Sword Whisperer

'I've only got a liver. He's pointing his sword at the royal neck.'

Van was bored. This situation was funny. I am not unaware of the seriousness of this act. The prince of the kingdom is threatening with his identity, and he points a sword at the prince's neck. It was a banditry that had nothing to say, even if he was strangled immediately.

But now half of the place was in the middle of the night. It is far from reaching the laws of the kingdom, and most importantly, the owner of this place could never have been so kind to Avon.

At least it's not Avon who has real power here.

Avon stares at his articles. I couldn't help but notice the situation. Even in the Kingdom, he was his escort, who had drawn only elites from the elite. He was a level escort who would not be more militant than a squad of dizzy Royal Knights.

But the escort flew through the sky like a leaf.

Is this possible?

"..... It was a better sword than I thought. Sir."

"I'm a prosecutor, not a knife. Degradation."

It was up to the prosecutor to decide what to cut, when to cut, and all that. Van was not just a man waiting to be swung.

Avon understood Van's words. But even more so, his eyes were forced to get cold.

"That might be your strength. But not always. I can only see it now……"

Avon takes a finger from Van's blade. Abon spoke slowly, as if he was trying to push the blade.

"You can't threaten me. I would not have hesitated if you had become my brother's sword, so you were ordered to cut me off. But if it's your own knife, there's a limit to how sharp it can be. There are things that need to be cut and things that shouldn't be."

Avon's fingers cut off slowly. A drop of blood on the blade slowly fell to the ground. Nevertheless, Avon opened his eyes and began to push the blade harder, as if his fingers were going to be slashed like this.

"Am I wrong?"

"..... You are the prince."

Van admired honestly. Although not all aspects of Avon liked it, he certainly had the blood of a royal family who ruled this country for a thousand years. At an important point, he had a distribution that did not step back.

But that was not enough.

"......?"

At some point, Avon felt strange. And when I woke up, I realized that his finger was no longer pushing the knife. No, I just couldn't push it. Rather, the finger was being pushed. By something invisible, by Gigi.

"What did Belge say I chose? The prince's finger is not my bell."

".. Huh. So what are you planning to ring?"

"The neck."

Once again, half the force shoots like a needle. The fear of his whole body ripping to pieces wrapped around Avon. On the front lines, the scent of death, which is rarely familiar to those who are not in combat, flows from half.

'Shallow bluff..!'

Avon was evil at it. His escort was still rolling the ground. More than a mere expansion into the air, the shock was holding them together. No, actually, I wondered if it would help even if they stood up.

"Even if your fingers are cut off, your tongue depends. Rather, I will be filled with more anger, and I will be crushed. If the kingdom is going to kill me anyway, then I think it would be more advantageous for me to have a degenerate neck."

"Bear then. There's no reason to hesitate!"

"Because of friendship."

Van pointed to my attitude.

"I promised to protect you from threats, but I'm repaying you for that kind of friendship. To give you a chance to live."

"How do you trust me and try to save me?"

"Swear by the Spirit. At any given moment, you will never reveal my secret to anyone."

"Ha, are you trying to intimidate me with force?"

"You must admit it now. I don't know which one holds the power."

"Van......!"

"I'll count to three. Decide in it. Whether you're willing to sell your life for pride, or close your eyes for a little while and look to the far future. I believe he is capable of calculation."

Half of them spread their fingers. Seeing three fingers facing the sky, Avon desperately said to himself, There's no way Van can ring a bell. Avon was a prince, and bending him was as forced to climb over the kingdom as his identity was revealed.

"One."

He's bluffing. He just wants to avoid this somehow. There's no way I can ring. It was the moment when I thought so and looked into Van's eyes.

"Two."

Ah. And Avon sighed. Van's eyes did not contain any hesitation or concern. Only the sharpness of an examination that looked at the object to be cut, like a straight blade, was in it. I felt instinctive. This is Benda. This one can bell. He's not a knife.

"Three."

It is an examination.

§

"I heard reports of meeting with Avon."

Shortly after the confrontation with Avon, Zacharim summoned Van. Now that there were a few guards there, it was natural that Jakarim had been reported to him.

Van smiles quietly and nods.

"Yes, we talked for a while."

"Well, that must have been a pretty rough conversation..... And a knife is missing."

Zacharim pointed to Van's waist dance, where Willen's attitude disappeared. Van was briefly astonished at his meticulous observation, then shrugged.

"It wasn't a peaceful conversation, but there's nothing to worry about. Now we've solved it all."

"Is that so? Thank goodness."

Fortunately, Zacharim did not intend to make it a problem. In fact, it must have been a cavity-like existence for Abon Jakarim, so he didn't have to be angry because he was a little embarrassed.

"How do you intend to degrade Avon?"

"What do you do? Let's just leave it like this, then go back empty-handed."

"Do you really want to stay that way?"

"We have to stay put. I can't even watch my brother jump for a minute. I'm talking about burning prisoners."

"…… burning prisoners?"

"Oh, didn't you hear?"

Zakarim sighed.

"I insisted that their prisoners should be burned on the walls in order to draw out the enemies. Of course, it's not worth considering."

"…… Was there such a story?"

Van frowns. Jakarim said in an autonomous voice.

"Actually, I don't understand your brother. The farther you look to the future, the higher you get, the more people sometimes try to be something other than people. You're mistaken for superior and superior. But..... I don't know. After all, we dreamed of it as people, and I didn't want to forget it."

"That's a good thing. I also don't want to live in a country of kings who have forgotten the human mind."

"Keep that in mind."

Jakarim raises his tail. Van sometimes tried to provoke him as if he had forgotten he was a prince. But Jakarim liked Van better, knowing that it wasn't because he was actually careless. He was truly a prosecutor. Examination that you know what to cut.

How many half-assed prosecutors live with a knife in their lifetime, and they don't even know what to cut without their permission? It was not possible for them to assume his royal responsibilities, but apart from all those responsibilities and Shisibibi, Jakarim was honored by Van's freedom.

"… so, can I ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"My brother. Did you really think of Belle?"

Jakarim asked. Van looked at Jakarim. I don't like the color, but it often creeps me out. With all the norms and common sense he was wearing like a shield, he seemed to be able to cut it all down in one word.

It's like now.

"Yes, if you didn't have a choice."

"... What were you going to do if you cut it? Were you planning on trusting me? If you had trusted me like that, it would have been a pleasure, but the death of the royal family, no, the death of my brother, is not an easy matter for me to solve."

"His death, his stubbornness, his troubles made me sick. He didn't pull out the knife. His blade was already pointing at me. We were forced to fight."

"Didn't you think the weight of the knife was too light?"

"Sometimes it's too light, sometimes it's too heavy. It's only now that we can find a balance. When you don't back down, you just don't back down. I think it's a virtue to have a bachelor's exam."

Van added in a calm voice.

"The degenerate is thinking about the Kingdom, and I know it will get deeper. In that sense, I admire degradation, and at the same time I don't care. It's hard to carry a blade, but I think it's better to carry a country."

"…… turn this arrow on me."

"I don't mean to offend Prince Avon, but in the future, I think you should pay a little more attention to the depersonality. Let's increase the time spent on escorts in the future."

"... I see."

"I'll be waiting in front of the room."

Van took a step. Jakarim looked at Van's visit for a long time, and soon laughed.

'It's not easy.'

Certainly he's not a knife.

§

It was the last day that I waited for the news of Anya to come. He was so supportive that he sometimes wanted to go out to the night to find them himself, but even though the kingdom went out and found them, there was no way that those who were so hidden could be seen only by his eyes. After all, the best choice he could make was to stay by Zacharim's side.

In most of the time, he kept Zacharim by his side, and in the rest of the time, he grabbed the sword and explored the path of the Guardian.

If it's a pity, even if you hold the Guardian's sword and ask him to sleep, he is rarely able to face Sunwook. Sometimes there was a glimpse of something like a piece of his memory, but in most cases he just woke up facing the darkness without seeing anything.

'Are there any different conditions? Or.......'

I thought I should have asked the ball more, but it's too late. And now there were people who needed him right away.

"No."

His request to reveal Pendel led her to the darkest part of the night. But I didn't think she was wrong. She's alive. I'm waiting for his help. I couldn't stand it if I didn't think so.

In recent years, Fendel has rarely seen the Revolutionary Guard's investigation. No matter how clandestine they were, given that some of them had to be captured, they only stood to account for their abandonment of Pendel.

'They're trying to cross the lighthouse through this gap!'

'Do you think the crowd can cross the lighthouse at once?'

'What else can't we do if the lighthouse is divided?'

'Wouldn't you rather think differently? For example..... they were annihilated by the Night Nobles at once.'

'Don't be silly. Do you think a nobleman of that size will reveal himself in a place other than Abyss? And if it were going to go away like that, it would go away!'

The words in and out of the meeting were always so supportive. Everyone was exhausted by the wait for no progress. One day, as a dry meeting continued, an investigator approached and shouted in an urgent voice.

"Enemy troops are coming! Thousands of people are unlikely to make it! But..."

"But something's wrong! They were unarmed, and even children were mixed together."

"And at the forefront, the Nahar woman...!"

When I heard that, Van understood all the situations with an intuition that did not go through logic. And those who didn't feel dull, even though there was a time difference, eventually began to understand the situation one by one.

Anya was coming with the White Age.