At the same time as it turns dark, it cleans up the background of the stage with a backward outpouring.
The long forest scene is over.
The play will now return to King Amor's palace again.
Someone slapped Almark on the shoulder as Wallis scolded him for his way out of the light and was soaking up the background.
Turning around and checking his opponent's face, Almark smiles.
"Good day, Nelson"
"Ooh."
Nelson laughed uncontrollably with a sweaty face.
"Almark is the one who's tired"
"It was amazing, all the way to the end. That's the star."
"Your acting was more amazing."
"What is it?"
Almark laughs.
Almark whispers to Nelson as he pulls the tree in the background back to his sleeve.
"We won't be able to do this anymore, so you need to rest in the back. You've been out all this time."
"Oh, let me do that. Exactly tired."
Still, Pillman spoke from his sleeve to Nelson, who nodded satisfactorily with a well-done smile.
"Knight Nelson, that sounded like a good death."
"Ugh."
Nelson laughs bitterly.
"There's another way to put it."
"I wonder what more to say"
Pillman, in his own hand, twirls the trumpet he had.
"You're off. Rest in the back till I call."
"Aye."
"Right. Undistracted to the end, as a knight."
Nelson laughs and blocks Almark's words.
"I know. Even you, Pillman, will be here by now. Leave that trumpet."
"Yes, sir."
In exchange for Nelson and Pillman leaving, Serraja, who uplifted his cheek, rushed over to Almark.
"Oh, Seraha. Good day, wow."
Almark unwittingly glances back as Seraha hugs him without saying anything.
"Serraja?"
"Good. It's over."
Serraja nodded his face on Almark's shoulder and said:
"It's over, Almark"
That arm that hugged me was trembling.
"Were you watching? I was a witch to the end, wasn't I?
"Yeah. I was watching you."
Almark gently slaps Serraja on the back.
"That's Seraha. That was a witch who could obey me."
"I did my best. Good luck and done it."
You can see Seraha nodding her face, her shoulders getting soggy, and Almark encourages her voice.
"All the customers were scared of you. He was the best villain I've ever seen."
"Yeah. What I was thinking, what I practiced, what I got out of it all"
Serraja answers with a grumpy voice.
"But I miss you a little now. I wonder why."
"Yes, it is."
Almark nods.
"Neither do I. A part of me finished that story today."
"Right."
A little silence.
"Yeah, you are."
Serraja finally raised his face from Almark's shoulder.
"But I owe it to Almark to finish the story of the witch Selaha. Thanks."
It's not my fault.
Almark shook his head.
"It's all part of your effort."
Then, Almark turns his eyes to the lighted stage again.
"Come on, let's get this all over with."
"Yeah."
Serraja nods.
Watching a smile return to that face, Almark slapped him gently on the back again.
King Amor's Palace.
King Amor, who sits on the throne, and Queen Leila, Princess Lilty, who refrains from taking sides.
Changing from earlier intense battle scenes in the misty woods, the stage was surrounded by a majestic atmosphere.
When Norish offered the black sharp stone with respect, King Amor rose from the throne and walked over himself to take it.
"Right. Nelson."
"Yes."
Norish nods.
"You gave me this stone for the last time."
King Amor held the stone in his hand, closed his eyes and looked up to heaven, but eventually, when he opened his eyes, he placed his hand on Norish's shoulder.
"It was daunting"
Norish bows his head deeply so that he can spin his emotions.
King Amor looked back at the stone after he looked painfully at the figure.
I look at the stone for a while and then take the stone chained out of my chest myself.
Black sharp stones, almost in the same shape, like twins.
"I used to go away to the Fountain of the Woods with a horse, a young child"
King Amor spoke to Norish.
"The rest is a mess. And he left all his servants behind, and was the first of the fountains: but he slipped his feet by his side, and drowned. That's when the strange girl helped me."
King Amor speaks as he nostalgic.
"We played with the girl until the servants caught up. It was really fun. I promised to reunite and share this stone, but that's exactly what happens when we meet. Beautiful memories of my childhood."
That's what I said, after a long look and a smile, I go back to my face.
"But why would a forest witch take this stone"
"Come on, why not?"
Norish answered nagging.
"Maybe he picked it up somewhere."
"Hmmm... I guess so"
King Amor shakes his head small enough to shake off his thoughts.
Then he slowly fitted the cracks between the two stones.
When the stone emitted light for a moment, it splashed with a clear sound.
Almark watched the scene from the stage sleeve.
From the time of practice, I always had a strange nostalgia, every time a stone could be crushed.
"I'm coming."
That's what Pillman stands next to.
"Oh. Pillman, hold on."
Almark smiled.
"Oh."
Seeing the stones scatter, King Amor opened his eyes.
I look back at the shattered stone after only a moment of seeming sad eyes.
"Has this broken the curse? Did you smile back at Leila?"
That's what I say. I look like I peek into Leila's face.
"Leila, how are you feeling?"
But Layla frowned and shook her head with a slightly troubled face.
"Even if they suddenly say so."
"Now you're laughing"
"I don't know."
Layla shakes her head again.
"I hadn't laughed in years, so I forgot how to laugh"
"But if you laugh, you don't know if the curse is broken."
said King Amor.
"The stone Nelson and Norish brought home with their lives on the line."
"Yes, I know that very well."
I get a spicy look on Leila's face.
"But"
"And yet, king"
Norish raised his voice.
"In such a hurry, the queen cannot laugh."
"Mm-hmm."
King Amor laid back on the throne again when he looked like one of the evil ones.
"It's the best thing. I'm sorry, Leila."
"No. I'm sorry"
Layla lays her eyes down and Lilty puts her hand on its shoulder to care for her.
There, the minister Pillman rushed in in in great haste.
"King, King Amor. It's tough, it's important."
"What's all this noise?"
King Amor turns to face.
"No way, King Demigal is here now."
"No way, sir."
Pillman wielded his arm.
"A line of King Demigal will arrive shortly."
"Silly."
King Amor slaps the elbow of the throne.
"Didn't we just get a report yesterday that we crossed the border? Give me three more days."
"Probably fly the horse to fly"
Pillman says abominably.
He said, "Don't give us much time to prepare."
"Holy shit. Despicable everywhere"
King Amor rose.
"Oh, my God, you're in my hands."
The king distorts that face, usually serene, into anger.
"Prepare for the feast. No time, but don't get wet. Give the Demigal kings an excuse to fight."
"Ha ha."
Pillman and Norish run and exit.
"Leila."
King Amor turned to the queen.
"Nelson and Norish did a brilliant job. Let's do what we have to do."
"Yes."
Layla snorts, but that look still remains the same.
Lilty took Leila's hand when King Amor left his footsteps rough as well.
"Mother, it's okay. If I have to, I will."
"Thanks, Lilty"
Leila replied.
"But don't worry. I understand my role, too."
Its slicing chief's eyes were turned across the guest seat as if to look at King Demigal, who had yet to see it.
"For the sake of the people, do what needs to be done, and what is the queen"
Along with Leila's monologue, the darkening.