Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

"Almark"

Nelson repeats the name.

"I heard there was no news in the woods once, but you're still alive?"

"I'm alive...."

Wendy put her finger on her lip as she strolled around.

"That's not true."

That's what I'm saying, and I'm showing you an expression that deepens my grief.

"They're alive. The witch's curse."

"A curse. Bye."

Nelson changed his face.

"The swordsman under the witch?"

"That would be Almark."

Wendy nods gently.

"Poor swordsman tied to the words of a witch. A doll that only sacrifices witch enemies, as they say."

"Almark. I've heard that name before."

Norish speaks up.

"He used to be the best swordsman in this country. I can't believe you were under witch control."

"Look, it was a bad guy."

The buyer seems to be good at it somehow.

"But who are you to know?"

Wendy hesitated to answer Norish's question.

"I'm Wendy."

With his sad eyes down, he added.

"It is an untouched soul that will remain in this world even after death."

"I'm still dead....."

Norish showed a painful expression.

"Earlier you called Almark your beloved. You were lovers."

"Yeah."

Wendy nods.

"I was happy. Until death divides us."

"Why did he die? You're still young. I can't believe it's the witch's."

"No"

Wendy shook her head.

"I died because of my destiny. Almark knew that the disease was devouring his body."

That's what Wendy said and closed her eyes.

"But Almark thought my death was because he wasn't there. And because of that gap in my heart, I was caught in a witch's trap."

"That's sad for you."

Wendy nodded to Norish's spicy face.

"Yes, it's painful and sad."

Wendy turned her wet eyes towards Norish.

Even the same-sex norrish is incredibly beautiful.

Wendy slowly widens her arms as she breathes deeply.

"No, I want to tell Almark. It's not your fault. That's why I'm still exposed to this kind of unusual appearance. But in the foggy forest, I can't see him. My voice won't reach him."

"Let's save him."

Nelson shouted unexpectedly.

"What is it, suddenly"

Norish shouts in surprise, but Nelson arms down and continues with his usual passing voice.

"I don't know the details, but I swallowed the approximate one. More than that, it's the two of you. It's not my way of life to step into it."

Say that and stare straight at Wendy.

"But it's not my way of life to watch over a sad woman in front of me."

Wendy was surprised at the knight's words for the first time.

"Lord Wendy," he said. Your grief has been sufficiently conveyed. If you meet Al Mark the Swordsman, I'll tell him how you feel. "

"Do you believe in the word of the ghost?"

Wendy asks for Nelson's sincerity.

"Believe, don't believe."

Nelson said.

"I will not lie to my way of life, nor to my heart, because I am ashamed of those who recognize me as a knight. That's the knight."

That's what he said, turning to Norish.

"Yes, Lord Norish."

"Yes, of course."

Norish replied with a smile.

"Please leave it to Nelson. If you don't wander around in a strange forest and get lost, I'll follow you everywhere."

Wendy smiled slightly at the words for the first time.

"Knight"

Wendy said.

"Sure, you're strong. A strength different from a swordsman."

That's what knights are.

Nelson said cheerfully.

"carry flat things that cannot be carried, and live forever until they die."

That's how I slightly pull out my hip sword.

"The fog clears up."

Nelson's voice echoed deep into the forest.

A voice that blows away all the gloomy stories of the past, like hope itself.

"The fog that covers this forest must be cleared. Even witches."

Norish nodded with a smile at the words.

"Yeah, let's clear it up. And let's get Leila's smile back."

Wendy smiles slightly and then looks a little sad.

"If someone like you had been by Almark's side."

Then he raised his face as he had reconsidered and looked closely at Nelson.

"Almark is considered a contract to curse witches. I must obey the contract and kill the witch's enemies."

I see.

Nelson nods.

"That curse, that will cut you off."

Please.

Wendy said that and lowered his head deeply.

The silver ornament on the hair made a sad sound and the figure disappeared in no time.

When Nelson waved down his sword, the fog that covered the forest was torn apart and cleared.

"Now, that's the end of your job."

The buyer said.

"Good luck, Nelson, Norish. I didn't expect that much."

The buyer said as if he were a naughty boy until the end.

"Still, if they die, I'm a little lonely."

When they disappeared, Nelson and Norish nodded without a doubt.

"Let's go."

"Yes"

Together with those words, the stage dims.

Almark stepped out into the darkness with his sword on the stage with one hand.

This is my last chance. [M]

View the guest seat from the stage.

When I checked that Ilumis was still on the wall, I loosened her mouth a little and tightened it again immediately.

Take a deep breath.

Don't regret it.

Tell yourself.

Let's get started.

When the lights came on, the audience breathed at once.

In the middle of the foggy forest.

Because the cursed swordsman sat down without hiding the disastrous atmosphere that was in contrast to Nelson's pleasure earlier.

With his sword by his side and his head hanging like a nod, Almark raised his face as if he had noticed something unexpectedly.

"... fog"

The fog gradually faded over Almark.

"The fog cleared up."

Almark stood up slowly.

And without any premonition, he turned his face to the stage sleeve.

Shortly afterwards, Nelson and Norish appeared from the stage sleeve.

"Are you here?"

Norish hides in Nelson's shadow as if he were frightened by the crushing murder of a man in a dirty robe.

Almark's gaze was on Nelson's armor crest.

"Are you a knight of the Kingdom? I haven't seen that crest in years."

Hold the sword slowly.

"Wow, look at that, look at that."

Nelson himself threw out his sword.

"Was the word of the pathetic ghost the same?"

Without seeing any reaction to the words, Almark shook up his foggy head and called out to Nelson.

"Did you clear this fog?"

Nelson doesn't answer and turns to Almark silently.

"Thank you. It cleared my vision."

Almark laughed slightly and shook his sword.

The sharp wind chirp buzzed the audience's ears.

"We're not going through here."

Almark saw Nelson.

Kill me if you want to.

Nelson shakes his head hard.

"Will the vision be clear, but not even the fog of the heart?"

Almark's eyebrows twitched on the words.

"A lined swordsman who once wanted the best name in this country."

Nelson said.

"A noble swordsman who is not known to strangers."

Nelson uttered a tone of pressure.

"May I say to thee now, by thy name?"

The anger echoed through every corner of the auditorium, but Almark passed along with a sneer.

"Say what you want to say. I already threw away my first name."

"Then let me tell you. Wake up with the pride engraved in that name."

Nelson screamed.

"Swordsman Almark!

Almark answered without changing his expression.

"Come on."