Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

When Almark and Morgan took him back to their seats, Nelson and Reido were already sitting and waiting for them.

"You've been eating lunch a long time."

Nelson said with a stunned face.

"A set of plays is about to begin."

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Almark stood down apologizing.

I'm glad we made it.

"What's the title of a series?"

Nelson answers Morgan's questions.

"A boy looking for a dragon."

"Hmm. Isn't that interesting? Ain was confident."

Shh

Reido gently touches his lips.

"The curtain will rise."

As you said, the curtain of the stage slowly rises.

There was a sigh from the guest seat.

"Ooh."

Nelson shouted.

On the stage, the rural landscape was spreading as if it were real.

Short houses and long barley fields. You can hear the sound of a stream flowing by your side.

"This is amazing."

Almark roared.

Suddenly the level difference from the morning show, the general guest seat also calms down like a swallow after the first quake.

"I'm dividing the show by an amazing number of people."

Rado whispers softly.

"I heard there are quite a few students in one group. For that reason, I'm focusing on magic."

I see.

Almark nodded.

Probably narrowing the number of stars and bringing the class together under Ain's direction to express this landscape.

In the authentic rural landscape, a gentle boy came in from the stage sleeve.

It was Fiquet.

Ah, the dragon can't see.

Ficke said at the very beginning.

"Look at the dragon. Just once, the dragon will take a look."

A relaxed, nervous voice.

It's the usual slender fit.

So it doesn't smell like a play, it looks like there's a simple boy in the countryside.

"Hey, you. Have you ever seen a dragon?"

Fiquet talks to the person who wanted to pass, but the passers-by walks away without looking at Fiquet as if he were his opponent.

"Hey, you."

Ficke talks to another passerby without discipline.

Have you ever seen a dragon?

But the passers-by didn't look at Fiquet and walked away.

"Hey, I'm glad you answered."

Fiquet sharpened her mouth and voiced her dissatisfaction.

Still, I don't give up and ask the same question to another person who passed by, but I can't even get a reply.

"Hey, give me an answer."

Fiquet tries to grab the passers-by's shoulder, but is shaken off and rolls unwisely to the ground.

Yikes

Ficke held his face down and rubbed his hips.

"What is it? Doesn't it hurt?"

As poisoned as it is, passers-by disappear on stage sleeves without turning around.

"Shit."

Fiquet stood up.

"Wow, that's all."

Raido murmured.

"Yeah."

Almark also understood.

All passers-by are not real people.

It's just clothes and robes.

It inflates it with magical force, puts on a hood, and moves it like a real person.

Fiquet was in that motor nerve, as if he had been shaken off by passers-by, grabbing his clothes and then rolling himself clean.

As far as the smooth movement is concerned, it seems fortunate that Emelia broke his neck in the morning.

"Ah, there's someone here who's seen a dragon."

Ficke was so blurry with his hands behind his head.

So far, it's practically one of Fiquet's plays, but it doesn't make me feel it.

The guest seats remain completely quiet as if they were fascinated by the play.

There are no dragons.

Suddenly, a heavy voice sounded.

It was a heavy voice that echoed slightly throughout the auditorium rather than on the stage.

Then, Ain, the Lord of Voices, slowly appeared on the stage.

"Sounds great. A bunch of them are studying it."

Nelson says with regret.

"It's you. A kid who wants to see a nasty dragon and is stunned by the noise."

Ain was dressed as an old man.

Almark barely knew it was Ain because he heard his voice, but otherwise he would have looked like a real old man.

It's not just a costume, it's a magical addition.

Yeah, it's me.

Fiquet answers.

"Why do you want to see so many dragons?"

Asked Ein, Fiquet shook his head innocently.

"I don't know."

"I don't know."

"Oh, I don't even know why I want to see a dragon."

Ficke said happily.

"But I know I have to see a dragon. I really want to see a dragon."

Sure.

Ain nods.

Then head west from here.

Ain pointed straight behind the guest seat.

"Aim far west. In the course of his journey, he will surely meet a dragon."

"West."

Ficke laughs a little.

"Here we go. I'm heading west."

Together with that dialogue, the rural background disappears in an instant.

Instead, the endless desert emerged in the background.

A lush forest, to think of it.

A burning volcano that is worrying that the stage may burn again.

Fiquet meets a dragon incarnate on each land.

By exploring the identity, the story unfolds.

But in the end, they weren't all dragons.

In the desert was Rapps, who played against Garain at the martial arts tournament.

Raps transformed into a camel with a large lid after a non-meshing interaction with Fiquet.

Almark also loosened his cheeks, saying that the camel would be perfect for Raps, who had suffered from an inexhaustible health.

Murka was in the woods against Deg in martial arts competitions.

Popular by female students, he turned into a large white feathered bird with long legs after a communal interaction with Fiquet.

In the volcano, Emelia welcomed Fiquet.

Fighting quickly, he looks feminine and roughly tries to get rid of Fiquet, but Fiquet, who really wants to see the dragon, tries to find out the identity of Emelia with his bare hands.

The ultimate identity of Emelia was a huge cow with a huge sense of intimidation.

Almark laughs bitterly when the shape overlaps with the dark beast Eldane, and Ain refers to it.

I always put my experience to good use.

It doesn't just happen when you fall, it feels like Ain's warmth.

On every occasion, the audience, which had been carefully orchestrating even fine performances, and completely immersed in the world of play from the middle, cried and laughed together with Fiquet.

After a long journey, Fiquet finally reached a cliff.

Of course, I wasn't really on the cliff, but I could only see it in a magical show.

Across the cliff is a sea on one side.

In front of the stunned Fiquet, the color of the goddess appeared, telling him that this is the end of the west.

"Brave man. There is no earth beyond this. Welcome back to where you were."

"Such an idiot. The dragon."

That's what Fiquet says, but Colour shakes his head sadly silently.

After a long journey, Faint Fiquet returns to the countryside where he lived.

Fiquet appealed tearfully to Ain, who welcomed him.

"You lied to me. I went to the end of the west with my life at stake, but the dragon was nowhere. I couldn't see the dragon. I even thought I could die if I could see a dragon."

The sad scream struck the chest of the audience as if they had traveled the world with Fiquet and sobbed everywhere in the guest seat.

But Ain didn't move.

"There are dragons."

Ain said strictly.

"Where are you?"

Ficke bites.

If you're here, show me.

The dragon is here.

Ain raised his hands.

The light wrapped his hand.

At that moment, the guest seat was huge.

"Ah."

Unexpectedly, Almark shouted.

Fiquet's shadow, illuminated by Ain's light, stretched long behind the stage wall.

The shape of the shadow.

It undoubtedly looked like a giant dragon.

The dragon is you.

Ain said.

"The journey polished your soul and sublimated yourself to the dragon."

"I'm a dragon."

Ficke murmured.

"Yes, it is."

Ain nods.

"You asked. Dragon power. Elegance. And at the end of the journey, I got it."

"I am the dragon."

Ficke said it again.

Now be strong.

Ficke turns to his seat as if someone had called him.

That face is not the usual fit without tension.

Fiquet looked straight ahead.

Behind it, Fiquet's shadow dragon slowly flashes its huge wings.

When the Shadow Dragon finally spread its wings large, the curtain of the stage descended.

The loud applause of the guest seat did not stop for a while.