Walking down the dim hallway to a hit, the old couch was indeed placed, as Norish said, to be pushed into the indentation of the wall.
Nelson sat there so he could be buried there.
It's dark and I can't see the look on its face.
"You were here"
When Almark spoke, Nelson moved his jaw slightly without raising his face.
"I've been looking for you a long time."
Nelson, unanswered, shifted his body only slightly to the side.
Almark lowers his back to Nelson's vacant clearance.
"Leido told me. I hear you had sex with Norish."
To the words, Nelson finally laughs slightly.
"It's the usual thing. You know that too."
"I know."
Almark nods.
"But today's is a little different, right?"
With that said, Nelson laughs ridiculously as he stares at the floor.
"Something. Look at that."
Almark waits awhile, but sees Nelson unwilling to say anything more, opens his mouth.
"I know you're very motivated by this play."
Nelson doesn't look up.
"I, too, think the knight of Curimet's script is just right for you. In fact, your acting is fantastic. But"
I know what you're talking about, Almark.
Nelson said it was pompous.
"I tried to keep up with the chivalry, but here's the deal. I'm the most unforgivable person you know."
"Come on."
Almark twists his neck.
"I don't know."
"It's a man who makes women cry."
Nelson said to throw it away.
"Norish was crying"
"Right."
Almark nods.
"The man who makes a woman cry. You were angry at the martial arts tournament."
"I don't know."
Nelson laughs distorting his mouth.
"Eston and Polois. I was making Norish cry because I'm doing the same thing as those two."
"It wouldn't be the same"
Almark says quietly.
"Eston's and Poloise's must be a funny half. Yours isn't."
"The results are the same."
It's not the same.
Almark says, but Nelson shakes his head.
"It was sweet. I'll give it to him. No matter how tight the words we spoke to each other, I meant to know what I thought with my heart. That's why I thought you'd be okay this time."
With a sigh, Nelson mutters, "It can't be okay.
"Because we're different people."
Almark looked silently at the end of Nelson's staring floor.
Nelson told him to tell himself rather than to tell Almark.
"When I'm playing knight, my heart gets hot. Every time I talk, every time I kneel in front of Leido or Leila, my blood is about to boil in me. That's what makes me feel like I really am. It's like I've been the protagonist of a hero story I've always admired before I got here.... That's crazy."
"No."
Almark shook his head, but Nelson didn't seem to need Almark's answer.
"I know it myself. I think it's crazy. There's no such thing as seriously working on a magic festival play. It's like hanging on to your life. But there's nothing I can do. I can't stop."
Nelson took another long sigh.
"Well, then Norish can be a jerk too. He finally returned to me when he saw his tears. How far ahead I was alone. How unscrupulous I said to him and it hit me hard. That's when I finally realized. Really pitiful."
"Two."
Almark blocked Nelson's words and put up two fingers.
"Two, I'll make your mistake right."
Nelson looks up slightly at Almark in surprise.
Almark continued with a calm voice.
"One first. I met some knights on my journey to this college. Unlike Nakahara and the south, there are still knights left as warriors in the north."
"Really?"
Nelson looks up.
"To the north, there are still knights"
"Oh."
Almark nods.
"What do you think they risk their lives for?
"It's settled."
Nelson answered.
"For pride."
"No."
Almark shook his head.
"Not for pride"
He opens his mouth like Nelson said something to the word, but Almark went on to say it.
"Nelson, the knight is. You risk your life for someone who recognizes you as a knight."
Nelson opens his eyes.
Almark was remembering.
Favorite swordsman I met on my journey.
It was at that moment when he, longing for a knight, called himself a knight, to the woman who had asked for help, that he became a knight in the true sense.
I can still remember clearly the look on his face at that time.
That was the face of a knight who was able to patronize a life-threatening opponent.
"That must be completely different from other warriors, like mercenaries."
Mercenaries risk their lives for a variety of reasons.
For the money. For a woman. For more short-circuited pleasure in front of you.
To live. In honor. To fight a strong opponent.
Some of them, as Nelson put it, would risk their lives for pride.
But at least as far as Almark knows, no mercenary fights for someone who recognizes himself as a mercenary.
"If that's why you're a knight."
Almark looked Nelson in the eye and said.
"The first thing you have to do is get Norish to recognize himself as a knight. And I'm sure it's not the way it is today."
"Knight yourself."
Nelson shrugged.
Unexpectedly, I grab Almark's shoulder rampantly.
"Then what am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to be knighted?"
Don't ask me.
Almark paid Nelson's hand.
"I never wanted to be a knight. I want to be a knight, and that's what you should think with your own head."
Then Almark slowly rose off the couch.
"You can do it. That's all I know."
To Almark's words, Nelson shakes his head painfully.
"I don't know."
"And one more thing"
Almark said whatever Nelson said.
"Norish has no quarrel with you. I'm desperate to figure out how I can lean on your heart."
Nelson's face distorts like he's about to cry.
"Norish was the one who told me you were here."
"He did."
Almark gently slapped Nelson on the shoulder.
"Come on, the rest is what you do. Knight Nelson."
"... I am"
With that grunt, Nelson stares at the floor again and bites his lips off.
Almark smiled.
"I'm coming. 'Cause it's probably time for Morgen to come home."
I didn't hear back.
Almark turned his back on the couch and slowly walked away on the spot.