Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

The next day.

On the evening of herbal hunting.

Two groups of 15 students entered Almark's classroom after class in two years.

10 men and 5 women.

A boy who thought he was the first member of the class to come in, gave the order, and everyone lowered their heads.

Thank you very much.

Almark and the third graders, please, reply.

"Yes, please. So let's split up into groups."

My boss, Fear, said that and clapped his hands.

Well then, Wallis. I'll leave you to it. "

"Yes"

Wallis is nominated to stand up.

"I'm Wallis, a three-year-old classmate. I'll take good care of the second-year students, and the second-year students will listen to the third-year students, and I'll give each one a meaningful internship."

Wallis looked around and said that, introducing each third-grade class leader.

"Have a look in the second grade. I'm the squad leader. Nelson, you're the second squad leader."

Three squads, Leila. Four squads, torque. Wallis finally pointed at Almark.

"Almark. You are the head of the fifth squad. [M] Then go to the third grade of the team with the same number as your own.... the squad leader should raise his hand and guide the second grade."

Wallis encouraged the second-year students to move around.

Three men and one woman came to Almark, who was raising his hand.

"Hello."

As Wendy greeted him with a smile, they greeted him honestly, hello, but one of the boys was pointing toward him.

He is even shorter than the other two.

I play with red hair like it's boring.

"What's wrong with you?

Even if Wendy talks with a gentle smile, the boy doesn't respond with his eyes turned away.

"What's wrong with him?"

When Almark asked the other two sophomores, they both looked at each other in trouble.

"Well, no. Introduce yourself. I'm Almark."

Almark named the three.

Nice to meet you.

And the two of them lowered their heads, but the boy didn't react.

At first glance at Almark and the other three, he turned his face back enough.

"My name is Wendy. Nice to meet you."

"My name is Morgan. Let's get along."

Even if they were named, only the red-haired boys would still not react, while the other two looked more and more awkward.

Now, tell me your names.

When Almark turns to him, the boy with the troubled face is Zap and the girl is Fita.

Both are grown-up children.

A red-haired boy looks out the window without even trying to name himself.

I'm in trouble.

Almark opened his head.

"Are you dissatisfied? We're in trouble if you don't tell us your name for now."

The red-haired boy glanced at Almark with cold eyes, and looked back out the window.

Almark looks at Wendy and Morgan next to him.

Wendy shrugged her shoulders in trouble, and Morgan,

"If I were torque, I'd be dead already."

Whispers.

"Well, I can't cut it because I'm not torque."

I can't help it.

I didn't really want to use these hands.

Almark sighs inside and turns to the unspoken boy.

I see. I see.

That's how Almark smiles.

"I'm sorry I didn't notice. That's right. I'm afraid of the night forest. I don't want to go to such a dark place."

The red-haired boy unexpectedly looks back at Almark, as if he were a young child.

"But it's okay. We also have friends of the same grade. We'll protect you, so don't be afraid."

"Fuck off!

Almark laughs with a smile as he sees a boy with a bright red face screaming to block his words.

"You finally spoke to me."

"Revoke it. I'm not afraid of the night forest."

I see. Then let's undo it. "

Almark nodded in that way and said with a harsh eye.

"But neither of us can go with a child who doesn't even have a name. If you don't want to go, please declare it to Dr. Fear. We don't mind that."

The red-haired boy glanced back at Almark and asked him to challenge him.

"Radmar. Radmar Trayholm. Are there any nobles among you?"

"I am."

Wendy says.

"What about aristocrats?

"I only talk to nobles."

Radmar said. Zap and Fita look at each other.

"Yes."

Wendy nodded and smiled gently.

"Well then, let's just talk to me."

Do it.

Radmar said.

But Wendy kept smiling.

"Medicinal herbs don't grow anywhere that's easy to pick because they're noble."

I know that.

Radmar makes his face red.

Are you kidding me?

"It's fine if you know. Nobles and civilians alike take medicinal herbs here by themselves."

Wendy looked back at the other two with a clear face.

Well, let's talk about it until we leave.

Zap and Fita nodded relieved by the gentle smile.

Hmm.

Radmar turned away and walked towards the classroom exit.

Where are you going?

Almark calls, but doesn't respond.

"Wendy"

Wendy shouts as Almark hits her on the shoulder.

Radmar, where are you going?

I'll be back by the time we leave.

That was Radmar's reply.

I really leave the classroom.

"I remember."

Morgan whispers softly to Almark.

"When we were in second grade, there was rumor that the Volcado kingdom royalty had joined the school the following school year. It's about him. Radmar Trayholm, the prince."

Heh.

Almark nodded.

The name of the Volcado kingdom is known to Almark.

A small country in Nakahara.

Like the Kingdom of Logosha, which is Leila's home country, it is one of the countries under the great influence of the Nakahara power, the Kingdom of Foretta.

But when it comes to small nations, royalty is royalty. Perhaps even higher than the average nobleman.

"This is the second time I've spoken to a race called royalty."

Almark laughs.

"The first time..."

"I saw that too."

Morgan grinned.

"You're with Prince Wolf. He's not on the same level as the next King of Galai. I feel sorry for Radmar."

"I don't want to compare it. But Prince Wang was so majestic."

Prince Wolff, with two faces, Wallis and Melon.

Wallis says he's his twin brother.

At the closing ceremony, he was confused that his face was a living picture of Wallis, and his consciousness didn't turn that far, but now, looking back, he had all the dignity of royalty in each of his standing behaviors.

Almark sees Radmar leave the door.

"The royal family is different."

Well... It's troublesome. "

Morgan leaks honest thoughts.

"I wish Wallis would do that. Because I seem to be good at making trouble."

Morgan sighed.

When Almark heard that he was good at decorating nobles, he remembered that Wallis was in the first place a royal bloodline.

Now that I am a small aristocrat in the region, I wonder what it feels like to be an aristocrat.

And what would Wallis do with Radmar?

"In the meantime, he doesn't seem to want to talk to us."

Almark tells Morgan to comfort himself.

"Let Wendy handle this."

"Agreed. I don't want to get involved as much as possible."

That's what Morgan nodded.

Zap and Fita laugh brightly, and they look back.

Someday Wendy gave us both a good boost.

"Those two have to pull the trigger properly. Don't let Wendy do her best. Let's join the conversation."

That's right.

The two nodded and walked towards Wendy and the others.