Reborn Ishl and the Magic Fixture of God

When Ishur came home, he naked his upper body in a well behind his mother's house, wet the cloth that was wrapped around his neck, and wiped his body.

Then he went into the house from behind, put on his fishing rod and cage, and changed his clothes.

I don't think there's any blood on it.

It's always been in practice. I used to raise the barometric pressure around me or create a layer of windy air to keep it from harming myself, but I couldn't completely do it when it attacked the wolf.

When I went out from the back to the side of my mother's house with nothing to eat face, Lucell was kneeling alone on the ground and practicing reading and writing. He writes something letter-like on the ground with tree branches.

"Lucell, you're doing it. Rarely."

A little pushy. But I gave a bright voice.

"Welcome back, brother"

Lucell looked up. His expression is also bright. And its brightness is real. I guess my studies are working.

It heals my brother's honest smile.

"Well, 'my name is Lucell. Write' em."

"Yeah."

When Lucell replied energetically, he began to write with momentum, placing the branches of the tree pointing ahead on the ground.

"Ishl."

As the two of us sat down on the ground and continued to study, a woman's voice sounded. At the end of his low gaze when he turned his face, he had a brown and eponymous skirt that was somewhat dull on his sandals, two little girls and a little bigger.

When I looked up, Melillah and Melillah's sister, Emeli, was —— stood side by side.

Emeli is about five years old, grinning her face, not as cute as Melilla's, though. By contrast, Melilla feels nervous about something.

"Hey."

Stand off the ground and laugh at the two of you.

I can't believe Melilla brought my sister home. That's rare.

Men and women play together in the village until they are about five or six years old at best. After that, it starts to play with boys and girls. Regardless of the field work, the help of the house will also be separate for men and women for other things. Men tend to farm tools, manage firewood, occasionally hunt, cut out trees, blacksmith houses of course, women cook, sew, machine weave houses with looms, etc.

Melillah, close to home, too, although she meets her face often at field work, had less to say. However, I felt the gaze from her from afar to near even while working on grasshoppers, watering, etc. Over-conscious, maybe it was just.

"What's wrong?"

Speaking to Melilla, she answered with a slight face down and embarrassment.

"You know, I want Emeli and I to teach you how to read, write, and calculate numbers."

"So does Emeli, but I only know my name about it, too, so Grandma tells Ishl to tell me"

"Oh, yeah..."

That's good... if you look at her with your cheeks up and down and not your eyes in the eye, this one gets a little too, which is an ambiguous reply.

"Yeah, fine. Me, I can already read and write, so I'll tell you."

Lucell said from the side that they were feeling weird.

In a bright tone full of energy and without any consignment.

"So, this is what I mean, and this is what I mean."

Lucell is mainly teaching Emeli.

First I let him write twenty-eight letters equivalent to the alphabet, and now I'm just beginning to teach him the basic composition of sentences such as subject and predicate.

Melilla leans right next to her and listens to Lucell.

On the side of the top-down, long eyelashes create a beauty already like an adult woman.

If a girl is twelve years old, she will sometimes show off the tone of an adult woman who grows faster than a man... and so on, if she's a regular girl.

But Melilla, who had been extraordinarily cute since she was a little girl, was about to grow old and not only was she quick and cute, but her beauty as an adult woman was also becoming an expression of that aspect.

And she's been a childhood friend since she was a little girl, and she's been favoring herself.

You noticed this one's gaze, and she's turning to me. He laughs at me.

"Sometimes, can I come? I can't remember today."

"Oh. Fine."

Make this one snort with a smile.

But there's still something she can't tell you.

I am thinking of finally leaving the village in the autumn when this year's harvest ends. Before I revealed it to my parents, I was just thinking it was time to start rooting around the Bersch family and Mr. Paulo.

It's not that long to be able to teach them to study either.

No, I don't know how fond Melilla is of me, but I can't live up to her thoughts.

I wouldn't be able to take her or anything like that, and I didn't feel like it from the beginning.

What if I had been born mundane as a child of the village without a record of my previous life?

It will continue to be more and more beautiful, Melilla. The most beautiful girl in the village, on the contrary, perhaps rarely seen in other villages. Such a girl would have favored me and totally climbed up.

If you were trying to leave the village the same way, even if you were running down and alike, you might have been forced to take her.

What would she think if she found out she was leaving the village? What would you think if you knew how I felt?

"So what do we do? When do you want it this time?

She drifted her gaze away, and Melilla dyed her cheeks even more red.

"You can always do it at this hour. Is mountain hunting the day after tomorrow? And then it's okay every day until the seeding starts."

Let's at least be as gentle as we can with her until we leave the village. Even if the breakup became more painful at that time.

"Yeah."

Happily, Melillah smiled like a flower several times today.

"What are you reading? I would have read that a long time ago."

Farro has said it with a grumpy face.

I just wanted to make sure.

It's been a long time since I've fished a book out in Farro's study, and what I'm reading now is a Ladeis Eastern magazine I read a long time ago. The title remains "Radis Oriental History," compiled by the King Marius Library Office, certain. Marius is the name of King Ladis several generations ago.

"What. Now."

"I'm talking about the ruins of the wind god that Lene found. Because at the time this book was written, it should have been known even in the Wang capital."

Since Lehne became a court magician, some said he had come from the Wang capital to examine its ruins. Then it's strange that this book doesn't have that description.

…

Farro has shown so many times before. When he trumpetes with a shuddering face,

"You... of course, magic fixtures don't come out to the world except when it comes to magic, and it's common to keep it as secret as possible. Many of the villagers and the city don't know much about magic. Non and the others just happened to know a little more about Lene than the others."

Still explained to me to teach. And I gave you the scroll I had in my hand,

"If you go to Ellistar, don't sniff around there. See, this is the reference."

I said.

The letter of introduction is addressed to a merchant named Seville, who does business in Ellistar. Paulo's son also worked there.

After gaining the power of the magic fixture of the wind, I thought a lot about what to do, but in the end, I decided not to change my mind and went out to Ellistar to become a merchant apprentice. I'm not going to change my mind for a while.

I really wanted to go to the eastern part of the Holy Kingdom of Orst as well, be a hunter or bounty hunter and look around the world sooner or later, but at about twelve years old, the world was still treating me like a child, a union on the ground, going to the guild wasn't going to get me to deal with it, and I didn't have anything to start with, money.

Whether you want to go to the Holy Kingdom or to the southeast of the neighboring domestic border borhood, it takes nearly a month from the village. Travel expenses will be considerable, and I'm not going to make any money on the way.

And suddenly you'll be a hunter, then you'll worry about your parents. Of course you can't reveal about the magic fixture of the wind.

So in the end, I tried to save money working at Ellistar for a while. I have heard from pedestrians entering and leaving the village and from caution sticks hired as escorts that Ellistar also has a mercenary guild, or virtually anything store, a contract union, and also mediates a job that even children can do, such as deliver letters and goods. You'll be able to earn as much money as you can in your spare time.

"I don't want to steam back about Lene. If you sniff around about magic and the baron puts his eyes on you, it's gonna be tough."

Will that happen as long as one child does a little research?

I just don't want to steam back about Lene, but I don't know. One incident with a forest witch, about six months after that, after the dawn of winter, Brigal was informed of Lehne's death, but soon a Baron's decree came to the Bersch family and asked what was going on. At the Bersch family, he showed the remains of Lehne, guided her to the burning marks of the witch's house, and managed to convince her opponent to return.

All Rene's precious magic fixtures and sorcery documents have also burned. So no one from the Bersch family, no one from the village, has faked Lehne's magic implements or sorcery books as one of them.

After that, I would have reported it to the Borderline House, but I didn't have to ask any questions, so I got it safe and clear. It has also been the last year or so that the other person has no movement and can be so sure.

"It's where Paul's girlfriend works. Say something to Paul, too."

Next up is Ektor's room across the hallway, the study and office. This is a room that has been in and out many times. Knock hard, open the door without waiting for a response, and go inside.

Ektor headed to his desk to see if he was doing any writing, leaning down and moving his feather pen tightly, but as soon as Irsh came in, he looked up and made him laugh.

"Did your father give you what you were looking for?

Ektor is fatherly or tall, but the line is thin, and rarely in the village is your son.

"Yeah."

"So, if Else disagrees with me, he wants me to mouth it."

Roots have been around for a long time. I came all the way here today because I had a different business to attend to.

Ishur suddenly got to the point when he nodded.

"I have a lot to ask my uncle today. I'm leaving the village now, so I don't think I can look into going to Ellistar. I want to ask you a lot of questions."

I feel like the quality of Ektor's laughter has changed.

"Fine. Whatever."

"You taught me a lot of magic when I was about to be killed by Lene, didn't you? I've noticed it since then."

"Are you talking about your obsessive magic book? There's nothing in the house. Let me assure you this."

"Magic books are fine. More than that, there's some old Bersch family paperwork at your great-uncle's, a letter from an official in the king's capital, right? But there's not a single thing about Lene. At times, I don't think it's strange to have something like that when I started living in the woods. It's not even at my uncle's, is it?

Ektor's grin deepened.

"Hehe. Right. You realize that a lot, don't you, Ishr? But think about it for a second. In my grandfather's stead, in the Kingdom of Ladis, there was a question of succession to the throne, which caused a great commotion in which the country could be broken into two parts. And my family was set up by the losers, so they took up the title and territory..."

I see.

"I get it. Uncle."

Ektor nodded with a smile.

"I have to dispose of dangerous documents. I guess that's what you decided about Lene. At the time, I had a deep relationship with Uncle Borderline, so I might have given some to Uncle Borderline."

No matter how much you look for it, you won't find it. Come to think of it, it was odd in the first place because there were no letters or anything about the struggle for succession to the throne.

Letters, diaries, etc. at the time should have said a lot of smelly things.

"Is that enough?

"One more thing"

Ektor spread his hands with a clear face, let him take it all, let him take a playful gesture like that.

"What about the wizard?"

Cut off the words once and stare firmly into Ektor's eyes.

"If having a magic fixture makes that magic available to anyone, everyone with a magic fixture is a wizard, right? All kings and nobles with magic equipment are wizards. I don't know where it is. What are people called wizards and magicians? You mean you specialize in magic?

The pruning of wheat will begin soon. I'm thinking about aligning my departure with the day I pay my taxes to the village of Ceuta. I don't care if they think or suspect anything anymore. I don't have time. Anyway, if I can figure out what Ektor is, I have to ask him all about it.

Farro was worried about doing a lot of research around in Ellistar, but this is also what the pedestrians have heard, but Ellistar doesn't live in a wizard or anything like that, and there are no bookstores that sell magic books. Or whatever it was about the wizard, he looked as weird as he wanted when he asked if there was a bookstore. He said that the only merchants who sell books are in the Wang capital or so. I'm not talking about magic books. Probably no library or anything. I guess some of the books in the Bersch family were bigger than having knighted knights in the past, producing famous court magicians like Lehne.

"Oh, I see. Didn't we talk about it the night there was that incident? I think wizards do fit with people who specialize in learning and studying magic. You know all sorts of magic equipment and spells you don't have."

I see. But one thing still doesn't stick right now.

"Magic fixtures don't have to cast spells to move, do they?

Then don't you need a spell or something in the first place?

Yet why are wizards remembering or researching spells? Why is there a magic book written about spells?

Yes, this is what I wanted to hear the most.

The magic fixture is by casting a professional spell that is right for it...

"There you go... most magic equipment does work without spells. But some of them won't activate unless you cast a spell, and some of them will activate more powerful magic by casting a spell. The same pedigree would allow some magic of all sorts to be used according to each spell. I guess that's a lot of powerful magic tools that royals and wizards have."

Ektor cut the words there and glanced towards the window.

"I wonder if the young Lene really met with the goddess of wind. I wonder what we met and talked about..."

And I turned my gaze back on Ishur.

"I guess that's what Lene said after he got his magic fixture at the temple ruins of the Wind God, he wanted to be a disciple of the Wizard of the King's Capital. She didn't know how to use it, even if she knew the power of magic tools."

When Ishur left Ektor's room, Ektor smiled a little lonely and said:

"I really wanted Ishur to stay in the village and support Isaac. I have no choice."

As he left Ektor's room and headed towards the front door, Isaac's mother was standing unattended.

"Are you home already today? Ishl."

"Yeah."

"You really decided to leave the village?

They've already spread the word to the Bersch family. I'll have to tell my parents around this evening, too. First slap the reference Farro wrote...

"Well, this is a little early, but farewell"

That's what Isaac's mother has said and offered her a small cloth bag. I guess it contains copper coins or something.

"Thanks"

She said nodding.

"Don't tell your father or mother. And then Isaac was looking for you."

Go outside and walk through the unpopular Bersch family grounds towards the entrance and exit.

I was called from behind when I went out on the road in front of the house.

"Ishl."

There was Isaac.

Isaac was one older, thirteen years old, but his skeleton was disappointed even though he resembled his grandfather or because he was already a lot taller, and his appearance had grown to feel no different from that of an adult.

I feel a little reflexed and don't know the look on his face but rarely on him and a little nervous.

"Ooh, it's been a while. Do you have something for me?"

"Yeah."

"What?"

Isaac showed a little frightened,

"Here, then, hey"

"What the hell. Fine. Here. There's nobody here, is there?

I'll give you eyes around and tell you to tease me a little. I'm more or less anticipating what you're talking about.

"You're leaving the village."

Isaac came right aboard this light provocation. I'm a little angry with my voice.

Simple things like this. But I don't hate it there on one side, maybe it's his beauty.

"Oh, I'm going to let you accompany me when I pay my taxes in the fall"

"Oh well."

"So?"

"Um."

Isaac said more nervously, boosting his determination to breathe.

"It's about Melilla. You, Me, are you taking Melilla?

"You know where I'm going?

"No."

"It's Ellistar. My great-uncle asked me to write a reference to a merchant I knew in Ellistar. You're an apprentice, you work in a lodging."

"Right. A reference, what?

"Well, that's good"

The happiest for Melilla, it would be a peaceful village, the daughter-in-law of the wealthiest house in a village like Isaac. She won't have a particular love affair with Isaac or anything, she just wants to be with someone she likes, that's all she might think about.

But if the subject is himself, he can't make that wish. If you're going to be a merchant all the time in Ellistar, maybe not yet.

Lene, the forest witch who even in her old age wanted more and more power, or was about to know about magic, the magic of the wind full of things she still didn't know, the snake and sword that came out then.

I wasn't just thinking about demons with the power I had in my hands and wanting to fight dragons, have adventures, look around at the rare things in this world.

"You work in the lodging. You wouldn't be very able to take someone with you, would you?

Even though it's backlit, I can see Isaac's face dusting off and getting upbeat.

There is probably no stranger among the teenage men and women of the village that Isaac favors Melillah. If he had not favored Melilla, there could have been a fierce feud over her among the young men of the village.

And then we'll see if you can turn Melilla around. I have no choice but to leave.

"Good luck, Isaac"

I turned my back without waiting for Isaac to say anything. Walk out to the house.

Through the lush trees around the house of the Bersch family, the wheat fields seemed golden in the leaning sunlight.

At the end of the wheat field I can see my home.

There we go next.