Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

Exit the game and everyone returns to the waiting room.

"It was a closing ceremony that immediately accompanied the awards ceremony after a short break. Don't go far away."

Bowen looks out and says so, rushing back to the game.

Almark's feet were moving a long time ago, but they were still far from it.

Combined with the aftertaste of Dr. Celia's medicine, Almark wanted to go out to a cooler place.

"I'm gonna hit the outside wind a little bit."

Say so to Nelson and leave the martial arts hall.

The closing ceremony is sparse.

The wind is pleasant in the early autumn.

I wondered what would happen at the moment, but I managed to finish the game.

The team wins, the class wins.

It is a pity that Leila and Rado have lost, but this is a battle without life.

I'm sure they'll both be stronger to feed on defeat.

That was when I was thinking about it.

"Thank you."

A familiar voice from behind.

Almark looked back.

White skin and black hair. A girl about the same age as Almark.

Almark warned me that the girl was standing there.

Thank you, Almark.

"You...."

"Are you hurt?

Worried eyes.

As Almark nodded unexpectedly, the girl stared straight into Almark's eyes.

You risked your life to protect me.

The girl said.

"Everyone."

"Everyone....?

The girl nods when Almark rebels.

"Almark protected me. Everyone's...."

The girl was moisturizing her eyes.

"Nothing, but a special day."

It's nothing. It's just special....

The word is...

Who taught me that word? [M]

Almark opened his eyes.

"You are."

Almark said.

Speaking of which,

I think of Almark.

She supported Wendy even during the game.

"What are you, Wendy?"

But the girl doesn't answer.

Instead, the girl smiles. A lonely smile somewhere in the shadows.

"I know you. Almark, a very strong and very gentle boy."

Almark gets confused and stuck in words.

The girl suddenly lowered her head to Almark.

"Please tell me about Wendy."

A sincere voice.

When Almark tried to answer, the wind blew.

Strong wind.

Unexpectedly, Almark closed his eyes.

A very instant blink.

When I opened my eyes, the girl was gone.

Nelson's voice came from the waiting room.

Looks like he's calling Al Mark.

Almark looked back and replied, swinging his head.

Then he walked slowly towards the waiting room.

Closing ceremony.

Athletes in each class line up for the opening ceremony.

Next to Almark, who stands at the head of the two pairs, there is another pair of Ains.

Congratulations on winning.

Ain gently called out to Almark as he turned forward.

"Thank you."

Almark answers with his face forward.

"Sorry, I didn't see your game."

"I don't mind. More than that."

Ain had a faint smile in his mouth.

"The winning team will receive a trophy from the main guest."

That's how I looked up at the guest seat.

"You are the one who receives the trophy from Prince Wolf today."

When Almark looked sideways, Ain's smile turned out to be somewhat ironic.

"You, check it out. The wound on Prince Wang's face... whether the rumor is true or not."

I don't have a good taste.

When Almark shook his head small, he heard a message from the venue announcing the start of the awards ceremony.

First, one good player will be chosen from each class.

From one group, Ain.

From three pairs, Rosphilia.

And from two pairs, it's Morgan.

The three are called before and awarded a medal by Bowen, who served as referee.

A big round of applause is sent to the three.

And finally, the winning team announces.

Although we already know the results, we await the name of the team that everyone will read out.

It was said that there were two sets of overall winners, and the two sets of athletes burst into joy at once, and there was a big applause and cheer from the audience.

"I did it!!"

Nelson shouted with his hands up.

Almark smiled and slapped Morgan and the others on his shoulders, but Ain's earlier story kept his eyes off the VIP seat.

Almark's gaze is followed by the rise of Prince Wolf.

Leaded by a guide woman, she slowly descends the stairs.

The crowd's cheers gradually subsided in that appearance.

At a calm pace, Prince Wang rose to the podium set between the audience seat and the game floor.

"Almark"

Bowen calls, and Almark walks to the podium under his lead.

"Don't look coarse."

"Yes"

Nod to Bowen's short instructions.

When Almark reached the podium, he quickly knelt down.

A leading woman presents a trophy to Prince Wang.

"I don't mind. Stand up and get close."

Prince Wang whispered.

It was the voice of a boy the same age as Al Marks.

And Almark stood up, and stood before the Crown Prince.

As long as he is on the stage, Prince Wang is at least a minute taller than Almark.

Right in front of Almark is the royal coat of arms of Garay on the chest of the Crown Prince Robe.

Ain, I can't see Prince Wang's face now.

Almark mutters in his heart.

However, an unexpected word came from Prince Wang.

"Face up."

Following the order, Almark raised his face slowly.

His eyes met those of Prince Wang, who smiled gently.

It was a good game.

That's what the Crown Prince says, giving Almark his trophy.

"Encouraging. Still more so."

"Thank you."

Almark pushed the trophy with both hands.

When the prince saw it, he turned his back and returned to the main seat.

Almark kept his trophy pressed and did not raise his face until Prince Wang left.

Didn't my upset appear on my face? [M]

The sweat seeped into Almark's trophy.

The moment I saw Prince Wang's face, I almost raised my voice.

Ain was right.

There were scars in the mouth of Prince Wang, as rumored to have convulsed.

But more than that.

Glossy blonde hair peeking inside the hood and a neat look.

Cool eyes.

That face.

The face of Prince Wolf was both Wallis and Melon.

How was it?

Back in line, Ain whispered immediately.

"Wounds?"

"There it is. In my mouth."

Almark answers briefly.

"Did it really happen?"

Ain makes an unexpected voice.

"What kind of face was that?"

"I didn't see much."

Almark lied a long time ago.

For some reason, I felt I shouldn't talk lightly about what I just saw.

"Prince Wang is on the table. All I could see was my lips."

I see.

Ain answers unfortunately.

"I can't help it. Next year, I'll have to take the trophy."

"Do it."

Almark looked up at Prince Wolfe at the top of the VIP seat.

After the closing ceremony, Prince Wang was about to rise up slowly.

A journey from the martial arts arena to the main gate.

Prince Wang and his men are walking quietly.

Now that we've just finished the bustling martial arts tournament, no one can speak up.

The group boarded a royal vessel docked in the port of Nork, leaving the island by midnight.

"How was it?"

Surprisingly, Prince Wolf said so without looking back.

"Did it work?"

The tone is almost devoid of emotions.

"Thank you very much."

And he answered the call of the prince, a man of white robes that followed behind him diagonally.

It's the court sorcerer Rhinell.

"It's so easy, everything's not going to work out. I lost a few silver and bronze coins."

Words mix with pleasant sounds in their tone.

"Nevertheless, it is not without harvest."

"Huh?"

The tone of Prince Wang's voice has not changed.

"Harvest enough to satisfy the rest."

That's pretty good.

The rhinestone tone is as pleasant as ever.

"But I promise. Soon, I will make sure that you will have your wish come true."

"Rhinel"

For the first time, that voice was filled with emotions.

"Don't think back. What else do I know about you?"

"This is... excuse me"

Rhinel lowers his head behind the Crown Prince.

"Shameless Rhinell, we will only work at Your Majesty's command."

"Don't forget that."

Prince Wang looked back at Rhinel.

The scar on the lip was also clearly visible in Rhinel's eyes.

Prince Wang told Linulu strictly.

"Encouraging. Still more so."