Sword Whisperer

I don't know what the consequences will be. But this was something I had to reveal for Oobow. To be a rider of the revolution, I must be proud of my flag deeply in my heart. I can't help but notice that the flag is running in the right direction.

"I've been thinking about it for a long time. What are the kingdoms trying to defend, and what are the revolutionaries trying to counter? What a revolution for. Here's what I got. Commander."

Van said in a quiet voice.

"The revolution exists for the revolution."

The village of Sionel, where Van lived, was the den of those who fled the world. Of course, they could not understand those who were trying to save the world and those who were trying to transform him. And that was half the same.

"Those who were discussing the revolution were always filled with anger about the world right now, rather than the world that my revolution would change. Will the revolution succeed and destroy their anger? In a changed world, do we no longer need to hear the revolutionary split voice?"

"At least then they're talking about a higher level of revolution than they are."

"And again, for that high-level story, people will die."

"It was a test, not a rider. You can ring a rider, but you can't be a rider. But isn't it strange? In the end, you are always in a belly position, watching our eyes as much as the blood is on our hands. Van, can I ask you something? What do you want to cut?"

"......."

Van couldn't answer. I wanted to cut the moon. I wanted to cut off the sky. But on the one hand, there were some who wanted to cut down the evil villains. I'm so honored, and I want to live as a swordsman that everyone in the world accepts.

"…… until I knew the weight of blood, I wanted to be a hero."

"Nevertheless, if you still see the little boy in front of the angry boar, you will slaughter the boar."

"I'm sure."

"We're the same."

Ubowe said in the same voice as a professor who teaches students.

"To save the little one, I'm just trying to slaughter a boar."

"The boar is a real size."

"That's why we have to cut even more. If you don't, it's hard to know you'll see more blood one day. You know we're like vampires trying to appease the thirst for blood, but the opposite is true. I want the world to shed a little less blood, so I'm forced to bury it in our hands right now."

"'You can't stitch up a wound without getting blood on it.' It's a long time ago. But here's what I want to ask. Whose wound was it caused? Is it the Revolutionary Army or the Kingdom?"

"......."

Ubows smiled without a word. It was a delicate and rude question, but he was rather pleased that Van was asking such a question. The sword does not simply shine when it is held in the hands of the strong. When it's in the hands of someone who knows who to point to, the sword finds its true meaning.

Ubowu raises his body by gesturing to Van. Van follows the Ubows towards the window. Fendel's street, lit with white salt, was visible. The distance between beasts, humans, and ghosts in harmony.

"What do you think of that view?"

"…… I am confused."

"Why not?"

"I know that the Revolutionary Army is inheriting the will of the North. Then, the creatures that must not be neglected at night..... must be punished. But why are you here?"

"Northern Studies and Northern Bees were the most popular thesis of all time."

Ubows looked back at the people sitting by the window.

"Someone said there was no room for conversation with the night, and someone said we should know them before we fight them. In conclusion, the latter was right. Whether it's the seed of the night or the nobility, all the clans of the night are not just revealing their teeth to us. Of course, we can't say everyone is harmless to us, but there was still room for dialogue."

"…… that's interesting."

Van's voice sounded dull.

"I can't believe someone willing to talk to a monster has abandoned that expectation in the kingdom."

"You don't expect the kingdom? No way. The kingdom holds my greatest heart and expectation together."

"It seems that there has been only too much blood between the Revolutionary Army and the Kingdom for too long."

"Revolutionaries and kingdoms are not just human and human fights. It's a fight of times and times, a fight of ideas and ideologies, a fight of tradition and transformation. And in a fight like this, words are not spoken in a voice. It's an act."

I've been asking for a conversation for a very long time, Ubou said. Van couldn't say anything. Woo Bow was not just strong, he was fighting with the fate of the world on his back. What was on Van's back?

It was a step that I always thought was heavy, but it wasn't.

Van felt a little lost, he said.

"…… I can see a lot in your room. You can see people and beasts, you can see the spirits of dead spirits, and you can't even see the light of the kingdom. I don't see much. I look at the gap between my knives, I look at my enemies. Do you see how wrong I am?"

"Each of you will see it in his or her place. Is that right or wrong?"

"Do you really think the North was abandoned by the Kingdom?"

"It's just a coincidence that the lighthouse was turned off. Some say he was a night drinker. But the important thing is, so that the North reaches extinction and lasts about twenty years, the Kingdom has made no attempt to regain it."

"Not because you're worried about the blood that will be shed for him."

"I would have said it with your mouth. 'You can't stitch a wound without blood.' But if the blood is scarred, it will only wait for one more outcome."

"What would you do if I had this idea? The Revolutionaries gave their lives to my mission. …… is that so? Now that you've given my life for some reason, I think you deserve to give someone else's. What will happen if you hold the kingdom? Are you going to go north, or south, west, east, into the night zone? Do you intend to stain history with war and struggle until the moment the night disappears?"

In fact, I don't really understand what the revolutionaries think. It was true that the appearance of a kingdom that did not behave, even half, seemed worthless. But Van still couldn't empathize with the extremes of the Revolutionary Party.

"There's always a struggle in history, whether we like it or not. Then I just want to lead the struggle.... in a more constructive direction.

And it's not just about fighting. Watching the fall of the North, I learned how dangerous it is to count on the destiny of humanity in the lighthouse. And, I realized that it was my mission to lead humanity outside the lighthouse. "

"Lighthouse... outside?"

Van stares out the window with a confused expression. It was certainly unusual for the creatures of night and day to live together. In a way, it was also a marvellous landscape. But is that the kind of landscape people want? Will people want to live in that landscape?

Oobow read Van's mind. He shakes his head.

"I'm not going to lead you to a place like Pendel right now. This is literally a prison. When the revolution succeeds, we will go to paradise, not to prison."

"…… If it is paradise, is it the paradise that D'Maffo is talking about?"

"D'Madpo spent the rest of his life searching for coordinates. Coordinates to paradise. But I couldn't find it in the kingdom. Of course. Can there be paradise in the dark, in the light of the lighthouse, in the living land?"

Oobow's eyes glowed. When a belief that had not even rusted through the years was clearly shining, Van could not avert his gaze.

"Whether it was a kingdom, a coincidence, or a god, the lighthouse in the north turned off was like a revelation to me. After the light disappeared, I could see the world as it is. This world is abandoned. I will bring out the visions of the kingdom, and I will lead mankind into a new age."

The heat that only a human with a mission can have boils in the voice of Ubows. Van felt at the same time such turtle and awe from Ubows. He hesitated for a moment and immediately sighed and asked.

"What do you want from me? The captain is strong enough. I wonder what it means to have my powers preserved. Even with the support of the Revolutionary Army, shouldn't I be more angry with you? I discovered the home of the Revolutionary Army....."

"I'm not afraid of perception. A kingdom that hides like a turtle in a lighthouse for fear of the night. You're not going to come up against us in full. Rather, if you intend to face the night, if you intend to escape from their narrow prison, I welcome you... And, you are quite special to me."

"Is it because of the prophecy of Jesus?"

That was all Van had to say. A knife to get Sunwoo's book back out of the pit. Guardian. Is it only a prophecy that Oobow will be favored by him?

Ubou laughed.

"How much do you know about the prophecy?"

"Sunwoo expects me to rebuild the fallen Sunwoo family."

"…… this prophecy is not always fulfilled. If you try to overcome the prophecy, you try to overcome it. If you try to ignore it, everything will flow at the end of it. The prophecy about the sword of Sunwoo is not only about your Silk family."

"…… what is there?"

"I think we've had enough talk today."

Ubows smiled. He said quietly.

"I told you and your companions to lead you to a room, not a prison. Of course you can't go out on your own."

"…… is there anything else you want from me?"

"Even if I tell you to be a part of the revolution like this, even if I tell you so, it will be meaningless unless I have your heart. You will see me every day from today. And I'll try my best every day to convince you."

"…… the commander told me that he believed in the prophecy of this book."

Van looked suspicious and asked.

"Then, whether you convince me or not, what will happen will happen, so you don't have to try to do it for me, right?"

"Consequential."

Oobow shrugs.

"Even with the same results, I just want to do my best in the process. And, if you really are the 'key' given by God..... I want to be understood. To that key."

"The key?"

"The story ends here."

Oobow turns his back.

"Go back. To your companions."

"…… one thing, I want to ask you."

"Ask."

"You are in the Karlsmori Library..... do you know about him?"

Oobow turned his back. His mouth was filled with a strange smile.

"Why did you want to walk with the lighthouse people all the way here?"

".... Did you know?"

"It's a long and rough way to the Karlsmori Library. And when we get there, something harder will be waiting."

"I know what you're saying, but I have a reason to be there."

"Yes, but I need you to remember one more thing."

Ubow smiled strangely.

"Just because I treat you with kindness doesn't mean you're a prisoner of Pendel."

"…… let me remember."

Van bows and retreats. Yeah, he was a prisoner. And if it wasn't for him, his group would have been strangely executed by now.

'What should I do?'

I made time right now. But what choices can they make in the future? It is meaningless to protest by force, to run away, or to wait for support, or to expect 'negotiations' between the rebels and the kingdom….

Van looks back at his empty waist dance. His swords were taken away, and now he is naked. If I had a knife, it would make me feel better somewhere....

'.... When will I be strong?'

He can roll steel. A hundred leaves could be chopped with a single slash, and the enemy outside dozens of bows could be struck and torn apart. A prosecutor who can propagate against him in the world, perhaps by hand.

Nevertheless, when he was still standing in front of the world, he didn't seem to be stronger than he was when he was a kid who was stealing his armor.

Maybe that's the right answer. The world is overflowing with weaknesses that seem strong, and those weaknesses can't handle each other's weaknesses and bite each other.

Van needed strength. No matter who you face, no matter where you are, you have the strength you don't want.

'…… Oobow. Are you strong?'

Van looked back at the decor room and thought, U-bow knows that he said he was going to catch a boar, and in Van's eyes he looked like a boar.

Look ahead. Walk towards your colleagues. The examination that lost the knife, nevertheless, did not abandon a handful of foresight in my eyes.

Prisoner lost, as if it were still a prison.