The sound of wind.
From the stage, which remained dark, I could hear the wind blowing.
The audience seat, which did not stop crying from the scene of the breakup between Almark and Wendy, gradually quiets down as if they had been brought back to consciousness by the sound.
Instead, I could hear the wind rocking the trees this time.
The lights light the stage.
A woman in a black dress stood on stage, with a twisted cane.
Seraha, the forest witch.
Serraja closed her eyes and kept her ears clear to the sound of the wind for a while, but eventually opened her eyes.
"... yes"
Serraja said.
"Almark is dead."
The sound of the wind weakens for a moment.
"The man you can't count on"
When you say that in a boring way, the sound of the wind intensifies again.
"And you have a knight coming"
Serraja nods.
"A brave knight defeated Almark, the mightiest swordsman, before me"
Serraja laughed out loud, as she could no longer see.
"Looking forward to it."
When Nelson and Norish slowly appeared on stage, a big round of applause was raised from the guest seat.
"Nelson, come on!
It wasn't Nelson's father who shouted that out of the guest seat.
Make a face Ain chewed up bitter bugs.
"Be quiet, Ficke"
"No, 'cause I need Nelson to do his best."
Answer without taking Ficke's cringy bright red eyes off the stage on an earlier occasion.
"The peace of the kingdom. Thoughts of Almark and Wendy."
Ein looked at Ficke wiping his tears as he remembered, saying so.
"Okay. Enough."
I shook my head and said that not only because I was stunned by nothing.
The guests cheered one after the other to follow Ficke.
Ain sighs and explores his nostrils, throwing a handkerchief over Ficke's lap and giving it to him.
"Keep about a handkerchief if you cry so much"
"Thank you, Ain"
Ficke sniffed in exuberance as I said.
"But even I don't think I'm gonna cry so much."
"Okay, okay, okay."
Ain looked back at the stage like it didn't seem funny, but loosened his mouth as he remembered.
"But, well"
The grunt didn't even reach the neighbor Ficke.
"You did your best. And that blacksmith's son."
"Oh, Nelson, you look good."
Colen raised his happy voice at Nelson's appearance.
"I was worried, but you look okay"
Neighbor Polois snorts at the words too.
"Oh. If you meet that Almark so flashy, fatigue won't be the norm."
"Hmm? Yeah, well, I do have that, too."
Coren puts his arms together.
"Earlier, when I pulled it off the stage, it was a little strange."
That said, I look at Nelson's standing with my eyes narrowed.
"I thought you were hurt. He's back now."
"Injury?"
Poloise looks at me.
"I didn't realize. I thought you were just watching Wendy. [M] It's something you look at very closely."
"Wendy is cute"
Coren laughed and admitted.
"But Wendy wouldn't even be able to see me if I could stand around like that."
Polois laughed thinly.
"Look. That's why I told you"
"What?"
"In the end, you like to fight more than girls."
"Uh, that's sort of"
Coren nodded with a rare and serious face.
"Surely you can't deny it."
Nelson and Norish stopped their feet still a long way from Sellah.
"The woman in the black dress you see there"
"Yes."
Norish nods.
"It's the same look that the Spirit Buyer was saying"
"Uhm."
Nelson put his hand on the sword pattern.
"Apparently that must be the witch. Lord Norish, be careful."
"Yes."
It was when Norish nodded.
Sellah, who hadn't even seen the Nelsons, accidentally put his right hand over you.
"How about that?"
Nelson stands in front of Norish and pulls out his sword.
At the next moment, a swirl of blue glowing ice was released from Serrah's hands.
Magic so flashy that the audience seats are huge.
The ice spreads to cover the entire stage and strikes the Nelsons.
But when Nelson waved one sword glowing in seven colors, the vortex made a loud noise and broke into two pieces.
"That's good, Nelson!
Voices fly from the guest seats and applaud.
As the ice fell to the floor and disappeared like smoke, Sellah saw the Nelsons for the first time.
"Oh."
Serraja looked out.
"The light of that sword..."
"It's Seraha the Witch."
Nelson raised his sword high and raised his voice.
"My name is Nelson. Knight of the Kingdom of Gabel."
That's what I said, point the sword at Serraja.
"I will destroy you by my royal decree."
But Serrah's consciousness seemed to be focused on the light of that sword, not Nelson's name.
"Yes, that old tree is helping you."
Serraja skewed his face abominably.
"The Kooky Thing"
"This is the light of the protection of Wallis the Spirit King"
Nelson said.
"Witch, your magic will never work again."
That said, one step closer to Serraja.
"Be quiet and return it. The smile of the queen you took from me."
"I can't get through."
The witch laughed lightly.
His face was laughing, but powerful as a relief.
He slowly approaches Nelson without putting up a cane.
"Say it again. What do you mean, my magic?
Nelson did not answer and waited for Serraja to walk over, falling back.
Say it.
Serraja rambles his right hand out as he walks.
The hand brought a blue light.
"What is my magic?
From that hand, a swirl of ice was unleashed again.
Now it's bigger than earlier.
It was large enough that the tip of the ice was likely to reach the ceiling of the stage.
Well, there's a scream coming from the guest seat.
"Mmm."
Nelson waved his sword loudly without showing any signs of fear.
The light leaps.
When a giant swirl of ice ripped into two, Nelson ran between them.
Pack the distance from Serraja at once.
At that moment, he appeared making sure that ice erupted as it twisted from the floor.
The ice tangles on Nelson's legs and runs up its body.
"Colour."
Of course, the visual effect of the performance didn't actually freeze Nelson's legs, but the sight also makes him scream again from the guest seat.
"What is my magic?
Serraja said it again.
The face distorts with a brutal grin.
"Say it. Knight... I don't know."
Nelson tries to move his legs, but the ice is frightening.
"Dear Nelson,"
Norish raises a sad cry.
Sellah grinned terribly when she saw it.
"You brought a woman, and you came here with me. Being in a big position. I'll make you both a good friend and a pillar of ice."
Serraja's hands glow blue again.
"Good night, stupid knight"
Released again, the swirl of ice.
But it is also cut off by Nelson's sword.
"Bad Forever"
Serraja said as if he had been stunned.
"You're not satisfied with your feet alone. Then your arms are next."
That's when I said it and put my right hand around it.
Ice cracking, tall sound.
It was the sound of ice tangled in Nelson's legs, making noises and smashing them apart.
"I had to break the ice."
Serraja frowns.
"Your legs won't be safe, either."
But Nelson didn't look like he was paying attention either, shaking his body rampantly and dropping ice fragments.
"A few more steps to the witch you're after"
Nelson laughed.
"Feet, etc. should move that far"
"... yes"
Serraja lowered his right hand.
"I knew it wasn't a coincidence that Almark lost."
That's what I said, and I finally asked Nelson to be interested.
"Your name is Knight… I wonder what it was"
Nelson names himself disciplined, keeping his sword in place.
"My name is Knight Nelson. One sword to protect King Amor."
And when he heard the king's name, Selaha looked up.
But Nelson doesn't mind continuing.
"For her unwavering loyalty to King Amor and Queen Leila's smile. Witch Seraha, I will defeat you."
"Loyalty to King Amor,"
Serraja nods.
Then slowly, I set up a twisted cane.
"That's it for fun, then. I'll give you a try."
In Serrah's eyes, there was a dark sentiment.
"Your loyalty to King Amor."