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

The drum sounds from afar.

Has the battle begun somewhere?

The boy shook his head wondering if that was possible.

It was a long time ago that we crossed the Menover Strait.

You've never come across a battlefield before.

Yet when I hear the sound of a drum, I associate the battlefield.

Because the north was a place where every day was like a battlefield.

I took that for granted.

But the boy now understands.

That's a festival.

The boy looks far down the road.

By a clear pond that reflects and glows the light of the sun.

I see a busy square there.

A large group of adults are gathered together.

Running around it, kids about the same age as boys.

A peaceful sight that was never seen in the north.

The boy glances into the sky.

The day is still high.

But it's been days since I kept walking down unpopular roads off the big streets.

All right. Today, let's stay here.

That's what I decided, and the boy quickened his legs.

In the end, the boy thinks as he looks at a clean clear pond as to what was the direct cause of this.

Though I can't even think about it and know it.

When the boy approached the square, a girl running from the other side fell in front of him. Shouldn't I have given you a hand at it?

'Cause you can't possibly tell.

I can't believe the kid hid behind himself and was surrounded by the men who came after him.

I remember saying things like that to the guys, I hate them. Wasn't that right?

'Cause you don't have a choice. Because I could see the girl trembling over her back.

I saw that face ugly and distorted when I paid off the hand of one of the men stretched out abusively. Should I have stopped there?

But by then, the hands of the men, who were already killers, were stretched out of all directions.

My hands and legs came out as they grabbed me. The men were increasingly murderous in unexpected counterattacks.

Somebody said, "Hey, this kid, he's got such a long sword."

Was it a bad idea to pull the sword out there?

'Cause it's inevitable. If I hadn't, they would have caught me.

Seeing the men frightened, the boy took the girl's hand and ran. The girl led the boy in a surprisingly firm tone, turning that way, to the right here.

When the road only became like a beast path, and when he realized it, the boy was out on the other side of the pond.

Adults don't know the way out, the girl said.

The boy was asked from the girl's mouth for the first time there why she was being chased.

The girl was a offering to the Lord of this pond.

Once every few years, a girl of her age is chosen for sacrifice.

The girl has been chosen for it.

Today was a festival to dedicate her.

If the offering runs away and angers the Lord, there will be disaster in the city.

The men of the city who feared it came after the girl.

The boy remembers the ugly, warped faces of the men.

That wasn't anger.

It was a look frightened by fear.

The girl apologized for bothering you.

The boy shook his head, no.

It's good to know that I did a good job.

The word seemed unexpected, and the girl looked at the boy as surprised.

Should I have broken up with the girl there?

You can't do that.

'Cause you can't leave one girl alone.

The boy looked at a clear pond.

Do you want such a sacrifice from the Lord who lives in such a beautiful pond?

To the boy's inquiry, the girl leans down.

I'm not sure either. But that's what the city people said.

The boy asks the girl what the Lord looks like. The girl answers the lack of confidence.

Because I've never seen it either. From what I've heard, he looks like a big snake.

The boy's eyes shine on the words.

The boy's eyes regain power, as the bewildered eyes of earlier lie.

Tell me more.

The girl, bewildered, tells the story to the best of her knowledge as the boy asks.

What the fuck.

After listening, the boy smiled.

I know who he is.

That's what I say and get up.

It's okay. I've hunted with my dads.

The girl looked at the boy with increasing confusion.

A boy a little younger than himself.

Even he's not that tall.

Yet this kid's emitting "okay".

Why does that sound so reliable?

You got a boat?

The boy asks.

I want to get out of the pond.

This time of year, and the girl shakes her head.

Don't go out to the pond. Because the Lord will be angry.

But you have a boat, don't you?

To the boy's words, the girl snorts reluctantly.

There was an old boat by the pond, like it had been abandoned.

Looks like we haven't flooded yet.

The boy waved at the girl who stopped with a worried face and went out to the pond.

When the boy's boat reached the middle of the pond, he also seemed to see it from the square across the shore, a kid earlier, and heard the men making noise.

Stop, go back, he's screaming.

The boy floated a boat in the center of the pond and waited awhile.

Unexpectedly, the water bubbled up.

What made my face was a demon resembling a big snake. But the face is human that. Long hair wet in the water covers the demon's face.

I hear screams coming from the square. hasty footsteps trying to escape.

The demon opened his mouth.

You're a busy man to sacrifice.

The boy didn't mind any of them and pulled out his sword.

Forged metal emits dull light in the light of day.

Are you going to kill me? Is that your answer? Can you do that?

The demon told me to make fun of him, but the boy doesn't answer.

A courageous man. Let me hear your name.

Instead of answers, the boy jumped off the boat.

The distance between the demon and the boat was considerable. But the boy jumped onto the demon's torso without taking it for a thing.

Stick a sword through the demonic torso as thick as the boy's torso without hesitation.

The sword pierced the stiff scales easily.

He twists himself violently as the demon vomits the words of the curse.

The boy kicked the demon's torso and jumped further as he pulled the stabbed sword into a breath.

Ahead of the boy waving his sword, there was a demonic face.

Dye the clear pond water red and the demons sink slowly.

When the boy managed to return to the boat, which was shaking dangerously, he pulled up his body.

As I sat back gasping, I saw eye to eye with the girl earlier.

The girl stood on the surface a little further from the boat.

The boy smiled calmly when he saw the girl.

I've traveled north, so I'm used to being lied to.

said the boy.

You're a lousy liar.

The girl smiles at the words like trouble.

The boy caught a glimpse of the demon sinking to the bottom of the water.

At the bottom of the clear water, I can't see that anymore.

Don't answer his words.

said the boy.

When I answer, it grabs my heart. I can't wait to get scared of him. Like those adults.

The boy turns to the square as he drips potatoes and water from his hair.

The square was quiet as if the hustle and bustle had been a lie until just now.

The girl says nothing and stares at the boy.

The boy looked at the girl again and said.

If only you'd been aware of that, you're not that scared of someone.

The girl walked slowly through the water, as if on the ground, and came to the boy's sight.

The boy smiles, says.

The Lord of the Pond is you.

To the words, the girl nodded as small as she hung.

I'm sorry, lie to me. You looked like someone I could trust, but I just met you and I still couldn't believe it. Besides, I didn't think you were this strong.

The girl slowly disappeared and asked her first name, and the boy answered briefly, Almark.

Thank you, Almark. May there be great joy at the end of your journey.

The girl said that at the end and smiled.

The boy slowly points the boat towards the square.

Could you stay here today?

Now, that was his concern.