Sword Whisperer

Having said that, I didn't feel this situation was that serious. I was confident that I could solve it if I just took my mind off it. And now was not the time to hide that confidence.

Van opened his mouth.

"I thought I had barely met my allies, but I'm depressed by the treatment. As much as I respect the deputy commander, I want him to respect me..."

"Noise! What's going on right now? Do you have to say something stupid?"

"What is the situation?"

Van asks. A panicked hue appears on the deputy commander's face. I didn't think I'd react like that. Ordinarily, the royal knights had a tail right in front of them, but Van wasn't even a bit smudged. Did a poor knight make him so arrogant that he couldn't even discern?

No. The deputy commander was convinced that Van's confidence did not come from stupidity. If he was such a fool, he couldn't keep his distance from the deputy commander with calm eyes.

'.... Do I have to pick one?'

The deputy commander took his hand on my knife. And it was that moment. As soon as I thought about fighting Van and the knife, something ominous from the tailbone mounted on his back like electricity.

"......."

It was strange. I didn't know about Van. He was once quite famous within the Royal Knights. Especially when it came to being Lucas' right arm, the aristocrats looked at Van with fairly twisted eyes.

What was important was that Van had not graduated from the Citadel Academy in a few years. But why? Why the hell should he be caught up in the feeling of meeting a journalist who has only trained swords for decades?

'This much, even compared to the commander.... No, it can't be. Impossible. At that age..'

It's like facing a pushing wave. If the waves were coming, all he could do would be to squeeze the fuzz so it wouldn't float away. He couldn't have had a hand with an easy knife. The moment he grabbed the knife, the instinct that something he would not even want to imagine would dominate him.

"Apparently, I'm not the only one who shouldn't be holding a knife."

In Van's voice, not only the deputy commander, but everyone in front of him trembled. He was not the only deputy commander who noticed the power of the oil contained in Van.

Van paused, but did not deliberately conceal his energy. Just as the wild beasts could smell the beast, they could also smell half of it, just as they were frightened and trying to escape.

I can't fight.

We must not be hostile.

…… but how is that possible?

"Night is a rough place. How can you ask the prosecutor to put down a knife in such a place? If you need to have a conversation, do so. You are willing to cooperate."

"I can't..."

"Deputy commander."

Van looked straight in the eyes of the deputy commander and said:

"Please."

It was a favor, but not a favor. Even if the opponent was a kingdom, Van was prepared to draw a sword for his people.

The Deputy Commander also read that memorandum. He bites his lips. In his view, it was just like being caught by a mad dog. He can't deal with Van, he can't deal with him, he's only got a lot to lose.

'.... You can't look foolish in front of Nahar.'

Half a step back, now was the best time. The deputy commander hides his uncomfortable colors and turns his back.

"I threw myself out that night, so I won't let go. Very well. I will allow you to have your weapons. But you better not think about it.

The kingdom will never be generous to anyone outside my fence. "

"…… I know."

Van nods.

The Deputy Commander's name was Dusk. He takes a half to a cell decorated with a drumstick, and then sits down in front of him. Unlike when I was with my men, Dusk was now half as comfortable. He opens his mouth in a distant voice.

"Ever since Lucas, I never thought the common people would outrun the nobility. But I didn't expect it to break."

"My friends are traitors to the kingdom. What is that supposed to mean?"

"You're trying to undermine me."

"Please understand. After wandering, I have only returned to the kingdom's arms, and my friends have already abandoned them. How embarrassing would that be?"

"…… it seems quite calm to hit someone who is embarrassed. Yes……"

Dusk blurs his words and looks at Van. Thinking about it, Dusk didn't necessarily have to look at Van. There was once a rumor that Van was Lucas' man, but in the end his shoulders that were not on a cape proved to be nothing but a rumor.

Maybe Lucas is stronger than that. You don't have to make a bad impression.

The calculation is done.

"Pendel was being revealed by the White Flame. Nahar Kizl and Nahar Anya's white salt."

"…… isn't it being revealed by intimidation?"

"At first, we thought so. But even as the Royal Army appeared and attacked Pandel, they tried to protect the remnants of the Revolutionary Party. What does this mean?"

"......."

Van lost his horse momentarily. I had no idea why they did it. Looking at the people of the Revolutionary Party, they would know that they would not be so righteous, nor were they just as evil. Having been with them for a few more months after Van disappeared, it was not unusual to watch their lives disappear.

"I don't want to blame them. Young people are not easily deluded by words that are always a little plausible. How sophisticated was the Revolutionary Army's hillbilly trying to move them? But this is not easy to forgive. Many of the kingdom's children have shed blood because of them."

"…… Is there anyone dead?"

"At least if you're lucky, there's no one dead. Treason is a felony, but they are talents that cannot be easily abandoned from the kingdom's perspective. If you come back now, you'll be able to avoid the big punishment. So I said……"

Dusk gazes at Van with a subtle glance. Van recognizes what his eyes mean.

"You want me to convince you?"

"I'm not asking. Rather, it gives you a chance. The best path for them is to get back on track before someone loses their life because of them. When the kingdom can still forgive them."

"…… Do you know where they are?"

"That's the problem."

Dusk sighs.

"The location of the Revolutionary Army is now in the grasp of the kingdom. Then where are they now?"

"…… must be somewhere at night."

"No matter how much the kingdom, I couldn't figure out where it was right away."

Van listened to the words and put his mind to it. At least now they're not in danger. Dusk leaned back on the chair and said,

"By the way, where do you keep your knight cape? A knight without a cape. You're disqualified."

"A cape is a right, not a duty."

"Do you have any idea how many people feel about not having that right?"

Dusk shook his finger.

"I'm saying it because I feel like a child. You have greed. The greediest knight, after all, becomes the greatest. Do you think you can build a ball on this battlefield without greed? If you don't feel comfortable trying to do something, you'll end up sucking your fingers and not slicing your throat properly."

He said with a religious voice. Van took out another question instead of answering him.

"How did you get here? We all thought the kingdom would never save us."

"......."

Dusk suddenly shut his mouth. Rather than having nothing to answer, it was an embarrassment to think about whether I could or should not take it out. Soon he shook his head slowly and said,

"I don't think that's a question for me to answer. There's only one thing I can tell you. Every war seems to be under a cause, but it's actually for political reasons. And this war is no exception."

"For political reasons……"

Van slowly chewed Dusk's words. Dusk felt pretty good when he listened to me carefully, which was about half the time. Seeing him laughing bluntly, Van asked quietly.

"Who is the commander of this expedition?"

"..... you're a faster friend than I thought."

Dusk smiles strangely.

"Prince Balagoth, Lord Jakarim."

Van could only understand this war.

This war that trampled on the flames of the revolution was not, in fact, a confrontation between ideology and ideology. It had more barbaric reasons than that.

It's a royal quarrel.

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Van lays his hands on Willen's attitude to my waist dance. His swordsmanship, though not so hard to learn, often helped Van.

'What have you done to protect the king? Mr. Willen.'

Van grabbed hold of the attitude and asked. The answer did not come back, but even if he had answered, it would not have resolved Van's frustration.

Van was quarantined in prison. It was suspected that he might be a spy, but it wasn't actually a meaningful quarantine. As long as the knife was given to him, Van could have fled by splitting this Fendel prison into buildings at any moment.

'.... Do you think she'll be okay?'

Van quietly organized his thoughts in prison. What role does he have to play in this meaningless war? Should we stand by the kingdom and cut off the Revolutionaries? Or stand on the side of the Revolutionaries and cut off the kingdom.

It seemed that only regret would remain on either side. So I'd rather have half the time in this prison. At least I had time to think about it.

The word of the ball came to mind. With the power to ring the world, he said it was a completely different matter. He was right. After all, what Van is pondering now was not because of the magnitude of the force he was given, but because of the direction.

When Van is so pondering, Ook is caught in an indescribable silence. Like a mouse in front of a cat, all these people in prison felt that if they misinterpreted Van's vision, even our existence could be shattered together.

Van was a fairly topical figure among Fendel's royal troops than he thought. Suddenly, the Royal Knights' deputy commander and I had a tense fight, and it turned out that they were the strongest of the Royal Army.

In that sense, it may have been natural for him to be half conscious. It was about a day after Van came to prison.

A blonde man with a tumultuous impression came to me without hesitation and sat in front of Van. Facing Van's tranquil eyes, the man smiled.

"Nice to meet you. Balagoth family deficit, Zakarim."

A prince appeared.