Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

North Wind

The next day, despite a good weather holiday, someone knocked on Almark's room, where he endured lying on his bed and resting.

"Yes"

When I opened the door, Wendy stood with many textbooks.

"Almark, you said you had to stay in your room all day today. If so, I wonder if it's a refresher for class."

"Eh... okay? It's Wendy's holiday."

Almark asked surprisingly, but Wendy repeatedly waved her hand and said it was okay.

After all, Wendy's kindness prompted her to take a closer look at her studies.

The two of us move to the dormitory chat room and start studying.

That's right, she's the only girl in the class who's good at it, and she answers almost anything she asks. Almark was in the middle of nowhere to wonder if Wendy was good or if his questions were too low.

We both ate lunch in the cafeteria and started studying again.

Until evening, Wendy was well aware of Almark's study.

I leave my textbook and have a little chat for the rest of my time.

Wendy told me a lot about the school, but when the conversation broke down, Almark asked Wendy why he was so kind to himself. It seemed too kind to be just a classmate in the next seat.

Wendy looked at me like she was in trouble for a while.

Eventually, like you decided.

"Mr. Almark, what do you think of your current class?

and asked.

"I don't know....."

"There's a difference between a child with a surname and a child without one."

"Ahh....."

I understood what she was saying.

If you borrow Wendy's way of saying "a child with a surname" in your current class, there are four children of nobility. Wendy, Torque, Leila, and Wallis.

All the other students, including the two surrounding torques, are "children without surnames", that is, civilians.

"One pair and three pairs have about half the number of children with a surname. That's why the torque doesn't seem to like me being put into the civilian class."

"But this academy..."

Almark asked if it had anything to do with nobility or civilians. It's about the children of the mercenaries in the north who don't get into the regular market.

"Yeah, it doesn't matter. Of course, there are many things you can do if you step out of school, but there is no discrimination between teachers in the school, and I think I should do the same. But some people aren't funny. A child with a surname is better than a child without a surname. They say it should only be a school for children with a surname. Some people think so."

"... of course, those four are the best in the class."

Almark nodded.

It supports the theory that noble children are better than noble ones, whether it is the difference in literacy or the difference in pride.

Wendy nodded and chewed her lips with regret.

"Especially when the torque tends to be that strong. He has always been a very strong speaker... The children without a surname actually shrivel and ask about the complexion of the children with a surname. I don't like it. Identity means nothing to me before the power of magic. That's why I wanted to change my class. I've always thought so. But I couldn't do anything myself. But, Almark, when you first came in the other day...."

Wendy smiled.

"When you first came to this college, you didn't know anyone, but you couldn't use magic at all, and it didn't atrophy at all. I didn't seem anxious at all. Remember? With a confident face, straight eyes, looking around the classroom, and me and you."

"Ahh....."

I remember seeing Wendy and getting laughed at.

"I thought about it then. There's a great kid here. Maybe this kid will change the class."

Wendy fell ashamed of my own assumptions. There was tears in the eyes.

"That's why I wanted you to help me blend into my class as quickly as possible.... I told you a strange story."

Oh, it's like a bad torque. Wendy said quickly, lying down, "Oh, there's something I can see."

Sure, it was a strange story, or Almark didn't have the hair to change his current class.

Because in the first place, all I had to do was get to class.

However, seeing Wendy lying down with her face turned red, Almark suddenly felt a feeling she had never felt before.

It was only for a moment, but Almark felt a tingling in his chest and was confused.

He hastily quickly replaced it with a somewhat familiar feeling… a feeling of gratitude.

I have had this child take care of me a lot until today. I owe this child. [M] I have to repay the favor.

Mm-hmm.

The somewhat exaggerated words surprised Almark.

I felt the cold wind of the northern earth blowing through Almark's body.

"If you can't repay my gratitude, stop being a mercenary."

My father said one day. Mercenaries cherish duty. Because betrayal always leads directly to death.

Looking at Wendy's tears, Al Mark's heart was revived by the brutal heart of the mercenaries of the north, who had been forgotten for days.

Beginning is the key to fighting.

I hear my father's voice. You're still being licked by someone who makes women cry. Hit him first before you tone him up. The words nod in your heart.

"Wendy, you certainly had martial arts class tomorrow."

Eh?

Suddenly, Wendy nodded confused.

Yeah, I do.

I see.

Almark seemed to have come up with something.

"Almark, this is your first martial arts class."

Don't call me Almark now, Wendy. While feeling the fierce force that was once used on his body, Almark thought.

"You can call me Almark. That's better."

It reminds me of the old days.

Wendy couldn't help but notice Almark's unexpected rough smile as if she had seen something she shouldn't.

"I'll thank you for today tomorrow."