Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

As Yolog predicted, Almark grew up as a bright boy.

Raise did not try to teach him swordsmanship, but he grabbed a large sword for adults and encouraged him to practice.

Silent and unchanged, but as I grew up, there was light in my eyes.

And one day, when he was eight years old, an incident beckoned everyone.

On that day, the mother fleet was left behind, and all the main forces were in battle.

The opponent is the Knights of the Maurice Mercenaries. Strong enemies.

All the men were paying.

There, two mercenaries broke in.

They were mercenaries of the flow, but they were both mighty warriors.

Only women, children and the elderly remain in the Mother's Corps. It was not long before five people were given up for the Blood Festival.

There, Almark popped out.

He cleverly manipulated the adult dagger and immediately cut them down.

Rays, who had been wounded and returned to the Knights of the Maurice Mercenaries' Ace, "White Breeze“ and Garkash, heard the story from the women and roared.

Your son seems to be a mercenary, and Captain Jerus slapped Raise on the shoulder.

Raise called Almark and asked him if he wanted to go to the next battlefield. Almark nodded.

Winter has passed and spring has come.

Almark was nine years old in spring.

However, while the situation in the north deteriorated day by day, Raise was not in a very good position to leave his troops.

Instead of entering the Magic Academy, Almark embellished his first team.

The adults mixed it up and slashed four.

My father told me to come out next time.

The second battle was a loser. Instead of reading textbooks in his classroom, he bled into the cold northern earth.

After five fights, summer came.

Almark was already a full warrior.

However, Raise did not give up his son's admission to the Magic Academy.

On the day when there was no war, I called my son, and taught him as much scholarship as I knew. Read and write letters, calculate numbers, and absorb them in the same way that Almark acquired swordsmanship.

Thus, Al Mark's nine-year-old summer passed without reason for Raise.

One day, Almark nearly lost his life on the battlefield.

The Ace of the Garrett Heavy Mercenary Regiment, nicknamed "The Land Warrior,“ was pierced in the chest by an Angolan spear.

Fortunately, the emergency was off, but I couldn't even get up for a month.

Raise finally decided to break up with his son.

I finally called Al Mark, who was very happy with his body, and said that Raise was headed south tomorrow.

At first, Almark resisted.

Raise yelled at Almark to fight with his father.

"Stupid bastard, what a foot and a hand!"

In fact, the Black Wolf Cavalry was going to head north to the Battlefield Kingdom of Bastia, a five-fingered battlefield.

It's not just the battlefield that's in danger.

"It gets stronger."

Almark said. Raise, uh, snorts,

We're not gonna make it now.

I told her to throw up.

Almark, who was silent, now told Raise in a calm voice.

"Almark, be great. Look, mercenaries don't make much of a deal. There are a lot of stories of mercenaries becoming knights, but there aren't actually many. If everyone uses it well and loses its usefulness, it will be discarded in the end. If that's not the case, the sword is not enough.... use your head, Almark. Don't rely on me to figure out what to do and what to do. Learn, be smart, be great, and move many people."

Almark was silent for a while, but eventually he said, "Okay, Dad."

Raise didn't smell, he said, okay, he's a good kid.

Say goodbye to everyone.

Almark nodded and left the tent.

There were two children of the same age as Almark.

One young Mary admired Almark like her real brother.

A smart girl who mixes with adult women and does cooking and washing.

Don't forget about me, Almark, she said with a smile on her face.

Garba is the same age as Almark and the son of Gaizac, the master axe artist. Of course, I haven't been on the first team yet, but I hate losing and I've been hanging out with Almark all the time.

Good luck, Almark. The next time I see you, I'll be a soldier, too, Garba said.

Almark left early the next morning. Raise, who came to see you off,

"You are another warrior. I'm not worried. Sometimes the world just happens."

So I took out a little red pendant from my pocket.

Shetina.

Raise spoke the name of his dead wife.

Whatever happens, he'll protect you.

"Thank you."

Almark left his luggage on the ground and received it with both hands.

"... I'm going. My dad's fine."

Ah.

So they broke up.

After walking for a while and looking back, my father was still looking at us.

Almark waved loudly at the end.

Then Raise his hand slightly in response, and Raise turned his heel back into the camp.

Goodbye, Father and Almark muttered in their mouths.

My father soon disappeared.

And this was the last farewell of this parent-child.