Five Almarks were gathered around the lost red-haired boy when Illmis and Phea appeared with a glimmer of wind.
"I felt the power of darkness. It wasn't that strong."
That's what Irmis says, and he sees the faces of the Almarks.
Are you hurt?
"Yes, we are."
Almark nods.
"It's just that he..."
"Radmar Trayholm."
Illmis frowns.
Put your hands on that body and make an increasingly rugged face.
"What happened?"
When Radmar opened his eyes, Almark and Morgen, standing beside a small black box placed on the ground, were just about to be questioned by Irmis.
Wendy is being talked to by Fia a a little further away, and the two sophomores look troubled standing about between them.
Nobody realizes Radmar woke up.
"Your story gets no guidelines at all."
Ilmis shook his head with a sinister face.
"Almark. Say it again."
"Yes."
Almark nods with a strange face.
"I was walking down the road and Radmar suddenly stumbled into this box. Then the darkness overflows from the box."
"That's right. So Radmar was possessed by the darkness."
"Morgen. Your story's still good."
Ill miss blocks it.
"Almark. Earlier, Wendy told Dr. Fier that the lead Morgen had stumbled into the box."
"Eh."
Almark looks in trouble.
"I guess so, Morgen"
"If you'd told me that, I might have been the one who stumbled on you."
Morgen nods.
"Morgen."
On the rugged face of Illmis, Morgen blues his face and nags.
"I think it was me..."
Radmar also found out from the story that the Almarks were apparently sheltering themselves and lying to me.
Though nearly taken in by the darkness, Radmar also had some earlier memories.
What did I do and what did I mouth run?
I knew more or less that.
A small box that I opened because I was told it was my true power.
I can tell now that there is no such thing as my own power.
But the moment I opened that box, Radmar's heart became like a fever.
Deep, dark fanaticism.
The lump of darkness that popped up looked like a crystal of my pride.
Look at my power.
Look. Look.
Look at that!
That filled my head.
And then Almark told me something.
At that time, I remember being very confused.
Almark was talking about something with a desperate look.
Since coming to this college, Radmar has never been spoken to so seriously by anyone.
That, I wonder what he was saying.
I felt my heart move so much, Radmar didn't really remember what they said.
But sometimes I remember it clearly.
That I shouted, "I'll kill you."
And that you actually tried to kill Almark with the power of darkness.
Anyway, only this guy has to be killed.
I don't know why, but I strongly thought so.
And that Almark tried to kill himself, too.
A sword of tremendous speed swung down his neck.
Almark had a soothing look at that time.
Is it something that can give such a look to a child who is only one thing different from himself?
I actually saw it, and I can't believe it.
The more I thought so, the more heterogeneous the look.
If it hadn't been taken in by the darkness, Radmar would have lost his hips.
I might have lost my mind as it was.
But because of the power of darkness, the opposite was clearly visible.
What was further behind that horrible look.
When I think of it, Radmar feels so hard to describe.
What a sad eye he had then.
Are people capable of killing people with such sad eyes?
What the hell has this guy gotten over by the time he got here?
How long have you seen things I can't imagine? [M]
I thought so.
In front of me, Almark and Morgen still continue to play poorly.
Watching it, Radmar understands.
I'm weak.
I thought I had to admit that.
The reality that has been distracting me so far.
But I found myself unable to escape anymore.
Almark makes another bad excuse.
Ill Miss's face gets more and more rugged.
I'm weak.
I don't know about talent.
There is no such thing as "true power".
Again, when I told myself that, my chest hurt like it hurt.
I felt my mother's face in my heart turn away again.
But I thought I had to start there.
I'm weak.
Now I can clearly tell.
Because I was shown my true strength differently in front of me.
Because I can't have that strength no matter what I do now.
I can't be proud of Volcado.
Radmar thought in pain.
I can't be in this college anymore.
But if I want to change, will I get it someday?
Such strength.
Such a companion.
Radmar closed his eyes again.
"If you're going to lie, you need to keep your mouth shut in advance"
That's what I was called from behind, and Almark's voice, who turned around, played.
"Radmar! You're awake"
"I'm already awake. Long time ago."
When Radmar said so and stood up, he turned to his stern facial ilmis.
"Doctor."
Radmar said.
"As the teacher guessed."
"Radmar"
Illmis takes control of Almark with his hands trying to pinch his mouth in a hurry.
Talk to me.
"Yes."
Radmar nods.
"I used the power of that box to attack the third graders, who were sheltering me and lying to me."
Morgen looks up to heaven in his words.
"You took the darkness into your body."
Ilmis touches Radmar's shoulder.
"Once in the body, the darkness won't come out so easily."
"Yes."
Radmar nodded.
"I'm ready"
"Is it made, to you?"
Illmis' gaze sharpens.
Radmar got annoyed without being able to take it, but still said in a firm tone.
"I tried to kill Almark with the power of darkness. That's an indelible fact. Any punishment."
"I'm fine."
I pinch my mouth without being comfortable with Almark.
"Doctor, I don't care."
"Radmar Trayholm"
Whatever Almark said, Irmis told Radmar.
"I'll get punished"
"Yes."
Radmar replied naggingly.
With this college, this is goodbye.
"But first, more than that."
Ilmiss's voice went low.
"Radmar, you can't talk like that right away if you're about to be taken in by the darkness."
"Eh."
Radmar gives a face to unexpected words.
"That's your talent move."
With a bitter face, Irmis told Radmar with a surprised face.
"That's what you wasted your time on. With all that power."
Radmar's heart moved deliberately.
"You have to have some medicinal water. Every day."
said Irmis.
"Sooner or later the Dean of the College will decide on the disposition. But until then, come to me every day after school."
Irmis' face seemed sincerely uncomfortable.
"Know it's a sin not to sharpen your talents as much as you do."
"My talent."
Radmar shrugs.
"I can't believe I'm talented."
"I'm not in this college, such as someone who doesn't have talent"
Illmis ran out of words clearly.
"Only those who sharpen their talents and those who don't"
To Irmis' words, Radmar lost all his body power and was about to collapse from his knees.
"Think about why you're here."
says Irmis.
"You have talent. So here I am."
You have talent. [M]
I wanted someone to say that.
Ever.
Words I was telling myself because I couldn't wait to say them to someone and still nobody would say them.
That was in front of me now trying to give up.
"You have talent. You're the only talent I have."
The voice of Illmis echoes in Radmar's chest as if it were a revelation.
"But don't forget. Not worth anything, such as an unpolished talent. It's you now, Radmar."
"Yes."
I got a surprisingly honest reply.
Ever since I came to this college, I've decided to cry no matter how hard it is.
Crying is about admitting defeat.
That's what I thought.
Not good.
I thought so, but I couldn't stop crying anymore.
I made a pitiful noise from the back of my throat and my whimper leaked.
Radmar cried for the first time since coming to college.
Soon Wendy, who had come nearby, took Almark's shoulder.
"There's no point in an unpolished talent"
That's what I say, laugh mischievously and look at Almark.
"That was Dr. Illmis' word."
"Yes."
Almark smiles and shrugs his shoulders.
"My words are always the words of someone I respect."
"But it sounds like your word"
That's what Wendy said and laughed.
"That's amazing."