Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

The sun passed in such a short time.

School has a day off on the tenth.

The day before Almark's first holiday to the academy.

Today is also a magic practice class.

Arrange in the magic practice hall as usual and wait for the teacher.

Illmis comes in and class begins. At first, it was the magic of lights.

Everyone lights a flame in their hands. Stable and gentle light comes into the hands of the students.

Almark, who had only seen everyone's magic in the magic practice class, started meditating as he watched everyone.

I haven't learned anything but meditation from Ilmis yet.

However, if you extract the essence of the advice he has received so far, the essence of magic is the so-called image.

How can you transform the magic inside you into something else? It was thought that such a thing would happen.

Express the magic of the lamp, that is, the magic inside your body, as a small flame on the palm of your hand.

Almark meditates, gently pointing his right palm up and lighting the flame.

Lights. Small lights.

Focus the image.

But there is no change in the right hand.

No, it's not going to work.

Almark opened his eyes.

The lesson moves on to the next magic.

Today is the practice of wind magic.

A technique that allows the wind to blow from the entire staff.

It's not an attack technique, so slowly blow a gentle breeze. From there, the wind gradually strengthens to the point where the branches of the tree groan violently.

Almark also saw that each student was not good at magic.

Norish, who struggled so hard with stone carving, is now alive and gentle with breeze.

Conversely, the torque suddenly causes a strong wind to blow, drawing attention from the illumination.

Wendy and Leila perform all magic perfectly well. They appear to be on the opposite side of the spectrum, but their magical talents seem to be reversing.

Morgan seems to be struggling with the wind. The strength of the wind is not stable.

It looks like a stone carving technique, and there is a big difference between how magic is used and how images are used. Almark thought so, looking at his classmates' strengths.

I wondered what Wallis was doing, and Almark looked at the blonde boy.

Almark hasn't said a word to Wallis, a classmate.

I was not introduced to myself as a class member.

I tried to speak to him from Almark, but he left the scene with a very natural feeling.

He appeared to be consciously avoiding Almark.

Anyway, it didn't seem like it was cold for anyone, but rather it seemed that other classmates relied on it and admired it.

Wendy didn't hesitate to tell me, "If anything happens, I'll talk to Wallis and we'll figure it out."

Morgan had previously told me that Wallis was also a noble child, but Almark didn't ask for his last name at that time.

In fact, Almark was desperate to get to class and couldn't care less about Wallis.

That's why I've never spoken to him before.

It turns out that Wallis is probably doing something different than other students. But I didn't know what it was.

Almark gently stepped down to a place where the wind could not reach everyone and closed his eyes with his cane on the floor.

Let's try the magic of the lamp again.

From the beginning of meditation practice, the image was much clearer than before. The image of magic flowing through the body is also specific.

Turn your right hand upwards and imagine a small flame in the space just above your hand.

The magic flowing from your body gathers in your right hand, and it becomes a small flame. Keep the flames on the spot until they disappear.....

There was a flame on Almark's hand.

It was a faint and unstable flame, but the magical flame undoubtedly lit up his palm.

"I did it... I did it"

It must be the fruit of everyday meditation. I was able to succeed faster than I thought.

Almark raised his face in search of Illmis.

Ilumis was just advising another student and didn't look at him.

It's my first magic. [M]

Almark looked carefully at the small flame.

It was then.

Unexpectedly, the flame swayed a lot.

Almark seemed to see a flame sinking in his hand.

You can feel the magic inside your body being sucked up by the flame at once.

Eh, what is this...

At the moment of Almark's confusion, the flame swelled up like an explosion, and a large flame post rose from Almark's hand to the ceiling.

Suddenly, there is a loud scream, but Almark's vision is blocked by an erupting flame and he can't see anything.

The screams of Norish and Lilty.

Torque rage.

Wendy's "Mr. Almark! Sad cry."

Among the various voices, Iris's little whisper clearly reached Almark's ear.

That's why I told you.

Almark lost consciousness in a sensation of being squeezed out of his body.