A group of students who have finished the play come out of behind the scenes in a fuss of sadness.
I wonder if there is a sense of accomplishment that everyone has done well.
They smile and slap each other on the shoulders.
Fiquette and the like had a big dragonfly cut in front of the guest seat and had another round of applause.
Soon after that, Emelia kicked me in the ass just to keep me in shape.
Almark called out to Ain, the last one to come out quite late from everybody.
"Good day, Ain. It was amazing."
Oh, it's you.
Ain smiled.
I'm showing a smile, but I'm sweaty and look terribly pale.
"You look a lot tired."
Well...
Ain sat in his seat after the general audience returned satisfied.
"There was no rest for acting and acting. I didn't have time to breathe."
"That was amazing."
Yeah, I guess so.
Still, he smiles invincibly like Ain.
"It's me, both acting and scripting. It can't be too much."
"Did you do all this?"
I don't know how to spell that.
Ain nodded.
"In the end, thanks to our people who did it right."
That's how I shrug my shoulders.
"Hopefully, thanks to them. If not, I'll take responsibility."
That's right.
Almark nods, recalling Ain's words when Fiquet collapsed in the library.
My words carry responsibility. [M]
The power to convince everyone in the class that it's okay if Ain does what he says.
He seems to be doing what he wants to do, and at the same time, it is to be prepared to bear all the responsibility for failure alone.
"Ain"
One day a group of women stood with a glass of water.
"Good day."
That's how I serve Ain a glass.
"Oh, Chelsea. Thank you. You're in trouble too."
When Ain receives it with a smile, he snorts his throat and drinks water.
"Good."
After returning the glass to the girl, she looked at Al Mark with teasing eyes.
"Ficke would have done a good job."
Ah.
Almark nodded.
"That's good. Besides, there was a lot of dialogue all the time. You remember that Fiquet had so many conversations."
Ain and Chelsea laugh face to face.
This is Chelsea.
Huh?
Almark looks at the gentle girl in front of him for the first time.
This child should not have been in the play.
"She did?
Ah.
Ain nodded joyfully and looked back at Chelsea.
"Chelsea, you must be tired, but let Almark know."
Chelsea nodded and smiled at Almark.
"Thank you for today, Almark. You like my acting, don't you?
Eh?
Almark keeps an eye out.
Because the voice was Fiquet and Melon.
"Surprised."
Ain laughs.
"It's magic. It's like Fiquet's voice."
I thought you had a real Fiquet.
"I didn't mean to do this at first, but Fiquet's line is too bad. I had no choice, so I had Chelsea blow it all over except for the first and last village scenes."
Was that so?
Almark was surprised.
The subtle interaction with Raps and Mulca seemed to be taking place quite naturally, and I was impressed that Fiquet had this talent.
"I can't remember a word because he's stupid, but I can remember a move. In line with that, Chelsea talked to me. That's why your mouth and your words are slightly out of line, isn't it?
When I was told that, I did feel that there was a discrepancy between Fiquet's mouth movement and his words. But I thought it was because of the acoustics.
When she said so, Ain nodded with a smile.
I see. If I could fool you, the others would be fine. "
You've been doing a lot of thinking.
"That's right. This year, one of us has lost the martial arts tournament. I'll do anything I can."
Ain jokes and laughs.
"Yeah, I told you at lunch, but I'm looking forward to your play. I want you to show it to me."
Ain looked back at Chelsea and nodded that you would, too.
"Yeah, I'm looking forward to seeing two sets of plays."
That voice is already the voice of a normal girl.
"Good luck."
"Good luck."
"Thank you."
Almark lowered his head to both of them.
The time of promise was approaching.
Almark hurried away from the noise in the auditorium and around the school building and hurried to the forest.
The noise gradually faded away, and eventually I saw the promised place.
The rock Almark used for meditation during his summer vacation.
Wendy wasn't there yet.
Relax and sit on the rock.
Looking up at the early winter sky, which was getting dark as soon as possible, you calm down.
"Almark"
Wendy's voice surprised Almark as he turned around.
Wendy stood a little awkward.
"I was surprised. That was quick."
"I saw your back on the way here, so I could catch up if I wanted to."
Wendy says shy.
"The meeting was here, so I didn't try to catch up with you."
"Yeah."
Almark nodded.
"Thank you for taking care of me. I might not even know what to do if I was called along the way."
That's what they say, and they laugh face to face.
I feel like a conversation started unexpectedly and spontaneously.
Almark thought.
I could say that.
Almark and Wendy sit side-by-side on the rocks.
"Great set of plays."
Wendy smiles at Almark's words.
"Yeah, that was amazing. It was a completely different play from our class."
That's right.
"I didn't think Ficke was so good at acting. There were so many dialogues, almost instantly."
Oh, actually.
For a moment, Almark thought of keeping his mouth shut for Fiquet's honor, but decided not to destroy this natural air at the expense of him.
I'm sorry, Fike. Tomorrow I'll have some herb grilled Merliah sheep.
Er, is that so?
Wendy rounds her eyes.
"Cersha was certainly good at mimicry. I can't believe I'm blowing most of the scenes in the middle."
"I guess I didn't remember Fiquet's dialogues very well."
Almark nodded.
"Ain would have done the same thing."
"Yeah."
Wendy nods.
"But the feeling that a group of kids is going to make a great play has been conveyed. I may not have remembered the dialogues, but Fiquet was amazing."
That's right.
It is true that the two performances in the last scene were overwhelming.
It's not just Ain and Fike.
Emelia, Mulca, and Raps starred. Everyone acted magnificently, and the play would not have succeeded without an out-of-the-box performance and the concerted efforts of the students behind it.
"But I think we can do a play that we can't beat."
Almark said.
"But I thought the two of us wouldn't make it as it is if we were to succeed in two plays."
"Yeah."
Wendy nods nervously when she finds out that Almark has cut to the chase.
"Wendy, I need to talk to you."
"Yeah."
Wendy saw Almark.
"I thought so too."
"Good."
Almark nodded.
"Well, I'll tell you first."
"Okay."
Wendy nods with a serious face.
Talk to me.
It was then that Almark tried never to open his mouth.
"Oh, just the two of you. This is a good one."
A misplaced, terribly pleasant voice.
The two raised their faces in surprise.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
He was a man in a grey robe.
While apologizing, she slowly approached with a full smile.
Deep carved soft face.
I recognize him.
"I guess I surprised you. Looks like you're interrupting my magic festival date."
That's how I spread my hands over them.
It was a playful trick.
The golden ring was shining on the middle finger of the right hand.
"Do you know anyone?"
Wendy looks at Almark strangely.
I know.
Last time I saw you, I was wearing a white robe.
"... Mr. Rhinell"
Almark called out the court sorcerer's name.