A group of Nelson's going into the woods.
"The forest where the witches live is always covered in fog."
A leading buyer says.
"I tried to get to the witch, but most of them couldn't get there by mistake because of the fog."
Hmm.
Nelson nods.
"But we're reassured that the buyer will guide us."
"Don't joke."
The buyer shakes his head.
"I'll show you out. I don't want to smoke any of that fog."
So how do we get to the witch?
When Norish asks, the buyer points to Nelson's waist.
"You have that sword under the protection of the Spirit King. If you cut it off, the fog will soon clear up. I won't get lost anymore."
I see.
Nelson slipped out his sword.
I will show the audience the pattern that rises on the sword again.
"Did the Spirit King have such a meaning in his protection?"
But be careful.
The buyer whispered.
"There are some people who came to the witch through the fog forest. But no one has fought a witch in years."
"What do you mean?"
Nelson looks suspicious.
You mean there's still a trap?
There's a swordsman under the witch.
The buyer trembles as he remembers.
"A creepy one like a dead man, with a sword so strong. If you get lucky enough to get to the witch, everyone will be slashed by that witch and the end of the roll."
A swordsman.
Nelson nodded convincingly.
"If you're a swordsman, don't worry. This Nelson sword will never fall behind."
"That's right. If the opponent is a swordsman, the knight will win."
Norish nodded as well.
Hmm. Well, I hope so.
The buyer turns to the front.
While listening to the three of them, Wendy stepped gently off the stage sleeve.
I don't know if it was conscious, but I didn't see Almark standing on the opposite stage sleeve at all.
Gradually the pale bare feet slide to the center of the stage floor.
Oops... the low gaze of the guest seat.
That was the case earlier, but Wendy's appearance on the stage changed the atmosphere in the auditorium again.
Wendy, who tends to walk underneath, had such beauty.
"The woman in white."
Nelson raised his voice.
Norish and the buyer look back.
Wendy walks slowly with a sad look on her face without worrying about Nelson and the others.
You said you weren't a witch.
The buyer nods to Nelson's words.
"Yeah, not at all. That's not a witch."
"But that beauty..."
Nelson put his hand on the handle of the sword.
"I don't think it belongs in this world."
"But, knight."
Norish looked at Wendy from behind Nelson and said reluctantly.
"I don't feel very evil. Above all, it seemed very sad."
Hmm.
Nelson took his hand off the pattern and walked straight towards Wendy.
"Knight!
"Watch out!
Norish and the buyer speak up at the same time, but Nelson doesn't care.
"If you don't know, move on. It's not my way of life to stop and worry."
That said, she tried to put her hand on Wendy's shoulder, lying sadly.
But the hand that seemed to have touched it cut through the sky.
"Mm."
I knew it.
The buyer raised his voice.
"Be careful. She's a ghost."
It was Nelson who looked surprised for a moment, but he immediately regained his attention.
"The woman in white."
That's what I called Wendy.
"What are you doing here? Why are you so sad?"
Wendy raised her face slowly.
The look on Nelson's face, as he first noticed, had a strange transparency that could not be seen in the world.
My bloodless lips moved.
"Who are you?"
A warm, tight voice with deep sorrow, but still attractive to people.
Wendy, it's beautiful.
When Fita murmured in the audience seat, Radmar next door rarely agreed.
"Oh, it's beautiful."
When Fita unexpectedly looked at the side, Radmar stared at Wendy on the stage like she was eating.
"Who are you?"
When Almark heard the voice on stage sleeves, he immediately felt his eyes moisturizing.
Another Almark, the cursed swordsman, created by Almark.
I felt that the man cried when he heard his lover's voice.
I know how you feel. [M]
Almark talks.
I couldn't talk to Wendy on my sleeves or behind the scenes to say that.
To say that you know what it's like to be a man who's been chasing the phantom of a dead lover for years.
Almost there.
Almark murmured.
"Almost done with your suffering."
On stage, Nelson answers Wendy's questions straight back to him.
"My name is Nelson. Knight of the Kingdom of Gabel"
"Knight..."
Wendy repeated Nelson's words vaguely.
Your eyes are twitching like confusion.
"Which is stronger, a knight or a sword?"
Norish and the buyer face to face with unexpected questions.
Nelson twisted his neck.
"Well, which is stronger, knight or swordsman?"
"Master Nelson is the greatest warrior in this country."
Norish answered from behind.
"No knight or swordsman can match Nelson in this country."
That's what makes Nelson laugh.
"Yes, Mr. Nelson."
Hmm.
Nelson nodded rather than humbled, laughing with a smile.
"There can be no mistake. I don't know if that's the answer to your question."
"The greatest warrior in this country."
Wendy groans sadly again.
Slowly he turned away from Nelson and looked up at the trees in the forest.
"You're not the bravest man in this country anymore."
"It's a woman. I can't see the story."
Nelson says.
"Answer my question. What are you doing here? And why are you so sad?"
"to answer your questions."
Wendy looks back at Nelson.
"I don't think it makes any sense. Or you can save him."
"Who is he?"
When Nelson asked, Wendy shook heaven.
My exposed, pure white throat fluttered.
"My beloved. The strongest swordsman in the country."
"Most in the country."
Nelson repeatedly opened his eyes as expected.
"No way, that's..."
"Almark"
Wendy told the name with a faint breath.