Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

As soon as Almark ran into the woods flying, he broke the branch of the nearby tree at an affordable length. Hiu, wave to see how it feels. Is it better than a full waist?

"Hey, wait!

Turning to the voice behind him, the torque was running out of breath.

Torque! Why are you here?

The torque catches up with Almark, holding his breath.

"My forefoot's okay, damn it."

Look at Almark after poisoning him.

"Am I going to defeat the monster? You want me to get you a teacher? Don't fuck with me."

The torque stays on the sweat on your forehead, telling Almark.

"Did you think I was scared when you heard it was a monster? You think I'm gonna go get my teacher in a hurry? Don't lick me. If a junior student is taken by a monster, I can't use one more magic, I barely know the path of this forest, can I leave it to you alone?"

Almark saw the torque with his eyes on something unexpected.

"That's how you take it."

But the torque keeps going.

"It's okay to be proud, but pride doesn't protect your life."

Torque, uh, shake your neck small.

You don't know.

Aristocratic pride.

Almark remembered how the knights fought in the north. Well, mercenaries don't know what a knight feels like.

"All right, then let's go. As soon as you follow me, you'll have to protect yourself."

"Pull it out. It's my line."

The two ran out again.

"Where do I go? Do I have eyes?"

When asked with the torque running out of breath, Almark, in contrast, answers with little disturbance.

"There is no monster nest in the shallow forest where students can go. That means, as far back as possible in the woods....."

"Stupid."

Torque throws up.

"I'm glad I came. Can you find such an ambiguity that it took five days? The woods are deep in here, and there are plenty of ways to get there."

I see. Do you have a good idea?

"They practice magic for a year near the raw one over there. If you can pick up a trail from there....."

"All right, let's go."

Almark turns around and runs up the ramp without slowing down at all.

"Ah, wait!... damn it, my feet!

When the torque finally caught up with Almark, Almark was already picking up one bag in its entirety.

It's Eldo's.

Almark pointed to the ground. There were obviously no human footprints left.

"Exactly what I thought. Sicily had a good look. I was scared, I was a big boy."

"What is it?"

The torque asks as he breathes.

"From Sicily's story, and from this footprint, perhaps the monster is Jalanon. An evil demon living in the woods. Sometimes you attack people and eat them if you are willing. But now there's hope."

"... what do you mean?"

"Jalanon likes fresh meat. I have the habit of taking my prey back to the nest and killing it. I mean, Eldo must still be alive."

Almark talks calmly while looking at his footprints, looking at his torque with a steep face.

You know monsters.

"I don't like it and I don't like it. To live."

That said, Almark ran out looking at his footprints.

"Let's apply the curtain before dark. This way."

"Oh, wait, wait! Don't run off on your own, barbarian!

After saying that, I hold my mouth down.

"I don't have it now. Shit, use your head a little bit. The magician will be next to you!

That said, the torque complicated the fingers of both hands as if they were playing an instrument. It's a delicate move that you can't imagine from your usual behavior.

Then the monster's footprints on the ground began to emit a pale yellow light.

"This is...."

"I colored the smell of monsters. This will make it easier to follow. Come on, let's go!