The story of the son of the mercenary in the north enrolling in the magic school in the south

King Amor slowly walks over to Nelson kneeling.

It's Nelson.

The voice was full of sorrow.

"Why"

King Amor put his hand on Nelson's shoulder.

"Why didn't you go back"

"Ha"

To unexpected words, Nelson looks up.

"Why didn't you fulfill my life"

King Amor's face was distorted by anger.

"Hasn't the Kingdom of Gabel perished already?"

"No way."

Nelson opens his eyes.

"But the feast with King Demigal is not yet"

"Do you doubt the rest of the words"

King Amor stared at Nelson.

"The feast with King Demigal ended a long time ago."

"So, the queen..."

"The queen is dead. And Lilty. Mulboard attacked me, they're all dead."

"No way, like that"

King Amor turned his back to Nelson, who beckoned.

"It's Nelson. I thought it would save the crisis in this country."

With that said, I saw Nelson hatefully over my shoulder.

"But it fell short of expectations."

When told to throw up, King Amor walks away.

"King, please wait"

Nelson screamed on its back.

"Which way?"

"Which way?"

King Amor stopped his leg.

"Let it be decided"

On its back, the stain spreads red and black.

If you notice, countless arrows stood on the king's back.

Screaming from the audience.

"King."

Nelson extinguishes.

"The dead return to the land of the dead."

King Amor looked at Nelson with a chilling eye.

The figure gradually fades away.

"I'll wait, in the land of the dead"

On the verge of disappearing, King Amor said.

"Nelson, if you're a knight, don't expose yourself to shame forever."

The stage lights up.

Serraja stood, grinning thinly, right in front of Nelson, slowly lowering his sword-held hand and stood up flashly.

Norish is also in the same position as before the scene was darkened.

"Master Nelson!

Norish screams.

"What is wrong with you? The witch is right in front of you, Master Nelson!

"It's no use shouting, woman"

Serraja laughed.

"A knight is a mass of loyalty. So strong. With the power of that loyalty, even a swordsman like Almark, who shouldn't be very hostile in strength, will prevail."

That's what I say, put your hand on Nelson's shoulder that won't move.

"But yeah."

I laugh heartily and pleasantly.

"If that source of loyalty is gone, it's over. This knight no longer has any power. Alive, but also dead."

Serraja looked at Norish as if teasing him as he circled around Nelson as if dancing as well.

"If you think about it, knights are inconvenient. Don't you think a swordsman like Almark would be a lot harder to kill for no reason?"

"What did you do?"

With Norish's trembling voice, he still stared at Seraha.

"To Master Nelson, what?"

"Nothing, nothing"

Serraja laughs.

"You would have seen it, too, wouldn't you? I didn't do anything. It's just that this knight's beliefs and doings broke on their own."

"You lied"

Norish exclaimed.

"I don't believe you for stealing Lady Layla's smile. It must have hurt something important to you, Mr. Nelson, because you're a coward."

"You loud bitch. You have nothing to do with it."

Serraja's voice went low.

"This is no place for people like you to step in the first place."

Serraja slowly moves away from Nelson and walks toward Norish.

Its right hand bore the blue light.

"Pass away first from you. The knight will send you later."

Norish stiffens himself and closes his eyes.

That moment.

Something crossed the stage.

Serraja waves his arm to shake it off, hitting him in the tongue.

What was in that hand was a single arrow.

"imitate me like this"

Serraja raised her voice full of anger.

"I just think it'll suck."

"Oh, you don't think so."

It was Morgen, the hunter, who emerged from his sleeve as he retreated.

I have a bow in my hand.

The unexpected reappearance raised a round of applause from some of the guest seats.

"But I can't let you kill that knight here."

Morgen tells Serrah, and from behind him the Spirit Buyer also shows himself.

"That's right. Witch, you're a little too well."

Serraja sighed like she was sick of it.

"The forest witch Selaha was licked, too. There's a hunter and a wooden spirit."

With that said, my hair exudes so much magic that it ripples.

"I can't believe you're going against me."

"Don't lick the power of the Spirit."

When a buyer does so, and a mass of flame appears in his hand, it also moves to Morgen's connected arrow.

"Mr. Norish!

Morgen shouted as he laid down the aim of the arrows for Serraja.

"In the meantime, go to the knight!

"Yes!

Norish nods and tries to steal Serrah's eyes and run over to Nelson.

"Cocksucker"

Serraja tried to reach over there, but there Morgen unleashed an arrow of flames.

Serraja pounds his tongue and pays it off.

"I don't have time to look around, witch."

Morgen said in a trembling voice.

"There's only two of us."

"Master Nelson!

Norish, who ran over to Nelson in that gap, grabbed Nelson's shoulder.

"Cheer up."

Seeing that, Seraha puts her hands down and turns back to the Morgens as she rethought.

"Well, you can do whatever you want. 'Cause you'll soon find it useless."

That's what I said, I made him grin terribly.

"Come on, which one wants to die first?

The stage is dimmed and the light shines on only two people, Nelson and Norish.

"Master Nelson! Dear Nelson!"

Shaken hard, Nelson groaned low.

"Please hold on. The witch's already there."

"The king."

Nelson said.

"No queen, no princess."

That said, I turn my eyes of despair to Norish.

"They're all dead"

"What?"

Norish frowns.

"Master Nelson, what are you talking about? No one's dead."

"No, he's dead."

Nelson says with dismay.

That's what the king said.

"King? King Amor? There's no way the king is here."

"No."

Nelson shook his head.

"That was indeed a king"

"So."

"There's no way the king would lie about it."

Nelson knelt down with pleasure.

"We didn't make it. We are."

"Master Nelson!

Norish grabs Nelson's shoulder and shakes it abusively.

"What's the matter, come this far? Isn't the witch in front of you anymore?"

But Nelson's eyes don't regain power.

"I can't do this anymore. The king is no longer in the world. Let's do that."

"Master Nelson!

When Norish screamed, Morgen and Buyer rolled in to say hello to the two of them.

"Mr. Morgen! Mr. Buyer!"

"Are we done?

When Serraja's voice sounded, the lights lit up all the stage.

"It's not sloppy for coming out so prestigious"

Serraja laughs lightly and slowly walks toward the four of them.

"What do you think? The knight will be useless no more."

Seeing Norish holding Nelson's shoulder, Seraha laughed with pleasure.

"Have you given up?"

"Mr. Norrish, take the knight away"

Morgen stood bow with his trembling hand.

"I'll buy you that much time"

"No."

Norish shook his head like he had decided to.

Standing in front of Nelson, he bites off his lips all the time.

Pan, the dry sound rang across the auditorium.

Serraja raises her eyebrows with an unexpected look.

Morgen and Buyer face to face and end.

Nelson, holding down his cheek, looked up at Norish with a face that looked like he had woken up.

"Dear Nelson,"

Norish stared at Nelson with eyes to fill his tears.

"Please don't say sad things about no more, etc. You are the first brave man in the Kingdom of Gabel. Isn't that our hope?"

Lord Norish.

Nelson squeaks.

"Must I be a king?"

Norish said.

"Do you have to be a queen? Can't we fight without you two?"

Tears spilled out of his eyes.

You're right.

Serraja says with pleasure.

"A knight is something like that"

Shut up, you shut up.

A buyer screams, but when Sellah stares at him, he rushes to hide in the shadow of Morgen.

"Can't I help you?"

Norish tells Nelson, regardless of Seraha's words.

"Dear Nelson. Why don't you fight for me?"

"Give up now."

I shake my head like Seraha was frightened.

"Now let's end the farce"

It was when I proclaimed that to the four who would come forward and consolidate themselves.

The light wrapped the stage.

Oh, and the passenger seats go up.

Nelson's sword restored the light.

Lord Norish.

Nelson's hand grabbed Norish's shoulder.

To its strength, Norish looks up.

Nelson, who was on his knees, stood firm.

"Let me thank you. Nelson, of his loyalty to the king, I almost forgot the most important thing at stake."

Power was back in its eyes.

"Dear Nelson,"

Another puffy tear spills out of Norish's eyes.

"As long as someone believes this Nelson as a knight"

Nelson smiled.

"It can stand up. Many times."

Serrah looked abominable as Nelson's sword emitted a seven-colored light.

"The light. I'm blind."

Nelson nodded forcefully at Norish.

"There's someone in front of me who believes it's a knight. I'm not lost anymore."

"Dear Nelson,"

Shaking and controlling Norish, who says so, gently turns behind his back.

"I didn't expect myself to make a woman cry when I said such a great thing to Almark. Not enough training yet."

With that said, Nelson looked at Serraja and set up his sword.

"You kept me waiting."

"We can fight."

Serraja asks to tease.

"You knight, you don't have faith."

"I thought we could fight."

Nelson nods.

Lord Norish.

Nelson looked back at Norish and nodded again.

"Nelson, the knight of Gabel. Become the knight of the day."