The next day, despite the beautiful weather holidays, someone knocked on Almark's room, which was patiently lying down in bed and quiet.
"Yes."
When I opened the door, Wendy stood with many textbooks.
"Mr. Almark, you said I had to stay in my room all day. Because of that, I was wondering if you'd like to review the class."
"Uh... okay. Even Wendy's on holiday."
Almark asked in surprise, but Wendy repeated, waving, okay.
In the end, I was to be sweet with Wendy's generosity and have a closer look at my studies.
The two of us move places to the dorm talking room and start studying.
Exactly. She's the only one in the class who's done well, and she even answers most things no matter what she asks. Almark was on his way, to the point where he didn't know if Wendy was good or if his question was too low.
The two of us have lunch in the dining room and start studying again.
Until evening Wendy noticed the roots well enough to accompany Almark's study.
Textbooks, time left, chatting a little bit.
Wendy told me a lot about the school, but when the topic broke off, Almark asked Wendy how she could be so kind to herself. It just seemed excessively kind of you to make me a classmate in the next seat.
When asked, Wendy said for a while with a troubled face.
Eventually, as I decided to.
"Mr. Almark, what do you think of your current class?
I've been asking.
"I don't know..."
"A child with a surname and a child without a surname, that's a variance."
"Oh......"
I see what she's talking about.
To my current class, if I borrow Wendy's way of saying it, there are "children with surnames," that is, four noble children. Wendy, Torque and Layla, and Wallis.
Other students, including two around Torque, are all "children without surnames," or civilians.
"One and three pairs have about half the number of children with the last name. So it looks like Torque didn't like the fact that he was put in the civilian class."
"But this college..."
You don't have anything to do with nobility or civilians, Almark asked. It's like a child of a mercenary in the north who can't be put in normally.
"Yeah. It doesn't matter. Of course, there's a lot going on out there if you step out of school, but the teachers never discriminate in school, and I think I should, too. But some people don't think that's funny. A child with a last name is better than a child without a last name. He said it should only be for children with surnames. And those who think so."
"... sure, those four are the best in the class right now"
Almark nodded.
It corroborates the theory that noble children are better off, whether it is a difference in their qualities or in their pride.
Wendy nodded and bit her lips with regret.
"Especially with the torque tending to be that strong. Because he has been so strong in words for a long time... The children without the last name actually shrivel and ask about the complexion of the children with the last name. I don't like it. Even though identity doesn't mean anything before magical powers. That's why I wanted to change my class. That's what I've always thought. But I couldn't do anything myself. But in the meantime, Almark, when you first came in..."
Wendy chuckled.
"You, when I first came to this college, I didn't atrophy at all, even though I didn't know anyone and I couldn't use magic at all. He didn't seem a little nervous. Remember when you looked around the classroom with a confident face, a straight eye, and you met me?"
"Oh......"
Wendy and I had eyes for each other, and I remembered you laughing at me.
"I thought then. He said he had a great kid. I was wondering if maybe this kid could change the situation in his class."
My unsolicited assumption, Wendy said, shyly laying down her face. There were tears in his eyes.
"That's why I wanted you to help me out a little bit and blend into my class quickly.... you talked weird."
Oh, it's like a bad word for torque. He, oh, there are some good places to see, Wendy said, nagging, quickly.
Certainly a weird story, or no hair on Almark, such as his intention to change his current class.
Because I was the best I could do just to get to class in the first place.
But when I saw Wendy, who was now blushing and depressed, I suddenly had feelings for Almark that I had never felt before.
It was for a very moment, but Almark felt like an indelible groan in his chest, confused.
He quickly replaced it with a slightly closer emotion of his own familiarity...... gratitude.
I've had this kid take care of a lot until today. I am grateful to this child. [M] I have to return the favor.
Mmm.
To that slightly exaggerated word, Almark felt a strange nostalgia.
On Almark's body, I felt the cold wind of the northern earth blow through.
"Stop being a mercenary if you can't return the favors you've received."
My father said one day. Mercenaries value benevolence. Because betrayal always leads directly to death.
Seeing Wendy's tears brought back the rugged proselytizing heart of a northern mercenary who had forgotten about Almark for days.
"Fighting is the beginning."
My father's voice. You stay licked by the kind of guy who makes a woman cry. Hit him one shot first before you stir him up. I nod in my heart at the words.
"Wendy, there's definitely a martial arts class tomorrow."
"Eh."
Suddenly they talked irrelevant, and Wendy nodded bewildered.
"Yeah, I do."
"Right."
Almark seemed to think of something.
"Almark, this was your first martial arts class."
Don't call me you now, Wendy. Almark thought as he felt the fierce force that could once be used against his body.
"You can call me Almark about me. That's better."
Because it reminds me of the old days.
To the rough grin that Almark accidentally had, Wendy looked away unexpectedly feeling like she saw something she shouldn't have seen.
"I'll thank you for today tomorrow."
Back to his usual serene smile already, Almark told Wendy so.