Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

Almark slowly picks up Mars' wand, which is buried halfway through the depressed ground with a magical blow.

Having lost the intense light we had just now, it only looked like a stick of wood.

"Son of a mercenary in the north."

Rhinel raised one eyebrow and looked at Almark.

"Well, I'm not proud to say so."

That way, he looks at Almark's right hand.

"Look, you're such a badly injured person. Let me show you. Let me treat you."

Rhinel tried to approach Almark, but stopped him from killing himself with Mars' wand in his left hand.

"You look so scary."

"If you come any closer to me,"

Almark said.

"I'll smash your head off."

"I'm scared."

Rhinel raised his hands in a calm manner.

"I'm saying I'm going to treat you. I wouldn't be so upset."

But Almark won't answer.

Don't move with your cold eyes on the Rhinel.

Rhinel felt that Almark's words were not just a threat, let alone a child's strength.

He smiled like Almark was in a mood.

"I've already fulfilled my purpose. I'm not going to do this to you again."

However, Almark's killer spirit does not diminish.

You hurt Wendy.

Almark said in a low voice.

"Never forgive."

I didn't hurt you.

Rhinel said again with a faint smile that Wendy had just seen.

"I'm just surprised that magic is flowing in at once. If you lose your magic naturally, you'll wake up soon."

"I don't need words."

Almark said.

"I can say as many things as I want. You are a wise man. I bet you have a lot of lies about me."

"That's not good enough."

Rhinel shook his head, but Almark went on.

"Your behavior shows. You are our enemy."

"Stubborn kid. I said I'd cure you."

Rhinel smiled bitterly.

But I didn't step in any further.

Look at Almark from his toes to his head as if he were seeing something unusual again.

"I wonder if that strength is also the northern mercenary flow?

Without answering the words, Almark set the tip of Mars' wand at the height of Rhinel's eyes.

"Okay. Very well."

Rhinel shrugged his shoulders.

"If you don't need medical attention, I don't want to be forced to cure you. Because in the first place, you did something rude and hurt yourself."

He said that in a slightly shallow tone and glanced lightly at Almark.

"I don't know what to do. If you don't heal quickly, you might lose your cane and sword."

"If you've achieved your purpose,"

Almark answered.

"There should be no more reason for you to stay here."

I see.

Rhinel nodded as he had just noticed.

That makes sense.

"If you're really worried about my right hand, you should disappear from us right now. That way I can get out of here and get cure. If you don't leave here even if I say so."

Al Mark said that it was stunning.

"You're not really worried about my right hand."

There was a moment of silence.

Eventually, Rhinel shook his head impressively.

"It's not just barbaric. You're a clever beast, you are."

Then he smiles again.

"I want to give you something smart."

I don't need anything like that.

Regardless of Almark's words to throw up, Rhinel slapped his hand.

"That's right. You seem proud to be the son of a northern mercenary, so I'll tell you something good. I'm sure you'll be happy. [M] Yeah, that's right. That's good, let's do it. I'm the kind of person who comes up with the best ideas in times like these."

Rhinel starts talking like that with a smile.

Almark stares at Rhinel's moving mouth without changing his expression.

The pain was severe and the right hand was already losing its sense of normality.

With your chest beating, your whole right hand is pulsing as if you had another heart there.

But I won't put that on my face.

There is no sign of Wendy waking up sleeping gently behind her.

Wendy didn't hear this conversation right now.

Even in this situation, I feel frustrated with myself who cares about such a thing.

But Almark kept that feeling hidden inside and kept an eye on Rhinel.

Rhinel continued to speak freely, regardless of unresponsive Almark.

"I was just about to tell you that Miss Wendy was interrupting me. Almark, that's your name."

Rhinel slowly stepped back as he said.

The distance from Almark opens.

Almark stepped in.

The rhinestone snapped and stopped moving.

The distance Malus' wand reaches the Rhinel in the first move.

Almark didn't break it.

Rhinel twisted his mouth and laughed.

"It's really like a well-trained assassin."

Almark's feet step forward.

The rhinestone backed down in exaggerated motion.

"If I get any closer, my head will be cracked."

Almark didn't react to the joke.

However, he is holding Mars' wand with his dark eyes on the Rhinel.

Yes, that's your name.

Rhinel told her to take it easy.

"When I met you the other day, you said I was a good name. I wonder if you remember."

Almark is neither positive nor negative.

Rhinel kept talking as if he didn't expect a reply from me.

"It's a name I've often seen in the old literature. Did you check it out? Did you find your name in the library book?

I looked at Almark's face like I was exploring, but when I saw no expression on my face, I nodded alone.

"I guess so. I wouldn't have found it. Of course, such valuable literature is not in the library of the Elementary School of Magic, no matter how much it is."

Then he smiled at Almark with a soft face.

"I'll tell you what, Almark. What does your name mean?"

Almark felt the evil intent in his smile.

Regardless of Rhinel's words, he slipped forward.

"Oops."

The Rhinel retreated.

Raise your index finger to warn Almark.

"I'm not going to hurt you. If you're going to get your head ripped off, that's not the story."

Meanwhile, show Wendy behind Almark with his chin.

"If you do that, I'll use big magic to reach Miss Wendy. I'm sorry your daughter's not safe."

When I heard Wendy's name, Al Mark's face twisted slightly.

Rhinel looked at it with satisfaction.

"What, you can have a human face?"

"Is your magic fast, or is my arm fast?"

Almark answered.

"Try it."

I'll try.

Rhinel nodded.

If you have to.

Then, call Almark's name as if the teacher were calling the students.

"Mr. Almark."

Rhinel smiled with his hands open.

The golden ring of my middle finger on my right hand shakes.

"I'll tell you. Look, your name is in itself an ancient language."

Then he pointed to Mars' wand, held by Almark.

"Almark's Al has the same meaning as yours. Ars. Ancient language, key."

Rhinel talks to Almark like a magician who teaches his apprentice magic.

"The change in the ancient language is not clear to you even if you explain it in detail here. It may be confusing to say that Mars is Als, or that it is the same as Al, but ancient language is much more troublesome and complicated than our modern language. The pronunciation varies due to slight differences in circumstances. In the meantime, you just need to know that Ars and Al in your name mean the same thing."

It's like a lecture.

Rhinel talks to Almark as if he were teaching him an ancient language lesson.

"And later in your name, Mark..."

But Almark noticed.

The eyes behind that soft smile are not laughing at all.

"Ancient word for protector, guardian."

That's how Rhinel looks into Almark's eyes.

"Al is the key. Mark is the protector. I mean, Almark. What does that name mean?"

Rhinel told me strictly.

"Keeper of keys"

Keeper of keys.

Something deliberately moved in Almark.

Mars' wand in his left hand suddenly felt slippery and many times heavier.

You know what I mean?

Rhinel looked at unresponsive Almark with pitiful eyes.

"Keeper of keys. Yes, you were born to protect Mars' wand."

That's how I shake my head small.

"Poor thing. You were born for that, and you were given the name to remain in your role."

From the depths of Almark, something hard to describe, black and bitter comes up.

"Neither your esteemed father nor your mother thought you were alone from the beginning. I suppose so. If you think you're a cute kid, you can't name someone who protects your keys like that."

Rhinel's words come in with a black fog behind Almark's head.

What is it?

What the hell is this guy talking about?

"Almark"

Rhinell speaks his name as if he were singing.

"What a beautiful and cruel name. A name for a poor doll who was born with only destiny and role."