Sword Whisperer

Van looks at the prince quietly. Prince Lee was a man of a different atmosphere than Avon. If Avon hid my insides and called me armed, Zacharim was a showcase of my strength by not hiding my insides.

'In a word, you have the power to change everything in the world, and it's hard not to.'

One is living through all this trouble to change the world once, and one is destined to follow his command from birth.

That unreasonableness was not so resentful. In fact, Van knew that he was a prince or something. After all, the power that the world can change is unimportant. The second question is whether you can make a voice.

In the end, it was a question of what to say to the world, what to demand, what to command. Van hasn't prepared his voice yet. Will the prince really be different?

"I've heard a lot of rumors. Lower Jakarim. It's an honor to meet you."

"What an honor. I know you're just here to talk nonsense."

".... How do you find me?"

Van asked. Zacharim looked at Van without saying a word. His eyes were filled with hidden greed.

"I'm not the only one who heard the rumors. I've heard a lot of rumors too. In fact, I was just a little embarrassed at the time, but..... I heard from Dukes, so I changed my mind. More powerful than I thought, no, than common sense would allow. Sir."

"I lived quietly, but I don't think so. You can walk all the way in front of me."

"The fangs are ready to go through the pockets, and the water flows out of the glass no matter when Bondi is here. Not to mention the water that is so full that it is hard to contain all the glasses."

Zakarim threw out his horse like a tug.

"I heard that Avon had met Sir. I know I got you a present."

"..... You don't know anything."

"The inside of Citadel is like the palm of my hand. I'm sorry that the bird who listens to the day horse and the rat who listens to the night horse can't say a word to me."

I didn't mean to bluff. Of the powers that a person named Zacharim possessed, it was not great enough to show off. Jakarim looked at Van's waist dance and said:

"Lord Willen's sword. He was a great escort. When the country was in danger, he saved your father several times. It's ironic. My brother left the knife to you, what did he say..."

"You asked me to be a friend."

"Friend? You don't believe me."

"I believe you."

Van replied with a delicate expression.

"A lot of people want to be friends with me. The prince is no exception. So I got a knife, and one day, if you want to join me in drinking and meat, I'm willing to join you anytime."

"…… is that all?"

"Isn't that enough between friends?"

"Huh, Avon did a very good job. I can't believe the Master of the Spirit didn't know what I was saying."

Zakarim shook his head with his tongue. And I looked at Van with a smile.

"But thank God. Thanks to you, I realized I had to be careful what I said in front of you."

"Are you going to give me a knife, too?"

I think a knife is enough. I only have two hands, but I have a lot of knives. I think there is something else I want.... Yeah, what can I do to make you my man if I promise? "

"…… I'm sorry, but whatever degenerate Prince promised me, I can't seem to live to be someone else."

"Well, no one said that. Yeah. What are you dreaming about?"

"Yes?"

"You don't like being caught up in other people's dreams because you have dreams, do you?"

"......."

"Is that so? Do you not know the dream, even though you have a dream?"

Zacharim also found an answer in Van's silence. He sighs while dragging his tongue.

"It's the hardest thing for people like Sir. If the path you want to go is clear, you'd better tell me you're going to help. For those who have no way, you can tell them to make my way your own. But they have their own path, but those who don't know where it is headed.... Hmm, they are actually more often wandering servants than I am."

"A wandering servant..... I don't know."

Van nods. He wandered for the rest of his life, and will probably continue to wander. His seat was not in any organization. Jakarim soon realized that.

"The inspector would rather be the strongest in the world, the head of the Royal Knights. It would be convenient to have such an easy-to-know goal. You don't seem to want to live a very comfortable life either."

"I had a dream once. to be the greatest swordsman in the world, to be respected by everyone in the world."

"Have you come to think that honor is no longer sweet?"

"It's sweet, but I just found out the bitterness behind it."

Jakarim's eyes touched the knife through Van's face and hands. His eyes narrowed.

"The most valuable thing I can give you is honor and money, and I don't think that's too desperate for you."

"What about Prince Curtis?"

"What am I after? That's too obvious a question."

"When you sit on the throne, will you accomplish everything?"

"At that time, there will be something else you want to do. You'll see what you want to accomplish. But as a prince, how much does it mean to imagine anything else, even though you're not yet a king?"

Zakarim laughed bitterly.

"It's too late to think about what to eat tomorrow. The important thing right now is, what do I want to eat this evening, and who do I hunt for that evening? Where does anyone live planning all the pinnies in advance?"

It was clear that Jakarim was an extraordinary man, at least in that he could express his dreams.

"Perhaps I have no choice but to participate in your meal. But I don't know what the next meal is, and what the next meal is. Aren't you going to be eating together? I think the prince of the kingdom is a pretty good opponent for dining together."

"Why do you want to eat with me? Just because it's a good test? Or……"

"You just crossed the terms. However, the vice commander of the Royal Knights has no chance of winning. I know Lucas wasn't even this good to remember, but by then, it would be a good thing to buy your favour, wouldn't it?"

"I decided to live as a prosecutor, not a knife."

"I need a test rather than a knife, too. I already have too many knives in my hand. I don't need a bellman to move and cut without telling me, and I don't want a knife to be worth holding on to."

"…… what do you think you should cut?"

"Friendship is so extreme, don't you think?"

Van hardened his face to Jakarim's question. Zakarim shakes his head with a slap.

Oh, don't worry. Sir's friends can never be what I have to cut. Rather, it's a matter of that dimension. "

"What do you want me to cut?"

"This truce will be the proof that I am worthy of the throne. He won't like it anymore. I'm going to write the number one way or another.

Maybe you want to kill me in the middle of the night. "

"…… can we keep the degradation?"

"Yes."

Zacharim smiled mean and pointed to Van's attitude.

"With that attitude from my brother, keep me safe."

§

To put it simply, Van accepted Zakarim's proposal. I didn't ask you to assassinate someone, I asked you to protect me. To be honest with you, I didn't have much of a burden.

At first, I wanted to ask him why he was escorting, but not long after, Van knew why. I thought the Royal Army was prevailing because it was occupying Pendel, but it wasn't.

"The Revolutionaries eat and sleep at night and eat and sleep."

Dane said.

"Even if you leave Pendel, they can live comfortably wherever they go, as long as Anya and Kizl have White Flame. As long as you're working with them, even the Night Seed, you don't have to be afraid of the whole night. But……"

Dane looks back at Pendel with a stiff face. The royal army that was occupying Pendel wanted to leave this ominous land as soon as possible, rather than be drunken by the joy of victory.

I deserved it. It's easy for a person to get depressed when the day is blurry, but the day that he can't see the sunlight once has been going on for a month. It was not even sunrise, it was inhabiting all kinds of monsters they could imagine.

'It's a depressing war.'

How much there will be a war that is not depressing, this war has been particularly dark.

"..... you've grown stronger."

Dane looks at Van with a strange expression. You don't have to fight. When I saw Van before, Dane was blurry enough to look inside him. But now Van's insides were just compact. What the hell does that mean?

"It was a rough night. I can't help but be strong."

"I don't know what I've been through..... but I wish they were as strong as you."

Damn it, Dane sighs. I didn't have to ask who they were talking about. Van looked at the night with calm eyes. There they are somewhere that night.

What the hell are they thinking?

§

"Kchatu……"

K'Shatu sighs as he looks at Pendel. He had been following Van constantly for a long time, but there was no choice there. Because his skin is itchy and white, I felt a lot of strong people spraying the weather that he couldn't handle.

It was stupid to step into Pendel unless you were trying to kill yourself.

'K'Shatu, you must change.'

Whenever he needed a change, his ability to bring that change into reality made him look like a mortal, at least in appearance. However, the beast in his insides is forced to reveal itself even if the opponent notices it a little sooner.

You have to be more, more human.

It was the moment I thought so. K'Shatu hardens his body by the hot touch of his neck. A cool voice rang.

"Stop. Just answer what you're asking. You, the Royal Army?"

"......."

K'Shatu turns his head slowly. And it was then. The rod that stabbed him in the neck burns like it's about to burn him.

"I told you to stop."

A white woman was staring at him.