When the stage darkened, the guest seats went out on purpose.
Expectations for the upcoming play were growing.
"Was this how you talked about King Amor and King Demigal?"
"No, I'm not. No witches, no knights."
"So what happens now?"
Such whispers were sent both in the student's seat and in the general guest's seat.
"Leila, you were beautiful"
"Yeah, and a conversation with Norish. You may not have heard Leila's such a pleasant voice before."
Ein elbowed her neighbor Ficke as she heard a pair of colors whisper that behind her.
"Hey. Don't move too much crap. You can't concentrate on the play."
"No. Because."
Ficke whispers back.
"I wanted to see Leila's face, but I couldn't turn around."
You can't be seen, you moved your body somewhat from this position.
Ein sighs in dismay, but Ficke doesn't seem to care either.
"'Cause I've never seen Layla smile before. But I wonder why he was over there. That doesn't look like a guest seat."
"You're as dumb as ever."
Ain shakes his head.
"That's what you're gonna do."
"Yeah. I don't know."
Ficke arms behind his head looking uninterested.
"But two sets of plays are awesome. Leila's pretty and Nelson's cool."
"Hmm."
Ein snorted like it didn't seem funny, but adds as he rethought.
"Neither did those two, but I was surprised by Leido. He would have been a civilian."
"Oh. Speaking of which, yeah"
Ficke nods too.
"But you felt like a king. I wasn't uncomfortable."
"Someone taught him what nobility did. That's a lot more polite, too."
Ain narrows her eyes.
"Wallis, Leila, Torque. None of them are. Only about Wendy can think of a nobleman who's going to do that in two groups."
"Right. The rest of them are something conceited or mean. It's not like that."
Ficke nods loudly.
"But..."
"Oh, here we go."
The whining Ein words broke off as the stage lights were lit.
On stage, Norish had just caught up with Nelson.
"Dear Knight. Hey, knight."
Norish calls me that, and Nelson turns around.
"Don't go further and further. We're going to the North Forest together."
"Uhm."
Nelson nods.
"It's a royal fate."
That said, Norish pulls and stops trying to walk out again.
He said, "Wait a minute."
Laughter leaks out of the guest seat at that communal move.
"Why are you leaving so soon?"
"I don't have time for this."
Nelson answers.
"We must seek a witch before King Demigal of Mulboard arrives."
"We did it."
Norish spreads his hands wide.
I haven't even introduced myself yet.
"Oh."
Nelson nods.
"It's Nelson, the knight of Gabel."
That's what Norish stops trying to walk out again.
"Hold on, hold on, hold on."
Now there's a bigger laugh.
"Is that all? Besides, I haven't named you yet."
"Oh."
Nelson looks like he just noticed.
"Be named."
It's Norish.
I'm done listening to that. The entire guest seat was engulfed with laughter as Norish pulled reluctantly on Nelson's roots trying to walk out just now and stepped on Nelson's exaggeration.
"That's great."
Next to Almark, Raido, who had just finished his act, whispered as he wiped his sweat.
"That air can only be put out on those two"
Smile at Almark for saying so.
"Thanks to you and Wendy. From that day on, the two of you acted remarkably better."
"I'm nothing."
That's what Almark said, shook his head, and saw the two continuing breathtaking exchanges on stage.
"But there's something really good about you two."
"I wondered what was going to happen that day."
Reido laughs bitterly.
That day they bumped into each other after school.
Until that day, Nelson never broke his attitude as the same perfect knight he had shown during his glance on any occasion in the play.
Norish was also trying so hard to play the queen's maid to suit Nelson like that.
But in front of Nelson's imminent act, which he originally admired for the knight, Norish's act of the burnt blade was clearly inferior, and the exchange between the two was unnatural and cropped.
That day, Almark advised Nelson that if he wanted to get a real knight or something, it would be for Norish to acknowledge it.
Wendy said she advised Norish to stay with you as usual.
That was, oddly enough, the same word that Queen Leila threw at Norish, the samurai, between her glances.
Then, I guess they thought about each other and worried about each other.
As a result, Nelson stopped pushing his knight's ideals to Norish.
Norish stopped trying to fit himself into Nelson's ideals.
Then, between us, that usual air came back.
That air was also what Curimet, who wrote the script, had hoped for when he gave the two of them this role.
Of course the play and reality are different.
Nelson doesn't break the minimum line as an ancient knight, and Norish always stands up as a knight Nelson without being so reluctant to speak to Nelson.
But Almark also found out.
"The usual two."
That was undoubtedly the relationship that the two usual people in the classroom showed.
"Yeah."
Reido snorts, too.
"It must have been those two in ancient times."
Nelson tries to push himself in the direction he wants, without even shaking his eyes straight.
Though I prefer that, Norish keeps mouthing to keep an eye on the realistic side.
Nothing, they admitted to each other all the time.
The two usual ones that make even those around them fun were reproduced on stage in the form of knights and samurai.
"That's what they found, two shapes."
Reido laughs at Almark's words.
"So all Nelson has to do is just hang out with Norish."