On stage, Nelson and Norish finally got together.
"I know exactly how you feel about your queen. May I go to the northern forest now?"
Nelson nodded.
"Yes, if that's all you need to know, I have nothing more to say. For now."
"For now."
Hearing Nelson speak up tired, the audience seat boiled.
The two had grasped the hearts of the audience completely.
I can see Fikke laughing with a big mouth open.
Ain next door covers his mouth with his hands, but occasionally he shakes his shoulders because he has a laugh.
"The two leading characters were accepted."
Reido whispers to Almark.
"This play is over now."
Ah.
Almark sees two people on the stage.
A frustrating act that doesn't make you feel so worried or bumped into.
They're really reliable people.
And the correctness of Culime's eyes, with these two as the main characters.
"Well, now it's my turn."
That's how Morgan stood next to Almark.
Are you nervous?
Morgan nods to Almark's question.
"Of course I am. Just like in martial arts competitions."
That said, Almark's right hand trembled little by little.
"Then it's okay."
Almark laughs.
"Nothing is more reliable than you when you're nervous."
"Say that again."
Morgan looks bad.
"You've bought me too much."
"That's not true."
Almark shakes his head.
"When the play is over, let's all eat something delicious"
In Almark's words, Morgen loosened his mouth a little.
"If you talk about food, you think I'm happy."
Isn't it?
"No, it's not."
Morgan smiles.
"I promise."
Ah.
Almark nodded.
"Let's go eat together."
"Yeah."
When Morgan nodded, the stage dimmed.
Almark runs to clean up the background.
The next scene is the forest.
It's an important scene for Morgan and Wallis.
Nelson walks through a lush forest.
Behind that, perhaps Norish followed.
"Knight"
Norish calls from behind.
"What is it?"
Nelson answers without turning around.
"Are you sure this is the right path?"
"The road, Lord Norish."
Nelson answers.
"It always leads somewhere."
"I mean..."
Norish's voice dropped.
"You mean you're walking around guessing?"
"That's a bad word."
Nelson answers gently, ignoring Norish's expression.
"I'm walking towards the point of my heart."
Nelson's dialogues were severed by Norish pulling his neck from behind.
"What do you do?"
"I call it guessing, in the world."
Norish stepped on the floor of the stage.
"I'm walking more and more, and I know the way."
"The road, Lord Norish."
Nelson answers as he tells.
"It's something you can do after you walk."
The guest seat boils again in the dialogue.
"That's no good."
When Norish shook his head, Nelson attracted the body by surprise.
Looking like a hug, the girl in the guest seat cheered.
"Oh, what are you doing?"
When Norish raised his voice in haste, they were surrounded by black shadows.
The shadow of a black demon that generates the torque of the show.
Monster!
Norish speaks up.
Nelson turned his back to cover Norish and pulled out his hip sword.
"It's dangerous. Stay away from me."
That's what Nelson said. The demon's shadow jumped on him.
When Nelson waves his sword horizontally and sharply, it scatters and disappears so that the shadow can play.
Oh, and the audience seat stopped.
The shadow of the little devil with torque resembled Jalanon somewhere.
Almark remembers going to the woods to help Eldo with the torque.
Torque was the first time you called me by my name.
With that in mind, I saw the torque manipulating the shadow on the opposite stage sleeve.
The black shadow jumps over Nelson one after the other, cutting through the first body.
Nelson cuts it down.
That vibrant sword is worthy of being called the country's greatest warrior.
Nelson tracks exactly what he's doing in practice, but also the torque of manipulating several shadows at the same time and turning them off to match Nelson's sword swing.
The goodness of collaboration between the two would have been cultivated sometime by standing together every morning for martial arts competitions.
They are the movements of people who know each other's movements and what is in their hands.
Morgan took a big breath as he looked around Nelson from the stage sleeve.
Almark smacks the back.
You'll be fine.
"Yeah."
Morgan nods.
Nelson smashed the last shadow on the stage.
Ooh, and a big applause from the guest seat.
"Nice work, Nelson!
I'm sure it was Nelson's father who shouted that.
Are you hurt?
Nelson called out to Norish, who was watching with a breath, and Norish nodded.
"That's a knight. You're really strong."
"If it's this kind of opponent, there's nothing to make."
"Now I realize that the knight was chosen to crush the witch."
"Isn't that a little late?"
The guest seat boils again for the exchange of two.
And another shadow stood up behind Nelson.
Shadow of a demon.
They are unaware of it.
The shadow slowly sneaks up on Nelson, who interacts with Norish.
The first-year guests screamed.
Norish noticed it late and screamed.
"Knight, behind you!
When Nelson looked back, the shadow disappeared so that it could be played from the side.
Hah, they look at the stage sleeves.
"It was close, you two."
A relaxed, usual voice.
A fat hunter with a bow slowly appeared on the stage.
"Morgan!
The girls in the lower class in the guest seat cheered.
Morgan waved his hand towards the smile.