Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

As Nelson's attack gained momentum, Fiquet in the audience exclaimed.

"Wow, that stand around. How long have they been practicing?"

As soon as you finish saying that, put your hands on your mouth.

"Nelson, good luck!

And shout.

Ain answers as if he were talking to himself.

"I don't think that's the result of practice."

On the stage, Almark continued to attack Nelson with his left hand hanging loosely.

It seems to be gradually being pushed by Nelson's momentum, but there is no change in his expression.

"Nelson's serious attacks have all come clean. Almark."

But Ficke is not crazy about cheering on Nelson.

"Come on, over there!

"And I want Nelson to be attacked with exquisite force."

"That's it, Nelson!

Oh, shut up.

Ain shook his head.

"Why is he always next to me?"

"Knight Nelson"

Almark said while parrying the fierce attack.

It's a name worth carving.

Say that and smile.

Farewell carving

Nelson put more effort into the sword.

"With my sword."

The blow to his body looked as if Almark had not been able to wash it away.

Oops, cheers up.

But what a pity.

That's what Almark's left hand did.

The moment I held my sword with both hands, the atmosphere of Almark changed.

It was Nelson who backed off so that he could be played the moment he saw that Almark was in an inadequate position to pursue Nelson.

Gu

Nelson rearranges his sword and watches.

Almark slowly regains his posture in front of him.

"People can't change that easily."

Almark's sword deepens the shadow.

"My back is pushed and supported by people's voices."

Almark laughed.

"It's a bullshit of a man who can't fight alone."

Now Almark kicked the floor.

The first blow from Almark, with both hands.

Everyone knew in an instant that things were different.

Speed and weight, as if offensive defense had been a game.

Nelson, who barely received it, staggered as if he had been slashed with each sword he received.

If we chased him, it looked like we had a match.

But Almark stopped.

He stared down at Nelson, kneeling down.

Then stick out your sword as if you were showing your strength.

Look at that.

Almark roared.

Do you see this?

He was shouting at Nelson, as if he were shouting at something else.

"I'm so strong alone."

It was an incredible scream as if some of the junior students had accidentally blocked their ears.

The audience seat that had been enthusiastic about Nelson's support just now was quiet as if it were dead.

Wow.

Koluen murmured.

Everyone was overwhelmed by Almark's temper, and the first to speak up was a brave maid.

What about Nelson?

Norish screamed.

"The greatest warrior in this country."

The voice was trembling.

Nonetheless, Norish screamed to squeeze it out.

"Brave knight Nelson. Your endless courage is the pride of this kingdom. A jewel of shining boundaries. Please don't lose. You light up every corner of this country. You are."

"Lord Norish"

Nelson blocked Norish's words.

"It's okay around here."

It was a calm voice.

That's because it lights up a little bit.

Nelson smiled at Norish's mouth to reassure her.

Stand up slowly and face Almark.

"I thought the child was crying for nothing."

"What?"

Almark raised one eyebrow.

Are you strong by yourself?

Nelson held his sword again.

"But by your power alone, this Nelson cannot be slaughtered."

"Interesting."

Almark's face twisted violently.

Well then, let's try it.

I couldn't help but scream, and in an instant I narrowed my distance.

With that momentum, I struck Nelson with a sword.

The Nelson who took it fell apart.

Almark's pursuit raids there.

The dull sound of a pinch, a pinch.

The audience unexpectedly shrugged and turned away.

But Nelson took it all very well.

"What's wrong?"

Nelson called out to Almark, who stopped with an unexpected expression.

It can't be cut. I will not slay you, this Nelson is not your power alone. "

"Broken"

Almark is slashing again.

But the results were the same.

Nelson, who barely seemed to be taking everything, refused to allow Almark a decisive blow.

Sleepy.

When Almark finally murmured, the guest seat groaned.

Slowly a barefoot woman appeared from the sleeves of the stage.

Unrealistic beauty that does not suit the scene of death, which also replaces the atmosphere of the stage.

"Almark"

Wendy called.

It was a voice full of sorrow.

"Stop it."

Mr. Wendy.

The noticed Norish took a breath.

"Well, the fog cleared up, so you were able to come here."

Can you hear me, Swordsman Almark?

Nelson called.

I heard that voice.

But Almark looked uncomfortable.

"What are you saying?"

"Almark"

Wendy called again.

"Please, stop this sadness."

Can't you hear me? My lover's voice. "

Almark opened his eyes to Nelson's words.

He said he was a lover.

"Beautiful woman. You look so sad. Look, behind you."

Almark turns around like he's been hit, but his gaze wanders around the universe.

"There's nobody here."

Wendy knelt sadly at the words.

You can't beat me with a sword, knight.

That's how Almark turned to Nelson.

"Bad in life."

The woman's name is Wendy.

Nelson said.

"I am sad that you have fallen into the curse of a witch, regretting your own death because of you."

Almark stops moving.

"Now is the time to convey her words. Listen."

Nelson lowered his sword.

"Here's what she said. My death is not your fault. I want you to stop being so sad. It's not a contract with a witch, it's a curse."

"Shut up."

Almark shook his sword in front of him to shake off Nelson's words.

"Get out of my mouth."

"Almark"

Wendy screamed sadly.

But Almark didn't turn around.

"Can't you see that pathetic figure?"

Nelson said.

"Can't you hear that sad cry?"

"Shut up."

Almark shouted again.

"I don't see anything. I can't hear anything."

Wendy's voice echoes with the same sadness.

"If you can't see, if you can't hear, it's the same as nothing."

"The fog is clear."

Nelson encouraged his voice.

"The time has come to clear up the fog of thy heart."

I said shut up.

Almark jumped on Nelson with his emotions exposed.

"Almark"

Wendy shouted and covered her face with her hands.

Nelson took a good hold of Almark's strike.

"Don't make a woman cry!

At Nelson's sip, Almark backed off like he was under pressure for a moment.

Behind them, Norish spread his hands.

"Wendy, come with me. I lend my body to your soul."

Wendy raised her face to the words.

Tears scatter like jewels.

"Let's tell them together."

Norish nodded forcefully.

"Open your eyes. Clear your ears."

Nelson says.

"Thou art a mighty swordsman."

"Shut up, knight."

Almark screamed.

I shook my sword and jumped on Nelson.

The shadow swirled.

The blow was even heavier.

Nelson broke his knee without being able to hold him.

You talk too much.

Almark screams and strikes the sword again.

It was when Nelson couldn't help but fall on his knees.

"Almark!

Norish screams.

There, the voice of another woman overlapped.

Almark opened his eyes and stopped moving.

"Stop it!

Almark looked back with an unbelievable expression.

The eyes did capture Wendy behind Norish.

My mouth moves.

With Wendy.

But I didn't get a voice.

Forgive me.

Nelson sticks out his sword on his knees.

The light bounces.

It's settled.

In the audience's eyes, Nelson's sword certainly seemed to pierce Almark's chest.