Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

Almark saw a fallen Gizalte in front of him, and he finally felt a sweat coming out of his body.

It was close.

I can see my hands trembling even more now.

The strength and experience of the sword were superior.

If I had been carefully sitting down and fighting, I would probably not have won.

However, Gizalte was in a hurry to fight, fearing a failed raid and perhaps Morgan's reinforcements.

So I was able to read the monotonous attack.

If there had been more slashing from treading, it would probably not have prevented it.

But Gizalte's quick attack focused on Almark's neck.

So I was able to prevent it and win.

... but...

Almark thought.

It's a match, too. Strength and results do not always match.

I gained another experience.

"Almark!

Call your name and look back.

Morgan was rushing in.

Morgan stops screaming when he sees Gizarte's body.

No, you did it.

"Oh, thanks to Morgan. Thank you."

Almark smiled.

Where's Wendy?

"Maybe he's still asleep on the fourth floor. Ward and the others looked at it....."

As Morgan was about to say, a lot of servants ran out of the building.

At the forefront is Ward, the faithful old butler of the Bar Herb family.

"Lord Almark! How are you?"

"Mr. Ward. I hope you're all safe."

Almark laughs at the rushing Ward.

"... Wendy..."

"The young lady hasn't woken up yet... I can't help it, she did it all by herself."

Almark nods at Ward's words.

"... that's right. Wendy was amazing."

When Almark, Morgan and Wendy were in the reception room enjoying an unforgettable chat.

Almark understood everything in an instant when he heard a loud noise and scream from the courtyard.

The end of a happy time.

A mercenary raid.

"Eh, what's that sound? No way."

Wendy rushes to the window.

"Wendy, no."

Almark stopped it.

If your enemies have flying gear, it's dangerous to expose them through the window without warning.

"But"

Maybe they were hired by your father's political opponents.

When this happens, I have to say it.

I'm here to kill you.

Wendy's face blushed quickly. It's not impossible.

"We'll stop it. Wendy, you're somewhere safe."

Wendy said something unexpected, blocking Almark's words.

"We have to protect everyone!!"

Al Mark also complains of aggression.

"I won't let you kill anybody anymore!!"

There was a flame of anger in Wendy's eyes.

Almark had never seen Wendy reveal such strong emotions.

It was then that I forgot it was an emergency and was confused by Wendy's unexpected appearance.

Almark felt an incredible magic stream popping out of her body.

Is it gushing out of her body, or is it flowing in from somewhere else? Anyway, there was an unusual amount of magic wrapped around Wendy that Almark had never felt before.

What is this?

While Almark was overwhelmed, Wendy flipped out of the room.

"A, Almark, what should we do?"

Morgan is screaming.

"The mercenaries from the north are here. We're all gonna get killed!

In these times, there is no noise or anything.

Almark calms down and grabs his dagger.

"It's okay. I'm here with you. I can handle it."

"Me and you...."

"Let's go after Wendy anyway. Morgan needs a cane."

"Okay, okay."

The two jumped out into the hallway.

Ward ran up there.

"Ladies and gentlemen..."

Get out of the room now.

Wendy ran back when she was about to say it.

I have a cane in my hand.

"Lady!"

Ward screams.

"The werewolves are invading! The guards are stopping in the garden right now, so the lady needs to evacuate to the fourth floor."

Evacuate everyone upstairs! Everyone! "

Wendy waved his wand as he told Ward to wear it.

"Ah!?"

Ward shouted.

The pottery bowl in the hallway turned into Ward.

The Art of Change.

It's one of Wendy's most recent magic specialties.

Ward, who was supposed to be a pot, looked around.

Not only can you change your appearance, but you can even move.

"Everybody run up. I'll make a place for everyone."

What you're saying is a mess.

Wendy's spirit must have been quite confused by the enormity of magic.

However, the magic that is swirling around your body now is so terrifying that even Almark can feel it. It's not very elementary school girl's magic.

The life-threatening of her servants, not just herself, but Ward and others, awakened to the magic that was sleeping inside her.

It's an unusual magic that can't be explained unless you think about it.

"I won't let you kill anyone."

Wendy screams. Almark looked beautiful with that incredible expression.

"Lady, what are you talking about? I don't care what happens to us. Hurry up."

Ward shouted desperately, but Wendy waved his cane and turned the plants into a servant.

"Lady, listen to me!

But Wendy won't listen.

All Wendy's spirit is spent controlling the incredible magic that springs up and exerting magic, and reason does not work and normal judgment cannot be made.

How much of a fake servant you've made won't help solve the situation.

Wendy's strong desire not to let anyone die. It's the only thing that has surfaced beyond the magical thick walls and gone wild.

But Almark, who was looking at it, came up with an idea like a scripture.

"No, Mr. Ward! Let's go!