Almark's wounds clogged when Illmis' glowing hands were bruised.
Slightly, Illmis lowered his hand and called out to Almark.
"The wound is healed."
"Thank you."
But Ilmis says.
"Lost blood and magic will not return soon. It depends on your own resilience."
"... yes"
Then Ilumis helped wake the fallen Wallis.
"This is... is it?"
Ilumis frowned a little.
Somewhat, I told Almark to listen.
"... I'm just losing my mind."
Really? I'm glad. "
Almark managed to wake his upper body.
"But how did the teacher know this place was here?"
Oh, and Ilmis answers.
"I felt a strong dark magic during my vigilance. I didn't think you were dealing with him."
Dark magic.
Speaking of which, Almark thinks.
The bronze and silver magicians Almark confronted were all reluctant to use noticeable and powerful magic.
Were you afraid of being noticed by teachers at the Academy, including Miss Ilmis?
And the source of dark magic that Professor Ilmis noticed was probably not them, who had always been cautious magic.
Almark glanced at Wallis as he fainted.
Earlier I spoke as if I were someone else.
However, on the contrary, there was no significant discomfort with Almark.
The impression that you were quite a nobleman when you first met him.
The way he spoke earlier did not contradict it.
Sensei, speaking of which...
Almark remembers and gives Ilmis the stick he held in his right hand.
I think they were after this.
"They."
Ilmis first reacted to the word.
"Was there another companion?"
"Yes, two more. Unlike this one, it was bronze."
"What happened to them?"
"I beat him down."
Almark answered.
"With this stick"
Ilumis glanced at the bars and Almark's face and then blew it out.
I see. Looks like you. "
"What the hell is this?"
In response to Almark's question, Ilumis stared at the stick and then shook his head small.
"I'm sure it's not just a stick."
But keep going.
"I can't say anything absurd from my mouth. The dean will explain more than what happened."
"From the Dean."
Almark didn't know why the dean's name suddenly appeared.
This is just a stick I was told I didn't need to help Maia with her work.
Sometimes, why would you give such an important thing to yourself, and in the first place, why would you give it to me in such an appropriate way?
Maia must have mistaken something and pushed something terrible against herself.
But I can't help but say that Ilmis can't answer now.
"... is that so?"
Almark takes a closer look at the stick.
What is this magic wand?
With a little expectation, I'll ask.
"Does it look that way?"
"No, not really."
Well, maybe not.
Isn't that right?
Well...
I don't know, Illmis picks up the silver that fell on the ground away from Almark.
The surface still has the same complex pattern as the copper coins.
"How did this thing get inside the academy...."
Ilumis is aware of today's strict security regime.
The surface of the silver coin conveys a twitching magic.
Such powerful magical objects cannot pass through the guards of today's main gate, in which the teachers also participated.
And three of them.
If it were possible...
"Two pieces of bronze are falling under the dorm."
"Okay. I'll collect it later."
Iris nodded at Almark's words.
The effects of change have already been lost, but cannot be left unattended.
"Almark, you won't be able to walk much today. I'm calling people now, so what are you doing in the dorm...?"
Illmis looked back and saw Almark standing up and flexing, opening his eyes.
"Yes, stretch."
"No, it's not."
Illmis saw Almark's bloodless face.
"You've been bleeding a lot, and your magic is almost empty."
"Yes, that's right. I still have a tingling in front of me."
Almark said.
"Magic is... similar to when you failed and emptied it in front of your teacher a long time ago."
"That's why I'm telling you."
Ilumis shook his head without understanding.
"What the hell are you doing with that body?"
"What did you say...?"
Almark looked directly at Illmis and answered.
"Today is a martial arts tournament. My game is coming up."