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

Now, I wonder where Morgan is.

You think as you walk down the hallway outside the conversation room.

I'm sure you'll be back in the dorm by this time of the night.

Visiting Morgaine's room in person might be a quick fix.

It was when I approached the stairs leading up to the second floor while thinking about it.

Thank you, Morgan.

I'll make it again.

I'd like a dragon this time.

While saying this, the first-year boys ran down the stairs.

Everyone had a small wooden doll in their hand.

Simple in design, they are just the right size to fit in the palm of their hand, like a dog, cat, rabbit, etc.

You overcame the boys and then looked up the stairs.

Just as my rounded back was moving away from me.

There he is.

Morgan

That's how you rush up two flights of stairs.

"Wait a minute."

As you walk up and down the stairs, you'll be met by a round-looking man named Morgan.

"Hey, Ruta."

Morgan smiled loudly. When I laugh, my eyes become like a single line.

"It's been a long time. What's going on?"

"I just wanted to ask you a few questions."

You hold your breath and then glance back downstairs.

"The first-year students just now, they all had wooden toys. Oh, you didn't make it, did you?"

Yeah, yeah.

Morgan nodded.

"The clerk, Mr. Cassis, gave me the edge of extra wood." I just easily cut it into animal shapes. "

I said that and smiled.

"When I gave it to the first grade, it seemed to be surprisingly popular. I also got a queue with me."

You're so dexterous, aren't you?

You are honestly impressed.

You mean you made it for all the first-year students back there?

It's not a big deal.

Morgan waves slowly.

"When I asked what kind of shape it would be, I didn't have that much trouble making it because it was similar to people's dogs, cats, rabbits, etc. Some of them called it a boat. I'll just scrape it to make it look a bit like that. If I had a little more time, I could have done something nice."

"No, it's amazing. It's an unexpected talent."

You saw Morgan again.

"Were you the son of a woodpecker?"

Yeah.

Morgan nodded.

"I've been playing with trees for a long time." I'm good at that. Because of this, Maia used me a lot during the summer vacation. "

"Maia-san."

I was also interested in the story, but it seemed to me that it would be better to have a long conversation in the middle of the hallway. You look at the couch you see across the hallway.

"Hey, why don't you sit on the couch over there?"

When you suggested it, Morgan nodded, moving his mouth.

"Huh? Are you eating something?"

Yeah.

Morgan took the baked goods out of the robe's sleeve.

This is it.

When did you put it in your mouth?

You blink your eyes. It was only for a moment that I took my eyes off Morgaine. In the meantime, I noticed that Morgan was already mumbling.

"Since I'm unconscious, I don't care when you say I put it in my mouth."

Morgan walks out when he says something bad.

“Sofa, nice. Let's sit on that couch until dinner.”

I don't know whether it is relaxed or not. You walk down the hallway after Morgaine.

"Oh, that feels good."

Having said that, you leaned against the wall, looking down at Morgan, who sank happily into the sofa.

"Ruta, don't you sit down?"

"I'm fine."

You wave.

If you sit down with me, you'll feel a little cramped.

When Morgan's round body is buried, only about a third of the sofa is left. I didn't feel like forcing my body into it.

“Oh, I'm sorry. The couch was a little small.”

You dominate with your hands as Morgan tries to get up with an unpleasant look on his face.

"It's okay, Morgan." Just stay seated, will you listen to me for a second? "

Yeah. That's fine.

Morgan looked strange.

By the way, you said you wanted to ask me something.

"That's right."

You nod.

"Congratulations on winning the martial arts tournament. Moreover, you've been chosen as the best player in your class."

No, I don't know what that is.

Morgan looked like he was in trouble.

"I think the reason why I won the last game of the tournament is because I decided to win it. Actually, I'm not the one to choose."

But you beat that Kol-En, didn't you?

You cut to the chase.

"That was the blow right after the start of the match." Koluen's piercing looked pretty fast in my eyes. How dare you dodge that and decide to fight with a single blow? No, you weren't the Morgan I knew. "

No, no, no, no.

Morgen looks more and more troubled.

"Is that really too much to do?" Everything worked out, that's all. "

When you tilted your neck at the vague words, Morgan was embarrassed.

"It was the only way I could win against Kol-En." It's the only way to avoid the first blow. "

That may be the case. The difference between Koluen's and Morgan's physical abilities was overwhelming.

If Morgan had won, there would have been only that moment right after the match.

"That's why I'm stronger than Kol-En, and it's very difficult to be seen like that."

But you figured out how to win, didn't you?

No way.

Morgen shakes his head.

“Holy shit, that's not supposed to happen to me.”

Well then.

"It's Almark."

Morgan said the name you wanted to hear.

“Almark taught me. There's only one way to beat Kol 'En, and the courage to do so.”

"Almark."

You nod heavily.

“Indeed, his strength was remarkable at the tournament.”

"I think so."

Morgan stepped forward with joy.

"It's amazing, Almark. If you have a sword, you're invincible."

I don't know if it's invincible.

When you smile bitterly, Morgan frowns and shakes his head.

No, I'm invincible.

"Unbeatable."

"Yeah, I'm invincible."

Unusual for this boy, Morgan said stubbornly.

I think the invincibility is too much to say, but I can't help arguing about it. You nod.

“Okay, if you think so, that's fine.”

"I'm not convinced how to say that, Ruta."

Morgan narrowed his eyes and looked at you.

“But I'm sure you'll understand if you look at Almark with the sword.”

And thou shalt lean thy neck against the word.

If he had a sword, I would have seen it at the martial arts tournament.

No, it's not a practice sword like that.

Morgan shakes his head.

"Almark's own sword."

"My own sword"

Repeating with a face that you didn't understand, Morgan nodded, "Yeah," and started eating baked goods again.

It's horribly smooth until you take it out of the sleeve of your wardrobe and put it in your mouth, with no futile movement at all.

"What kind of a girl is Almark?"

When you ask, Morgan mumbles, "Hmm."

"No matter what kind of child I'm told." It's tough. Courageous, clever, but also missing out. It's very gentle, but there are some hard things. I can't say it in a word. "

"I heard you and Wendy were best friends with him."

"I don't know if it's the best."

That's what Morgan says and smiles.

"But, yes." I don't know if I can say that. I believe what Armark says, even if it doesn't suddenly. "

Huh?

It was a quiet tone, but Morgaine's words contained a strong will.

The Morgan you know wasn't a boy who spoke so decisively. You are a little puzzled by the gap.

"Do you believe what Almark says?"

Yeah.

Morgan nodded.

"Anything?"

Yeah.

"Why is that?"

"Because Almark will believe me."

Morgan replied.

"That's why I have to believe in Almark, too."

You were stuck with words unexpectedly.

"Well, what does that say?"

In response to Morgaine's mysterious answer, you tried to ask again, but Morgaine suddenly began to flinch.

The door of the dining room opened on the first floor, and the smell of dinner came to this point.

It's time for dinner.

Morgan says.

Yeah.

You nodded.

Seems so.

Today's dinner is sautéed chicken.

"Can you tell by the smell?"

Absolutely.

Morgan rose from the sofa forcefully.

Well then, Ruta, I'm on my way.

Yeah.

I can't help it. I can't beat dinner.

Thank you, Morgan.

When you said that, Morgan stopped and looked at you.

"Almark is taking remedial classes after school, but he's in the classroom or the library during the lunch break."

Having said that, Morgan smiles.

"You should talk to me, too." I'm sure we'll get along. ”

That said, Morgan ran down the stairs with his round body bursting.

After seeing it off, you rebelled in your head about your conversation with Morgan.

Something about Morgan is different from what you know.

I don't know if I can say it well, but I'm pretty sure that Morgan has changed.

And it seems to be Almark's influence.

Ein's reasoning might have been right after all.

You imagine Ein's face laughing when you hear your report.

Maybe Ein will tell you to go to the library for the lunch break.

You had that feeling somehow.

I use a lot of people, but in the end, it's the boys named Ain who have to make sure of it themselves.

Well, that's not my job anymore. You can do what Ein wants.

As you stretched wide, you slowly began to descend the stairs.