Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

I tied the string of leather boots I got new, and when I stood up, my mother called out.

"Ishur, take this with you"

Lucy was wearing it on her right hand pharmacopoeia, and she took off the ring and offered it.

It is fitted with a complex mixture of colors, like opal, glittering by the way. It's what she always put on.

"This is it. My grandmother gave it to me when I was getting married. It's an exorcism ring. It will protect you from all bad luck."

Is that like a magic appliance, too?

Somehow from the stone of the ring, it doesn't feel like I feel slight signs of something...

But I don't need it anymore. I want my mother to have it as it is if it really works.

"Fine. 'Cause it's okay."

Smile as much as you want and hold on to reassure my mother a little.

"My mother had it."

I grabbed her hand gently with both hands giving her the ring and pushed it back.

Ishur left the house with Lucy and Lucell and headed towards the Bersch family.

Els has already been to the Bersch family early in the morning and has begun packing wheat and liquor to be delivered to the village men and the barons, woodwork and fox and bear fur to be sold to merchants in the village of Ceuta, and incensed cattle and bird meat.

The sky is clear with no clouds. A pleasant breeze springs through the still unplugged wheat fields. The three people who walk with them walk silently through it.

Ishur glanced at Melillah's house, visible on his left hand side. After the wheat harvest began, the study group before noon was closed. The busy day ensued, and it came to this day without ever taking place. It was also when the harvest began that the story of Ishur leaving the village became known throughout the village. I haven't talked to Melilla about anything since then.

I saw it a lot in the distance when I was out in the field, but unlike before, I felt kind of avoided, so I couldn't come over here and talk to him. I tried to speak directly to him about going to Melilla's house and leaving the village, but I couldn't do that either. I ran away.

The study group was probably just a name, and I chatted a lot with Melilla until then, who was here to see me, and taught her to study better than Lucell. I think I could have treated you quite gently. But when I heard about her suddenly leaving the village, didn't she feel distrustful before anything else? You taught me to study gently, and I talked to you a lot, why? and.

Or was it merely a reversal of my guilt that I felt avoided by her?

Melilla is Melilla, and maybe she's afraid to meet and talk to me.

Packing was still taking place in the square of the Bersch family hall. The voices of the powerful men echo around. Several packed cars have been moved to the village square at the end of the building.

Else and Isaac are all mixed up in the men stuck in the luggage truck. Isaac found Ishur and came close.

Ishur, stay well.

"Oh, and Isaac"

Isaac nodded one thing, pissing off his shoulders, showing him his habit, his jaw-drawing gesture as much as he wanted when he was indulging in something, his mouth shut and he said in a small voice to the outing.

"Leave Melilla alone."

"What? Ooh, ooh."

Isaac.

Faro and Ektor stood in front of the mother house, so it was already done the other day, but I went to say hello again.

"Thank you for taking care of me for so long"

…

I stretched my spine in a slightly altered way, and when I said it with my head properly lowered, they are both flabbergasted.

"Ishur, what's wrong? When did you get that courtesy?

"It's like a deacon who serves the nobility of the king's capital."

Are you out of control? I did it the way it was back in my life.

"You really have been a strange one since you were a little girl. It's still in your head."

Deceiving what he wanted to call a magic fixture, Farro glanced at Ishl,

"Even if you go to Ellistar, don't encourage them to study business properly. Don't stick your neck in a boring thing."

"I wish Sir Behm still had a handout. I might have recommended you around the seminary in Wangdu," Ektor said.

Behm is the name of Uncle Borderline's family. I don't expose myself to studying theology, but if the magic apparatus I'm assimilating with myself now has a strong relationship with Yveda, the god of wind, sooner or later there will be a time to find out more.

Greeting Faro and Ektor, and also speaking to face-to-face acquaintances in the other villages, Ishur followed the memorable Bersch family hall about the last luggage after packing.

Luci and Lucell followed us for a while even as we entered the streets heading to the village of Ceuta. There were fewer houses that seemed dotted in the fields that lasted forever.

It's time to say goodbye.

Ishur spoke to her mother.

"You can come here now. Mother."

"Yeah. Take care, take care of your body"

Else, who was lying next to her tearful mother, held her shoulder.

Ishur placed his hand on Lucell's head,

"We'll beat your father and mother. Don't forget to study."

Lucell is not crying. It felt as if I didn't understand what was going on right now, and I was stunned and unresponsive for a while.

"Yeah."

Eventually I nodded over and over again.

"I'll be back in a while. Don't worry."

When I spoke to my mother, I said, "Huh? I'll be home soon," he said, looking weird.

Weird air flowing into the family for a moment. Really? Were there any habits of returning home in the village?

"Oh, uh, because I'll get some time off and I'll be back in the village for a little while. Because I'll see you again."

In rephrasing, my mother smiled and nodded.

"Don't worry about your mother."

When I split up with you two, Else called out.

My father and I went as far as the village of Ceuta. I wish I could do that now.

My father was apparently calm when he first revealed to his family that he wanted to leave the village. I guess I knew too much about what my child was thinking, what he was thinking, learning to read and write, and waving his sword every day for too long. That would have been the same for my mother, but even after reluctantly acknowledging to my father's persuasion that Farro had written me a letter of introduction and that I was leaving the village, I kept saying how much novel.

I know my mother's worries, but she keeps telling me stories. Until my father. I want you to stop that. I want that at least about tomorrow at goodbye.

Replying back to Else and walking abruptly, a group of children from the village appeared this time on the side of the road.

There are about ten of them, up there as much as Ishur, down there until he's about five.

When they hissed the lanes of the luggage cars going in front of them and the men of the village of escorts all the way, they flowed towards Ishur and asked questions, envied and teased them in the same way.

When the fields were sparse, too, they parted from the children, and Ishur was alone. While he was dealing with the children of the village, Els went to the front whether he was distracted or fled, and only Ishur was delayed.

Running out to catch up with you before.

When I ran, I felt heavy when I did the luggage I carried on my back or the sword I was laying on my hips.

Finally, you couldn't say goodbye to Melilla.

It stopped me from running and I started walking late and blurry from the train going forward.

When the houses and fields of the village disappear from sight no longer, and the view of the streets is scarce of change, only the meadows where the trees grow dotted, the regret of not being able to say goodbye to Melilla becomes heavier and heavier in my heart.

As he walked down the road to the top and bottom, he felt the signs of someone different from the men in the village train.

From the shadow of the tree at the end of his right hand, Melilla appears quietly.

Have you been waiting?

I accidentally ran over to her.

"Melilla..."

"Ishl..."

Melilla was crying or swelling her eyes a little.

When it was, the two of us would just as quietly shut up.

But there's something we need to talk about. It must be good for her.

Never speak your mind.

"I'm sorry. Sorry I didn't tell you anything."

Tears overflowed Melillah's eyes.

He sifts his body and is probably desperately whimpering.

"It's been a long time since I decided to leave the village. It was decided a long time ago."

Melilla is in tears. I won't say anything. I don't know what she thinks from that look on her face.

Don't know? Really?

"You know, if you go over there, you live in it, you work as an apprentice. But"

No, you mustn't say anything to make me feel better.

"I'll be back in the village after a while, getting a break from the shop people"

I'm saying the same thing I said to my mother and brother.

Melilla revealed delight in how she perceived it,

"So that's when? If you're no longer an apprentice..."

I shook my head to the side.

Hold still, stare into her tear-wet eyes.

Keep your heels back and follow the train with your big crotch.

I can see Melilla's whimpering getting more intense back there. I can see him killing his voice on the spot, shaking his shoulders and crying.

Damn, I'm flattered by this ability at times like this.

Bear it much longer and keep walking fast. Until I can't feel her signs.

I walked for a while and just caught up to the back of the luggage train, and I couldn't help but turn around.

Far away, I could see the smaller Melilla waving.

Big and high, I could see waving.