Reinull's words pour into Almark's mind, along with all sorts of black emotions.

"... don't say"

To Almark's whining, Reinull tilts his neck.

"Hmm? Did I say something?"

"Don't be ridiculous!

Almark kicked the ground.

In that next moment, he was slamming a blow in the horizontal giraffe with Reinul's neck tied.

But Reinul's figure swings and disappears like a pneumonia.

"You're a liar."

Nothing happened, Rhinul appeared next to Almark's right.

"You said you'd smack me in the head."

Almark slammed Malus's wand on its side of the head without saying anything.

But the rynull also shakes and disappears.

"Keeper of the Key"

Reinull mumbles when he shows up again.

"I can't even be what I want, I'm not loved, I'm only carried by my role"

"Shut up!"

Almark jumped at Reinull.

Cheap provocation.

Almark knew that, too.

It gives birth and circumstance, laughs and takes away calm.

Such an act is a constant means of battlefield.

It's not the Almark who rides such a provocation.

Usually.

But Reinul's words spread with ever-blacker negative emotions in Almark's mind.

Mars' wand struck down the empty and void Rhinul again.

"Your father didn't use you as a mercenary, did he? Why do you think?

Reinul, who appeared behind Almark, says calmly.

"I think I understand."

"Shut up!"

Almark turned around.

Poor Rhinul eyes.

As soon as I see it, I feel like I'm losing power from all over my body.

It's not just because of the pain in your right hand.

I can't stop sweating cold.

"It will come to pass."

said Reinull.

'Cause I mixed a little darkness in my words.'

Almark ate up his teeth.

Move.

Strike the cane on the Rhinul with the momentum of bumping into each body, but it doesn't convey any feeling on your left hand.

Almark.

The name means, in ancient language, the Keeper of the Key.

So what do you say?

That's proof that my father and mother didn't love me.

Such a cliché.

The bullshit that you should be able to put on a smile turns into great despair in your heart.

"But you, Almark."

Reinull, who appeared elsewhere again, smiled.

"Darkness would not amplify my words if you hadn't thought such a thing."

I crooked my neck and peeked into Almark's eyes.

Its eyes are as dark and deep as a bottomless marsh.

"You thought somewhere in your heart. That I am not loved by my parents. He said he wasn't what his parents wanted."

No, it's not.

Almark tried to deny it.

Many of the words my father spoke to me.

I've been supported by it. [M] I have been saved many times.

Yeah, just now.

But in an attempt to remember my father's words, Almark was stunned.

When I slapped my fist on Mars's wand earlier, there was a voice of my father that I could clearly remember as if I were next to him.

I can't remember one thing right now.

My father's words don't come out.

As if my memory had been anointed black.

"Darkness is cruel. Hide what is beautiful and show what makes you want to turn away"

Reinull keeps talking.

"But I don't lie. Darkness doesn't lie, Mr. Almark."

Almark wasn't sure what Reinul was talking about.

Darkness won't lie?

That can't be right.

No, or am I wrong?

But I didn't care about that anymore.

It's just a sense of despair that I'm losing the great pride that was supporting me.

That was trying to cover up Almark's mind.

I don't get any more energy to jump on Reinul, who is where it reaches me in one act in front of me.

"Now my words are driving me so much. That's the truth about a human being named you. Mr. Almark."

Reinull spread his hands with a playful trick.

"So let me set you free like that"

Liberation.

Somehow the word sounded terribly appealing to Almark.

"Keys guardian. You can throw away such a discretionary fate."

Reinull peeks into Almark's eyes again.

Deep and dark, like an abyss, black.

Would this man's eyes have worn this color until just now?

Even remembering that is annoying now.

"its marsus wand"

Reinull gently fingers Mars's wand, still gripped by Almark's left hand.

"That's the key. And it's also an abominable chain that binds you."

Almark looked at himself at hand.

Malus' wand.

That now only looked like a stick of wood.

"I'll crush you"

Reinull gently offered his right hand.

"Give it to me. And make it easier."

This man has been trying to steal his wand from me ever since.

Almark thought it was blurry.

I do a lot of things, I spend a lot of words, and I try to let go of my wand.

I'm sure it's because I own this wand.

That's why this guy can't get his hands on Mars's wand.

I thought about it so much, but I thought, "What's wrong?"

Try to think about Wendy falling behind.

But my thoughts don't come together as well as they did.

Fast, uncomfortable.

It flows into plain, primitive, simple emotions.

Almark.

My name.

Keeper of the keys.

It was kind of a heavy load, it was painful.

You can give it to me.

I thought so.

As long as you're in such despair.

Give this wand to this man, make it easier.

Everything is clean and refreshed.

When I think about it that much, I realize.

Is that it?

But if the key protector gives you the key, there's nothing left.

Empty.

I'll be empty.

You're in trouble.

I can't live empty.

I wonder what to put in it.

In me empty, what?

I couldn't think of my father's face anymore.

Parent-child memories were anointed with darkness, as anointed with black ink.

Empty me, something to put in.

Almark thought of it as blurry, with a head that stopped turning as if it had taken a whirl.

There was something in Almark's brain that came unexpectedly.

That's right. If you want to get inside me, it's empty.

Reinull was in front of himself, gently observing Almark lose his temper as he glanced.

On words, I drowned a few drops of superb darkness.

If you exude darkness in too many peeves, the teachers at the college will notice.

So I put a few drops of pure darkness on my tongue, rolled it, and let it go to Almark.

The effect was quite dramatic.

The killings of the children apart immediately shriveled, and the movements, which were like wild beasts, also decayed while watching.

It's a child.

The Dean of the College is also sweet.

I can't believe I let this kid go and drop it in my hand.

Okay, one more breath to finish.

I glance at Malus' wand, which Almark continues to grip even half unconsciously.

And then, the guardian of the key himself, ask him to let it go.

"Come on, Mr. Almark."

Reinull spoke gently to Almark, who nagged in front of him.

"You can't help but hold such a stick forever. It's okay, because I'll dispose of it properly."

Reinull offers his hand again.

"Come on."

But Almark didn't move.

Are you still in the grip?

No.

Almark's mouth moved.

Something, I'm whining.

"What is it?

I called, but there's no answer.

Naturally.

By the way, you must have taken away the energy to talk.

But Almark's mouth doesn't stop moving.

Reinul cleared his ears with his face up.

"… Irwin of the" Double Sword ”"

I heard Almark's creaking voice.

"…" Sir Fire Dragon ”Grail"

"Huh?"

"Reaper" Gear.

"What are you saying?

Reinull asked, but Almark doesn't respond.

"" Black Steel ”Bian..." Iron Knight ”Marismog"

"... name?

It was the name of the mercenaries in the north.

Almark continued to whine about the names of the mercenaries he named in the north.

The names of the men I saw, heard, and honored on the battlefield.

If you want to get into an empty self.

Something that came to Almark's mind unconsciously.

What emerged in the darkness was the appearance of the mercenaries driving up the northern battlefield.

their strength.

their pride.

Put their shavings in me.

"" Tiger of the Eye ”Zenan..." King of Axes ”Gerberg"

Every time I squeal one of their names that keeps fighting in the north, I feel that strength, that temperament, fills me.

"Ninang of the Great Shield... Falk of the Dragon Eye"

The ambition. Courage. Life force.

"" Ash Chain ”Dylan..." Silver "Gizalte"

The softness. Ruthlessness and calm.

Reinull looked at Almark's eyes regaining power in front of his own with incredible thoughts.

"" King of Swords ”Geisenal..." Lu Zheng "Angola"

Every time Almark squeals the name of a mercenary, I feel the darkness that should have already held its heart in my hand is losing its power.

"What is this?"

Reinull squeaks.

"It's not even magic. It's not even a spell. It's just a name."

"Black Wolf," Jerus.

I shrugged and Almark's leg stepped forward.

"Stupid."

Reinull takes a step back.

"What the hell are you?"

Almark's left hand rises slowly.

The tip of Malus' wand captures the sight of Reinul once again.

Almark's eyes had completely regained his will.

"" Shadow Fang ”Raise"

The killing spirit that was lurking the ringing again covers its body.

Reinull took another step back so he could put it down and nodded small.

"I see. I finally get it now"

Then whine slowly to make sure.

"Are you the son of a northern mercenary?"