EP.123 The road to the north (1)
One hot summer day.
“Thank you everyone for your hard work.”
There were some funny happenings, but students are approaching the end of the semester, the end of the semester. Some students leave Aplia with excitement, while others return to their dormitories to pack their bags.
“Lark is going to his hometown this time?”
“I guess so. “I have to show results to the warriors, so I think I’ll go on vacation and come back.”
Lark was also one of them.
Of course, Lark himself does not pack. The maids from the Central Academic Building and the butlers from the North who have arrived are tidying up Lark’s room. Lark just sat in the lobby on the first floor and chatted with him and his classmates.
Meanwhile, the butlers continued to alternate between the lobby and the stairs. The students watching this inadvertently muttered.
“It may be surprising, but Lark is also a noble…”
“hmm?”
“Ugh, it’s just something a little unfamiliar.”
As I watch Lark being taken in by the butlers, I feel a strange sense of unfamiliarity. Would you say you feel a sense of distance? Students who have become close friends with Lark for a semester have truly new feelings.
‘Well, Lark is the son of the Grand Duke of the North, Prince…’
Prince Lark.
It feels like words that don’t really fit together have been forced together. The students tilt their heads with mysterious expressions.
‘···It was Confucius who came into being.’
It’s hard to make a connection because of his barbarian mentality and warrior-like body, but if we look at his appearance alone, Lark falls into the category of handsome men. If he keeps his mouth shut, he looks like a sturdy young man from an aristocratic family.
“Lark, would you mind not saying anything for a moment?”
“···?”
“Just make a serious face for once.”
Lark did as he was told.
“If you brush your hair like this…”
“oh···.”
The students are secretly amazed.
Where has the muscle-brained barbarian gone, and a handsome man with a sharp appearance is taking his place? For some reason, students inadvertently keep their distance because of the unfamiliarity. At that sight, Lark tilted his head and opened his mouth.
“What does this mean? My jaw hurts. “It feels like my eyes are pulling too.”
“Ah, this is how it should be.”
“What on earth do you mean…?”
As they were flirting like that, the butler who was organizing Lark’s room opened his mouth.
“Master Rak, the arrangement has been roughly completed. “Can I send this letter to the Lord of the White Magic Tower?”
“Oh, yes, I would appreciate it.”
Lark nods and stands up.
“Then we’ll see you next semester.”
“Yes, have a nice trip, Lark.”
Lark leaves the dormitory as his classmates see him off.
As I swallow the blazing sunlight and hot air, I find myself longing for the cool land of my hometown.
A land in the far north.
It was time to return to the hometown where I was born and raised.
2.
The north where snow and wind blow.
There is a huge tower located between rugged snowy mountains. The people of the north called the pure white tower, which at first glance was indistinguishable from the snowy mountain, the Magic Tower.
A tower like pure white snow.
Unlike other magic towers concentrated near the capital, this tower is located in the north, far away from the royal capital. A tower that shares the history and beginnings of the Grace family, the owners of the North.
One of the magic towers that inherits five colors.
Cradle of pure elements, White Magic Tower.
If you stand on the top floor of the white magic tower and look down, you can see the northern landscape at a glance. A vast snowy field. There is something about the sight of steep canyons and snowy mountains that touches the heart just by looking at it.
-It’s a superb view.
-It’s a scene like a painting.
Outsiders who visit Magic Tower are amazed every time they see the scenery, saying it is a superb view. Just by looking at it, I feel like a corner of my heart has opened up.
“Hmm.”
There is a person who lives and sees that scenery every day.
The woman living at the highest point of the White Magic Tower hums and smiles. She is far from the kind and elegant smile shown to the magicians under her.
The owner of the White Magic Tower.
Sally DeBella.
She stretched out her arms, smiling like a mischievous child. She then raised her index finger and gently traced the circuit engraved on her wall.
Keying.
What was touched was the communication circuit.
The direction of communication is the same as always.
-···What’s happening again?
Soon, a voice echoes throughout the office. The projected screen shows the face of a wizard with a tired look.
Sally smiled as she looked at that face.
“Okay, what’s going on? black.”
The black magic tower lord, Yetual.
Sally continued speaking to the wizard shown on the screen.
“Actually, isn’t there always a reason for communicating with you? “Are you really asking because you don’t know?”
The voice sounds like it’s teasing.
Yetual’s eyebrows furrow. He answered, wiping the corners of his eyes as if he was annoyed.
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-If you’re planning on bragging again, I’ll stop now. I’m already so busy, but I want…
It was the same black appearance as always. That sight was so funny that Sally burst out laughing.
‘Anyway, you seem like an old man who doesn’t understand the situation.’
Sally rests her chin and looks at the screen.
I was planning to take my time and tease, but the black color on the screen really looked like it would cut off communication at any moment. Feeling like she was really going to hang up like this, Sally hurriedly spoke back.
“···Isn’t that an unbelievable thing to do?”
-Just tell me what you want. simply.
“What can you say? Lark hit the player. Much faster than your student.”
Yetual’s eyes narrow.
The eyes seem to be asking what that means. Sally shrugged her shoulders and returned the look.
“It means that while your student was sitting idle, our Lark sent an invitation to the professor.”
-By that professor, do you mean Professor Rania?
“What other professor could I be interested in? “Of course it’s Professor Rania.”
Rania van Trias.
A girl with extraordinary talent.
It’s hard to get him out right now because he’s under that useless gray old man, but he’s a talent that must be taken out someday.
‘And, the scales have already tipped towards the White Magic Tower.’
It’s Selly, who has been secretly competing with Black for the girl since the beginning of the semester. From her perspective, the incident in which Professor Rania announced her intention to visit the North somehow felt like the scale had tipped in her favor.
“Hmph.”
Naturally, strength goes into your shoulders.
Sally continued speaking proudly.
“While you are taking your time, I have already done the work behind the scenes through Lark.”
Of course it’s a lie.
This was something Lark did alone.
‘What do you think?’
Whatever the beginning, things are now going in her favor. The fact that she announced her intention to visit the North does not mean that she will only stay for a day or two.
‘The minimum is ten days.’
And, ten days… was more than enough time to roast and boil a young wizard.
‘If we try to recruit aggressively at this time… maybe it will be possible within the vacation?’
Offer good conditions, beat them, boil them, and somehow draw them into the White Magic Tower. The plan, which was put together with great care, is already nearing completion. All that’s left is to watch the girl’s reaction and adjust her details.
“Hmm.”
Sally smiled confidently.
“Can you feel it now?”
He goes one step further and crosses his legs in a taunt.
“Isn’t this the difference between me and you? “The white magic tower is superior to the black magic tower.”
however.
-······.
There is no response back.
Black is only silent.
“What is it? “Why aren’t you saying anything?”
Celie frowned.
‘Something strange?’
When provoked like this, Black always became irritated with a nervous voice. He used to gossip about people, such as asking if he was wasting his age.
-······hmm.
But, what about now?
Black is looking at himself as if he is very pitiful. Even her sympathy is visible in those eyes. It’s like he’s looking at a child who doesn’t know anything.
It wasn’t the reaction Sally expected. at all.
‘Is this old man crazy?’
Sally frowned and screamed.
“Why are your eyes open like that? What are you complaining about? If you have any complaints, let me know, you old snake!”
-No, well…I don’t have anything to say…
The black one clicked his tongue and spoke as if he felt sorry.
– Well, try hard. White.
“···What did you say?”
-It means cheering. There’s a lot to do, so I’ll just leave. Anyway, I hope there is good news.
Pop.
Communication was cut off.
“···?”
Sally blinked blankly.
I couldn’t keep up with the situation at all.
“Is that old man really crazy…?”
Only empty questions hover in the air.
Instead of the scale tipping towards her, the scale itself was shattered… something that Celie couldn’t tell.
3.
“It’s very cold in the north. “Do you know, Raniel?”
“yes? Oh yes. Of course I know.”
“So what I’m saying is to wear thick clothes. Surely you don’t mean to go to the north wearing such thin clothes? “You don’t think that much…”
“yes? “Were you planning on just going on like this?”
“···I’m going to be amazed.”
Master touched his forehead.
I tilted my head.
“No, what… When I was shooting on the battlefield, I was rolling around on a snowy mountain with my top off? “Once again…”
“The battlefield is an extreme situation, Raniel. And, aren’t we currently in a situation where we are going as a guest after receiving an ‘invitation’ from the Grand Duke of the North?”
“Is that so?”
“Then wear appropriate clothes. At the very least, what I’m saying is to avoid wearing clothes that make everyone who sees you feel cold.”
···is it?
While tilting my head, I carefully picked up the clothes Master gave me and put them on. Mufflers, fur gloves, fur shoes, etc. were things that were very difficult to see on the battlefield.
“Oh, this is luxury…”
“The guy who has enough money to build five magic towers is nothing special…”
Tsk, tsk, Master clicked his tongue and pushed the muffler into my robe that had an expansion spell on it. Then he tapped and pushed my back.
“Please be careful.”
“Yes, Master.”
I left the mansion with light steps.
After walking a bit, I saw a carriage arriving in front of the mansion. It was a carriage with a northern pattern engraved on it.
“I will take you there.”
An elderly man who looks old bows and bows. I inwardly stuck out my tongue at the size of the carriage sent by the Grace family.
‘Lark comes from a prestigious family.’
…If you think about it, it was natural.
Lark is the only son of Erijl van Grace, the Grand Duke of the North. Since he was the only successor, it was natural to be treated like this.
‘Rather, it doesn’t make sense for Lark to be wandering around in Aplia without a bodyguard…’
But why?
In me, the words ‘lakh’ and ‘noble’ or ‘prestigious family’ did not go together at all. It feels like water and oil. I got into the carriage with a mysterious expression on my face.
‘That’s right, Lark is Lark.’
That’s the moment when you get on the carriage with a thud.
“Ah, are you here?”
Someone in the carriage welcomed me.
It was a man with his hair gently brushed over his forehead. He, wearing a shirt with his sleeves rolled up, looked at me and slightly lowered his head.
“uh···.”
I blinked and asked a question.
“···who are you?”
“yes? This is Lark. Professor Rania.”
“what?”
“This is Lark. Combat magic and Lark.”
The man blinked and waved his hand at the butler. The butler sighed and placed the hatchet on the man’s hand. The man held his hatchet in an awkward posture.
“Ah, it’s Lark.”
Only then did I nod my head.
“Why are you wearing something that doesn’t suit you?”
“That’s right. “I feel uncomfortable too.”
Lark said, folding his arms.
It felt like my shirt was going to tear due to my tight muscles.
“But since I’m attending a professor… Sebas told me to dress like this.”
“It’s basic, master.”
“Then why did you take my ax?”
“Isn’t it rude to show off an ax in front of guests? And even though she is a professor, she is also a lady from a noble family…”
···Despite?
‘That’s all?’
I tilted my head.
“lakh.”
“Yes, Professor.”
“Didn’t you just throw an ax at me and do that?”
The butler’s complexion turned pale.
He looked at Lark with his eyes wide open. Lark stroked his chin for a moment and then opened his mouth.
“Ah, are you talking about practical training then?”
“Yes, that.”
I nodded.
The butler’s complexion went from pale blue to pale white.
A word from the author (author review)
Lark finished bulking up!
In the next illustration of Lark, although it is not excessive, you will be able to see a muscular Lark…!
