Along with the darkening, Almark ran to the stage.
Clean up the table and chairs quickly.
Fluffy floating and cleaning up trinkets without moving from the sleeve is Deg, who is good at floating techniques.
Instead of a cleaned up chair was a splendid throne.
As Almark placed it slightly to the left in the center of the stage, Leido slapped Almark on his shoulder in the dark.
"Thank you, Almark"
"Almost there. Good luck."
That's what Almark whispers back.
From the banquet seats in the kingdom of Mulboard to this point, Leido is in full swing.
"Yeah. Thanks"
Reido had a hidden face with a mustache, and only then did he see the boy smile.
Almark returns to the stage sleeve for a small run.
Nelson was waiting there.
"Good luck."
"Oh."
Nelson laughs with his mouth up.
The lighting lit the stage again.
Between the sights of King Amor.
King Amor, Leila, and Pillman are waiting.
"Lord Nelson the Knight is here."
Almark screamed from the sleeve of the stage.
"Let it pass."
Pillman answers.
Nelson looked no further than before.
I look straight at King Amor's face sitting on the throne, slowly entering the stage.
The side of it, Almark saw with some strange nostalgia.
The armor of the costume and the sword lowered to the waist make a slight sound every step of the way.
Silent time.
But Nelson is not in a hurry.
Step by step in front of the throne with full attention, without cowardice.
I overheard someone clapping.
"Nelson!"
The man's voice goes up and the guest seat squirms for a moment.
When Almark looked softly at the guest seat, a middle-aged man stared at the stage with his eyes bright red and applause.
You're Nelson's father.
Deg shrugs and laughs.
"My son is the star. You must be happy."
"Oh."
Almark nods.
It's not just the lead.
My son is a knight.
Your father would be happy about that.
Nor was Nelson upset at all by the sudden cheering of his father.
When you reach the throne with your spine pinned and stretched out, kneel in a flowing motion.
"Knight Nelson. I have ascended by order of the King."
Not the usual, bright untrustworthy boy voice on the bottom.
Revitalized the junior classmates in the woods at night, a mess, but not the voice of a dependable superior.
A suppressed, but powerful, confident voice.
It quieted down the guests' seats again.
He emerges from the stage sleeve, kneels before the throne, and names.
How many times would Nelson have practiced all this motion?
Speed of walking.
The size of a step.
Position of sight.
Kneeling position and doing.
Voice discouragement.
Nelson repeated the practice as many times as he could until he was satisfied.
Because it was on this occasion that Knight Nelson first came on stage that I felt all of Nelson's ideal knights were packed.
"Well done. Knight Nelson."
King Amor calls.
"Raise your face."
Follow that and Nelson slowly looks up.
The Lord's gaze staggers for a moment, and Nelson smiles calmly.
"Apparently, if you don't pull it off, it's happening."
That's what I say, keep it quiet.
"Tell me what it is."
"It's Nelson, the Knight Guybel."
King Amor wrinkled between his eyebrows painfully.
"He's the bravest man in this country. That's all I could ask for."
"Thank you."
Nelson answers.
"There are no enemies besetting the king."
"North Forest"
King Amor answers.
"The opponent is Seraha the Witch"
To that word, Nelson opens his eyes for a moment.
"My Lady Leila doesn't smile because of her curse. If Leila doesn't get her smile back by the banquet with the incoming King Demigal of Mulboard, the country will perish."
"How are you?"
Nelson smiled.
"Selaha, the northern witch. There's no shortage for them."
"Will you talk to me?"
"Not necessarily"
Nelson answers.
"Knight Nelson"
From next door to King Amor, Leila called.
"Please, please"
"Even in lieu of this life."
Nelson answers.
"There are those who want you on that journey."
That's what Layla says, looks at the stage sleeves.
"Norish."
"Yes, here. Queen."
In response to the call, the samurai entered the stage.
Norish stops perfectly behind Nelson's oblique back, kneeling both ways.
"Knight Nelson. This Norish is my old maid of honor, the closest she was when she was cursed. I want you to go with him."
Nelson looks suspicious when he sees Norish behind his back.
"What is a woman on the same path? We've heard that the north woods are harsh."
"The witch Seraha says she manipulates strange witchcraft. No brave warrior can defeat a man alone."
To King Amor's explanation, Pillman supplements.
"Almark, once said to be the best swordsman in the kingdom, would not have returned to the woods as soon as he was single."
Nelson tilts his neck.
"Forget about the swordsman Almark, I don't even think that's necessary."
Then I bow my head deeply.
"But with the king's life, we shall be on the same path."
"Right."
King Amor nods.
"I asked you, Nelson. Defeat the witch Selaha."
"Not necessarily"
Nelson stood up.
Turn your straight eyes to King Amor.
Live upright at all times.
That's because I'm not ashamed of myself.
And to be ashamed of someone who recognizes himself as a knight.
Crisis in the country. The king's affliction. Queen's wish. A mighty enemy.
I carry what I shouldn't be able to hold alone, and still go flat, straight.
That's the knight.
Nelson flips himself.
And with the same unmistakable footsteps as when he came, he resigned before the king.
"Norish."
Leila spoke to Norish, who followed Nelson with her eyes as she walked away and was confused as to what to do.
"I asked for it."
"Oh, yes."
Norish rushes back to Leila.
"Yes, sir."
"Please help the knight Nelson."
"Yes, of course, if the queen says so."
Norish nods.
With the anxiety of an ancient subordination, he also has a reluctant mouth against Leila.
"Besides, I've always regretted it, too. At that time, while I was attached. I will definitely break the witch's curse and make the queen as bright and funny as she used to be."
I said that and let him snort forcefully, but he looks strange and twists his neck.
"But is it okay with me? Can I help that knight?"
"You just have to stay you"
Leila said.
The expression remained as cold as ever, but the voice seemed only a little warm.
"That's how we can help."
"Ha."
Norish looks less sincere.
"Is that what it is?"
"I'm sure Leila did."
King Amor gently pinches his mouth.
"I asked you, Norish"
"Yes, I did."
Norish bowed his head deeply again, following Nelson and rushing away.