you won't just have to crush Luffraid's face. The enemy country, the Grand Duchy of Alsar, is on its way. If you were to enter an enemy country in secret without greeting him, you would have less suspicion. Mira, nobility of the Holy King's kingdom, as well as the position of Rifia and Nina, nobility of the kingdom of Ladis in third countries, will be quite poor. Nina is the courtroom magician, and Lifia is acting as Lord Borderline. Not in a light capacity. It may even develop into a diplomatic issue between the Holy King and the Kingdom of Ladis.

Before he was the Grand Duke of Soleil, Luffraid was Salomon's brother, King's brother. Only my brother Salomon can deceive Luffraid. If that salomon sees this behavior as a problem, it will be a hassle.

If you say hello to Luffraid, on the contrary, you can expect a variety of assistance. But instead, there is a chance that this move will slip through the Grand Duchy. Soleil must have different eyes inside and outside the castle. If we get close to Luffraid, they'll notice right away.

It could be even more troublesome if Leni and the Black Spike Crystal thing is also involved there......

"You can't possibly not see His Highness. We just have to get him to try to keep it as secret as possible so we don't make a scene."

Ishur told Mira, in a stiff tone.

"Of course, Ishr."

Mira nodded with an extraordinarily gentle smile in an attempt to ease Ishur's agony.

She had shallow intimacy with Leni, as did Ishur. It was impossible not to do anything and overlook it.

"Probably tells the Grand Duke of Soleil that Lord Leni is following that shadow work. The Sacred Capital is also treading through Soleil for the traitor's escape to Arthur."

And, Refia.

"If that rebel crosses the Dylave, I'm going to be of some help too"

Nina, who stood at the window making sure she was replaced by Ishl and was looking outside, enters the conversation.

One of the rooms where everyone is gathered is the conversation room (salon) on the second floor of the castle. By the way, light tea columns on bright gray walls with relief, delicate finely crafted chairs and tables on magnificent literary carpets. Large windows face southwest from northwest. It is in a position to see the entire city of Del Vale.

"The area around Soleil is also full of wetlands and lots of water. Lord Nina will be able to show her strength..."

"You mean the escape magic that Black Spike used that night."

In response to Rifia's words, Mira called the magic of the Spirit God, who broke through Ishur's magic barrier, "escape magic". The word "escape" incorporates the meaning of the contempt of "coward". It's an honorable, aristocratic expression.

... but the opponent is a mindless shadow worker. You won't even care, such as the ridicule of others.

Nina said with a refreshing grin to Ishur, who ironically slightly distorted her lips.

"I'm confident. By the water, you can interrupt that escape magic activation."

"Hmm?"

"Hmm."

"Well, Mr. Nina"

To Nina, a rare and clear narrative, Ishur, Rifia and Mira each showed a tripartite reaction.

Lifia and Mira smiled and looked meaningful and cheerful as to whether there were any verses that came to mind, against Ishur, who had just shown some admiration.

"Lord Nina seems to know."

Lifia giggles and smiles at Nina. Mira smiled too.

"What?"

Only Ishur doesn't know, and looks over at the Ninas in awe.

"Shield, shadow."

Like Ishur and Nina until now, Sharka, standing by the window on the west side and looking out, turned around and talked. I used to call Ishur "the one with the magic of gold," but when I heard other golden spirits say Shield Lord or Shield Master, I recently started to call him "Shield Master" in the same way. I guess it's still better to be short and easy to say, but then I'm not sure why I initially called you "the one with the golden magic equipment" there. Because it is the covenant spirit of Mira, close to Ishur, or it is not clear.

"Shadow..."

"To activate the magic of that Spirit God, you will also need your own shadow in addition to the magic fixture"

"I think that magic is activated by stepping on the shadow of the operator himself. It's going to jump into its own shadow."

"Aim for the moment when he steps on his own shadow. The bottom of the shadow is with the darkness of that old magician's curse. The moment you blend into the shadows must be defenseless and very unstable"

When Ishur whined a word, he went on to say it so that Sharka, Mira and Rifia could wear it.

"Oh, I see"

Ishur nodded several times there, grinning.

… is it different? It's true that Ninjutsu had similar moves.

"We just have to obstruct the shadow from turning into magic. But what happens at night?

At night, depending on your age and weather, you may not be able to shadow. That's the same even during the day. On cloudy or rainy days, there are times when the shadows are not clearly visible.

"At night, all the darkness that leads to your own shadow can be a door, don't you think? It must be magic you use at night."

"Hmm."

Ishur put his hand on his jaw and let his gaze drift across the universe.

... There are some similarities to the magic that Salomon used to read people's minds. That was also the magic fixture of the Spirit God.

"It doesn't matter if it's night or day or if it's a shadow that falls on the water"

If you magically scratch the water, the shadows will be disturbed and you will no longer be able to travel very much.

"Even at night, you can erase the shadows around the operator. With the magic of fire."

"Are you creating multiple fireballs to shine light from all directions? If we do this right, the shadows will disappear."

Lifia also put her hand on her chin and let her gaze drift like Ishur.

"That's right. With multiple light sources, you can erase shadows that fall to the ground."

... Even if it couldn't be completely erased, that metastatic magic wouldn't be activated if it were too thin to be visible. It is the magic of the Spirit God. There will be a lot of things that are not user-friendly.

Yeah, speaking of user-friendliness......

"I thought that when that magic was activated, I could interrupt it by shooting the magic of gold into the shadows."

"Neither do I. If the magic of shadow trampling is to cast a spear into the shadow, we thought,"

Mira and Rifia went on to share their ideas as Ishur tried to speak out the doubt.

"Looks like we can get in the way of that."

Nina nods in a good mood.

... That's exactly what "Ninja how many times" is. Perhaps Nina is right, the way Mira and Refia do things will work. But......

"Speaking of which, naturally, that magic can specify the destination."

It's obvious, so I overlooked it, but whatever it is, it's the magic of the Spirit God. Are there more, unexpected, cumbersome restrictions imposed on magic activation?

"Destination, is it?

"You can move what you want, can't you? Meaning."

Nina puts her index finger on her cheek and puts her doubts in her mouth. Metastasis, the term is not commonly used.

"... I guess I can travel anywhere with shadows, but I can't decide in detail where to go, and I'm pretty sure I can't travel long distances"

Lifia thought and said as she chose the words.

"That's what Spirit God magic equipment is all about"

"Once used on that, it drains quite a bit, and I don't think it can be used continuously. If it was easy to use again and again, and if you could travel long distances, the thief would have fled to Alsar early and couldn't even trace it."

"Hmm."

Ishur nodded contentedly.

... more or less, the metastatic magic that can break through any barrier is unconditional, and if it is freely usable, it is absolutely undefeated, becoming a substitute for being able to shoulder with God's magic equipment.

But if it's blurry, it's certain that Black Spike will escape to the Grand Duchy. That means Leni failed in his pursuit, which is not very tolerable.

Ishur looked around with him and finally saw Mira's face and said:

"Of the magic of shadow treading, I'm sure of the wickedness of use, but still I can't be alarmed. Let's leave for Soleil without waiting to be used from the Holy Capital. Somewhere, can you arrange for me to meet you on the way?

· To help Leni, leave Del Veil without waiting for the end of the rainy season and head to Soleil.

· Using the shadow work of the Duke of Dielard family, we will continue to gather information about the Black Spike Crystal and the Leni in the Sacred Capital and Soleil during the journey.

· Take care to make the Grand Duchy of Alsar as unknown as possible that he is about to cross the river Dileib and infiltrate the country.

· Meet Ruffraid confidentially and beg for help in tracking Leni and infiltrating Alsar. A messenger will be set up in Soleil in advance to convey our hopes.

"Is this what you decided to do"

That afternoon, Ishur caught Romir cleaning his bedroom and showed him a piece of paper noting his decision with the Miras in the colloquial room (salon).

"Yeah, well, I bet Ceria and Noctua have the same explanation for Mira and Rifia, respectively."

"Okay."

Romir nodded in a whisper, turning to Ishur and telling him to drop his voice even more and whisper.

"Actually, there's something I'd like to show Mr. Ischl."

"What?"

"This is it."

So Romir took the fine silk sachet out of his nostalgia and picked one of the rings from inside to show it.

Nothing in particular, it's a silver ring of Tang Grass relief.

"Whoa."

But Ishur immediately felt something and shouted in surprise.

"Magic equipment? of the wind…"

"Yeah. They told me not to use it until it was a time of need, but that's right, Mr. Ishl. I didn't know that day would come so soon."

"What the fuck?"

"You can really do a lot of adventures with Mr. Ishl, can't you?"

……

Ishur looked down and glanced at Romir.

"Was this also given to Salia and Noctua?"

The source is Evan or Mary, which means they were specially given to us by the Ladis royal family anyway.

"Yes. So from now on, I think it will be solid and helpful to the rough"

"Yeah."

... not just the three merits so far. I suppose this procedure contemplates an assignment to the Holy Kingdom. Now the relations between the two countries are in a state of well-being, but we do not know what will happen after we have travelled to Alsar. I've never been cautious.

Ishur grinned as he nodded, hitting Romir on the shoulder.

Then a few days later, early morning with light rain.

The Ishurs left Del Veil on one line and headed for Soleil.

"Be careful. Mira, please."

"Neither do I. Regards, Mira."

Before leaving, Ishur was grabbed by Sansheila and her daughter's son-in-law, Cleto, and asked to talk about Mira.

Mira and the Duke family had spent the past few days in the Holy City and Soleil, releasing shadow work around the neighborhood and gathering information on whether there had been any anomalies. Lucia, a maid and escort with Mira, had also disappeared somewhere.

Unfortunately, there had been no similar disturbances in the neighborhood since that night when Leni and Blacktipped Crystal had their tracking play. Their news was unknown.

At the north gate of the unbroken castle, there was a small caravan waiting outside who led several luggage horses. All the women, even Mira, put her hair together and wore the hood of her coat deep, in discreet attire. Ishur and Romir joined the mercenaries as escorts, and the women joined the caravan as accompanying pilgrims and their daughters.

On rainy days there are no people in the streets, and no one uses crossings.

The Ishurs crossed rivers and marshes, traveled on foot through the streets, stayed in villages with a line of pedestrians, took the Holy King's kingdom southwest and took a narrow road to Soleil.

On the fourth day after leaving Del Veil, I plugged into the marshy village of Carpini, and came across a strange one.

We took a long break in the shade during the day, avoiding rain, so we arrived in the village later than planned and it was going to be half past night.

As the sun set and the darkness covered the night, Ishur felt the signs of a blast of fire at the end of the street, in the direction of Karpini, and the way many people screamed and ran around.

The Spirit of the Wind on Leni's escort, from Yorik, hasn't heard from him in the past few days.

"I'll see how it goes first. Everybody stay put, on foot."

Ishur looked around and said as he advanced in front of the line. Some of them are genuine merchants who do business in the Duke's territory.

"Will Rifia alone, come around from the south side and hold off the west side of the village? You can delay a little, so keep your magic active to a minimum."

... the Spirit uses magic to find out where he is. Even if you suppress magic, use a rifia with enough combat and manoeuvre to hold back.

"Okay. Let it go."

Lifia was in a good mood and replied forcefully.

And instantly, he disappeared from the side of the road into the darkness.

Ishur began to go straight down the road, not least as she followed her disappeared end with her eyes.

Without using the magic of Nelly's bracelet acceleration, he modestly increased his speed with an assist of wind all over his body, and on his way from the streets, then into the deep reed plains.

He created a small, pointy barrier of wind magic ahead of him, and kept running left and right through reeds that appeared continuously in front of him.

I could barely hear a swinging reed or a bug, blocked by the wind flow. Or maybe a heavy night feeling with moisture will crush every sound.

Still, I won't let the wind and earth's magic sensing deceive me. As we approached, the condition of the village became more detailed. The villagers go out the door and flee, and the robbers surround the village chief's house or around the mansion. I haven't kept the fire. But all the thieves seem to have pine lights. It's only a matter of time before the village is engulfed in fire.

Stop at the outer edge of the settlement and gaze from the shadow of the house toward the village chief's house.

A red flame lights up the darkness at night with moisture. The screams of crude men echo spookily.

I don't see the villagers, but I feel signs in the houses.

This situation doesn't seem to have anything to do with Leni or Blacktip Crystal.

… something subtle, weird air.

"Is that it? One legged?... pirate."

No, because the sea is not close, the one called River Thief?

The head of the bandit, illuminated by the pine lights, was a one-legged man with a rugged prosthetic leg of a single stick. A horrible shadow that sifted everyone's fears shook up in a red flame.

"Lu's, John Silver?

Ishur laughed low and suddenly flew into the dark night. I don't hide magic anymore.

A magical wind rips off the heavy night chi. The earlobes were plundered by the high wind.

We go into the middle of the bandits and descend into the front of the mansion. Avoid solidifying and exhausting in wind junctions. I don't want to involve villagers lurking indoors.

"Whoa."

"What?"

The wind blows and I hear the men shocking. The headliner is approaching.

"Oh."

The bandit's head raised an exclamation with a pine flame over Ishle for some reason.

"Ishur! Long time no see."

"Huh?"

Ishur was stunned when he saw the man's face, and he stood still.

What a bandit of prosthetic legs, John Silver of Land, was one of the King's brothers and Grand Duke of Soleil, Luffraid Orst.