Sword Whisperer

'Are you here...'

Van wasn't surprised. It was reported a long time ago that Avon was coming. It was Channa who thought it was time to be sad.

One way or another, you want to be insulted.

Jakarim's cynical voice seemed to hover in his ears.

The purpose of Avon was to be one of the two. Either you put a fishing pole on this cliff, or you put a spoon on all your food to cover your merit.

Van glances down at his waistline sword. Willen's Sword. Avon entrusted this to him and asked if he could receive his favor.

Are you betraying me? '

Not necessarily. Van was still willing to protect Avon from the dizzying threat. But I didn't intend to be his knife. In that sense, Van was giving equal favour to Avon and to Zacharim.

"The Lord is afraid that he will run into His Highness."

But at least Zacharim seemed to think he was his man. Enough to worry about meeting Avon.

Half nodded roughly, not knowing whether to rejoice or tremble. I wondered what kind of conversation Avon and Zacharim would have. I don't think it's a very peaceful conversation.

Van's troubles were not long. The two problems were not to be solved by pondering, but at least the wall in front of him could be crossed by swinging a knife.

We don't have time. Let's hurry.

§

Van's expectations were not wrong. As soon as he faced Zacharim, Avon smiled kindly. It was an unknown smile.

"Congratulations, brother. Now that you've received Fendel quickly, it's only a matter of time before we catch the Revolutionaries."

"Thank you. If that's true."

"How can you put a lie in your mouth? I'm really celebrating. You knew that you were my idol from an early age, didn't you?"

"I also know that I'm trying to prove my growth by destroying that idol."

"That's a sad thing to say."

I looked at Zacharim as if it were a pity for Avon. Zakarim sighed.

"D'Noa, the child will also leave this kingdom. How foolish it is that there is no brotherly friendship between us, that we should lead the nation. No wonder you're annihilating."

"I'm sorry, I don't have enough brothers."

"Stop talking nonsense. I don't have time to pick up that kind of ritual. What did you come all this way for?"

"You kill those monsters and their collaborators at night, but I didn't think you could stand still. You have to help me with anything."

"What a wonderful idea. It would have been more unusual if I had done it before I caught Seung Ki."

"Wouldn't that be better than not coming in late?"

"…… As you may know, the Revolutionary Army is now practically a mouse trapped in a poison. The realm of the night is vast, but in the end, they are destined to be invincible unless they rely on White Flame. If you consistently reveal the White Flame, you end up leaving traces of it. It's really a matter of time before they get caught."

"I'm here to reduce that time."

Zacharim looked at Avon without saying a word. I wasn't trying to be specific, but Avon nevertheless felt the back of his back tingle. Zacharim has a strong spirit that is hard to compare with Avon. The enormous powers granted to a prince were not just limited to that position.

'That's amazing.'

Avon twists his tail. The eyes of the beast were twinkled as if bitten by ambition. If the culprit looks at him, he faces an eye that will become scary, but Zakarim does not have a single eyebrow.

"…… how can you reduce your time?"

"If you give me some of the rebels you've captured, I'll show you in person."

"There can't be anything out of my control in Pendel. Even if it's a prince, it's no exception. Before you act, report to me. Permission is the next story."

"You're as theoretical as ever. Brother."

"What do you intend to do?"

Jakarim asked in a cold voice, as if he would not allow any more jokes. Avon replied with a smile.

"I intend to burn it."

"…… what?"

"Every wall in Pendel will be hung by rebel corpses and burned. That fire will unleash the wrath of the revolutionaries. Anger will paralyse their reason. Whether it's justice or revenge, it's not comforting to me that the moment they come running here, they end up grabbing this poor rat."

It was a terrible plan. Zacharim stared at Avon for a long time. Then he opened his mouth in a low voice.

"When I was a kid, I used to go hunting with you. How long have you been waiting for a deer to jump out of the woods? And that led to the death of an innocent lookout who lived in a hut in the woods. Do you intend to light another fire to beat me?"

"This is not a forest. Only those who have sinned will burn. What's the problem?"

"The dignity of the royal family is also a burning issue."

"Dignity……. I don't have the guts to get my hands dirty, so is it dignified to wait for more soldiers to die and have a great victory? In my view, that seems rather extravagant."

"You've been good at flirting with horses ever since. That way, I thought justice was on your side. But that's the virtue of incitement and fraud, not the virtue of being a member of the royal family. I do not intend to pursue this kingdom after Siliman and lose my human image. Human life is important, but that doesn't make the kingdom lose Dory."

"But, brother..."

"This is the end of the conversation. I won't give you a chance to discuss it, nor will I consider your opinion. So the opinion of burning prisoners ends here. As soon as the same words come out of your mouth again, you will be sent back to Citadel. Do you understand?"

In the words of Zacharim, a number of emotions rose above Avon's face. All sorts of thoughts and minds that could be allowed to one person, such as rebuke, crying, ambition, sullen, and gladness, seemed to run out of their mouths, and eventually, they fell apart.

Avon was smiling quietly.

"Yes, brother. I understand."

§

The advent of Avon gave Fendel a new sense of tension in many ways. The most superficial cause of this war was to uproot and eliminate the revolution, but no one knew that the real goal was to secure the succession of Jakarim. Avon appeared in such a situation.

"The poop line is burning."

Pendel's playground, probably used for prisoners' walks in the past. Shiraz smiled with a smile as she looked. Van smiles and nods.

"If this is so in Siraz's eyes, maybe it's true."

"Our Shiraz have seen countless princes who have been king and who have not been king for the past thousand years. And I saw a prince who had the guts to lose his throne and become a fool."

Van accidentally met with Siraz and was sharing a damsel. In fact, it wasn't that comfortable. Van was afraid that when facing Siraz, everything in him might be read by Siraz just for a very short time.

Shiraz knew Van's secret, but he didn't even have to scramble his brain to ruin Van's mind. He could dig in half at any time with just half the look, voice, tone, or word selection.

Perhaps even Van doesn't want to see me in Shiraz's eyes right now. In that sense, it was not because Syraz could take control of the human brain, but because he could become an individual as a crowd, he could also see that he could take control of the true human mind.

"Who are you supporting, Siraz?"

"Jakarim."

Siraz replied without hesitation. The moment Van was surprised by the answer, Shiraz laughed and said.

"And it's Avon. And Dnoagia."

"…… Shiraz has forgotten that he cannot have one opinion."

Zakarim sighs and shakes his head. At that, Siraz nods for a moment.

"Can't you have one comment? That's a misunderstanding."

"…… is it possible? Hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of people have the same opinion?"

"At least we can't disagree on the truth."

Siraz lifts his finger and points to the sky. Even with a torch burning with white flames, you see a sky full of darkness that cannot be illuminated.

"Humanity must overcome the night."

Why did it sound like we had to overcome the night? Van looked at Shiraz as if he had heard anything. Of course, I quickly turned my head, realizing that I could say so many things to Siraz without a sound.

"Can't you live like this? Looking for the right day, lighting the right lighthouse, fighting the right night. So moderately."

"I could live a decent life. However, if the shark doesn't swim, it will eventually sink under the water. The kingdom needs to swim. To avoid sinking into the deep sea."

"Then why the hell is the kingdom..."

"Radius!"

It was the moment Van tried to ask in frustration. An unfamiliar voice called out to him. A gentle smiling man led the knights and approached them. He looked at Hilgum Siraz, and soon his smile became darker.

"You were here, Siraz."

"I was talking to Van. The prince."

"I'm sorry, it looks like I'm in the way. But it's been too long since I met Lord Van..."

"It's okay. I wasn't talking about great things. Then the radius."

"Oh, yes. I'll see you again."

Shiraz shrugs and leaves. Van glances at Shiraz's back for a moment and turns his gaze to Avon. Avon looked at him with an unknown expression, as at any time, but he was certainly less uncomfortable than Siraz. Van opened his mouth.

"Good to see you again. Degradation."

"It's been a long time. It's been over a year since I've seen Sir..... so you're keeping my gift."

Avon smiles with satisfaction as he sees Van's attitude. Van looked at Avon without saying a word. I didn't really have anything to say to him. It's true that Avon said that he would expect friendship from him by leaving his attitude behind, and Van said that he would give him back as much friendship as a knife.

"Foolish."

In fact, I have been able to save my life a few times thanks to the teachings of this attitude, but now that I have touched it, I regret the choice.

"Actually, I wanted to look for Sir as soon as I came to Pendel, but I was busy..... yes. How are you, Lord? It's not a question of asking questions at night."

Is your mind in a hurry? His words were quick. Looking at Avon, who pretends to be a good man, Van nods.

"I'm fine. How was your degradation?"

"Well..... I guess I know better than anyone that it isn't. It's a tough situation in many ways. A very desperate moment of friendship between people."

Half of them were not blunt enough to guess what that meant. Looking at Van's face, Avon opens his mouth.

"But I heard a bit of suspicion. You are in charge of your brother's escort.... I don't think there is a place for someone who has friendship with me. What do you think?"

Van didn't answer for a moment. And after a brief thought, he quietly pulled Willen's attitude out of his waist dance with a knife knife. And I put it in front of Avon. Avon's expression hardened.

"What does this mean?"

"Don't get me wrong. I will still not forget the favour you gave me. If degradation becomes a dangerous situation, as a friend, I will help it. But if you want more than that, I have no choice but to return this knife."

"Do you want me to be too much for you?"

"…… I don't want to overexpress it, but it seems certain that I can't give it to you."

"What a hesitant attitude. But in front of the prince of my own country, I don't see any hesitation or tension at all."

Avon laughs. And soon I made my face cold.

"But I can't take this. This is not a price."

"…… Yes?"

"Even if you give me back the knife, isn't it already in it?"

This time it was Van's turn to harden his face. Avon raises his tail.

"Isn't that right, Sunwoo Van?"

"…… Since when did you know?"

"If you'd been my man, it would have been a secret to carry you to the grave. No, maybe I can get rid of your family's five. But if you have to stand on the other side of me, then I have to get sleepy, too."

Avon raises his finger.

"A word."

"......."

"Just a word. You are the guardian of Sunwoo. That means you'll be locked up in the darkest, wettest prison in the kingdom. Maybe he'll run away. Don't think he'll protect you. You're just a prince, not a king yet. And the Sunwoo family..... was the biggest incident in the kingdom recently."

"Do you think you can earn my loyalty in this way?"

"At least you can get obedience. It's a lane, but at least not the worst."

Avon took a leisurely stroll around the centre of Van.

"Power is like this. Van. Do you now understand the powerlessness of your blade? The royal family must be better able to harness the power of horses than anyone else. But don't be afraid. If you're going to be my man, I mean, I'm only going to fall for you to sit higher."

"…… the powerlessness of the blade."

Van mutters. Avon nods with a smile.

"You must be feeling more desperate than ever. Isn't that right? So Carl needs a Bondi master. I can be a better owner than Brother Jakarim. So, Van..."

"I have one thing to fix."

Van glanced at the stadium and said, Except for a few of Jakarim's guards, Avon and his knights were all there. Van slowly turns his head towards Avon.

"What I'm feeling right now is not the powerlessness of a knife, but the power of a knife."

"What do you mean...?"

"This is what it means."

Van took his hand to the glass. It looked like he was taking it. An awkward Avon's escort raised his voice and tried to draw a sword, but it was too late. They were already 'spilled' into the air by a huge storm.

And Van's blade touched Avon's neck one day. As he tried to open his mouth, Van attached the blade closer to his neck.

"Just a word. I can't take that out."

"Van......."

"Power is like this."

In fact, the sword is always in the hands of the prosecutor.