Almark slowly picks up Malus's wand, which was hit with magic and became half buried on the indented ground.
Having lost the intense light earlier, it now only seemed like a stick of wood.
"of the Mercenaries of the North, son"
Reinull raised one eyebrow and looked at Almark.
"Well, I don't think I'm proud to say it."
With that said, I glance at Almark's right hand and face him.
"Look. It's something that makes you impotent, so you get hurt like that. Let me show you. I'll treat you."
Reinul tries to walk over to Almark, but stops at Almark's killing with a Mars wand in his left hand.
"You look a lot scarier."
"If you get any closer to me than that,
said Almark.
"I'll slap you in the head."
"That's scary."
Reinull raised his hands in a modus operandi.
"I'm saying I'm going to treat you. You wouldn't be so upset."
But Almark doesn't answer.
I don't move with my cold eyes looking at Reinull.
Reinull also seemed to have just felt that Almark's words were not just a threat, let alone a child's fortitude, etc.
I smile like I'm in the mood for Almark.
"My purpose has already been fulfilled. I'm not going to do this to you now."
But Almark's killing temper does not fade even fine dust.
"You hurt Wendy"
Almark said in a low voice.
"I will never forgive you"
I didn't hurt you.
Reinull said with another peek at the faint smile he had given Wendy a glimpse earlier.
"The magic is pouring in all at once and my body is just amazed. If you lose your magic naturally, you'll wake up soon."
"I don't need words."
said Almark.
"I can say as much as I want with my mouth. You are a wise man. You must have a lot of words to deceive me."
"That's a lot to buy"
Reinull shook his head, but Almark went on fine.
"Your behavior shows. You are our enemy."
"He's a stubborn kid. I said I'd fix you up."
Reinul grinned bitterly.
But I didn't step in any further.
Look from Almark's toe to his head like he sees something unusual again.
"Is that strength also the one called the Mercenary Stream of the North?
Without answering the words, Almark set the tip of Malus' wand perfectly to the height of Rhinul's eyes.
"Okay. Fine."
Reinull shrugged his shoulder.
"If you don't need treatment, I don't want to be forced to cure you either. In the first place, that's because you did something unscrupulous and you got hurt yourself."
I say that in a slightly shaky tone and stare lightly at Almark.
"I don't care what happens. If we don't treat him quickly, he might not be able to hold his cane or sword anymore."
"If you've accomplished your purpose"
Almark replied.
"There should be no more reason for you to stay here."
"I see."
Reinull nods as he just noticed.
"It makes sense."
"If you're really worried about my right hand, you should disappear from before us right now. That way I can leave here and get healing treatment. If I say this and you don't leave this place,"
Almark said pizza.
"You're not really worried about my right hand."
There was silence for a while.
Eventually, Reinull shook his head as impressed.
"It's not just barbaric. Smart beast, you are."
Then again, grin.
"I want to give you something clever."
"I don't need that"
Regardless of Almark's words telling him to throw up and throw it away, Reinul pounds his hand.
"That's right. You seem proud to be the son of a northern mercenary, so let me tell you something good. I'm sure you'd love it. [M] Yeah, that's right. That's good, let's do that. I'm a man of ideas at times like this."
Reinul starts to talk about that with a smile and a laugh.
Almark stares at Reinul's well-moving mouth without changing his expression.
Severe pain had caused the right hand to lose its sensation of being so normal.
As my chest beats, my entire right hand is pulsating as if there was another heart there.
But I don't put that on my face.
There's no sign that Wendy, who put him to sleep softly behind his back, will wake up.
This conversation now is not being heard by Wendy.
I find myself deeply irritated by that even in this situation.
But such emotions also kept Almark within, keeping his eyes open from Reinull.
Reinull continued to speak at will, regardless of unresponsive Almark.
"I was about to tell you earlier, Miss Wendy interrupted me. Mr. Almark, I'm talking about your name."
Reinull said, slowly lagging behind.
The distance from Almark opens up.
Shit, Almark stepped in.
Reinull stops the movement perfectly.
Distance at which the Malus wand reaches the Rhinul in the first act.
Almark didn't break it.
Reinull laughs distorted at his mouth.
"Really, it's a well-trained assassin-like move"
Almark's leg leaves a half-step further ahead.
Reinull lowered back in an exaggerated motion.
"If they get any closer, they'll crack my head open."
Almark doesn't even respond to those words he joked about.
However, with a dark eye on Rhinul, he stands Mars's wand.
"Yes, that's your name."
Reinull told me to get back on my mind.
"When we met before, you said I was a good name. Do you remember?"
Almark neither affirms nor denies.
Reinull keeps talking like he didn't expect a reply from the beginning.
"That's a name I've seen a lot in old literature. Have you looked into it? Did you find your name in the library book?
I look at Almark's face as I say and explore it, but I see no expression on my face, and I nod alone.
"I guess so. I wouldn't have found it. Naturally, there's no way that such valuable literature can be found in the library of the elementary school of magic, no matter how much."
Then I smiled at Almark with a soft face.
"Let me tell you something, Mr. Almark. What your name means."
Almark felt an evil intention in that smile.
I don't care what Reinul says. I'm going forward.
"Oops."
Reinull lagged behind.
Raise your index finger and warn Almark.
"I'm not going to hurt your body, though. Except when it comes to getting your head cracked."
With that said, he shows Wendy behind Almark in his jaw.
"If you're going to do that, I'm going to use some big magic that will reach even Lady Wendy. I'm sorry your daughter isn't safe."
Hearing Wendy's name, Almark's face, which was faceless, faintly distorts.
Reinul looked at it satisfactorily.
"Oh, my God, you can even look like a human."
"Is your magic fast or my arm fast"
Almark replied.
"You can try it"
"Try."
Reinull nodded.
"If you have to."
Then, call Almark's name as if the teacher were calling the students.
"Mr. Almark."
Reinull grinned with his hands wide open.
The gold ring on the middle finger of your right hand shakes.
"I'll tell you. Look, your name is ancient in itself."
And he pointed to the Malus wand held by Almark.
"Al of Almark means the same thing you have. Ars. In Ancient Language, Key"
Reinul speaks to Almark in a tone as if he were a magician who teaches magic to his disciples.
"You still don't understand the change in ancient language, even if I explain it in detail here. It may be confusing to say that Mars is Ars or that it is the same as Ar, but ancient language is a lot more troublesome and complicated than our words today. The pronunciation varies due to slight differences in circumstances. For now, all you have to know is that Ars and your name, Ar, mean the same thing."
It's like a lecture.
Reinul speaks to Almark as if he were also in an ancient language class.
"And later in your name, Mark is..."
But Almark noticed.
That the eyes behind that gentle smile are not laughing at all.
"It's ancient. It means guardian, keeper."
That's what Reinull looks into Almark's eyes.
"Al is the key. Mark is a protector. I mean, Almark. What does that name mean?"
Reinull told him sternly.
"Keeper of the Key"
Keeper of the keys.
Something moved deliberately inside Almark.
It felt like the Malus wand in his left hand suddenly weighed a lot more than once.
You know what I mean?
Reinull looked pitifully at Almark, who did not respond.
"The Keeper of the Key. Yes, you were born to protect Mars's wand."
I say that and shake my head small.
"Poor thing. You were born for that, and you were given the name of the role as it was."
Something hard to describe, black and bitter, comes up from the depths of Almark.
"Neither your esteemed father, nor your mother, ever thought of you as a single person from the beginning. 'Cause you will. If we think it's our own cute kid, there's no way anyone who protects the keys would give it that name."
Reinull's words come in with a black mist behind Almark's brain.
What is it?
What the hell is this man talking about?
"Almark."
Reinul mumbled the name as he sang.
"What a beautiful, and what a cruel name. That's the name you deserve to wear on a poor doll who was born carrying only fate and role"