From that day on, Almark's busy after-school began.
As soon as he finishes his illumis remedial work with Radmar's meditation sideways, he rushes to the classroom.
By then, for the most part, the practice of acting is a paragraph, and it is time to make costumes and tools.
Mainly starring Nelson and Norish were still practicing acting, but Almark wasn't the most likely one, so he helped Morgen process wood and make props.
Along the way, practice acting with Nelson and Wendy when the time is right.
We all stayed in the classroom and continued to prepare until it was time for the sun to set abundantly and if we didn't go home to the dorm anymore, we would be cleaned up for dinner.
Almark was also supposed to be in charge with Wendy for the magic production.
There are two places in charge: the beginning and the climax at the end.
At the climax, the other students are joined for a grand performance, but the scene at the beginning is for just the two of us, so we had to discuss that with Wendy as well.
Sometimes there are few types of magic that Almark can use, and the performances were relatively easy to determine.
The problem was the scene where Almark and Wendy talk to each other at the end.
We talked about it a few times, but we don't have a very good conversation with each other.
As a witch's subordinate, the once best swordsman in the kingdom waving a vicious sword.
That exceptional sword move didn't even give knights away, but upset by the ghost call of his dead lover, he takes the knight's sword to his chest.
The dying swordsman and the spirit of his disappearing lover.
What will the two vanishing tell each other in the last remaining time?
Curimet said they could do whatever they wanted, but after the extermination of the forest demons and the three sets of herbal hunts were carried out as planned, even close to that next holiday, only the two of them made progress on that occasion.
Even after school that day, they put the script in the middle and looked difficult.
"What would you say?
Almark asks, and Wendy nags like trouble.
"Whatever they say..."
Wendy's eyes rocked.
"I don't want Almark to die"
I say pompous.
"But I don't think it's the same thing to tell you not to die in this situation"
Wendy said as she stared at the floor.
"So I don't know what to say"
"Sorry."
I felt like I had to apologize for why, and Almark apologized.
"Why are you apologizing?"
They ask me if I know, but Almark doesn't know that either.
"I've been thinking about it."
said Almark.
"Yeah."
Wendy nods.
"I'll suit you."
"No."
Almark shakes his head.
"Me too, if I thought you were going to disappear and never see me again, it was hard and nothing more floated around. But I thought it was different to tell you not to disappear."
I have eyes for Wendy.
"So I don't know what to say"
"I'm sorry."
"Here."
Almark points to Wendy.
"You apologize, too."
"Really. I wonder why."
The two of us look at each other and laugh.
"You're not moving on."
"Right."
"Hey, Almark"
I called Almark as Nelson swung his sword over there.
I don't think he just painted the tree. That sword looks just like Almark's long sword, regardless of its size.
"This sword that Morgen made for me, it looks real. Let's practice slashing once."
"Oh. Fine."
Almark replies.
"Sorry, Wendy. I'm just gonna go."
"Yeah."
Wendy nods.
"Think while you make a costume."
"Yeah. I'll think about it a little more, too."
Almark walks toward Nelson.
"Almark, don't hit me for real. Because the paint peels off."
Morgen, who is making something next, says in a panicked voice.
"Yeah, I know. Nelson, let's minimize slashing and tying between swords."
"Ooh."
Nelson nods and gives Almark his sword too.
You're good at this.
Almark thinks, putting up his sword in a playful motion, he says heavily.
"Knight, are you the knight of the kingdom? I haven't seen that crest in years."
"Oh, that look. And what was the word of the wretched ghost?
Nelson sets up his sword as he says.
That look no longer belongs to the innocent Nelson who called Almark by waving his sword earlier.
A knight himself who never bends his loyalty to the king.
"A lined swordsman who once left the best name in this country wanting"
Nelson said looking into Almark's eyes.
"I am not a stranger and a swordsman of honor. Can I tell you the name?"
"Say it if you want. I just threw away my first name."
Almark answers.
The two play a breathing stand-up as they speak the dialogue.
Nelson's fat muscles are pretty good, so I'm comfortable with Almark, the recipient.
Hilarious and swordy, dialogue.
Nelson punches in again, dialogue.
Almark also finds out that Nelson is creating another personality in himself called Knight Nelson entirely.
It's Nelson's mouth that speaks, but the dialogue itself is like someone else possessed of Nelson's body is talking.
Nelson said he had always admired knights.
So I guess I have a solid image of myself to play in this play.
"We have to go through. For our king, however strong thou mayest be. For Our Queen."
That said, Nelson's face dabs with the face of a favorite knight he once met on his journey south.
It would mean that Nelson's act is truly imminent enough to recall a true knight.
Compared to that, how about yourself.
Almark thinks.
Cursed swordsman.
I'm dragging the vegetarian self because there's a part of me that resembles me somewhere.
The dialogue we're talking about right now in the face of Nelson is also trying to be heavily compelling, but in the end it's Almark's own words that keep the script intact.
Maybe I need to make another one.
Inside me is Almark, the kingdom's strongest cursed swordsman.
Almark takes Nelson's sword with his own.
"Ah!"
Morgen screamed.
"Almark, I told you not to bump the sword!
As the saying goes, the paint on the two swords peeled off and the wood peeled out.