The story of the son of the mercenary in the north enrolling in the magic school in the south

A sword rolling in front of Almark.

The swords of the warriors of the wreckage were different from those of the warriors.There is no rust on the sword, it reflects the moonlight and glows dull.

Pick it up, kid.

Gizalte said.

Or rather, I look at Almark with my sharp eyes.

"You want to tell me that it's enough to beat me?"

Almark did not answer, slowly kneeling on the deck.

Reach for the handle of the sword.

Gizarte laughed bitterly at the cautious gesture.

"What, you wonder if that sword is a trap?"

I waved my left hand in a boring way.

"Hey, that's not true. It's not a job to raid the lady in the Mansion.What I do is simple. "

Gizalte said indifferently.

"I'll kill you. That's all I'm talking about."

Almark was a little frustrated with himself, even remembering something nostalgic about the story.

You've been slammed with such deliberate murder.

I can't believe I miss that.

He grips the handle of the sword to cut off his doubts.

Once again, the nostalgic coolness of the metal.

I understood the moment I lifted it.

My body remembers.

This weight.

What should I do with this sword?

Once I grab it, how do I move it next?What should I do with the other party?

If Gizalte moves like this, this is it.Here's how it comes.

I can't use words.But in an instant, countless images come to mind.

The body wanted to fight with a sword.

However, Almark shook his head and took a breath.

A moment of patrolling.

Throw the sword violently to your side.

The sword slipped on the deck, making a dry sound.

"Hey."

Gizalte watches.

"What are you doing?"

"Sorry."

Apologizing, Almark stood up.

"I haven't told you yet."

That said, Mars' wand rests in front of his chest again.

I'm a magician.

Magician?

Gizalte opened her thin eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't think so."

Almark answers.

"I'll be a magician.From now on, I will fight with magic instead of swords. "

Ha.

Gizalte exhaled.

I thought you were a funny kid.

That's what he said, and he laughed.

"That's ironic. The son of Shadow Fang is a magician."

Two names were given to his father, and Almark distorted his face.

Gizalte shook her shoulders and smiled for a while before surprisingly looking at Almark.

You're a shameful bastard.

"... what?"

Now it was Almark's turn to answer.

"Embarrassed?"

Oh, that's embarrassing.

Gizalte waved his sword lightly in front of him.

A sharp wind chirp sounds like it rips open the air at night.

"A sorcerer?"

Gizalte spit on the deck.

"I can't even put it on the wind of a man in the North."

Gizalte adds, even if I say so.

"What's wrong with the sorcerer?"

Almark stared at Gizalte.

"What do you know about magicians?"

I don't know what you think.

Gizarte distorted his mouth.

"Look, for a man in the north, a magician is nothing."

The voice is as cold as a sting.

"You can't stand up with a sword. You'll be a coward."

"That's not true."

Almark shook his head.But that was the last thing Almark wanted to say.

Gizalte laughed as if she had spotted Almark's upset.

"That's what you think."

Gizalte says.

"A sorcerer is so cool, he really wanted to stand up with a sword."

"Don't insult the sorcerer."

Almark answered.

"The magic of the north is different from the magic of the south."

"You must be from the North."

Gizalte's words were as sharp as a sword.

"The sword you slashed me with.It wasn't a human sword to be a magician. "

That said, Gizalte slapped herself lightly in the chest once slashed by Almark.

I don't think so. You could have become a famous mercenary. "

Almark saw something coming up.

"I don't hold the sword anymore"

Almark answered moaning.

Yes, I don't hold a sword anymore.This wand is my partner.

To walk with Wendy. To close the gate.

I will fight with this wand.

This wand is my sword.

The wand is a sword, huh?

Gizalte snorted.

"Fine. You can treat that stick like a sword."

That's what I'm saying. I'm going to step out on Al Mark in a nonsense.

Well then, let's get started.

Gizalte walked by without holding her sword.

Almark didn't fly backwards and took time.

The terrible speed with which Gizarte stepped in had already been experienced.You must not enter in the meantime.

Shake Mars's wand with all his magic.

The magic of the air bomb of the body, but both were not created by Gizalte.

Ha.

Gizalte exhaled.Gun, your legs are stretching. Stepping in at once.

Crushing the time was a constant in fighting the sorcerer.

Remember.

Almark swallows his teeth.

This is a loss of life.

Almark flies without hesitation at Gizalte's neck.

A wind slash that can drop its neck if it hits.

But Gizarte twisted his neck as if he could see the wind.

There was almost no time left.Almark's magic cannot stop Gizalte from advancing.

Gizarte waved his sword as he stepped in.

Almark barely catches the slash with Mars' wand.

"Ohh."

Gizalte looked surprised.

I can't hang up.

When Almark pushed back with all his strength, Gizalte did not fly back.

"... hmm"

Gizalte looks at Almark as if he were worthy.

Almark exhales.At the same time, sweat erupted all over my body.

It's too late for the opponent to move.

We have to set it up.

Almark shook his staff.

The net of light jumps out of Gizarte's side.

Hmm.

Gizalte jumped forward.

The net grabs the sky.

Fast.

Are the mercenaries moving so fast in the north?

I never forgot that.However, Almark was astonished at the move.

Don't be swallowed.

When Almark waved his staff, a wall of fire appeared in front of him.

"That kind of craftsmanship."

Gizalte's voice. The walls of the flames collapsed as if they had been cut into pieces.

Gizalte pops out of the flame.

"No, no, no, I'm telling you."

Gizalte could have cut Almark in half.

Instead, he beat his sword hard on Almark's cane.

With that momentum, Almark's back hits the edge of the ship.

"You"

Gizalte peered into Almark's eyes.

You're weaker now.

Almark opens his eyes.

Almark's body floated in space, losing its support, as he was thrown into the cane with a blow like a punch.

"Is that your sword?"

Gizalte's mocking voice.

Almark fell into the sea.