The story of the son of the mercenary in the north enrolling in the magic school in the south

With the script in hand, Wallis stood in front again as everyone lively discussed it in their respective groups.

"Guys, okay. Everyone but Curimet has to do the same thing on the back."

Wallis said.

"I don't have time to be blurry when other than my turn. It has to be performed with sound, light, magic that was in the scene. Let's decide beforehand who will be in charge of the performance on which occasion."

That's what I say, turning the script flat.

"Just before and after my turn, it's impossible to back off. Think about it and I'll assign it. Any objections?"

No matter, nobody disagrees.

"You're going to do that from the start. Make up your mind."

When Torque tells the throw, Wallis laughs distorting his mouth.

"Torque, you've barely made it in the middle of the play. I'm gonna make sure you stay active on the back."

Shit, and Torque pounds his tongue.

"Whatever you want."

"Oh. I'll let you like it"

After answering that, Wallis looks at everyone's face again.

"There's a lot to do"

That's what Wallis said. He spread his hands.

"What kind of performance do you make of each occasion? What do we do with conversations and movements that are not written in the script? I have to think about it all. It is also consistent with other occasions. Of course, memorizing the dialogue written in the script is a big premise."

Everyone gets quiet, as the liveliness just now is a lie.

Well, Wallis went on to think that this was really tough.

"In addition to that, we have to make costumes and props. Not everyone can have a uniform robe. Even the background won't just magically perform. Even if we think about our magical powers, we need some form of origination."

"Uh-huh."

Nelson exaggerates his face.

"We don't have enough time."

"I have permission to ask Dr. Feer to devote some class time to preparing the play."

Wallis says.

"But whether that's the case or not, it's like we don't have enough time. Starting today, all those who can stay will stay after school. Get ready."

That's what I say, I look around at a classroom that's completely quiet.

"Any objections?

"... you have no choice."

It was Norish who said that.

"It's a nice script. I think it would be an absolutely lovely play if we did it right"

Norish looked at Curimet and smiled as he held the script to his chest looking important.

"Something that Curimes can't ruin the script he worked so hard to make. We have to do our best."

Curimet groans with joy.

"Right."

Nelson nodded.

"I'll stay. Until the magic festival, every day!

"Perhaps I'm just as happy to be left with you every day."

Norish says to the pull a little.

"You. Tell me you're honestly happy there."

"We don't have that many dialogues, so we're gonna focus on the back."

It was Deg who reluctantly said that.

"Hey, Galaine."

Galein snorts silently, too.

"Say anything. The guy with the most turnouts has to practice."

That's what Deg says and sees Nelson.

"I'm sorry, Deg. Thanks for the help."

Nelson worships Deg with one hand.

"Can't we all stay? They say we shouldn't go into the woods for a while anyway."

says Morgen.

"I guess it was just fine"

"Right. If we all stay, I'm sure we'll keep going."

When Wendy says it in a bright voice, some people nod at it.

"I'll sew the costume. Curimet, tell me your image later."

"Yeah."

Curimet nods.

"And who can help?

When Wendy raises her hand, two hands are raised, as they were attached.

"I'll do it."

"Me too."

It was Lilty and Pillman.

"Thanks. Nice to meet you."

Wendy smiles at both of them.

"Paintings are good for me and my buyers. If you're a woodworker, it's Morgen's private stadium."

That's what Reido says and sees the two of us.

"Yeah. I don't have that much dialogue either, so I'll do my best to paint a good picture."

Buyers said happily, and Morgen, too,

"I need to get some wood somewhere. I'll bring sweets every day from tomorrow."

I said, nod loudly.

"Let's get ready around the people around here. Wallis, okay?

Reido looks back at Wallis.

"Whatever. Guys, please."

Wallis nods.

"Lilty, it's like you keep practicing your songs."

"Yeah."

Lilty nods shyly.

But the look looks a little happy.

"Torque, keep practicing."

"That's not the only place I'm convinced."

Torque flashes his face.

"Why would I accompany Lilty?"

The song Lilty sings in the play is two.

The first song sings unaccompanied, but King Demigal, touched by its singing voice, offers to accompany himself.

And the second song goes with the accompaniment of King Demigal, the keyboard instrument that Torque plays.

"Nothing really, I guess because you can play it. I play it to the extent that it's dull, too. You're definitely the best performer of all this."

To Wallis' words, Torque sighs in disgust.

"Shit. Don't be a pain in the ass."

"Can you play the torque?"

When Almark whispers softly, Wendy nods.

"Didn't Almark know? Torque playing keyboard instruments, very nice."

"Heh."

Speaking of which, Almark remembers when he once followed Jarranon along with Torque in the woods.

Torque's finger movement when he used the beast chase technique to color and track the smell of Jarranon.

I thought it was a delicate move that I couldn't imagine from my usual words and deeds, but was that what I cultivated in the performance of the instrument?

"More than that, it's Almark who's gonna be okay."

Wendy dives into her voice and sees Almark.

"After school, Dr. Illmis will be remedial."

"Yeah. It is."

Almark frowns like trouble.

"But I have my turn, too. I have to practice with you and Nelson, and I want to help Morgen make tools."

"That's right."

Wendy also sees Almark with a troubled face.

"I'll ask the teacher. During the period leading up to the Magic Festival, I was wondering if I could focus on practicing the play."

"I hope you forgive me"

"Yeah."

When I nodded at Wendy's words.

"Follow the martial arts tournament to win the best at the Magic Festival"

Nelson raised his voice.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

"Is there an order for a sorcery festival?"

When Almark asked and Wendy nearly opened her mouth to answer it, the classroom door opened and Feer came in.

"Guys, that's exciting."

Feea looks at the students' faces and smiles as she stands on the stage.

"But it's time to study. Now, once you forget about the magic festival, I'll give you a class."

Yes, and the students rush back to their seats by responding verbally.

So Almark couldn't hear the answer to the question and became dizzy.