Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

The fourth medicinal herb, Mikirihannexa, is a vine plant, which is a nasty medicinal herb that causes skin rash and whose key medicinal leaves are mostly only grown on wooden trees.

"Wow, I don't have anything left to pick."

Morgan speaks up.

Earlier, on my way to this herd, I ran into a group of torques.

The torque that was walking at the beginning laughed hard at Almark.

"You're late. I don't have any more clutter left."

I left it behind.

As the words put it, Mikirihanexa, grown in a relatively easy place to pick, had already been picked up by other groups.

"I think it's left somewhere."

That's what Morgan said, pointing the lamp up.

Zap and Fita also struggle to catch their eyes on the branches of the tree above their heads.

"I don't think so. If we were the last, there wouldn't be less."

Almark said so and checked the branches of the tree a little further away.

"There's a little bit of growth over there. Shall I go over there?"

Wendy suggested it and Almark nodded.

"Yeah, I'll take a look at Zap and me. Wendy, look at you with Radmar."

"Okay."

Wendy waves the lamp toward Almark.

"Well then, Radmar. Let's take a look over there."

Ah.

Radmar unexpectedly and honestly followed Wendy.

Radmar said unexpectedly to Wendy, who was eagerly looking up at the branches of the tree away from Almark and the others.

The Almark guy.

Huh?

Wendy sees Radmar.

He's just a civilian.

"What do you mean?

Suddenly, Wendy frowned at Radmar's words.

So...

Radmar says impatiently.

"He looks great, but he's not noble or anything, he's just a civilian who can't be anything if he can't be a magician."

"If he's a nobleman or a civilian,"

Wendy shakes her head.

"He's a civilian, but he's not just a civilian."

"What?"

Radmar raised his eyebrows.

"What do you mean?"

"He came to the academy only six months ago, but he's working harder than anyone here. The sword's arm is incredible, but I don't put it on my nose. They take their friends more seriously than anyone else."

Wendy smiled softly as if Almark were there.

"He's not just a civilian. He's such a lovely magician."

With that said, Wendy turned down like she was illuminated, and continued.

"It's not just Almark. Morgan, Zap and Fita aren't just civilians."

Wendy raised her face and looked back at the branch of the tree.

"Everyone is a nice separate person. I don't think there are any civilians."

"I am royalty."

Radmar says in a hard voice.

"If you were a nobleman, you'd understand. The royal family is worth it. All I have to do is stay. [M] These people don't know that."

"I'm noble, too."

Wendy says calmly.

"Almark told me we were magicians before we said nobles and civilians. I think so, too. We're the same magicians."

It's him again.

Radmar's voice was gruesomely distorted.

"Why do you say that? Almark is a lovely man."

Wendy looks at Radmar strangely.

Look at me.

Radmar stares at Wendy with a steep face.

There was a real emotion swirling in his eyes.

"I am royalty."

But Wendy shakes her head.

"You may be royalty, but you'll be a magician too, won't you? You were chosen to come to this college, weren't you?

"I... didn't want to come. Here we are."

When Radmar said so, Morgan's bounced voice was heard from the end of the road.

"Almark! Wendy! I found it!

Almark climbs onto the tree with gloves and cuts off the Mikirihanexa, a tree far off the road, which Morgan found.

Zap and Fita cheered for the skill.

That's four.

Say it like Morgan was relieved.

"All that's left is the last anchor."

Almost there.

Almark nodded.

Radmar, are your feet okay?

I ask that, but I don't expect a reply anymore.

Sure enough, I didn't get back to you, but it still looks pretty good.

Come on, let's go.

Wendy approached Almark and whispered in her ear.

"Looks like Radmar sees you as a rival somehow."

"What? Why?

Almark is careful.

"I don't know."

Wendy shook her head in trouble.

"But I'm sure he's complicated."

Almark saw Radmar.

Radmar didn't have a lamp, and looked at Almark in the dark, like he wasn't there.

Be careful. The junior student's movements are unexpectedly unreadable.

Almark remembers Ain's words unexpectedly.

"Okay. Let's keep an eye on him."

Almark nodded anxiously.

It's been a long night.

I've been walking for a long time, and my second graders Zap and Fita's face are getting really fatigued.

Wendy suggested flying legs, but they insisted on walking on their own because they were almost there.

Let's respect that feeling.

When Almark said that and slapped her on the shoulder, Wendy nodded and threw away the cloth of the flying leg.

It was when I started walking for a while.

Radmar turned suddenly.

"Almark"

That's what he called his name, and Almark was confused for a moment.

It was not until after entering the forest that Radmar spoke to anyone other than Wendy.

"Ah, ah. What is it?"

Give me my luggage.

That's what Radmar said and reached out.

"Oh, luggage. Fine."

Almark has been carrying Radmar's luggage in his stead.

Neither the water nor the spare parts that Almark brought were almost exhausted by himself, and he was going to give Almark his share from now on.

"Water again? Then give me mine."

"No, I want my stuff."

Bewildered by Radmar's sudden honesty, Almark handed over his luggage.

"I wonder if any snacks will come out."

Morgan said that and stopped his leg.

"No, it's not. It's better."

Radmar answers Morgan honestly.

Wendy suddenly softened her attitude and looked at Almark relieved.

Suddenly, what kind of blowing is it?

Almark looks at Wendy and wrinkles his neck.

"I wanted to show you my true power."

Radmar circled around the bag and took out a small box.

Black, metal box.

It's big enough to fit into one hand of Radmar's.

When Radmar put his hand on the lid, Almark's right hand suddenly moved.

Wait, Radmar, what is that?

Almark raised his voice sharply and Wendy and Morgan hardened themselves.

"Wendy, if you look at this, you think it's nicer for just civilians there than for me."

With that, Radmar opened the small box.

Almark's right hand reacts instantly to it.

The moment I opened the box, it was stinking.

Shit. Here.

Almark reflexes his hand to the handle of the sword.

Something black popped out of the box.