Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

"Yolog-sama suddenly came to visit one day."

Ward keeps talking indifferently.

"When the majestic old man came to the Mansion without a companion, something went wrong. As soon as Yolog-sama was named, she said she wanted to see her daughter and went into her room by herself. Elmond was very worried about what the Dean of the Magic Academy was doing, peeking and listening from the outside, but Yologu-sama and the young lady were sitting opposite each other in the chair and talking about something, and it seemed like that was all they knew."

Almark met Yologue when he was five years old.

I have already faded my memory, but I remember the old man talking to my father for a long time.

If you think about it now, that day, Almark's path to life was decided.

And I didn't know the dean was at Wendy's.

"You two have been talking for a long time, it's been a long time. Occasionally, I heard the daughter sobbing, and Elmond was distracted. When the two of you finally came out, the young lady had a refreshing face as if the possession had fallen. And Yolog said to Elmond,"

Ward coughed one up and said.

"When she turns nine, she goes to Nork Magic Academy. It has great qualities."

"Wow."

Morgan speaks up.

"It's a direct recommendation from the dean. I just happened to pass the selection exam."

"Lord Morgan, no one happens to be in that academy."

Ward licks Morgan like that before continuing.

"Since that day, the young lady has become very bright... just like before. It's not that I forgot about Tilia... it looks like she blew something out. Elmond had initially shown difficulty in admitting his daughter to the Magic Academy, but it seemed like he had already come to a conclusion after watching the situation when it was blocked. And in the spring, when she was nine, she was admitted to Nork Magic Academy. I think you all know what happened to your daughter after that."

That's all, Ward said.

Ward turns straight back and stretches his spine to two people who don't know what to say.

"This is the first time you've talked to anyone outside. Why did you tell me this story... please draw on my feelings."

That said, Ward lowered his head deep.

"I can no longer help my daughter. Please take good care of your daughter. Protect your daughter."

Mr. Ward, please raise your head.

They said in a hurry, but Ward didn't raise his head no matter what they said.

"... thank you for talking to me."

Almark finally said so to Ward, who raised his head.

"I see. Why did you cry when you heard Ward that night?"

Ward sees Almark.

I remember the exchange that night and Al Mark's tears, and I felt a little expressive.

"It was my first time. Since I came here, an adult who knew I was the son of a mercenary and said he believed me."

Almark looked down in shame.

Mr. Ward.

Almark said he was very happy.

"I want to satisfy Mr. Ward's trust. Mr. Ward entrusted us with his most important thing. [M] For us children like this."

Almark looked Ward straight in the eye and said.

Wendy will be protected by us.

Next to Almark, Morgen nodded forcefully.

Almark repeated.

"We must."

The big door in front of the Winter Mansion... still rattling on first aid... Wendy was waiting for me when I left.

Today, the sleeves are a little longer than usual.

Wendy's right, the summer is almost over.

Almark thought.

Wendy smiles at both of them, but she's still not feeling well.

I'll see you to the gate.

"Yeah."

I didn't play as much as I did during the picnic.

The three walked in silence in the courtyard.

Wendy opened her mouth as she approached the gate.

Thank you so much for coming.

Then he smiles.

"Wait for me at school first. I'll be back when I'm done."

"Yeah."

Morgan nods.

"I'll be waiting."

That's what Almark said.

"If I see you out the gate, you'll find it hard to leave. Here....."

Wendy says so and stops.

"Yes, Wendy, thank you for everything."

In Morgan's words, Wendy replies with a smile, "What are you talking about? This is our dialogue."

Almark also tried to say something.

Wendy is also waiting for Almark's words.

Unexpectedly, my chest got stuffed.

Is it okay to break up easily like this?

Almark thought.

I wanted to tell Wendy something.

The truth is, on that raid night, I wanted to say something to your little back, kneeling in front of a lot of bodies.

I wanted to empower you.

Almark didn't even know if it was for Wendy or just for self-satisfaction.

I just said something more and it may not be in time anymore.

But if you leave this mansion, you'll never make it.

Wendy, who was reunited at the beginning of her vacation, doesn't know how Almark feels anymore.

If Wendy still has a little chance of getting to her.

I don't mind clichés.

I wanted to say something to you.

"Um...."

That said, Almark got stuck in his words again.

Wendy looks at him strangely.

Almark hurriedly turned away from Wendy and looked into the garden.

Just in the corner of the garden, you can see that place.

The place where the bodies of the mercenaries that Al Mark slashed were lying that day.

Where Wendy looked down at the mercenary's body and said she would not allow it.

On its little back, where it stood, bearing all the responsibilities of the Bar Herb family.

You don't have to carry that on your own.

We're here.

Obsolete words come to mind and disappear.

That's not what I want to tell you.

Wendy's heart won't be able to hear such unrealistic words.

When I say something that the mercenary's son doesn't understand, I don't pass it on as a living word to Wendy, the noble lady who actually bears the responsibility.

Son of a mercenary.

At that time, Al Marc's brain came back to interacting with his old father.

Almark, you...

Words I couldn't remember that night.

When I remembered that, I found only one word I could say to Almark.

"Wendy"

Wendy finally sees Almark with his mouth open.

"Yeah."

"Today, even if you leave us, there's something I want you to remember."

Wendy blinks. Beautiful lashes shake.

"Remember."

Almark said.

We're magicians.

Wendy looks good.

"I can't use one of my magic tricks. Maybe it's not what I'm saying."

Almark desperately connected his words.

He stared at Wendy in pain.

Delivery.

Wendy, we're magicians.

Almark said it again.

Not nobles, not civilians, not mercenaries.

"We're magicians, no matter who we are."

Delivery.

Please get it.

"That's why I want you to come home as Wendy."

Wendy's eyes shake.

"I'll be waiting. On Nork Island. At Nork Magic Academy."

Wendy nodded.

I didn't say anything, but nodded over and over again.

Almark remembered one day interacting with his father as he headed alongside Morgan to the white carriage waiting area.

Father illuminated by the fire of fire.

No one picks up a mercenary's body.

That's what Almark told his father.

"So, even if I die, won't Dad pick up my body?

My father looked away from the flame and saw Almark's face.

A gentle expression that is completely different from what you see on the battlefield.

My father reached out and brushed Almark's head violently.

"Almark, you will not die in battle."

Father said so slowly.

You're gonna be a magician.

I wonder why I forgot.

Maybe I didn't want to be a magician back then, so I sealed it in the bottom of my memory.

The voice of my father in my memory echoed many times in Almark's head, like a sign illuminating the road ahead of me.

"You're gonna be a magician."

How much did my father think of the words?

I wish at least half of what I said to Wendy had been thoughtful. [M]

We're magicians.

Almark murmured again to make sure.

"That's right. Me, you, Wendy."

Morgan nodded next door.

"Almark, it's good to be traveling with you."

"... it's me. Thank you, Morgan. I'm glad you're here."

They put their shoulders together with a smile and walked down the road.

The endless summer sun was illuminating the two of them.