Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

Suddenly, Norish, who was visited by three people, blushed his face and repeatedly and embarrassed him.

"Did all three hear my talk? I'm so embarrassed! Forget it!"

"Forget it, I've had enough trouble sleeping at night!

and Nelson.

"Don't bother listening to me!

"If I hear a mysterious voice in such a place, I'll go ask anyone if it's a man! Except for Morgan!

Nelson makes a fussy statement. Well, well, Almark and Wendy get in between.

"Norish, I knew you were good at wind magic...."

Wendy pushes Nelson away with her shoulders and speaks.

"I can't believe you can use wind messenger magic anymore... the magic you learn in middle school, right? It's amazing."

"I'm still practicing, so it's not stable."

Norrish and Wendy didn't seem too satisfied.

Windmail magic is the magic of delivering words to distant opponents on the wind. It takes time, but a good magician can deliver a message of flesh across the ocean.

That sounds like a great and convenient magic, but it's a magic that sends the wind to the place where the other person will be, so if the other person isn't there when the wind arrives, the words won't reach. It's magic that's hard to use.

"So, why were you spreading the magic of wind chatter into the maze?"

Nelson pulls his face out of Wendy's side and says that he is likely to get in Norish's way again.

"What a chat!

Sure enough, Norish gets caught up in the word.

"In the meantime, what I heard in the garden was a terrible chat!

Yannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

Wendy pushes Nelson back.

"But why did you send a wind message to Lord Boluk's statue?

When Almark asked from behind, Norish fell ashamed.

"Nothing particularly profound..."

"Lie to me!

Yannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

"There seems to be a reason. If you don't want to talk about it, you can."

Almark said.

"But I don't feel like I've heard from you... Norish, the way you talk... well, I don't know because I've never met you before."

Wendy looks back at Almark. Nelson, what did he say?

"Your voice is very nice and friendly... yeah. It was like talking to my grandfather."

Norish breathes deeply into Almark's words.

Nelson peels at the reaction.

"No way, Norish... were you Lord Boluk's grandson?"

"Idiot, no!

Having a sip of Nelson, Norish turns to Almark.

"That's Almark. Everything"

No, it's just an impression.

"Hey, do you have time to go to the garden again? Let's talk over there."

Norish smiled unexpectedly.