On stage, I finally got a story on Nelson and Norish.
"I know exactly what it's like to think of the queen. Then it's time to go to the North Forest."
Norish nods, Nelson says.
"Yes. If that's all you know, I have nothing more to say either. So far."
"So far."
When I heard Nelson raise his fed up voice, the audience seat boiled more.
The two had already completely grabbed the hearts of the audience.
I see Ficke laughing with his big mouth open.
Ain next door covers his mouth with his hands, but shaking his shoulders from time to time would be due to laughter.
"The two protagonists are accepted."
Reido whispers to Almark.
"This play is all right now"
"Oh."
Almark sees the two people on stage.
An act that doesn't make you feel as if you were so worried or bumped into each other.
Two really dependable people.
And Curimet's eye-to-eye correctness with these two in the lead.
"Come on, it's my turn now."
That's what Morgen stood next to Almark.
Are you nervous?
To Almark's inquiry, Morgen nods.
"I'm sure you do. Just like at the martial arts tournament."
That's what I said and showed Almark, his right hand trembling in small pieces.
"Then we'll be fine."
Almark laughs.
"There's nothing I can count on more than you when I'm nervous"
"I'll say that again"
Morgen looks disgusted.
"You've bought me too much."
"That's not true."
Almark shakes his head.
"When the play is over, let's all eat something delicious"
To Almark's words, Morgen loosened his mouth a little.
"You think I'd be happy to talk about food."
Different?
"No, I'm not."
Morgen smiles.
"It's a promise."
"Oh."
Almark nods.
"Let's all go eat"
"Yeah."
When Morgen nodded, the stage darkened.
Almark runs to clean up the background.
The next scene is the forest.
This is an important occasion for Morgen and Wallis to appear.
Nelson walks through the depressed woods.
Behind it, roughly Norish follows.
"Knight."
Norish calls from behind.
"What?"
Without even turning around, Nelson responds.
"Do you really fit on this road?"
"The road, Lord Norish."
Nelson answers.
"It's got to be somewhere."
"That means"
Norish's voice goes low.
"Do you mean you're walking in plain sight?"
"That's a bad way to put it."
Nelson answers calmly, not via Norish's expression or anything.
"I'm walking to show my heart."
Nelson's dialogue is interrupted by a thoughtless Norish pull on his neck from behind.
"Do what"
"That's what you call it, in the world."
Norish stepped on the stage floor.
"They keep walking, so I just think the road is something I know exactly"
"The road, Lord Norish."
Nelson answers as he may say.
"It's something you can do after you walk."
Guest seats boil again in that dialogue.
"That's not good enough."
Nelson accidentally drew that body when Norish shook his head.
I get dressed like a hug, and the lady in the guest seat cheers me on, oh, yeah.
"Oh, what are you doing?"
When Norish raised his panicked voice, they were surrounded by many black shadows.
The shadow of a black little boy whose performances torque generated.
"Demons!"
Norish raises his voice.
Nelson pulled his hips sword out as he turned Norish to cover his back.
"Because it's dangerous. Stay away from me."
That's what I said. The shadow of a little ghost jumped on Nelson.
When Nelson waves his sword horizontally sharply, it splashes away so that the shadows can play.
Oh, and the audience.
Torque's little ghost shadow resembled Jarranon somewhere.
Almark remembers when Torque and I went to the woods to help Eldo.
Torque called me by my name for the first time then.
With that in mind, I saw a shadow manipulating torque on the opposite stage sleeve.
Black shadows skinning the first one and flying to Nelson one after the other.
Nelson cuts it off.
Its vibrant swordsmanship is just what it deserves to be called the country's best warrior.
Nelson can see exactly what he's doing exactly as he's practicing, but he can also manipulate many shadows at the same time and erase the torque to match Nelson's sword swing.
The good cooperation between the two must have been cultivated at some point by the fact that they stood together every morning for martial arts competitions.
It's a movement between those who know each other well and in their hands.
Morgen breathed heavily as he watched Nelson stand around from the stage sleeve.
Almark slaps that back.
"You'll be fine."
"Yeah."
Morgen nods.
Nelson struck the last shadow on stage.
Ooh, a big round of applause comes from the guest seat with the cheer.
"That's good, Nelson!
I'm sure it was Nelson's father who shouted like that.
Are you hurt?
Norrish snorted as Nelson said so to Norrish, who was holding his breath and watching.
"That's the knight. You're really strong."
"If you're this close, you don't have to make it."
"Now I know the knight has been chosen to crusade against the witch."
"Isn't that a little late?"
The seats boil again for the exchange between the two.
And, behind Nelson, another shadow rose loosely.
Shadow of a little ghost.
The two of you haven't noticed that.
The shadow slowly leans over to Nelson for a breathtaking exchange with Norish.
There was a scream from the freshmen in the guest seat.
Norish notices it late and screams.
"Knight, behind you!
When Nelson looked back, he made sure the shadow was bounced off the side and disappeared.
Ha, and the two of them look at the stage sleeves.
"It was dangerous, you two."
Relaxed and usual voice.
A little fat hunter with a bow slowly appeared on stage.
"Morgen!
I get cheers from the girls in the lower classroom in the guest room.
Morgen smiled and let him wave toward you.