"No."
Ilmis shook his head lightly.
"Your magic mastery is urgent. Not just because of the imminent trap of darkness. Because if you get a piece of magic by the end of the elementary school, you won't be able to advance to the middle school. Even though we have a magic festival, we are not allowed to take time off from remedial studies"
"... Yes"
Almark nodded.
Sure, what Irmis said was an honest argument that didn't make any noise, and as for Almark, I had to nod.
The teacher is right.
Almark scolds himself for what I'm doing here.
Have you come all the way to the end of this south to be an actor? It won't be.
Aren't you going to be a fine magician as soon as possible and head back north in dignity?
I've tried to tell you that, but Wendy's face still smiles, and Nelson's face stretches through her head.
Not this one.
Almark shakes his head.
Concentrate. Concentrate.
If we don't focus on the magic in front of us, we'll make another irrevocable mistake.
Almark looks harsh and tries to get rid of clutter.
"Though"
Irmis accidentally said, so Almark sees Irmis' face.
"I have another student to see"
That's what Irmis said, showing the interwall behind Almark with his jaw.
There, it was Radmar sitting with his eyes closed with a bright blue face.
"You look pale today"
When Almark says, Illmis snorts bitterly.
"Dark-paying potion water is one of the most bitter of a few potions. Still, well, I can drink about the tip of my pinky finger. At first, I just licked it and lost my mind."
"I know how you feel."
Almark nods.
What Radmar drinks is medicinal water that tastes even worse than what Almark drank during the martial arts tournament.
From what I've heard, the dean said you can stay in the college when you can drink out every vial of this, the college director said.
I don't know how long the deadline is, but it looks long ahead.
Radmar, who is challenging that horrible trial, is now in the middle of a meditation on the basis of nausea.
"He's highly resistant to darkness"
Irmis whispered.
"But it's a high degree of affinity with darkness and a piece of paper. We must lead him well."
"Yes."
Almark nods.
"But I think he can do it"
"What are the grounds for that?"
"Somehow."
Almark laughed.
"Can't you do that?"
"No, there's nothing left."
Ilmis sighed.
"Anyway, he takes a hand. I can't afford to take a closer look at you either."
"Eh."
When Almark saw Ilmiss' face, Ilmiss loosened his licence slightly.
"Between now and then, your remedial work will be completed by the end of Radmar's meditation. After I've finished meditating, I'll be anxious to teach him. You go home and study for yourself."
I see what Irmis is trying to say, and Almark makes his eyes shine.
"Thank you, Doctor"
"I'm not thankful."
Ilmis glanced at him.
"Maximize your concentration in a short time. If you can't do that, no matter how much time you spend prepping, the sorcery festival won't end well."
"Yes."
Almark nodded, and now it's time to shake off the clutter.
"All right. Let's get there."
Ilmis slapped his hand.
Almark unconcentrates and drops the pebble he was floating on the floor.
"Compared to the first, I got a lot more concentration"
"Thank you"
Almark wipes the sweat off his forehead.
When Illmis picks up the pebble, he hands it to Almark.
"All I have to do is see Radmar. You clean this up, you go where you need to go."
"Yes."
Almark nods.
When I put the pebble in the wall box and then went back, Illmis asked Almark.
"Are you in the play, too?"
"Yes. Everyone will leave except Curimet in the script"
"All"
Ilmis opens his eyes.
"Then we have to devise a way to keep the people watching from getting confused. It's hard to look down on the stage without knowing who it is."
There's a strange sense of reality in that word, and Almark blows it out unexpectedly.
"Is this a teacher's experience?"
"No."
Ilmis shook his head.
"The play in my class when I was in elementary school was a great success. You know, a guy named Reinull who said you met him too."
Almark's face is frightened when he hears that name.
He became a court magician in the Kingdom of Galais and was seen as Teng himself with a serpent curse on Almark's right hand.
Speaking of which, Reinull was a former classmate of Ill Miss.
Illmis only continues to calm down.
"He played the nobleman, and I played the squire. He acted exceptionally well as a loathsome aristocrat and his guests were greatly received"
"My teacher sent a squire."
Almark rounds his eyes.
"I can't really imagine that"
"It's about my childhood."
Illmis said so and laughed lightly.
"Let's say I look forward to your play too."
"Yes."
Almark smiles.
"Be sure to check it out"
"What's your role?"
"It's the role of the cursed swordsman."
Ilmis frowns at the answer.
"That's not calm. But I also feel like I could call you a good character."
"I wrote the script. The culimes are amazing. We're all in the right place."
"Right. Curimet."
Illmis nodded.
"She has an observational eye of nature. Without saying anything extra, I discern the essence in the end"
"Yes, I agree."
"Then all you have to do is make the most of the script."
Illmis smiled and slapped Almark on the shoulder.
"Come on, let's go."
"Yes."
Almark bowed his head.
"Radmar. That's it for meditation."
Irmis calls out to me, Radmar opens his eyes and cursorily rises.
"Are you tired of meditation to this extent? You're about to build on your basic health."
With Irmis' shuddered voice on his back, Almark followed the magic practice field for a small run.