Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

Cold winds blow in the northern earth.

Almark was driving the meadow.

is holding a loyal dagger in his hand and wearing thick tanned leather armor that is dyed black on his body.

Dozens of his companions were dressed the same.

And there was a group of enemies ahead of them running like wolves at incredible speed.

The group, riding on a giant horse and hardened with heavy iron armor, showed no reaction to the advance of the Al Marks.

As the enemy approached him, Almark shouted a hot roll that seemed too hot for him. Together, my allies will raise their stakes.

It was that moment.

All of a sudden, the grass beneath Al Mark's feet moved as if it were willful and tangled with his feet.

For the first time, the enemy generals reacted to them when they were deprived of their legs.

An amazing eye in the back of a helmet, staring at Al Mark. Almark knew him. Zale Interceptor Mercenary Corps "Iron Knight“ Marismog. A man who stood up to everything and never fell.

"Cut it!!

Maris Moog screamed. As soon as that happened, a group of horses approached Al Mark with fury. Almark desperately tries to move his feet, but the grass keeps twitching. The leading Marismog is already in front of us. A giant spear is shaken.

"Ugh, move!!

Almark woke up with his voice.

The sun has just risen through the window.

He jumped reflectively, searched for his favorite dagger by hand, fell out of bed, and finally remembered his present situation.

"That's right... this is Nork Magic Academy..."

Stand up and scratch your head, then grab your dagger.

I remember the scenery I dreamed of.

This is a real experience that Almark tasted.

In fact, the distance from Marismog was not as close as in a dream, and as soon as the movement was sealed, the cavalry under my father's command jumped in from the side, so it didn't matter.

Later, my friends told me that it was magic. The Zaire Interceptor Mercenaries used to hire magicians at the time.

Speaking of which, Almark thought it was the first magic he'd actually seen.

My father was less obsessed with superstition and zinks, but he hated the fact that the magic Almark first encountered was trying to take his life.

He told his men many times to throw away the one with the wand and the one wearing the robe first.

After that, Almark doesn't remember much about the course of the war.

Almark slowly pulled out his sword. Looking at the blunt light of the used sword with countless blade spills, my mind gradually calmed down.

Touching the small protrusion on the tip of the sheath with your fingers gave a faint, crispy sound and a small red pendant appeared.

Shetina... looks like Almark's mother.

My father initially lowered it from my neck, but I was afraid it would disappear in the middle of repeated dangers, and I created a place to craft and put it into my sheath myself.

Because I thought it was the closest thing to my life.

I thought it was time for me to die when I lost my sword.

Throughout the peril of death, Almark certainly felt protected by this pendant.

Impossible luck.

Without it, we would not have reached this far.

Father's dagger and mother's pendant. Almark has always been protected by these two.

"We're here. Dad... mom"

There was a rattling noise.

I opened the door and Jed came in.

"Good morning, did you sleep well?... wow, you've got a lot of stuff."

"Ah, good morning, Mr. Zide."

Almark quickly threw the pendant into the sheath cache and put the sword away.