Next to which the cooking women stood busy, the child sat blurry.
A flame of incendiary fire illuminates his face red.
Almark, and when Raise spoke, he raised his face.
He had an unexpected appearance of expediency.
But the light of his weak eyes was telling the story of his weakness.
Acknowledging what my father looked like, the boy came running over happy.
But when I realized it was an old stranger next to my father, I stopped limping.
"It's okay, Almark. This uncle is a good man."
Rays said, but Almark ran over to his father and hid a little in the shadow.
"Get acquainted."
That's what Reyes said and sighed.
"No pity at all."
"No, you look very resourceful. It's because of his wit that he's alert."
Yologue approached Almark as he said, which, he said, and bowed.
Almark didn't try to come out clinging to Raise's leg, but Raise was forced to drag him out.
Yolog gently reaches out his left hand to its head.
Almark trembled and looked like he was about to cry.
You're not scared, Almark, and Rays yells.
At that moment when Yolog's hand touched Almark's head, something like a patch of current ran.
Yolog looked surprised and pulled his hand in haste.
"What's going on?"
Raise asked.
Yolog rounded his eyes and looked seriously at Almark's face.
"... you surprised me"
Yolog rubbed his hand and told his father that this boy possessed an incredible magical talent.
"I've seen many talented kids too...... I've never met a kid with so much potential"
Really?
Rays was honestly pleased.
He didn't know what magical talent and what they were like.
But anyway, my son was recognized by this old man.
"Probably some sword talent. I'm sure you'll grow up fine as a mercenary."
"The talent of a sword is no big deal."
Rays responded instantly.
"Mercenaries need the strength of their minds to live without relying on anyone. Strong or weak is second to none. This guy probably doesn't have it."
"... if that's what you mean"
Yolog taught Reyes how to get to the college in detail.
"Bring this kid to college when he turns 9. Make sure you're a superior magician."
"Oh, okay. I'll definitely take you.... Good for you, Almark"
Rays held his son tight.
Almark knew nothing and was just being held by his sweaty father.
After traveling with him to the border afterwards, Yolog bowed his head many times and left.