Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

Returning to the room, Jed glanced at the dagger placed on the wall.

I saw Almark come back.

"Ah, welcome back. What a sword. I'm not familiar with swords and stuff, but is this what you call a business?"

and asks.

Almark shakes his head.

"I don't know, because it's the sword my father gave me. I used it in many ways, but it was sturdy because it didn't break."

Jed muttered, "That's impossible to use..." and saw Almark's face again.

"You look a little tired. Is something warm down there?

"... I saw a girl downstairs."

"Hey, who's there?"

"Leila... said Leila Coughan."

"Leila! You're a little tight."

Jed giggled as he said.

"Really? Ha ha ha. The first girl I saw was Leila. Hahaha, I guess it was a disaster. I wish it were Wendy!

"Wendy?"

Almark responded to the name he heard for the first time.

Who's Wendy?

Jed opened his mouth in an attempt to answer, but noticed what was going on outside and quickly changed his complexion.

"Shit, it's already this time! Hurry up and get dressed in your uniform robe, Almark. I have to go to school now."

Okay, so Almark weaves the robe.

Jed hastened me, so I didn't have time to feel impressed, but Almark's chest rang in a dark blue robe that I wore for the first time.

Manipulator of magic. A person who exercises invisible power. He who touches the abyss of the world.

Magician.

When I was in the north, Al Marc thought that a magician was nothing but a nasty fighter.

So the first time my father told me that you should learn magic, I was stunned.

That's why I started training for swords on my own. I thought my father would change his mind if he sharpened his sword.

Even after he was admitted to the battlefield by his father, he was not hesitant to continue as a mercenary. Everyone around is a mercenary. I couldn't think of any other way of life.

I can live with a sword. The pride was beginning to grow.

But my father didn't change his mind.

The day before I left, I listened to my father and looked him in the eye.

Almark gave up his position as a mercenary on the spot.

There was no mercenary regiment. That's for sure.

But more than that, I wanted to fulfill my father's wishes.

My esteemed father wanted me to think that he was a great son.

Learn magic. Become a magician. It's completely unknown to me.

I didn't want my father to think I was a coward who feared the unknown.

I wanted to show my father that I am the brave son of the brave mercenary Raise and I can do it in the magical world.

However, Almark's perception of the sorcerer changed dramatically during his journey.

I learned that the magic of destruction used by the magicians of the North was very limited.

The countries of the south are home to magic.

Magic is deeply rooted in people's lives.

I want to use magic myself. I want to take the south magic back north.

Apart from my father's wishes, I began to think so by my own will.

Jed hurried him out, and Almark went out.

Arrive after him and walk fast to the school building.

The robe feels fresh and tangled in my feet.

I'll be a magician.

Almark thought.

I'm going to be a magician.