Almark waves a long sword, and the demons sink into the sea of blood in an instant.
Calm behavior in front of the Dark Demon Borapa.
A slightly disturbed tone since being cornered.
A serene sword move that separated its constant man, who severed Borapa's double head under one sword.
Wendy was in the woods at night, watching Almark fight, convinced.
It's this guy.
Summer vacation.
In the winter mansion, when attacked by mercenaries from the north.
The guards outside were mostly killed, but none of the servants in the mansion were killed.
Ward, the butler, said that the guards had defeated the mercenaries at the expense of their lives.
Although.
Not so different from myself, that little back.
Wendy figured it out when she saw him defeat the demon with an unstoppable sword technique, as if he were different from normal, serene.
Me.
The servants of the mansion.
It was this guy who saved me.
It was this man who slaughtered those mercenaries in the north, brutal and inflexible.
Wendy didn't know why Almark was hiding that from herself.
Why did Ward lie to himself?
There would of course have been a reason to make the treatment of the families of the dead guards a little better.
But Ward used to tell me the truth softly, apart from those apparent reasons.
Ma'am, please put this in the lady's chest.
With that added.
So, soon after the herb hunt, Wendy wrote to Ward, who is in the mansion of King's Capital, Galentre.
Ward, tell me the truth about the winter mansion.
That day, you slaughtered the mercenaries, and it was actually Almark who helped us, wasn't it?
The day Nelson and Norish bumped into each other.
When I got back to the dorm, I was getting a letter from Ward.
"Lady Wendy is a smart lady, so I thought you'd notice soon."
That's what the letter said.
"As you can see, it was all Lord Almark who ambushed the mercenaries who raided the mansion."
One person in the room, Wendy, who read the letter, thought, after all,
Almark helped us.
Wendy remembers Almark's reliable back in the woods at night.
I grabbed my shoulder, and a hard palm.
Was it the same back then?
The bottom of my heart twitched and warmed when I thought Almark had put his life on hold to protect me after the magic stormed out and I fell down like one day in the mansion.
"Lord Morgen also said he was assisted by Lord Almark by magic."
In that sentence, Wendy unwittingly loosens her cheek, hehe, and laughs.
It seemed to me that Morgen, who lays down his wand so hard, was in sight.
Thank you, Morgen.
But, both of you, it's watery.
I wonder why you didn't tell me.
But that was all I could go on reading in a warm mood.
Reading the text that followed, Wendy's expression froze.
"Don't tell Miss Wendy about this, it was Lord Almark who said. Lord Almark was very afraid that his daughter would know that he had slaughtered a mercenary and that he was also the son of a mercenary in the north."
Eh.
For a moment, it gets dark in front of me.
What do you mean?
Letters of the letter get bumpy.
Almark is the son of a northern mercenary.
And he said he was afraid I'd find out about it.
"It's my fault."
Ward spelled that out.
Lord Almark was terribly ill because I said to him, "Your strength is terrible for southern humans, etc." I wondered if the lady would see herself in the same line as the mercenaries who attacked her. '
It was true that Wendy hated the existence of a mercenary in the north.
At a young age, it was both the mercenaries of the North who took away my sister and the Tilia I admired, and this time they raided and murdered many servants.
Making war a business, sometimes brave, resolute, sometimes brutal outrage. He weighs a man's life with gold, and hates it as much as a serpent scorpion from someone with a heart.
Before I came to college, I had a tutor teach me that way.
I thought that was for sure.
Whatever existed behind it, it was always the men known as the Mercenaries of the North who had put Wendy's close hands directly on him.
But I didn't care about that now.
Almark is really the son of a northern mercenary.
That is certainly an unexpected fact.
But that didn't change Wendy's feelings for Almark.
Wendy believed there was a strong bond between the two of them over and over again the crisis of their lives.
Almark is Almark.
I thought so.
But at that time, it wasn't Wendy who occupied her heart.
What the hell would I have said in front of Almark?
That's what Wendy thought.
I didn't even know Almark was the son of a mercenary in the north, and I thought he stumbled upon Ficke in strong terms who said the way he fought Eldain was like a mercenary in the north.
How rude of Almark to be a mercenary.
It was on me to be rude.
It's not rude. I said a hell of a thing.
Other than that, I might be saying something where I don't realize it. No, I'm sure he's saying it.
What should I do?
Wendy was halfway there.
I have to apologize.
Even though I don't know it, I need to apologize to Almark for saying terrible things and hurting him.
I really should have noticed sooner.
There were many occasions I could notice.
There's no way a normal person is that good with a sword because of how many northern people he is.
Even the name of the northern song that Almark wept at the concert was "Mercenary of the Meadows".
If you ask me, the usual Wendy would have noticed.
But I didn't notice.
Somewhere in my mind, there may have been a feeling that Almark didn't want me to be a mercenary.
So maybe I was unconsciously avoiding that kind of conclusion.
Anyway, I have to apologize.
Though I don't know if you'll forgive me.
That's what I thought. In Wendy's eyes, Ward's next sentence popped in.
'Lord Almark does not want his lady to know that he is the son of a mercenary in the north. But if you're a wise lady, you know how Lord Almark feels. Until Lord Almark speaks out of your own mouth one day, please keep this a secret.'
Wendy wanted to cry.
Ward, what are you talking about?
I already said something I can't take back.
I can't pretend I don't know.
But that sentence was engraved into Wendy's heart as if it were a curse.
Lord Almark does not want his lady to know that he is the son of a mercenary in the north.
My apology to Almark means that I have learned that Almark is a mercenary in the north.
That's what Almark doesn't want.
Does that mean that my apology will instead hurt Almark?
If you are a wise lady, you know how Lord Almark feels.
Ward, I don't know. Write more properly.
I'm not very smart. I don't know how Almark feels.
I can't believe I'm thinking about Almark with the mercenaries I've been raiding.
I'm not smart, either, but I'm not that stupid.
But don't you like that for Almark?
That I would be known to be the son of a mercenary.
I'm sure Almark is proud of his origins as a mercenary.
I've hurt it.
Would knowing that I was such a mercenary's son double hurt him?
Is Almark so afraid that Almark, so brave, will let me know about it?
Wendy's head got messed up in a mess.
Still, the next day, Wendy tried to disguise herself as the wind of nothing.
Almark and I tried to have a normal conversation.
But I couldn't.
If you try to talk for a long time, you can see for yourself that your eyes are moisturizing.
How the hell has Almark been hiding his origins?
Thinking about it, I'm sorry, I'm sad, I'm about to cry.
Don't. Almark will notice that things are not right with this.
So, Wendy tried to stay out of sight with Almark.
It was out of the question, such as practicing the play.
I can't imagine what it would be like to play a breakup scene with Almark or something in this state right now.
I immediately seemed to have guessed something even with Almark and stopped talking to Wendy too aggressively.
Between the two of them gradually got giddy.
This shouldn't be it. I don't like this.
That's what I think, but Almark and I can't even look at each other anymore.
I'm weirdly conscious, and I can't naturally have a conversation like before.
That, me, how were you talking to Almark...
As much as I thought so, there was a groove between them.
Wendy couldn't resist tears when she stared at Almark for the first time in a long time on the auditorium stage.
I'm sure Almark thinks it's weird.
But I didn't know what to do anymore.
Still, Magic Festival Day is steadily approaching.
In the play, there's a day when you two have to part forever.