Almark's body continues to walk against his will, one by one away from the dorm.
How far will they walk?
Today is a martial arts tournament. Guards stand on the road.
It's impossible to leave the college unnoticed.
And a man stopped his leg in a bush off the road.
"There's too much security today. Exactly because I stand out. They're supposed to pick me up ahead. Stay hidden in this bush."
But against the man's orders, Almark's movement stops perfectly.
"Whoa."
The man looked at Almark with joy.
"Did you still have the magic to resist? Fine, fine."
When the wand is waved, Almark's movement resumes.
"It's a terrible amount of magic, though. I can also snort that a copper coin has been hit."
Almark was almost unconscious and his body was being moved.
It could have been called the last resistance that stopped the movement earlier.
When I was about to be sat down in the bush, I saw someone's shadow in my faded vision.
"Welcome… is it too soon?"
The man slowly puts up his cane.
I'm going to kill you.
Almark thought.
Is it the guard of the guard who came around on the patrol?
Run for it.
I want to scream like that, but I can't even speak.
But what I see, it's not the guard.
Dark blue robe.
Isn't that a college uniform?
Almark despaired.
Please. Keep going too far without realizing it.
But contrary to what Almark thinks, that dark blue robe comes straight this way.
"No."
Exactly in that foothold a man leaks a groan of suspicion.
"Coming this way"
The man groans that he has no choice.
"Do I have to end this?"
Behind words, the tone is really fun.
No.
Don't come.
Almark desperately tries to move his mouth, but there are no words.
A dark blue robe approaches.
The way you walk, it doesn't seem painful anywhere.
and the student inadvertently unleashed a tremendous amount of magic.
Enormous enough magic to be clearly seen by the hazy Almark.
That too, this magic.
"What is this?"
A man spoke for Almark's feelings.
"What an evil magic."
What was unleashed from the student was a disastrous magic that made the Dark Families wonder too.
As it is, the student comes to the front of the bush where the two are, and stops.
The man who saw the face raised a voice of surprise.
"You are."
Almark also saw the face.
Its face is distorted by bitterness, but its neat face is indisputable.
Wallis.
Wallis looked at the man, unleashing the magic of darkness.
A man slips into it and takes a step back.
"You are."
Wallis said.
A low, intimidating voice that I can't imagine from my usual tone.
"Who did you mistake for? That's unpleasant."
With that said, I reach out to the man unconstitutionally.
A man feels something and tries to stick out his wand.
But faster than that, a black indeterminate mass, like the one embodying Wallis' dark magic, clung to the man's wand.
"He's not the kind of person you can kill yet."
Wallis said.
"At least someone like you."
In the black mass, there is the sound of the buckwheat and the crushing of the wand.
A man raised his voice.
At that moment, Almark's body is untied, and Almark nods on the spot.
"Listen carefully. It won't be your toy."
In an angry tone, Wallis said.
But the body is trembling.
"Damn. Close."
Throw it away, Wallis moved the darkness. Darkness hangs over the body of a man who tries to turn himself away.
Eat.
After Wallis' short order, a man's scream sounded.
and accidentally disappeared so that darkness could be dispelled.
Wallis kneels slowly.
My face is distorted.
"Damn. Too close. If your body moves a little bit more."
"Wallis."
Almark called.
"Are you okay?"
"Don't be taken away. And that."
Wallis points to Almark's stick.
And your life, too.
In an unusual tone, telling him to order so, Wallis fell.
"Wallis."
I don't even respond to Almark's call. Have you lost consciousness?
"Kaaaah."
I heard a scream.
A man who had his right arm eaten off stood still.
I have my left hand over my right arm wound. The wound is clogged.
"I screwed up. But that's all I care about."
A man turns back to Almark.
Almark stood up.
Can you do it?
Wallis said oh, but in the present body, is this stick, or life? I'm going to lose one of them.
Get ready.
The resolute decisiveness of father concessions.
Only beyond choice, there is hope.
Almark tried to put his last force in his right hand, that was then.
The wind blew.
With the wind, in front of Almark, stands the back of a grey robe.
Just looking at that back, Almark almost collapsed out of his peace of mind.
"Dr. Illmis."
Illmis was so angry that he could even feel it from his back.
"You got your hands on my students."
said Irmis.
To the emergence of a new enemy, a man moves his left hand.
"Be careful, Doctor. He is."
"You used that filthy magic on my students."
Irmis doesn't care what Almark says, he walks over to the man.
The man realizes that his activated magic does not reveal an effect, and gives him a stunned look.
"What makes you use it? What did you try to gain with that degree of magic?"
Ilmis points his wand at a man. Its tip glows pale.
"But I have no in-laws to show you true magic. That's enough for you."
A man still moved his hand to use some magic, that moment.
Illmis steps in.
A blow to the chest.
Illmis' wand had pierced the man's chest and reached his back.
It's a martial arts tournament today.
That, even from Almark's point of view, was enough poking to keep an eye on.
A man makes a voiceless scream, and his body, with smoke, disappears.
All that's left is one silver coin.
"Hmm."
Illmis waved his wand and paid off his filth before rushing over to Almark.
"Almark, hold on. Block the wound now."
"Doctor."
Almark gave a weak smile.
"You lied. He said he didn't like martial arts."
"I've just said too much about winning three individual fights in a row"
Graciously laying his hands on Almark's wound, Illmis answered without even grinning.
"The only time I won was in my last year"