Regret struck Wendy's heart, which was supposed to have been ready, after seeing Almark's half-baked expression.
I shouldn't have said that.
I thought so reflectively.
My words hurt Almark.
People you care about, in your own words.
But Wendy scolded herself for thinking so.
No, it's not.
Almark is not such a frustrator.
I believe in Almark.
Strength of Almark.
I'm sure Almark will help me out.
Speaking to her heart, Wendy opened her mouth again.
"Of course, your eyes are serious when you use magic."
Almark saw Wendy's face in the words.
While Almark's expression was about to choke, Wendy didn't put it on her face.
"You healed my wounds with serious eyes, even when I used healing techniques earlier."
Wendy looks at her fingertips with no scars and says.
"I'm glad."
You took your eyes so seriously to heal yourself.
"I know, too.Your eyes are different when you're serious. "
Wendy says that and looks at Almark.
When Almark gets serious in a real sense, his eyes also have the power to hold fire.
Strong eyes that draw a line with other students.
That's Almark's big charm.
But...
"But that's not what I saw."
Wendy shook her head.
I really love those eyes.
And what Almark is about to say is that his eyes make him feel more distant.
Still, Wendy said no.
"You have stronger eyes."
Wendy says you have strong eyes.
It's not the same as a serious eye with power.
More frozen than powerful.
Wendy saw Almark in the woods at night.
When he smashed his sword at Radmar, who was about to be drunk by darkness.
When Morgan ran toward Volapa after his struggle.
The eyes Almark shows when he or one of his friends stands on the brink of real life.
What should I call that eye?
If Almark's usual eyes are to the south, they are.
The northern eye.
Wendy's unknown Almark eyes.
That must be the northern mercenary's eye.
Mercenaries of the North.
That word still darkens Wendy's heart.
It's also because of your own sad memories, and because you broke Almark's heart.
The butler Ward said in a letter.
Almark is afraid of being known to be the son of a northern mercenary.
So Wendy chose her words carefully.
Don't let yourself touch it.
But don't let the meaning of what you're supposed to say change.
"The eyes when you slashed the monster."
Wendy said.
"I slashed the bolapa, that eye."
With memories, Wendy inspires her voice.
"With those eyes, use your magic."
The words shook Almark's eyes.
"I'm sure no one can beat you."
Almark's face was distorted in agony.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Wendy thought.
I'm sorry I hurt you.
Breathe leaks out of Almark's mouth.
For a moment, Wendy wondered if Almark was crying.
But it was only for a moment that he showed such an expression.
Wendy wondered whether she had that look on her face, and Almark, who concealed it for a moment, said he would see Wendy.
"Okay. I'll try."
Wendy's chest was stuck in that calm voice.
Almark bent over in front of Wendy, stretching his legs gently.
Take a big breath and then exhale slowly.
As if it represented Almark's heart, the magic in his body swayed unreliably.
For a while, Almark stared at Wendy's feet with a sharp expression that made him unconvinced.
Eventually, however, he turned his right hand to Wendy's feet with his prepared face.
Wendy watched as Almark's eyes gradually grew sharper.
I sweat on Almark's forehead.
Wendy felt a strong magic swirl in her body.
My sweat fell on the floor.
Almark does not move with his hands crossed.
Wendy couldn't move with her gaze on Almark.
However, magic never came out of Almark's hands.
Within Almark's body, well-crafted magic spiralled in search of a place to go, but the Almark even seemed to have the magic left behind.
I noticed that Almark's feet were stained with lots of sweat.
Still, Almark didn't try to cast magic on Wendy's feet.
Wendy also stared at Almark in silence.
How long has it been?
Almark dropped his hand unexpectedly.
Exhale deeply and look up at Wendy.
She looked terribly sad.
"Sorry."
Almark said.
"I can't."
I left the magic practice hall and walked side-by-side, but there was no conversation between the two.
Almark was thinking of something as sinking, and Wendy was doing her best to fight the regrets that had struck again.
The two walked silently in the clear night air.
Eventually, the dorm lights came to be seen in the distance.
Almark said it was sticky.
"The truth is, I knew it."
Wendy sees Almark in the words.
The eyes of Almark Wendy were calm and gentle.
"But when you told me, I realized it clearly."
Almark lowered his head deeply to Wendy, who was stuck in words.
"Thank you, Wendy. I've made you say something that's hard to say."
When I saw it, I couldn't do it anymore.
Wendy said, feeling the tears spilling over.
"I'm sorry, Almark.Me "
"You have nothing to apologize for."
Almark shakes his head.
"Wendy, I'm gonna be strong."
Although calm, Almark said with a clear voice.
I'm not gonna make you cry. I'm gonna be a strong man.
No, it's not.
I tried to say that, but it wasn't a word.
Almark's hands wiped away the tears flowing through Wendy's cheeks.
Wendy's eyes, wet with tears, also saw blood sticking to the sleeve of the robe.
"Huh?"
Greelest, who appeared loosely, smiled slightly at Almark's expression.
"It's a little different tonight."
"Greelest"
Almark said.
"I thought your trial was heavy on me now."
With that in mind, Almark slowly walks up to the black magician.
"But today, I'm really glad you had a challenge."
A disturbing light spills from Mars's wand in his hand.
"Even if you crush my current thoughts, you'll be fine."
"Young"
Greelest laughed joyfully.
"No, you should say it's young.My dear burning owner, take care of me. "
That's how he slowly stretches out his arm and touches Mars's wand.
"But whatever the motive, I don't care.Come on, let's see. "
Greeless spread his arms.
"Power."