The day quickly passed like that.
I have a day off at school every ten days.
The day before Almark came to this college for his first holiday.
I'm still in magic practice class today.
Align as usual to the magic practice field and wait for the teacher.
Ill miss comes in and class begins. At first, it's the magic of lights.
Everyone lights a flame in their hands. A steady and gentle light is born at the hands of the students.
Almark, who had always just watched everyone's magic in his magic practice class, began meditating as he watched how everyone was doing.
I have yet to learn anything from Ill Miss but how to meditate.
But if you extract the essence of the advice you've ever received from him, the essence of magic is the so-called image.
How can I transform the magic that is in me into something else, into something else? That's probably what they thought.
The magic of the light, that is, the magic that is in your body, is expressed as a small flame over your palm.
Almark meditates, gently turning his right palm upwards and imagining lighting a flame.
Lights. Small lights.
Focus the image.
But there is no change in your right hand.
No, it's not working.
Almark opened his eyes.
The class moves on to the next magic.
I'm practicing the wind today.
From the entire cane, the art of making the wind blow.
It's not a technique for attack, so let the gentle breeze blow slowly. From there, gradually, the wind intensifies to the point where the branches of the tree squirm violently.
Almark also watched and found that each student is not good at every magic.
Norish, who had so much difficulty in the art of stone engraving, is alive today and making a gentle breeze.
Conversely, the torque has suddenly caused a strong wind to blow and has received attention from Illmis.
Wendy and Leila do all the magic universally well. The two people whose personalities look the opposite, but their magical talents seem antagonistic.
Morgen seems to be struggling with the art of wind as well. The strength of the wind is not quite stable.
It looks just like the art of stone engraving, and I guess there's a big difference between the use of magic and the use of images. That's what Almark thought as he saw his classmates not good at.
I wonder what Wallis is doing, and Almark glanced at the blonde boy.
With Wallis, a class commissioner, Almark has yet to say a word.
I didn't even get an introduction that I was a class member.
I had tried to speak to him from the side of Almark, but it felt very natural to be left on the spot.
He seemed to consciously avoid Almark.
That's not true if it's cold on anyone, but rather it seemed to be relied upon and admired by other classmates.
Wendy also didn't give in and told me, "If anything happens, you talk to Wallis and we'll figure it out."
Before, Morgen told me that Wallis was also a descendant of the nobility, but Almark didn't even ask for his last name at that time.
In fact, Almark is desperate to get to class, too, and I can't keep thinking about Wallis all the time.
That's why I never exchanged words with him until now.
Wallis probably does something, unlike any other student, I found out. But I didn't even know what that was.
Almark gently lowered to a place where everyone's wind could not reach him, placing his wand on the floor and closing his eyes.
Let's try the magic of the light just now again.
Since I started practicing meditation, the image was much clearer than before. The image of magic flowing through the body is also specific.
Turn your right hand upwards and imagine a small flame dwelling in the space just above that hand.
The magic flowing in from your body gathers in your right hand, which concludes as a small flame. Keeping a solid flame on the spot so it doesn't go away…
Pounded, and a flame lit over Almark's hand.
It was a flirtatious and unstable weak flame, but there was no doubt that the magic flame was illuminating over his palm.
"I did... I did"
It would be the fruit of daily meditation. Faster than I thought, I could make it work.
Almark raised his face and looked for Illmis.
Just Illmis wasn't looking at him more in the middle of advising another student.
It's the first magic I've ever used. [M]
Almark looked out for the little flame.
It was then.
Unexpectedly, the flame swayed heavily.
To Almark, the flames seemed to twist themselves maliciously in his hands.
I feel the magic in my body sucked away by that flame all at once.
What is this...
The moment Almark was bewildered, the flames swelled up as they exploded, and a large fire column rose from Almark's hand to near the ceiling.
There is a loud scream at the sudden, but Almark's vision is blocked by an erupting flame and he sees nothing.
The screams of Norish and Lilties.
Torque rage.
Wendy's "Mr. Almark! sad screams."
Among the various voices, Illmis' little whine clearly reached Almark's ear for some reason.
"So I told you"
In the sense of being squeezed out of his whole body, Almark lost consciousness.