Almark stares at the sword, palely serving as Serrah's talker.
"I didn't think you had any acquaintance with King Amor. You're the witch."
"By the fountain"
Serraja said in a dreamy tone.
"I met that one. I thought it was fate."
"Fountain?"
Almark sounds surprised.
"In this forest, fountains, etc.... Oh"
Almark grinned lightly and nodded.
"You mean that swamp. Since you ruled this forest, did the fountain end up swamped?"
"A testament to destiny"
Serraja pinched the thin chain down from his neck with his fingers, without having to worry about Almark's words.
At the end of the chain ring that emerged from the chest is a black, pointed stone.
"Black sharp stone."
Serraja smiles lovingly.
"You and I split the stone in half."
"Years ago."
Almark says like he pushed it away.
"The king can't remember anything like that anymore."
"No matter how many years ago, it doesn't matter what time it is"
Serraja said.
"But my feelings were not noticed. I was not given love."
Serraja puts his hand on Almark's shoulder.
"So I won't return the Queen's smile"
The dark smile of a witch.
To the words, Almark tilted his neck.
"Ungiven love, or"
"What?"
Serraja narrows her eyes.
"Sounds like you have something to say."
"No."
Almark slowly raises his sword.
Along with that, the gaze rises up as well.
"I wonder which is harder."
said Almark.
"Like you say, you can't give me love from the start, or"
Almark's voice is slightly damp.
"Once the given happiness is taken away and you can't get it anymore"
"I wonder who I am."
Serraja laughed teasingly.
"I was just thinking, your lover's not coming back"
Almark takes his eyes off the sword and sees Sellah.
"Oh, you're angry? Even though it's true."
Serraja said so and let his body go of Almark.
"The knight will eventually get this far. then Almark."
"I know."
Almark stared at the sword again.
"Kill"
I'm counting on you.
The fog swirls and Serrah disappears just as he did when he appeared.
Almark slowly closed his eyes.
"Can't get it anymore, huh?"
The stage turns dark with the words.
At the end of the Serrah and Almark scenes, a distinctly relieved air flowed into the darkened auditorium.
Not so long ago, these two occasions were heterogeneous to previous stories.
As the stage brightened and Nelson and Norish showed up with the buyers, so much so that a loud applause arose from no one in the guest seat.
Nelson proudly let them put up three wings.
"Almark."
Serraja's hand was placed on Almark's shoulder, who breathed on the stage sleeve after his turn.
"Oh, Seraha"
Almark turns around and smiles.
"Good luck"
"I was scared."
Serraja's hand was trembling.
"Huh?"
Surprised Almark sees Seraha's face.
Serraja was crying all over his eyes.
"Almark, you scared me. Wow."
Serraja, who on stage was supposed to be embellished with almarks and show room for teasing, was now shivering his whole body into small pieces.
"I'm a witch on stage, so I could stand it. When you're done, remember your eyes."
"Sorry."
Almark apologizes.
"I didn't mean to"
"Yeah, it's okay."
Serraja shook her head.
Tears spilled over the clap convey cheeks.
"I think it's been a good occasion. Much more than I imagined."
Almark wrapped his hands around the trembling hand slowly lowered from his shoulder by Serraja.
"You were wonderful, Serraja."
That's what I say. I can gently put my strength into my hands.
Serraja exhaled deeply to get her breathing ready.
"I wonder if I can act like Layla can't beat me"
"I can."
Almark nods.
"I promise."
In Almark's hand, the tremor in Serrah's hand subsides slightly.
"so that you may serve as a fine witch."
Almark looked wet in the eyes with Seraha's tears.
"First, I'm going to be a good villain."
"Yeah."
Serraja nodded.
"I'm a witch who can obey you, too"
"Yes."
Almark smiles.
"You are the ruler of this forest."
"Yeah."
Nodding again, Serrah's hand stopped trembling.
"Brilliant."
I honored the Nelsons with a voice Wallis often goes by.
"Was that courage and aspiration true? Buyers"
"Yes."
Buyer snorts.
"I thought you deserved the protection of the Spirit King."
"Uhm."
Wallis reached out to Nelson.
"Take the Spirit's Feather to this"
Wallis fluttered over his head with the wings Nelson offered.
When one wonders if each of the blades emitted a blurry light in the air, it becomes one big light so that everything is intertwined.
"Knight, your soul."
Wallis said, Nelson pulled out his sword without getting lost.
A blade of light sucks into a sword raised high.
An exclamation sigh also leaks from the guest seat to the fantastic sight.
At the end of the day it emitted a light that could bounce for a moment, and the Spirit's wings disappeared.
Instead, Nelson's sword body had a streamlined strange pattern floating around it.
"Your sword has the protection of the Spirit."
Wallis told him sternly.
"The sword will also cleave the magic of the witch."
"Oh."
Wallis adds, however, to Nelson, whose face is filled with joy.
"Don't forget. That his greatest weapon is not his sword, but his own courage."
"Heartfelt."
Nelson nodded forcefully.
"Come on, Lord Norish. To Seraha the Witch!
"Yes!"
Norish nods.
'Cause it's a boarded ship.'
A buyer stood in front of the two of them.
"I've got some good food to eat, and I'll show you the way."
Almark laid his eyes down when he saw Wendy softly standing on the opposite stage sleeve.
Begin.
Thinking about it, my chest hurts like a gnaw.
Once the given happiness is taken away, never again.
The dialogue I said earlier to Serraja comes back to life.
Cursed swordsman Almark.
Almark spoke softly to the role he had created.
Tell me the answer. [M]
By playing you, I'm sure I can see something, too.