Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

"No."

Illmis shook his head lightly.

"Your mastery of magic is urgent. Not just because the dark trap is imminent. If you don't acquire a single spell by the end of elementary school, you won't be able to progress to middle school. Even though there is a sorcery festival, I am not allowed to take a tutorial."

"... yes"

Almark nodded.

Indeed, what Iris said was an unanswered theory, and as Almark, he nodded.

The teacher is right.

Almark scolds himself for what I came here for. [M]

Did you come all the way to the end of the South to be an actor? I don't think so.

Aren't you going to be a fine magician as soon as possible and head north with dignity?

That's what I tried to tell you, but after all, Wendy's face smiled and Nelson's face flickered through her head.

Not this one.

Almark shakes his head.

Focus, focus.

If you don't focus on the magic in front of you, you'll make another irrevocable mistake.

Almark looks steep and tries to get rid of the clutter.

Though...

Illmis said unexpectedly, so Almark looks at Illmis.

"I have another student to see."

Illmis said so and showed the wall behind Almark with his jaw.

It was Radmar who sat there with his eyes closed with his pale blue face.

You look pale today.

Almark nods with a bitter smile.

"The dark potion is one of the most bitter potions in the world. Still, I can drink about the tip of my pinkie finger. At first, I just licked it, and I lost my mind in agony."

"I know how you feel."

Almark nodded.

What Radmar drinks is medicinal water that tastes worse than the medicinal water Almark drank during the martial arts tournament.

When I heard about it, the dean said I could stay at the academy once I could drink one vial.

I don't know how long the deadline is, but it seems to be a long way off.

Radmar, challenging that terrible challenge, is now nauseated and in the middle of a basic meditation.

"He is highly resistant to darkness."

Illmis whispered.

"But it's an affinity with darkness and a piece of paper. We have to lead them well."

"Yes"

Almark nodded.

"But I think he can do it."

"What's the rationale?"

Somehow.

Almark laughed.

Well, can't we?

"Nothing. Nothing."

Illmis sighed.

"Anyway, he's in trouble. I can't afford to take a closer look at you."

Eh?

When Almark saw Illmis's face, Illmis loosened his lips slightly.

"For the time being, your tutoring will be done by the end of Radmar's meditation. After the meditation is over, I will be anxious for his guidance. Go home and study for yourself."

You can see what Illmis is saying, and Almark brightens his eyes.

"Thank you, doctor."

I can't thank you enough.

Illmis frowned.

"Maximize your concentration in a short time. If you can't do that, no matter how much time you spend preparing, the magic festival won't end badly."

"Yes"

Almark nodded, and now it's time to get rid of the clutter.

"All right, that's it."

Ilmis clapped his hand.

Almark unravels the focus and drops the floating pebble on the floor.

"Compared to the first one, I'm much more focused."

"Thank you."

Almark wipes the sweat off his forehead.

Illmis picks up the pebble and hands it over to Almark.

"I'll see Radmar later. When you're done with this, go where you belong."

"Yes"

Almark nodded.

After putting the pebble in the box by the wall, Iris asked Almark again.

"Will you be in the play?"

"Yes, except for the curimes of the script."

"Everyone"

Illmis opens his eyes.

"Then we need to devise ways to avoid confusion among those watching. It's hard to stare down from the top of the stage without knowing who it is."

There was a strange feeling in the words, and Almark burst out unexpectedly.

Is it a teacher's experience?

"No."

Ilmis shook his head.

"My class play in junior high was a great success. The man you met, Rhinel."

The name frightens Almark's face.

Someone who became a court sorcerer in the kingdom of Galai and saw himself cursed by a snake on Almark's right hand.

Speaking of which, Rhinell was a former classmate of Illmis.

Illmis only continues to calm down.

"When he was noble, I played the servant. He did a great job of acting like a loathsome aristocrat, and the guests were very impressed."

The teacher sent a squire.

Almark rounds his eyes.

"I can't imagine that much."

"When I was a kid."

Illmis laughed slightly at that.

"I'll look forward to your play."

"Yes"

Almark smiles.

"Please come and see me."

"I wonder what it will do."

"It's the role of a cursed swordsman."

Illmis frowned at the answer.

"It's not calm. But I also feel like I can tell you what to do."

"Curime who wrote the script is amazing. Everyone has a role to play for them."

I see. Curime. "

Ilmis nodded.

"She has a natural observation eye. I don't talk about extra things, I literally see the essence."

"Yes, I agree."

"Then you'll just have to make the most of the script."

Illmis smiled and hit Almark on the shoulder.

"Now, go away."

"Yes"

Almark lowered his head.

"Radmar, that's enough meditation."

Irmis called out, and Radmar opened his eyes and rose slowly.

"Are you tired from this level of meditation? You're about to gain basic health."

Turning his back on Illmis's stupid voice, Almark made a run for the magic field.