Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

Gizalte, who fell on the ground, was fortunate enough to penetrate the implant without much injury.

"Shit."

When you poison and roll out of the implant, you get up quickly. My body still moves without problems.

Place the sword in the waist sheath and re-hold the girl's neck with your left hand.

Probably not for Delaney and the others. My men were wiped out.

But it served its purpose.

You can gather your men again. All we have to do is retreat.

Looking at the walls of the Mansion, I noticed the discomfort of my left hand for the first time as I ran two or three steps.

The girl's neck that she had turned into a broken vase.

"Stupid."

Almark jumped in front of Gizalte's dazed eyes.

Land beautifully and return to Gizalte.

You're the only one left.

Almark said that it didn't matter to Gizalte what she understood.

What the hell are you doing, kid?

Almark looks back on his ugly, distorted expression of anger.

I'm not gonna let you kill her. I'm not gonna let you kill her.

Gizalte realizes that she was all dancing on the palm of this child.

"Fuck you."

Gizarte threw the vase at Almark's feet.

Fragments of the cobbled vase scatter, but Almark doesn't try to avoid it.

"You parents and children are plague gods to me. Damn it, it's my parents and my kids."

Reminds me of the playful song that was circulated in the north.

"... watch out for Black Wolf Gerus. There's a fang in the shadow...."

It's about my dad.

Almark says.

The mighty Black Wolf Cavalry.

There was always a lieutenant Raise in the shadow of Captain Gerus, who led the main force.

"Raise had a hidden fang."

Gizalte said.

Almark with a strange face snuggled his chin.

I'm talking about you.

There was a scary kid at the end.

The moment I realized that my neck was fake, there was blood on my head, but Gizarte had already begun to calmly calculate.

From now on, it's impossible to go and kill the lady of interest again.

I don't know where the real thing is hiding, and besides this kid, there's a magician kid I don't know.

This request has failed.

I made another wrong choice.

But...

Gizalte thinks.

It's not just death and equals.

"... you're not gonna let me go, are you?

"You're not going to surrender, are you?

On the contrary, I will ask you back.

"Nothing"

"Then you can't let him escape. I'll get rid of her anxiety."

"... then your life is the life I should take."

Gizalte threw out her waist sword.

Priority should be given above all to one's life. You can't protect this kid unless you kill him.

"I'll guess."

Gizalte. There's no shortage. "

Gizarte feels uncomfortable with Almark's words.

"I didn't name you."

Not like a warrior like Delan. I don't name my enemies by their street names.

Why are you calling me by my name?

"I know."

Almark answers.

"I think I know your name if you're a mercenary in the north. My father told me the story of your blood mercenaries."

Ha.

Gizalte smiled bitterly.

"Bad behavior. That's what I thought."

"But my father admitted to you. At least as a warrior, as a mercenary."

Almark's words were ironic depending on how he heard them, but the tone sounded sincere.

"So mercenary Gizalte. I will defeat you with respect."

"Wow, what an honor..."

Gizarte scratched his head and smiled bitterly.

It really doesn't suck.

A mindset completely incompatible with Gizalte.

But I didn't feel surprised or offended that this incredibly talented boy would say so with a serious face.

"Now, burn it in your eyes before you die. A mercenary from the north, Gizalte.

Gizalte took a slow step, and Almark stood up with a dagger to match it.