"Almark."
Nelson repeats the name.
"I once heard you were out of news in this forest, but you didn't mean you were still alive"
"Alive..."
Wendy put her finger on her lips as she roamed.
That's not the right way to put it.
That's what makes me look more worried.
"It's kept alive. With a witch's curse."
"A curse. Bye."
Nelson changed his complexion.
"No way I'm a swordsman under a witch."
"That must be about Almark."
Wendy nods softly.
"Poor swordsman tied to the words of a witch. Dolls that just slaughter witch enemies exactly as they say."
"Almark. I've heard that name before."
Norish raises his voice.
"He said he was once the best swordsman in this country. I can't believe they used to subordinate me to witches."
"Look. That was a bad one."
Buyers seem to be good at it for some reason.
"But who are you to know that"
Wendy hesitated a little to Norish's question, then answered.
"I'm Wendy."
I lay my eyes down sadly, I add.
"He is an untrained soul who is dead and will remain in this world."
"I'm not dead..."
Norish gave him a painful look.
"Earlier you called Almark your beloved. You were lovers."
"Yes."
Wendy nods.
"I was happy. Until death separates us."
"Why, he's dead. Even though you're still young. No way. That's the witch's too."
"No."
Wendy shook her head.
"It's my destiny that I'm dead. Almark also knew that the disease was eroding his body."
That's what Wendy said and lay her eyes down.
"But Almark thought my death was because he wasn't around. And because of that gap in my heart, I put it in a witch trap."
"That's sad for you."
Wendy nods at the words of Norish, who himself looks spicy.
"Yeah, it's hard and sad."
With that said, Wendy pointed her wet eyes at Norish.
Beautiful enough for even same-sex Norish to be accidentally blinded.
Wendy slowly widens her arms as she sighs deeply.
"No, I wanted to tell Almark. It's not your fault. So we are still exposed to this kind of unusual appearance in the world. But in the fog-wrapped woods, I don't see him. My voice won't reach him."
"Let's Save"
Nelson accidentally said it out loud.
"What is it, suddenly"
Surprisingly, Norish raises his voice, but Nelson arms up and continues with his usual well-traveled voice.
"I don't know the details, but I could swallow the approximate. More than that, those two circumstances. Stepping in there is not my way of life."
That's what I said, staring straight at Wendy.
"But seeing a grieving woman in front of her hand is not my way of life."
To the words of the knight, Wendy gave the first look of surprise.
"Lord Wendy, for example. I don't know what happened. I was so sad, I passed on enough. If you meet Almark the Swordsman, tell him how you feel."
"Will you believe the words of the ghost"
Wendy asks, not to attempt Nelson's sincerity.
"Believe it, not believe it"
Nelson said.
"I will not lie in my way of life, in my heart, because I am ashamed of those who recognize it as a knight. That's the knight."
That's what I say, turn around Norish.
"Right, Lord Norish."
"Yes, of course."
Norish replied with a smile.
"Go ahead and keep Master Nelson at heart. Unless you walk around the woods you don't know and get lost, I'll follow you everywhere."
Wendy laughed slightly at the words for the first time.
"Knight"
Wendy said.
"Sure, you're strong. strength unlike a swordsman."
"That's what knights are for."
Nelson said happily.
"Bear flat the unbearable and live forever until it is time to die"
That said, I pull the sword out of my hips softly.
"The fog clears"
Nelson's voice rang deep into the woods.
A voice as if hope itself, blowing up all the gloomy stories that have gone on.
"The fog that covers this forest is bound to clear up. Both witches."
To the words, Norish smiles and nods.
"Yeah, let's clear it up. And bring back Lady Layla's smile."
Wendy smiles slightly, then looks a little sad.
"If only people like you had been beside Almark then."
Then I looked up as I had rethought, and I looked at Nelson firmly.
"Almark sees the witch's curse as a contract. He says he must obey his covenant and kill the enemy of the witch."
"Right."
Nelson nods.
"The curse, let it cut off"
"Please, please"
That's what Wendy said, he bowed his head deeply.
When the silver ornament attached to his hair made a sad noise, the figure disappeared momentarily.
As Nelson waves his sword down, the fog that was covering the forest clears up so that it is torn apart.
"Come on, that's it for you."
Buyer said.
"Good luck, Nelson, Norish. I don't expect that much."
Buyer said like a naughty boy to the end.
"If they're still dead, I'm a little lonely."
When the figure disappeared, Nelson and Norish nodded from either side.
"Let's go"
"Yes."
With that word, the stage turns dark.
Almark walked out into the dark, with his sword on stage with one hand.
This is my last chance. [M]
View the guest seats from the stage.
Confirming that Illmis' figure was still on the wall, he loosened his mouth just a little and tightened again immediately.
Inhale deeply.
Don't leave any remorse.
Tell yourself.
Let's get started.
When the lights came on, the audience breathed simultaneously.
In the middle of a fog-wrapped forest.
Because the cursed swordsman was sitting around without even hiding the disastrous atmosphere as if it were in contrast to Nelson's earlier euphoria.
With his sword beside him, Almark, who was drooling his head to sneer, raised his face as if he had accidentally noticed something.
"... the fog"
Over Almark's head, who shrugged so, the fog gradually fades.
"The fog cleared."
Almark stood up slowly.
And he turns to the stage sleeve without any foretaste.
Shortly after that, Nelson and Norish showed up from the stage sleeve.
"Are you here?"
Norish hides in Nelson's shadow like he was much more frightened by the rough killing of a man in a dirty robe.
Almark's gaze was poured on Nelson's armor crest.
"Are you the knight of the kingdom? I haven't seen that crest in years."
That's what I say. Put up the sword slowly.
"Oops. That look, that setup"
Nelson pulled out his sword himself.
"Were the words of the pathetic ghost the same?"
Almark shows no reaction to the word, looks completely over the foggy sunny head, and calls on Nelson.
"Did you clear this fog?"
Nelson doesn't answer, he silently looks back at Almark.
"Let me thank you. Thanks to you, my vision is clear."
Almark laughed thinly and waved one sword.
Hin, the sharp wind-cut noise crunches the audience's ears.
"I'm not going through here."
Almark saw Nelson.
"If you want to go through, kill me."
Nelson shook his head nasty.
"Even if vision is clear, will it not be clear to the mist of my heart"
Almark's eyebrows tickled at the words.
"A lined swordsman who once left the best name in this country behind."
Nelson said.
"A stranger and an unknown swordsman."
Nelson uttered a temperamental voice that pressed the field.
"May I say unto thee now, the name thereof?"
The fury echoed in every corner of the auditorium, but Almark flushed it with a cold laugh.
"Say it if you want. I just threw away my first name."
"Let me put it that way. It's good to wake up with the pride engraved in its name."
Nelson screamed.
"Swordsman Almark!
Almark answered just one word without changing his expression.
"Come."