Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

Almark calls out to Koren as he looks at the two men wearing handy armor.

"So, what happens when this duel comes to fruition?"

"If you lose, you'll endure whatever the winner tells you to do in the future."

Hmm.

Almark nodded.

Well, a duel would mean that much.

You can stop if you feel injured.

"Ready?"

As they finished wearing their armor, Almark called out again.

This is good.

Garrell nodded, as did Polois.

"I don't mind."

"Then face to face. Put your swords together."

Wait, wait, wait.

Garrel's attendant, Morphs, shouted.

"Damn, this is why amateurs are amateurs. Don't forget your favorite name."

"Ahh....."

Almark remembered.

Polois did it at the martial arts tournament, right?

"Fine. Well then, you go ahead."

When Almark reached out and urged him, Garrell twisted his neck with a shitty face.

"I'm really not feeling well."

Kohlen, who was watching it behind, smiled slightly.

Sort of.

Garrell said so as to recover, and he stepped back three steps.

Then he pointed his sword straight at Polois and slowly shook it to his left shoulder, pointing it at Polois again.

"The Delgar family leader, Gash, is the third son, Garrell!

Along with the famous name Polois played at the martial arts tournament.

Then Polois takes three steps back.

"Stautz, Melik is the next son, Polois."

"Ah, you said your name first?"

Unexpectedly, when Almark talks about his thoughts, Polois looks at them with an amazing gaze.

Corhen couldn't stand it in the back, squeaking and laughing.

Polois shook up his sword and moved it to cut the cross quickly before finally pointing it at Garrell.

"Garrell Delgar, your tyranny ends today. Take my sword of righteousness."

Severely so, as if you were sentenced.

Garrell's face distorted hatefully when he heard it.

"What a shame."

"Oh, there are so many ways to do this."

When Almark was impressed, Polois frowned.

"I'm distracted. Don't say anything extra."

I'm sorry about that.

Almark apologizes and then looks at the two faces.

Well, may I begin?

The two nodded without turning away from each other.

"All right, put your swords together."

Aligning the tip of the sword at Almark's direction, Garrell threw up and threw up.

"Today is the last time I see your favorite face."

So, Polois.

"That's our dialogue."

[]/(exp, v5r) to respond/

"Your unusual defeat will spread to the middle by tomorrow."

"Hmm. You're the one who's afraid to go to middle school next year, so I can't help it."

"Don't regret making me angry. Even now."

Getting Started!

A long conversation started with the sword aligned, so when Almark gave the start command, they both turned to Almark with great momentum at the same time.

"Wait!"

Garrell screamed,

"We'll still be talking!

And Polois also roughs up his voice.

Are you waiting for that?

Almark rounds his eyes.

"Of course!

The voice was beautiful.

"I'm in a bad mood. Let's start over!"

Garrell said so and lowered his sword.

"I hate to obey you, but I have to agree to that."

Polois said the same thing and lowered his sword.

"Where do I start again?"

"I'm sure you will. From the name of the man!

Garrell said, and Almark said nothing.

"Yeah? You're kidding. Are you going to do that again?"

"What is that, what is that!

Polois screamed and Koren's laughter echoed.

Again, they face each other as they did at the beginning and start again from the beginning.

"The Delgar family leader, Gash, is the third son, Garrell!

This time, Garrell was the first to be named.

I'm going to imitate Polois and point my sword at him and say something.

You must have regretted being told unilaterally when you were named earlier.

It turns out that Garrell threw his sword at Polois, and then started pouting his mouth for a long time.

Polois sometimes turns his face red with anger, but listens to it all with discipline.

After Garrell finally finishes his mouth, Polois gives him a name.

"The Stout family leader Merik is his second son, Polois!

Then he pointed his sword at Garrell, and we blamed him for a long time.

Garrell distorts his face and listens to it all.

When I finished listening, Garrel threw up and threw up.

"Hmm, your face ends today."

"You're the one who's embarrassed and won't be able to walk in Nork from tomorrow."

Polois answers.

Put your swords together.

"You're still talking!

"Can't you wait a little longer!

"Hmm....?

Yelling at both of them at the same time, Almark was puzzled.

"Isn't it over now?"

"Keep your mouth shut while one of you talks!

Like Polois shouted, and Morphis, Garrell's attendant, was stunned.

"It won't start anytime soon. Hang in there."

And look at Almark.

No, that's my line. [M]

Almark thought.

I've been talking, and when will this duel begin?

I knew I shouldn't have taken on such a witness.

Almark sighed softly and glanced at Koren, who was looking at us with pleasure.