A pair of students who finished the play come out of behind the scenes in an adorable fuss.
I guess we all have a sense of accomplishment that we've done it well.
We're smiling and slapping each other on the shoulder.
Ficke and the others had cut dragonflies in front of the guests' seats and had another drink.
Most of the time, Emelia kicked me in the butt just asking me not to get on track.
Almark spoke to Ain, who came out last rather late from everyone.
"Good day, Ein. It was amazing."
"Oh, it's you"
Ain smiled.
I'm smiling, but I'm sweaty, and I look terribly pale.
"You look a lot tired."
"Sort of."
Ain sat down dauntlessly in the empty seat after the satisfied public audience returned.
"I had no time off for acting and acting. I didn't even have time to breathe."
"That was amazing."
"I guess so."
Still looks like Ain and laughs invincibly.
"It's me and the script. There's no way it's amazing."
"You did it all."
"Muscular."
Ain nodded.
"As it turns out, thanks to those of us who did it right"
That's what I say and shrug my shoulders.
"Thanks to them if it works. If you can't, I'll take responsibility."
"That's great."
Remembering Ain's words at the time of Ficke's fall in the library, Almark nods.
My words come with responsibility.
Power to convince everyone in the class that if Ain't right, it's okay.
You seem to be doing what you want to do, and at the same time, it's also about being prepared to take all the responsibility when you fail.
"Ain"
Soon a pair of girls stood with a glass of water.
"Good luck"
That's what I say. I give Ain a cup.
"Oh, Chelsea. Thank you. You've had a rough time too."
Ain smiles and receives it, he sounds his throat good and drinks up the water.
"Good."
That's what I said, I returned the cup to the female student, and then I looked at Almark with a teasing eye.
"Ficke's acting would have been good"
"Oh."
Almark nods.
"Good for you. Besides, I stayed out all the time and there was a lot of dialogue. Well remembered, that Ficke has so much dialogue."
When I hear that, Ain and Chelsea laugh face-to-face.
"The actor is this Chelsea."
"Huh?"
Almark sees the face of the quiet looking girl he met for the first time.
This kid shouldn't have been in the play.
"She did?
"Oh."
Ein nods joyfully and looks back at Chelsea.
"Chelsea, you'll be tired too, but let Almark hear it too"
Chelsea nods and smiles at Almark.
"Thank you for today, Almark. My act was good, wasn't it?
"Eh."
Almark keeps an eye out.
Because the voice was Ficke and Melon.
"I'm surprised."
Ain laughs.
"I'm magically speaking the same voice as Ficke."
"There's a real Ficker."
"I didn't mean to do this at first, but I don't remember Ficke's lines too badly. I had no choice but to blow it all to Chelsea except for the first and last village scenes"
"Did you?"
Almark is astonished.
I was impressed by the fact that Ficke had such a talent for his subtle interactions with Larps and Mulka, which seemed very natural.
"I can't remember the words because he's an idiot, but if he moves, he can. I asked Chelsea to talk to me accordingly. That's why your mouth and words were a little off by the way, right?
If you ask me that, I did sometimes feel like there was a deviation in the movement and language of Ficke's mouth. But I thought it was probably because of the sound production.
When she told him so, Ain smiled and nodded.
"Right. If I could fool you, well, the others would be fine."
"You've been working on a lot."
"That's right. This year, a pair of us have been painted a defeat at the martial arts tournament. I'll do whatever I can."
Ein jokes and laughs.
"I said noon, but I'm looking forward to your play. Let me see it."
Ein looks back at Chelsea, and Chelsea nods, too.
"Yeah, I'm excited to see two sets of plays."
The voice is already the voice of a normal girl.
"Good luck."
"Good luck."
"Thanks"
Almark bowed his head to both of them.
Promise time was running out.
Almark hurried his way to the woods, one away from the hustle and bustle around the auditorium and school buildings.
Gradually the lively noise turned away, and eventually, I could see the promised place.
The rock that Almark used to meditate on during his summer vacation.
There was no sign of Wendy there yet.
Relax, sit back on the rock.
I look up at the early winter sky, which is about to dim, and calm my feelings.
"Almark."
Wendy's voice sounded, and Almark looked back in surprise.
A little awkward, Wendy stood.
"Surprised. That was fast."
"I saw your back on the way over, so if I wanted to catch up, I could catch up."
Wendy says shyly.
"The rendezvous is here, so I didn't bother catching up with you to see you properly here."
"Yeah."
Almark nods.
"Thank you for your attention. If they call me along the way, I might not know what to do either."
That's what I said, we both laugh face-to-face.
I feel the conversation started unexpectedly and naturally.
Almark thought.
I think I can say this.
Almark and Wendy sit side by side on a rock.
"One set of plays, good for you."
To Almark's words, Wendy smiles.
"Yeah. That was amazing. It was a completely different play from our class."
"Right."
"I didn't think Ficke was such a good actor. There was so much dialogue, so much talk."
"Oh, actually, it is."
Almark also thought for a moment that he would keep his mouth shut in Ficke's honor, but he also decided to have it sacrificed in order not to destroy this natural air.
Sorry, Ficke. Tomorrow I'll even cook some herbs of Merriam sheep.
"Uh, really?
Wendy rounds her eyes.
"Sure, Chelsea was good at moulding voices. I can't believe I blew most of the time in the middle."
"I guess I didn't really remember Ficke's dialogue."
Almark nods.
"Ain't gonna do anything you don't know."
"Yeah."
Wendy nods.
"But I'm telling you how it feels to make a great play out of a group of kids. I may not have remembered the dialogue, but even Ficke was amazing"
"Right."
Indeed, the two acts in the last scene were crippling.
Ain't just Ain or Ficke.
Emelia, Mulka and Larps starred. Everyone was acting dignified, and the success of the play would not have been possible without performances that were not on the table or the united efforts of the students on the back.
"But I think we can make a play like no other."
said Almark.
"But I didn't think the two of us could make it right now."
"Yeah."
Wendy nods with a nervous face when she finds out Almark has cut to the point.
"Wendy, I need to talk to you properly."
"Yeah."
Wendy looked at Almark.
"I thought so too."
"Good."
Almark nodded.
Then I'll talk to you first.
"Okay."
Wendy nods with a serious face.
"Talk."
It was then that Almark tried never to open his mouth.
"Oh. You're just the two of us. You got this on."
Out-of-place, badly pleasant voice.
The two looked up in surprise.
"Sorry. Sorry."
He was a man with a grey robe.
He slowly approaches me with an apology but a full smile.
Deeply carved soft face.
It looks familiar.
"I guess I surprised you. Looks like you interrupted my date at the magic festival."
That's what I say. Spread your hands over me.
Playful tricks.
A gold ring glowed over its middle finger on its right hand.
"Someone you know?"
Wendy looks at Almark strangely.
I know.
Last time I saw him, he was putting together a bright white robe.
"... mr. Reinull"
Almark called the name of the court magician.