"You said you baked sennendake? Mr. Spirit, did you just say that?"
Buyers show frightened faces at Morgen's creepy grin.
"Hey, what's up, you. Do you have any complaints?"
"Complaining? There can't be"
Morgen says with a creepy smile.
"You know what spirits do."
When he comes back abruptly saying so, he slaps the buyer on the shoulder often.
"Stay! Hey, don't."
Buyers look disgusted and pull Morgen apart.
"What, you are. What do you think you're doing?"
"You're absolutely right, Sennendake is in season now"
Morgen cares not at all for the words of the buyer, and nods forcefully to say so.
"If you're a regular amateur, this season you say Motohukudake or Kiribahiraki. What is Sennendake?"
When you're as impressed as you are, you see the Nelsons.
"I'll take care of Sennendake's growing place. Come on, let's go. I'll show you. Oh, my belly's ringing."
I pound my stomach, and when I slap him, he takes the lead and walks out.
"Are you bellybuzzing? Not your arm."
Nelson and Norish also continue later as they lean their necks.
"Oh, you're hungry!
A buyer screams on its back.
"Bring it on now!
"Good job."
Almark, who thought it was time to pull behind the scenes, was spoken to with a sober voice from next door.
"Oh, Layla"
Almark smiles.
"Yeah. They're all so good acting. Customer reaction is good."
After I say that, I remember Fu.
"Right. Leila was in charge of the production for the buyer."
"Yes."
Leila nods.
"The buyer relied entirely on you for your performance. He said he'd be fine if we didn't even get the dialogue wrong."
Leila tilts her neck at Almark's words.
"I just do what I do, so I don't care if they rely on me so much,"
Then I take a glimpse of Almark.
"Can you still be in this place? Wendy was concentrating behind the scenes."
"Right. If Wendy comes out of behind the scenes, I think I'll pull it off too."
Almark answers.
It's time for both of us to be part of the play.
Almark wasn't sure he could play the part of a cursed swordsman after he and Wendy exchanged words normally behind the scenes and on his sleeves.
"Wendy and I will just meet on stage until the play is over."
"Yes."
Leila nods.
"If that's going to improve the quality of your performance, then so be it."
That's what I say and turn the wand around in my hand.
"Ugh, yum!
A buyer's loud voice echoes from the stage.
"Of course it is, I freshly picked a seasonal sennendake and it's seared right away. It's decided best."
Morgen says it like he's good at it.
"Come on, show the knights to the wings."
"This isn't enough yet."
Shake your head so the buyer can challenge you.
"It's seasonal now, too, with Novizl and Marhisiegai. I'd love to eat that."
"Then even Ebmi will be in season with Crisari's fruit."
Morgen immediately says so and grabs the buyer's arm.
"I don't have a choice. Everybody feed them together, and then you come with me."
"Ma, wait. I am."
When the buyer wanders around but slopes forcefully, he is dragged.
"Come on, it's my turn."
That's what Leila put up her wand.
"Yeah."
Nodded Almark's eyes reflected Wendy appearing on the opposite stage sleeve.
He has a bright white face and a heavily sunken look.
It's almost Wendy's scene.
"I would have liked to see you perform, but it's time to go."
Wendy's here.
Leila nods.
"Go away. When I see you again, I'll see you again."
"I hope so. I don't know if I can get into the role as well as everyone else."
Almark grins and nods bitterly.
"I'll see you later"
That's what I say, behind the stage sleeves.
"Look, this is it!
"Ugh, it's good!
Behind the scenes behind the scenes with the truly enjoyable voices of Morgen and Buyer heard from the stage.
Few people remained behind behind the scenes anymore.
Everyone is busy with their roles and performances.
Just as Lilty, responsible for the next performance, was leaving with Wallis, all that remained behind the scenes was Seraha in a black dress.
"Serraja, next time, please say hello."
"Yes."
Serraja smiles.
"I'm sorry I suddenly changed it just before. But don't get the dialogue wrong."
"Yeah."
Almark rebuts the dialogue in his head again, then also hits the wall and closes his eyes.
Cursed swordsman.
What Almark imagined from his own experience was a mercenary who lost purpose.
Mercenaries who lose their meaning to fight, still go out on the battlefield with inertia and wave their swords.
"I want money. Hold the woman. Be strong. I don't want to be licked. Whatever, it's for fighting."
Reminds me of my father's words.
That's what he said before the new-faced mercenaries who joined the Black Wolf Cavalry.
"But if it's gone to nothing, the mercenaries are gone. Thank goodness you survived, stay off the battlefield and look for other paths."
Then he shrugged his shoulders and added this to the inquisitive mercenaries.
"It's annoying, when that's what's on the battlefield. Be the one who slashes him."
My father said, annoying beings.
That's what Almark looks like as a cursed swordsman.
Poor swordsman who loses his purpose to fight and still can't stop fighting by the curse.
Only the sword is so strong, but I have no feelings for slashing my opponent. Rather, he even thinks he can be slashed whenever he wants.
But I won't allow Seraha's curse to lose.
Almark inflates his image within himself.
This is a northbound role.
Just yesterday, as I was about to give in to the darkness of Rhinul, I glanced at the hearts of the mercenaries of the war.
Now we go through the hearts of mercenaries with nothingness again.
On stage.
I'm forced to pull the buyer that he's full and already satisfied, and take him to a tree with good nuts because Morgen really wants to feed him.
"No, I've never seen a flavorful spirit like you. I just need you to eat this!
"Hey, wait a minute. Ugh. No more"
The belly of a buyer who says so and holds his mouth is swollen on his breasts as if he were a pregnant woman.
It's also Leila's magical performance, but Leila's extra face shines brightly with every taste of the forest.
"Look, over here, Mr. Spirit!
"No, really, you know"
Walk loosely with the buyer out of hand.
The passenger seat boils down to the condition.
Nelson and Norrish followed with a bitter laugh behind the two, stopping in the shade of a tree in the background when they found their white clothes swaying.
"Mm, white clothes... woman"
That's what Nelson says and hangs his hand on the hips sword.
"What if she's a witch?"
"Huh?"
Morgen stops his leg, too.
"A witch?
It was a badly pale woman who sadly laid her eyes down, appearing out of the shade of a tree as the four stared.
Barefoot in a qualitative white piece. Speaking of decorations, just silver hair decorations fastened to your hair.
But its illusory beauty and beauty.
The audience breathed.
The atmosphere of the stage changes in an instant.
There is no production.
Wendy walks between the trees slowly and silently.
That's all, the whole audience was blinded by Wendy as if time had stopped.
Long, worried eyelashes shake.
Both Morgen, Norish and Buyer on stage were viewed by Wendy for a moment as if they forgot it was a play.
Lord Buyer, is that a witch?
Nelson spoke sharply.
Just one ancient knight didn't lose sight of Wendy's realistic beauty either.
The buyer who returned to me all the time shook his head in panic.
"Chi, no. Witches don't wear white like that."
"So, that's it"
"Ah, disappear!
Norish raises his voice.
Wendy walked on stage for a while with a sad look on her face, then slowly faded from her legs and later disappeared.
"Demons or ghosts"
To Nelson's words, Morgen, who was stunned, shook his head.
"No. There's no such beautiful demon, Mr. Knight."