"Ars."
Almark shrugged.
Ars.
I wonder what it is. My mind goes out of its way.
"Ars. It's in ancient language"
In a soft look, Reinul's eyes seemed to have a dark light.
"Key"
In the words, I remember the illusion that Mars' wand in Almark's hand was trembling.
"It's the key, Mr. Almark. What you're holding in your hand right now."
Almark sees Malus' wand.
"... keys?
"That's right. More importantly, Mr. Almark. And your name."
"Don't lend me your ears, Almark"
Wendy stepped out in front of Almark, blocking Reinull's words abusively.
"You can't listen to this guy. I'm not sure what this guy's talking about."
Wendy glanced at Reinull with a rugged face.
"I'm sure this man's words will only hurt you"
"That's great."
Reinul slowly rose from the rock, chewing through the last shard of candy in a shameful manner.
"Lady Wendy seems to understand very well and come. The truth is sometimes cruel."
That said, spread your hands like a play again.
"Knowing that doesn't necessarily work for you"
"The court magician, you said Reinul"
Wendy's tone changed.
In front of Almark, he put together the kind of tension Wendy's back would strain.
"Get out of here."
Wendy's Rin's voice echoed, making Reinul's expression slightly stiffer for the first time.
"We don't want to talk to you any more"
Reinull smiled and tried to say something, but Wendy didn't wait for it.
"I won't listen to you"
Wendy said clearly.
An unspeakable force that only those who belong to a very limited identity can possess.
The linear seemed slightly dull.
Wendy said it again, without even cowering the fine dust.
"The court magician Reinul. Go back to your place."
Often, silence.
Reinull put his hands down like he'd given up.
"The temper. That's the lady from the Bar Herbs."
That's what I said, and he looked like he smiled weakly.
Wendy didn't relieve that back tension so she could protect Almark.
"Leave."
Wendy said it again.
Raised his hands so that Reinul would surrender.
"Yes, yes, I understand, ma'am. The disturbers will leave."
Said so as to stand aside, looking at the light in his eyes, Almark drew Wendy's body.
"Wendy, it's dangerous!
A strange black print appeared on both hands of Rhinul.
Reinul's face was distorted with an evil grin that was different than it had just been.
"If you do what you do,"
Suddenly, the light enveloped Wendy's body.
But nothing is emanating from either hand of Reinul.
It is at Almark's disposal that is emitting light.
Malus' wand was emitting a more intense light than I had ever seen before.
Wendy's body cramped into Almark's arms.
"Wendy!"
When Almark screamed, Wendy was no longer conscious.
The light that overflows Wendy's body from Mars's wand wraps in many ways.
"Whoa."
Raise the voice that Reinul seems to enjoy.
"Mr. Almark, you seem to have failed to assimilate with Marus's wand. Could you have cut through the serpent's trials without a Malus wand?"
The prints on both hands seemed to be manipulating Malus' wand.
"But thanks to you, I can operate to this extent as well, besides the owner"
"Stop it!"
Almark screamed.
With Wendy in his arms, Almark jumped toward Reinull.
The wand of Malus, shaken up, causes the light to reflect indiscriminately.
"Hey, you're lying"
From Reinul's face, the smile disappears.
A blow with the power to stun a large adult with one blow, but vainly cut off the sky.
In the aftermath of that shock, the untouched ground can be decided.
Shortly before Mars's wand hit him, the moment he thought Reinul's contour was shaken, his body was behind Almark.
"I was listening to you, whoa"
After all, Reinul sent the blow of Almark, who couldn't turn around, by transferring his body.
"That's awesome. Can you hold one girl and move that far"
"Stop it."
Almark screamed.
"Don't touch Wendy."
"It's too late."
Reinull laughs.
"Let's see how far it opens."
I can see a tremendous amount of magic overflowing from the depths of Wendy's body.
A phenomenon that emerged when Wendy became desperate to save the servants in the winter mansion.
That, now Reinul was about to be forced to wake up with the power of Mars's wand.
"Stop it, Wendy."
In Almark's arms, Wendy's cramps intensify.
"Don't open it unexpectedly. Almost."
"I'm telling you not to!
Almark ran like the wind.
"Colour."
Rhinul's robe broke and danced.
Mars' wand blurred his robe when he couldn't make it.
"You're a beast, like"
Reinull laughs. On that forehead, sweat seeped.
"But it'll be fine."
Rhinul, who cautiously took an intermission with Almark, said so and laughed.
"If you want to stop, give me that Malus wand. The more you wield it, the more her gates will open."
"Become"
Almark stopped moving.
"I can already see where the gate opens. Let me stop you. Here, give it to me."
That's what Reinul says and offers his hand.
Almark toured.
"It's gonna be too late. Come on."
In Wendy's body, the magic swells up.
In the winter mansion, Wendy continued to consume magic by continuing to use the art of change indefinitely.
But Wendy, in her present unconscious state, has no place to go for swollen magic.
"The lady's body is bouncing. It's going to fly. I don't want to go that far either. Come on, hurry."
Reinull offers his hand with a serious face.
That girl's words crossed the back of her brain when she was about to inadvertently offer a wand.
"Almark. Don't let go of Mars's wand."
"No."
Almark pulled the cane in.
"I can't give you this"
Reinul's face was abominably distorted.
"Then in that arm, Miss Wendy falls apart. Poor thing."
"I won't let that happen"
Almark replied, but I have no idea what to do.
It is the light of Mars's wand that is encouraging Wendy's magic run.
We have to stop this light.
But what do I do?
Almark held the cane in his arms.
Malus' wand. If you chose me as the owner.
Strongly so.
Listen to me.
Strong, strong.
But the light never stops.
"Look, hurry up!
Reinull screams and reaches out.
"It's gonna be too late!
Almark figured that out.
No more, Wendy won't keep it.
But Mars's wand doesn't listen to me.
How do I do that?
Father.
Almark bites his teeth.
Dad, what am I supposed to do?
Almark, listen.
The voice of my father, who surrenders unexpectedly.
I wouldn't even listen to him.
The moment I remember that word.
Almark gathered his magic in his right hand.
To a rough urge, the magic in your body shouts a shout of joy.
Use us.
Right, use it.
If you want to use it, don't hesitate.
I know.
Almark answers magic.
It gives me so much heat that my right hand is about to burn out.
The danger of using magic directly on the human body.
Though it is no different even if it is its own magic.
Almark did not hesitate.
Almark, listen. I wouldn't even listen to him.
Almark slammed the magic he had gathered in his right hand into a fist-by-fist Mars wand.
Hit him and shut him up.
"Become"
Reinull opens his eyes.
Awesome shock.
The gray robe of the Rhinool glistens with judgment.
The feeling of the bones of Almark's fists smashing apart.
Along with that, Malus' wand lost light.
The magic run stops.
In Almark's arms, Wendy's cramps also subsided.
"What, that's"
Reinull said as he groaned.
There is no more spare grin on that face.
"Hit him and stop him? Is there such a joke?"
With a look that is neither angry nor laughable, Reinull says.
"Impossible. What the hell, you are."
"Me. If you want to know, I'll tell you."
Almark slowly rose as he put Wendy to sleep on the ground.
Smoke was rising from the burnt right hand, but no expression of distress appeared on the table.
Don't show weakness.
Always look fine.
I know.
I am.
"I am the son of a northern mercenary."