"Oh, it hurts."
Saying in a low voice, the man in front of him slowly stood up.
"It's not like you're dealing with kids."
The man in the back said with an unequal voice.
"Suddenly it's coming from behind. You can try eating too."
The man in front of him slowly lifted his wand as he said.
"Well, why should I?"
Almark tried to move his body, but he still couldn't move even one finger. I barely moved my eyes.
"What is this kid anyway?"
The man in the back says.
"I don't know."
The man in front of me shook his head.
"I suddenly jumped in."
It stinks.
It stinks.
It stinks.
Every time two men open their mouths, they stink.
After a loose exchange, the man in front of you comes to a conclusion.
"Do you want me to kill you?"
That would be good.
The man behind also nodded lightly.
"I can't use fancy magic anyway. Kill them quietly."
"I'll do it."
The man in front of him sticks out his cane.
"I didn't do it."
"Whatever."
A man in the back passes by Almark and goes into the middle of the room.
"There's something we have to do. We need to get this over with."
"I'm not even told."
Hmm, snorting his nose, the first man points his wand at Almark.
It's a shock.
Almark's body, unable to move, was under intense pressure.
That's from all directions.
It's like crushing paper debris and putting pressure on Almark's entire body.
Almark couldn't even raise his voice when the pain was so intense that he screamed.
Your body feels dizzy.
"Excuse me. I hate you, kid."
The man laughs as he says so with his cane crossed.
"It feels good. Crush it."
Almark struggled desperately to move his body amidst the intense pain of flying consciousness.
Move it.
Move it.
Move, move, move.
However, the body still doesn't move with a twitch.
Conversely, the pressure is just getting stronger.
In a place like this.
Blood comes out of Almark's nose, ears, eyes.
This place is going to be done by such an unfamiliar guy?
Is this the end of it?
"Huh, unexpectedly moist. Not a sturdy body."
The man laughs.
It can't be over.
Almark remembered strongly.
Move it.
Move it.
Move, move, move.
Dad.
Mother.
Wendy.
Almark calls out the names of people close to him.
I can't end this.
I am here. [M]
However, the desperate resistance is weak, and the consciousness gradually fades away.
It doesn't move.
No matter how much you remember, your body doesn't move with a twitch.
Don't be afraid.
Suddenly Iris shouted at Almark's back.
You're not who you were that day anymore.
It was a scripture.
Yes, it is.
Almark noticed.
Magician.
I'm a magician.
If your body doesn't move, you can practice.
Even if the body does not move, the mind is free.
Depriving me of my physical freedom cannot interfere with my meditation. [M]
I'm just kneading it.
Almark stopped his fading consciousness at once.
Concentrate.
Practice your magic.
I can't politely practice. I can't afford that.
But I desperately make a wave.
Flow.
Flow, my magic.
Wave.
As the waves grow stronger, it moves Almark's mind as if magic had the will.
With this amount of magic.
The magic screams.
Are we going to crush our host with this amount of magic?
Your whole body is overflowing with magic.
Are we going to deprive our host of his freedom with this amount of magic?
The magic of the man who tied Almark's body back from the inside.
"What is this?"
The man was wounded.
This kid's magic. It's pushing back my magic. "
Almark slowly bent his right arm.
It moves.
"It's moving."
The man screams.
"Why, this kid... What kind of joke is this?"
Almark swallows his teeth and takes a step towards the man.
"This guy's still at the gate. What is this magic?"
"What are you doing?"
Another man shook his cane at Almark.
The second magic strikes Almark's body.
This time, not in all directions, but strong pressure from top to bottom.
Suddenly, as the direction of the force suddenly changed, Almark rolled his back and nodded.
You can't breathe under the intense pressure that pushes you to the floor.
But in that clap, the stick of wood that was standing collapsed and rolled at Almark's feet.
"Nu"
A man speaks up.
At the foot of the kid.
I don't know which man I spoke to anymore.
Almark saw the stick.
Unusual luck.
But Almark has been through it many times.
Almark turned his eyes only towards his partner, the Dagger.
In that sheath.
It must be glowing.
Mom's pendant.
Almark mobilizes all the magic in his body.
The magic of two men.
It doesn't matter.
Almark's whole body is screaming.
This amount of magic is not the number of things.
"There was an accident"
Almark screamed.
Sprinkle the magic of the men and grab the stick.
"You got it, kid."
The man screams.
"But what are you gonna do with it?"
I don't know what that is, kid.
"What are you going to do with that?"
There is a sound of ridicule in the two words.
I don't know which one is talking anymore.
The men were trying to prepare for the next magic, seeing that simple pressure would not take down Almark.
"I can't help it. Burn it down."
"I can't help it. Cut it up."
... what do you want me to do with this?
Almark squeezed and grabbed the stick in his right hand.
Don't you know?
Ever since we found out the son of a mercenary in the north.
No, not since before I realized.
What should I do if I have a stick?
What have we been growing up for? [M]
There's only one thing to do.
Almark yelled again.
I'll let you know if you want to know.
Full body magic is played and the body regains complete freedom for an instant.
Almark jumped at the man in front of him.
It doesn't matter if it's the first man or if it's from behind.
Shake the bar horizontally.
The fast blow broke the man's neck.
"What a barbaric imitation."
Another man screamed and shouted his staff.
Pressure hits Almark again.
Almark exudes all the magic from his body, bouncing back the man's magic and jumping again.
"I know what it is."
I shook the stick straight down into the sky of the man I was about to say.
dull feeling.
The man collapses without a sound.
Remember that.
Almark thought.
If you have a stick, this is what you do.