Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

The "Land Pigeon” takes a step forward.Every time, there is a terrible stench.

I am completely used to the smell.

Strong, dark power.

Almark held his sword.

Yes, but then what?

It was as if I had no idea.

Your legs are trembling and your whole body is numb.I can't get my head around either.

Gizalte was strong. But Angola is probably not the ratio.

Whether or not you can fight with all your might.However, Almark is no longer a full-blown fighter.

That was before we could win and not win.

Still, Almark held his sword.It was because I heard Gizalte's words.

If you don't take him down, he's getting off the ship.

You mustn't let that happen.

Almark remembered it with a head that seemed to float with heat.

Don't let this monster go to your friends.

We have to stop him here.

The only thing driving Almark was his sense of purpose.

"The tip of my sword is shaking."

And Gizareth said, As if he were a man of wisdom.

Hang in there, genius swordsman.

The words turned my mind a little bit.

I appreciate the pain in my shoulder now.

This pain keeps me awake.

Morning.

Almark finally started moving and thought with his head.

We have to wait for the morning.

It was the only solution that was possible for me.

There is a monster called the family of darkness.

Borapa, Durgan, Eldane.

The terrible dark monsters Almark has confronted so far.

The “land harpoon” in front of them, wrapped in darkness, looked just like them.

Well, then, there's something we can do.

Almark draws life from his experience and memory.

No matter how fiercely mad and the dark monster who claimed so many lives, the rush lasted until sunrise.

When the morning sun came out, they disappeared to melt.

As if they weren't allowed to exist outside of the night.

The same goes for this "Land Crucifix."

Almark thought.

He's not a bloody man.

Gizalte said that my fear was a fake.A thick shadow of my fear.

Then when the sun rises, will he also be banished from this world?

Almark looked forward to that possibility.

Continue to escape on this ship.

That way, the Land Crucifix won't get off the ship.

Eventually, if the sun shines on this deck, I will win. [M]

Almark twitched and retracted.

Move it.

I scolded my numb feet.

I'll let you rest as slowly as I can.So move it now.

The Land Crucifix did not change the pace of Almark's movements.

It was creepy, but now I appreciate it.

You can't escape if you're stuck like Gizalte at once.

Follow me slowly.

Almark took a much larger distance.

My legs are still moving.

Not as fast as I could fight, but my legs did what Almark wanted.

My shoulders hurt badly.

How many times do I have to wave my sword with all my might?

Try to calmly measure your limits.

Probably once or twice.

The sword you're not used to feels so heavy.

Moonlight.

The tip of the Angolan spear reflected it and glowed dull.

Almark feels his chest tingling.

That's the spear that pierced my chest. [M]

The large spear was no different from what was remembered.

The truth is, I was supposed to die there.

Severe fatigue and intermittent pain.Almark's hazy mind brings back bitter memories.

I still live like this because my father saved me.

A long time later, Morgard told me gently.

I've never seen Raise so upset.

After giving up everything on the battlefield, Raise ran to help you.

That made the battle a mess.

Perhaps my father lost much trust and fame as a result.I don't suppose he lost the lives of his people.

But my father didn't say anything to Almark when he woke up.

Good, bad, bad.

Neither did Almark.After hearing the story from Morgard, I couldn't hear it any more.

My father once told Almark not to rely on me on the battlefield.When I die, I end up alone.

Almark thought mercenaries would take it for granted.

But then, why did my father help himself by doing everything at that time?

Was it worth saving yourself so much?How disappointed was my father in that unusual battle?

When Almark was told to travel south, he lost the chance to regain his father's trust with his sword.

That's why that spear is still stuck in Almark's chest.

Almark decided to become a magician.I wanted my father to be a bit proud of his son by becoming a leading sorcerer.My son was a big deal after all.

But when I become a magician, I wonder if this spear will come out.

Surprisingly, Angora lifted his spear overhead.

Keep the spear wide and round.

That was what Almark remembered.

Just watching that behavior brings bitter things up from the back of your throat.

Are you scared, me?

I finally realized it.

You notice that your whole body is wet with cold sweat that is not due to fatigue.

The opponent is a phantom.

Almark thinks so.

Still, the “land jade” is still a symbol of fear for me.

Angola is approaching at an unchanging rate.

Even if that appearance was a symbol of fear.

Almark told himself.

If they follow us slowly, we can earn that amount of time.

I don't know how much time I have until morning.But if we can get out of here by then.

I was surprised to hear a low laugh.

Gizalte.

"Sweet, kid."

Gizalte sat on the boat.

"Do you think the Land Tree is such a sweet opponent?"

Almark didn't answer that.

It's not a sweet opponent.

Almark, who had the experience of actually wearing a sword, knew that better.

But in reality, there was no other way.

Almark slipped back again.Keep a close distance.

It was that moment.

With the roar, the whole ship swayed.

Impact enough to imagine that even a large rock hit the ship.

But that was the sound of Angola stepping in.

The giant body was approaching Almark.

That much distance was crushed in an instant.

The speed of this step. I've never seen it before.

Almark squeezed his whole body and flew sideways.But it was useless. The Angolan spear precisely penetrated Almark's right thigh.

I didn't scream. Angora shook his spear.The stabbed leg was lifted across the body and Almark was thrown.

Roll the deck.

I felt painful and couldn't make a sound.

Still, it was my last instinct as a mercenary not to let go of my sword.

Angora is approaching his hand with a bloody spear.

Gizalte laughed.

I was supposed to lose my life back then.My father saved my life.You're going to lose it here?

Almark thought as if he was waving.

Sacrifice your life to the same opponent?

It also seemed like an ironic fate.

Instead of winning, I had no chance of surviving.

However, Almark did not abandon himself.On the contrary, I desperately tried to connect and stop my fading consciousness.

It is not because of the special feeling of facing death or destiny.

Because I saw a stick rolling there.

A stick of wood with no seemingly unusual philosophy.But it was the key to opening the gate.

Almark's precious girl.

Just thinking about it makes your heart feel warm and welcoming.

A wand that greatly influenced her destiny was rolling in there.

I can't die.

Remember.

Strong.

You can't die.

I can't die alone without throwing it out here. [M]

Almark stood up and the giggle disappeared from Gizalte's face.

Are you going to stand?

Gizalte murmured.

"With those feet."

Stand up.

If you want to live, you have to stand on your feet.

Angora is slowly approaching Almark.

Almark glanced at Kasumi.

How far have you come? Distance, time.

I don't know anything.

What should I do?There is no solution.

But we can't die.

So I stood up.

Wendy, I'm...

With you.

It was then.

I heard a song.