Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

The magic of mimicry is classified as the magic of the wind.

Of course, it does not directly magic the voice of the throat.

It is the voice that makes a difference.

The voice is encased with magic, processed, and approached by the subject's voice.

Only the quality of the voice can change magic.

So, if you want to speak exactly like the subject, of course, you have to study the tone, tone, and time.

"Feel the shape of your voice."

Garaine said in Fiquet's voice.

"Shape is an image. That's why there's no right answer."

That's what I'm saying, pointing at my ear.

"Listen carefully and imagine the shape of their voices. After that, I put magic on my voice and transform it into its shape."

"Don't talk too much today, Garain."

Fiquet laughed with exactly the same voice.

"You don't talk so much in your own voice."

"Mimicking his voice means reading his thoughts, Almark."

Regardless of Fiquet, Garaine continued with Fiquet's voice and tone.

"Put a little punch in me. Then he speaks to himself."

"Behavioral prediction."

Almark nodded.

Fiquette and garaine between dorm roommates.

There must already be a solid image of Fiquet in the garden.

"I don't have such a solid image of Fiquet."

How close can you get to me?

Garaine laughs at that.

"No, I'm the one getting closer. Because you're a fake."

Ficke shouted in a hurry.

"This voice is mine. I won't do it."

"Well, don't be so tough. Let me use it when I do something bad."

"Hey, come on."

Fiquet screams at Garaine's reply.

I see.

Almark nodded impressively.

"It's not just that your voice is alike. It certainly feels like Fiquet is going to say the same thing. Well researched."

Well, I guess that's impossible.

Garaine says.

"Let's start with a voice."

"Okay."

Almark returns to his main house, Fiquet.

"Fike, talk to me."

Even if they ask me to talk to you.

Ficke looks in trouble.

"I've been talking to you, me. What do I have to say? I don't have anything to talk about, either."

Almark listens to the words.

Fiquet's voice is pointy.

It is by no means an unpleasant way to sharpen. Some people might describe it as bouncing.

But in my senses, in my words, this is pointy.

"Hey, Almark. Don't shut up. Say something. What am I supposed to say? Do you hear me? Hey."

High voice, but not as high as a buyer.

It looks like an emotional fit, and the height goes up and down rather than up.

Almark imagines a shape commensurate with his voice.

Then, at the same time, you develop magic in your body.

I tried to put magic on my exhaled breath.

No, it's not.

This is a mere rhetoric.

Decrease the shape of the grate a little more.

"Almark. Hey, I've been talking to you alone for a while. And before long, Garaine stopped talking."

Galaine probably took care to make sure he heard the original voice. He returned to his usual expressionless expression and stared at Almark.

"You guys are scary. Don't shut up suddenly, you'll get anxious. Um, can you hear me?"

"Fiquet"

Almark spoke unexpectedly.

Fiquet unwittingly rounded her eyes and closed her mouth.

Because the voice was quite different from Almark's.

Talk to me more.

Almark said.

Not yet.

I put more magic into my voice.

"You're changing your voice."

Ficke said.

You look just like my voice.

"No."

Garaine shakes his head.

"Not at all similar."

The voice belongs to Garaine himself.

"Does it look alike? My voice is honest, I can't understand myself."

Ficke twisted his neck.

"Yeah, it's still a long way off. I know."

Almark answers Garaine.

The voice is slightly different from before.

"This isn't a perfect fit yet."

"Oh, it sounds like Nelson."

Garaine answers with a razor.

"Fiquet speaks louder."

I see. Is it still expensive? "

"Eh, am I that loud?

Almark nods in his heart to Fiquet's voice.

It's true.

Even higher.

Shall I make up my mind?

Almark continues to try and make mistakes.

"When you analyze my voice with that serious face, it's really embarrassing. Hey, are you listening? I wish I had brought Ain with me. I mean, Ain, it's just about here."

How long did Fiquet's solo recital last?

"... this is it."

Almark said.

"This is the shape of Fiquet's voice that I think. This is Ficke's voice."

"No, Ficke doesn't talk so calmly."

Garaine laughed hard after saying sleigh.

"But the voice is Fiquet."

"Yeah? Like me? I don't think so."

Fiquet twisted his neck with the same voice as Almark.

"It's the same, I'm with you!

Garaine said in the same voice as the two.

"Wow, that fits us all."

Almark said in Fiquet's voice.

"So, Almark, let's get a little closer to Fiquet."

Garaine answers with Fiquet's voice.

"Wahahahaha. I don't know, but it's interesting."

Fiquet laughs with Fiquet's voice.

I got Ficke's voice.

Almark said.

"Let's keep this conversation going a little longer."

The voices of the three Fickers echo through the magic practice hall.

"Hey, which way are you talking right now? Almark or Garaine."

"This is your voice, Fike."

"I know exactly what I'm talking about!

Wahahahaha

Gyahaha

"Almark, don't laugh at me. Try saying something more."

"I'm afraid of emelia."

"That's true, but why are we talking about it now?"

Wahahahaha

Gyahaha

"Oh, shut up."

Radmar stood up and shouted with a sick look.

"I've already beaten you three to death five times in my head. And every time."

When he heard the words, Illmis laughed thinly.

"But no matter how many times you kill, it will come out. As expected, this is not my fault. No matter what you think today, it's your fault. Especially you who never shut your mouth. You're crazy."

Fiquet was pointing at Radmar.

"Oh, it's me. But they all have the same voice, so they blame me for the other two."

No, it's you.

Radmar shakes his head.

"The voices of the other two sometimes blur subtly. The biggest rash is Almark, and the smaller one is the voice of the bigger one. But your voice doesn't bleed at all. Your voice is the original of both voices."

Hmm, Ilmis smiled with an unusual loud voice.

"You've heard a lot."

"Exactly. Sure, I'm the original."

Ficke said proudly for some reason.

"But I don't know his name, junior."

That's how I look at Radmar.

"Don't blame people for not being able to meditate. If Ain is one of my classmates, he'll say,"

Fiquet looks great, whether he's going to imitate Ain or not.

"If you really want to concentrate, close your ears."

It's Ain's voice.

Almark turns his eyes round.

"No, that's what my respectable torque would say."

Ficke's voice sandwiched Garaine's mouth.

"The one who can't concentrate doesn't have the ability to concentrate in the first place."

The voice mixed with a sneer was also the voice of torque itself.

I have to join the fight.

Words to focus on.

When I thought about it, the first words that came to mind were:

"No, that's what my father would say."

Almark also said in Fiquet's voice.

I can always hear my father's voice in my heart.

The sound of the voice can be clearly remembered even a small suppression.

I see.

Just as Garaine kept listening to Fiquet every day and getting caught up in the little Fiquet, I was creating an image of my father in myself.

It's been a long journey.

No, no, no.

Ever since I've had a heart attack.

I've been chasing after my father's back.

"Almark, don't worry."

That's right, I'll try it out.

My voice was naturally covered with magic.

There was no trial or error.

Oh, here it is.

Nostalgia rises.

This is my father's voice.

"If you're human, concentrate on anyone."

Almark said with a low adult voice.

"If you don't concentrate, you're gonna die."

After I finished, I wept a little.

Radmar sat on the floor from his knees as if he had given up after staring at the three faces of Almark.

"Sensei"

Radmar says powerlessly.

"Sometimes I feel asexual and stupid."

I see.

Ilmis nodded.

"Me too."

In that word, Radmar raised his face and looked at Illmis.

"Sometimes I think I'm stupid and I can't help it."

Ilmis said.

Oh, no way.

Radmar shook his head with a half-laugh.

The teacher.

"When that happens, I separate myself from the outside world."

Ilmis said.

"When you are alone, there is no object to compare. The concept of foolishness is no longer necessary."

Illmis loosened her mouth.

"That's how I lived."

In unexpected words, Almark, Garaine and Fiquet silently saw Illusis.

"You got a lot of words today, Radmar."

Ilmis looked at Radmar with a gentle look.

"Today was a good day for you."

Radmar did not reply and stared stunnedly at Illmis' face.