Sword Whisperer

"I don't think friendship is about buying and selling as much as dealing."

".... Are you refusing?"

"I don't want to sell. However……"

Van turns his head slightly embarrassed.

"Maybe I can give it to you."

I think I might have a friend.

I thought so.

§

"No wonder the Kingdom can't like Bondi."

"... I don't think the prince of that kingdom is going to say anything."

"Isn't that what the prince says? What do you think of that? 'The kingdom was a long burden. Every step of the way, what if my feet don't sink into the ground? I had to live with a heavy shoulder to worry about.' Who do you think this is?"

"Your Majesty..... are you?"

Zakarim smiled freshly.

"We only see the cross section when we look at the kingdom. Who is a country defiled by royalty? Who is the country of the revolutionaries. A country where anyone just flees the night. But which country is right? No, what point of view is correct? And whose view is wrong? Can any sage in the world answer this question? No, is this really a question that needs answers?"

Jakarim's consciousness flowed like water. Even with what he said, Van could see how much he was usually thinking about this kingdom.

He truly loves this kingdom. From the kingdoms that love him, to the kingdoms that are indifferent to him, or that hate him.

"Let the revolutionaries take down the kingdom and create a new world. But if they can bring down the royal family, the kingdom cannot be brought down. Even if there is not one royalty left in the world, the kingdom will be rebuilt."

"How can you be so sure?"

"The kingdom is alive."

Like a simple sense that a tree burns in a fire, Zakarim said with conviction.

"The kingdom has always acted with determination. History is the memory of the kingdom, war is the troubles of the kingdom. So I don't actually hate the Revolutionary Party that much. A man cannot grow unless he is sick, and, therefore, the Revolutionary Army is a condition that the Kingdom must eventually suffer."

"Sickness sometimes kills people."

"Let the weak die."

Zakarim added:

"The kingdom is strong. So I don't die."

"…… It's almost a religious level of faith."

"Religion..... Van, do you believe in God?"

"After a night, the existence of God is inevitable. At least you think there will be a being with divine power. I don't know how good he'll be to us."

"That's why God is to me a kingdom."

It was quite an heretic remark to be the next king.

"I glorify the kingdom, I pray to the kingdom, and my afterlife is the history of the kingdom. So, I'm only going to choose the best path for the kingdom."

"I heard you said you had no interest in changing the world."

"That's not a change. Yeah, no. I'm just following. The world is on its way."

"I……"

Van shook his lips for a moment. Maybe we should talk to him about the Sunwoo family. Perhaps once he becomes king, the charges of treason against the Sunwoo family can also be lifted. Of course, the wounds suffered by the Sunwoo family will not be all better, but they will be less.

But that wasn't what we were going to talk about now. Van brought out a more intrinsic story than that.

"If the kingdom wants it, it can allow anything. I understand you said that."

"Think of it that way. But as much as you do, if you're going to bring any petition, you're going to have to think about how positive it really is for this kingdom."

"If you're worried, you're always doing it. Not even this moment."

I thought so half the time. Maybe Zacharim can clear his path. Beyond the understanding of the Revolutionaries and the Kingdom, they all agree to achieve a more absolute ideal…… could there be a better companion than that?

If one day you put out the lights of the lighthouse, so that the world doesn't separate day and night, what will you cut in half?

"…… I'm sorry about Sir Wheel."

Van sneaks out a horse like that. There was no fighting with the wheel, it was actually a puddle towards Jakarim. There were some who were disbelieving in him, who couldn't find his companions, and some who were frustrated.

Looking at that class, Zakarim just smiled quietly.

"It would also have been the will of the kingdom. It's okay."

He was unknown in many ways.

§

"Kizzle came and said, I ask you to let me go."

Ubou has been struggling for the past few weeks. More than a million revolutionaries have been sacrificed, and they have been forced to leave without a place to live. She looked at him without saying a word.

"Did Kizzle say that?"

"I'll light the Revolutionary Army fire," he asked me to send you. As the leader of the Revolutionary Army, I may have to refuse, but I... I wanted to respect you. Even for the class that respected us. "

"…… Kizzle's flames won't suffice."

Anya murmurs. Ubowou smiles strangely at her like that.

"You're not ready to die with us."

"........"

"The revolution will never end, me and my revolutionary companions, and this will be the grave."

"Why?"

Anya asked. It wasn't a question of why they died.

"Why do you have to die? No, why did you create this situation? Killing, kidnapping, intimidating the nobles... Why did you have to insist on revolution like that? But even if I hadn't, if I had been a little more gentle..... then the kingdom wouldn't have had to do this either." "Be gentle..."

Ubows raised their bodies. He leans on Anya, facing a campfire lit by Anya's white salt. His dark shadow covered the white light and followed the shape of a flame.

"If you really don't tell the world, will you whisper? Or are you going to shout out loud?"

"…… it's a different matter."

"It's no different."

U-bow looks up at the sky. It was a sky full of darkness.

"The world doesn't listen to the voices of the powerless. The loudest voice in the world, after all, is the voice of the man with the sword. We had to lift the knife. And I had to show him the knife wasn't just a decoration. I just had to let you know that if you neglect to see the world, the price of it can sometimes be more than you think."

"…… so this is the result?"

"Why do you think this isn't the outcome we wanted?"

"Yes...?"

"We have torn so many people apart because we have turned our backs on the destroying North in distress, because we have not spared their refugees, because we do not want a better world, because we want to find paradise, for so many reasons. Even if there's a reason, murder will remain in our souls. I can't shake that weight. No matter what paradise you go to, it doesn't wash away our sins. It's not just me. Everyone thinks so."

"Then, you shouldn't have done that...!"

"That's why I had to do it."

Oobow was resolutely accepted.

"Do you know when a soul that carries sin and suffering will find rest for a moment? That's when I believe that all those things existed for the greater good."

"..... are you going to be a victim? You want to believe that you've led everyone in the world to paradise, so you can give your life like this?"

"I didn't want the Revolutionary Party to end, either."

At that moment, Woobow's expression seemed so dull, that the words "Do you know" were blocked. Upon Anya's silence, Ubow's words were added.

"I wish the end of the revolution could be achieved by our hands. But you shouldn't. I can't do that. After all, you can't tie the knot of the revolution with your dirty hands."

"... then what the hell did you do?"

"The end of the Revolutionary Army will soon be the beginning of a real revolution."

Ubowu looked at Anya. Unbelievably, his eyes were burning with enthusiasm and passion for something unknown.

"The last of the Revolutionary Army, who fought for death at night, will give the people of the kingdom a mysterious seed. Why did they fight like that? What kind of trouble pissed them off and immortalized them to death? What the revolutionaries do, in the end, is they question it, they sprout the revolution. The real revolution, in the end, has to be part of the public, as always."

Because the revolution took place in the hands of the masses, the revolutionaries could not have been the masters of the revolution from the beginning. U-bow's words were unbearably painful.

"… However, that doesn't mean you can't take everyone who believes in me to their limbs."

Oobow opened his mouth. He finally looked back on Anya. With irresistible eyes, with a voice, he asked.

"I have a favor to ask of you. Will you listen to me?"

What am I supposed to do?

I had to nod.

§

Ever since I hit him, the wheel has not done anything to flatter Van directly. His gaze on Van was, of course, not multiplied, but the extent was negligible without regard for the Peninsula. There was no reason to buy Wheel's favor or to be friends with him, so his hatred did not feel bad or anything to do.

'If we can defend Jakarim and get the support of the Kingdom in return...'

It only brings an end to this old and chaotic war, but it may also end the day and night boring confrontations. Such hope filled Van's heart.

If there is the biggest problem that has plagued Van recently, that must be true. The Revolutionary Army hid very well where it hid, and no one who looked like Anya has been found yet.

If they're still doing well, it means that the White Flame is rebuilding, so you don't have to worry about it.......

"Suck!"

Van's knife moved. It was the Guardian's sword, the Walsword. The movement of the Moon Sword was peculiar, as it was a sword made by trimming the Moon Stone. It sometimes thinned like a crescent moon, and sometimes enriched like a full moon. From daggers to longswords, the length has also been reduced to free-materials. If it were normal, you wouldn't even dare swing it properly.

But half was different. Van was able to peek at and absorb the memory of the swordsman, Sunwoo. Similarly, Sungwoo was a man who had grown up absorbing the swordsmanship of all the masters who had held the bayonet until now.

All of Sunwoo's swordsmanship is contained in this. Just by reading thousands of doctrines hidden in one simple slash, half of them had to feel like their heads were hurting and bursting.

'Upon reaching the edge of the Eighth Star, the area becomes not an area.'

The ball said so. What does that mean?

Whenever he wielded the knife, Van seemed to know the answer, and eventually repeated that he missed it without holding it in his hand.

"Mr. Wook."

Van whispered to the master of the Wall Sword. I shouted. I asked him to show me his world. I want you to let me know his realm. But the more he knew, the harder his sword became.

The eyelids are closed. Consciousness and unconsciousness overlap. It wasn't like he was wiggling a wallpaper, it was like... I felt like the wallpaper was moving him.

"Knight!"

Jakarim's servant called him. When he stops looking at him with an impatient expression, he approaches with caution.

He said that Prince Avon was here.