It should also be explained to two pairs who fought the Warcraft with their lives at stake.
Having thought of it that way, Almark visited Ain's room after he broke up with Wendy, Morgen, and explained it depended.
As Ain hammered from time to time, he listened to the story with interest, and under the curse of the serpent, he often contemplated it with a difficult face.
When he finished listening to Almark, Ein concluded by saying,
"It's an honor. I had an adventure with a legendary blacksmith."
I said and laughed.
Ain't waving in his face to Almark that he's going to go explain to Ficke too.
"I don't need it. I don't need it. Are you an idiot? If you tell Ficke anything, he'll be in the ears of everyone in the elementary department tomorrow through the blends."
"I guess so."
"Even so. As the guardian of Ficke, I asked him instead, so that's it."
Ain said after he looked troublesome, he laughed and added.
"But apparently, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't seem bored if I stuck with you. Call me whenever you need my brains again."
Autumn is deepening.
At the end of the martial arts tournament at the college, preparations for the sorcery festival begin next.
Elementary students make offerings for each class, but third-grade offerings are determined to be theatrical.
At the end of class that day, after the teacher left, Wallis, a class member, stood in front.
"Well, we're still a long way from it."
Wallis foreshadows that and looks around the class.
"For the sorcery festival, we have to decide on the title of the play we do"
"Well, it's a play this year"
Nelson speaks up.
"Do what's cool."
"A magic festival. What?
Almark whispers softly to Wendy next door.
"Oh, I've never seen Almark before."
Wendy smiles and explains softly.
"The Magic Festival is a big winter event. Alongside the martial arts tournament, it's the College's two biggest events. We do all sorts of magic from class to class."
"Heh. Earlier, Nelson said it was a play this year."
"Yeah. Third grade, the play. You did the dance last year. With a little magic on the way."
That's what Wendy said, and I guess it's the choreography then, turning when she reaches out her right hand.
"Will the king come and see me again?"
"I'm not coming. Just the general public."
Wendy shakes her head and laughs bitterly.
"Because it's still magic used by students. Once upon a time, I was in danger of running wild. And then the great people stopped coming."
"Oh, I see"
Almark nods.
If immature magic is enough to come to a flying magic festival, I guess that means martial arts competitions are safer.
Even while Almark and Wendy are talking like that, the class discussion keeps going.
On the subject of the play, Nelson suggests first, that a cool knight story wants to do.
Next, Norish suggests that a sad story is good, and a few women nod.
Wallis asks me for my opinion, and Leido tells me, "Well, why don't we do it with the big family?" And Nelson tells me, "That's your parents' story."
Leila is still looking out the window with no regard for me.
A buyer suggests, and Pillman agrees, what if it's about a case or a person in history?
Morgen's proposed tale of taste-gathering in the woods unfortunately did not get anyone's endorsement.
"How's the torque?"
Torque, told by Wallis, scratches his head as he roars.
"I don't care about knight stories or anything. Have you all forgotten what's important?"
That's what Torque says, looks around at his classmate's face.
"Who writes the script?"
Torque's words make noisy classes perfect and quiet.
"The play doesn't start without a script. Can you write the script? I can't write, by the way."
"I see. It makes sense"
Wallis snorts.
"Torque's opinion is good, too. In this, the one who can write the script. Or would anyone like to try the script?"
Everyone looks at each other.
Nelson and Norish, who had spoken vibrantly until just now, are also waving their heads small and nagging and looking at the faces of other students.
Wallis looked around at everyone's face like that and then grinned.
"I see. I get it."
Then point to the girl in the seat next to Nelson.
"Curimet"
"Eh."
Suddenly nominated, Curimet solidifies with a bright red face.
She's just a big girl. That suddenly gets everyone's attention and is totally wolfish.
"Wow, me?
"Yeah. It's you."
"Wallis, what are you talking about? Curimet didn't raise his hand."
Nelson in the next seat speaks up like that.
"Hey, Curimet"
"Ugh, yeah."
Curimet has a bright red face, and he finally answers and gets sick of it.
Wallis said with a smile, regardless of such a culimetric reaction.
"Curimet, it's not that hard to tell your troubled face"
Curimet's shoulders tremble in the words.
"In your character, you must have been hesitant to raise your hand."
Wallis continues only with a bright voice.
"I get it. You want to try, Curimet."
Nelson opens his mouth gently to Wallis' words, and next to him Curimet looks up naughty.
"I think you can do it. Don't worry, of course, I'll get everyone else to help me with what I need."
Wallis stays in a bright tone and tells him to encourage.
"What do you say? Curimet."
"... if everyone's okay with me"
Curimet replied so with a small voice that was still going to disappear.
"Thanks"
Wallis smiles and nods.
"Who else has an opinion?
Wallis looks around the class, but of course no one disputes it.
"Okay. It's settled. Let Curimet write the script for our play."