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

Terror.

"Almark."

Morgen says in tears.

"I've never seen you cry before. Even strong people like you can cry."

For the first time since he was told that, Almark realized that his tears were zero before he realized it from his own eyes.

"... I don't know either. Why are you crying?"

Almark muddled his tears rampantly.

"If I'd listened to Mr. Ward, I wouldn't know why."

"It's bad that my way of saying it was roundabout. I'm sorry to hear that. Be respectful of both of you."

Press and hold that Ward bows his head again, that Almark and Morgen are both, please stop.

"We're fine. Mr. Ward, it's going to be tough."

"You did. There's a pile of things you have to do."

Now we're busy, and when Ward tried to get back to work, Almark remembered one thing he had to ask Ward to do.

All this time, I've been wondering what to do, but the first fear I just felt made Almark make a decision.

"... Mr. Ward, I have a favor to ask you"

"What should I be?"

Ward looks back.

Almark still hesitated a little, then finally pushed the word out.

"... could you lay low that I'm the one who killed those mercenaries"

Ward looked surprised.

"... and say"

"If I could... the guards would have slashed me. I want Wendy to keep it a secret."

I'm sorry for the unsolicited favor, and Almark bows his head.

Ward kept quiet for a while and thought about it.

"... If the guards were to have slaughtered them, let us also give thicker consideration to the families of the dead, which is gratifying. I don't mind..."

Ward asks, curiously.

"Even to the lady... is it"

"... Yes"

Almark nods.

I don't want anyone to kill me. With one heart, Wendy kept exercising her magic until she fell.

Meanwhile, Almark killed eight people tonight alone.

Will Wendy accept that fact?

Until earlier, very simply, I thought you would accept.

But just now, Ward's, the fear I felt when I heard the word you were horrible.

Fear felt for the first time, completely different in quality from fear on the battlefield.

Besides, Almark had been beaten.

Wendy will understand.

That's what I thought. That's what I believed.

But.

Hello, in case.

If Wendy tells me it's horrible.

If Wendy sees me with eyes like she sees a monster.

I can't stand it.

Ward nodded quietly as he stared at Almark's expression.

"Yes, I did. Let's keep this a secret. I will be thorough with my servants."

"Thank you"

Ward shook his head as Almark lowered his head.

"Oh, my God, this is happening. I'd rather thank you from here if you could put it in the hands of the dead."

"No, I'm selfish."

Ward continued to fear Almark.

"Come and be ashamed of your origins"

He was put on a painful spot, and Almark nagged.

Ward looked at Almark like he saw something painful.

"Human beings in the south know nothing about mercenaries in the north. Everyone, like me, only knows to such an extent that they can't even call it knowledge… You've had a lot of bad feelings."

Ward continues with a gentle voice.

"It wasn't a good way for me to put it either. I felt a strong sense of awe in the power of Lord Almark, which was not in the south, but I had no feelings of contempt. If that's how you feel, I apologize."

It's not, Almark wanted to say, but I couldn't put it into words well.

No matter who else scorns me, I don't care about that.

That doesn't make me deny my father a mercenary.

Just not for Wendy.

I just don't want Wendy to hate me.

Ward encouraged his voice, as if he had read Almark's feelings.

"There is only one thing you can trust in your daughter, Lord Almark. I'm sure the lady will understand."

That, too, I know.

Almark thought.

Wendy is such a sweet kid.

Knowing that Almark is the son of a mercenary and has slaughtered many people would not change his attitude.

But.