"Lilty, you can't do that."
King Amor said painfully.
"That smile is beautiful too. But then King Demigal won't be convinced."
"Why, Father?"
Princess Lilty eats down.
"Why can't I?"
"Because I want to see Queen Layla smile, that's just an excuse."
Instead of King Amor, the minister Pillman answered.
"King Demigal is going to wage war on our country under the pretext of humiliation at the feast. And Mulboard's army is strong"
Pillman says so, wandering around the three kings.
"Mulboard is a poor and harsh country, but therefore soldiers are well trained by each and every one of them. If we fight properly, our country will never win."
"Oh, no."
Princess Lilty raises her sad voice.
"So you said you knew from the beginning that your mother couldn't laugh and you wanted to see that smile, etc. How despicable."
"But even if I knew it was a ruse, I couldn't do anything about it."
King Amor said remorsefully.
"Leila can't laugh."
During the conversation so far, Leila had been looking forward with no expression.
Despite what was being discussed about me, I was staring at a point behind the audience without breaking the cold, icy, beautiful look.
So when Layla opened her mouth, part of the audience was so suspicious of her eyes that she thought the doll in the crop had moved.
"King."
Leila's well-attended, clear voice echoed the auditorium.
In one word, Leila had an extraordinary charm that attracted all the attention of the audience and dominated the air on the spot.
"The only reason I can't laugh is because of the curse"
Leila said.
"An evil witch living in the North Forest cursed me."
"Oh, that's"
Pillman can wolf.
It's your first time, Queen.
"Neither do I."
King Amor nods too.
"What do you mean, Leila?"
Leila doesn't change her expression. Keep your eyes open to King Amor and not Pillman.
"That was a few days before I married you"
At the perfect time, Deg darkens the stage.
Once again, when the lighting lit the right side of the stage, there was only one Leila, standing with her back to the guest seat.
That costume has changed at some point.
In fact, he's just magically changing the shade of his clothes to show it, but from the guest seat it would have looked like he'd changed into something else.
"Lady Layla, are you there yet?"
Bright voice calling Layla from the sleeve of the stage.
"Wait a minute, Norish. A little more."
Leila's voice, who answers that, is like a different person from the cold voice she just had.
Looks happy, bright voice.
Leila keeps her back on the guest table and continues her gorgeous interactions with out-of-stage Norish.
The voice is overflowing with a floating feeling of withholding marriage close, and Leila with her back turned must have a beautiful smile, inflating the imagination of those who see it.
So much so that Ficke and others were trying to angle themselves by twisting their bodies wondering if they could somehow not see Leila's face from their seats.
But Leila never shows her smile to the guest table.
There, an unexpected and disastrous sign broke in.
Suddenly a woman in a black dress appeared next to Layla.
Oh, and the guest seats squirm.
Seraha, the northern witch, is the woman who just stands there exuded of magic from all over her body.
"Leila."
When Serraja calls, the first time Leila realizes its existence, she screams small and hardens herself.
"Who, you are"
"I'm Seraha. Ruler of the North Forest"
"Serraja"
Layla repeats the name.
"I've heard of it. Selaha, the witch of the North Forest. What can I do for you?"
"Beautiful."
Serraja blocks Leila's words.
"Besides, I'm blessed"
Serraja peered into Leila's face with a face that was beautiful enough herself and laughed as she distorted her mouth.
"Let's get it"
"Stop."
Leila tries to escape Serrah by making sure she holds her own shoulder.
But when Serrah waved down the twisted cane, Leila nodded with a small groan.
On that shoulder, Serraja gently places her hand.
"Don't worry about it."
Serraja looked down at Leila, trembling, and laughed.
"Blessed you. I'm sure you'll live a wonderful, enviable life from now on. Except"
Serraja whispers in Leila's ear.
The wind of Morgen carries that evil whisper to the guest table.
"Without a single smile,"
Serraja's whispers were filled with evil joy as small screams arose from the lower classmates and ordinary guests in the guest seats.
Seraha disappears again with a laugh.
"Lady Layla? Lady Leila!"
Norish voice.
Leila shrugged in a flat voice as if it were different from her gorgeous voice earlier.
"... I am"
Again, dark.
When the lighting returned, Laila, the expressionless queen, was again sitting beside King Amor.
"Since then, I've stopped laughing."
"No way, that's what happened"
King Amor stood up at ease.
"You've never laughed at me since I was married, you've never blamed me"
Leila said.
"I'm not going to bother you any more. I will die myself. That way King Demigal can say nothing."
Lilty presses Leila to finish saying that lightly or trying to get up.
"You shouldn't. Mother."
"Stupid."
King Amor shook his head.
"He said it was the curse of the witch Selaha. That would rather be easy to talk about. All you have to do is crusade the witch."
"It's easy to say, but it's probably not going to happen."
Leila said as if she were some other HR.
"Witches are strong, forests are deep. There's no one in this country who can fight witches."
"Indeed."
Pillman says nasty.
"Since Almark, once the strongest swordsman in the kingdom, went on a witch crusade and stayed out of the news, no one has ever tried to fight a witch."
"Tell my kingdom there are no other brave men."
said King Amor.
"Do you think there are no brave men to break Leila's curse and save this country"
"If you do."
Pillman said painfully.
"There's only one person on my mind"
"That's the same for the rest. Let's call the name of this country's proud warrior."
King Amor nodded, calling out loud.
"The knight Nelson is not here. Spear as the shield of my Gabel kingdom. Knight Nelson to this immediately."