The story of the son of the mercenary in the north enrolling in the magic school in the south

An aristocratic hall in the Wang capital, Galentor.

its dim indoors.

The lord of the hall had opened his eyes and received reports from his men.

"You said you failed...?

"Yes. Below Captain Ghizalte, we mean total annihilation."

My men report pale.

"Wasn't it the touch of an arm handler? That's why I sent you all the way to the northern border. Was that a lie?"

"Regardless of the battle, I heard the sword arm was certain."

"Then why can you kill every little girl in Elmond?"

"Come on."

My men twisted their necks.

"Come on, then, I'm sure you're sorry!

The Lord yelled at his men, but his men looked stranger,

"And even if you say so"

Answer.

The Lord finally noticed the cold gaze his men turned to themselves there.

"... what, those eyes"

……

My men look down on the Lord with no expression.

A cold one ran through the spine of the Lord.

"Are you kidding me..."

Though I almost said it, words don't follow my men's cold gaze.

Now turn your eyes to your men and ask.

"Yes, that one... that one, oh my God"

Oh, and say as my men remind me.

"That will be our last report."

The Lord nods in small pieces.

"Say it. Come on."

"It's a message from that one. I'll tell you. 'I could see the gate open. Thank you' … that's it"

"... that's all...?

When the Lord asked, his men shrugged their shoulders.

"That's all."

The Lord still looks up at his men with a glimmer of anticipation, but his men are cold, then he leaves a word, turning back his heels and trying to leave the room.

"Hey, wait! I... what happens to me!

When the Lord cried out to his men's backs, they looked back at the Lord over their shoulders and put their necks up.

"Come on... aren't you going to be? You know me best."

When his men opened the door, his shadow, still so thick in the dim room, stretched into an ominous shape.

The shadow also disappeared with the sound of the door closing.

The Lord, who was left alone, was stunned for a while, but eventually began to tremble all over his body, wandering.

From somewhere, Pi, sounded like a whistle.

Sir Elmond was quick to fight back when he was attacked by his beloved daughter.

Lord Elmond immediately mobilized the guards of the King's Capital to capture the remaining five members of the Blood Mercenaries lurking in Galentre, based on information from the Almarks brought to him by Ward.

At first, the five did not believe that Gizarte and the others had been defeated by the southern humans, etc., but when they found out it was the truth, it became like a shell to take off.

From the five statements, it was found that the employer was one subordinate nobleman living in the Wang capital.

A guard is immediately dispatched to his building to capture the man.

But the guards who entered the hall realized that the hall was already in a state equal to deserted ruins.

The captain of the guard, who panicked that he had already escaped, orders a thorough search of the building.

In the end, only the Lord was found in one of the halls.

He was desperate with a look of fear, still spanked by the couch.

No one knew where the Lord's family, servants and servants of this Hall had disappeared.

All I asked the five mercenaries was to say that they were only in contact with a young man named Grang of this Lord's men, who had received information and money from him.

The guards listened, but there was no one in the city of Galentore who knew the man named Grang.

In the end, Sir Elmond had no idea that that unnamed subordinate nobleman would target his daughter's life until he hired a northern mercenary.

Later on, the Almarks heard from Ward, very briefly, only the back end of it.

The winter mansion was no longer in a very visiting situation, so Almark and Morgen left the mansion to go back to college, but were strongly retained by Wendy and Ward.

Both of them, to be honest, had resistance to say goodbye as it were to Wendy, who was in strong shock.

"You don't have to be a customer."

To Morgen's words, Almark nods.

"You're right, Morgen. Today's a good day."

"Sort of."

The two decided to stay for a while, provided they did not treat themselves as guests and were allowed to help with the mansion's work.