Wind noise.
From the dark stage, I heard the wind blowing.
The audience seat that did not stop sobbing from the scene of Almark and Wendy's parting gradually became quiet as if the sound had brought back consciousness.
Instead, I heard the wind shaking the trees.
The stage lights up.
A woman in a black dress with a twisted cane stood on the stage.
Forest Witch Seraha.
And Serrah shut his eyes, and made his ears clear to the sound of the wind, and kept silent for a while, but he opened his eyes.
"... yes"
Serrah said.
"Almark is dead."
The sound of the wind diminishes for a moment.
"Unreliable man."
If you say so boringly, the sound of the wind gets stronger again.
And the knights are coming.
Seraha nods.
"A brave knight defeated the mightiest swordsman, Al Mark, before me."
Serrah laughed out loud, as if he could no longer hear.
I'm looking forward to it.
As Nelson and Norish slowly appeared on stage, a big applause rose from the guest seat.
"Nelson, good luck!
It wasn't Nelson's father who shouted that out of the audience.
Ain bites and crushes the bitter bug.
"Look quietly, Fike."
"No, because Nelson has to do his best."
Fiquet answers without leaving the stage with her bright red eyes, which were crying on earlier occasions.
"There is peace in the kingdom. Almark and Wendy thought."
Ain looked stunned when he wiped his tears like he remembered.
"Okay. That's enough."
It wasn't just Fiquet who shook his head and said that.
From the guest seat, cheers rose one after the other to follow Fiquet.
Ain sighs and explores his pocket, throwing a handkerchief over Fiquet's lap.
"If you cry so much, keep your handkerchief."
Thank you, Ain.
Ficke rubbed his nose in a big way while saying it.
"But I don't think I'm gonna cry that much either."
Okay, okay.
Ain turned his eyes to the stage as if it wasn't funny, but he loosened his mouth as he remembered.
But, well...
The murmur did not reach the neighbor Fiquet.
"You did your best. And the blacksmith's son."
"Oh, Nelson, you look fine."
Colen sounded happy at Nelson's appearance.
"I was worried, but I think it's okay."
Polois nodded next to the words.
"Oh, I'm sure it's not unusual for me to get tired after all that flashy talk with that Almark."
"Hmm? Yeah, well, I'm sure there is."
Koluen puts his arms together.
"When I left the stage earlier, I was acting a little strange."
That's what Nelson looked like.
"I thought you might have been injured. I'm back now."
"Injured?"
Polois frowned.
"I didn't notice. I thought you were watching Wendy all the time. I don't know, it's something I've seen a lot."
Wendy's cute.
Koren laughed and admitted it.
"But Wendy won't be able to see Wendy if she looks around like that in front of me."
Polois laughed lightly.
"Look, that's why I told you."
"What?"
"After all, you like fighting better than girls."
Ah, that's pretty good.
Koren nodded with an unusual and serious face.
"I can't deny it."
Nelson and Norish stopped their feet a long way from Selah.
"The woman in the black dress that looks like that."
"Yes"
Norish nodded.
"It's exactly what the buyer of the Spirit said."
Hmm.
Nelson put his hand on the handle of the sword.
"Apparently that must be the witch. Be careful, Lord Norish."
"Yes"
When Norish nodded.
Serrah, who had never seen Nelson and the others, surprisingly turned his right hand towards you.
No.
Nelson stood in front of Norish and drew his sword.
The next moment, a bluish whirlpool of ice was emitted from Serrah's hand.
Magic flashy with a large audience seat.
The ice spreads across the stage, hitting Nelson and the others.
But when Nelson waved a sword shining in seven colors, the vortex broke in two with a loud sound.
"Nice work, Nelson!
A voice flies from the guest seat and applauds.
As the ice fell to the floor and vanished like smoke, Serrah saw Nelson for the first time.
Oh.
Serrah watched.
"The light of that sword..."
"It's a witch, Seraha."
Nelson raised his sword high and raised his voice.
"My name is Nelson. Become a Knight of the Kingdom of Gabel."
That's how I point my sword at Serrah.
"I will destroy you by order of the king."
But Selaha's consciousness seemed to be focused on the light of the sword, not Nelson's.
Yes, that old tree is helping us.
Serrah distorted his face in disdain.
"Funny thing."
This is the light of the Spirit King Wallis.
Nelson said.
"Witch, your magic won't work anymore."
That's how we get one step closer to Serrah.
"Give it back quietly. The smile of your stolen queen."
It doesn't make sense.
The witch laughed thinly.
His face was laughing, but it was terrifying.
Slowly approached Nelson without holding a cane.
Say it again. My magic. What?
Nelson did not answer, but sat down and waited for Serrah to walk in.
Say it.
As Serrah walks, he violently sticks out his right hand.
The hand carried a blue light.
"What about my magic?
From that hand, the ice vortex was released again.
This time it's bigger than before.
The tip of the ice was large enough to reach the stage ceiling.
Then, a scream rises from the guest seat.
"Mmm."
Nelson shook his sword without showing any sign of fear.
The light leaps.
When the giant ice vortex split in two, Nelson ran through it.
Fill the distance from Serrah at once.
At that moment, ice sprayed out from the floor.
The ice tangled with Nelson's feet and ran up his body.
Nut
Of course, the visual effect of the performance did not actually freeze Nelson's feet, but the scene also screamed from the guest seat.
"What about my magic?
Serrah said again.
That face is distorted by a brutal smile.
"Say it. Knight... what did I say?"
Nelson tries to move his legs, but the ice doesn't chill.
"Mr. Nelson."
Norish screams sadly.
Seeing it, Serrah smiled harshly.
"You came here with a woman. That you have a large identity. I'll make you both ice pillars."
Serrah's hand shines blue again.
Good night, stupid knight.
Ice vortex released again.
But it will also be severed by Nelson's sword.
"Bad in life."
Serrah said as if he were stunned.
"You're not satisfied with just your feet. Now let's move on to the arms."
That's what I said when I squeezed my right hand.
The cracking of ice, the high sound of armor.
It was the ice tangled in Nelson's leg, making a noise and shattering it.
"I broke the ice."
Seraha frowned.
"I'm sorry your legs aren't safe."
However, Nelson didn't seem to have noticed, and shook his body violently to drop a piece of ice.
"We're only a few steps away from the witch."
Nelson laughed.
"You can move your feet that far."
"... yes"
Serrah lowered his right hand.
"It's no coincidence that Almark lost."
That said, I finally asked Nelson what he was interested in.
"What was your name, knight...?"
Nelson takes on discipline with his sword in his hand.
"My name is Knight Nelson. A sword to protect King Amor."
When he heard the king's name, Serrah looked up.
But Nelson didn't mind.
"For unwavering loyalty to King Amor and Queen Leila's smile. I will defeat you, Seraha the Witch."
"Loyalty to King Amor, huh?"
Seraha nods.
Then I slowly put up a twisted wand.
"Then that's the end of the game. I'll give it a try."
There was a dark affection in Serrah's eyes.
"Your loyalty to King Amor."