As Nelson's sword pierced his chest, Almark held back two steps.
Darkness disappears from the sword that fell out of Almark's hand, and the painted, stripped, blurry wooden sword is exposed.
From Almark's back, who saw Nelson's face as he held his breath, something like black mist rose and disappeared so that it evaporated.
"Brilliant."
said Almark.
A serene, uninsured voice.
Nelson looks at that face with a harsh look on his face.
"Brilliant, Nelson. The essence of Gabel's knight."
That's what Almark says and slowly looks up to heaven.
"Seems like I've been having bad dreams"
Its face had also been transformed into something serene, such as a vicious smile earlier, which no longer allowed it to feel fine dust.
"Mr. Almark, the curse."
Norish says.
Nelson slowly stood up to control it.
"Forgive me, Almark"
Nelson said.
"I promised to save you. But I don't know what else to save."
Almark smiles and shakes his head.
"I've always wanted someone to kill me"
It was as if the possession had fallen, a voice separate from the previously absurd Almark.
"I can finally die"
Almark said with a sunny face.
"Knight Nelson. You win."
Honoring the winner with a smile, Almark pointed straight behind the audience.
"Go. The witch Seraha is ahead of us."
"Uhm."
Nelson nodded, clamping his sword into his sheath, still emitting light.
Lord Norish.
To that call, Norish, who had a spicy look on his face, looks up.
"Yes."
"Let's go"
Nelson's expression was only bright.
"Let's do our mission."
Norish nods at the words.
"Yes."
After watching Norish rush over to Nelson, Almark slowly sat down on the floor.
"Let me tell you just one thing"
Almark called on Nelson.
"The witch's weakness is here."
That said, thumbs around my chest.
"Save him, like me with your sword"
Almark laughed calmly.
"That's a poor woman, too."
"Let's remember that word"
Nelson nodded.
"Farewell, Almark." O exalted legendary swordsman. "
Nelson flipped himself.
"You were stronger than anyone."
Almark laughed and didn't answer anymore.
After Nelson and Norish left.
On stage, only Almark sat down on the floor and Wendy stood up sadly.
Cursed swordsman Almark.
That mind, which Almark created for this play, accounted for most of Almark's mind in his battle with the knight Nelson.
But now that the fierce battle was over, Almark was recovering his original sense of self in the tranquility.
Almark as a role and Almark as a vegetarian self.
It's a strange feeling, like it's all in one mind.
But to Almark, I didn't hate that.
The exhilaration of finishing the battle is still there.
But it was strangely serene.
Maybe that was because in my fight with Nelson, I was able to spit out all my dark parts and get them to take it.
The darkness, nestled in my heart, of Reinul's souvenir, finally felt clear.
After a lot of silence, Almark looked up and saw Wendy.
Wendy is annoyed by the spiciness.
Don't make a woman cry.
That's what pissed me off.
Nelson is right.
Don't ever let Wendy look like that.
"Wendy."
Almark called calmly.
Wendy looks up and sees Almark.
Before Almark's eyes was Wendy, whose eyes turned bright red with tears.
Hairstyles I don't usually see. Unfamiliar costumes and makeup.
But Wendy was undoubtedly in front of him.
Since the play began, I haven't felt like staring at each other like this for a terrible long time, even though I wasn't so far apart.
I'm sure that's because we lived each other's lives in this meagre amount of time.
Cursed swordsman Almark and his lover Wendy's life.
"Wendy."
Almark said it again.
Calm voice.
I can see you, too.
Wendy's face was distorted by the words.
"Almark."
Wendy replied to squeeze it out.
"I"
That's all I said, the words stopped going on.
A sob leaked from the guest seat.
"I've been in deep fog"
Instead of Wendy, who can no longer say anything, Almark said.
"Ever since you were gone."
Wendy's absence.
The sorrow of Almark, the swordsman who lost his lover.
Suddenly Almark's own grief was distanced from Wendy.
Different depths and shapes, but it felt connected deeper.
The feeling of losing light.
The grief was the same as the deep mist that was standing in this forest.
"But the fog is clear"
Almark smiled.
Nelson took it all.
The brightness of the sun blew me fog.
Me and Wendy did everything we could to each of them.
"Now you are."
You did.
"This is how I can see clearly"
I can stare at Wendy.
Wendy stares back at Almark without turning a blind eye.
What else would it take?
Almark's breasts are filled with that joy.
"I"
Wendy said.
"All this time, I tried to call you. He said I had to tell you properly."
Tears spilled out of Wendy's eyes again.
"But I don't know what to do. I don't know how to tell you."
"That's okay."
Almark shook his head.
Now, there was nothing obsessive about it anymore.
"You've come. In this forest."
Before me and Reinul.
I didn't even look at myself, and Wendy came.
And he helped me desperately.
With words. With heart.
He always called me. [M]
That was enough.
Although.
Almark saw a wooden sword that rolled beside him.
The sword Morgen made for me, making me look like my long sword.
Almark recalls.
about the disorder that would stand in front of me and Wendy from now on.
And that means you can't run away or turn a blind eye.
Almark looked at both his hands.
Cursed swordsman.
Son of a mercenary in the north.
Is it Swordsman Almark or is it the real Almark you're talking about right now?
Almark himself was not sure anymore.
But I felt good about that.
"Wendy."
Almark calls.
"I killed a lot of people."
I killed a lot of people. [M]
From Wendy's eyes, another muscle, tears flowed.
"In this forest"
On the northern battlefield.
On the journey.
In the winter mansion.
"My hands."
My hands.
"It's already dirty with blood"
With blood that doesn't fall off whether you wash it or not.
Almark was annoyed.
I couldn't watch Wendy's face.
"Take you."
Take you.
"You can't even hold me."
There was only a few moments.
Wendy's quiet footsteps were heard in Almark's ear, which nodded.
I could see Wendy slowly walking over.
"Almark."
The voice came down from just above Almark's head.
As if it were a revelation in heaven.
"Your hands."
Wendy said.
"Yeah, it's not just my hands. Even if your whole body was so tainted with blood that it couldn't be washed away."
Wendy's voice trembled.
"Until your soul, no one can defile you"
Almark looked up.
Wet with tears, but strong, straight eyes and eyes met.
"I know."
Wendy said.
"the height of your soul."
Is this the word of the ghost Wendy? Or the real Wendy's.
Almark looked at Wendy, as he had forgotten to breathe.
"It's not a witch's curse or blood or darkness, it's not something that can get dirty."
Wendy ran out strong and clear.
"Almark. You're not dirty."
I'm stuck breathing.
Wendy, I...
I'm sorry. I'll take you.
"Wendy."
When I called, I could see that Wendy's figure was gradually diminishing from that toe.
It was already time to break up.
I have to tell them what to tell them.
Almark decides to be ready.
"Wendy, where am I going?"
I'm on my way.
"I'm sure it's hell. But still."
Still, I want to be with you.
I want to walk with you.
"Will you follow me, Wendy?"
Wendy smiled.
A beautiful, but powerful smile, as if she had returned to life in an instant.
"I'll follow you."
Wendy said.
"To where you go, everywhere"
"Right."
Almark ate up his teeth.
Because if I didn't, I would have spilled tears and couldn't say anything.
"Well, let's go with it"
Almark told disappearing Wendy.
"Together, let's stay"
"Yes."
Like a clear bell, the hair decoration made a noise.
After Wendy's appearance disappears, Almark, who stared into the void for a while, eventually closes his eyes.
Darkening.