The fourth herb, Mikirihanexa, is a troublesome herb that is a snail plant, where the pivotal medicinal leaves grow more or less only on winding trees, etc., in order to rash the skin.
"Wow. There's no more easy picking left."
Morgen speaks up.
Earlier, on my way to this herd, I was mistaken for a group of torques.
Torque, who was leading the way, looked at Almark and laughed.
"That was late. I don't have a lot left."
I left it to say.
As the saying goes, Mikirihanexa, which grew up in a relatively easy place to pick, had already been picked up by other groups.
"I think it's left somewhere."
That's what Morgen says and turns the lamp light up.
Zap and Fita also diligently gaze at the branches of the tree above their heads.
"There can't be. If we were the last, there's no way we'd be gone."
That's what Almark says, inspecting the tree branches from a little further away.
"There's a little bit of growth over there. Shall we go that way?"
Wendy suggests, Almark nods.
"Yeah. Then I'll look over here with Zap. Wendy, look at Radmar and you."
"Okay."
Wendy waves the lamp toward Almark.
"Bye, Radmar. Let's see from the other side."
"Oh."
Radmar unexpectedly and honestly follows Wendy.
Radmar said inadvertently to Wendy, who eagerly looked up at the tree branches away from the Almarks.
"The one called Almark."
"Huh?"
Wendy sees Radmar.
"He's just a civilian."
"What do you mean?
Wendy frowned at Radmar's sudden words.
"So."
Radmar says in a hurry.
"He looks great, but he's noble, he's nothing, he can't be anything if he can't be a magician. He's just a civilian."
"If he's noble or civilian,"
Wendy shakes her head.
"He's a civilian, but he's not just a civilian."
"What?"
Radmar raises his eyebrows.
"What does that mean?"
"He came to this college only six months ago, but he works harder than anyone else here. The sword arms are enormous, but I wouldn't put that on my nose. It takes me more seriously than anyone about my friends."
Wendy smiled with tender eyes, as if there was an Almark there.
"He's not 'just a civilian' or anything. He's a very nice magician."
That's it, he looks down like he's lit himself, and Wendy goes on, and on.
"It's not just Almark. And Morgen, Zap and Fita aren't just civilians."
Wendy looked up and put her eyes back on the tree branches.
"Each one of us is a separate, lovely person. Don't think no one's just a civilian."
"I'm royal."
Radmar says in a hard voice.
"If you were a nobleman too, you'd understand. The royal family is only worthy of its blood muscles. As long as I'm me, that's fine. The people here don't know that."
"I'm noble, too, though."
Wendy says calmly.
"Because Almark told me we were magicians before we said nobles or civilians or anything. That's what I'm going to do. We're the same magicians."
"Again, that's him"
Radmar's voice distorted into hatred.
"Why would you say that? Almark's a nice guy."
Wendy looks at Radmar wonderfully.
"Look at me."
Radmar stares at Wendy with a rugged face.
True emotions were swirling in its eyes.
"I'm royal."
But Wendy shakes her head.
"Sure, maybe you're royal, but you're gonna be a magician, too, right? You were chosen to come to this college, weren't you?
"I... didn't want to come. Here it is."
When Radmar said so, Morgen's bounced voice was heard from the end of the road.
"Almark! Wendy, I found you!
Almark climbs the tree with gloves on and chops off Mikirihanexa on a tree long way off the road, which Morgen found for me.
Zap and Fita cheer for their handiness.
"Four now"
Say it like Morgen is relieved.
"All we have to do is the last anchu masoo"
"Almost there."
Almark nods too.
Radmar, are your feet okay?
That's what I ask, but I'm not expecting a response anymore.
I haven't heard back from you, but from what I've seen, you're still looking pretty good.
"Come on."
That's what I said. Wendy approached Almark gently and whispers in his ear.
"Radmar kind of sees you as a rival"
"Huh? Why?
Almark shall be decent.
"I don't know."
Wendy also shakes her head like she's in trouble.
"But I'm sure he's complicated a lot, too."
Almark saw Radmar.
Radmar doesn't even have a lamp, like he's watching Almark in the dark, like he's not there.
Be careful. The movement of the junior classmates is surprisingly unreadable.
Almark unexpectedly recalls Ein's words.
"Okay. Let's keep an eye on him."
As Almark said, Wendy nodded with an anxious face.
I've had a lot more nights.
It's been a walking stuff.The color of fatigue is just getting darker on the faces of sophomore Zap and Fita.
Wendy suggested we do the flying leg technique, but the two insisted that we walk on our own because we're almost there.
"Let's respect that feeling"
When Almark says that and slaps him on the shoulder, Wendy also nods and puts on a cloth of flying foot technique.
It was a while after I started walking.
Radmar turned around unexpectedly.
"Almark."
That's what they call him, and Almark is confused for a moment.
It was the first time Radmar had spoken to anyone but Wendy since entering the woods.
"Ah, oh. What?"
"Give me my stuff."
Radmar says so and reaches out.
"Oh, luggage. Fine."
Almark had always carried Radmar's luggage instead.
Both the water and Radmar had almost drank up Almark's spare brought by himself, and from next on he was going to give Almark his share.
"Water again? Then take mine."
"No. I want my stuff."
Though suddenly perplexed by Radmar, who answers that honestly, Almark hands over his stuff.
"I don't know, maybe even a snack will come out"
That's what Morgen says and stops his leg.
"No, I'm not. Better stuff."
Radmar also answers honestly to Morgen.
Look at Almark as relieved by that attitude that Wendy suddenly softened.
Suddenly, what kind of blow?
Almark also looks at Wendy and snaps his neck.
"To show you my true power."
Radmar snagged his bag, saying so, and took out the little box.
Black, small box of metal.
It's big enough to fit perfectly into Radmar's one hand.
When Radmar put his hand on that lid, Almark's right hand moved deliberately.
"Wait. Radmar, what's that?"
Almark gives a sharp voice and Wendy and Morgen make themselves much harder.
"Wendy, even if you look at this, do you think it's nicer to just be a civilian there than I am"
Saying, Radmar opened the box.
Almark's right hand reacts to it for a moment.
Drifting the moment you open the box, rotten odor.
Damn. In here.
Almark reaches for the sword pattern reflexively.
Something black popped out of the box.