Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

The girl sat vaguely beside the rice cookers who stood busy.

A flame of fire is illuminating his face red.

Almark and Raise raised their faces as they spoke.

I had an unexpected appearance.

But the light of weak eyes was telling of his weakness.

Acknowledging his father's appearance, the boy rushed in joyfully.

But when I realized that the stranger next to my father was an old man, I stopped in a panic.

"It's okay, Almark. This uncle is a good man."

Raise said, but as Almark rushed to his father, he quickly hid in the shadow.

"Get to know people."

Raise sighed.

It's not pathetic at all.

"No, it looks very aggressive. It's probably because of their wisdom that they're so vigilant."

Yologue approached Almark, bending his hips.

Almark stuck to Raise's leg and didn't try to come out, but Raise forced him to pull it out.

Yolog gently stretched his left hand to his head.

Almark trembled and looked like he was about to cry.

I'm not scared, Almark, and Raise yells.

The moment Almark's hand touched his head, something like a flash of electricity ran.

Yologue pulled his hand in a hurry with an unexpected look.

"What's wrong?"

Raise asked.

Yologue rounded his eyes and stared seriously at Almark's face.

"... I'm surprised."

Yologue rubbed his hand and told his father that the boy had incredible magical talents.

"I've seen a lot of talented kids too... but I've never met a child of such potential."

"Really?"

Raise was honestly delighted.

He didn't know what magical talents and tricks were.

But anyway, my son was recognized by this old man.

"You probably have the gift of a sword. I'm sure you'll grow up to be a mercenary."

"Sword talent is no big deal."

Raise answered immediately.

"Mercenaries need the strength of their minds to live without relying on anyone. Is it strong or weak? Maybe he doesn't have it."

"... if that's the case..."

Yologue taught Raise how to get to the academy.

"Bring her to the academy when she turns nine. Make sure you're a great magician."

"Oh, I see. I'll take you with me.... that's great, Almark."

Raise hugged his son.

Almark didn't know anything and was just being held by his sweaty father.

After journeying with him to the border, Yologue lowered his head and left many times.