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

The start time of the play is approaching and everyone starts to move in a rush on purpose.

There, Wendy and Norish, Lilty, took him back.

Wendy was also finished dressing for the play costume.

The costume itself was a simple piece, but the carefully braided hair and the silver hair decorations attached thereto that would have gotten Norish to help caught my eye beautifully.

Lilty in the poor princess's costume and Norish in a less flashy but elegant shade of costume like a queen's samurai.

The two costumes were also made over the days with Wendy at the centre.

If you compare the costumes alone, Wendy is clearly inferior to the two of us, but coupled with the color of the bright white face, there was a strange beauty that was now not of the world.

"It's already started."

Norish glances around.

"Is that it? What about Nelson?

"I'm going to be a knight now."

When Almark answers, Norish nods, oh.

"Right. You're alone."

"Is Norish okay?"

When Almark asked, Norish was decent.

"I?"

"Yeah. Don't you need time to be alone?"

"Oh."

Norish laughs and waves.

"I don't mind. I don't need that."

"You're not like Nelson."

"Yeah."

Norish smiles.

"I've thought about it a lot, and I've tried, but I figured I decided to go as I am. Wendy told me that was a good idea."

That's what I say and look back at Wendy.

"Hey."

"Yes."

Wendy smiled too.

Hair decorations glow hard.

I also apply makeup to create an atmosphere of the role of ghost on white skin that I still can't get my blood back from yesterday's incident.

It was called a completely different old-fashioned hair braid, and the air was different from the usual bright and energetic Wendy's that put it together.

With that smile on his face, if he touches his hand, he's going to disappear like an illusion.

"Let's do our best, Almark"

Almark, who had been unexpectedly seen, told me so by Wendy.

"Yeah."

Snorts in haste.

"Let's do our best"

What do we do with the two breakup scenes?

Wendy didn't hear anything.

Almark didn't say anything either.

But I'm sure Wendy doesn't think it's okay to stay in the act at the last practice either.

"I can put my heart into it."

Wendy said.

"Then I'm sure you'll be fine."

"Yeah."

Almark nodded.

"I can put my heart into it."

Is that okay?

I can't say for sure, but I also felt that was the most right thing for Almark.

Deg, who went to peek into the guest seat from the stage sleeve, returns with a red tide on his cheek.

"Awesome. It's full."

To that word, tension runs amongst everyone.

"Oh."

Hold your chest, Norish says.

"I'm getting nervous"

"You're getting thirsty."

Pillman suddenly started coughing.

Back from somewhere, Nelson and Serraja already looked completely different, but still heard they were full and made their faces a little harder.

"Guys, don't worry"

Wallis, who felt the air, promptly inspired his voice.

"Moderate tension has a good effect on acting"

Still, the look on everyone's face doesn't loosen.

"Dialogue, let's check again"

Even Morgen says that.

"Can I have a word?"

Almark slapped Wallis on the shoulder and stood in front of everyone.

"For your information, I'd like you to hear it."

That's what I say, I look around at the faces of the whole class.

"If you look at the entire guest seat, you'll be overwhelmed by the number of them. It makes me feel like I'm confronting a lot of people alone."

Almark was remembering how he felt when he took his first stage on one of the travelers.

That's what Danny, the sitter, said to me.

"So nervous people, from the stage, right, left and middle. You should find one responsive customer there and act for just those three. Everything else is a lie. I think only three of them have customers."

"A calf."

Buyer snorts.

"Like."

Besides the buyer, several others nodded as they were convinced.

"My recommendation."

Almark added.

"You're a fickle somewhat behind the passenger seat. I'm sure he'd react straight to our act without thinking deeply."

To the words, the torque that was leaning against the wall erupted.

"Hey, Almark. Stop calling Ficke an idiot for turning away."

"No, I didn't mean that"

But the whole tension is much easier with that one word.

"Ficke. I'll find Ficke."

Morgen tries to run on stage sleeves.

"Well, wait, Morgen."

Wallis pushes Morgen.

"But Almark is right. The method is reasonable. Those who are nervous are going to be worth a try."

Wallis said.

"In any case, today is the collection so far. Guys, let's not be sorry."

Everyone nods at the words.

"Winning or something like that is a story to follow later. We can do whatever we can. Let's make a lot of people cry today."

When Wallis declared so, he cheered and applauded.

Finally the last time to wait for the show to begin.

Almark spoke to Leila, who had been sitting alone on the wall ever since she came in behind the scenes.

"Leila."

When Layla looks up at Almark with no expression, a single large ornament lowered to his hair shakes to make a clear sound.

"Finally. Good luck."

"Yes."

Layla stood up.

"I'm sure you've been in trouble again, haven't you?

That's what I say, peeking into Almark's eyes with no expression.

"But this is what you're doing here, which means you slipped through that trap."

"Yeah."

Almark nods.

Can I just say that I've slipped through?

Perhaps it is more right that you have been granted respite.

"Well, I can handle it this time."

"Then all you have to do is focus on the play."

Leila says with a beautiful doll-like face.

Today, it's probably because of makeup that fits the role of queen. Layla, originally a grown-up face, looked much older.

"Right."

Almark nods.

"I've shown a lot of impudence so far."

"Right."

Leila nodded reluctantly.

"When you're not holding a sword or a cane, you're impudent and you can't stand to see it."

"Well, I can't deny it,"

Almark laughs bitterly.

"But today I'm going to show you my true, cursed swordsman, Almark."

Layla, who heard it, smiled unexpectedly.

"I hope so."

It was a beautiful smile that distracted the beholder, as if life had suddenly been breathed into an elaborate doll.

But by the time Almark looked out for her, Leila was already back to her original faceless expression.

"You just laughed."

"I'm not laughing anymore"

Leila said with a clear face.

"I practiced laughing for the last time. The next thing I laugh at is on stage"

Wallis shouted loudly as Almark tried to open his mouth.

"Come on, here we go"

Behind the scenes, tension runs again.

"Let's go"

Leila said.

I already had ice cold all over its body.

Almark nods.

Wallis raised his voice again.

"All performers and performers are placed. I'll put up the curtain."

Thus, three years and two sets of plays "The Queen Who Doesn't Laugh" finally opened the curtain.