Sword Whisperer

On that day, Van and Jenson had no more conversation.

The two of them had too much to talk about in one night. That's why I didn't have to rush.

That's why Jenson was captured by a murderer and only found out a few days and a half ago.

"You made me make pills?"

"Yes. I came up with a recipe and some weird powder and I made it myself..... It looks like some kind of elixir."

"Well, thank goodness. When I first saw the medicine..... I was worried that he was not like your experimenter."

"You thought it was useless."

Jenson snorted. But as a class, I was forced to worry about that. Knowing that the teacher who had known him all his life had kept a huge secret like his birth.... Isn't there anything more strange going on?

'If the medicine continues to spread..... it will hurt in many ways.'

It didn't mean much to the knight, but if that drug was so common that even a murderer like that knew how to manufacture it..... the kingdom might be in even more chaos than it is today.

But it wasn't his business either. He was only a free knight without a master. All he had to care about was his body.

"Yes. What are you going to do now?"

"We need to train."

“…… really being the strongest thing in the world, is that all your goals?"

"I wonder if I can accomplish any of that, and if I can afford to have another goal."

Van shrugs. He takes a breath whilst wielding the glass in the air. Despite all the air, Jenson seemed to be suffocating every time he saw Van's sword-drawing trajectory. There was a different beauty in the realm of art.

"Fate is persistence. ’

I wanted to keep it away from the sword, but this was the end of it. Jenson smiles bitterly and watches Van's training. He swings his sword until he gets tired of even seeing it. It looks like his childhood.

I can't help but cheer.

"....... the librarians of the Sunwoo family were different from each other."

Jenson started talking.

"Some read trees, some read buildings. Some read instruments, others read food. And..... very rarely, there were librarians who read knives, too."

They were called guardians.

Jenson said.

Van didn't answer anything. I didn't even stop swinging the knife. I wasn't interested in what Jenson said. Whenever he wields the sword, the line drawn by it becomes a little more radiant, and his mind increasingly finds peace. No matter what Jenson said, he was not shaken.

"As you do with knives, they were all devoted to what we could read. So when the North preceded its destruction, no one left the Karlsmori Library. They were with the north end."

“…… did my parents do the same?"

No matter how much I didn't want to think about the Sunwoo family, I couldn't answer the question on the peninsula. Jenson laughed bitterly.

"Your parents were good and upright."

"…… what did they read?"

"Your father read charcoal, and your mother read pottery. It was the best charcoal and porcelain in Karlsmori, not the best in the world."

"Did you."

Once again, the knife slams into the air. Anger, groaning, resentment were put on the tip of the knife, and then they disappeared together by the time a stalk of blackness disappeared.

It's silly. Van has never seen his parents' faces before in his entire life, but just hearing about them has lifted a cry that he doesn't know where he is.

But the shrill that leads to his sword is enough for this moment.

‘‘ …… did you live happily? '

"Of course I did. No one has ever seen you two fight."

"Teacher.... Were you in Karlsmori?"

"I was the blood of Sunwoo, but not as much as the blessing of Sunwoo."

So all he could do was be the assistant librarian who read Herb.

He was also not allowed to write my book and leave it in the Carlsbury Library. The one who can't read is the one who can't write. Jenson told me so boldly about my life that it was no fun.

"…… Why did the kingdom abandon the North?"

"Well."

Jenson shakes his head as if I don't know.

"Come now, why is that important?"

"…… it doesn't really matter."

Once again, slash. Stab. Spill. And draw oblique lines.

Whenever you wield a sword, your mind is a little peaceful. Minor feelings such as hatred go away, and only passion for the sword fills the chest. Van said alongside that circling passion.

"I'll probably forget this conversation today."

"…… that might be good."

"Can I forget?"

"I don't think I can answer that. But....."

Jenson spoke slowly.

"You don't have to go against it, either. ”

§

"Yeah, I'm a little angry now." "

"Rather than be angry……."

Van scratches his head with a trembling expression. When Jenson was abducted, it was not unusual for Aidan to ask that kind of question when he thought about the gritty atmosphere he seemed to be in.

Aidan smiled.

"You've grown up a lot. I almost didn't really know."

"Five years is a long time."

"Yeah, it's a long time."

"…… the atmosphere in the village seems to have changed a bit compared to the forecast."

Aidan smiles with a tired face. I deserved to say that. Even if it was a town of fugitives, the security of Sionel was not so bad. The problem was that the clumsiness of the troubles had to be solved, and that could be solved from the guard line.

But it's a murderer who handles Gigi. It's even a strange elixir.

"There must be a period of struggle. So, how long do you intend to stay here?"

Aidan's face was filled with strange expectations. I couldn't accurately measure Van's skills, but I knew it was hard to compare with dizzy articles. If Van stays like that, there can be no more thanksgiving from the Guard Commander.

"It doesn't seem to be that long."

"..... Is that so. Do you have somewhere else to go?"

"There's a place I promised to go..... and there's only one place I'm stuck."

Even the Royal Knights, who offered him the best treatment, are on their way back. Isaac sighs.

"That's a bit of a shame. I don't think your existence alone would dare cause any trouble."

"You know how weak you sound. I didn't think so."

"Because now you're stronger than I am."

Aidan smiled and replied. And Van only realized that this bear guy was weaker than him. Aidan did not retreat. Just, you know, Van really walked forward a lot.

"I believe you will protect this town."

"... even though there are already so many dead in the hands of the murderer?"

"What happened to him?"

Van's eyes shine cool. Even though it doesn't emit a shock, the skin is itchy just by touching the eyes. Aidan laughed in astonishment at the distance of three and a half feet. Even though Van did not draw a sword, he seemed to have become a single sword by his very existence. All the tests were to be drawn in a dream.

"I'm still interrogating. Motivation doesn't have to be asked, but I read the line first. He thinks the man who killed his sister is hiding in Sionel Village."

"... Then why did you kill the villagers?"

"I asked you. Have you ever seen someone with the same tattoo as the killer? But no one answered. You know, the most basic rule of Sionel Village is not to ask or answer questions about the past before coming to town. After hitting me like that, my sister died every time I cut her throat..... and Gage was already out of her mind."

Neighbors' past is anyone's. It was a rule for fugitives to make a living. In a way, Van could still be alive because of the rules, and he had no right to blame them. He sighs and shakes his head.

"Why the world is always so complicated. That's why I don't want to be tied up. My life grew stronger next to human beings who are specialized in raising work."

"Haha, my heart understands."

"What was the drug?"

Aidan had a pretty serious look on the question. He sighs, wrapped around his head.

"Isn't that obvious? Is it the Potter family that can make such a medicine...."

"The Revolutionary Army."

Van mutters quietly. Aidan looked at Van with a strange expression and replied.

“..... Yes, like the rebels. I said that I received medicines and manufacturing methods from someone I don't know…. The important thing is, do people who have these drugs continue to show up...."

"It hurts."

Van sighs. If he didn't know, the efficacy of the drug was not at the level that a normal person could handle. A mere human can tear a beast apart with his bare hands, even if he takes it.

But it was also not a matter for him to worry about. He slowly retreated.

"So, I have a favor to ask you."

"…… Quest?"

"I heard he became a free knight. Then, aren't you being asked by anyone?"

"By the way..... something is a little strange. I can't believe I'm being asked by the commander."

"I'm sure you know who's looking after Sionel."

Van's expression hardened at the words. Aidan said that he could not know if he was born and raised in Sionel.

"No way..."

"Yes."

Aidan said.

"Can you bring the master?"

§

Dosa. Everyone in Sionel called him that. Few knew his name. I didn't need to know. He didn't show up in town, he didn't live in town. Stony Mountain, a short walk east of Seoonel Village. There was a house in Stony Mountain that didn't even have the right path.

If I am upright, I never intend to climb that stony mountain. All the rumors about the Dosa were vague, but the vague rumors were saying that the Dosa was a mortal.

like showing up in front of a woodcutter who dropped an axe in a pond, grasping a pickaxe, and turning a young boy's doll into a frog. The various journeys made by the master were enough to fold his expectations.

Nevertheless, the reason why the 'Dosa' is not forgotten in Sionel is because of rumors that the reason why Sionel's fugitives are kept is because of the protection of the Dosa. Those who came to catch Sionel's fugitive went astray and wandered around, sometimes falling off horses and breaking their legs. I don't know if that's the case once or twice, but it always follows that people believe that the protection of the Dossier exists.

And so, Van didn't want to climb that mountain any more.

'...... When I was a kid, my teacher kept crying and told me I'd sell it to Dosa.'

The summit of Stony Mountain did not appear to be covered by clouds. And the Teacher will be beyond the clouds. That horrible, horrible teacher.

I felt uncomfortable, but I couldn't keep hesitating. Van tied his head up and hit the ground. The culprit had only a few hours to climb up the mountain to see the end, but when he ran halfway, the mountain landscape slipped behind him.

This was the moment when I thought I would quickly climb to the top and face the Dosa. Van felt a strange disguise. It's as if he keeps circling the same path…….

Van's feet stopped.

"Ha."

He laughed as if he was having fun. Something was disturbing his senses. I don't know what it is. But it didn't matter.

Van pulls out the sword. Disturbing my senses was already done when I met Kane in Siraz. And after that day, Van imagined and imagined the same situation more than a dozen times. When he met Cain, he would have suffered without Anya's White Flame. You didn't even swing the sword properly.

So Van had to get an answer. If he encounters Kane again, how should he deal with it?

Van pulls out the hallucinogens. The experience of glass and the heart flowed into my hands. It's the longest sword I've ever used in my life. Although he might not feel his own weight, the weight of the glass was not to be confused.

The size of the glass, the center of gravity, the air flow through the blade of the glass.

A sword that cuts through the sky. ’

Ignorantly, an explosive force was formed in the hallucinogens, and then it became less and less. It can disrupt the world he sees. You can cover your eyes and stop your ears. But no one can stand in the way of this' slash '. It cannot be disturbed. It cannot be confused.

The sword was half his own.

Reduces the amount of energy that was emitted as massively as the logs. Little by little, little by little, steady. And as the weight decreased, the space around the half-blade began to become badly distorted.

'Just a little longer, sir. ’

I can't stand it. I feel the sense of glass. The world has touched him. Even if the bottom of his foot collapsed, Van was confident that the glass would not shake as long as it was in his hand.

How dare you take the test for granted?

Gather Ki.Gather your spirits. Your life, your life, your thoughts, your dreams…….

"Nice to meet you. Teacher."

Say hello and shoot.