Almark waved his sword, and the monsters soon sank into the sea of blood.
Calm behavior in front of Dark Magus Bolapa.
A slightly disturbed tone after being hunted down.
A sharp swordsmanship that cut off Volapa's neck with a single sword.
Wendy saw how Almark fought in the night forest and was convinced.
This guy.
Summer vacation.
When the mercenaries of the North raided the Winter Mansion.
Most of the guards outside were killed, but none of the servants in the Mansion were killed.
The butler Ward said that the guards sacrificed their lives to defeat the mercenaries.
But...
Your tiny back is no different from yours.
Wendy realized when she saw him defeating the monster with an unstoppable sword technique that was completely different from his normal calm appearance.
Me.
The servants of the Mansion.
This is the one who saved me.
It was this man who slaughtered those brutal and resilient mercenaries in the North.
Wendy didn't know why Almark was hiding it from herself.
Why did Ward lie to himself?
There would of course have been a reason to treat the deceased guards' families a little better.
But Ward used to tell me the truth gently, apart from the obvious reasons.
Lady, please put this in your chest.
While adding that.
So as soon as the herbal hunt was over, Wendy wrote to Ward, who was at the residence of the King's Capital Garentlle.
Ward, tell me the truth about the winter mansion.
Isn't it really Almark who killed the mercenaries and helped us that day?
The day Nelson and Norish bumped into each other.
When I got back to the dorm, I received a letter from Ward.
Wendy, I thought you'd notice because you're a smart lady.
That's what was written in the letter.
As you can imagine, it was Al Mark who cut off the mercenaries who attacked the Mansion.
Wendy, who was alone in the room and read the letter, thought after all.
Almark helped us.
Wendy remembers Almark's trusted back in the Night Forest.
And a hard palm that grabbed its shoulders.
Was it the same back at that time?
After the magic ran wild in the Mansion one day and fell, I thought Almark had risked his life to protect me, and the bottom of my heart became warm.
I also heard that Lord Morgan used his magic to assist Lord Almark.
In that sentence, Wendy inadvertently loosened her cheeks and smiled, fufu.
I saw Morgan holding his wand hard.
Thank you, Morgan.
But they both smell like water.
I wonder why you didn't tell me.
But that was all I could read with warmth.
After reading the following sentence, Wendy's expression froze.
It was Almark who said this to Wendy in confidence. Al Mark was very afraid to let his daughter know that he had slain the mercenaries and that he was the son of a mercenary from the North. "
Huh?
In an instant, it becomes dark in front of you.
What do you mean?
The letter is blurred.
Almark is the son of a northern mercenary.
And he's afraid I'll find out.
"It's my fault."
Ward spelled it that way.
Al Mark was seriously ill because I told him that your strength was terrible for people in the south. I wonder if the mercenaries who attacked me could be seen in line with me. "
It was true that Wendy hated the presence of mercenaries in the North.
It was the mercenaries of the North who robbed my sister and her beloved Tilia when she was a child, and who killed many servants who attacked me this time.
Fighting as a business, sometimes courageous, sometimes brutal and outrageous. People's lives are weighed with gold, and people with hearts hate them as much as snake scorpions.
I had a tutor teach me that before I came to college.
I thought there was no doubt about that.
Whatever was behind it, Wendy's closest associates came directly to him because they were always men known as northern mercenaries.
But I don't care about that now.
Almark is actually the son of a northern mercenary.
That is certainly an unexpected fact.
But that didn't change Wendy's feelings for Almark.
Wendy believed that there was a strong bond between the two of them after many life-threatening situations.
Almark is Almark.
I thought so.
But it wasn't Wendy's heart that occupied it then.
What the hell did I say in front of Almark?
That's what Wendy thought.
You didn't even know that Almark was the son of a northern mercenary, and you taunted Fiquet with strong words who said that fighting Eldane was like a northern mercenary.
Mercenaries are rude to Almark.
It was me who was rude.
I don't mean to be rude. I said something terrible.
Otherwise, you may have said something you didn't realize. No, I'm sure he does.
What should I do?
Wendy was at a loss.
I have to apologize.
Though I didn't know, I had to apologize to Almark for saying something terrible and hurting him.
I really should have noticed sooner.
There were many occasions I could notice.
No ordinary man is so good at swords, no matter how northern he is.
The name of the northern song Almark cried at the concert was "Mercenary of the Grasslands."
If Wendy had told me, I would have been careful with Wendy.
But I didn't notice.
Somewhere in his mind, he might not want Almark to be a mercenary.
Perhaps that's why I was unconsciously avoiding such a conclusion.
Anyway, I have to apologize.
I don't know if you'll forgive me.
Ward's next sentence popped into Wendy's eyes.
"Almark does not want his daughter to know that he is the son of a mercenary in the North. However, if you are a brilliant young lady, I think you will understand how Al Mark feels. Please keep this a secret until Lord Almark comes out of your mouth."
Wendy wanted to cry.
Ward, what are you talking about?
I said something I can't take back anymore.
I can't pretend I don't know.
However, the sentence was engraved in Wendy's heart like a curse.
Al Mark does not want his daughter to know that he is the son of a mercenary in the North.
By apologizing to Almark, you know that Almark is a mercenary in the North.
Almark doesn't want that.
Does that mean that my apology hurts Almark instead?
If you are a brilliant young lady, you will understand how Almark feels.
Ward, I don't know. Write it down better.
I'm not smart at all. I don't know how Almark feels.
I can't think of Almark with the mercenaries who attacked him.
I'm not smart either, but I'm not that stupid.
But I don't think Almark likes that.
I know that I am the son of a mercenary.
I'm sure Almark is proud to be a mercenary.
I hurt it.
Would knowing that I was the son of a mercenary double hurt him?
Is Almark so afraid that such brave Almark will find out about it?
Wendy's head was in a mess.
Still the next day, Wendy tried to dress up as nothing.
As always, I tried to have a normal conversation with Almark.
But I couldn't.
If you try to talk for a long time, you can see that your eyes are getting moist.
How has Almark hidden his origins until now?
With that in mind, I'm sorry, I'm sad, I'm about to cry.
No. If something goes wrong, Almark will notice.
So Wendy avoided looking at Almark as much as possible.
The practice of the play was out of the question.
I can't imagine what would happen if I played Almark's farewell scene in this state right now.
It seemed that Almark had noticed something soon, and he stopped talking to Wendy very aggressively.
Between the two, it gradually drifted apart.
You can't do this. I don't like this.
I think so, but I can't see Almark well anymore.
I feel strangely unconscious and can't converse naturally as before.
What kind of conversation did I have with Almark...
There was a groove between the two of them.
Wendy couldn't bear to cry when she stared at Almark on the auditorium stage for the first time in a long time.
I'm sure Almark thinks it's strange.
But I didn't know what to do anymore.
Still, the magic festival day is approaching steadily.
In the play, there is a day when the two of us must parte forever.