Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

I should explain it to the two of us who fought the Beast with our lives.

Almark, who thought so, visited Ain's room after breaking up with Wendy and Morgan, explaining that it was up to him.

Ain listened with interest while occasionally hammering, and thought for a while with a difficult face under the snake curse.

When I finished listening to Almark, Ain concluded,

"It's an honor. I went on an adventure with the legendary blacksmith."

and laughed.

Ain shook his face and waved to Almark that he was going to explain to Fiquet.

"No, I don't want it. Are you stupid? [M] If I tell Ficke something, he'll be in everyone's ear tomorrow through the blends."

I guess so.

"That's right. As Fiquet's guardian, I asked him instead, that's all."

Ain added with a smile after saying it was troublesome.

"But I'm sure I won't get bored if I stick to you. Call me whenever you need my head again."

Autumn is getting deeper.

At the end of the martial arts tournament at the Academy, preparations for the Magic Festival begin next.

Primary school students make presents for each class, but third-grade presents are determined to be theatre.

After the day's class was over and the teacher returned, Wallis, a classmate, stood in front of him.

"Well, it's still a long way from here."

Wallis looks around the class with that in mind.

"We must decide the title of our play for the Magic Festival."

Well, it's a play this year.

Nelson speaks up.

Do something cool.

"What's the magic festival?

Almark whispers softly to Wendy next door.

"Oh, this is the first time Al Mark has done this."

Wendy smiles and explains it gently.

"The Magic Festival is a big winter event. Along with martial arts competitions, it's two major events at the Academy. I do all sorts of magic stuff for each class."

"Yeah, Nelson said it was a play this year."

"Yeah, third grade, plays. You danced last year. I used a little magic along the way."

Wendy said that, maybe it was a choreography at that time, and I extended my right hand and turned.

Is the king coming to see you again?

"I'm not coming. Only the general public."

Wendy shakes her head and laughs bitterly.

"It's still student magic. He said he was in danger because he ran off in the past. And then the great ones stopped coming."

Oh, I see.

Almark nodded.

It would be safer for a martial arts tournament to come to a magic festival where immature magic floats.

While Almark and Wendy were talking about it, the class discussion continued.

Nelson is the first to suggest a cool knight story on the subject of the play.

Next, Norish suggested that the sadness story was good, and several women nodded.

When Wallis asks for his opinion, Leido asks if it's a big family thing, and Nelson breaks into your parents' house.

Leila is still looking out the window in an unrelated manner.

Pillman agrees with the buyer's suggestion that the subject matter should be historical incidents and people.

Unfortunately, Morgan's proposed taste gathering story of the forest was not shared by anyone.

How's the torque?

Wallis shook the torque and scratched his head as he roared.

"I don't care if it's a knight's story or anything. Don't you all forget something important?"

Torque says so and looks around his classmate's face.

Who writes the script?

The words of torque make the noisy classes fit and quiet.

"A play doesn't start without a script. Don't you want to be the one who can write scripts? I can't write, by the way."

"I see. It makes sense."

Wallis nods with a smile.

"Torque is right. Who can write scripts in this. Or would anyone like to try the script?"

Everyone looks at each other.

Nelson and Norish, who had spoken so vigorously just now, shake their heads small and lie down and look at the faces of other students.

Wallis looked around and smiled.

"I see. I see."

Then point to the girl in the seat next to Nelson.

"Curime"

Eh?

Suddenly named, Curime hardens with a bright red face.

Even a grown-up girl. It's suddenly getting everyone's attention and it's totally wobbly.

"Wow, me?

"Yeah, it's you."

"Wallis, what are you talking about? Curime didn't raise his hand."

That's what Nelson in the next seat said.

Hey, Culime.

Uh-huh.

Curime has a bright red face and finally answers that much and lies down.

Wallis smiled at Curime's reaction.

"Culime, it's not that hard to tell your troubled face."

Curime's shoulders tremble and tremble at the words.

"In your character, I'm guessing you hesitated to raise your hand."

Wallis continued with a bright voice.

"I get it. You want to try it, Culime."

Nelson opened his mouth softly to Wallis' words, and next to him Curime raised her face.

"I think you can do it. Of course, I'll let everyone else help me, so don't worry."

Wallis talks in a bright tone and encourages her.

"How's it going? Curime"

"... if everyone is okay with me"

Curime answered with a small voice that was about to disappear.

"Thank you."

Wallis nods with a smile.

"Who else has an opinion?

Wallis looks around the class, but of course no one disputes it.

"Okay, it's settled. Let Curime write the script of our play."