Returning to the room, he watched as Jeed shook a long sword erected against the wall.
Seeing Almark return,
"Oh, welcome back. Amazing sword, isn't it? I'm not familiar with swords or anything, but is this what you call a business?"
And he asks.
Almark shakes his head.
"I don't know either, because it's the sword my father gave me. I used it in many ways, but it didn't break, so it's sturdy."
Jeed shrugged and looked at Almark's face again.
"You look a little tired. Anything warm down there?
"... I met a girl downstairs"
"Hey, who's there?"
"Leila...... she said Leila Coogan"
"Leila! You're a little tough."
Jeed said, grinning dullly.
"Right, ha. The first girl I saw was Leila. Ha ha, it was a disaster. I wish it had been Wendy!
"Wendy?"
Almark reacted to the first name he heard.
Who is it, Wendy?
Zide tried to open his mouth to answer, but he noticed what was going on outside and changed his complexion slightly.
"Shit, it's already this time! Hurry up and get dressed in your uniform robe, Almark. I have to go to school now."
Okay, so Almark weaved his robe.
Jeed rushed me, so I didn't have time to feel the emotion, but Almark's chest rattled on the dark blue robe that wrapped me around for the first time in my life.
The one who manipulates magic. who exercise unseen power. who touch the abyss of the world.
Mage.
By the time I was in the north, for Almark, a sorcerer was to an extent a bunch of people who just fought in a nasty way.
So the first time my father told me that you could learn magic sooner or later, I was stunned.
I started training my sword on my own, and that's why. I thought if I polished my sword, my father would change his mind.
Even after being recognized by my father and out on the battlefield, I was not lost in continuing to mercenarize. Everyone around is a mercenary. I couldn't think of any other way to live.
I can live with my sword. The pride was also beginning to bud.
But my father didn't change his mind.
The day before the trip, I listened to my father and looked him in the eye.
Almark therefore, on the spot, gave himself up as a mercenary.
The mercenaries were untrained. That's for sure.
But I wanted to fulfill my father's wishes more than that.
My esteemed father wanted me to think of him as a big son.
Learn magic. Become a magician. It's a completely unknown matter to me.
My father didn't want me to think I was a coward in awe of the unknown.
I wanted to show my father that I was the brave son of the brave mercenary Reyes and that I could do it in the magical world.
But during his journey, Almark's perception of the sorcerer changed dramatically.
I learned that the magic of destruction and so forth used by the Northern Mages was only a very limited number of things.
The countries of the south are the real magic.
Magic is deeply rooted in people's lives.
I want to use magic myself. I want to bring the advanced southern magic back north.
Aside from my father's hope, I began to think so on my own initiative.
Jeed rushed him, and Almark went outside.
Get after him and walk fast to the school building.
The sensation of bass and a robe entangled in the leg is fresh.
I will be a magician.
Almark thought.
I'm going to be a magician.