Pallanus’s Short Staff Backstory


 * Note: This dialogue was from Korean. It needs a translate checking and proofreading.

I do not remember how old that time was. Anyway, I was a time when he did not even ask.

As always, I was led by my father's hand to find the temple. I was sneaked out of the shrine, tired of the fanciful and hard smile of my father who was greeting the high priest. And I went to the temple backyard like a habit. That day, too, he stood there staring alone. He grabbed his hands and greeted me silently. The hand was wounded.

"Did you have all day magic training today?"

"Yes, but I am already tired of it today."

"When did not you get tired?"

Even in my obscure hilan, he laughed like a fool.

"You are so envious when you do this."

"Do not say all the time, you raise your fitness."

"I am trying... When will I become accustomed to the power of God like the high priest?"

There was a lot of anxiety in the soul's private message. It would have felt a great deal of pressure, trapped in the expectations of those who came because of their special powers. That point was also common to me. But I threw a cool admonition instead of warmth. It was a saying to myself.

"Try until you are done, otherwise you will not be able to finish."

I did not understand my intention, he just looked down at the floor with his lost focus. He was a thoughtless man.

"I think I'm getting a little harsh these days, though."

There was another guy like you next to him, so he added a word. He lifted his head and looked at me.

"Yes, I'll give you this."

He pulled out a stick out of his arms. It was a small baton with a gold pattern.

"I bought it because you thought it was a commander's dream."

"Is it a toy or is it short?"

"Uh... maybe? Would not it be tempting to see it again?"

"Do not waste it."

I received the baton in the hands of the guy with a hard review. Still, he was just a foolish laugh.