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

Last day of vacation.

Almark had recently meditated on his favorite, sitting on a rock halfway down the road from the school building to the woods.

Once the class started, this would also be a place for many students to go after school, so they wouldn't be able to meditate or anything, but during their few vacations, it was just the right place to focus their spirit.

In the end, Leila never had dinner with the three more after that, and neither did the Almarks speak.

You were like me when I was new to this school.

Almark reminds me of Leila.

A few months ago I didn't know what magic was and was just in a hurry to chase down other students.

Layla was in a hurry, as if she were Almark back then, as she scored top of the grade.

Almark did not imitate what would be scattered around him with it, but Leila also seemed annoyed by the fact that she was not in the same hurry around her.

There are definitely high goals. Layla is on her way there.

But..., Almark thinks.

... Let's not.

I reconsider and shake my head.

I can't even use one of the magic. It's not what I'm saying.

Almark concentrated his spirit.

Sink the Leila thing you've been thinking about, Bo, to the bottom of your consciousness.

Now I was just so aware that I could shake off the clutter and concentrate.

In a clear consciousness, think only of practicing magic.

I can see the quality of magic in me gradually increasing.

I feel like I'm saying that magic can be anything.

Come on, give me a shape.

I think that's what they say.

Almost there.

Almark speaks in his heart to his magic.

Just a little more patience.

Unexpectedly, the concentration was interrupted.

Feel someone's sign, open your eyes.

In front of me, Wendy was smiling.

"Wendy."

Unexpectedly speaking.

"Sorry to interrupt."

To Wendy's words, Almark shakes his head.

"You were home."

"Yeah."

Wendy nods and sits down next to Almark.

"... beautiful magic"

That's what I say, look at Almark, smile.

"Morgen says he's always been here lately."

"Yeah. I can concentrate a lot here."

Answering, Almark looked right at Wendy again.

"... Looking good"

"Yeah."

Wendy stood up and spread her hands in front of Almark.

"Almark's right, I left all the heavy stuff behind."

That's what I said, turn around and show you.

"I don't know.... me as I am."

I want you to come home with the Wendy as it is.

Words Almark said to Wendy when breaking up at the winter mansion.

Wendy remembered me.

To tell the truth, there was still some shadow in Wendy's expression, and I also found him still behaving somewhat impossibly and brightly in front of Almark.

But that's normal.

It's not that easy to crack things up, and Wendy's a kid who cares about everything.

Even I still drag on being the son of a mercenary.

Forget it, he told me, yes, I forgot, there's no way I can do that.

But including that, Wendy, who's still trying to laugh.

Wendy trying to move on.

That's it.

"Yeah, it's definitely you as it is. Wendy."

Almark answered and smiled.

"Welcome back, Wendy. It's good to see you again."

I meant it.

As soon as I saw Wendy's face, I could see my chest pounding.

"Me too. I missed Almark sooner."

That's what Wendy laughed happily.