Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

"Queen Leila is not coming!

King Demigal finally stood up and roughed up his voice.

At that time, Queen Leila slowly descended from the staircase set on the edge of the stage.

King Demigal noticed the footsteps and looked back with a steep face.

The audience took a breath.

It's not just the audience.

The two sets of faces I was looking at on my sleeve had already seen this scene many times in practice, but they still caught my eye.

Wendy's gorgeous beauty when she met Almark.

The monstrous beauty of the witch Serrah, who had a secret feeling for King Amor.

The healthy beauty of Norish, who squeezed his courage and slapped Nelson in the cheek.

The pathetic beauty of Lilty, who greeted King Demigal.

All the girls in the play had different charms.

But what do I have to say about this beauty of Leila coming down the stairs?

It seems like saying such words as "friendly" or "healthy" would actually get in the way.

Queen Leila saw King Demigal.

The mouth gently loosens.

From the beginning to the present, Leila's expression, which had been piercing without expression, collapsed.

One of the junior students whispered, laughing.

From the guest seat, there was nothing to say.

As she calmed down, Leila slowly went down the stairs, smiling.

"Beauty"

Wallis murmured.

"Beauty itself. What about Leila today?"

Ah.

Almark nodded.

I see. That's right. "

Wallis is right.

I don't need any extra words.

Beauty itself.

Neither the story of Princess Leila, which is supposed to be visible through the back, nor the story of Leila herself, who plays it, needs nothing from Leila today.

This beautiful smile swallowed them all up and covered them up.

In front of this beauty, such as the rise and fall of nations, the life and death of humans, not to mention the ups and downs of human emotions, it is nothing more than a trivial matter.

I just want to watch. I want to feel it.

It's just as powerful as it makes you think.

The original roots of human power were in Leila's smile.

"Almark"

Wendy slapped Almark on the shoulder from behind.

"Torque."

Huh?

Almark looks at the torque and is about to raise his voice.

King Demigal, who plays the torque, stood up and watched the appearance of Princess Leila.

In practice, Torque always played well with the complex expression of King Demigal, who first dazed at the smile and then remembered his purpose and tried to create a traffic surface, but finally was overwhelmed by its beauty.

Almark was always impressed that it was good.

He's crying.

Almark nods to Wendy's words.

"Yeah."

"Maybe I've never seen it."

The words are mixed with a fearful sound that sees things you shouldn't see.

I can't believe the torque is crying.

Wendy's right.

The torque was crying.

To be precise, she was biting her lips while staring at Leila.

And tears overflowing from his eyes were passing through his cheeks.

The torque does not wipe it, but keeps an eye on Leila while standing up.

Neither Leila nor I saw the torque, but I wasn't upset.

You go down the stairs with an unchanging smile.

Looking at the tears of torque, Almark remembered Leila's words.

"There's no answer."

That's what Leila said.

"It's not rational."

"The queen's smile is like a mirror reflecting the mind, so everyone who sees it feels different."

Mirror.

Yes, the mirror.

Now Torque is looking at Leila's smile, but at the same time he's looking at himself.

The torque illuminated Leila's smile inside her own heart.

Almark thinks so.

Something happened there.

There's something about that torque that can't hold back tears.

And that's the only thing you know about torque.

Thank you for your patience.

Queen Leila, who stood before King Demigal, gracefully broke her hip.

It's Leila.

"Oh, oh."

King Demigal brutally wiped his tears with his fist, as he remembered.

"Queen Leila. As rumored, no, more beautiful than rumored."

From the words, the poison was already gone.

"What are you saying? Have fun."

Leila smiles with her hands on her mouth

"Now, sit down. The banquet is coming."

As they say, King Demigal lowers his hips.

Everyone saw the flames of ambition disappearing from his eyes.

Oh, did King Demigal give up?

There was no explanation, but no one in the audience would have questioned it.

Leila's overwhelming beauty blows away from reason.

That's persuasive.

And Leila bowed down again, and bowed down beside king Amor.

Everyone in the audience followed him with their eyes.

Leila's here too.

King Amor smiles at King Demigal.

It's not the smile I asked for earlier.

Now, the winner's smile.

"Now, let's continue the banquet."

A shadow gently walking towards the depressed King Demigal.

Garaine was one of the King's subordinates.

"King"

Garaine spoke for the first time in this play.

A low voice.

If you need me, I'll make King Amor.

So I showed only King Demigal and the audience the dagger that I held in my pocket.

"Garaine, you slut."

King Demigal gets stuck in his words.

There was another unreasonable man here, overwhelmed by Leila's beauty, including King Demigal.

If Leila's beauty is no longer reason, so is Garaine's loyalty to King Demigal.

It also resembled Garaine's thoughts on torque.

This silent man does not move with reason in mind.

The form of Galaine's loyalty, which seeks to inspire King Demigal, who is frustrated by his will, by risking his life.

There was another shadow walking there.

It was Princess Lilty.

"King Demigal"

Morgan's wind carries Lilty's subtle voice to the guest seat.

"Oh, this is Princess Lilty."

King Demigal raised his face and Garaine gently backed down.

"What's wrong?"

"Um..."

Lilty hesitated a little and then saw King Demigal's face.

"I heard that the royal crest on the mulboard is an eagle."

King Demigal nods at the words.

"Yes, because the mulboard is surrounded by steep mountains, there are many hawks. My royal emblem likened to it. It's something."

"Actually."

Lilty said shy.

"I want you to sing a song."