Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

Fireworks opened up in the clear sky with a faint sound.

Four fireworks announcing the beginning of the Magic Festival.

As the guards opened the main gate with the sound, the crowded visitors came into the academy at once.

Don't push. Don't push.

The guards' vocal efforts to prevent confusion stand in stark contrast to the martial arts tournament, which began with the royal family welcoming guests in a dramatic security and harsh atmosphere.

Most of the merchants and magicians who rush the road ahead of us are going to high school magic equipment exhibition halls.

Anyway, you have to get to the venue faster than the others and find what you're looking for.

There are many strange students who want to go to high school, so if you are alarmed, you can sell a lot of crap that is expensive but impractical.

To avoid it, we also need time to identify it.

If I don't buy it in a hurry, it will be gone, but if I buy it in a hurry, I usually fail.

Commonly known as the Magic Festival dilemma.

For the sorcerer, his magic studies and duties made it impossible for the merchant to keep his eyes bloody for a once-in-a-year business opportunity.

It is the ordinary people who are not interested in magic equipment who come in after the rough ones have left.

They look at the guides to the exhibits posted on the information boards near the main entrance gate and hopefully take their feet to the middle and elementary halls.

Don't be ridiculous with the children's creatures.

Magical songs, dances, and plays are exciting performances not only for entertainment hungry commoners, but also for wealthy citizens and aristocrats with big eyes.

This year's witchcraft festival also included people from upstairs first.

Almark left the dorm in his usual robe.

It's a little late to go to school than usual.

In the morning, Morgan and Nelson were supposed to be in the auditorium watching first-year and second-year performances.

Morgan asked me to come with him to the auditorium, but Almark was somehow uncomfortable and promised to meet them in the auditorium.

In the afternoon, after watching a set of Ain's plays, I have an important conversation with Wendy.

The tension made Almark uncomfortable in the morning.

Around the dorm, there are no first-year or second-year students who refrain from appearing in the morning.

On the contrary, I can barely see the third grade.

Is everyone going to the stall around the school building?

Almark thinks blurry.

Starting yesterday night, college-approved stalls and peddlers began to prepare various food stalls, and Morgan seemed nervous.

"That, that, that, that... ah, I want to eat that too"

On his way back from the school building, he had set his sights on a gloomy shop, looking like a bird of prey.

I'm sure I'll finish my first tummy before the show starts today.

Almark walks slowly while breathing in the morning air.

In the cold air, there is a faint mixture of sweet and fragrant smells that never usually drift.

I wonder if the stall is already open.

For Almark, who is less interested in food, the trouble of not opening a restaurant today is better than the rarity of the stall, but it can't be helped.

Let's eat something that doesn't seem obvious to us.

Walking with that in mind, I saw someone running in front of me.

It's two people I know.

It was supposed to be Pheta and Zap who ran out of breath in the second grade.

"Fita, Zap."

Almark waved.

"What's wrong with you both?"

"Ah, Almark."

Fita stopped her feet in surprise.

"I was still walking around here."

"Yeah."

"So you didn't see Radmar?

Huh?

When Almark was ready, Zap took over after Fita.

I'm not in the auditorium, Radmar.

That's what I said and I frowned.

"I told you to practice the last dance while the first graders were announcing it."

"Aren't you coming?

Almark looks at the two faces alternately.

"Radmar?

"Yeah, she's not here. No one's seen him."

Fita says in a hurry.

"Radmar, I've been looking pale every day lately, and I'm worried that I might be down in the dorm because I was tired from majoring."

"I'm too late for dance practice because of the tutorial, so the rest of them say," I'm not going to let that happen anymore. "

Zap blushes his face.

Yeah, you're right.

Almark nodded.

"I can't do that."

That's how I look at Mars' wand.

You can't see Radmar?

I remember the advice from that girl.

Don't let go of Mars' wand.

What does that word mean?

Look back at the path you came from.

No way, there's darkness in Radmar again.

"Unfortunately, I haven't seen Radmar either. But when you hear that story, you can't let it go. I'm coming with you."

That way, they stand ahead of each other and run.

Almark ran faster when he asked for Radmar's room number from Zap, who rushed after him.

Well then, I'll go to the room first. You two come back later. "

Zap and Fita looked at each other with their breaths shut as Al Mark's back slipped away.

Returning to the less popular dormitory, Almark rushes up the stairs and immediately reaches the front of the room taught to him.

Radmar, are you there?

Open the door while saying so.

There was no one.

In the quiet room of two, that small black box was pocketed on a desk believed to belong to Radmar.

A small box of dark power, handed over to Radmar by the fortuneteller in the city of Nork.

Almark opens the lid for his hand.

There was nothing in it.

It was a majoring three days ago.

Ilumis called Radmar and handed him this box.

"I saved the darkness inside. This box is your commandment."

In Irmis' words, Radmar stared silently at the box without responding.

From this box, I don't feel the power of darkness anymore, as Ilmis says.

The cursed Almark's right hand showed no reaction.

Looks like this box has nothing to do with it.

So where the hell did Radmar go?

As Almark left the dorm again, Zap and Fita finally caught up.

"Almark, where's Radmar?

Shake his head for Zap's question.

He's not in his room.

The answer shows the expression of disappointment.

Well, where is it?

Pheta looks like she's about to cry.

"I was late for practice, and it didn't work out, and everybody laughed at me. Radmar, maybe I was too proud to be ashamed."

He's not the kind of guy that runs away.

Destroy the words like Zap was angry.

"But"

Almark gently blocks what Fita is about to say.

"I don't think Radmar will run either. 'Cause Radmar told me this the last time I was in college."

Last tutorial before the Magic Festival.

Radmar, who had finished his meditation, rarely stopped Almark from learning the magic of the day and returning to his classroom.

"Almark, don't come to see my class at the Magic Festival."

Huh?

Almark asked back in surprise.

"Why?"

Radmar answered with an infidel face.

"I don't want you to see me dance. Tell Wendy the same thing."

"If you're going to run, I wouldn't bother to say that."

But I'll see you later.

He looked up at Almark so that Fita could catch her tears.

Where's Radmar?

Ah!

Zap suddenly raised his voice and pointed behind Almark.

Turning around, Radmar, who was sweating, came out of the back of the dorm.

Radmar!

Fita screams.

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you guys doing?"

Radmar looks at the faces of the three and stops his feet as hard as he can.

"What are you doing here?"

"That's my line."

Fita says and Zap nods.

"That's right, Radmar. I was worried you weren't coming for your last practice."

When he heard that, Radmar nodded, "Ah," as it finally occurred to him.

Practice. The whole exercise is inefficient for me. I let him do it alone. "

Zap asked Radmar back in surprise.

"I've been practicing here all by myself."

"What else are you gonna do today?"

Radmar makes a stunning voice.

Magic Festival, isn't it?

"But until you get so sweaty."

Pheta said the same thing and looked at Radmar with her eyes round.

"What's wrong? Is it about time? I'm going first."

That's not bad, Radmar walks out with the sweat flowing.

After a lot of incidents in the practice that night, even if the attitude of learning magic changes positively, the selfish and my pace doesn't seem to be easy to fix.

But at least Radmar didn't seem to want to escape.

Almark looked at the two of them and smiled bitterly as he walked behind Radmar.

"Radmar, apologize to the two of you who worried."

"What about it?"

Radmar doesn't look back.

"Why should I?"

"Fine, Almark."

Fita pulls Almark's sleeve, but Almark shakes his head.

"No, I can't. Radmar, if you don't apologize, I'll ask Dr. Ilmis to increase the amount of medicated water."

I'm sorry.

Zap burst into Radmar, who turned around and lowered his head before Almark could finish.

Pheta is holding her mouth with her hands and laughing desperately.

"Are you done? I'm busy."

With a little blush on his face, Radmar starts walking again.

"I'm going to have to dance in front of a lot of people. Oh, and then..."

Looking back, he pointed to Almark.

"Don't come to see Almark. I bet you told Wendy."

"Sorry."

Now Almark immediately lowered his head.

"I'm going to check it out, and I didn't tell Wendy."

"... do what you want."

Zap and Fita followed Radmar with joy.

Almark was walking behind him, muttering in his heart.

Good luck, Radmar.