The story of the son of the mercenary in the north enrolling in the magic school in the south

The White Wolf was a dozen or so travelers, including his back to sitting chief and odd artists Danny and light traders Lenay and Aika.

Almark didn't know how big that was as a traveler, but the visibility seemed pretty good when he said that they would perform relatively cheaply, not just in big cities, but also in cities where travelers usually wouldn't come around.

From the next day, Almark learned to perform the sword from Lenay in his free time, mixing with other backs and doing chores.

At first I was practicing with my own long sword, but Danny, who was watching it, pointed out that the long sword was too vivid for the guests to draw, and switched to the same decorated spectacle sword that Lenay was using.

Almark wielded it gently, to Lenay,

"It's too light and hard to use."

And I laughed bitterly.

Almark soon remembered both the performance of the sword and a single chore, and his wit amazed a single face, including Danny.

At first the cute little shitty kid, and Aika, who hated Almark, also changed her perception after Almark worked, and her attitude was visibly softer.

In it Margot did not always chore, messing with things like small stones and rings in the corners of the carriage.

One evening, performing martial arts, Lenay taunted me that I was "no longer better than my predecessor Deli," and Danny told me to go to his next gig, Almark asked Lenay.

"Mr. Lenay and Mr. Aika are light traders, right?"

"Hmm? Yeah."

Renay nods.

Even on the journey, the two of them practiced breathtaking physical arts as long as they had time, but they will also show off their outlines and ball-riding in real performances.

"What does Margot do?"

"Oh."

Renay laughed lightly.

"You're crazy, that guy. Always messing with stones in the carriage."

"Yes."

Almark nods honestly.

"I think what"

Lenay sees Almark.

"What do you think he's gonna do on stage?"

"Same as the sitter, is it an oddity"

Almark replied.

From the tools she had, that's all I could think of.

"I see."

Renay nods.

"Well, you look like it."

"Is it not?"

"Oh."

Renay softly tried to peek into the carriage and whispered.

"Margot is a magician."

Almark's first stage was an accommodation town along the streets.

There was a stage in the square where I felt sorry for once, and I was to perform there.

Almark noticed Margot sitting leaning against the carriage in preparation for a performance from the evening, each with no hesitation in practice.

"Margot."

Speaking to Almark, Margot flickers his gaze towards Almark.

"Aren't you going to be ready for today's performance?"

"I am."

Margot replied.

"I'm doing it now."

"Now?"

Almark looked back at Margot's face.

It just seems blurry to Almark and sitting on the carriage.

"Because you are working hard on your sword practice"

Margot makes his big eyes flash naughty.

"I'll show you just a little something for the reward"

That's what I say, raise your right hand.

In that hand, there was that stone that Margot was always holding.

"Look."

Margot's hair, who said so in a whisper, fluttered even though there was no wind.

At that moment, a seven-colored spark splashed in front of Almark's eyes.

"Wow."

Margot laughed when she saw Almark, who was surprised and didn't fly.

"I'm surprised at your face. That's funny."

"Magic."

"That's right."

Margot nods.

"Well, is this magic too"

Margot looked strangely at Almark looking intrigued.

"What, are you interested in magic?

"Oh."

When Almark nods, Margot twists his neck.

"A swordsman usually hates magic."

As Almark shook his head, Margot smiled and rocked the stone in his hand.

"The real deal is, I'll show you more amazing magic."

Almark's first stage performance began.

Sitting chairman Danny performs vivid oddities with a subtle narrative, where the audience flourishes, Lenay and Aika appear, bouncing around the stage narrowly with exceptional body looks.

With a glossy smile Aika had never normally shown, she crossed a tightly stretched outline and let Lenay spin it around the pine lights on fire on her big balls.

"Come on, we'll wait for you next."

Danny spreads his hands to the audience.

"It's Almark, a weak crown eight-year-old boy genius swordsman!

That's more exciting, Danny deceived Almark for two years.

Almark holds a decorated sword and ascends to the stage.

The crowd gathered is probably three hundred at most, even if many are quoted.

But in the nervous eyes of Almark, it seemed like thousands of large audiences.

Drink your sauce and spit.

"Don't look at the whole thing"

Danny whispered softly to Almark as he lowered to the stage sleeve.

"Right, left and middle. Find a responsive guest there one at a time and think only those three are there. If you turn to those three, you'll be fine."

Almark nodded.

Pepper lowered his head in the center of the stage and a big round of applause arose.

Everyone looks intrigued and stares at Almark.

Don't let this number swallow you.

Almark targeted a girl as old as herself, who was lined up in the middle, and a seemingly gentle old lady on the left end, as well as a farmer-style man somewhat behind the right.

What I show you is these three.

Almark's sword, who so decides, begins to roar.

A twitch occurs to a boy swordsman who begins to turn his sword at an unstoppable speed in his eyes, whoa, but Almark dares not turn his consciousness to the cheer.

View the old lady on the left.

Make my martial arts easy for her to see.

Then I glanced at the farmer's man standing in the back right, so that he could look clean there too.

To the last girl in the middle, keeping an eye out, so she can look the coolest.

Almark continues his martial arts against the three of them, as Danny put it.

"Almark."

Ica, dressed in a highly exposed garment I had never seen, emerged from the stage sleeve with fruit in both hands.

Almark nods at you only with his neck, without stopping his sword.

"Fine, Mr. Aika."

The bearded man on the back hits the percussion.

To match the sound, Ica threw three fruits simultaneously in an elegant motion.

Almark steps over there, shows him a sharp step and waves his sword.

Three fruits splash and chop fruit juice in the air almost simultaneously.

Again, whoa, whoa.

I see the old lady smiling and clapping.

A farmer's man opens his mouth halfway.

And the girl in the center stares at Almark like she's fascinated.

Almark keeps turning his sword even harder.

"Almark."

Lenay appeared from the opposite stage sleeve.

"Anytime, Mr. Renay"

Nodding at Almark's words, he throws three fruits in turn with the motion that Lenay had set aside to match the sound of the percussion instrument.

When Almark chops it all up, he cheers again.

Almark finally tried to wrap up his act by turning his sword just a little more.

It was then.

In Almark's hand, which was surprised by the sweat caused by tension, the pattern of a spectacle sword slipped much lighter than that of his partner's long sword.

The sword, which swung up well, fell out.

Over Almark, he rises spinning as his sword twirls.

Shit.

Almark looked up at the sword, bit his teeth, and looked at the audience in front of him.

The girl in the center, the farmer on the right, the old lady on the left.

Everyone was looking up at the sword above.

Nobody realizes that's Almark's failure.

"Mr. Renay!

Almark raised his index finger toward Lenay.

Again.

Lenay snorts at the intention.

Almark kicked the stage floor and jumped.

As it spins, the sword descends.

Grabbing it in the air, Lenay mutilated three fruits thrown at the perfect time at the same time.

Almark also landed on the floor as the fruit splashed with fruit juice fell on the stage floor.

Slowly open your hands and bow your head toward the audience.

A big round of applause arose.

"Come on, at the end of the day, here comes the proud, beautiful sorceress of the White Wolf! Give a round of applause to Miss Margot, who graduated from that Norc School of Magic with outstanding grades and joined my throne!

Margot, who emerged from her sleeve to match Danny's mouth, was grown up enough to doubt his own eyes that Almark was someone else.

Knowing the usual Margot, Almark barely knows that it's costume and makeup, but he's still much older than usual, and he looks just like Ica.

"Did you just say Nork School of Magic"

Almark looks back at Aika beside him.

"Is Margot from there?"

"No way."

Aika laughs.

"It's with me that I cut your age. The bigger you are, the happier you are."

gesture so that Margot can hold a stone on the stage and be mindful.

"Margot was originally the apprentice of some witch."

Aika says.

"But you said you stole some magic tools and ran away because you barely told me anything."

"Tools."

Um, is that the stone or ring you always mess with?

As Aika said, Margot raises his hand with a stone high.

"Nork School of Magic is such a place where only chosen people can get in. I don't know what you're gonna learn, but it can't be about us."

When Aika said that, she cheered on stage.

Seven-colored sparks were scattered from Margot's hands one after the other.

As Margot gracefully waves her hand with a stone, the light splashes on stage with her seven-colored tail.

The cheer of wah.

Waving and freely manipulating the light, Margot looked like an unmistakable magician.

"But Margot is a fine magician for us."

"Right."

Almark watched the magic with fresh feelings.

What we met in the north was all the magic used to take lives on the battlefield.

Is there some magic that pleases people like this?

Unexpectedly, Margot saw Almark.

From his fingertips stretched toward the stage sleeve Almark, he drew a complex pattern as a bright red spark scattered and exploded in the air.

The audience's cheer never stops.

"Admitted, even to Margot."

Aika smiled.

Now you're one of us.

"Please give Miss Margot the beautiful sorcerer a big round of applause!

Danny's voice sounds.

The first stage ends.

Here Almark had a feeling he was going to learn something.