Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

As Nelson's sword pierced his chest, Almark staggered two steps behind him.

Darkness disappears from the sword that fell out of Almark's hand, and the painted, ragged wooden sword is revealed.

Looking at Nelson's face as if he had stopped breathing, something like black fog rose from Almark's back and evaporated and disappeared.

"Excellent."

Almark said.

A calm, risk-free voice.

Nelson looks at his face with a harsh expression.

"Excellent work, Nelson. It's the essence of Gabel's Knight."

That's what Almark said, slowly shook up the sky.

"I've always had a bad dream."

The face had also changed to a calm one that no longer felt the dust, such as the vicious smile just now.

Mr. Almark, there's a curse.

Norish is about to say.

Nelson stood up slowly to control it.

Forgive me, Almark.

Nelson said.

"I promised to save you. But I don't know how else to save him."

Almark shook his head with a smile.

"I always wanted someone to kill me."

It was like a different voice from the rough Almark that had fallen into possession earlier.

"I can finally die."

Almark said with a clear face.

"Knight Nelson. You win."

Commending the winner with a smile, Almark pointed straight behind the audience seat.

"Go. The witch, Serrah, is up ahead."

Hmm.

Nelson nodded and clamped his sword into his sheath, still emitting light.

"Lord Norish"

Norish looked up at the call with a spicy expression.

"Yes"

"Let's go."

Nelson's expression was only bright.

Let's do our job.

Norish nods at the words.

"Yes"

After seeing Norish rush to Nelson, Almark slowly sat down on the floor.

I'll tell you one thing.

Almark called Nelson.

"Here's the witch's weakness."

Say that and show your chest area with your thumb.

"Save him, like me with your sword."

Almark smiled calmly.

"That poor woman too."

"Remember that word."

Nelson nodded.

"Goodbye, Almark. I am a legendary swordsman."

Nelson turned his back.

"You were stronger than anyone."

Almark laughed and stopped answering.

After Nelson and Norish left.

Only Almark, who sat on the floor, and Wendy, who stood sadly, remained on the stage.

Cursed Swordsman Almark.

The heart that Almark created for this play occupied most of Almark's mind in the battle against Knight Nelson.

But now that the fierce battle was over, Almark was regaining his true sense of silence.

Almark as actor and Almark as self.

It's a strange feeling in your heart.

But Almark didn't like it.

There is still a sense of rejoicing after the battle.

But I felt strangely calm.

Maybe it was because in the battle against Nelson, he spit out all his dark parts and let me take it.

I finally felt that the darkness nestled in my heart of Rhinel's souvenir was clear.

After a while of silence, Almark raised his face and saw Wendy.

Wendy is lying spicy.

Don't make a woman cry.

I just got angry.

Nelson is right.

Don't let Wendy look like that forever.

"Wendy"

Almark called calmly.

Wendy looks up at Almark.

In front of Almark was Wendy, whose eyes were bright red with tears.

Hairstyle I don't usually see. Unfamiliar costumes and makeup.

But undoubtedly Wendy was in front of me.

Even though it wasn't so far away since the play started, I felt it was a long time since I looked at each other like this.

I'm sure that's because we've lived each other's lives in these moments.

The life of the cursed swordsman Almark and his lover Wendy.

"Wendy"

Almark said it again.

A calm voice.

I can see you, too.

Wendy's face was distorted by the words.

"Almark"

Wendy answered to squeeze it out.

"Me"

That's all, the words stopped going on.

Sobbing leaked from the guest seat.

"I've been in a deep fog forever."

Instead of Wendy, who couldn't say anything anymore, Almark said.

"Ever since you were gone."

Wendy's not here.

The sorrow of the swordsman Almark who lost his lover.

Almark's own grief was suddenly distanced from Wendy.

The depth and shape were different, but I felt that it was connected to each other at the bottom.

The feeling of losing light.

The sorrow was the same as the deep fog that stood in this forest.

"But the fog cleared."

Almark smiled.

Nelson took everything.

The brightness of the sun blew away the fog.

Me and Wendy did everything in their power.

"Now you."

You.

"This is how you see clearly."

You can stare at Wendy.

Wendy stares back at Almark without turning a blind eye.

What else do you need?

Almark's chest fills with joy.

"Me"

Wendy said.

"I've been trying to call you. I have to tell you."

Wendy's eyes shed tears again.

"But I don't know what to do. I don't know how to tell you."

"It's okay."

Almark shook his head.

Now, there was no trouble anymore.

"You came. In this forest."

Me and Rhinel.

Wendy came without even looking at herself.

And desperately helped me.

With words, with hearts.

He always called me. [M]

That was enough.

But...

Almark saw a ragged wooden sword rolling by.

The sword Morgan made for me resembling my dagger.

Almark remembers.

About the obstacle that would stand in front of Wendy and myself.

And that means you can't run away or turn your eyes away.

Almark looked at his hands.

A cursed swordsman.

Son of a mercenary in the north.

Are you talking about the Swordsman Almark or the real Almark?

Almark himself was not sure.

But I felt good about that.

"Wendy"

Almark calls.

"I killed a lot of people."

I cut down many people. [M]

From Wendy's eyes, there was another tear.

"In this forest."

On the northern battlefield.

On the way.

In the winter mansion.

"My hands."

My hands.

"It's already dirty with blood."

With blood that does not fall off whether washed or not.

Almark lay down.

I couldn't see Wendy's face.

"I want you."

You.

"I can't even hug you."

There was a short time.

Wendy's quiet footsteps were heard in Almark's nodding ears.

I saw Wendy walking slowly.

"Almark"

The voice came down right above Almark's head.

As if it were a revelation from heaven.

"Your hands."

Wendy said.

"Yeah, not just my hands. Even if your whole body was stained with blood you couldn't wash away."

Wendy's voice trembled.

"No one can soil your soul."

Almark raised his face.

Her eyes were wet with tears, but her eyes were strong and straight.

"I know."

Wendy said.

"The nobility of your soul."

Is this the word of the ghost Wendy? Or the real Wendy.

Almark looked at Wendy as if he had forgotten to breathe.

"It's not a witch's curse or blood or darkness that makes you dirty."

Wendy said it out loud and clear.

"Almark. You're not dirty."

My breath is clogged.

Wendy, I'm...

I'm sorry. I'm looking for you.

"Wendy"

When I called, I noticed that Wendy was gradually fading from the tip of her feet.

It was time to say goodbye.

I have to tell them what to tell them.

Almark makes up his mind.

Wendy, where am I going?

I'm going somewhere. [M]

"Hell, I'm sure. But still..."

Still, I want to be with you.

I want to walk with you.

"Follow me, Wendy."

Wendy smiled.

A beautiful but powerful smile, as if you were back alive in an instant.

"I'll follow you."

Wendy said.

"Wherever you go, wherever you go."

I see.

Almark ate his teeth.

Otherwise, tears would spill and I couldn't say anything.

Well then, let's go together.

Almark told Wendy that he was disappearing.

"Let's stay together."

"Yes"

Hair decorations sounded like clear bells.

After Wendy disappeared, Almark, who had been staring at the void for some time, eventually closed his eyes.

Darkening.