"Ah, that stick...."
Almark watched.
The stick Maia gave me during the summer vacation.
"What is this stick?"
While saying so, Almark grips the stick with his right hand.
After all, it fits well into your hands.
"Maia happened to give me a stick."
"It just so happens that it was important."
Yologue says.
"It can be called destiny."
Eh?
"Fate."
Yologue said again with all his strength.
"The stick will never become someone's property by chance or coincidence."
"What do you mean?"
Almark asks.
Surprisingly, I feel the illusion that the stick in my hand has increased in weight.
"You were chosen to own that stick."
Yologue professed heavily.
"The official name of the stick is Mars' wand. It's a magical instrument close to the legend of a long time ago."
"This stick."
Almark looks at the stick in his hand.
It's just a sturdy stick that doesn't look weird.
Mars' wand grows with the owner.
Yologue said.
"It's up to the owner to become a magician's wand and a strike weapon, just like when you defeated an enemy in the dorm. Capture the owner's intentions and demonstrate the appropriate power. It's up to you. It's a wand."
"Whatever, wand."
"Yes, it is."
When Yologue nodded, Ilmis frowned and glanced at his face.
Almark doesn't hide his confusion and asks Yologue.
"Why was I chosen?"
"I don't know."
Yologue shakes his head.
"Something in you must have resonated with this wand."
"Resonance...?"
It feels familiar with your hands like this familiar dagger.
Do you call this resonance?
Can you get the magic of legends with such simplicity?
Is it lucky or bad?
However, the yologue continues.
"Once the dark forces have the wand, the wand will be able to amplify the power of darkness freely. It means calling for a catastrophe, if not a catastrophe."
"Dark forces"
Almark sees the face of the yolog.
"I don't really understand that. I know they're somehow bad."
"You in the Dark Abyss."
Yologue said.
"One of the sixteen little kings that govern the events of this world, the family of the monarchs that govern the dark abyss."
"Less than 16"
That was the first word I heard in Fier's class when I first came to the academy.
The great four that made this world, and the great eight that filled it in between, and the little sixteen that came out of it.
"When it comes to being small, it is a far higher dimension being equal to the existence called God, which is not comparable to us humans. Home of darkness, lord of the dark abyss. Those who believe in it are the forces of darkness."
Suddenly, the big story was terrible, and Almark was confused.
"Um, so this stick that I had is being targeted by forces of darkness that will lead to you in that dark abyss?"
"Yes, it is."
Yologue nodded.
"They cannot put their hands on Mars' wand until the owner of the wand has been determined to be you. That's why I prepared a bronze magician to overwrite the memory of my wand in exchange for its enormous magic. I tried to overwrite the owner."
Almark remembers the bronze magician who was pouring magic into this stick in his room.
Speaking of which, the silver magician himself said he wouldn't touch this stick.
"But they also know that you own this wand. So the next thing I want is your life."
My life.
Almark repeats.
"So, what do I do?"
When Almark asks, Yologue looks tough.
"Almark. This is a terrible story for you, but it is inevitable that the test will come any longer than you have been chosen to own the wand."
That's how he looks at Almark's Malus wand.
"That's why you have to be strong with that wand. Trials may be a hidden trap in this academy. It could be a new threat from the outside. Either way, you and your staff must face the challenge and acquire the unbeatable power of the dark forces."
And, of course, yologue adds.
"We'll do whatever we can to help. Don't put yourself in the worst danger....."
You can be strong.
Almark intercepted the words of the yolog.
Yolog sees Almark's face.
"If I go through the trials with Mars' wand, I'll be strong."
"Oh, yeah. You and your wand will grow."
"Good."
Almark smiled.
In the battle against Eldane, I almost felt my powerlessness again.
Even if I waved my sword and manipulated my magic, I could not satisfactorily defeat one dark beast.
After waking up, Almark remembers once again the promise he made to Ward, the bartender of the Bar Herb family in the winter mansion as he saw Wendy's tears.
I'm weak.
I don't have enough power or wisdom. [M]
"I want to be strong."
Almark told Yologue.
"Quickly, as soon as possible."
The yologue answers.
"Why is that?"
"There's someone I want to protect."
Almark's answer struck Yologue with a false face.
"Who do you want to protect?
"Yes, I have someone I want to protect. I promised to protect him. I want to acquire as much power as I can to protect that person."
Trust from Ward.
Even though I knew I was the son of a northern mercenary, he still entrusted me with the most important thing.
Trust in me.
To betray it is to stop being the son of a mercenary in the North.
I will return the favor I received.
I am ashamed of the gods of heaven.
That's why the mercenaries talk every time.
And the gods of heaven shall look.
Protect Wendy.
The meaning in the words.
When he uttered the word, Almark had feelings that boiled more strongly than he had promised Ward, but he dared not notice.
Almark looked straight into the eyes of the yologue and ran out.
"I'm used to risking my life. So, if the trials come from the other side, we'll never get past them. I would welcome a trial that would make me stronger. I don't care how many times I'm dying if I can be strong."
Yologue nodded silently and murmured bitterly after staring at Almark's face for a while.
"You surprise me many times. The word fate sounds clichéd in front of you."
Yologue told Almark that he did not know the identity of the mysterious girl and that he could not be sure that this and the previous incident had been attributed to the court magician Rhinel.
"The opponent is a magician with a prince. There is no evidence. It takes care."
In the words of Yologue, the illuminus beside him is silent with his thoughtful face.
"But you have to be very careful. If you find anything suspicious at the academy, you don't want to deal with it alone, as you did this time. Be sure to report it to your teacher."
"I understand."
Almark nodded.
I can't risk my classmates like Fiquet or Ain this time.
"I'll leave Mars's wand with you again. It's a wand that grows with you. I've put on a new strong defensive technique here, so this should never happen again."
"Thank you."
Almark grips the wand again.
Mars' wand.
Legendary magic equipment.
A wand that will grow any way I want.
I haven't taught you how to handle a cane yet.
Ilumis says he sees through Almark's heart.
"Don't use magic through Mars's wand until I teach you."
"I understand."
Almark nodded in haste.
Then I saw the cane again.
Together with this wand, it gets stronger.
Strengthen and protect Wendy.
It should also lead to your father's desire to become a fine magician.
The dean's office after Almark left.
In a completely dark room, with no lamp lights, Yologue and Ilmis remained silent for a while.
Eventually, Illmis broke the silence and opened his mouth.
"I understand that the dean has deep thoughts, and I would like to ask you something."
I'm sure you're trying not to get emotional consciously, but you can't hide the tone of blame.
I don't mind.
Yologue nodded to continue.
Ilumis took a breath and hit the dean with doubts.
"Why don't you tell Almark the truth?"
In that word, Yologue glanced at Ilmis.
"Truth"
"Yes"
Illmis nodded.
"You told Almark. Mars' wand is a wand that can be anything. The explanation is too one-sided."
Ilumis shakes his head.
"Why don't you tell them properly? The essence of Mars' wand is not there, it is."
"It's not that time yet."
Yologue intercepted the words of Ilmis.
"He's strong. He's a very strong kid, but there's still something he can carry and something he can't carry."
Yologue whispers with his fingers folded.
"Proud. Courage. Companionship. Thank you. Swear... strength is not enough to face the darkness. He still needs time."
Then you look at Ilumis with a soft face.
"Thanks to you, the children are on the right track. Thank you, Miss Ilmis."
"... no"
"I can see it myself. I won't let you die in vain."
Yologue shook his head after laughing at himself.
"Still, I can't tell him. Mars' wand is the key to opening the gate.