Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

"Oh. After all, you two can't cut it, you're bound by a hard fate bond"

The second floor of Marena's house, which Ishur rents intermittently, is an attic with exposed roof beams. However, from the floor to the beam of the roof, there is enough height to allow one to stand and walk, with one small window on the east side.

Lighted by the slight moonlight that plunges through its small window, no, it shines much brighter itself, standing a beautiful woman of age. It looks like a translucent, crystalline statue.

She is indeed beautiful. And that voice. But I don't think this miserable attic is the right place for her playful dialogue.

"It's good to see you again. My pretty sword."

Previously, I didn't think the word "mine” or anything like that was on it.

"Hey, Nayal. Long time no see. I'm so happy to see you again..."

In an upbeat mood, Nayal is turning the same snug gaze as one day. The person and Ishur had a pulling grin as they lowered their hips powerlessly on the bed and looked up at the spirits of the wind standing in the front.

That night, when he returned from the guild to have dinner with Marena as usual, washing dishes on her behalf, seeing how the fireplace was on fire and then going upstairs, the signs of magic disappeared and suddenly quieted down to the city of Krembel, to the temple where the signs of magic had suddenly thickened, Ishur did not sit back on the bed for one movement, turned his attention for a long time and explored the situation carefully.

There are now several clerics, magicians and righteous knights staying at the main temple on the summit of the mountain. If they use some sort of defensive or exploratory magic, or are accompanied by a contractual spirit, even if it is weak, they can feel jealous if they settle down and concentrate their consciousness.

We can't afford to fail to be vigilant anymore.

The summit of Krembel is a sanctuary. There is a main temple headed by a high priest. No one thinks about causing havoc in this place, etc. All the more so if you are a man of the Holy Kingdom.

But I don't know where I'm going. I've learned about the conspiracy going on in the Holy Capital, and I'm going to take on the request of the girl in that vortex. And the girl, or whoever is hostile to her, is also in the same temple grounds of the Lord.

Ishur recalled the Spirit from this evening and decided to let him keep an eye on his own guard and whether anything strange happened in the temple.

And the spirit who was recalled by Ishur has seduced and intertwined Ishur to a scratch before how serious he is, calling himself "the woman who serves near the side of the Yveda god", Nayarshuk Bartudshek.

"Since then, I've been recalling spirits. I'm new to Nayal. The second time."

How many great spirits of the wind, or high spirits close to them, are there? Not so many great spirits appear in legends, gaga stories, etc., all lineages and out of lineage, even if it includes the unknown.

Less than ten times this time I have recalled the Spirit, to the Spirit World, combined with the Great Spirit of the Wind and the High Spirit, what would happen if there were hundreds of them? To investigate Kusim, the land that fought the Red Emperor Dragon, it should be fairly low to establish that Nayal will be recalled again, with the exception of one example that happens to remain nearby and has been serially recalled.

"That's why I told you. You and I have deep, deep bonds."

No. Even if that's the case, I just want that stream to stop. Please.

"Uh, do me a favor, will you listen to me?

Ishur desperately pressed her face into convulsions as her voice was about to tremble, trying to talk to Nayal at her usual rate.

"What's going on? Your voice is trembling and you're excited? I knew you'd be happy to see me again."

... Apparently the attempt ended in failure.

"Yeah, well, that's what I'd like to ask..."

"Already. I wish you could hang out with me for a little while longer"

Nayal has succumbed and turned to Ishul.

It's all clear. She knows a hundred things about my upset, and she's on top of it.

Adult woman with color mumps. So I'm glad we're bad.

"You have no choice. Talk to me."

"Yes......"

I've already given up my right to lead the story, or something like that.

"with my particularly night-time perimeter protection."

Ishur was in the mood and stared at Nayal's face right in front of him.

Otherwise, she's going to swallow everything.

"I wonder if there's anything else you can do to protect a particular subject, or attack him. It could be a little rough."

I guess she does powerful magic, too, but she says, in person, she is a woman serving Yveda. I don't know if it's suitable for rough things.

"Oh. Sounds interesting this time. Okay."

Nayarlushk nodded yeah right in front of me.

The last time I asked her was to seal off the streets so that she wouldn't have my information with Marya and Arva's border uncle.

"So, for how long, will you take it? I think it's going to be a long time."

It takes about ten days from Krembell to Quartz Mine.

I don't mind summoning spirits for a short period of recall and prosperity, but I can't nominate them here to recall certain spirits, as I did when Carlitos, the literal Great Spirit, even had that name in his fairy tale for children, made arrangements in advance.

I think some spells recall spirits who know their names once, and I don't think it's that hard, but it's a little cumbersome to remember that long spiritual name accurately.

Then I'm not fighting a big man like the Red Emperor Dragon, and even a spiritual like Nayal knows his heart, that might be good.

"How long?

Nayal tilts her neck to the side.

It's a cute trick that doesn't suit your looking age, but if it's also a perfectly beautiful beauty, I guess there's nothing wrong with it.

"About twenty days"

"The day and the moon, for a period of twenty times?

As he nodded, the Spirit raised his torso and corrected his posture, stretching one hand forward.

"I don't care if you go through a few starfrosts! As the sword wills."

Her gaze is far away and she is turning to the audience who can't possibly be there.

She still wants to keep playing.

Maybe he's got his hands on his cheek.

Sweet and full, but sooo floating floating. Makes me want to spit everything out, openness.

This is......, not good.

Ishur awoke with a strange sense of crisis.

I had such a feeling that if I didn't force myself to wake up, it wasn't going to be good after this.

"Hey!

"Quiet. Don't make a scene. Swordsman."

When I opened my eyes, there was Nayal's face in front of me. A grown woman's, slightly serious face.

"I got one on the roof of this house, a human man. What do we do?"

After that, we had a long meeting and Nayal was asked to stay on the lookout.

If anyone is suspicious, you can capture them, and if anyone comes raiding them, you can strike back arbitrarily and instantly, with an ex post facto report. In public, such as during the day, it was about having her usual appearance disappeared, that she could hide her own presence against those with magic skills, magicians and clerics, and so on —— and so on.

Nayal stepped on the contrary that he could enjoy being different from the duties of the spiritual realm's main office, or rather was willing and comfortable with Ishur's request, which included havoc.

"... ok. Wait a minute."

Ishur woke up her body and rubbed her eyes in a rub.

During the day I have a long conversation with Mira, a little mock fight, then I go to Hunter Guild...... I'm a little tired.

"Oh, sweetie. The sword is still a child."

Nayal has made fun of Ishur's sleeping trick, but Ishur ignored it and got out of bed, weaving a thin earth cloak from above his bedtime clothes.

"Are you restraining me on the roof?

Asking Nayal, she nodded silently.

"Well, I'll go outside too"

We have to make sure what kind of guy he is.

Ishur went outside in a jumping position into the pool when he opened the small window, and when he rotated his body in the air, he put out a wall of magic and kicked it up, jumping up on the roof of the Marlena house he owed himself.

On the north side of the roof, on the left hand side of Ishur, a man was floating in the air as a big letter.

If you look closely, around the man's two hands and ankles, there is something like a ring hardened by the magic of the wind.

The translucent ring was glowing loudly, trying to breathe the light of the moon.

Nayarlushq is out on the roof and floating in space before Ishl.

Ishur approached the man and pulled out the dagger he was laying on his hips. A man is silent, twisting his hips and rumbling to move his body, but his hands and legs don't move at all.

Ishur moonlighted the dagger the man had placed on him, examining the blade and the patterned area, but he did not see any letters or crests of any kind that would reveal the man's identity.

Give a man's clothes a warm lift as he returns his dagger to the man. Naturally, I guess, but I still don't see anything that could be a clue to a man's identity. I don't have anything like magic equipment. I tried to wrap my sleeves around them, but there are no tattoos.

I don't know for sure at night, but the man's outfit is pants on a tea-based shirt of the year, both up and down, and a short blackish dark coloured cape that is easy to move up. All worn and worn by men for many years and feel tamed. Clothing is commonplace and not expensive. Anyone in a position would be wearing something a little better, even if they were doing something similar to shadow work.

This one will be around the shadow worker who came up from the city below, or the clergymen, court magicians, and righteous knights who arrived at the main temple today. Short-haired middle meat, about thirty. Especially when it comes to this. It's a man like anywhere else.

"Shall I ask you something? Why did you come to my sleeping place in the middle of the night? Who ordered you, and what are you doing here?

……

Men don't talk.

The man looks wide open at both eyes and feels nervous, indulging in something. I am threatening and alarmed by the torture that is probably about to begin, or the violence against death.

He doesn't seem to be willing to talk to a man at all.

Ishur turned his face toward Nayal. Soon the temple behind her floating, no, there's something like a thin wind membrane straining around her.

"Junction?"

"I'm not exaggerating that much. It just keeps signs of magic and noise from leaking on the outside."

Nayal replied, laughing softly.

Hmm.

Ishur roared in his heart.

This subtle membrane of wind on a ring worn on a man's hands and ankles. Clearly, Nayal's masterful magic is more interesting than the man in front of him.

Nayal bastard. That's pretty good to use. Isn't it Dada's saying that he serves near Yveda's side?

Ishur nodded one to Nayal's answer and asked her a question.

"This man has to be tortured, too. He won't talk about anything. Nayal's magic that makes this guy confess easily, you know?

Nayal did a little thinking trick while adding his index finger to its thin jaw tip.

"I can blur my consciousness, but I don't know if I can talk from there for five minutes or five minutes. And we need to take plenty of time."

That's not a hundred million hijacks.

Ishur looked at the face of a man with a messy, nervous look of giving up and fear.

How trivial is this man? No, this guy's lord. If you know so much about me, you can't do this to me.

If you're a court magician at the Holy King's house or a church cleric in the Holy Capital, you'll know more about me, and you'll know that doing this will only make you a serpent.

The shadowworkers who have been lurking in this city for a long time will already know what it was like to fight last night when I joined Emilia and the others. It's hard to imagine them giving me a little bit. If there were, they would be the new arrivals with the mission that arrived today.

And starting this evening, close to ten Orthodox knights are staying in the accommodation that accompanies the main temple, below the vice-president of the White Knights of the Diocese Knights, who escorts that mission. If they're in the military, they're oblivious to this information, and they might do something like this. Besides, the Cathedral Knights are under the servitude of Bionato.

"You're some squire from the White Knights or something, right?

Ishur narrowed his eyes and told him to peek into the man's face.

"... Kill him now. I'm not gonna say anything."

For the first time a man spoke clearly in his voice.

A way of talking that is neither top nor bottom hierarchy, nor local.

I wonder if this has been decided.

"No. It sounds like it would be more interesting to let you go. After tomorrow, I don't know if you're a true knight or a magician, but it would be interesting if you were found in their squire. I can shame your Lord red."

"Just kill me. It's useless."

"I don't really want to kill you. I'll let you go, don't run. From your Lord, from what you belong to. You just have to get out of this city, this country."

"I can't do that.... If I get killed, my son will take over after me. If I run..."

On the man's face, a distressed look appeared.

I see. Are you a servant who serves from generation to generation?

I guess the shadow worker is a deputy. This was not good for your Lord.

Ishur sharpened his gaze.

"Okay. I'll do what you want."

Torture won't be a lot of talk from this guy anyway. It's a waste of time.

If this man escapes, his family will be miserable. Even if this man fails, so to speak, if he dies in battle of honor, his family will remain under the protection of the Lord.

Then let's do what this man wants.

Ishur spoke to Nayarlushk, who was silently in the air.

"Kill this guy. Don't leave any traces."

Nayal did not reply.

The shadow of a man floating in the universe in a quiet space separated by her magic. Behind it follows the houses of those who work in dwellings, like Marena, behind their right hand the dwellings of apprentice clerics, and further behind their right hand the large building of the Lord's Temple of Stone, behind which are lodged stately pilgrims, etc.

They are all glowing blue and white in the light of the moon.

Suddenly around the man emerged a paltry number of blue-white, light-wind feathers.

Its countless thin wind feathers stagger around the man. They were silent and splashed with the flesh of a finely cut man.

As the shadow of a man crushed and turned into a black mist spread into the night sky and tried to rise, a gust of wind blew around Ishl toward the man.

The shadows of the mountains floating on the night horizon are far away.

The man disappeared. It's gone from the world.

The next morning, when Ishur woke up and came downstairs, Marena couldn't see if she had gone to the temple yet.

Many visitors have stayed in the sanctuary on Mount Krembel since yesterday. I guess she's busy too.

Ishur poured in one portion of the soup and bread left on the table, and to have the water divided, he took one large piece of barbecue and headed towards the main temple.

Both neighbors of Marena's house are also inhabited by the lower-working who work in the temple. One is inhabited by an old couple slightly younger than Marlena, the other by a young couple who still has no children and perhaps her husband's mother.

They are all wooden upstairs houses with thin, dirty white ocean lacquered walls that look very similar. Of course, no house is popular at all. There are a few others who work in the temple, but the rest all come through from under the mountains.

When Ishur walks out between the houses and into the back of the temple, he goes out to the storage area behind the temple stacked with lots of wooden barrels, large and small magazines, crates, etc., in front of him. There were two stone barns next to the right and a dormitory for cleric apprentices in the back of the front.

In the shadow of its stacked wooden barrels and crates, a few cleric apprentice boys solidify, and something is what they are talking about. A white toga with a thin blue main line looked swinging from between the stacked crates.

Hmm. No way, I guess it's not something to do with that one last night.

Ishur approached them and spoke up.

"Morning. What's wrong?"

The boys raise their faces and look at Ishl. Guys, two or three years younger than Ishur are the boys.

"Oh, good morning. Mr. Ishl."

Ishur has been face-to-face with them every day since he moved to the temple on the mountain. We all know our faces and names.

The one who has greeted Ishur most is a reputable kid named Camilo, who is also smart among the boys.

"That's..."

Next up is a boy named Arsenio, one older than Camilo. The scabbard around the nasal muscles, but still leaves a childish cutie.

"Actually, the Knights Chief's squire has been missing since morning."

Camilo whispered and said.

"It's been a little noise, and one of the Knights asks if we have a heart, too."

"Oh, yeah."

Ishur turned his eyes toward the building of the main temple.

Of the Knights Commander......

Slight anxiety on the boys' faces and this is a case! Something like a sense of anticipation shows up.

Ishur told them to get their gaze back.

"There may have been something about that squire that I had to hide in a hurry. Right now, the Sacred Capital is a lot of noise, isn't it? You should probably have a chat."

Camilo nodded with a faint look when he immediately perceived the matter.

Like a stream of great rivers, it blows high skies from south to north, with no wind.

Many small winds blow down the mountains, disappear, blow disappear, eventually gather in the valley and blow downstream to wash the valley river that flows through the bottom.

The myriad winds that blow in the mountains for Ishur are nothing but the supreme pleasure that you can often feel.

If that's a good view, on a high mountain, it's even worse. The view is never the only wonderful one.

Last night I showed some terrible cleavage magic.

Was it a failure to recall her?

Ishur opened his eyes, feeling the wind blowing around him, and said in a quiet even tone.

"Nayal. Please fix my mood. I'm gonna have trouble getting along with them."

Thin, thin clouds flow down the tip of the open gaze.

Moving his gaze to the right, he has the appearance of Mira sweating cold and kneeling at Nayal. Behind it is the same kneeling but blurry looking Sharka regardless of yesterday.

The colour of tension and fear appears in the faceless expression of the Spirit of Gold and Iron, but only slightly.

After noon, when Ishur arrived at the top of the highest mountain in the surrounding area, hoping for Krembel, he promised Mira yesterday, there were already Mira and Sharka figures there.

And Mira called out to Ishur, and the arrow tip on which Ishur tried to greet her, Nayarlushk, who was suddenly erasing his signs, appeared with a strong breeze scattered around him, and began to make himself difficult for Mira and the others.

Mira was stunned by the spirits of the woman of the wind who suddenly appeared, but she immediately knelt down to her, greeting her as if to the king, and showing her attitude. Mira felt nasty about the signs of Nayarushuk and responded quickly, perhaps best, but Nayarushuk turned a sharp gaze at Mira and Sharka and began to complain, "What are you, swords?", "You look like people of your stature, but you don't expect to feel cheap about swords.", "What is the spirit of gold (kanji) imitating that person?"

While observing how Nayal was doing on the sidelines for a while, Ishur wondered whether he was jealous of something or did not like the fact that spirits of different lineages were nearby (spirits are rarely inverted in different lineages anyway), but he immediately became disgusted and scorned Nayal.

When Nayal turned away from Ishur's usual, heavier dialogue, he felt like he had no choice but to express his dissatisfaction.

"If that's what the sword says."

And turn your face to Mira,

"The human daughter there. Don't do anything that annoys the sword."

I said.

Ishur noticed there.

Speaking of which, I didn't say a word to Nayal about one thing with Mira.

"Sorry, Nayal. Yesterday's story was lacking. I decided to take her request by accepting the price she deserved. So I recalled you. [M] So will you stop making trouble with them? I want you to accept them."

Nayal lowered his head as he turned his face to Ishur.

Nayal looked down, cleared up. He looks approximate, but he seems to have fixed his mood.

"You have no choice. I obey the life of the sword."

"Sorry, Nayal"

When Ishur said, Nayal disappeared with a grin.

……

Mira exhales small and relieves tension.

"... he was horrible. Is that great spirit Ishr's covenant spirit?"

"No. I don't have a contract spirit"

Mira stares into Ishur's eyes in a meaningful way.

"Really..."

"Actually, when I called in the Great Spirit before, I tried to make a contract, but they turned me down. It was the same with other spirits. It's like there's something going on."

Mira took her gaze off Ishl and did a little thinking when she put her right hand in her mouth.

"There is something in the magic fixture that is already possessed by a determined spirit, so to speak, in a covenant with a particular spirit. Ishur, your magic equipment is the magic equipment of the wind god. It's special, so I guess there are spirits already determined just like those magic fixtures."

You still mean like Marya's magic wand, her magic equipment? Mira explained to me more clearly the same thing Marya had said before.

"I wonder what kind of spirit that is, I still have to know the name"

"Yes, all the magic fixtures in that hand are ancient, so it has long been known what spirits possess. From parent to child, from teacher to disciple, the name of the Spirit is also called when the magic instrument is inherited."

"I see..."

Mira turned her gaze slightly towards Ishur there and she looked down and down, making a difficult face.

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"No......"

Mira swept her neck aside at Ishur's inquiry.

"So shall we continue what we talked about yesterday? Ishur."

Mira has smiled and said.

The ambient air is cold and the sun is hot.

The mountaintop of this unnamed mountain is a rocky mountain protruded by large and small rocks.

Both Ishur and Mira are lowering their hips on the rocks.

Sharka dressed exactly the same as yesterday, Mira had a short bright red Gothic tone dress the same length as yesterday with a red lining and the table woven with shiny black capes. She surrounded herself with a transcendent atmosphere, as if she were the beautiful ancestral princess of a vampire in an old story.

"Everything is our plot to kill Bionato."

The Holy King family has a crown that is passed down from generation to generation as a testament to the crown. The crown is called the "Cathedral Crown” and is usually stored and managed in the Cathedral by the Cathedral Church. The crown of the Cathedral is transferred from the Cathedral to the House of the Holy King in important rituals before the King, and the King crowns it at crowning ceremonies, weddings, or declarations of war.

It is the crown of the diocese, but its origins are ancient and supposed to come from the generations of the ancient Urk kingdoms. Two large pairs of red jade stones on the front, front and back of its crown, four slightly smaller green jade stones fitted on the left and right sides, the crown itself has been repaired several times before, but its jewels are said to have existed as treasures of the ancient Urk kingdom since the first diocese was built in Estofol, the Holy City. The six stones that adorn that crown, especially the two pairs of red jade stones, are considered the core of revealing the crown and are very important to the Holy Kingdom.

We are replacing those two red stones with fake stones, and after Bionato has taken office as Chief Cleric, we have his daughter break his fake red stone in a crowning ceremony to inherit the King of the Holy Kingdoms, and we have his legs broken.

The Cathedral Crown is owned by the Cathedral Church and lent to the King. Responsibility for the management of the two red jade embedded "crowns of the diocese” that form the backbone of the Holy Kingdom rests with the diocesan Church. If that red jade stone becomes fake, the fault of the Chief Cleric will be immense without interruption. I apologize for being so intact, no matter how great a power he may have, to celebrate everything about the Church and the Royal Family in his hands. You will lose your legs completely.

We will capture the lost Bionato and lead him to prison. He has a certain secretary to pass on to the diocesan church, torturing him to reveal it and return it to the diocesan church.

Of course there is no other sign around, there is just a sharpened silence.

The tension-induced air stimulates a tingle and pain.

The plot of the revealed righteous.

Ishur hardened his expression and pointed his sharp gaze at Mira.

"I have a lot of questions. I want to ask you something."

"Yes, I will not cover up anything I can answer."

Mira smiled quietly and replied.

"Firstly, the secretary of Bionato, what is"

"Bionato was a cleric of the diocesan church from his childhood to about ten years, just before he became an adult. From his origins, he was one of the priests who would follow him deep underground in the cathedral, in the deepest part of the" Between the Lord God ”. Of course, the inner part would have been an apprentice."

“Between the Lord God", that's no way...

"Hehe. Yes,“ Between the Lord God ”is where magic equipment is created by the Lord God Jerez.

Did Mira even hear the whining in Ishur's heart, before he uttered any questions about the Lord God?

"I just don't know what" between the Lord God ”is. I've never been there, of course."

"So, Bionato's..."

"Yes, by that time, Bionato was said to have found an important book, or somehow obtained a forbidden book sealed a long time ago, in a library deep beneath the cathedral. The book."

Mira's blue eyes narrow.

"It is also said to recall the Great Devil, which Baltar, the desolate god, has sealed, and the Great Spirit, which has become a rebellious and evil spirit to Aprosius, the Spirit God"

I see. That would be a non-overlookable substitute for the Church. If it's true.

"Is that why you can't assassinate him?"

"Yes, of course, if you kill him now, there could be a civil war between the princes. That's one of the big reasons, but does Bionato have that forbidden book hidden somewhere in the royal palace, and he needs to reveal it and take it away from his hands?"

"So, the story is that the treasure balls embedded in that crown can only be faked..."

I wonder if that has anything to do with the fact that they've been speaking to me. For example…….

"You're gonna let me protect the real one you replaced."

Ishur inquired of Mira, sharpening his gaze even further.

Mira didn't even cower at Ishur's gaze, and started to smile and talk again.

"That's just great. Master Ishr, it fits you more or less. Instructed to replace the real red jade stone with a fake is the Chief Cleric, the Ulturo. If Bionato finds out about our plot, he can't put his own daughter on the throne without going through a crowning ceremony. So he really needs to get back the real red jade stone. Hiding the real red jade stone in the cathedral, on the other hand, seems the safest, but it is dangerous to return it because he is familiar with the interior of the cathedral, and the nobles and knights of the Holy Capital, the court magicians, as well as the protégés of Bionato, inside the church. Therefore, Ulturo decided to send the real red jade stone outside the Cathedral Church and, at one end, outside the Holy Capital. The destination."

Mira turned her grin up and let her face swing slightly to the side.

"I, the family of the Five Orders, have become the possessed and powerful magic of the Spirit."

Ishur glanced at Sharka, who was sitting behind her.

"Specifically, we will keep it inside the Sharka"

Hmm, I see. But......

"You already have it? The stone."

"Good question."

Mira said with a smile.

"I, too, am supposed to head to the Holy Stone Mine with a few others, real and fake."

An appearance emerged of Emilia and the others who had persistently solicited in Ishur's brain.

Maybe they have it too. Give me one of the red jade stones. Or vice versa, although there may be a slight possibility that they are kings......

Either way, I'm still not convinced.

Why bother at the Holy Stone Mine......

"Real, fake red stones combined in one in a holy stone mine, where you keep two real pairs of red stones? I'm sure you have that hand..."

To get to the Holy Stone Mine, you have to cross a danger zone where there are many Warcraft. The Holy Stone Mine does quartz stone drilling, which means the place is the place, and it won't be that massive. Mine slaves working there, church clerics on the management side, and the soldiers of the Knights of the Cathedral aren't that many either.

"There is another way to the Holy Stone Mine. From there, too, we, the righteous, are on our way, hiding multiple red jade stones mixed together."

"Huh?"

Ishur accidentally raised his bare voice.

Is that it?

"There are some mine slaves in the Holy Stone Mine, and some church people who manage them. There are separate regular transport routes used to transport food and raw stones that were not chosen as sacred stones."

Is that right? If you think about it for a second, it's a story that everyone will understand right away. From Krembel, there is no transportation of food, groceries, tools, materials, sinners and mine slaves.

"We are a long way from the Holy City, but there is the“ back street ”, so to speak, which runs from Kahar to the Holy Stone Mine, in the northeast of the Holy King's kingdom, in the city of Silver Mine near the border with the Kingdom of Ladis. The streets are used to transport prisoners working in mines and to transport food and supplies."

"No, but"

One thing still doesn't stick.

"Hehe. Ishr, Ishr misses the most important thing."

So Mira laughed out loud.

"Even though I am a young man of the five public houses, as the Holy King of the rites of the Holy Stone Professor, I entrusted the role of the visiting angel to the king because all of you have been busy in the vortex of the next king's contention. And I, who happened to be the visiting angel, and Ulturo, laid eyes on you because you were staying here in Krembel, the sanctuary from which Professor Holy Stone was supposed to depart. Ishur will escort one of the two pairs of red stones, and I will hold the red stone that fits one place in the holy stone mine, and Ishur will continue to protect it. This is literally the protection of the iron wall."

Mira turned her pranky eyes to Ishl.

"This was done because Ishr stayed in Krembel."

Her laughing, high beauty echoed over the top of the mountain.

"Ishur, I can't tell you the truth, but I also have one crack of red jade stone."

Mira called out to Ishur, who was flabbergasted.

"Oh......"

Got hit? It was fitted, does that mean?

I was in Krembell, so their plan was drawn up.

And now it's completely immersed and tangled in the civil conflict between the Holy King and the Church. Will that be commensurate with the reward of introducing me to the Great Wizard of the Wind in the Holy City?

"Iron God, untie this seal unto me, and unto my Spirit..."

Mira put her hand on Sharka's chest and came out with a small box of grey iron. And I started casting some spells whispering.

"Sharka."

When Mira goes on to speak to the Golden Spirit, Sharka mutters something.

Then a small box of iron cracked up and down, and a bright red ruby appeared from inside. The length is about the length of the pinky finger, and the width is about half of that. It is quite large and is nicely cut in terms of size about ten sides. Even Ishur, who is not familiar with gemstone similarities, seemed to use such a high polishing technique as he might think.

"That's a lot of technology."

Mira said to Ishur, who shrugged softly.

"The fake red jade stone was made by a caetano glassmaker. It's hard to tell if you're an amateur."

Is it made of crystal glass? That's all the glassworks in the Mediterranean have.

And Mira has said something unexpected in a grin, glowing the color of her evil eyes.

"Neither the kings of history nor the chief clergy nor the great clergy have ever succeeded as one, but when the real treasure crown red jade stones are paired, there is an old saying of the goddess Oomeo, who makes the magic of God manifest in the world."

"What?"

Ishur's eyes opened wide.

In the rain, the illusion of an old man who kept groaning about something disappeared for a moment, running through Ishur's brain.

The glow of Mira's evil eyes spread all over her body, eventually invading even Ishur's heart.