"... a letter?
As they managed to slip into the dining room and eat a completely cold dinner side by side, Almark answered the torque.
Wendy sent you a letter?
Ah.
Torque nods while stirring up dinner with a big mouth open.
Wendy left the classroom with Norish that day.
Yeah, that's right.
"When I got back to the dorm, I got another letter from him."
The torque keeps falling on the diet.
"Looks like it was a long time before he came home with Norish. I remember because all I had left was my letter and his."
"A letter?"
Almark thinks.
Wendy came back that day, received a letter and changed her attitude towards Almark the next day.
Is it possible?
"Who are you writing to?"
"I don't remember that."
Torque shakes the neck.
"But it didn't seem like a parent. It was someone else's name."
I see.
It's a man.
Torque glanced at Almark and laughed.
"Eh?"
"If you look at the handwriting, you'll see. It was a man's handwriting."
"Man... isn't he your father?"
"Sir Elmond knows my name, too."
Torque names Wendy's father, a great nobleman of the Kingdom of Galai.
"The sender wasn't at least Sir Elmond. Besides, I think the way you wrote the name was a lot more polite."
I don't remember much because I didn't see it clearly, but the torque continued.
I see.
What does the letter have to do with Wendy's attitude toward herself?
Thinking about it here doesn't make sense.
"A letter?"
Murmuring like that, he carries his meal to his mouth.
Only the sound of spoons and forks hitting the dishes will be heard for a while.
"Forgiveness."
Torque said unexpectedly.
"Eh?"
Forgiveness. Forgiveness.
Torque said that again with certainty.
"I heard your story, and it was clear. Except for my father, there's only one man who writes a letter and sends it to me."
"Did Wendy have a wife?"
It was my first time hearing about it.
Almark answers in surprise.
I don't know.
The torque shakes his neck lightly.
"But he's as noble as the Bar Herbs. Even if Wendy decides to marry some powerful nobleman, it's not strange to give up his succession because he has an older brother."
"Is that what it is?"
Almark nodded.
"Because I don't know the world of nobility."
"The difference between what you know and what you don't know is extreme."
Torque laughs.
"When I was having fun at the academy, I remembered the reality with a letter of love from my bride. Isn't that crazy?"
Really?
Looking at Almark's astonishing face, the torque shook his face.
"What were you going to do when you told Wendy to follow me?"
"Future"
Almark repeats.
I'm not thinking about anything.
"I like it. I like it."
The torque sighs with astonishment.
"Wendy's parents aren't the wooden nobles around here. Then be prepared for it."
Sara
Almark frowns on disturbing words.
"Sarah, what do you mean?"
"Run away, run away."
Torque said.
"If you want a woman with a forgiveness, you have to."
"Is that what it is?"
What will you do with Wendy in the future?
That was something Almark had never thought about before.
But Almark knew that Wendy's parents weren't naturally welcome.
No, it's not just my parents.
Almark rethinks.
Wendy herself would not have welcomed me in the first place.
I don't think you're welcome.
Shit, the torque hit my tongue.
"She came out again today. Hot pot baba."
Along with that whisper, a loud metallic sound of cancer resonated in the dining room.
Maia, the dorm keeper, came into the cafeteria with a large pot about half her body, and started beating it with a stick of wood.
"How long will you be eating your dick? I don't have to clean up anytime."
Maia beats the pot with a stick while saying so.
"Come on, eat up. I don't have time for this. If you have a mouth to open to talk, you have to hold on to the food."
The few students who remained in the cafeteria stood up one after the other so that Maia could hurry them up.
Almark and the torque also rushed the rest, washing the dishes and leaving the cafeteria.
Torque has a wife?
Walking side-by-side in the hallway, Almark asked, and the torque looked disgusting.
Why are you asking me?
"No, I wonder if all the nobles are like that."
Looks like Polois is here.
Torque says.
"There may be others, but I've never heard of them."
I see. Now, to the torque. "
I was there.
"Were you there?
When Almark looked up at the torque with a suspicious face, the torque smiled hard and opened his gripped hand.
"It's gone bad. We leaned."
Really?
Almark raised his eyebrows.
"I heard something bad."
"Nothing."
Torque shrugs shoulders.
For a moment there was a dark shadow on his face.
"That's not what a noble bride does. For me, I've never met him. He just wrote his name next to me and erased it again."
That's what the torque said, laughing at itself.
"Well, in short, we don't really like each other together. That's why you have a chance."
The torque stands with two fingers in the usual ironic tone.
"If you don't take Wendy, there are two ways we can be happy together."
"Both."
Almark was surprised.
"I can't imagine. Tell me."
"One thing first."
Torque sounds fun.
"We're going to wreck Wendy's parents' Bar Herb house. That's why I can't tell you what a bride can do."
"Torque"
Almark frowned.
"I can't do that."
I see. I think it's a good idea. "
Answer the torque and break one finger.
Then there's the other one.
"Yeah."
Almark nodded.
"The other thing is, you're a great, great sorcerer like the dean."
"I will."
Almark looks at the face of the torque without thinking.
Just then, in the darkness between the lights in the hallway, I couldn't see the torque expression well.
"The sorcerer is free. I don't know why."
"No."
"A sorcerer is not an identity. Because it's a way of life."
Torque said.
Once again, the torque illuminated by the light had the usual ironic expression on its face.
"It's not my word. Besides, I don't even like to say it."
Miss Ilumis?
Torque shrugged his shoulders and did not answer Almark's words.
"The dean's words move even the king."
Instead, the torque said so.
"If you weren't, you wouldn't complain about Lord Elmond."
Listening to the torque, Almark remembered what he had heard from Bar Herb's butler Ward in the winter mansion.
In order to open Wendy's heart, which was enclosed in his own shell, the dean, who appeared alone, said that even Sir Elmond had been pressured by his majesty.
That's right.
Almark nodded.
Become a fine magician.
It's my father's wish, and it's Almark's goal now.
However, this goal seems to lead to a variety of other paths, and Almark finally looks like it.
Thank you, Torque.
Almark says, the torque, uhh, snorts.
"You're back to your usual routine for a little while."
Then add in the same rude tone.
"I don't like it. He's powerful, and he's like a jerk. It's frustrating to see it."
"Sorry."
Don't apologize to me.
Torque was the last thing I said to throw up.
"I'm not wandering around with every single woman. You're as annoying as usual. I'm going crazy."
Then he walked away in the hallway towards his room with his big crotch.