Time goes back a little.
It was then that Nelson and Norish took each other out and dropped to the stage sleeve after the battle with Almark.
Unexpectedly, Nelson's body relaxed.
"Nelson!"
Norrish rushes to support him, but Nelson kneels with no strength as it is.
"Hold on tight."
Other students rush over to see the two of them.
"Are you okay?"
Nelson nodded at Wallis' voice as he rushed first.
"Oh, my God, I'm a little out of my mind."
But Wallis doesn't mind the word, he grabs Nelson's right arm.
"Mm."
"Ah."
Norish is breathtaking.
Nelson's arm was red and swollen.
"Almark."
Wallis stares at his face.
"What are you gonna do about breaking the star?"
"That's okay. I set you up."
Nelson shakes his head.
Its entire body was also surprisingly wet with sweat at some point.
"I'm happy I'm doing my best to fight. He was helping me out. I got hurt because I screwed up."
"It's treatment, anyway."
Wallis saw the stage.
"Next up on the scene between Almark and Wendy is already a showdown with the witches. We'll fix this before it's too late."
That's what I say, I look back at the Morgens behind me.
"Galein needs you to focus on the performance of this scene. Deg needs water. Morgen, take your sword off me."
"Yeah, okay"
Morgen immediately reaches for Nelson's hips.
Galein nods silently and turns back to the stage, Deg running behind the scenes.
When Morgen took Nelson's sword, he rounded his eyes.
"Oh, I knew it was a blur. Nice to be stuck in your sheath."
"It's not cool if you don't fit it. I was forced to put it away."
Nelson laughs bitterly with his sweaty face.
"I wonder if I can pull this out."
Morgen tries to pull through with a pattern, but the sword is not even frightened.
"Muggle...... no"
"Take it to the torque."
With that said, Wallis puts his hand on Nelson's arm.
The warm light of healing illuminates the darkness of the stage sleeve.
"Galain, stand before us for the performance. Don't let the light leak to the stage."
With that said, Wallis looks at Norish looking worried.
"Norish. Your turn is almost up. We'll do this one. You rest."
"Yeah, but..."
Leila and Lilty came running from behind when Norish gave her a carefree look.
We'll take care of this one.
Leila tells Norish to take Nelson's arm.
"Wallis, let me sit in the chair first."
"Right. It helps."
Morgen and Torque came back from behind as Wallis and Layla sat Nelson down in Lilty's offered chair and fed Deg's brought water.
"Wallis. This guy can't. If I can't pull it out, my sheath will crack better."
Wallis looks at Torque's words.
"Can't you help me?"
"What shall we do, Wallis?"
Wallis nods when he sees Morgen's anxious face.
"It's inevitable."
Hands off Nelson's arm, he looks back at Leila.
"Leila, can you ask for it?"
"Yes."
Leila immediately took over after Wallis and put her hand around Nelson's arm.
Wallis turns back to Morgen.
"Morgen, you had sword reserves."
"Yeah. I've got it"
Morgen points to a new wooden sword placed on the floor of his sleeve.
"What about the sheath?
There's no sheath.
Morgen shakes his head.
"I was making a spare because the sword might break. 'Cause I didn't think it would break to the sheath."
"Right."
Wallis tries to pull himself two or three times when he receives a sword that can no longer be pulled out of the torque.
"I can't."
Torque puts his hands on his hips.
"Me and Morgen tried pulling each other together, but it didn't work. Besides, I started making weird noises, so I couldn't do any more."
"Hmm."
Wallis looked at the sheath with his imaginary face.
It's Morgen's work, carved with intricate lines.
"Okay."
Wallis nods and looks at Morgen.
"Morgen, what's left of the wood"
"It's in the back though."
When Morgen answers, Wallis offers his hand.
Give me a spare sword.
"Oh, yeah."
Morgen picked up the sword on the floor and handed it to Wallis.
But what are we gonna do?
"Morgen, you'll still have your turn. This way is fine now, go to the buyer."
That's what Wallis said, he saw the torque.
"Torque. Help me."
I know what you're thinking.
Torque sighed.
"I'm a rough class member, not at all."
"Let's hurry."
Wallis ran behind the scenes with torque.
When Wendy was slowly trying to disappear on stage.
The guests' seats were filled with sobbing noises.
Even from his sleeve, he could see Nelson's father and Ficke squeezing his face with tears, and the colour with a handkerchief in his eyes.
There, Wallis and Torque rushed back from behind the scenes.
In Wallis' hands, a brand new sheath and a sword that fits into it.
"We're not done with Almarks yet."
Wallis nods as he glances at the stage.
"How's the acting?"
"Wow."
Nelson answers.
On that face, the blood was returning.
"It's great, those two. The whole auditorium is crying. It's like you're not acting."
"Right."
Wallis smiles.
"I thought it would be"
"Heh."
Torque laughs with his nose.
I'm glad you didn't see it.
Then slap Galaine on the shoulder.
"Galain, take the darkness longer"
"I was going to say that, too."
Wallis laughs.
"Let the audience soak up a little aftertaste. Nelson, take this."
Looking at the sword offered, Nelson rounded his eyes.
"Did you make this sheath new?"
"It's an application of stone carving. No big deal."
Wallis answers.
"It's a lot easier than Morgen's decorating, but give me a break there"
"No, of course not."
That said, Nelson pulls out his sword and opens his eyes again.
"And the pattern of the sword."
The proven streamlined pattern of the protection of Wallis the Spirit King, which should not have been in the spare sword, was properly raised there.
"Torque did it for me there"
To Wallis' words, Nelson sees torque.
"Thanks, Torque."
"I don't know."
Torque shrugged his shoulders and then laughed.
"But well, you weren't too bad with the Almark bastard. It was a lot better than when I played with Eston at the martial arts tournament."
"Ugh."
Nelson laughs bitterly.
That's when the stage turned dark.
The stage sleeves are wrapped in darkness at the same time.
In it, only the healing light emitted by Leila's hand illuminated Nelson's arm.
"Come on, we're almost there."
Wallis says.
"Nelson, step on it."
"Oh."
Nelson nods forcefully.
"Thanks, Leila."
"Yes."
Leila took her hand off Nelson's arm and stood up.
"Good luck."
Nelson gets up and lets his right arm bend two or three times.
"Nothing."
That's what I say and laugh at Leila.
"That's great."
"You look great today, Nelson."
Leila replied.
"Show us your light till the end."
"Leave it to me."
Nelson nodded at Leila, turning himself over and standing next to Norish.
"Enough?
It gives Norish a glimpse of his slightly worrying look, but Nelson was already back to his usual condition.
"What? What?
"Fine, then."
Norish shrugs his shoulders.
Nelson whispered to Norish as he saw Almark leave on the opposite sleeve.
"Almarks, I'm so glad... you were crying earlier"
"Nothing."
Norish rushes to rub his eyes and shake his head.
"Shut up. Just stay focused."
"That's our dialogue."
Nelson laughs.
There, the witch in the black dress slowly appeared.
Even in earlier disturbances on the sleeves, Serraja never showed up from behind the scenes.
"Nelson, you're in trouble."
Serraja stood next to Nelson, saying so.
"If you really do this with Almark, that's how it's gonna be."
"Sort of. But I'm fine now. Don't worry about it."
I'm not worried.
Serraja laughed.
"I'm not going to do anything. I'm going to do it."
"Oops. Naturally."
Nelson laughs back.
"Is there anything you can do about it? I'm serious, Witch Seraha."
"Yes."
Serraja nodded.
"Be prepared. Knight Nelson."