With the darkness, Almark ran to the stage.
Clear tables and chairs quickly.
Deg, who is good at levitation, is fluffing up small objects without moving them from his sleeves.
Instead of cleaning up the chair, I set up a fine throne.
When Almark placed it slightly to the left in the center of the stage, Raidow tapped Almark on the shoulder in the dark.
Thank you, Almark.
"Almost there. Good luck."
Almark whispers back.
From the banquet in the Kingdom of Mulborough to here, Raidow is on his way.
"Yes, thank you."
Reido had a bearded and hidden face, and only then did he show the boy a smile.
Almark returns to the stage sleeve for a short run.
Nelson was waiting there.
"Good luck."
Ah.
Nelson laughs with his mouth raised.
The lighting illuminated the stage again.
Between the eyes of King Amor.
King Amor, Leila, and Pillman await.
Knight Nelson has arrived.
Almark shouted from the stage sleeve.
Let me through.
Pillman answers.
Nelson didn't see anything else.
Looking straight at King Amor's face sitting on the throne, he slowly entered the stage.
Almark saw his side with some strange nostalgia.
The armor of the costume and the sword lowered on the waist make a faint sound every step.
Silent time.
But Nelson is not in a hurry.
Step by step in front of the throne, with full attention and no cowardice.
I was surprised to hear someone clap.
Nelson!
The man shouted loudly and the guest seat shouted for a moment.
When Almark looked gently at the guest seat, a middle-aged man stared at the stage with his eyes bright red and applauded.
You're Nelson's father.
Deg murmured and laughed.
"My son is the star. I'm sure you're happy."
Ah.
Almark nodded.
It's not just the main character.
My son is a knight.
That would make your father happy.
Nelson was not upset at all by the sudden cheering of his father.
Reaching in front of the throne with your spine twitching and stretching, you kneel in a flowing motion.
"Knight Nelson. I am here by royal decree."
It's not the usual, bright, bentless boy's voice.
Energized junior students in the Night Forest, not a bad but dependable senior voice.
A suppressed, but powerful, confident voice.
It silenced the sighing seat again.
Appear from the stage sleeve, kneel in front of the throne, and name it.
Nelson would have practiced this many times.
The speed of walking.
The size of a step.
The position of the gaze.
Kneel and do.
The silence of the voice.
Nelson practiced again and again until he was satisfied.
It was when Knight Nelson came to the stage for the first time that I felt that Nelson's ideal knight was all packed in.
"Well done. Knight Nelson"
King Amor calls.
"Face up."
Following that, Nelson slowly raised his face.
Nelson smiles gently as his subordinate gaze staggers for a moment.
"Apparently, the situation is unplugged."
Say so and keep quiet.
"What can I do for you?"
"It's Nelson, the Gabel Knight."
King Amor wrinkled his eyebrows in pain.
"I can only ask you to be the bravest man in this country."
"Thank You Word"
Nelson answers.
"There are no enemies that trouble the king."
"Northern Forest"
King Amor answers.
The witch is Seraha.
Nelson opened his eyes to the words for a moment.
"My Queen Leila didn't show her smile because of her curse. If Leila doesn't get her smile back by dinner with King Demigal on the incoming mulboard, the country will be destroyed."
How are you?
Nelson smiled.
"The Witch of the North, Serrah. There is no shortage for the other party."
Can you beat me up?
"Not necessarily"
Nelson answers.
"Knight Nelson"
And Leila called from next to king Amor.
Please.
"In exchange for this life."
Nelson answers.
"Someone wants you to accompany me on that journey."
That's what Leila says and looks at the stage sleeves.
"Norish"
"Yes, here. The Queen."
In response to the call, the maid entered the stage.
Norish stops her feet behind Nelson diagonally and kneels down.
"Knight Nelson. This Norish is an old maid of mine who was closest to me when I was cursed. I want you to go with me."
Nelson looks suspiciously at Norish behind him.
"I don't think women are the same way. I hear the northern forest is steep."
"The witch Serrah manipulates strange magic. No warrior can defeat a man alone."
Pillman supplements King Amor's explanation.
"Almark, once the kingdom's greatest swordsman, would have gone into the woods alone and never returned."
Nelson leans his neck.
"Apart from Almark the Swordsman, I don't think he even needs it for that."
Then I lowered my head deeply.
"But when it comes to royal decrees, let's go along."
I see.
King Amor nods.
"Please, Nelson. Destroy the witch Serrah."
"Not necessarily"
Nelson stood up.
Turn your straight eyes towards King Amor.
Live straight at all times.
It's to be ashamed of yourself.
And to be ashamed of those who recognize themselves as knights.
Country crisis. King's Distress. Queen's wish. Powerful enemies.
You carry something you can't hold by yourself, and yet you go straight and flat.
That's the knight.
Nelson turns his back.
And he resigned in the presence of the king, as he did when he came.
"Norish"
After Nelson walked away, Leila called out to Norish, confused about what to do.
I asked you.
Ah, yes.
Norish hurried back to Leila.
"Yes, sir."
"Please help Knight Nelson."
"Yes, of course, as the Queen said."
Norish nodded.
With the comfort of a long-standing subordinate relationship, she speaks with no hesitation towards Leila.
"Besides, I've always felt sorry for myself. At that time, while I was with him. I will definitely de-curse the witch and make the queen as bright and funny as she used to be."
Even though I nodded forcefully, I twisted my neck with a strange face.
"But is it okay for me? Can I help that knight?"
"You just have to stay with you."
Leila said.
His expression remained as cold as ever, but his voice seemed a little warm.
"That's how we can help."
Ha.
Norish has a face that doesn't fall into her heart.
Is that what this is about?
"Leila would love to see you."
King Amor gently sandwiched his mouth.
I'm begging you, Norish.
"Yes, sir."
Norish once again lowered his head deeply and ran after Nelson in a hurry.