Sword Whisperer

"We're all on board. Without leaving it behind."

"........"

In the words of the Holy Spirit, Oobow answered nothing. He sat in the chair and did not move a finger for a long time. The angel asked in a quiet voice.

"Didn't you know you'd be here?"

"Okay."

Ubou leans on his desk and wraps his forehead around his forehead with two hands.

"But I didn't know."

"…… it's Bondi's law to know."

The Heavenly Spirit did not comfort me. Knowing a secret, he always had to carry the same weight as U-bow. They had not been able to comfort each other for a long time.

"Heavenly Spirit. I was just trying to save the world, but since when have I been added to the scale of evil?"

"Saving the world means fighting the world. You know it's not just a battle for goodness, right?"

"Is he possible?"

I didn't know who he was talking about. The Holy Spirit did not answer. Unlike Ubow, he was not weak enough to swear his fate. Rather than the difference in the bowls, the difference in the responsibilities incurred would have been greater. There was quite a distance between the head of the Revolutionary Army and his shadow.

Nevertheless, the Heavenly Spirit of Ubows was able to understand that faith. Those who pursue the revolution are all leaning behind the backs of Ubows. But who the hell is Woobow supposed to wait for? In this world where God's trail disappeared a long time ago, who should I find?

Oobow's belief in balance was foolish, but Oobow's man was never foolish. I couldn't be silly. Therefore, the Holy Spirit is guarding this moment by his side.

"…… I have to believe it. I'm going to kill him.

Why? That little revolution that took place in the prison of the revolution, it felt more noble than the revolution that they had created so far.

When we don't go after the revolution, we can't help but seize the real revolution.

It's an unknown world.

§

"...... what if you guys decide that!"

"I'm sorry, brother. But there was no other answer."

"How the hell am I supposed to handle this..... no, you, do you think this is such a bad situation? Maybe..... you really will bury bones here..!"

Kizzle's voice trembled with fury. I had to. I couldn't say that what Anya did wasn't right, but it was too expensive. Anya was the place to join the Revolutionary Army here without a miracle.

It wasn't long before her service was over. Either the Lighthouse is prepared for the Revolutionary Army and the whole war and invades here, or the kingdom falls under the flag of the Revolution. Neither of them happened in the near future.

"... Do you think we can leave you behind and go back to each other?"

"You should."

"No!"

"Brother, no, Nahar Kizl."

Anya looked straight at Kizzle. Burning her family, she wasn't comfortable either, but she couldn't continue to tremble. The water fell, and now she had to mop more sincerely than ever.

"Even if we don't see it, we always live on people's sacrifices. This time it's just more noticeable. So……"

"And a man is a law that cannot turn away from the wounds he saw in the first place."

Kizzle looked at him with a determined eye.

"I don't want to leave you."

".... You are foolish."

Anya smiled in circles. Kizzel looked at him like that and said he was more angry.

"Where's Van? Where the hell did you go after you blew that crap?"

"Van will be where he belongs. Just like I do."

"Where you need to be is a lighthouse."

"'In the first place, when Nahar lit the fire, the darkness retreated and the sun was engraved on a world without discipline. Since then, Nahar has devoted his life to driving out the darkness, so people have called them lighthouses……' We are lighthouses, brother. If there are those who seek light in the dark, shouldn't we light the eucharistic fire?"

"Are you saying we should care about those who drove themselves into the darkness?"

"We're in the realm of the night, too. There may be different reasons between them and us, but sometimes it's hard for anyone to get their feet in the shade."

"…… It's an ulcer, no."

"The ulcer isn't always wrong."

Anya said in a rather vague attitude than Kizle. It was a very calm attitude to leave me in the most dangerous situation. What kind of faith makes her so deliberate? Kizzle asked, and the moment he realized the answer, he was silent.

".... You think Van will save you. What the hell makes you believe that guy? No, why are these revolutionaries..... treating him with kindness?"

"There are many reasons."

That was when Van's voice was heard. Kizzle frowns as soon as he sees him. On his back, a white flame soared. He said in a fierce voice.

Must be a good reason. That's why. "

"I am the master of the prophecy they seek. The Guardian of Sunwoo. That he will lead the lost in this world to paradise."

"Sunwoo's...... what?"

Kizzle had no choice but to doubt my ears. What did Van say to me now? Guardian of Sunwoo?

Guardian of Sunwoo.

"... Oh, shit."

Seeing him blush into a whitewashed face, he was half confident. On the contrary, the fruit or aniah that was by his side made a more embarrassing look. I didn't think I'd be able to talk to Kizzle about it.

But Van was rather heart-wrenched by this. Even if the kingdom found out about him, it didn't matter. From the moment that Anya decided to be the sun of this prison, Van had to end up in this world's unfavorable quarrel. I decided to fight the world, but it was only a minor matter.

'I just liked the sword.'

It's nice to see the guards beating up villagers who bully villagers.

I was so excited about the story of the mountain slasher that one day the storyteller told me.

The silver curve with the knife is so beautiful.

But that heart eventually led him to this position now. Is it really because he was destined for it, as Ubowo says? Then, who gave you the destiny, what do you want Van to reach at the end of this road? What did they make you touch?

"I'm sorry, Kizzle. But Anya won't be here long."

"…… do you know what that means?"

"Yes."

Van calmly replied.

"I'm aware of that."

"I thought you were fine. Pure, clear, yet gentle."

"......."

"But I never thought I'd poison you."

Kizzle's White Flame shrivelled. From the perspective of the two lovers, I felt like discussing reality all the time. Kizel turns his back, swallowing a sigh.

"Let's talk about it again later..... What would be different? At least I'm not ready to have this conversation."

Kizzle walks less. Van and Anya looked at each other and immediately cut off a smile that could not be expressed. Of course, that smile was not a happy smile, but it was not just a sad smile. After a long period of stagnation, the situation was not as difficult as it had finally been for them to understand each other, and they were able to look ahead more clearly than ever.

"…… what are you going to do?"

"We have to go to the Karlsmori Library. The protector of the battlefield is there."

"After meeting him there, what's the difference?"

"You'll be able to read more."

And if you continue to increase what you can read, the chain that ties Anya's feet here will also be able to read one day.

Van was not one of the revolutionaries, one of the kingdoms, one of the favors of wick. He just cuts what he has to, and he cuts what no one has. And when the world doesn't ring like that, with the people I love..... I don't know, maybe even farm. The crop may be a good apple.

"Kizzle's going to the lighthouse. With Tamby."

".... Am I going too?"

"If we temporarily unlock the Realm, we'll be able to get everyone back to the lighthouse. Even if Kizle is pushing him away right now, he'll do what he has to do. One hand dealing with White Flame..... is usually precious."

"Let's go with the lady."

"I can't do that."

Anya looks out the window.

"Like I said, this place needs light."

Even for those who will come back.

Anya looked at Van.

"So, Van. You better get going."

"..... can I leave quickly?"

"I think it's better to leave quickly. Kizzle will convince me. You leave."

I think I want to hold on to it more after a while. She laughed loudly.

"Come on, be strong. Enough to tell the world. Without a lighthouse, this world would be brighter. Let me leave the lighthouse. Let me live lazily."

Van looks at the lazy lighthouse in front of his eyes without a word. Since one day, I've never been lazy.

I had a lot to say. So I didn't say anything. Half moved on. The circle quietly followed, and asked.

"Are you all right, brother?"

"…… No."

It's not okay.

It's not okay.

§

"..... That's too good a reason to do favors. So much for releasing a prisoner."

Ubou said with a bitter expression. Someone might ask what's different. Even without Anya, Pandel was originally a city that could secure enough White Flame.

However, it is quite different from the city that used to squeeze people's lives out and just pull out clean white salt. The roots of the revolution are now as clean as a finger.

"In the Revolutionary Army..... there would be countless roots already rotten, even if they weren't Nahar."

"... I won't deny it."

"I'm going to find a knife that can cut down all those roots. If you don't like it, you might as well stop me now."

Van looked at Ubows and said, Compassion and respect withered, and now, looking at the eyes that contained only dry notions...... U-bow was rather at ease. He was just getting the eyes he deserved.

"If you'll excuse me, I'll give you warriors to guide you."

There were no more great conversations between them. Van leaves Pendel under the escort of the Ghost Corps with a ring. Unlike entering the night zone for the first time, I feel a cooling atmosphere, and I look back halfway.

'.... You're different.'

It was inevitable. How can I feel comfortable leaving a man like that in prison? In Van's eyes, the blade stood upright, unlike at any other time. The determination of only one man to cut off the world flowed out of each of his little gestures.

— Come on, be strong. Enough to tell the world.

Anya's voice hovers around Van's ear. Between the members of the Ghost Corps, Van walked silently for a long time. And that was when I took thousands of steps. Half the steps stopped.

[It's a snake throwing up fire.]

Seeing a snake blocking their path, a white-haired ballock said.

[If you touch that fire, you'll be a ghost just like us. This is not avoiding…….]

"I'm tired of avoiding it."

Van quietly replied. Hiding the ability to be misunderstood, hiding the family to be hated, hiding the abyss to stay away from dreams...... It was time to quit.

He hid too long, avoided too long.

Hold the kissin. The twinkling ear spreads like a flame. One by one, a serpent as large as a man turns his head and shakes his tongue.

Van was able to shed the Stone of Heaven without holding the sword.

Then what will happen when you hold the knife?

"What is this..."

I heard a moaning. It was a force worthy of it. Kishin, who had been suppressing my power for a long time, cried out after God. Bear! Give me the blood of all spilled beings! Van replied.

Yeah, I'll give it to you.

Staring at the serpent. Staring at the land and the sky behind him. It's all torn to shreds, to pieces.

The inspector slashed the sky.