Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

When you step into a maze, you can't see your feet at all because of the implantation coming from the left and right. Wendy waved his hand lightly and floated the wildfire over the three of them. The magical flames illuminate the feet of the three.

I can't hear you.

Nelson whispers. Almark nods silently.

I don't know what you're talking about at all, but I do have a faint voice. The voice seems to be heard from afar, or from close proximity. However, as for the direction, it seems you can hear it from within this maze.

"Shit, I think I can hear you in a little bit."

Nelson slapped his tongue.

"Yeah, I feel like a distant grandmother."

And Wendy. Sure, and Almark thought. Some vowels can be heard in fragments, and it seems to be a word of connection rather than meaningless pronunciation, but the distance of the voice is not stable, and for some reason, the extra noise of bothering around the word is mixed up and does not enter the ear with meaning. Almark wondered if old people with distant ears could hear like this.

Nevertheless, Almark is impressed that Nelson is a big deal. While poisoning your mumps and voice, don't slow down at all.

Take the next right.

Left corner there.

and give instructions as if they were singing. I find this maze quite complicated.

"Wow, Nelson. Are all the roads in your head?"

When Almark asked, Nelson shrugged his shoulders.

"I used to play hide and seek here every day of the year. I remembered it naturally. I can go anywhere in this maze, even if it's not Lord Boluk's."

Answer.

"Boys love this maze."

And Wendy nodded. As far as school is concerned, they have a long day living here for more than two years.

Almark saw a wildfire above his head. The magical flame is not affected by the wind, or it keeps illuminating the feet of the three while maintaining a clean shape like a windless indoor. It seemed like nothing, and Wendy was in control of everything. It's an amazing technique, and it wraps around my inner tongue.

What bothers me, though, is the wind.

Almark thought. I have always felt a faint wind blowing from the moment I entered this maze.

This maze in the middle of the garden. Judging by the terrain, maybe.

"Right there."

Almark paused his thoughts with Nelson's voice. I feel like my voice is getting closer and closer.

Almost there.

"Wow, I've never been wrong."

And Wendy.

"Your voice is getting closer."

Almark listens as he speaks.

Touchy, Touchy, Touchy, Touchy... Touchy, Touchy...

That's awesome. Almost there, I can't hear you.

Left of the slit.

Nelson points to the implant slit. Turning there as instructed, my sight opened.

We arrived at the center of the maze. It's a small square surrounded by implants. In the middle of it stands an unspeakable old man in a robe. A stone statue of Sir Borouk, the former lord of Nork Island.

"My voice....!

Wendy screamed a little. It's not impossible. The three of them felt that the voice that they had heard intermittently until now was rapidly moving away as soon as they entered the square.

"I'm with you yesterday! My voice runs away."

As Nelson said, he ran behind the statue.

"Shit, there's nobody here!

What's your exit?

Wendy, the only way to get to the square is the road where the three of us have just arrived and the other road behind the stone statue.

"There's nobody here. You ran away?

Nelson's voice sounded regrettable.

While looking for the Lord of the Voice, Almark noticed the identity of the discomfort he had always been concerned about.

"... the wind."

Almark murmured and looked at his feet. Almark felt a very slight wind blowing from behind at his feet illuminated by the wildfire. However, the wind that had been blowing on one side until now spread in all directions and disappeared in this square.

I mean...

"Wendy, Nelson!

Almark screamed. Looking back a little bit.

"Wind... gather the wind!

"The wind....?

"You two can do this, right? Recall the wind coming out of this square!

Nelson had a bad face, but soon Wendy shouted.

"Nelson! The art of wind bending!

"What? Ah, oh, oh."

Wendy was quick. I'm sorry it's getting dark, but when I shake my fingers and extinguish the wildfire, I open my hands wide and activate the wind bending technique.

The art of wind bending. Unlike the wind technique of blowing the wind yourself, it is a technique of changing the orientation of the wind that is blowing from the beginning.

"Uh-huh, that's a new trick. I hope it works."

Nelson mimics Wendy.

Those are the little geniuses. Almark felt the wind coming through the square again with two magic tricks.

"My voice!

Wendy shouts in surprise.

"I can hear you!

"Really!

Nelson shouted. I'm starting to hear voices that were supposed to go away very quickly again.

"Nelson let the wind blow over here. I let the wind blow from the opposite side and gather my voice here."

Wendy quickly instructed Nelson to turn his body around and wave loudly. The two winds blended together in the square, and their voices were heard more clearly than ever before.

So, I thought. Even if I stay here, I'm just hungry, and I'm going back to the dorm. And then, when it comes to lilty..... "

The three looked at each other at the same time. It's not a story that resembles someone's voice. I knew all three of the Lord of Voices well.

"... Norish"

Wendy murmured.