Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

1st grade

One morning.

As Almark walks from the dorm to the school building,

"Almark"

and a voice was called from behind.

Looking back, a boy one minute younger than Almark looked up at Almark.

Hello, Eldo.

"Are you going to school now?"

Oh, yeah.

"Now you can use some magic."

"No, not yet...."

"Not yet. Are you sure you're still in third grade?

The name of this dreary boy is Eldo. I'm a first-year student in elementary school.

Ah, it's Al Mark.

Another girl, as small as Eldo, caught up with the description that she was still wearing a robe rather than a robe.

Morning, Sicily.

When Almark greets, Sicily

"Good evening."

Say hello to someone who didn't want to.

"Sicily, he can't use magic on anything yet."

Eldo just said that to Sicily, and Sicily turned her eyebrows into eight characters.

"Well, that's right. Poor thing. I can't believe you can't use a single piece of magic in the third grade of Magic Academy."

and he's worried about shooting me in the middle of what Almark cares about.

They met when Almark asked Dr. Fear to attend a first-year meditation class.

They both somehow liked Al Mark and somehow talked to him, and it was no longer a meditation lesson. It cannot be blamed on these two that Almark was kicked out of class.

At that time, Almark was officially certified by the two, and Nelson and Morgan laughed every time they saw him, because he talked to him like an elder every time he saw him at school or in a dorm.

"Encourage yourself, Almark. We've just begun to learn the magic of fog."

"Sicily, there was a little water vapor coming out of my hand in the last lesson."

"I feel like I'm about to wrap up the area with fog. I plan to train in the woods after school again today. Almark, the foundation of magic is meditation. Try not to give up on us."

The tone of Dr. Illmis makes Almark laugh. You must be old enough to be a teacher.

"Ah, thank you...."

Walking with a first-year student really slows down the pace because of the stride. More and more other students walk behind me. If you don't know a student, it's still good, but it's really awkward if your classmates see you like this.

In fact, Leila passed by Almark with an ice-free expression.

When Almark thought it was time to say goodbye to the two of them and speed up their walk, he heard a ridiculous laugh from behind.

Looking back, the torque was catching up with Garaine and Deg.

Good morning, torque.

When Almark greets, the torque does not answer it.

"You kids have had a tough morning amulet."

Talk to Eldo and Sicily, not to Almark.

"No, it's not."

and Eldo answers clearly.

"He's a poor guy who can't use any magic yet. I want you to tell me all about it."

Yeah, okay, and as they nodded, the torque ran past Almark with a bite of a laugh.

"... is Almark being fooled in his class?

After the torques got much smaller, Eldo said.

"No, it's not."

Almark answers, but Eldo and Sicily face each other.

"We have to get along."

"Yeah, those third-graders seemed mean. Almark seems to be poor in the same class as those people. People who don't follow anything."

and as much as you like.

It's a big favor, but I can't help it because I can see that they like me. Even now, they bothered to wait until the torques stopped hearing us.

"If anything happens, tell us."

Almark nodded with a smile.

After that, it was after school for a while.

Almark turned down Professor Illmis and went to the woods to pick herbs for next week's class.

It's not long before class is over. The days are still high. I always went straight to meditation training as soon as class was over, so walking the path to the forest at this time is fresh.

As you watch first-year students cheer up and run around, second-year and third-year students form circles in groups and discuss things in places of their own desire, and practice magic, you approach the forest.

As we approach the woods, the shadows will be sparse. In addition, if you enter the forest, there will be a group of students in the creeks and rags.

"... hmm?

Almark noticed a small figure running from the woods. That's....

"Sicily?

It is Sicily, a first-year student, who runs desperately, shaking her small body.

Sicily, what's going on?

When Almark called out, Sicily's face, which recognized him, twisted slightly. A large tear spills out of his eyes.

Almark rushes over to her and asks.

"What's the matter? What happened?"

Sicily snorts and desperately tries to convey something, but it's not a good word.

"Eldo... Eldo..."

"Calm down, Sicily. What's wrong with Eldo?"