Walking down the dark hallway, an old sofa was indeed set up to be pushed into the dimples of the wall, as Norish said.
Nelson sat so that he could be buried there.
In the dark, I can't tell the look from his face.
"You were here?"
When Almark called out, Nelson moved his chin slightly without raising his face.
"I've been looking all over for you."
Nelson shifted his body slightly sideways without answering.
Almark lowers his hips into Nelson's gap.
"I heard from Raido. I hear you had sex with Norish."
Nelson finally smiled slightly at the words.
"Always. You know that too."
"I know."
Almark nodded.
"But it's a little different today."
That said, Nelson laughs scornfully at the floor.
"Something. I guess so."
Almark waited for a while, but opened his mouth after seeing Nelson say nothing more.
"I know you're very motivated by this play."
Nelson doesn't raise his face.
"I think the Knight of Curime's script is just right for you. In fact, your acting is excellent. [M] But..."
"I know what you're saying, Almark."
Nelson said it was dull.
"I tried to keep up with the chivalry, but it looks like this. Do you know who I can't forgive the most?"
"Come on."
Almark twisted his neck.
"I don't know."
"A man who makes women cry."
Nelson told me to throw up.
Norish was crying.
I see.
Almark nodded.
"A man who makes a woman cry. You must have been angry at martial arts competitions."
I don't know.
Nelson smiles distorted.
"Eston and Polois. I was making Norish cry because I was doing the same thing with them."
"It's not the same."
Almark says quietly.
"Eston and Polois must be half as interesting. Not yours."
"The results are the same."
"It's not the same."
Almark says Nelson shakes his head.
"It was sweet. I'll do it for him. No matter how tight they spoke to each other, they were going to know what they thought. That's why I thought it would be okay this time."
Nelson groans as he sighs.
"We're different people."
Almark looked at Nelson's floor in silence.
Instead of talking to Almark, Nelson told him to tell himself.
"When I play knight, my heart gets hot. Every time I say a word, every time I kneel in front of Rado or Leila, my blood will boil inside me. You look like you are who you really are. It's like I've been the hero of the story I've always dreamed of before I came here.... that's weird."
"No."
Almark shook his head, but Nelson didn't seem to need Almark's answer.
"I know it myself. I think it's funny. No one is so serious about a sorcery festival play. It's like risking your life. But there's nothing I can do about it. I can't stop."
Nelson breathed again because he was long.
That would surprise Norish, too. I finally returned to me after seeing his tears. How far ahead I was by myself? How badly did you hit him? That's when I finally realized. It's really pathetic. "
"Two"
Almark blocked Nelson's words and raised two fingers.
"Two, I will correct your mistake."
Nelson raised his face slightly and looked at Almark in surprise.
Almark continued with a calm voice.
"One thing first. On my journey to this academy, I met some knights. Unlike Nakahara and the south, there are still knights to the north as warriors."
Really?
Nelson raised his face.
There are still knights in the north.
Ah.
Almark nodded.
"What do you think they risk their lives for?
You know what I mean.
Nelson replied.
"For pride."
"No."
Almark shook his head.
I'm not proud of you.
Nelson opened his mouth like he said something to the word, but Almark continued.
"Nelson, the knight. You risk your life for someone who recognizes you as a knight."
Nelson opens his eyes.
Almark remembered.
A favorite swordsman I met on my journey.
He yearned for a knight and became a knight in the true sense of the word was the moment the woman who had asked for help called him a knight.
Almark can still clearly remember his expression back then.
It was the face of a knight who met a life-threatening opponent.
"I'm sure it's completely different from other warriors, like mercenaries."
There are many reasons why mercenaries risk their lives.
For the money. For women. For more short-circuited pleasure in front of you.
To live. For honor. To fight a strong opponent.
Some mercenaries risk their lives for pride, as Nelson says.
But at least as far as Almark knows, no mercenary fights for someone who recognizes himself as a mercenary.
"So if you want to be a knight..."
Almark looked Nelson in the eye and said.
"The first thing is for Norish to recognize you as a knight. I'm sure you can't do it the way you did today."
"Make yourself a knight."
Nelson murmured.
Suddenly, he grabbed Al Mark's shoulder violently.
"Then what should I do? How can you call me a knight?"
Don't ask me.
Almark took Nelson's hand.
"I never wanted to be a knight. I want to be a knight, and that's what you should think about with your own head."
Then Almark slowly got up from the sofa.
"You can do it. That's all I know."
Nelson shook his head in agony at Almark's words.
I don't know.
And one more thing.
Almark ignored Nelson's words.
"Norish is not amazed at you. [M] I'm desperately thinking about how I can get close to your heart."
Nelson's face was distorted to cry.
Norish told me you were here.
It's him.
Almark tapped Nelson gently on the shoulder.
"Now, what are you going to do? Knight Nelson"
"... I..."
As he murmured, Nelson stared at the floor again and chewed his lips.
Almark smiled.
"I'm going. It's about time Morgan came home."
There was no reply.
Almark turned his back on the sofa and slowly walked away.