The Norc School of Magic was a vaster school than I imagined.
According to the Islanders, more than a third of this island of Norc, which is never small, is the College's property.
Almark looked up to heaven. Of all the long journeys, I have seen giant castles and halls, but I have never heard anything of this magnitude in just one institution.
suppressed his mind to do it and asked him where the main gate was, he stroked his chest down because it was closer than he thought.
Stand in front of a huge main gate that is no longer large enough to be seen as one temple in itself, and ask the young guard there for guidance.
But I've been visiting the dean, and the guard didn't work with me as if, and it took me a long time to get rid of him.
Desperately soliciting that Almark was admitted by the college director's yologger to be a student here, he heard the college director's name and the guard conceived it for a while. And after many reviews of Almark's beggar-like style, he agreed to take me half-heartedly to the dean.
In a well-maintained garden, gardeners seem busy working there. When the two of us walked in silence for a long time, the trees that were blocking our sight suddenly disappeared and a huge building appeared in front of us.
"This is the main building of the Nork School of Magic. Elementary students will learn here for three years."
said the guard. Without that explanation, it was a luxurious building that would likely believe even if it were said to be a grand aristocratic mansion or a royal villa.
Almark still has a similar building that was once unbridled.
"... that's amazing"
Almark gave his honest thoughts.
"Oh. I wish you could come in, too."
That's what the guard says, he walks into the building.
"There's also the dean's office here."
Almark also follows him into the building.
"This is the Dean's office."
Stopping in front of a certain large door, the guard said, offering Almark his right hand.
When Almark looked surprised, he said, sword,
"I'm sorry, but I'll take care of it."
Oh, yes, and Almark lowered the sword he was carrying on his back and handed it to the guard with one hand.
The guard took it with both hands and looked at the weight of the sword. Then with it, I knocked on the door.
"Dean, there's a child here who wants to enroll."
Then I heard back from the inside of the room, saying, "Come in."
"Excuse me."
The guard went in first, and Almark followed.
Surprisingly, there was a large desk in the back of a qualitative indoor that didn't know how many adults had been carried. There is also a large shelf next to the desk, lined with thick books and a variety of unseen items.
"This is the boy."
to the voice of the guard. Almark turned to the front of the desk.
In the chair behind the desk, an old man sat.
He's an old grey-haired man with a serene face. My chin beard is stretched a lot longer like my long hair.
I guess this is what it would be like if one day the magician on the journey showed up saying that the Spirit of Wisdom, Almark thought.
"I am the yologue of the director of the Norc School of Magic.... What about you?
and the old man said.
It's a deep warm voice. I can trust this guy. That's what Almark thought.
"Yes... Um, at the main entrance..."
The guard begins to explain to the others.
He was finally starting to regret bringing the beggar boy all the way here.
"Mr. Almark, Dean of the Academy."
That's what Almark said, regardless of the guard.
Yolog takes his face seriously.
"Almark..."
Once in my mouth, I rummage.
"I am Almark, son of the Shadow Fang Rays, deputy officer of the Black Wolf Cavalry who fights in the North."
Almark added. A guard is watching Pocan and him.
"... Black Wolf... Raise..."
Yologue shrugged with a corn in his mouth. Then I opened my eyes like I thought of something.
"No way, Lord Reyes' son Almark!!
"Yes, my father used to help you," he said.
Almark replied.
Yolog rode himself out of his desk excitedly.
"Zide, stand back."
The guard hurries back.
"Mr. Almark, could you come over here and show me your face better?"
"Yes."
Almark stood at his desk. Yolog took a serious look at his face.
"Hmm."
Eventually, Yologue exhaled, stirring his girdle and back.
"If you are the son of Lord Reyes of that Black Wolf Cavalry Regiment, then surely Almark! But you're not 11 anymore? Why are you two years late to be here? Besides, what's with the outfit? What happened to Lord Reyes? Didn't you come with me?
"Mr. Dean."
Almark chuckled.
"I can't answer that many questions at once"
"Oh... you did. I'm sorry."
Yolog shook his head. Later, Almark answered the Dean's questions one by one.
When he had heard it all, Yologue exhaled deeply again.
"Oh, my God, even the Black Wolf Cavalry is in Bastia... the northern wars still won't subside..."
"Yes, rather when I'm growing up, my father"
"It's sad. Though the power of the brave people of the North is essential to the battle against the 'Thou of the Abyss' to come..."
"" You in the Abyss "?
"Oh... no, this is the story. But it turns out you're Almark himself. You've grown, splendid."
"Thank you"
"Can I just ask you one more question?"
"Yes, for what?"
"If you have some service experience in the North, you will have heard its name once or so. Gilfin Magic Mercenaries"
"... Yes, I do. Among a few mercenary regiments in the north, mercenaries of different colours."
After the success of the "Dead Ashes Mage“ Gulder, the southern magicians crossed all the way north to test their power in action. Many of them are, unfortunately, graduates of our college. The majority of them disappeared due to the cold in the north and the harshness of the battle in action, but some of them were as successful as Gilfin. Most of those who succeed are originally from the North. They had come from the beginning to learn for the purpose of exercising our magic in the battle in the north. But we are also unwilling to tolerate any further abuse of the advanced magic of the South. "
"What do you want to say?
"I don't mind you thinking it's like an entrance exam. … For this reason, students from the North have not been allowed to enroll in the past few years, except in special cases. So I ask you. [M] What are you going to do after you learn magic here? Are you going back north like Gilfin and exercising your powers?
Saying, Yolog peered into Almark's eyes.
Almark also figured out that if I gave him a nasty answer, he would be spotted right away.
I'm going back north, too.
Yolog opened his eyes to Almark's answer. But Almark continued his words.
"On my journey, I saw peaceful countries in the Middle Plains and the South. I touched that rich life.... Why, only the north. That's what I want to know. And peace to the nations of the north, and abundance to the people. I'm going back north to make it happen."
Eurolog stared at Almark's face with a see-through eye.
And after two distractingly long seconds, he said with a smile.
"Welcome to the Nork School of Magic, Almark"