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

Morgen, of a nostalgic character, was able to quickly crack it down with his servants.

Almark, on the contrary, was worried that he would be afraid and neglected about himself.

At the time of the raid, however, all the servants had taken refuge on the fourth floor with Wendy, and no one had actually seen the battle between Almark and the mercenaries, most of whom, not sure what the situation was, thought that the person on guard would have fallen to confer with the mercenaries.

The two kids, along with Wendy's made fakes, must have magically helped with that, a degree of recognition.

It was such a more common sense idea than to think that all the mercenaries bent on being defeated by an 11-year-old, etc.

Those who knew exactly what was going on also seemed to be well included in Ward and never behaved strangely towards Almark.

Something like that happened, and Almark, though not as natural as Morgen, gradually broke it down with his servants.

Wendy was initially very grumpy, coupled with a loss of magic, which worried Ward and Almark, but she was feeling better after the day, and a few days later, she was able to take a walk through the courtyard.

The Almarks decided to stay by Wendy as best they could when they had time, also with strong demands from Ward.

Even that day, Almark was strolling in the courtyard with Wendy.

Though located a lot further north than Norc Island, summer sunlight in the south is still tough on Almark.

"It's hot today."

Wendy nodded in a broad hat by the sun as Almark looked up into the sky.

"Yeah. But there's a little sign of autumn mixed up in the wind"

"Oh, I guess so"

Almark doesn't know.

It's the same summer breeze for him as it was until yesterday.

"Yeah, just a little bit. Every year, I miss this time of year a little, but this year is extraordinary."

Wendy looked at Almark. I was laughing, but there was a look.

"... Today, what about Morgen?

"Oh, Morgen would've gotten along with Mr. Millet about the city's breakfast tournament."

Almark named a servant in a very similar shape as if he were Morgen's distant brother of the year.

"Morgen really gets along with people very quickly."

Wendy laughs when she dulls.

"Right. I think that one in Morgen is a talent. I can't really imitate it."

Almark nodded.

Then, silence flows for a while. The two walk slowly.

Unexpectedly, Wendy looked straight at Almark.

"... your father."

"Yeah."

"I've solved all the harassment cases, too, so he said come back to Galentre. He wants us to live together for the rest of our vacation."

"Good for you."

That was also known to Almark thinly.

As I begin to help the servants, it becomes possible to anticipate in advance the general things that will take place in this hall if we look at the movements of the Wards.

Both Almark and Morgen knew these days that preparations were under way for a journey support for Wendy.

We just discussed last night that it's time for us to go home.

But Wendy doesn't smile on Almark's face, although she snorts, yeah.

"But if you do, you'll both go back to college."

"Well, you know what?"

When Almark nods, Wendy looks dark.

"... I don't want you to go home"

"Huh?

"I don't want you two to go home"

"'Cause Wendy's going to Galentre, isn't she?

"That's right..."

Wendy drops her shoulders snugly.

Almark doesn't know Wendy's true intentions.

"You want us to come with you to Galentore?

"Not..."

Wendy, I can't tell you.

"... yeah"

and try to hammer him, but Wendy never shows signs of talking out.

Troubled Almark turns to Wendy and says it as if it were time to tell Sicily.

"Wendy, if you say so, me and Morgen will listen to anything you can. But you don't know what you're trying to say. There's nothing you can do. Can you be clear?"

Then, for some reason, Wendy blushed.

Almark doesn't know why.

"Wendy?"

Encouraging, Wendy turned down and finally said in a small voice.

"... with you two, somewhere..."

"Huh? Sorry, I can't hear you very well"

Wendy repeats just a little louder than earlier.

"... you two and I want to go play somewhere"

"Oh, you mean that?

When Almark says it unexpectedly, Wendy says it quickly to raise her bright red face and excuse herself.

"'Cause I can't believe that happened right after the two of you got here, and when I finally got better, I already came to Galentre. I haven't done anything fun with you two yet. I had so much to do because you two were here."

I even weep a little as I say with my face red.

Wendy's side as one ordinary girl who has behaved like a warlord of the Bar Herb family.

And you're more familiar with Almark and Morgen, Wendy at the Nork School of Magic.

Almark remembered the feeling that Wendy, who had somehow felt far away since coming here, had come down near him again.

I like Almark, since the first time I met him, and I know Wendy very well.

"Sure, sure."

When Almark answered that, an unexpectedly strong wind blew and Wendy's hat danced to the universe.

"Ah."

When Wendy raised her voice, Almark was jumping lightly to catch the hat.

Laughing, Almark says again as he hands his hat to Wendy.

"Let's go play the three of us tomorrow. What do you want?

Wendy sees Almark's face.

Tears accumulated in my eyes reflected on the summer sun, glittering.

"We all want to ride horses and go to picnics!

"Fine. Let's have Mr. Sedal make lunch for the three of us."

Wendy erupted when Almark gave the name of the mansion's cock length.

"We're both too familiar here."

When I finally saw Wendy laughing at me, Almark's heart also lightened.