Serraja looks at the ground around Almark and laughs thinly.
"He was annoying the poor little ones again."
Then try to peek into Almark's face, which answers nothing, and whisper.
"So if you're distracted, I've never been over it."
Almark looks around himself with an emotionless eye.
"Kids, etc."
It was a low voice.
"No matter how many you slaughter, it's no consolation whatsoever"
Hehe, and Seraha laughs.
Then why kill him?
"They can't tell the difference between what they can and can't eat."
Almark replied.
"I'm not slashing you because I want to"
"It's your fault."
Serraja laughed and turned his back on Almark.
I tell him to sing, walking slowly in the woods so he can play with the fog.
"Because if you were the real you, there's no way the little ones would come by. Little ghosts come because of you pretending to be dead"
Staring at its back with dark eyes, Almark eventually drowned his head so that he could nod again.
What can I do for you?
Almark asks.
"When you come here, it's when I have to kill someone. You bet, witch."
Serraja turns around and puts on his little neck.
"I hope so."
Say it.
Almark said looking troublesome.
"I will kill whoever you command to kill, whoever it is. That would be the kind of contract."
"A man of good sense"
Serraja smiles and walks over to Almark.
"When he defeated me, he was breathing, and a man of his time went into the woods."
"Swordsman."
Almark asked looking like a hundred million bucks.
"Or a magician?"
"A knight."
He said he was a knight.
Almark looked up.
He said he was a knight.
Repeat again, distorting the mouth.
The look on his face seems to be laughing and crying.
"All I come to defeat you is a sorcerer with a grudge against you or a swordsman blinded by your beauty and treasure. A knight. There's no way that's coming."
"No, I'm coming"
Serraja said.
"I've always wondered when I'd come. Rather late."
Almark saw Seraha.
Then pick up the sword in slow motion.
When I slowly swung it up to the big upper section, I swung it down all at once.
The audience is breathtaking.
Across the auditorium, a sharp wind cut sounded.
"I'm not interested in that story"
said Almark.
But you seem to want to talk.
Serraja narrows her eyes.
I was wondering if you'd listen to me.
"Talk."
Almark said as he stared at the sword.
It's no different than talking to a tree.
"That's sweet."
Serraja said in a sweet tone somewhere.
"Almark. My swordsman."
"That's a good act."
Wipe the sweat and drink out the glass of water in one breath, Nelson said.
"Today's Almark is amazing."
A very short break after an out-of-the-box act.
Nelson and Norish, who were soon awaiting their turn again, were standing side by side on stage sleeves with their hips down and drinking water.
"Almark is amazing, but so is Seraha who responds"
Norish squeals so.
"Two villains, aren't you overpowered?
Morgen snorted more sweaty than Nelson beside him.
"It's definitely an act, though."
Shake your head at the cold power of the stage Almark.
"That Almark was Almark in action."
That's what I said and saw Nelson as pitiful.
"Good luck, Nelson. I'm absolutely sorry I cut you off with that Almark."
"This is a play. It's not like they're gonna kill you."
Nelson laughs and answers, and then he looks at Almark and looks at him.
"But don't even think they're gonna kill you a little bit."
"It's okay."
Norish says as he slowly drinks water.
"If you continue to be a knight, you can't beat Almark"
"Ooh."
Nelson smiles with a grin.
"Thank you, Norish. You finally know what I mean."
"Silly."
Norish flaunts his face.
"All I'm saying is, if you were the usual Nelson, Almark would kill you in no time. That's the play, whatever it is."
"No denial."
Nelson nodded strangely.
"Almark today, that's about as awesome. So Norish."
That said, I turn my serious eyes to Norish like I've never usually shown him.
"You believe me to be a knight. All the time during this play."
"That's not true."
Norish turned away from Nelson and glanced at the cup.
"I don't need you to tell me."
He said he took it.
Almark frowned.
"Give the queen a smile."
Exhale deeply and shake your head.
You're greedy.
"Greedy?
Serraja listens.
"Almark. Because we talked about it, I'd love to hear your opinion. I wonder where I am greedy."
The word is powerful.
A stabbing gaze of a ruthless witch, who does not tolerate frivolous answers.
But Almark's expression didn't change.
"You must have been jealous of beauty"
With his sword staring at him, Almark said.
"Though you are beautiful enough. I wasn't satisfied with that. A woman is a greedy woman."
Serraja's expression looses on the word.
"I really like that unappealing part of you"
Almark looked uncomfortable, but Serraja continued to look fun.
"But you're a man, too."
The words make fun of each other.
"I don't know how a woman feels"
Almark is not interested, but still asks back in law.
"Are you not?"
"No, I'm not."
Serraja nods.
"That woman..."
Only when I said so did I have feelings for the words.
"I don't deserve that one"
"That one? Who?"
Almark asks again without interest.
"It must be decided."
Serraja replied in a lucid tone.
"King Amor."