When Almark and Morgen took him back to their seats, Nelson and Reido already sat down and waited for them.
"You've been having a lot of slow lunch."
Nelson says with a smile on his face.
"One set of plays, it's gonna start."
"Sorry. Sorry."
Almark apologizes and lowers his back.
"Glad I made it"
"A set of plays, what's the title?"
Nelson answers Morgen's question.
"The boy looking for the dragon," he said.
"Yeah. I wonder if it's funny. Ein was confident, though."
"Shit."
Reido gently puts his finger on his lips.
"The curtain will rise."
As the saying goes, the curtain of the stage slowly rises.
There was a twitch from the guest seat.
"Oh."
Unexpectedly, Nelson also speaks up.
The stage had a rural landscape that seemed as if it were just real and confusing.
Tall houses and wheat fields that run to quite a bit. You can even hear the spiral of a stream running by your side.
"This is amazing."
Almark roars too.
To the sudden level difference from the morning performance, the general guest seats are also quiet, as swallowed, after the first twist.
"I have an amazing number of people assigned to the show."
Reido whispers softly.
"I heard that one group has quite a few students performing. For that matter, I'm investing in magic."
"I see."
Almark nods.
Probably narrowing down the number of performers and expressing this landscape as a class under Ein's direction and direction.
A little boy came in from the stage sleeve in that authentic kind of rural landscape.
It was fickle.
"Oh, look at the dragon."
opening best, Ficke said.
"Look at the dragon. You can have a look at the dragon once."
A relaxed, non-nervous voice.
It's the usual floating fiction.
So it doesn't smell like a play, it looks as if there's a simple boy in the countryside out there.
"Hey, you. Have you ever seen a dragon?"
Ficke talks to the person who wanted to go through, but the passers-by walk away with Ficke as if he were his opponent.
"Hey, you."
Without punishment Ficke speaks to another passerby.
Have you ever seen a dragon?
But neither the passers-by, nor the Ficker, look away, and they just walk away.
"Hey, I hope you got back to me about"
Ficke pointing her mouth and giving her a dissatisfied voice.
Still, I don't give up and throw the same question to another person who walked by, but again, I can't even get him to reply.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."
Ficke says so and tries to grab the passersby's shoulder, but is shaken off and rolls to the ground unnecessarily.
"Stay."
Ficke rubbed his hips against his face.
"What the hell. It hurts."
That's poisonous, but passers-by disappear into the sleeve of the stage without even turning around.
"Shit."
Ficke gets up.
"Wow, that's all"
Reido squeaks.
"Yeah."
Almark figured it out.
All passers-by, not real people.
It's just clothes and robes.
It inflates it with magical powers, wears a hood, and moves it like a real person.
Ficke had that motor nerve that made him fall clean on his own after grabbing his clothes, as if he had been shaken off by passers-by.
As far as that smooth movement is concerned, fortunately, her neck, which looked like it had been snapped by Emelia in the morning, seemed safe.
"Oh. Anyone ever seen a dragon, hey?"
Ficke clutches hands behind his head and is so blurry.
So far, it's practically a one-man play of fiction, but it doesn't make you feel like it.
The guests' seats remain quiet as if they were already completely enthralled by the play.
"No dragons, etc."
Unexpectedly, a heavy voice sounded.
That was like a heavy voice that sounded sloppily across the auditorium rather than the stage.
Then Ain, the Lord of the Voice, slowly appears on stage.
"The audio effect is amazing. One group of people is studying it."
Nelson says remorsefully.
"It's you. I want to see a dragon, and I want to see a dragon, and I want to see it.
Ain was dressed as an old man.
Because his voice sounded familiar, Almark could barely tell it was Ain, but otherwise he would have looked like a real old man.
It doesn't just seem to be a costume, it also seems to have a magical addition here.
"Oh, it's me"
Ficke answers.
"Why do I want to see dragons so bad"
To Ein's inquiry, Ficke shook his head innocently.
"I don't know."
"I don't know."
"Oh. I don't even know why the dragon wants to see it"
Ficke said happily.
"But I know I have to see a dragon. I really want to see a dragon."
"Come on."
Ain't nodding.
Then head west from here.
Ain pointed straight at the back of the guest seat.
"Go for the far west. Along that journey, the Lord will surely meet the dragon"
"West."
Ficke laughs a lot.
"All right. I'm going west."
Along with that dialogue, the countryside of the background disappears in an instant.
What emerged in the background instead was a desert that lasted everywhere.
I think so, the depressed Great Forest.
also a scorching volcano that worries that the stage will burn.
In their respective lands, Ficke meets figures as if they were dragon incarnations.
The story unfolds by exploring its identity.
But in the end, they weren't all dragons.
In the desert was Larps against Galein at the martial arts tournament.
Larps turned into a camel with a large lid kobu after an unmeshed interaction with Ficke.
The camel is perfect for Larps, who suffered from inexhaustible health, and Almark loosens his cheeks too.
The one in the forest was Murka against Deg at the martial arts tournament.
Popular from female students for his neat appearance, he turned into a big white feathered bird with long legs after a communal exchange with Ficke.
In the volcano, Emelia welcomed Ficke.
She seems like a quick girlfriend, roughly trying to get rid of Ficke, but Ficke, who really wants to see a dragon, tries to find out who Emelia is with those hands.
Emelia's identity, which she eventually showed, was a huge cow with a tremendous sense of intimidation.
Almark laughs bitterly as the Dark Warcraft Eldain overlaps in its shapes and Ein references that one.
Always use your experience for something.
Falling doesn't just wake up, it's Ain-like sagginess.
On all occasions, the audience, well-crafted to fine performances and completely immersed in the world of the play from halfway through, cried and laughed with Ficke.
After a long journey, Ficke finally reached a chopped cliff.
Of course I'm not really on the cliff, but it just seemed so with magical performances.
Beyond the cliff, the sea on one side.
Before the stunning fiche, the colour of the goddess appeared, and this is the end of the west, he says.
"O brave man. There is no earth beyond this anymore. Welcome back to where you were."
"Such an idiot. The dragon."
Ficke calls it that, but Colour shakes his head sadly and silently.
The Ficke of Disappointment returns to the countryside where he was after another long journey.
To Ain, who welcomed him, Ficke complained in tears.
"You cheated on me. I risked my life to the end of the west, but the dragon was nowhere. I couldn't see the dragon. I even thought I could die if only I could see a dragon."
That sad cry strikes the chest of the audience, who are in the mood as if they had traveled the world with Ficke, and sobs leak all over the guest seat.
But Ain't moved.
"The dragon is here."
Ain said sternly.
"Where are you?"
Ficke bites.
"If you're here, show me."
"The dragon is here."
Ein raises his hands.
The light wrapped its hands around it.
At that moment, the guests' seats swung wide.
"Ah."
Unexpectedly, Almark also raised his voice.
The shadow of Ficke, illuminated by Ein's emitted light, stretched long into the wall of the stage behind him.
Its shadow shape.
It undoubtedly looked like a giant dragon.
"The dragon is you."
Ain said.
"The journey has honed your soul and elevated you to a dragon."
"I'm the dragon."
Ficke squeaks.
"Yes."
Ain't nodding.
"You asked. The power of dragons. Give me the height. And at the end of the journey, I got it."
"I'm the dragon."
Ficke said it again.
Now be strong.
Ficke turns around the passenger seat, as if someone had called him.
That face is not the usual fiction without tension.
Ficke was straight, looking far ahead.
Behind it, Ficke's shadow dragon slowly punches huge wings.
Where the shadow dragon last spread its wings wide, the curtain of the stage descended.
The loud applause in the guest seat didn't stop ringing for a while.