Sword Whisperer

It's hot.

Van raises his head slowly. Out the window. Whenever the leaves are salamanders, the sun touches his legs. I want to hit the curtain, but I was heavy. And Van found out that the weight wasn't just yesterday's struggle.

Ania fell on his arm. I thought you were nursing me. I don't remember how badly I was hurt.

'... it's hot.'

Van alternates between the window and Anya with the child's burning eyes, and eventually gives up laughing. I didn't want to wake up someone who'd been nursing him all night just to hit the curtain.

Feeling Anya's weight, Van recalled yesterday's confrontation. I couldn't tear one of Lucas's clothes until the last of Van's Black. For the knife, Lucas was on a slope incomparable with Van. Cuts, stabs, stops, spills.

'I couldn't even get my heart out.'

Now I wanted to get a little closer, but it was the day I found out that the best place in the world was far away.

Van looked at Anya. White face. White eyebrows. White hair. White clothes. All white, she seemed so clean that she might get dirty if she touched the wrong hand.

That was a good technique.

Van recalls the white light rays of example that Anya presented. He knew how lazy Anya could not handle it. How many fights did she have with herself to make her so strong there?

That fight, maybe it happened because of it.

"......."

Van reached out. It was the moment I tried to remove Anya's hair from her face. Anya's eyes twinkled, and Van looked at her with an awkward expression.

"…… what are you doing?"

"Because the spider seems to be sitting."

"You know, spiders!?"

Anya got up and robbed me of my head. She stares at him with a fat face until she sees Van giggle.

"What, are you kidding me?"

"How long have you been here?"

"…… just, a little."

An awkward silence came. We've been together for years, and I can't believe we feel awkward. If it was new, it was new. Anya looked down at the blanket.

"Take a look at the game. You keep getting hurt like this."

"How do you do an exam without getting hurt?"

"You just need to be strong."

Anya looked at Van. Half of the unexpected answers made a slightly dumb expression, and she said in a somewhat upset voice.

'' I'm so strong that I won't get hurt.... I really want you to be the best prosecutor in the world, so don't worry about people like this. "

"... Who are you? I don't want to be. What's the matter? Suddenly?"

"I'm not going to see you for a long time now, so I don't think I can say anything like this right now."

"I'll see you soon."

"...... I mean."

Anya smiled. She twists my short head and raises her body.

"The lighthouse is far away. The Lepidoptera is farther than the lighthouse. I don't know if you'll come, but even if you do..... it's hard to see."

"Maybe so. But you can see it somehow, can't you?"

"If..."

Anya hesitates and opens her mouth. Though she kept thinking, weakness prompted her mouth.

"If you need help with your journey, if you need a colleague...... I....."

"No."

Van hung up on Anya.

"Protect your place."

"......."

I looked at Van as if I should say that. Van said, not avoiding her gaze.

'' Cause I'm coming, you're in your spot. That's good. For you, for me. "

"....... I'll go."

Anya raises her body. Perhaps after today, knowing that it would be quite a future for the two of you to meet again, she grabbed the doorknob, knowing that she would regret leaving so easily.

"I'm telling you because I don't know."

"What?"

"Van. You're such an asshole."

Anya leaves. Van smiles empty-handed, feeling the warmth of Anya that still remains on my arm.

'I know. I know.'

It would not be so difficult to ask Anya to join him on his journey. You'd be rather happy to get that offer. But I couldn't. The two journeys will have different goals. Above all, Van was convinced that the path he was going forward would never be peaceful. Of course, the life of the White Flamingo will not be so flat, but you would be better for her.

Half of them got up in bed. I tried to close the curtain that I couldn't close, but I couldn't.

Across the street, I saw Anya.

Her back looks like she's crying.

§

- Was it a good fight?

"It was a bad fight. I was beaten."

Van laughs as he talks to glass. The Orphanage with the Glass should be returned to the Academy, but Van raised it when he met the Dean in person. Can you rent the glass in the long run?

It might have been possible to look suspiciously, but the dean didn't have any doubts that it was just ripe in his hands. He said that he must return the hallucinogens with his hands at any time. Maybe that's how I wanted to connect the rope with Van.

Longswords made of daggers and lumber were returned, but I had no choice. He still had Kishin, and his chances of getting a sword that strong were even higher than those of not being tied to the academy.

Leaving Citadel was not easier than I thought. Maybe on the other side. For Van, it was good news that the senior graduate of the Citadel Academy became a free knight. And of course they didn't try to leave Van alone.

Dozens and a half of people came even a day. Sometimes I ignored it, sometimes I ran away. Sometimes he took off Shishimi, pretended not to be, and sent Tyler back. Among them, however, were also those who could not be treated that way.

I've heard a lot about Sir. "

A soft voice echoes. It is a soft but not glamorous voice. Van lowers his head, trying not to face his opponent.

Balagoth Avon.

Second prince of the royal family.

"…… there's not much to talk about, so it would have been a bad time."

"No." It was pretty fun talking about my sister right now. What do you think? My sister, isn't she pretty? "

"How dare I talk about the princess?"

Although it seems very polite to look at the content, no one would think that if they heard the voice. Van's answer was formal. I'm not trying to be rude to the prince. Even if I tried to impersonate him, it was hard for Van to expect absolute respect and loyalty to the royal family.

You look weak.

And it was even more so in that Avon had a typical literary feeling. Van was not the type of person who would like to be so interested. Of course, perhaps his spirit was still sharper than Van's sword.

"I want to hear about why you called me."

"I've never heard of the chief freelance knight in the academy..... and I wondered how he made that decision."

"I didn't want to be tied up somewhere."

Van's answer reminded me of Ivan's eyes. If you're thinking of recruiting half a dozen, give up. 'It was no different from what I said.

But it didn't matter. Avon wasn't even planning on recruiting Van right away. He smiles nicely and nods.

"Yes. I heard you were a prosecutor rather than a knight. It's not like you don't understand that freedom. Rather, I want to cheer."

".... Can my freedom help me to degrade the prince?"

"You can trust that freedom."

The prince clenched his lips. If I tried to tell you a long story, I could. But after meeting for a while, Van didn't seem to want to hear about it. Reality of the kingdom. How the royal faction was divided. How far the revolutionaries have infiltrated this country. In front of the seeds of the night, where the weather is getting sharper, see what map he draws.

"I want to be your friend. Young prosecutor."

Avon didn't call Van Knight. After a brief encounter, it seemed clear that Van's intention was in the examination, not in the article. If he meant the Knight in the first place, he wouldn't know how to deal with the prince.

Van had a lot of ideas in his own way. What am I supposed to say? What is the way that you will not disobey his blasphemy without having an Abu?

".... How dare I be your best friend?"

"Well, that's a hard question. So first I want to buy your heart."

You might want to do something like this for a student who has just graduated from the academy. However, the head of the academy should never be judged by his appearance alone. If you think about what kind of monster the Great Early Family graduated from last year.....

This encounter is never meaningless. Avon smiled more calmly.

'' Of course it's not my mind to sell things like money. I'm not gonna sell anything. You're a prosecutor, because you put your life on the sword. "

Hearing Avon's story, Van was astonished. I knew him pretty well after meeting him for a while. Probably.

Has he already been given information about him? Then that was a surprise. The Kingdom has been tracking his information.

And it was then. Avon laughed.

"So for now, I'd like to give you a little gift for life."

It was at the end of Avon's words. One of the maids carefully puts down one of the long boxes. The half that saw the shape of the box swallowed the saliva.

"... Is it a sword?"

Isn't there anything more to be done as a gift for the Great Sword of the Future? "

Avon smiled bluntly. The face of Van, who had been preoccupied all along, was being dug up for the first time. It's an easy test to know anyway. It was easier for someone so sure to want this. I didn't have to measure what I had in mind.

The box was opened. It was a gesture. It's a little long, but it's not a bad way to write instead of the dagger you returned. Van swallowed the needle. What kind of sword is it? What kind of sword is it that the prince wants to give himself as a 'gift'?

I don't want to look like I'm swarming a sword, but it was too pretty to do that. Van reaches out slowly. With the weight of the gesture in hand, a familiar spear now rises before my eyes.

[I held the attitude of the 'Examiner Protecting the King'.]

What a great attitude it would be.

It was too great a gesture to think. Having looked at the explanation raised above the knife, Van's eyes began to tremble. Avon smiled.

"Do you like presents?"

This prince, he seems to want to buy his mind properly.