Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

Almark's admission to Nork Magic Academy was two years late.

The fire of war broke out in Nakahara and the South, more than a hundred years ago. In contrast, the war in the north showed no sign of stopping.

Various countries rose and vanished, many people's lives were lost in vain, and yet the people of the North spent forty-five years in war without being able to produce a definitive power.

Bloody mercenaries from all over the continent naturally gathered north.

Almark's father, Raise, was also north as deputy commander of the mighty Black Wolf Cavalry.

Almark first met the dean Yologue when he was five years old.

At that time, the Black Wolf Cavalry, driven by skirmishes between the Kingdom of Finland and the Kingdom of Gilba, was marching with its mother in the buffer zone between the two countries.

There can be no safe march north. On the same day, after checking the dust in front of him, Raise took his own decathlon cavalry for reconnaissance.

"Stay away from the mother fleet."

Raise took the lead by instructing his men.

The opponent quickly found out. They were bandits who turned this area into a castle. Is the number thirty horses or something?

Looks like the bandits were chasing the old man on the road.

Raise murmured that they weren't coming down.

It also contains information that the regular Gilba army is moving forward.

Let's kick the bandits out and stretch them a little further. He looked back at his men with determination.

Here we go.

At that time, he had no idea what to do with the old man on the chase.

What he was looking at was a bandit chasing an old man, not an old man being chased by a bandit.

The cavalry below Raise ambushed from the side of the bandits.

For the first time in a shameful battle in the name of the black wolf, more than three times the number of bandits fragilely collapsed.

The battle was over when Raise cut the seventh.

"Did the rest escape?"

Raise murmured as she looked around. The bandits defeated leaving behind their pals' bodies.

So for the first time, he turned his attention to the old man.

The old man took a rough breath and thanked him for the danger.

It was a disaster, Grandpa.

Raise said.

"This area will soon be a battlefield. It's dangerous to travel alone."

Then he looks back at his men who are fishing for the body of the bandit and yells at them to keep it that way.

Counting the number of men gathered, she whispered that Wenner had been killed.

"I'm going to stretch my legs a little further. Gil Ba's regular army has been worshipping him."

And as they all rode, they looked back at the old man as they remembered.

"If you wait here for a while, our mother fleet will come. If you're on a solo journey, you can name it Raise and put it in the carriage. What are you worried about? It's a mercenary group on the move, some women, some kids. If we get to the border, we can go with you."

I said with a breath.

All right, let's go.

Raise's call prompted the black wolves to start running.