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

That's a certain day of the college's winter vacation.

Tired of studying in his dorm room from the morning, Almark sighed and looked out the window.

Judging from the sense of humans in the north, it's a feeling that autumn is deepening and it's time for winter, but in the south it's already winter.

Clear difference in seasonality.

Even so, I can see that I've come a long way.

A little dull green that you can see through the window.

The winter in the north was mostly white and black, and it was not so full of colors.

Dad, I wonder if everyone in the Black Wolf Cavalry is still doing well.

Remembering the smell of the horse and the cold steel feel, Almark stretched out as he leaned against the chair.

This reminds me of the North, evidence of a loss of concentration.

Even if you continue to study in this state, time has passed and you are often not in your head.

Almark was also learning about the area in his daily college life.

Now I need to change my mind a little bit.

Almark stood up, walked out of his room, and walked down an unpopular hallway.

Somewhere in the distance, you can hear a faint laugh.

There are several ways to change your mood when you get stuck studying.

The easiest and most common thing Almark does is hang out in the garden.

Walking alone in a wide garden without touching it, you can feel the feeling of traveling. That's where Almark learned how to interact with himself.

Eventually, as I progressed, my thoughts came together, and my mind became clear.

Then it was time to resume my studies.

Sometimes I took my travel companion, the longsword, and gestured in the corner of the garden. This is not enough for a walk, it is a way to move your body more and use it when you want to refresh yourself by sweating. When I wielded my sword, I felt the most inattentive to Almark. With each swing of the sword, extra clutter is removed and only the simple, necessary things remain in Armor.

Sometimes Koen or Porois saw Almark wielding his sword and rushed over with his practice sword and armor. At that time, Almark was happy to serve as their practitioner.

If you want to talk to someone, peek into the conversation room on the first floor.

During the holidays, most of the time someone I knew was there and became Almark's conversation partner.

Nelson and Raido. Morgaine and Buyer. Selaha and Curime, Norish and Lirtie.

Everyone enjoyed the conversation at their own time and place.

I hope Wendy's here today.

Almark thought so and went down the stairs.

If Wendy needs anything, she can come to her room in person, but she doesn't have any business to take care of right now. It's just that Almark looks at Wendy and wants to talk. That said, it was unacceptable to get in the way of Wendy, who would be seriously studying for the exam.

However, when I was in the conversation room, it meant that Wendy was resting, so Almark was not hesitating to have a chat with her.

Walking down the corridor on the first floor and approaching the conversation room, I heard a loud scream and laughter.

That voice is fickle.

Almark thinks so and smiles.

It seems that a group of students are doing something fun today.

"Oh, two more there!"

After Ficke, who held his head in both hands, screamed, he found Almark and raised his hand.

"Oh, Almark."

"Sounds like fun, Ficke."

Almark said so as he approached Ficke's sitting table.

"What are you doing?"

"It's a game, it's a game."

Three other students, including Ain, sat at Ficke's table.

The neat-faced student is Murka. He was a student who competed against Deg at the martial arts tournament. The other gentle-looking student did not know Almark's name.

There was a brightly painted board on the table.

A lot of squares are painted with each eye, and each number is shaken there.

"Now it's my turn."

That's what Ein says and he puts his hand on Ficke.

"Ficke, give me the raccoon."

Yeah.

As Ficke remembered, he handed the game to Ain.

The game was played several times by Almark, along with Nelson and Raido.

It's a simple game in which the person who swings the race and advances his or her game, and reaches the goal first, wins. It says in the coma along the way, how many miles to go and how many miles to go back.

Basically, I'm glad to say that it's just a game of luck by raccoons.

“Ein, you're playing this game, too.”

Unexpectedly, Almark said.

"I thought you preferred games that didn't use races or anything."

"Of course I like you better."

Ain replied.

"I don't rely on luck," "Fox and the Hunter," "King's Crossing," or something like that. "But that doesn't make it a game because I just win."

While saying so, Ain shakes the race.

"Five."

That's how you move your red fingers.

"Hmm, it says go three."

That's what I'm going to do.

"Oh my God, Ein is in the lead again." Hey, Ruta. Good luck. "

Ficke exclaimed and slapped the shoulders of the gentle-looking students sitting next to her.

It's time to beat Ein this time.

"Ficke, it's okay if you win, not me."

The student who was called Ruta said so and took the race.

"Why do you always go back to the start?"

You can't help it, because it stops at that mass.

Ficke sharpens his mouth.

I see, it looks like the scream was made when Ficke was taken back to work.

"Ficke has already stopped at that mass three times in a row."

Murka taught Armark.

"When I'm in good shape, I can score six goals in no time." The one with the magic and the game. "

I said that and looked at Ficke.

I see.

Almark nodded, watching a group of students enter the game for a while, but Ein still seemed to win this time.

"Four out of five times, Ein wins."

Ruta tells Almark.

It's a strange game without any strategy.

Even in this kind of game, Ein is strong, right?

Ficke's tongue chirped at Almark's words.

"You shouldn't use your luck in this place, Ein."

Ficke said, apparently feeling remorseful.

"If you have to, you may be abandoned."

"You think there's a total amount of luck."

When Ein says that with a cool face, she takes the raccoon in her hand.

"I'm not. Luck is what attracts you." When the time comes, you can draw your luck on your own. "

Ein waved the race. The eyes that came out were four.

Seeing Ain gorgeously evaded the mass to return to the start, Ficke distorts her face regretfully.

Damn it, I'm dodged again.

"Almark, hold on a second."

Not only did she raise her face from the board, Ain said.

If you score this game, you'll be playing against me.

"You and me? This game is big."

Ein shakes his head as Almark glances at him.

"No, it's the King's Crossing." You know the rules, don't you? "

“Yeah, I've done it a couple of times.”

"Well, that's good."

Ein nodded.

"I haven't done it in a while because they're not going to fight me in my class." By beating you, you've definitely completed the martial arts tournament and the sorcery festival. "

"You won the sorcery festival."

"I'm not convinced of that victory."

Ein said that and looked at Almark.

"Besides, I want to beat you."

Ficket screamed again beside Almark as he tried to answer the question.

“We're back to the start again. I can't do it anymore."

"It's really useless, you know."

You shouldn't shake the race anymore, should you?

Ain smiled at Almark again as she glanced at Ficke, who was holding her head against Ruta and Murka.

"Look, the princess is here too."

Immediately after the words, Wendy peered into the conversation room.

"Somehow it's very exciting. It seems fun."

Having said that, he smiles with joy at finding Almark among the men surrounding the table.

"It's unusual for Almark to be here, too."

"Hey, Wendy."

Almark raised his hand. Just by looking at that smile, your chest feels warm.

"Are you taking a break too?"

Yeah.

Wendy nodded and walked over to the Almarks' table.

"I'm glad I came to the conversation room."