Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

Almark stares at the sword and speaks indifferently to Serrah.

"I didn't think you knew King Amor. You're the witch."

"By the fountain."

Serrah said in a dreamy tone.

"I met him. I thought it was destiny."

"Fountain?"

Almark sounds suspicious.

"In this forest, springs, etc.... ahh"

Almark nodded with a faint smile.

"You mean that swamp. Since you took control of this forest, has the spring turned into a swamp?"

"Proof of Fate"

Serrah picked up a thin chain from his neck with his fingers, regardless of Almark's words.

Black sharp stones lead to the rings of chains that emerge from the chest.

"Black sharp stone."

Seraha smiles loving.

"We shared the stone in half."

"How many years ago?"

Almark says he threw it away.

"Kings don't remember anything like that anymore."

"No matter how many years ago, it doesn't matter how long."

Serrah said.

"But my feelings were not noticed. I was not given love."

Serrah puts his hand on Almark's shoulder.

"That's why I won't return the queen's smile."

Witch's dark smile.

Almark leaned his neck to the words.

"Ungiven love?"

What?

Seraha narrows her eyes.

"I think you have something to say."

"No."

Almark slowly lays down his sword.

Along with that, the gaze goes up.

"I wonder which is hard."

Almark said.

"Is it something you say you can't love from the beginning, or..."

Almark's voice is slightly damp.

"Once the happiness you've been given has been taken away and you won't get it anymore."

"I wonder if it's about me."

Serrah laughed like a joke.

"I've been thinking, your lover won't come back."

Almark looks away from the sword and at Serrah.

"Oh, are you angry? It's true."

That's what Serrah said about leaving Almark.

"The knight will eventually get here. Almark then."

"I know."

Almark stared at the sword again.

"Kill"

"I'm counting on you."

The fog rolls around, and Seraha disappears just as she did when she appeared.

Almark closed his eyes slowly.

"You're not getting it anymore, are you?"

The stage dims with the words.

At the end of the Selah and Al Mark scenes, there was clear relief in the darkened auditorium.

Until then, these two scenes were different from previous stories.

As evidence, Nelson and Norrish appeared with their buyers on a bright stage, with a huge applause from everyone in the audience.

Nelson proudly raised three feathers.

"Almark"

Seraha's hand was placed on Almark's shoulder as he breathed on stage sleeves after he finished his turn.

"Ah, Seraha."

Almark turned around and smiled.

"Good day."

"I was scared."

Serrah's hand was trembling.

Huh?

Almark looks at Serraha in surprise.

Serrah was crying to fill his eyes.

"Almark, you scared me. Amazing."

Seraha, who was supposed to have shown room for teasing with Almark on the stage, was now shaking his whole body little by little.

"I was a witch on stage, so I could put up with it. When you're done, remember your eyes."

"Sorry."

Almark apologizes.

I didn't mean to.

Yeah, it's okay.

Serrah shook his head.

The tears that spilled on the applause spread through the cheeks.

"I think it has been a good occasion. Much more than I imagined."

Almark wrapped his trembling hands slowly down from his shoulders.

"You were wonderful, Seraha."

That's how you gently put your hand into it.

Serrah exhaled deeply to help her breathe.

"I wonder if I can act like Leila."

I can do it.

Almark nodded.

I promise.

In Almark's hand, the tremors of Serrah's hand slowly subsided.

"May you be a fine witch."

Almark saw his wet eyes with Serrah's tears.

"First of all, I'll be a good villain."

"Yeah."

Serrah nodded.

"I am a witch who can obey you."

"Yes, it is."

Almark smiles.

You are the ruler of this forest.

"Yeah."

When I nodded again, the tremors of Serrah's hand stopped.

"Excellent."

Wallis honored Nelson and the others with a voice that he often heard.

"Was the courage and the will true? Buyer"

"Yes"

The buyer nods.

"The Spirit King deserves his protection."

Hmm.

Wallis reached out to Nelson.

"Spirit feathers here."

Wallis fluttered Nelson's wings over his head.

Each blade emits a blinking light in the air, so that everything is intertwined into one big light.

"Knight, your soul."

Wallis said Nelson threw out his sword without hesitation.

The light of the feathers is sucked in by the sword raised high.

A sigh of admiration leaks from the guest seat to the fantastic scenery.

At the end of the day, a flash of light was emitted, and the feathers of the Spirit disappeared.

Instead, a strange streamlined pattern appeared on Nelson's sword.

"Your sword is protected by the Spirit."

Wallis told him strictly.

"The sword will cut the witch's magic."

"Ooh."

Wallis adds, but, to Nelson, whose face was filled with delight.

"Don't forget. That your greatest weapon is not your sword, but your courage."

"Know it."

Nelson nodded forcefully.

"Let's go, Lord Norish. To Serrah the Witch!

Yes!

Norish nodded.

"Because it's a boat."

The buyer stood in front of the two of them.

"I've had a nice meal, and I'll show you along the way."

When Wendy stood gently on the opposite stage sleeve, Almark lay his eyes down.

It begins.

When you think about it, your chest hurts like tingling.

Once the happiness given is taken away, never again.

The dialogue I just told Serrah comes back to life.

Cursed swordsman Almark.

Almark spoke softly about his role.

Tell me the answer.

I'm sure I can see something by playing you. [M]