Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

"Hey, that's amazing."

In the audience seat, Koren, who was sitting with his legs folded, sat back up properly and stepped out.

"Wendy was so beautiful. I was totally wrong about what I did."

That's what I said. I clasped Eston's back in the front seat.

"When you said you liked Wendy, I was wondering if you liked Wendy because he was a great nobleman. Eston, you actually have eyes on women. I've reviewed it."

"Hey, you're kidding me."

Eston turned bright red and looked back.

"Don't you know what happens when you say such a thing with such a huge, stupid voice among so many people? What kind of nerve are you in?"

Kool-en laughs at the reaction.

"Isn't that nice? I don't think it's going to decrease."

"The honor of nobility is diminished. Remember that."

He says to bite, and Eston turns around.

"Ah, interesting."

Koren shook his shoulders again and then elbowed the adjacent Polois.

"Well, Polois would have thought so."

"It certainly had a unique vibe."

Polois answers.

"But Wendy's face will be ready from the front."

That's not what I meant.

Koren twists his neck.

"Even so, you can have lots of cute women in both groups. Leila, Wendy, Norish. The witch boy wasn't bad either. What did I say?"

"You said Seraha."

Polois answers.

"Well, it's time to shut up, Koren. The play will resume."

But Koren is a wind that blows Polois' attention everywhere.

"Did Almark say himself that Almark was no longer with Leila? I'll go to Wendy."

"Didn't you tell Almark the other day that other girls were good? She's called Lilty or something."

Polois whispers as if stunned, but Koren smiles hard and shrugs his shoulders.

"Sure, Lilty is cute as a princess today. I don't care how many girls I like, but that doesn't mean it's going to decrease."

Instead of answering, Polois shook his head silently.

Koluen joyfully reattaches back together.

"I can't wait for Wendy's next turn."

"Okay, okay."

Buyers raised their hands to surrender.

"I'll tell you where the Spirit Feathers are. Forget the taste of the woods."

"I still had something to eat."

Morgan looks like he's going to miss it, but Nelson slaps him on the shoulder.

"No, Master Morgan, I can't wait. Now we can go looking for the feathers."

"Really? I wish it had been useful."

That's what Morgan says, smiling.

Well then, I'll do it.

When Morgan left the stage after breaking up with the party, and the girls in the lower class in the audience united their voices and sent a cheer to Morgan.

After waving his hand at you with a full smile, Morgan leaves.

"Now, let's go. Don't be late. Follow me."

The buyer said so and saw Nelson and Norish.

From there, it was Leila's solo theater.

Cut cliffs emerge on the stage or deep marshes emerge.

The details were coarse compared to the set of backgrounds that brought together the majority of the class, but it was too background for Nelson and the others to act there.

Nelson and Norish gather the Spirit's feathers together on each occasion.

The wind and mudslides that flirted with them were also handy reproduced by Leila.

Nelson went up to the tall tree to take the feathers of the third Spirit, and his fingertips reached the feathers that were hooked on the branches, and Norish cheered, and the stage darkened.

After finishing the performance, Leila exhaled with a slight tiredness.

There came Almark from behind the scenes.

Looking back at the sign, Leila opened her eyes as if confused for a moment.

"Good work, Leila."

Almark said Leila shook her head small.

"Someone else."

Leila nodded as Almark leaned her neck silently.

"I knew the real you were amazing. I knew."

Without answering, Almark smiled slightly.

"I'm coming."

Almark took a step on the dark stage.

When the stage lights came on, it was in the forest.

Unlike before, it is wrapped in a thin fog and somewhere dark.

In the middle of the stage, a man dressed in a dirty robe sat on the ground looking down.

Nod deeply and you can't see his face.

Next to the man is a sword without a body.

Surprisingly, a shadow gushed around the man who was nodding and standing still.

Just like Nelson fought, there were three little demon shadows.

Slowly jumping closer and closer to the man.

But men don't show any reaction.

The guest seat sighed slightly as if she were asleep.

A small demon who narrowed the circle of siege suddenly jumped at the man.

At that moment, the man flashed the sword beside him.

Don't nod, don't raise your face.

I couldn't stop seeing it.

A moment later, the cut shadow disappears.

The remaining two flew from both sides at the same time.

The sword flashes again.

The sharpness of the dagger is not Nelson's ratio.

As the two shadows vanished, another suddenly gushing shadow struck the man, but it was slashed and torn by an exact blow as if he had known.

In practice, there were always only three shadows. The last shadow was a prank that approached the torque harassment of the director, but was slashed without raising his face.

The torque distorts the face and strikes the tongue.

When the signs of shadow disappeared completely, the man finally raised his face slowly.

A broken face.

Dark eyes.

Slowly exhaling breath seemed like cold ice grains.

Hey, that's Al Mark.

"Almark? I feel like I'm always staying."

The gaze spreads in the student seat.

Almark turned his dark eyes towards the guest seat.

That alone made it feel like the temperatures in the auditorium had dropped.

Dark, dark eyes that don't look very acting.

The bright atmosphere created by Morgan and the buyer, and the warm atmosphere created by Nelson and Norish joining forces to recognize each other.

The air that had wrapped up the auditorium just now blew up with too cold a sign from Almark.

It seemed like a merciless wind blowing from far north.

Someone swallows his spit from the guest seat.

Ein and Koren looked at Almark as if they were fascinated.

"I don't think it's Al Mark I know."

Pheta held her shoulders with both hands and whispered.

"I'm kind of scared."

Radmar, sitting next to him, snorted.

I know those eyes.

Remembering Almark's eyes when he hit his dagger on his neck, Radmar trembled slightly.

That wasn't what I saw in his eyes. [M]

It was deeper, darker, and sadder.

The audience returned to me with a dry sound.

The sound of Almark throwing his sword was boring.

Almark hasn't spoken a word yet.

Next to it, the fog whirled.

A witch in a black dress appears.

"You're bored, Almark. My swordsman."

In that word, Almark slowly saw Serrah's face, but he answered nothing and exhaled a deep and long breath.