Sword Whisperer

'Mage Gum...'

I've never actually seen it, but I've heard of it. Just grasping a mouse gives the owner a great power, but in return, he said that he would take away the reason....

In a way, I wanted to know if it was similar to glass. Of course, I didn't mean to like it when Glass found out.

'It's like a cucumber. ’

I didn't know what it would feel like. Can grabbing it help him grow? Do you want me to give you a clutch to break through the wall?

Of course, it was not worth grasping with such a light attitude. The Mage Sword was not a Mage Sword. If you're wrong, it could really be a cold-blooded killer.

"What kind of mission are you looking at? …… Mage Sword? ''

'' Oh, just a little. "

”You should know that you like knives anyway. You want that sword, don't you? ''

"Oh, no way..... but if you hold the sword, do you really flinch? ”

'' I've never seen one either. It's a little bit of a legend. ''

The spirit shrugs. And I looked at Van with my heavy eyes.

”But not on that mission. It's too vague a mission. 'The assassination of the owner of the Magum appears to have taken place near the northern border zone. Retrieve the Mage Sword after the investigation.’ It's not a day or two, it's been years. ”

"…… are you hiding? ''

”We live in a place we can't find. Maybe he's a drifter. It's not that easy to find anyway. No, forget it. We don't have that much time. ''

"I understand..."

Van shook his head with a gloomy expression. The young lady frowned at Van's waist and said:

"And that hallucinogen-- what are you going to do? I have to return it when I graduate. ”

"Well..... I was going to think about that then. ”

"Do you want me to look into it? Even the blacksmiths in our house are not bad. You know.”

"Let's think about that later. Well, I won't forget the offer. Thank you. ''

Honestly, Van didn't intend to return the hallucinogens. No, to be precise, I would be right to see that I have no intention of returning the glass. I was already an old friend. I didn't want to put it in the training ground's armory and make it spend time alone.

After all, the mission they chose was something else. It was not northern……, but it was a mission from a village near the northern border. It was reported that the village was full of those who worshipped the 'seed of the night'. It may be bullshit, but if it wasn't, it was a mission worth bumping into.

"…… I think I'm going to take a step in vain. ”

The spirit grumbles, but everyone knows she's not just upset. The North, even if not outside the lighthouse..... was not the place to give them such good memories. Of course, who has good feelings for the North?

It was the first time I came directly to the North after the retreat. After discovering that the rebels might try to use the Northern Retreat, the Retreat proceeded in a more risk-free direction than before. In the absence of that danger, it meant defeating the bandits and monsters that crossed the border into the kingdom.

'What if a ghost appeared just like that?'

Van touched the hallucinogens and thought. Although he was angry that the glass had stopped touching him, in his head the strange laughter of the ghost was heard more clearly than the voice of the glass.

I don't feel responsible for Serifa's death. Nor is grief. That was closer to anger. I felt quite desperate about what it meant to lack strength in a situation that required strength.

So I wanted to test it. I wanted to see how strong he got. How powerless he is now, isn't he? Will he be able to ring the night now?

§

If Tolsbury had anything to offer, it was all they had. Most of Tolzberry's young people were born as miners' sons, lived as miners, and died in mines.

When you look at the mining city, people think of the landscape where the men who walk around with their black faces drink beer with exhausted hordes. The landscape was not so wrong. As soon as I entered Tolsbury's bar, Van realized that the farthest thing from this city was cleanliness. The men who did not know when to wash the last time were feeling sorry for the women who had put out their breasts halfway to their knees.

A woman makes a man dream, a woman fights. Is there someplace more realistic to say that? It was quite common for me to see a fight going on to take up one paycheck, and none of the people seemed to think about drying it out.

Strange.

I've been to many bad neighborhoods. But the city was immersed in a really strange atmosphere. At first glance, it seemed cheerful and chatty, but after a rough laugh, there was a deep depression that had been frowned upon for many years.

Van and Zeo came here with the client. Anya and the young woman were waiting at the property. The neighborhood is so humiliating because the ghosts carry women like them.

The client was a man who was dry enough to be able to bend properly. He opens his mouth with a glance around the elongation.

"…… I'm sorry. I'd rather talk in secret in such a noisy place."

”That's okay. So, let's take a closer look. There are demon worshippers? In this town? ''

”Shh, shh! Joe, please speak quietly. Who might hear it!"

I didn't say it that loud, but Brown whispered when he was scared. Van looked at the man with a trembling expression.

'.... That sounds ridiculous.'

I didn't seem so sane to anyone. I thought maybe I'd come all the way to this distant Tolsbury and take a look at the mine. Brown lowered his voice.

"Well, that day…… I didn't fill the quota, so I stayed in the mine until late at night. Then I fell asleep..... and I woke up, so the torch was off around me, and I didn't see anything. ”

”Well, then?"

”Somewhere..... I can hear the sound of praise. You were right, and I crawled towards you. If I could only meet someone..... I wanted to borrow the fire from him. But something was wrong."

He wraps his arms around his head like he's scared just by recalling his memories. He shook less and swallowed the rum. He said in a chilly voice.

”There was a body with a knife in its chest. Everybody was singing with the body in the middle. By the way, by the way... That's...........!"

He inhaled the rum once more. He turns into a drunken face and shoots a blank void.

”Freda at the bakery, Elsa, Baydo, Enoch, there..... even Reverend Marton. Almost everyone I've ever known was there. I, I... I couldn't believe it. In fact, I still can't believe it. People I thought were the kindest people in the world, and they were praising me alongside the ugliest. And…… at that time, the corpse happened. ''

"…… the corpse rises? Is that possible? ''

"It's not a lie! Oh, shit. I wish I could forget. I saw the look of that day…… I had that horrible service."

"Are you sure it's not a dream? ''

Zeo asks. Brown stares at Zeo with his eyes full of medicine, and soon reveals his arm. It was a scar bite on something. Brown smiled with sincerity.

”I then bit my arm with my mouth. And..... that scar is still here. Oh, how nice it would have been without this scar. If everything had been a dream……"

"........"

Van and Zeo said nothing. At first, I wondered if he was really crazy, but at this point, he didn't seem to be just delusional.

Brown made a suggestion before going.

"… don't ask too openly when investigating. ”

"Why not? ''

”It's not just a friendly neighborhood for outsiders…… strange serial killings have been going on lately. It's obvious, it's obvious! Those cursed Demon worshippers..... are killing people and offering them as sacrifices and using them as demon bodies! They say it's the witch's fault... Haha, is that possible! How could you do that? ''

Brown said as if he were talking to himself. He didn't seem to be able to afford to take out the fear contained in me, Bugcha.

”And, me, again..."

"What's left? ''

"…… Ah, no. Please take care of it."

Brown leaves as if he's being chased by something instead of trying to say anything. Van and Zeo chose to go back to their homes instead of holding him.

"… so, there was a service in the mines with the bodies…… and the serial killings are not stopped in the village? You're telling me that serial killings are the work of witches?"

Anya and Yeo frowned as soon as they heard Van and Zeo's report. It was a frightening but petty story. She touched my arm as if it were creepy.

"You have a lighthouse. And yet, can they play? ”

”I can't reach the light of the lighthouse inside the mine. And the mine here is connected to the outside of the border……"

"... if so, shouldn't you have closed it down?"

"I'm sure. Usually. But what's not to be done with the money? ''

Anya said cynically. Van ventilates around with a round of applause.

"So what do you want to do? For now, I think we should split up and move. ”

"I'll go into the mine. No one moves in the dark better than I do."

Zeo smiled and said, Certainly, the darkness could not cover his eyes, and if he was mindful and assimilated into the darkness, even a bat would not be able to detect him.

”Then I'd better find that witch. Did you hear about where he is? ''

'Roughly.' "

"…… I'll keep an eye on the client. He's suspicious. ”

That's how Zeo mines. Anya is Brown. The young lady took over the witch. Only half was left. He walks around town, stranding himself towards pulling as much information as he can.

He had the appearance of an eastern woman, but no matter who he saw, he was definitely a foreigner. They sometimes ignored Van, and sometimes tried to tease him with laughter and nonsense. Because he didn't come out with a knife on purpose, sometimes a wacky laugh followed him when he ran away without touching the walk to the fight.

In the end, half climbed on the spire of a church and looked at the city quietly. Enhancing vision wasn't that special, but it wasn't that hard to see what was going on in the city.

'It's not such a strange neighborhood...'...

It wasn't just plain, but it didn't feel like the city where the devil worshipers lived.

And it was then.

"Young man, do you use it if you go up there like that?"

"... Oh, you mean me? ''

"So, is there anyone else up there on the roof besides you? Come down now!"

He pointed to Van with a stern expression and asked him to come down. Van looks shaky and steps on the roof and comes down carefully. I could've just jumped if I had a heart, but it was too conspicuous.

The minister shook his head.

"However, these days, young people crawl up the spire..... and the punishment of God is no longer fearful. ”

"I'm sorry. It's just the first time in town, so I'm going to climb up where I can see the landscape..."

"Hahaha. I'm glad you're still straight with the apple. Yeah. First time in town? This is not a lot to see..... Are you here to get a job? ''

I thought it was a good thing I didn't have a knife. I wouldn't have asked such an awkward question if I had. Van said as he unfolded his old robe.

"Yes, I will. ''

"If you're looking for mine, it won't be easy..."

"If you're using your body, you're on your own. ”

"Hmm... I don't know. Do you have a place to stay? ''

"If you say no, will you wake me up? ''

"There is always room for the weary in the temple of God. Even more so if you are a wandering lamb. ”

Van laughed quietly.

'' Please. I've been starving a long time, and I've been walking a long time. I don't have the strength to move a finger. ”

'' You're too stubborn to lie. I like the color of the blood, no matter who sees it. ’ '

'' Is that so? ''

'I think you're lying, too. ’

Van swallowed a false smile, concealing his heart.

Why?

It smells like blood from this good minister.