The story of the son of the mercenary in the north enrolling in the magic school in the south

As soon as Almark ran to fly into the woods, he broke the branch of the nearby tree at an affordable length. One swing at each other to see how it feels. Is it better than a round waist?

"Hey, wait!

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

"Torque! Why are you here?"

Torque chases him to Almark, holding his breath haha.

"Your forelegs are fine, damn it."

Poison and then stare at Almark.

"The demons are out, so I'll take them down? Why don't you get me a teacher? Don't be silly."

Torque tells Almark to leave the sweat on his forehead intact.

"Did you think I'd freak out when you heard about the demon? Did you think I'd rush to get a teacher? Don't fuck with me. If you say that a junior classmate has been exposed to demons, you can't use a single piece of magic, you don't know much about the path of this forest, you can leave it to yourself, etc."

Almark looked at the torque with the eye of seeing something unexpected.

"You take it that way."

But torque, and go on.

"You can be proud, but pride won't protect you to your life."

Torque, uh, shakes his head small.

"You have no idea."

Aristocratic pride?

Almark remembered the battle of the knights in the North. Right, mercenaries don't know what it's like to be a knight.

"Okay, then let's go. You're gonna follow me. You're gonna have to protect yourself."

"Unplug it. It's my dialogue."

The two ran out again.

"Where do I go? Do I have a star?"

When Torque asks out of breath, Almark answers, by contrast, with little disturbance in his breath.

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

"Are you nuts?"

Torque throws up.

"I'm glad I'm here after all. Can such an ambiguity find that it took five days? The forest here is deep, and there are many paths there."

"Right. You got a good idea?

"It's near the other primitive for the guys of the year to practice magic. If I could pick up footprints from there..."

"All right, let's do it"

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

"Oh, wait!... Damn, my legs don't!

When Torque finally chased him to Almark, Almark had already picked up one bag with the original.

"It's Eldo's."

Saying, Almark points to the ground. There were footprints there that clearly did not belong to people.

"Just as I thought. Sicily watched properly. I was scared, I'm a big girl."

"What?"

Torque asks, holding his breath.

"From Sicily's story, and from this footprint, the demon is probably Jarranon for sure. It's an evil ghost living in the woods. Sometimes they attack people and eat if they feel like it. But now there's hope."

"... what do you mean"

"Jarranon prefers fresh meat. I have the habit of taking my prey back to the nest and then killing it. I mean, I'm sure Eldo's still alive."

Seeing Almark calmly speaking as he looks at his footprints, with a face with a rugged torque.

"You're familiar with demons."

"I didn't like it and learn more about it. To live."

With that said, Almark ran out looking in his footsteps.

"Let's put on the stirrups by dark. Over here."

"Oh, wait, wait! Don't run out on your own, savage!

After I say that, whoa, hold my mouth.

"I don't have one right now. Damn, use your head for a second. It must be the magician next to you!

Saying, Torque moved his fingers of both hands intricately, as if playing an instrument. It's a very unimaginable and delicate move from what I usually say and do.

Then the footprints of the demon left on the ground began to emit a pale yellow light.

"This is..."

"I colored the smell of demons. This would have made it easier to chase. Come on, let's go!