Cold breezy, northern earth.
The meadow. Almark was diseased.
He has a long-spoken sword in his hand and wears thick, black-dyed, smooth-leather armor on his body.
Dozens of fellows walking side-by-side around him dressed the same way.
And before they ran like wolves at a tremendous speed, there was a group of enemies.
Riding a giant horse and solidifying himself with heavy iron armor, that group showed no reaction, however, to the advances of the Almarks.
As the enemy approached his eyes, Almark roared a hot roll that looked like his body. The companions also give a shout at each other.
It was that moment.
Suddenly the grass beneath the feet of the Almarks moved like something willing, entangled in their feet.
For the first time, an enemy general reacted to them for depriving them of their freedom of their feet.
An awesome eye behind the helmet that looked at Guillaume Almark. Almark knew him. "Iron Knight“ Marismog of the Zehr Interception Mercenaries. A man who takes everything and stands and never falls.
"Cut it out!!
Marismog screamed. As soon as that happened, a group of horseback riders approached the Almarks with rage. Almark desperately tries to move his legs, but the grass keeps tangling with the twist. The leading Marismog is already in front of us. Huge spears are shaken.
"Ugh, move!!
Almark woke up with his own voice.
The morning sun is shooting in just up through the window.
He jumped reflexively, searching by hand for his favorite long sword, and fell off the bed to finally remember his current situation.
"Yes... this is the Norc School of Magic..."
Stand up and scratch Gashi's head, then take the long sword.
I remember the scenery I dreamed of.
It's an experience that Almark tasted in real life.
In fact, my distance from Marismog was not as close as I had dreamed, and as soon as I was sealed of my movements, I didn't take care of it because my father's horseback riding squad jumped in from the sidelines.
Later my buddies told me that it was magic. The Zehr Interception Mercenaries hired a magician at the time.
Speaking of which, that was the first magic I actually saw, Almark thought.
My father was a less obsessed with superstition and jinx, but he was terribly reluctant that the magic that Almark first met was what he was trying to take his life from.
Many times I had instructed my men to cut off the one with the wand among the enemies, the one with the robe, first.
After that, Almark doesn't really remember what happened to the course of the war.
Almark slowly pulled out his sword. My mind gradually calmed down as I watched the blunt light of my used body with countless blade spills.
Teasing the little outpouring at the end of the sheath with my fingers, I heard a crisp, light noise and a small red pendant came out.
Shetina... it's the shape of Almark's mother.
I initially lowered it from my neck when my father gave it to me, but I was afraid that I would lose it in the middle of a recurring crisis, and I made a place to work it into my sheath myself.
Because I thought that was the closest thing to my life.
I thought when I lost my long sword, it was when I was going to die.
There were times when Almark felt protected by this pendant as he made his way through the danger of death.
Impossible strong luck.
Without it, we wouldn't have made it this far.
My father's long sword and my mother's pendant. Almark has always been protected by these two.
"We're here. Father...... Mother"
Gacha, there was a noise.
I opened the door and Jeed came in.
"Good morning, have you slept well?... Wow, I've got some noisy stuff"
"Ah, good morning, Mr. Jeed"
As he said, Almark quickly threw the pendant into his sheath stash and he put his sword away.