Almark ran.
The landscape around me flows like a flying.
Since when does it run at all costs?
I even made a serious run for it when Eldo was exposed to Jarranon, but I didn't dare to give it all away, thinking I shouldn't pull too much torque following him from behind.
Almark was now walking all the way to the dorm without hesitation.
At that much speed, the guard of the guard standing on the way round his eyes.
To the dorm.
That girl's sad scream was impulsing Almark.
Before it's too late.
I don't know what will be too late.
But when I heard the girl scream, it did boil down in Almark's heart and in his impatience that he was now about to mourn something uninterrupted and big.
I couldn't help but run out.
Not so much, I reached the dorm.
The dorm looked as usual. No noise, no sign of people.
That's right. They're all paying for the martial arts tournament.
Inside.
Taking a glimpse and seeing nothing unusual about his appearance, Almark rushes into the dorm.
I feel slight.
Almark smelled that smell the minute he walked into the dorm hallway.
Rotten odor.
From where?
Judge immediately.
Up there.
Almark runs up the stairs.
Like outside, there's no one in the dorm. In a quiet dorm, only the sound of running up Almark's stairs echoes.
Third floor hallway.
The source of the rotten odor is close.
This, probably.
... it's my room.
Instinctively Almark felt it.
Run down the hallway.
The closer you get, the stronger the odor becomes.
Bad, smelling of darkness.
Almark opened his own door.
Open your eyes.
A man wearing a black robe stood with his back to Almark.
Wear the hood softly, I don't even know if it's a man or a woman.
Even over the robe, it should be noted that the magic seeping out of its entire body was telling the story of the person being a powerful magician.
A disastrous magic emanates from an oddly shaped wand held in his hand, directed at a point in Almark's room.
Almark didn't do anything.
I kicked the person's back, trying to turn around.
"Ha."
The voice of a man.
A good man still turns to Almark.
The wand sticks out.
Look, when you deal with a magician.
My father's voice comes back.
Finish with one breath without a voice.
Before any magic could be activated from the wand, Almark was jumping into its pocket.
Strike the hard gripped right fist into its face.
The hood only makes the other person's face dew.
Wrinkle-filled, lifeless face. Bright white hair. Rotten smell.
A man I've never seen.
Either way, it's the enemy.
Making the pitiful decision to raise a mercenary, Almark punches another blow into its face.
Where a man glances, he puts a kick in his head.
A man kicked up to the wall squatted, ghoulishly.
Almark saw where the man's wand was infused with magic.
There's a long sword, arguably Almark's partner.
Then, Maia gave it to me at the end of my vacation, a stick of wood.
That's all.
Once again, Almark glanced at the squatting man.
Take away the wand and seal your movements?
That's when I thought so.
I told you to take a breath.
I thought my father told me.
Almark's body had stopped moving like a stone.
A man laughs at his face crooked without even making a voice. Blood drips from its mouth.
When did they use magic?
I didn't even show you such a bare gesture.
At that time, from behind Almark, I heard footsteps.
From the hallway, another man in the black robe slowly appeared.
I guess. Was there another one in the hallway?
There was no sign of that.
Almark turned his barely moving eyes to you desperately.
Black robe, oddly shaped cane.
It was this man's magic that sealed Almark's movements.
The man wasn't wearing a hood.
Wrinkle-filled, lifeless face.
He had the exact same face as a man squatting in front of him.