Finish your morning class and have lunch in the dining room.
Almark had lunch, as usual, colluding at the same table as Morgen and Nelson.
Reido remains taken away by Torque as "it's an operational meeting".
"But Curimet's script was awesome"
Nelson doesn't hide his excitement.
"I wonder if Dad can come to this year's magic festival. I want you to see me play knight."
"Why don't you write me a letter?"
says Almark.
"The Principality of Mikes is next to Galais, so we'll be there in time for the Magic Festival"
"Sort of."
Nelson makes a thought face.
"But Dad has a job to do, too. If you don't tell me you like the knight you serve, I don't think I can make it."
"My son will be a knight, so if you say I'm coming, you'll forgive me."
To Almark's words, Morgen blows out.
"Sure. You didn't lie."
"Oops. That might be good, that"
Nelson laughs.
"Why don't you write it under No?"
"Father, you might surprise me. My son became a knight, and he even made a lovely wife."
When Morgen says, Nelson coughs up big.
"Hey, what are you talking about, Morgen?"
"Huh? 'Cause the script, it was, wasn't it?
Nelson nods hastily at Morgen.
"Oh, the script? Oh, yeah, yeah. That's what happened to the script."
"Dad."
Almark looked out the window of the dining room.
Well sunny skies.
The dining room where the sun plunges in is twitchy and warm, even though winter is close.
North, it'll be winter all the time.
The land of the north, where all the creatures lurk their breath in the cold, and still no battle.
Where is the Black Wolf Cavalry fighting now, Father?
"I want my father to see it, too. Where I use magic."
To Almark's whining, Nelson and Morgen face to face.
"I can show you, one day"
Morgen said.
"Being a leading magician doesn't hinder distance."
"Yes, you are."
Nelson nods too.
"Fly alone in the wind."
"Thank you. Right."
Almark smiled.
Even to Almark, I know it's not really that simple.
To fly away, the north is too far.
But I was glad the two of you were trying to cheer yourself up.
Until the end, Leido finished his meal without returning, and Almark was called from behind as he tried to clear the dishes and return to the classroom.
"My body is impervious. Apparently he's still alive."
It was Ain who was laughing behind my back.
"Hey, Ain"
"We had a tough time hunting herbs, didn't we?"
Saying so, Ain lines up next to Almark.
"Yeah, that's the example"
That's what Almark answers and laughs bitterly.
"Oh. I thought you would"
Ain pulls a smile in and nods.
"Night forest is a place to dress up to set a trap. It's easier to do than a library."
To the word, Almark nods and gives his consent.
"Yeah, and this time it was a big deal"
That said, I'll briefly talk about fighting darkness in the woods.
Ain't done listening, laughing fun.
"What's next for Eldain, Borapa? You feel like you're turning a dark demon textbook. I don't want to fight, but I wanted to watch it for the rest of school."
"It's not funny. Me, Wendy, and Morgen are dying."
That's what Almark says and puts on his face.
"When I fought with you, I was a soul, so I could fight without worrying about my injuries, but this time it was biological. I've been through a lot."
"Right. That's a valuable experience."
Ein's thoughts are still somewhere different from those of the other students.
"You must speak to me next time, too. I'm more confident that it'll help than last time."
After saying that, Ain added as he remembered.
"Speaking of which, three groups of people were blurry. The demons in the woods are putting off herb hunting."
"Oh, well. The three groups were supposed to do their internships before the next holiday."
Almark nods.
"You've done bad things to Coren and the others."
"It won't be your fault. Demons sprung up on their own."
Ain laughs.
"Well, the three groups have more militants than the two of you. If the demons come out, they'll be very happy."
"Oh, speaking of which, yes."
Almark reminds me of three sets of faces.
Coren. Polois. Rosfilia in Eston.
Sure, they're all scared as much as demons come out.
"It's just that postponing it too much weakens the drug effect of the herb. That's the hard part."
Almark nods at Ain's words.
"Right. It could be tough around Irivinotalhogsa until the day before the next holiday"
"Well, I can't help it. We'll have to change the potion we make then."
After Ain said that, it changed the subject.
"Are the two groups preparing for the sorcery festival?"
"Oh. I'm just getting started."
After nodding, Almark looks at Ain and laughs.
"Could it be information gathering?"
"Sort of."
Ain't no worse.
"I'm late for the martial arts tournament. Not at the magic festival."
"I don't know that area yet."
Almark is just the right opportunity, so I'll try to bump into Ain's doubts.
"Do magic festivals come in order like martial arts competitions?"
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Ain't nodding.
"Right. You don't know anything, do you? Let me explain."
Ein explains to Almark as he leaves the dining room side by side.
"During the three days of the sorcery festival, first-year and second-year offerings are performed in the morning on the auditorium stage of the elementary school, and third-year offerings are performed in the afternoon. First year is chorus, second grade is dance. I can't use most decent magic yet, so well this ends in a short time. Instead, they have to play the same act every day for three days. And this afternoon, it's a third-grade play. This will be performed by each class on a daily basis. The first day is a pair of us, and you two are on the second day. And the last day is three pairs."
"Is the play only one time?"
"That's right. So you won't be allowed to fail."
Ain laughs.
"For each grade, students and visitors vote for a class that was good. The winner of the class with the most votes."
"Wait a minute, please"
Almark accidentally pinches his mouth.
"That depends a lot on the number of visitors that day."
"Exactly"
Ain't nodding.
"By the way, usually the most visitors are on the first day. The third day is next."
"Is the second day the least?"
When Almark says a little dissatisfied, Ain laughs and nods.
"Well it would be unfavourable when it comes to disadvantage. But it seems there are some examples of two sets of plays winning, and that doesn't mean you'll never win. It'll be just the right hand for you guys winning the martial arts tournament."
"Hmm."
Almark roars.
Unlike a martial arts tournament, it doesn't mean you definitely want to win, but that, as such, seems pretty tough to win.
"By the way, what kind of play are you playing?"
There was a loud noise from across the hallway when Ain was about to say it.
"Ain't! Hey, Ain't. Come here for a second. Come on, come on!"
"Shut up."
Ain flaunts his face.
"Ficke's always fine."
When Almark laughs, Ein shakes his head with a face like he chewed up a bitter bug.
"Just shut up"
"Ain't it, Ain't it! Hey. Is that it? Can you hear me?"
"Go and do it quickly."
As Almark laughed, Ain sighed grandly.
Let me hear it again next time.
Then slowly and deliberately, he walks away towards Ficke.
Dropping off that back, Almark went back to class.