Nelsons going woods line up.
"The woods where the witches live are in fog all the time."
Buyers leading the way say.
"Most of us can't get to the witch by mistake because of the fog."
"Hmm."
Nelson nods.
"But we are relieved that Lord Buyer will guide us."
"Stop joking."
Buyers shake their heads.
"I'll show you outside. I don't even want to smoke that mist."
"So how do I get to the witch?"
Norish asks, the buyer points to Nelson's hips.
"You have that sword with the protection of the Spirit King. If you cut it off, the fog will clear up. And then we'll never get lost again."
"I see."
Nelson pulled his sword out smoothly.
List the pattern that emerges in the body to show the audience again.
"Did the protection of the Spirit King mean anything like that?"
"But be careful."
Buyer whispered.
"Some of the humans got to the witch through the fog forest. But no one has been able to fight a witch for years."
"What do you mean?"
Nelson looks surprised.
"You mean there's still some kind of trap"
"I have a swordsman under the witch."
Buyers tremble as they recall.
"He's a creepy one like a dead man, and his sword is so strong. Even if we're lucky enough to get to the witch, we're all slashed by him for the end of a roll"
"Swordsman."
Nelson nods as convinced.
"A swordsman has nothing to worry about. This Nelson, on the sword, will never take a step backwards."
"Right. If they're swordsmen, the knights win."
That's what Norish says and nods.
"Yeah. Well, I hope so."
Buyers turn back to the front.
Listening to such an exchange between the three, Wendy took a step off the stage sleeve, softly taking her feet.
I don't know if that's conscious, but I didn't get a glimpse of Almark standing on the opposite stage sleeve.
A blue-white barefoot gradually moves towards the center as it glides down the stage floor.
Ooh... a low passenger seat twist.
That was the case earlier, but Wendy just showed herself on stage and the atmosphere in the auditorium changed again.
Wendy, walking down, was equipped with all that beauty.
"Woman in white"
Nelson raised his voice.
Norish and Buyer look back a lot.
Wendy walks slowly with a sad look on her face and without the way she cares about the Nelsons.
"You said you weren't a witch."
To Nelson's words, the buyer nods.
"Yeah. Not at all. That's not a witch."
"But that beauty"
Nelson put his hand on the sword pattern.
"I don't even think it belongs in this world"
"But, knight,"
Norish glances at Wendy from behind Nelson and says reluctantly.
"I don't really feel evil. Most of all, it seems very sad."
"Hmm."
When Nelson took his hand off the pattern, he walked straight up to Wendy.
"Dear Knight!
"It's not safe!
Norish and Buyer raise their voices at the same time, but Nelson doesn't care.
"If you don't know, move on. It's not my way of life to stop and worry."
With that said, I tried to put my hand on Wendy's shoulder, which was sadly annoying.
But the hand that I saw touched cuts the sky.
"Mm."
"I knew it."
The buyer raised his voice.
"Be careful. She's a ghost."
He looked surprised for a moment, Nelson, but he quickly regains his mind.
"Woman in white."
That's what I called Wendy.
"What are you doing here? Why are you so sad"
Wendy looked up slowly.
That look on Nelson's face, as I first noticed its existence, had a strange transparency that I didn't see as something of the world.
Bloodless lips moved.
"Who are you?"
A warm, indelible, chest-tightening voice that has deep worries, but attracts people.
"Wendy, beautiful"
When Fita squeaked in the audience, Radmar next door uncommonly agreed immediately.
"Oh. Beautiful."
When Fita unexpectedly looked to the side, Radmar stared at Wendy on stage as she ate in.
"Who are you?"
Having heard the voice on the stage sleeve, Almark felt his eyes moistening by chance.
Almark's creation, another Almark called the Cursed Swordsman.
I felt the man cry when he heard his lover's voice.
I know how you feel.
Almark speaks.
To be able to say that, I couldn't keep my mouth shut with Wendy on my sleeve or behind the scenes.
For years now, to say the least I know what it's like to be a man who's been chasing the phantoms of his dead lover.
"Almost there"
Almark shrugs.
"Almost, your suffering will be over"
On stage, to Wendy's question, Nelson returns a straight answer like him.
"My name is Nelson. Knight of the Kingdom of Gabel"
"Knight..."
Wendy repeated blurry and Nelson's words.
Its eyes shake slightly, bewildered.
"Knight or swordsman, which is stronger?"
To the unexpected question, Norish and Buyer face to face.
Nelson twisted his neck.
"Well. Which is stronger, a knight or a swordsman,"
"Master Nelson is the bravest man in this country."
That's what Norish answered from behind.
"Whether you are a knight or a swordsman, there is no one in this country to speak to Lord Nelson."
That's what I say, I laugh at Nelson.
"Right, Master Nelson?"
"Uhm."
Nelson nodded rather than humbled, grinning.
"That's a mistake. I don't know if that's the answer to that question."
"The bravest man in this country"
Wendy groans sadly and nagging again, yes.
He slowly turned away from Nelson and looked up at the woods.
"The bravest warrior in this country, you're not that guy anymore"
"Woman. I can't see the story."
Nelson says.
"Answer my question. What is that doing here? And why are you grieving like that"
"To answer your question"
Wendy flutters her gaze back at Nelson.
"I don't even think it makes sense. Or that you will save him."
"Who's that guy?"
To Nelson's inquiry, Wendy looked up to heaven.
The dewy white throat shook.
"My beloved. The strongest swordsman in this country."
"The most" in this country.
Nelson, so repeated, opens his eyes as he thought.
"No way, it's"
"Almark."
Wendy gave the name along with a snorting exhale.