Sword Whisperer

As soon as Anya enters the executive office, she looks at her half as if she doesn't like something. She looked at Van's blurry appearance and asked him if he could not stand it.

"What have you been up to?"

"It's me. I wandered around."

"... I mean, where did you wander off to?"

Anya clasped her arms. Van was strangely different from his predecessor. Did you have a hard time? What happened? Many worries stabbed her here and there uncomfortably. Naturally, the voice was also forced to be quieter.

Van smiles quietly and looks at Anya. I felt like I didn't have to worry about it, but it made me more worried about Anya.

"I've been around a lot with a Southern focus. I went into the forest of Youstein."

"…… Forest? Why are you there?"

"I received a request. It was a good quest. I had a lot of thoughts."

As he said that, Van habitually stroked the bamboo sword of my waist dance. Anya stared at that class.

"... I think I forgot to say that it's not too late for me to think about it later, but I grew up a lot."

"I was a lot of kids."

"Ugh, what are you? Half right? Why are you so calm?"

"I'm tired. If you feed him right, he'll be energized soon. Do you have anything to eat?"

"... you're the only one who comes to the lighthouse and is looking for Bob."

Anya said that, but soon she gave them apples and tangerines. Half of them had a little eye for apples. After meeting Lopo, the apple became more than just a fruit to him.

"What are you here for?"

"I'm here to see a friend."

"…… really?"

"Half."

"What's the other half?"

"I want to go north."

".. Huh."

Anya shed a laugh. To be honest, what else could there be besides going to this lighthouse, but I didn't really want to hear it.

"I don't even know where the North is..... Why are you doing this all of a sudden?"

"I should say I've been asked. It's like that."

"..... you're not the one who listens to me."

Anya sighs.

"Take a break for now. I've only got a group room to give you, but if you're really hard, you'll be able to sleep. If it's not hard, well, sleep won't matter."

"It's cold."

"Let's talk about the North tomorrow. I haven't seen you in a long time, but you can talk about that kind of hard stuff later."

I noticed the sun was shining, and I left the room first. You don't even know where the collective room is. But the Peninsula didn't have to catch the glimmer. Van looked at Anya. Looking at Anya in the white conquest of White Flame, Van smiled.

"I heard that the White Flame Squad is primarily based on northern surveillance."

"I'm still early. Where can I take care of my guard?"

"I'd rather be lucky. Thanks to you, I met him like this."

"... that you're not wearing a knight's cape."

Anya paused.

"Is this a sign that you need to think deeply?"

"I wish I could, but I don't want you to. It's just, I realized. I don't want to live as a knight, I want to live as a prosecutor. I wanted to do it both at once... but I knew it wasn't."

"What difference does the life of a prosecutor make?"

"I will serve the sword instead of the lord."

"…… it seems like a dangerous word, and it doesn't seem like it."

Looking at Anya with a strange expression, Van was caught up in an emotion he couldn't express. Thinking of the blood that would be flowing in that white slaughter in the body of this fat looking woman..... this kind of dialogue was forced to feel ironic.

"Nahara."

Van cleared his mind. Like before he was Sunwoo, not before he was Nahar. I felt comfortable thinking about it.

"Have you met Zeo well?"

"..... I didn't even get to say goodbye."

"Did you fight?"

"No, it's not. It's a little embarrassing."

At that time, he was no stranger to Chama Zeo. Zeo must have known everything. How light his sword was, I felt like I had told him the most secret.

Anya frowns as she looks at the half of it. Shadows blur between the white glans. She opened her lips. Van snatched his gaze from her tongue, which seemed meaningful. She was all white, but as red as her lips and tongue, at some point his gaze was facing only her mouth.

"I don't know if I'm supposed to be an adult. I don't know if I should say it's changed. Time is scary. I never imagined you'd feel like someone else in a year. No, I didn't."

"Have I changed that much?"

"Are you kidding? You're not clumsy, you're being rude, you're not being tough, you're not being you in many ways."

"…… My impression of me was quite cheap."

"But that wasn't what I hated. No, in a way, I miss you."

Anya asked.

"Are you okay?"

It was a short question, but it was strange. I can't believe that short word sounds so warm. In Anya's room, where she had never set foot before, Van felt like she was really home.

"…… I just thought about it. I don't know what you've got a knife for. I know who I want to fight."

"You always did. I always thought about who I should fight for."

"I did? Rather thoughtless, isn't it? You guys had more in mind. So sometimes I envy you guys. It seemed clear what path to take."

"No."

Anya shakes her head decisively.

"We didn't choose our path. It was just like that. So it didn't matter where justice was. Instead of thinking about it, we made a compromise. And you were...... tired of not getting the answers, and you turned your back."

"…… are you saying that the outside is better than the compromise?"

"I don't know. I'm not a philosopher. But……"

Anya almost planted it, but she took the rest of the apple from Van's hand and burned it with White Flame. The ashed apple is thrown into the trash, and Anya naturally turns her back on Van.

"Still, at least you don't look as compromised as you... … I thought I'd rather be cool."

The back of Anya, who said that, was white.

And that ear was red again.

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"…… it feels strange. Brother."

The thunder grumbles. In fact, he had no choice but to take this step to the lighthouse, the lair of Nahar. Van looks back quietly. The sun growled with a depressed expression.

"What do I always have to say..... I've seen them so badly, they're so sweet and ordinary..."

"Usually. If the enemy always deserved to die, the world wouldn't be so confused."

"You looked pretty deep with that lady."

"He's an old friend."

Van briefly replied. I didn't want to tell a longer story about him, but I kept my mouth shut. But he was in many ways incompatible with silence. He quickly opened his mouth again and brought out another story.

"By the way, how does that test work?"

"Why. Are you worried?"

"Hmmm, you know, why worry? I am the greatest magician in the world……"

The hall did not end with words. At that time, one of the men, who appeared to be a Nahar family member, was coming in. It was a man of half and half spheres.

'....... dane.'

It was the man who saved him from the Ghost during the retreat. Unlike then, his face was engraved with a scar from his right forehead across his left jaw, and the scar placed on his blunt skin had the power to attract the attention of a person somewhere, as if he had had had life on his own.

Dane smiles with a scar.

"You've seen this face before. He was the one who protected Anya back then, wasn't he?"

"See you again. Dane."

Van bows quietly. From the moment Dane heard it, he could not speak and grabbed his fist. I knew it as soon as I saw it. How powerful the power hidden in Dane is.

'Is this Nahar's White Flame Master?'

If you fight a hundred times, you will die before you open your spear a hundred times. Rather, I felt overwhelmed that I could still remain superstitious in front of him. Is Van's knife reachable to that man?

".... You're afraid of years. I can't believe I raised that young boy..... here as a stupid prosecutor."

Dane's mouth goes up. The power was not properly measured. That alone proved half worth. It means the opponent doesn't know the outcome unless he goes into action.

Is this what you used to do? I think it was more like a fire then..... now it's like, water, yes, a lake. '

Van didn't reveal my powers at all. In front of Dane's deliberate release, he was just as superstitious as anyone who felt nothing. I can't believe how much you can expect from a young prosecutor like this.

"I heard you were thinking of going north."

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I've been asked."

".. Quest?"

"There are those who have lost my goods in the land of the old north. I promised to come and find it."

"I'm going into the North because of one item..... it must be valuable. It's a dangerous place to go looking for something. You know that, don't you?"

"I don't really know. So this time I'm going to find out for myself."

"There are usually two classes of people who say they're going to the North. Crazy, desperate, desperate. I don't think it's crazy.... Is that why you're desperate? I don't know what the client promised, but whatever reward is left is not a business."

Van didn't answer. Dane smiled.

"Yeah. I don't think he's a nag or anything. Apparently, I have my own circumstances..... but I can't let you go. If you do, you'll hear me nag."

"Is there anything you want from me?"

"Show me your skills."

Dane smiles as he reveals it.

"Show me you have skills you don't have to worry about."

Van looks at Dane quietly. Again. If you don't pull out the sword again, what's wrong with you? Van thought. I thought and I thought again. How can we peacefully convince this stubborn man?

"…… the people of Nahar family thought they were lazy and unmotivated like Anya."

"Any family has its own discrimination."

Dane laughed.

"And the White Flame Captain has always been that kind of place."

It was not a place to climb without effort. Van looks at Dane. Do we have to fight? Dane was a strong opponent. It was certainly stronger than the other half, given the simple size of the force. It was natural. I am the White Flame Captain. Apart from Nahar's household, he's probably strong enough to be considered in the family.

But why? It's not that scary.

"…… I tried to avoid pulling a knife uselessly."

"The prosecutor is reluctant to use a knife. Funny story."

"That's the right word. It would be strange to expect a peaceful deployment where we have come to fight."

Van sighs. But soon, at the end of his sighs, he put his unrelenting jealousy in his smile.

"Can I win?"

"If only I could."

Van lays his hand on the bamboo sword.

Dane's White Flame can burn everything you want, but what if it's a sword like this?

Not just fast enough, if it's a sword that goes beyond time.

Can Dane's White Flame really go after his sword?