"Is Queen Leila not coming!
Finally, King Demigal, who stands up and absurds his voice.
At that time, Queen Leila slowly descended from the stairs set at the end of the stage.
King Demigal notices its footsteps and looks back with a rugged face.
The audience breathed.
It's not just the audience.
The two pairs of faces I see on my sleeve, I should have seen this scene many times already in practice, but they still caught my eye.
Wendy's gloomy beauty when she was able to tour with Almark.
The demonic beauty of Seraha the witch with her thoughts on King Amor.
Norish's, healthy beauty, who squeezed his courage and slapped Nelson on the cheek.
Lilty's, poor beauty who greeted King Demigal.
All the girls in the play had different charms.
But what an expression of this beauty of Leila coming down the stairs.
It's like putting such words on, like, "healing," or whatever, gets in the way.
Queen Leila saw King Demigal.
Its mouth gently loosens.
From the beginning until now, Leila's expression, which had been piercing her faceless face, broke.
I laughed, and someone in the lower class muttered.
From the guests' seats, I knew it, I didn't hear anything.
Shin, and quietly, Leila slowly descends the stairs with a smile on her face.
"Beauty."
Wallis shrugged.
"Beauty, in itself. Leila today."
"Oh."
Almark nods.
"Right. Right."
Wallis is right.
I don't need any extra words.
Beauty, itself.
Neither the story of Queen Leila, which should look clear behind her back, nor the story of Leila herself playing it, requires nothing from Leila today.
All of them, this beautiful smile swallowed and covered them up.
In front of this beauty, such as the rise and fall of the country and the life and death of man, let alone the ups and downs of human emotions, it is nothing but a trivial little thing.
I just want to watch. I want to feel it.
Awesome, powerful enough to make you think so.
The original rooted power of man lay in Leila's smile.
"Almark."
From behind, Wendy gently slapped Almark on the shoulder.
"The torque."
"Huh?"
Almark glances at the torque and is about to raise his voice dangerously.
King Demigal, who plays Torque, stared at the appearance of Queen Leila as she stood up.
Always in practice, Torque played well the complex look of King Demigal, who was initially taken aback by that smile and then tries to create a tannic surface by remembering his purpose, but is still seen overwhelmed by its beauty at the end.
Almark was always impressed with it.
"I'm crying."
To Wendy's words, Almark nods.
"Yeah."
"I've never seen it before, maybe"
The words mix with the awe-inspiring sound of seeing something you shouldn't have seen.
"I can't believe where the torque cries"
As Wendy said.
Torque was crying.
Precisely, he was biting his lips off, staring at Layla.
And tears overflowing from his eyes were telling his cheeks.
Torque does not wipe it, but stays standing up, keeping an eye on Leila.
Neither did Leila show any slight upset when she saw how that torque was.
Keep smiling the same way, down the stairs.
Looking at Torque's tears, Almark was remembering Leila's words.
I don't have an answer.
That's what Layla said.
"It doesn't make any sense."
"The Queen's smile is like a mirror reflecting her heart, so each person who sees it feels different."
Mirror.
Yes, a mirror.
Now Torque is looking at Layla's smile, but he's looking at himself at the same time.
In Torque's own mind, illuminated by Layla's smile.
Almark thinks.
There, something happened.
Something so bad that that torque can't bring tears to my eyes.
And that's what Torque only knows.
"Thank you very much for your patience"
Queen Leila, who stood before King Demigal, broke her hips gracefully.
"It's Leila."
"Oh, oh."
King Demigal brutally wiped tears with his fists, as I recall.
"Queen Layla. As rumored, no, more beautiful than rumored."
From that word, the poison was already out.
"What are you talking about? Play."
Layla puts her hand on her mouth and smiles
"Come on, have a seat. The feast is coming."
As they say, King Demigal lowers his back.
From that eye, anyone could see that the flames of ambition were extinguished.
Oh. Has King Demigal given up?
There's no explanation there, but no one in the audience would have questioned that.
Leila's overwhelming beauty blows away at the other side, such as reason.
That's convincing.
Once again, Leila, in a flutter of grace, sits down next to King Amor.
Everyone in the audience followed the figure with their eyes.
"Leila's here, too."
King Amor smiles at King Demigal.
Not a funny smile from earlier.
Whilst, the winner's smile.
"Come on, keep the feast coming."
A shadow that gently walks over to the sinking Demigal.
It was Galein, a man of the king's belly.
"King."
Galein uttered words for the first time in this play.
A low, suppressed voice.
"If I have to, I'll take King Amor."
That being said, I showed only King Demigal and the audience the dagger I had made sneak in my nostalgia.
"Galaine."
King Demigal gets stuck in words.
There was another man here, an unreasonable man, as everyone, including King Demigal, was overwhelmed by Leila's beauty.
If Leila's beauty is no longer reason, Galein's loyalty to King Demigal is no longer reason either.
It also resembled Galein's thoughts on torque.
The oligarchy man doesn't move with reason in mind.
A form of Galein loyalty that seeks to inspire the frustrated Demigal King with his own life at stake.
There was another shadow walking over there.
It was Princess Lilty.
"King Demigal"
The wind of Morgen carries Lilty's fine voice to the guest table.
"Oh, this is Princess Lilty"
King Demigal looks up and Galein gently pulls back.
"What happened?"
"Um."
Lilty hesitated a little, then saw the face of King Demigal.
"I heard the royal crest of Mulboard is an eagle."
To the words, King Demigal nods.
"Yeah. Mulboard is surrounded by rugged mountains, so many hawks live there. The crest of my royal family symbolizes it. That's something."
"Actually."
Lilty said shyly.
"I want to sing a song, let me sing it"