"Lilty, you can't do this."
King Amor said bitterly.
"Your smile is also beautiful. But King Demigal won't be convinced."
"Why, Father?"
Princess Lilty is devouring.
"Why can't I?"
"It's just an excuse to see Queen Leila smile."
And Pillman the minister answered in his stead.
"King Demigal intends to wage war on our country under the pretext of humiliation at the banquet. And Mulboard's army is strong."
As Pillman said so, he wandered around the three kings.
"Mulboard is a poor and harsh country, so every soldier is well trained. If we fight properly, we will not win."
"Oh, no."
Princess Lilty raised her sad voice.
"Now, did you tell me that your mother knew from the beginning that she couldn't laugh and wanted to see that smile? What a scumbag."
"But if you know it's a trick, there's nothing you can do about it."
King Amor said with regret.
"Leila can't laugh."
Throughout this conversation, Leila looked forward without expression.
Despite discussing himself, he stared into the back of the audience seat without any dust breaking his beautiful cold icy expression.
So when Leila opened her mouth, some of the audience suspected that the crop doll had moved.
"King"
Leila's clear voice echoed through the auditorium.
In one word, Leila had a special charm that attracted the attention of all the audience and dominated the air on the spot.
"I can't laugh because of the curse."
Leila said.
"The wicked witch in the northern forest cursed me."
Well, that's...
The Pillman is wounded.
"It's my first time, my queen."
"Me too."
King Amor nodded.
What's going on, Leila?
Leila didn't change her expression. Turn away from King Amor and Pillman.
"That was a few days before I married you."
The perfect timing for Deg to darken the stage.
When the lights again illuminated the right side of the stage, Leila stood facing away from the guest seat with only one person.
The costume has changed sometime.
In fact, I'm just magically changing the color of my clothes, but from the guest seat, it looks like I've changed into something else.
Laila-sama, are you still there?
A bright voice calling Leila from the stage sleeve.
"Wait a minute, Norish. Almost there."
The voice of Leila who answers like that is different from the cold voice.
A happy, bright voice.
Leila turned her back on her guest seat and continued to interact with Norish outside the stage.
The voice fills the imagination of those who see that Leila must be smiling beautifully while turning her back, with the feeling of refraining from getting married nearby.
Fiquette and others were trying to angle their bodies to see Leila's face somehow from their seats.
But Leila never shows her smile to the guest seat.
There were unexpectedly disastrous signs.
Suddenly a woman in a black dress appeared next to Leila.
Oops, the guest seat is groaning.
The witch in the north, Seraha, is the woman who stands in a way that does not dissipate magic all over her body.
"Leila"
When Serrah called, for the first time, Leila realized that she existed, screaming and hardening herself.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Seraha. Ruler of the North Forest."
"Seraha"
Leila repeats the name.
"I've heard of it. The Witch of the North Forest, Seraha. What do you want from me?"
"Beautiful."
Seraha blocks Leila's words.
"And blessed."
Seraha peeked into Leila's face with a beautiful face and laughed to distort her mouth.
I'll take it.
"Stop it."
Leila tries to escape Serrah by holding her shoulders.
But when Serrah waved down his twisted wand, Leila groaned little by little.
Serrah puts his hand gently on his shoulder.
"Don't worry."
Serrah looked down at Leila, who was trembling, and laughed.
"Blessed are you going to live a wonderful, envious life. However,"
Seraha whispers in Leila's ear.
Morgan's wind carries the wicked whisper to the guest seat.
"Without a shard smile,"
The smaller the screams arose from the junior students in the guest seats and from the general public, the more evil the whisper filled Seraha with joy.
Serrah disappears again with a smile.
"Laila-sama? Laila!"
The voice of Norish.
Leila murmured in a flat voice that was different from the gorgeous voice she had just heard.
"... I..."
Again, darken.
When the lights returned, Leila, the expressionless queen, sat next to King Amor again.
"Since then, I've stopped laughing."
I don't think so.
King Amor rose up in a staggering manner.
"You've never blamed me for never laughing since I married you."
Leila said.
"I can't bother you any more. I will kill myself. That way, King Demigal can say nothing."
Lilty pressed Leila to her feet as she finished speaking indifferently.
"No. Mother."
"Stupid."
King Amor shook his head.
"It's a witch's curse, Seraha. In that case, the story is rather straightforward. All you have to do is crush the witch."
"It's easy to say, but it probably won't come true."
Leila said as if she were someone else.
"Witches are strong and forests are deep. There is no witch in this country."
"Sure."
Pillman says it's a treat.
"No one has tried to kill a witch since Al Mark, once the most powerful swordsman in the kingdom, went out to crush the witch and shut the news down."
"Is there no other warrior in my kingdom?"
King Amor said.
"Are there any braves who can lift Leila's curse and save this country?"
"If you will."
Pillman said bitterly.
"I only know one person."
"That's the same as the rest. Let's call this country's proud warrior."
King Amor nodded and called out loudly.
"Knight Nelson is gone. A spear as the shield of my kingdom of Gabel. Bring Knight Nelson to me immediately."