When he returned to his mother's garrison, Reyes was already completely oblivious to the old man and all that.
The look of the Gil Ba Regular Army I had hoped for was without shadow or form.
Apparently, I would have liked to have moved the offensive target east.
Having lost their immediate enemies, the Black Wolf Cavalry Corps was to proceed as it were for now to move on to the task of securing a supply line for the Philanthropic Regular Army.
When Reyes left the captain's tent feeling carelessly tired, one of the cooks stopped by and said he picked up a weird grandfather on the way that he knew you.
So he finally remembered the old man.
"Hey, Grandpa"
The old man sat small in the corner of the carriage.
When Raise spoke, he stood up in a hurry and bowed his head deeply, naming himself Yologue.
"I'm Raise. I'm the deputy chief here."
Yologue asked him to thank him for something.
Rays laughed and asked back what you could do.
Well, if I could, I was going to ask you to help me with a woman's job.
Eurolog said he is the Dean of the Norc School of Magic in the Kingdom of Galais, a southern power, on his journey in search of talented children.
Rays laughed and didn't believe it, but when Yologue saw it flew away as he lost his wand on the journey, he picked up the stone at his feet and threw it overhead, saying, Is it real?
"Norc Magic Academy, I've heard of it too."
Reyes said.
"I'm talking about being educated equally for everyone, regardless of where they come from, whether they're up or down in status, as long as they have a magical talent. I also heard that when I graduated, I would be able to emerge from every country. You're the Dean of the Academy?
Yolog nodded, supplementing his vague knowledge of Raise.
Schools are located on an island called Norc Island; the age of children who can enroll is limited to nine years; and primary, secondary, and higher education are studied for three years each in an all-door college.
"Hum."
Rays thought silently for a while as soon as he roared.
Yolog watches him quietly.
Eventually, Rays started scratching his left flank. That was his habit when he tried to say things that were hard to say.
"... your college only allowed talented kids."
"... Yep"
When Yolog nodded, Raise also began to roar and scratch his flank.
"Do me a favor"
Finally, Raise cut it out.
"It's about my son."
Your son, and Eurolog reacted.
"Oh, I'm Almark. I'll be five."
Rays said, still scratching his flank.
"My mother died right after that one was born. I grew up with one man, but I'm too weak to say I'm not a hegemony. Mercenaries are harsh business. Of course you can't trust your enemies on your side. Only I can count on myself and a handful of my people. I can assure you, if he turns out to be just a mercenary, he will certainly die before he reaches the age of twenty."
Yolog listens silently.
"So, what do you think? Why don't you put him in your college?"
Rays continued before Yolog opened his mouth.
"No, I know. Of course he won't be a magical talent. But anyway, as long as I find my own habitable foothold in the south, there's no fighting over there, I can live with it no matter what. Please, let him in."
That's what Reyes said and bowed his head.
Yolog kept his mouth shut for a while, but eventually he laughed, and he said something strange happened. You have a lower head even though I am the one who owes you.
Anyway, in response to Yologue's request to show me the child, the two stood up.
The area was already dim when I realized it.
Looks like dinner is starting to be ready.
Raise pointed to one of the incendiary smokes standing up everywhere, there, he said.