Sword Whisperer

It was a blatant disregard. The wheels stare at Van with a dumb expression. And when he became a man of Zacharim, no one was able to come to him. The disrespect for him soon became disrespect for Zacharim.

No, I didn't leave Zacharim and dare to attack him. None of those sequences could stop the knives of the angry knight, so those who were crazy and didn't want to see the money knight didn't provoke the wheel themselves. Even if it was provocative, they were all scratching him while subtly following the line.

But Van has bumped into the front. As if he was picking up such a useless ritual, his eyes didn't even contain a bit of tension about the wheel.

It's like you can solve it any time you want.

"You crossed the line."

"I think it's better if I step on the line."

At first I wanted to see it. I thought I'd just look cute at those clumsy times and jealousy. Because timing and jealousy have always followed half the way through the academy. Now, even if an old man was jealous of him, Van wasn't exactly new or surprising.

It was just a nuisance. Van had a lot to worry about, though. How to use the power given to him immediately. Where is she?

I don't know what you're thinking. How to divide the boundary between day and night. For all that, he needs to be stronger.

I didn't even intend to add a wheel to it. He had no choice but to think about it. It was a story that was not worth his time. Van lifted the wheel's hand. He grabbed my knife.

"Will you just hold on to that knife? You'd better swing it."

"... Do you want me to swing this sword?"

"Why are you holding me accountable? You wanted it."

Van lifted his finger and pointed at my neck. With his eyes full of unpretentious annoyances, he stares at the wheel.

"Don't you want to hit this neck? You're young, you don't have a lot of time with the prince, and you can't stand the thought of a young junior who might threaten your place. Even if you don't care about living with the smell of wet mud because the junior has become a border guard, you will be angry and complain about how great that mud is. By the way, Sir Wheel."

Van didn't pull the knife. I didn't even take my hand with a knife. But every time the wheel touched half the eye, every time the finger moved, it flinched with the finger holding my knife, as if it were against a sword-drawn examination.

"I don't intend to slander you to fill your poor pride, and I have no reason. I have too much to care about, even if it's not you. I mean, if you have any complaints, I'd appreciate it if you could do it with a knife, not a horse."

"Do you think everything in the world seems to you to have a decent skill at a young age? How arrogant. Not to mention the awkwardness of thinking you can solve everything with a knife!"

"I think you're trying to tell me that everything is wrong with you, and you know that."

Van narrows his eyes.

"You've been in my realm ever since."

"......!"

It was the moment Van finished saying that. Violent living like a storm emanates from half. The hairy tip stood crooked. The wheel hurriedly pulled the knife. However, facing such a wheel, half still did not pull the knife.

Strange thing. In front of the sword-drawn examination, there is a sword-drawn examination. However, it was the one who was sweating with his hands full, and the examiner who didn't pull the knife was as relaxed as if he was already holding the blade in his neck. Van's eyes flourished.

"Yes. At least there should have been a knife to pull the strings. But, are you going to hold me at Belle's?"

"…… a word… very…!"

The wheel turns red to the face and grinds its teeth. Van stares at the wheel with a facing impression. He was also not very broad-minded because of the blood he had accumulated.

"How long are you going to play with your tongue? Did you intend to take the place of the future Australian border with your tongue instead of a knife?"

"You...!"

It was the moment the wheel raised the knife half way up. The door of the bedroom opened, and Zakarim looked back at the two of them with a tired complexion. The wheels were frozen, and half were flattened. Zakarim sighed and opened his mouth.

"Enough..... What the hell is going on?"

"We were having childish quarrels among adults. Shivi walked first by the escort commander of the Prince degeneration."

"Well, degenerate. That is……!"

"That explains it. I couldn't sleep properly, though, but I couldn't stand the fact that even the Gods woke me up."

"I have sinned to death!"

"Sir Wheel is outside. And Lord Van, follow me. I have something to tell you."

"Yes, degenerate."

Van nods. Jakarim looked at the other half with a tired eye, and immediately he took a first step with a sigh. Facing the diverse gazes of the guards, Van scratches his head.

"... It's annoying."

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"I know Sir Wheel is a small bowl. That predatory temperament, even if it threatens you a little, triggers it right away. Somehow, if I don't shave and eliminate my rivals, I'm a heartless man. If it wasn't swordsmanship, no, there's a good reason for not having swordsmanship and being respected by people."

"…… is that so?"

"But I didn't know you'd react so proactively to that drowsiness. Can I ask you a reason?"

"Do you have a reason to get drowsy?"

"Are you in a hurry? You're afraid you're gonna lose your colleagues?"

Despite what Van Tuck said, Zacharim found his true heart hidden in it. Van realized that Sasam Zakarim is the most powerful next-generation king in the country. In the absence of the Spirit, all the words of these men will determine the law and the future of this world.

In that sense, it was not an exaggeration to have this inner mind as the fastest way to bell the world.

"Once, I wanted to be a autopsy."

"Sword, good title. Blood can boil. If I hadn't been born a prince, I might have meant that."

"Now I don't want to be a swordsman, a border guard, a royal knight, or anything else. I quit acting like one. What I care about now is what people do."

"…… yes. What kind of person do you want to be? It seems quite certain that guarding the king's side is not your dream."

"The one who changes the world."

"…… that must sound like a king."

"That might sound like it. But that's why I'm more skeptical. Why is it so urgent for the royal family to change everything and keep the tide? You're the ones who need it most to fight that night. But why does the royal lineage come out this night when there is a reason to defend itself at all costs?"

In a way, I didn't know that the only thing that was so urgent about protecting was royalty, not guardianship. It will depend on each one of them, but in the end they lived to defend their stubbornness, with their own reasons and their own goals.

And as a result, the world looked like this. The night cannot be swallowed at a low angle of view, and lives in fear of when the night will come, believing only in the light of the low lighthouse.

"When Prince degenerate takes the throne, will this world be different then?"

"..... That's a difficult question."

"At some point, the night of my life became the enemy. It became a life of fear of the night. And I want to get rid of the horror of night in this world from its roots. If it's a world that can't be sustained without sacrifice, I want to cut it down and build it again from scratch."

It was something the Revolutionaries could say. But there was an intrinsic difference between Van and the revolutionaries. Van was not convinced. He constantly doubted himself and did not believe that my belief would be absolutely right.

And so his voice touched more clearly than anyone else's.

"To be honest, I don't have that idea about how to change the world. But I will never forget the debt of those who gave me my destiny. Even those wheel races, even though they were of a sleepy nature to be friends, I am truly grateful for his vow to give me his life. So, he will one day be rewarded for all the enthusiasm he showed me when I was on the throne."

"…… Do you want the same enthusiasm for me?"

"Even if it's not passionate for me."

Jakarim shrugs.

"Even if it's a passion to change the world, I won't forget that friendship if the Lord is a friend who supports my heavy ass for that passion."

"Simply not forgetting is not enough."

Van looks at Zacharim with a thin glance.

"Don't forget, you'll finally have to pay for that friendship. You have to struggle to squeeze the puss out of this world that I've been trying to change. As much as I respect your thoughts and your path, you must respect my thoughts and your path. Otherwise……"

"Are you gonna ring me or something?"

Seeing Van grab the knife, Zakarim kicks and laughs. Van twists his head without a word. Jakarim looked at the class and refined his face again.

"All right, then, how about this?"

"…… what do you mean?"

"The Spirit is a mysterious force. It has to be a force to show why words are scary. I can't pick up the spirit outside my mouth. Whether it's a blessing or an order or a curse. And it's no different, even if it's an oath."

"What......."

"It's like this."

Jakarim raised his hand. His mood has changed. No, the world has changed. It was as if all things in the world stood up willingly and listened to the voice of Zacharim.

The world was his audience. And in front of that audience, Zacharim took an oath.

— I, Zacharim, promise to face the mystery of the Holy Spirit. As long as Inspector Van shows his friendship to Prince Zacharim of Balagoth, he will join Van's dream of changing the world. And the moment he breaks this contract, he will lose the power to talk to this world forever.

It happened instantly. When Van saw Zacharim reciting the Holy Spirit in front of me, he felt like he didn't know what to say. Zakarim laughed. After making a deal that might be worth a fortune, he had a rather frustrating look on his face.

"Well, then..... can I buy your friendship now?"