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

Some time has passed since Almark began traveling with one traveler, the White Wolf.

With each performance, Almark's martial arts increased.

The happenings softened at the premiere, when the sword fell out and flew over the sky, were incorporated into the martial arts as they were from the next, a classic performance that boiled the audience.

Almark himself had studied the use of a new sword that was not a battle.

You don't just cut the thrown fruit, you poke it, you put it on your body.

Try even more flashy performances with two swords in your hands.

To a number of performances that increased on their own without saying anything, sitter Danny narrowed his eyes and asked Almark if he was still here.

But even when they talked about doubling his salary, Almark never nodded just laughing like he was in trouble.

The city of the same deadline that Almark promised when he joined the throne was approaching, and his journey with the White Wolf was coming to an end in one city.

We stopped the carriage in the corner of the city square that day as well, and the sitters had no extra time for each practice for the evening gig.

"Almark."

From behind the carriage, Margot made an offer with just a little peek in his face.

"Hey, come here."

"Oh, fine."

When Almark replies and puts his martial arts sword in his sheath, he goes around behind the carriage wiping his forehead sweat with his own sleeve.

When he saw Margot sitting on the ground, Almark smiled unexpectedly.

"What's the matter, Margot? Do you want to open a shop?"

As Almark put it, on a cloth spread out on the ground was a line of magic tools that could be described as Margot's commercial tools.

"No, I'm not. You're not selling it."

Margot says so and urges Almark to sit down as well.

"You've been raining lately. Sometimes if you don't shine the sun on these kids, they'll lose their magic."

"Oh, is that what it is?"

That's what Almark says, and rarely takes one stone in his hand.

"This is the stone Margot always uses to spark at gigs."

"That's right."

Margot laughs and takes the stone out of Almark's hand, scattering a spark at Almark's nose tip.

Margot stood up when she laughed when she saw Almark turn away and look disgusted.

"Almark. I want you to watch these kids for a second."

Are you going somewhere?

"Lenay's place"

Margot gives the name of a light worker youth.

"Because I have an act to do with Lenay today. It's a hassle, but a meeting."

That said, grab two stones from the top of the cloth unmade.

I'll be right back.

"Okay."

Almark waved and dropped Margot off, once again dropping his eyes on the magic fixtures on the cloth.

We only performed together many times, and we found out what effect most stones and rings would have on Almark as well.

This is a spark scattering stone.

This is a stone that emits strong light.

This ring can produce a flame like a lamp light.

This ring can make a bird squeal.

Looking at each and every one of them that way with Margot's movements, I did feel that Margot was right and that the surface of the rings and stones, which seemed dull, regained a little smoothness with the sunlight.

The light of the sun is the source of all life.

That is what has been said, especially in the north, where its light is precious and important.

Thank you Hardika, the hero god who illuminated the world widely in exchange for his own life.

The story that the magic fixture also needed sunlight to regain its magic fell to Shi Tong because it was a northern born Almark.

The sun is great.

Remembering the cold weather in the northern winter, Almark thanks the warm light that is illuminating himself in this way now.

"... that?

At the end of the cloth, there was one ring that I didn't remember seeing.

Not made of metal like any other ring.

It is a grey stone ring, cut straight out of the stone.

"I can't believe a ring made of stone."

Almark takes it gently.

Exactly the inside to put my fingers on was polished and smooth, but the outside was just a stripping stone itself, with no decoration or finishing.

"I've never seen Margot use anything like this."

So I said to myself, and when I blanketed it to the sun, the stone ring broke, and I trembled.

"Wow."

Unexpectedly remove the ring.

Fortunately it fell on the cloth so it didn't chip, but I didn't know what would have happened if it had fallen on another hard stone as well.

Danger. Danger.

Almark gently returned the ring to its original place.

Grey stone ring.

It didn't feel very good.

A lightweight Ica used to say that all of Margot's magic equipment had been stolen by her when she escaped from the witch she was discipling.

Witch's apprentice.

Margot was a witch's apprentice.

Normally, every man who tries to become a sorcerer must be apprenticed to a sorcerer or a witch to learn that sorcery from his master.

Other than that, when it becomes a way to learn magic, you will have to learn at the Nork School of Magic, the only magic educational institution in the world on the island of Nork in the southern great kingdom of Galai.

However, there are only four dozen children allowed to enroll there each year. For most humans that number was synonymous with zero.

Will I use tools like this even at Nork School of Magic?

Almark saw those magic fixtures again.

Tools that smell too primitive to call magic tools.

And something doesn't feel good, a stone ring.

Almark touched one end of the world of witchcraft that he would be about to learn, lightly bewildered.

The world of witchcraft seems complicated.

Thank you. It doesn't look like a sword.

I still didn't feel right for me, and Margot came home to watch the magic fixtures with a difficult face.

"Oh, my God, you look so difficult."

Margot laughed when she saw Almark's face.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, no"

Almark looks up and shakes his head.

"I'm fine. I've been watching."

"Yeah. Looks like nothing's gone."

Saying, Margot takes the two stones back on the cloth again.

"Thank you. Thank you so much."

"Yeah."

Almark stood up, then he still really cared, and asked Margot.

"Hey, Margot. I've never seen this stone ring before. What do you use it for?"

The question clouded Margot's expression.

"Oh, that"

Margot gave a slightly stiff voice.

"Because that's the one you can't use in a gig"

"Yeah. Bye."

When Almark tried to ask again, he was suddenly embraced from behind.

"Almark. You were here."

I hear voices from above my head.

"Ah, Mr. Aika"

Speaking of which, Almark also had to use today's performance meeting as an aika. The magic fixture distracted me and I completely forgot.

"Sorry, Mr. Aika"

As Almark says so and twists himself in Aika's arms, Aika increasingly strengthens her arms to embrace Almark.

"There's a performance with me today, so I told you to come back later, you forgot."

"I'm sorry, I didn't forget. I thought I'd go now."

"Bad excuse"

Aika plays Almark's nose with her fingers, then calls Margot.

"Margot. Genius Boy Swordsman, I'll borrow it."

"Go ahead. I'm done with this one."

Margot drops her eyes on the cloth and waves her hands flickering.

"Take your time."

"Let's go. Almark."

"Yeah."

Walking alongside Aika, Almark looked back at Margot again.

Margot had one of the stones in his hand.

I felt the stone ring placed on the edge of the cloth tremble again and Almark felt a little anxious again.