"Oh, that stick......"
Almark looked out.
During my summer vacation, the stick I got from Maia.
"What the hell is this stick?"
With that said, Almark grips the stick with his right hand.
Again, I get used to it firmly in my hands.
"Maia just happened to give me a stick."
"It just so happens that it was important."
says Yologue.
"It can also be called destiny"
"Eh."
"Fate."
Yologue said it again with all his might.
"The stick, by chance or coincidence, is never someone's property."
"What do you mean"
Almark asks.
Unexpectedly, I learn the illusion that the stick in my hand has gained weight.
"You were chosen as the owner of the stick."
The Eurolog declared it redoubtedly.
"The official name of that stick is Malus' wand. It's a magic apparatus close to a legend that's been around for a long time."
"This stick."
Almark sees the stick in his hand.
Nothing weird about appearance, just a sturdy looking stick.
"Malus' wand grows with its owner"
says Yologue.
"Depending on the owner, it can be a magician's wand, and it can be a striking weapon, like when you defeat your enemies in the dorm. Draw the will of the owner and exert the right force for it. It's up to you. It's a wand that can be anything."
"Be anything, wand"
"Yes."
When Yolog nodded, Illmis frowned and glanced at the face.
Almark does not hide his confusion and asks the Eurolog.
"Why was I chosen?"
"I don't know that either."
Yolog shakes his head.
"Something in you must have resonated with this wand."
"Resonance… is it"
This, it feels familiar to your hands like a used long sword.
Will this be called resonance?
Can such a simple thing get you a legendary magic fixture?
Are you lucky or bad?
But Yolog goes on.
"Once the forces of darkness get that wand, the wand will be able to freely amplify the forces of darkness. It means catastrophe, it doesn't have to be called catastrophe."
"Dark Forces"
Almark sees the face of the yolog.
"I'm not sure about that. I know they're kind of bad guys."
"You in the Dark Abyss."
said Yologue.
"One of the 16 smaller things that preside over the events of this world, the family of the monarch who rules the dark abyss"
"Little 16"
That was the first word I heard in Fia's class I came to this college.
The great 4 that made this world, and the mid 8 that filled it in between, and the small 16 that derived from it.
"It is a far higher dimension of existence equal to a being called God, even if it is small, but not comparable to us humans, etc. Home of darkness, monarch of the dark abyss. Those who believe in it are the forces of darkness."
Suddenly they tell a terribly big story, and Almark is confused.
"Uh, does that mean that this stick that I had is being targeted by the forces of darkness that will bring you to that dark abyss?"
"Yes."
Yolog nods.
"They cannot put their hands on the wand more than the owner of Mars's wand has ordained with you. That's why I prepared a copper coin magician to try to override the memory of the wand in exchange for its immense magic. I tried to override the owner."
Almark remembers a copper coin magician who was instilling magic in this stick in his room.
Speaking of which, the silver coin mage also said he wouldn't touch this stick himself.
"But they also found out that you were the owner of this wand. So the next thing you want is your life."
"My life."
Almark repeats.
"So what do I do?"
To Almark's inquiry, Yologue turns a stern face.
"Almark. It's a harsh story for you, but more than you've been chosen as the owner of that wand, it's inevitable that trials will continue to strike you."
That's what I say, I turn my attention to the Mars wand that Almark has.
"So you must be strong with that wand. Trials may be a hidden trap inside this college. It could be a new threat coming from the outside. Either way, with your wand, you have to face the trials and gain unbeatable power over the forces of darkness."
Of course, adds Yologue.
"We don't spare any assistance we can either. Don't let the worst danger come to you..."
"You can be strong."
Almark blocked the words of the yolog.
Yolog sees Almark's face.
"If you go through the trials with this Mars wand, I can be strong."
"Oh, yeah. You and your wand will grow."
"Good for you."
Almark smiled.
In my battle with Eldain, I almost hurt my weakness again.
Waving the sword and manipulating magic could not satisfactorily defeat one Dark Warcraft.
When he saw Wendy's tears after he woke up, Almark was remembering once again the promise he had made with Ward, the deacon of the Bar Herb family at the winter mansion.
I'm weak.
Power, wisdom, everything is missing from me.
I want to be strong.
Almark told Yologue.
"Quickly. As soon as you can"
Well, the yolog responds.
"Why is that?"
"There's someone I want to protect."
To Almark's answer, Yologue looked punctuated by the void.
"Someone you want to protect?
"Yes. I have someone I want to protect. I promised to protect him. Quickly, I want to gain as much power as I can to protect that person"
Trust I received from Ward.
Even though he found out he was the son of a northern mercenary, he still entrusted me with his most important thing.
Trust in me.
To betray it is to stop being the son of a northern mercenary.
I will return the favor I received.
Shameless self to the gods of heaven.
That's why the mercenaries say it every time.
And the gods of heaven, illuminate.
Protect Wendy.
The meaning put into that word.
When he uttered the word, there were emotions in Almark that boiled harder than he promised Ward, but he dared to pretend not to notice it.
Almark looked straight into Yolog's eyes and ran out.
"I am accustomed to danger to my life. So if the trials come from the other side, I've never crossed them. You're welcome to try to make me stronger. If I can be strong, I don't care how many times I'm dying."
Yologue nodded silently, staring at Almark's face for a while before groaning bitterly.
"Many times you surprise me. In front of you, the word fate sounds cliché."
Yolog told Almark that he did not know who the mysterious girl was, and that he could not be certain that this and the previous case were by the court magician Reinul.
"At any rate, the opponent is a magician with a prince. There is no evidence or anything. that requires prudence"
To the words of the yologue, the ilmis beside him is silent with an ideological face.
"But you have to be very careful. If you find anything suspicious in college, you don't want to deal with it alone, like this one. Be sure to report it to your teacher."
"Okay."
Almark nodded.
Anyway, I can't risk my classmates like Ficke and Ain this time.
"I'll leave Mars's wand with you again. A wand that grows with you. [M] I've got a new, strong defensive technique here, so things like this shouldn't happen again."
"Thank you"
Almark re-grips the wand again.
Malus' wand.
Legendary magic equipment.
A wand that grows in any way depending on me.
"I haven't taught you how to handle a cane yet."
Say as Illmis sees through Almark's mind.
"Until I teach, don't use magic through Marus's wand"
"I know, sir"
Almark nodded in panic.
Then again, I saw the wand.
With this wand, you become stronger.
Be strong and protect Wendy.
That should also lead you to become the fine magician your father wanted.
Dean's office after Almark left.
In a completely darkened room, with no lamp lights, Yolog and Illmis were silent for a while and delayed in their respective thoughts.
Eventually, the silence was broken and Illmis opened his mouth.
"I understand you have some thoughts for the Dean of the Academy, but I'm going to ask you."
I know you're trying not to be conscious and emotional, but I can't hide that you're really going to have a blamed tone.
"I don't mind."
The yologs nod and encourage them to continue.
Ilmis took a breath and hit the dean of the academy with his doubts.
"Why don't you tell Almark the truth?"
To the words, Yologue sees a glimmer of illusion.
"Truth."
"Yes."
Illmis nods.
"You told Almark. Malus' wand is a wand that can be anything. That explanation is too one-sided."
Ilmis shakes his head.
"Why don't you tell them properly. The essence of the Malus wand is not in such a place, and that is"
"It's not that time of year yet."
The yologs blocked the words of Illmis.
"He's strong. He's a very strong kid, but he still has things he can and can't carry."
Yolog groans as he breaks his finger.
"Pride. Courage. Fellow. Bond. Love. Thank you. Oath.... strength is not enough to face the darkness. He still needs time, too."
Then, he looks soft-faced and sees Ill Miss.
"Thanks to you, the children are heading in the right direction. Thank you, Dr. Illmis."
"... no"
"I can tell for myself. I don't know how to die."
Yolog shook his head after a self-derisive grin.
"Still, you can't tell him. The fact that Malus' wand is the“ key ”that opens the gate."