Sword Whisperer

It is a name that has lost its sense of reality like a fairy tale.

Guardian. When young adults tell Anya about the Guardian, Sunwooga's Guardian tries to frighten her by telling her how vicious and scary she was.

I'm only passionate about chasing knives, scaring the world, and all the things that come to me are monsters.

How many times I've slept thinking about that monster. I once found my mother's room with a pillow. The guardian was a monster.

By the way, the monster is now in front of her.

No, the monster was actually the one she always liked.

'No way.'

I wanted to deny it, but I couldn't. The half-faces that she had seen, sometimes all the moments that she considered as a freak and handed over, the moment she thought he was Sunwoo's clan..... the devil got in.

The leg is loose. Van's hand holds her. Anya sprays her hand without even knowing it, and pulls back and dances.

"…… Sunwoo."

"Yes."

"It wasn't half, it was half Sunwoo."

"… but I'm still half."

I flew like an eagle with a broken heart. I couldn't decide what to say, what to look at, what to think…… I didn't know anything. I felt like a child who didn't know what to say. Whiteness bloomed along her mind, in the balls, in the shoulders, at the fingertips, and then disappeared.

I remembered the conversation I had with Van before.

- Hey, no. Let me ask you something.

— What is it?

— Did Nahar really do it?

- That's what the Revolutionaries say. That was an accident. Don't even think about it.

—.. Yes? Thank goodness.

- What is it? Why are you lucky?

- Yeah.

Van laughed.

- Why, thank God.

....... beyond that laugh, what was he thinking.

'Van.'

My class.

Anya looked at Van. that I've been facing for a very long time, that I've owed a very long time, that I've carved into my chest.

His face was full of beatings, and there was a new adult gazebo. He did not smile without iron, nor did he speak lightly. Anya liked all of Van's looks. Not young, not young. Neither light, nor not light.

"... don't cry."

After listening to Van, Anya realized that my world was blurred. She didn't wipe her tears. I knew it wasn't a tear to stop wiping. She bites her lips. She tried to raise her voice as confidently as she could, but in the end, she squeezed and wetted her voice in tears.

"I'm, I'm, I'm waiting, I'm working hard, I'm working hard, I'm working hard..."

The bank will burst at any moment. Her laziness was the same. Anya sighs with a red-eyed eye. Van slowly approached her. She tries to step back, but half is faster. He puts his hand on his shoulder.

"No, I know what you're thinking. But you don't have to. The problem with you and my family, it's just a family problem. So, we..."

"I'm Nahar!"

"No, you know. I'm half."

I wondered if Anya's shoulders were narrowed here too. I have a small body here, and this woman has been struggling so hard with the night.

However, Van will now have a heavier burden on his little shoulder. Van grabbed Anya's arm hard. Her shivering head turned toward his face. Van tries to see her face straight, and says in a desperate voice, like a drunkard.

"No. When I thought of a place to go back to life, there was always your face."

Anya could not speak. It was only a matter of time before the world collapsed on her in its harshest form. So Van holds her tighter. Because if you don't, I think she's going to collapse.

It's enough to ruin this world.

I couldn't let her ruin it either.

"I was liking it. Even the moments I thought weren't, I saw you."

In a damp prison, in front of a sleepy iron gate, one of the world's most hideous secrets, the man who dreamed of the world's strongest made a humble confession. Neither romantic, nor warm, nor beautiful, but so even more sincere a confession.

This precious moment was bitterly watered down.

Van slowly sweeps Anya's head. Having heard what he had been hoping for for a long time, he couldn't just be happy.

She looked at Van without saying a word. Had his face ever been so close again. Has he ever held her so close? I don't think I've ever made myself clear before.

A hopeful look, a hopeful moment, a hopeful word, an act. Nevertheless, I can't just rejoice at him purely.

Yeah, even this kiss.

It was half the first kiss. Anya felt the warmth and tremor that touched my lips, stiffening nothing, and finally kissed her with a more aggressive wrap around her neck. It was the image of lovers, but what they expressed was closer to grief and suffering than love.

Whenever they kissed each other, their taste and body temperature caught them like swamps. Just as they wanted to forget reality, just as there was nothing in this world but each other's skin, the two more desperately stroked each other's faces.

The thrilling heat passes, and the cool reality comes. Anya opens her mouth with her forehead on Van's chest.

"..... since you first saw me, did you have that idea?"

"If you asked me if I had thought about Nahar and Sunwoo's problems, no. It was quite later that I found out about my family. I didn't grow up in Sunwoo's hands. In fact, the impression I still have about Sunwoo is..... just a distant relative."

"Van."

Anya opened her mouth. She put back what she had already said once.

"I know, even if you're half, we end up being Nahar and Sunwoo. You know what that means?"

"I know."

Van replied.

"But I don't care."

Oobow believes in destiny. He believes that everything in the world is already set, and that it is in fact meaningless to try to go against his destiny. But half was different. He didn't think fate existed, he didn't think it existed. However, he did not want to be subjected to a given situation. I had no intention of walking on the road that had already been made. That's why.

"…… why are you saying this now?"

Anya grabbed her fist.

"If I told you when the day was better, happier, then I would be happier..."

"I wanted to, too."

Van smiled bitterly. He didn't want to put a confession like this in his mouth. But now there was only one option he could take. Van glanced at the iron door and said,

"But here's what happened. If you don't take it out now, you won't be able to take it out forever. I was going to do something very sorry for you. From now on."

"..... you're going to do something more sorry than this?"

What could be worse than being a prisoner in the North, telling each other that their family was actually enemies, and that they liked you? By this time, Anya was afraid of what was beyond the Iron Gate.

Van reached out to Anya without saying a word. You may not want to hold it. Turning around, whatever you're trying to show me, I might say I won't stand out there. Maybe that's the way to avoid greater pain, to keep this imperfect relationship between them.

Nevertheless, Anya finally grabbed Van's hand. Originally, lovers meant relationships where they were forced to hold each other's hands.

They said nothing as they went down the stairs. The unspeakable communion disappeared beyond the hierarchy, leaving a tranquil echo at every step of their path.

And, like that, in front of them is a white tree.

"...... ah. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

The groaning that seemed to crumble was formed in Anya's mouth. Van thought that maybe they were the ones that Anya knew. No, you probably know. The Nahar clans are numerous, but there are not enough of them to know.

"This is the substance of this prison."

"How, what the hell, why..."

"The first time I tried to kidnap you."

Van spoke quietly.

"They said that they wanted to make you into this tree..... that's what they said."

She could barely stand the same thing as nausea. I can't believe she didn't know that being nourished by a tree could be her life. Looking at their pupils as empty as dead fish, Anya looked at the bare face of the world in a different form than the other half.

The White Flame soared from the tip of Anya's hand. Van slowly spoke.

"If you're going to emit that flame, you need to be careful. No. They're doing me a favor, but if this tree disappears..... I'll try to find a replacement for White Flame somehow."

"They can't put me in this position. Either me or these guys, when the fight is over, either one of them will be gone without even powder!"

"And that would be you."

Van said quietly. I wasn't trying to provoke Anya. I didn't even want to hurt her. But now it was time to look at reality. If you don't, it'll only be devastation to come back to them eventually.

"You can go back to go back. If they pay what seems reasonable, they'll send our investigation team back to the lighthouse as it is. Burning them is going to burn us..... and furthermore, it's going to burn Pendel. Starting with the fanatics of the revolution, children who don't know anything."

"........"

"No, should we..... let them go?"

Of course, that was the only question I could answer. But the problem was next. By giving them rest, what else should they sacrifice?

"In fact, I want you to say no. I want you to be selfish. No matter what the world is like, no matter how much they suffer, they still have to live. I want you to tell me that."

Van said in a fuzzy voice. The weakest voice Anya had ever heard. But as much as that, the voice wanted to speak more sincerely than ever. I want Anya to just tell me to forget. It's an unavoidable sacrifice, and now they don't have the power to deal with this absurdity, so tell me.

"…… but if you say the opposite."

Even if you're powerless and weak, you say you have to do what needs to be done.

"I will be your sword."

"…… what are you ringing."

"I know the absurdity of this world.

"Is that possible...?"

If it had been before, I would not have heard such a weak voice in my mouth. But even the Revolutionary Party, which regards us as pilgrims, saw that the roots were nourished by this evil..... I couldn't even think that this world would change in any way.

"If a man and a woman could not hate each other because of the evil of the family, in the end..... the people of this world would stop hating each other."

"…… I can't leave them like that."

But I can't drag them all to death. After all, from the moment I saw this place, there was only one choice I could make. Van still looked at him with an unburdened expression.

"Should I not have brought you here?"

"... don't say that. For these people, we needed an end."

A vine of White Flame grew from Anya's body. They stretched out on the ground and slowly began to burn Nahar's corpse and trees.

Van looked at him without saying a word. What this meant was never light. Anya laughed in vain.

"It's a terrible world. I just wanted to live lazily."

"..... I got sick. Very tightly."

Van quietly replied. In a room full of white salt, the two men and women did not melt one hairy tip. Anya said slowly.

"It's going to take a long time. I love this prison."

"... I'm sure. Until the end."

The end of the revolution, or the end of this glorious night, or the end of the kingdom. As long as this past story doesn't come to an end, Anya must continue to reveal this prison.

Van grabbed Anya's hand. On the subject of uncovering this ridiculous fire, her hands were cold.

"I'll hurry. I'll let you leave this prison as soon as I can."

Cut off the world, rip off pus, cut off abscesses. That way…….

A man looks at a woman, a boy looks at a girl, a prosecutor looks at a lighthouse, and a stranger looks at a lantern.

The lighthouse keeper laughed.

"Then I must find your way back."

At the end of the hammam, let us find our way.