Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

I suppose you saw the opportunity for the boy to look at Gizalte. A subordinate next to Delan stepped sharply and waved his sword down at the boy.

It was a heavy slash enough to be excessive against children.

In fact, the boy could hardly move against the attack. I thought Gizalte had also been slashed.

But the attack cut through the sky.

At the same time, your men collapse by spraying blood from your neck.

I didn't fail to move. Gizalte understood. It didn't move.

The movement to dodge the slash was only a very slight movement to sway the body, and at the same time he counterattacked.

"You're from the north."

Gizalte speaks.

The boy sees him.

"Mercenaries that year. Have you been hired by anyone in this house?"

That's all I could think of. But the boy somehow seeped anger into his eyes.

"I...."

Your face is seeping as young as you should be.

He's her friend.

"Friends?

Gizarte raised her eyebrows unexpectedly.

"The noble lady and the northern mercenary are your friends? I could have lied a little more."

Mercenaries.

Delane intercepted Gizalte's words.

"He must have been in a regiment somewhere. Where have you been?"

His eyes peered with anger and strong curiosity.

These are all the mercenaries in the north. If the opponent is a mercenary, he cannot help but ask which regiment he was in, where he fought, and who he fought against.

The boy looks puzzled for a moment in response to Delan's question.

Gizalte managed to control the reaction of her neighbors. That's not a gap. If you slash it, it'll be the second dance.

After a little hesitation, the boy opened his mouth as if he had decided.

"Lieutenant of the Black Wolf Cavalry, Shadow Fang, son of Raise, Almark."

And Delane shouted.

"Hey, see you later."

Gizalte also understood why the boy's eyes looked familiar.

Delan screams.

"The Black Devils who broke down the Fire Dragon Mercenaries and destroyed our Bloody Mercenaries."

He was at the head of it.

The man with sad eyes who was not intoxicated by blood in the noise of the battlefield.

"That son of a bitch, Shadow Fang!

Hearing that, the boy broke his lips slightly.

"Well, do you know my father?"

"I don't know what you know. This is a bone marrow for resentment."

"How are you?"

"Ahh!?"

"No, I don't think so."

The boy shakes his head. Delan spits at the words.

"Kid, name the mercenary you've been with."

"... the" Great Shield ”ninning, the" Reaper ”Gil, the" Land Crucifix ”Angolan..."

Not all of them are first-class. Gizalte watches and Delan laughs.

Gizalte, I'll take care of this kid.

Delane is a different type of mercenary than Gizalte.

I like to fight strong and famous opponents.

I haven't been able to say it publicly since I lost the battle, but if there's a strong opponent in front of me, it's not the story. His mercenary instincts demand a fight.

"Ace of the Blood Mercenaries, Delan of the Blood Axe."

In that name, Almark said a word.

"I've heard of the Blood Mercenaries..."

Besides, he said he didn't know your name.

"The name of the last person you fight."

Delan slowly fills the gap while saying it.

"Shadow Fang," Raise's son, Al Mark. I'll admit I'm strong enough to be a kid. "

Almark raised his dagger silently and pointed his notch between Delan's eyebrows.

At that moment, Delan's body became a whirlwind. The second axe hits Almark like a separate creature at an incredible speed.

Almark jumps out and dodges it, but Delan doesn't let go of the chase. Two axe whirlwinds chase Almark.

Almark is on the defense side. I can't cut it off, and the blood scatters from my cheeks.

At that time, however, Almark's dagger slash struck Delan, sewing through the gap in the axe's attack. Delan catches it with one axe and counterattacks with the other. Almark dodges it and launches an intense slash.

They repositioned and continued their fierce offensive. The axe is grabbed and the door is scratched several times.

Shit, Gizalte slapped her tongue.

At first, Delaney's attack was overwhelming. However, Almark's attacks gradually began to mix, and now the two attacks are one-fifth. It will eventually be reversed.

This is not the case if you are waiting slowly with your stupid face down. Gizalte looked to his men.

Almark's dagger catches Delan's axe, sparks scatter, and Almark jumps back to kill the shock. The space in front of the door opened in front of Gizarte.

"Now."

At that moment Gizalte and his men moved simultaneously.

His men slashed Almark and Gizalte hit the door with all her strength.

A dull noise opened the door and Gizarte jumped into the room.

I feel the wind.

The window in the room was wide open.

He ran away from the window and cooled his liver for a moment, but his daughter was still there.

A classy girl looking at us with a stiff face in front of the window. I saw it once in Garentlle, and I'm sure it was my daughter.

"I missed you."

The smile spills.

For Gizalte, the only life to be taken in this raid.

Gizalte rushed over and shook her sword.

The girl screams something, but she doesn't give her time. I cut off the neck under a blade.

Pick up the neck of the girl who rolled on the floor.

That's the end of the line. You don't have to deal with that crazy kid any more.

"Morgan, now!

Almark screamed from the outside.

A fat boy jumped out of the blind spot in the room. I have a cane in my hand.

Speaking of which, Gizarte remembers. The watchman said. There were two kids.

A fat boy sticks out his cane.

At that moment, there was a strong wind and Gizalte's body floated in the air.

/(adv, adv-to, vs) (on-mim) (on-mim) feeling better/feeling better/feeling better

Magicians. Who are these kids?

It was blown away by the wind, outside an open window.

Gizalte fell from the third floor to the ground, holding the girl's neck.