Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

Almark whispers his voice to Morgan.

"Morgan, can you hear the three of them?"

Huh?

Morgan's going to look at you, so I'm going to stop with a gesture.

"You don't have to look. Three tables over there. I want to know what they're talking about over there."

"Why, again?"

"I just heard you say a bar herb."

"Bar herb... Wendy's house?

Since Morgan didn't hide his voice, Almark wondered if the three of them could hear him.

"Morgan! Louder."

Er? Wendy's house is a great nobleman of Galai. Some of you are gossiping. "

Morgan named Wendy as loudly as ever. Almark spoke with his heart.

"Morgan! Listen to me."

Almark gets close to Morgan.

"The three of them are from the north. I can see that. I'm from the North, too. And they're mercenaries."

Hello

Morgan repeats.

What do you mean?

"Mercenaries are...."

Almark wonders what to explain for a moment.

"I'm a war professional. They are hired by nations and nobles to fight their enemies."

"Ah, I see. I've heard of it."

Morgan nods.

"But I can't help it when they come to Garento. War is only fought in the North."

"... it's not just a big war. I also take on a small battle. Demon extermination, village defense, journey guards... assassination."

"Assassination?"

"Remember Wendy's letter, Morgan. It said," Wendy's father's political opponents hired them to wander around the mansion. "

"It was written!

Morgan raised his voice and a few guests glimpsed at him. Even in bustling stores, children's voices often pass by.

"That's why Morgan, speak up!

"Oh, sorry, sorry. So?"

I think they might be the killer.

"No way... it's just a coincidence."

"Of course, it's more likely not. But I kind of have a bad feeling about it. It's just my guess, but I'm worried. That's why I want to know what they're talking about right now to make sure."

Almark looks straight at Morgan.

"Morgan can do it, right?

"I don't know how to hunt voices... I don't like the wind system..."

Morgan flickers and turns away.

"Maybe my friend's... Wendy's safety is at stake. Please, Morgan."

"That's right. It's for Wendy."

Morgan nodded.

"I can't stay very long. I want to do it before they get suspicious."

"Okay."

Morgan, uhh, take a deep breath.

Close your eyes and concentrate.

While pretending to be calm, Almark asks about his surroundings.

After a while, a small chunk of voice appeared that was invisible on the two tables.

Morgan's voice hunting technique proved effective.

At first, the cluttered voice slowly loosens up and reaches Almark's ear as a word.

"That's when I told you."

There's no meat I can't eat.

"That's why I said so."

"Hahahahahaha"

"... Morgan, no. Not at this table."

Almark shakes his head small.

"Huh?

"Right next door."

It's hard to adjust.

Morgan closes his eyes again.

"Right next door....."

Murmur in your mouth and increase your concentration.

After a while, a lump of voices appeared on the table again.

……………………………

"But... right?

Morgan, that's right.

The voice probably belongs to the three of them. The voices of men who kept their voices down.

But it sounds like I heard a Norish wind technique in a college garden before.

I can't hear a meaningful word.

"Sorry, Morgan, it's a bit accurate...."

"The voice over there is so low... this is the limit for me right now. Almark made my ears clear."

"Okay."

Almark listens to a lump of loosening voice. There's nothing I can do about the noise.

"I always ask for..."

"I don't know how... but I guess..."

"... before you... Ndi..."

"Did you just say Wendy...?

Almark listens even more.

Already..............................

"... in Miletos..."

!!

Bar herb. (WE) Ndi. Miletos, is this for sure?

"Good luck, Morgan. Just a little more....."

"I've got a little trick..."

That being said, Morgan's forehead is sweaty.

"... those guys over there..."

"... and soon..."

I'm just waiting.... in three days... "

It depends on the movement of the other side. You can do what you always do. "

The accuracy of your voice suddenly increases.

All right, Morgan! Almark cheers with his heart.

But Morgan's face looks pretty bitter.

"Keep their eyes on us."

It takes some time, but anyway....

Ohhhhhhh ~

Suddenly, the clerk's hand reached in front of both of them and the plate of the meal was lowered.

Morgan opened his eyes in surprise.

The focus was broken, and the voices gathered on the table burst out.

The last fragment reached both ears just before it could be played.

"Wendy, if those guys over there kill my daughter, this job is over."