Sword Whisperer

"…… that they will come?"

Jakarim looked at Anya with a strange expression. Anya replied with a polite voice.

"Yes, degenerate."

"Despite the nearness to death?"

"That's why I'm coming."

Anya did not necessarily hide the Revolutionary Army's intentions. It was not possible for Zacharim to respond to the war against them without hiding it. Even so, it was rather comforting for Anya.

Zacharim chewed Anya's words for a while. And soon I realized what that meant and laughed bluntly.

"They love this world more than the prince of this country."

I can love you more than I hate you. Zacharim smiled bitterly, feeling the new truth. Anya looks at Zakarim with a nervous expression.

"Can I ask you what you think of degradation?"

"What should I do? For whatever reason, they waged a war against us. Even holding the surrendered Revolutionary Army in a tough yard can't ignore their war."

"…… is that so?"

"Anya of Nahar. I will not forget this information that you have given me. If your espionage is confirmed to be true after the war, all your sins will be washed away."

"Spy...? I didn't give you a spy, I just..."

"Let's do it as a spy."

Zakarim smiled quietly.

"I like spying."

"…… Thank you."

Anya later realized that Jakarim had been kind to her. And she was forced to get that favor.

"It's a little embarrassing, isn't it? You too, me too."

I couldn't have dared to nod at the words of the prince.

Nevertheless, you may have nodded.

It may have been.

§

The word of the Revolutionary Army's final offensive begins to float around Pendel. The atmosphere was cluttered. Whether all the wars were going on or not, this war was enough to make the soldiers nervous. Even if it was a war that was certain to win, it was no different.

"Knight... can I live?"

Young soldiers, whose beards had just begun to grow on their faces, had often asked such questions. As Van is considered to be his own absolute strength in Pendel, I did not understand what such a heart would have wanted to rely on him.

But that was a question I couldn't answer half the time. The answer to living unconditionally was rather sexless optimism, and Van wanted to come seriously before their horrors.

So at that point, Van grabbed their shoulders and replied:

"Let's live."

That was all he could say. That was still irresponsible, but at least as sincere. So, when Van's request was heard, the soldiers nodded their heads brightly as if they had been saved somewhere.

What the hell did they see in him, so they could make that look? Van asked himself a few times, but he didn't get as many answers as he did.

The last battle with the Revolutionaries was in front of my nose. The Kingdom spared no support. Through the Dmappo Movement, numerous additional troops arrived in Pendel in an instant.

And there were also few of them who had a half and a face.

"Oh, it's been a long time. Van."

Wu Ling smiled. With his arms around him, there was a woman who couldn't stand the laughter that leaked out of her snack food. Van shook his hand without hesitation.

"Long time no see, Mr. Woo-rung."

"You've changed a lot. Unknowingly."

Wu Ling smiled. At first sight, it seemed to be shorter than before, but beyond Van's calmness, it seemed like it contained an abyss that could not be counted.

Wu Liung looked at the growth of that class and felt that his mind was not simply surprised, but rather used. He knew that growth was not just an effort. To get something like that, he had to put down how much. How much did I have to go through?

Van smiled lightly.

"I've had a bit of a rush."

The young woman smiled sharply and said she was sleepy.

"You must have been busy. You pretended to be so noble, and you were finally meeting Anya?"

"…… how did you hear that story?"

"It's a way to hear about my friends and lovers. How are you? How are you? I haven't seen him yet."

"Somewhat."

"This isn't the place to be so happy. Tonight..... I still don't like coming here for a long time. Ugh."

The spirit trembled and said, Van shrugged and said,

"I didn't expect to come all this way. It wasn't that bad."

"That's how rooted I'll be this time. The kingdom is pretty serious, too. Try your best. Depending on what you look like this time, your future will be quite different."

"I will."

Van nods as he smiles. If we cut more, we'll see a better future. Sometimes the simplicity of life was even enviable.

But the Empress was not wrong. Certainly the kingdom had quite a lot of expectations for this expedition. Another unit of the Royal Knights has arrived.

It was Lucas's unit.

"Hey, you're a big fan. Degrade.You 've had a lot of good things lately, haven't you?"

"... You're still there, Lord."

Lucas' four-year-old greeting shook his head as if Zacharim would not be beaten. Lucas smiled and healed the half behind Jakarim's back.

"I'm sorry, I've seen a more pleasant face than I thought, and in many ways, I feel better. First of all, it's a good thing the fight against the rebels is over. Few of my men were wounded and killed because of them."

"Then rejoice. Now that their ends are not so far away. Soon you'll be able to pay all your grudges."

While the two were having such a conversation, Van looked at Lucas without saying a word and the articles behind him. Some of those articles had familiar, or quite familiar, faces. It was Side. It was noticeable whether the air of the night was dull or something bad, and whether he was looking dead.

'Side by side.'

When I think about it, I never imagined that he was looking so happy anywhere. Side will be good at whatever it takes. You don't have to worry about it.

…… I thought so, but after a while they stood right beside me, guarding the door of Zacharim.

"......."

"Do you have anything to say?"

"Well."

"Not nothing."

Van tried to talk for nothing and looked down at the ground without being able to save his life. They used to be like this. The distances that seemed to narrow were not always narrowed, and as much as that, they had always been one step away, perhaps two steps apart, and only repeated themselves to see each other.

"You look depressed."

Van once again spoke. Side wanted to ignore Van again, but soon replied in a self-help voice.

"I'm not a war-happy psychopath."

"This war will be over soon."

"Yes. Digging through dead bodies already."

Side was more skeptical of this war than Van thought. Whether he was originally thinking this, or while he was thinking that, Side opened his mouth.

"This attack by the Revolutionary Army is actually a suicide. You know that, too."

"I know."

"So, are you proud to cut those bodies? I... I don't like it."

Of course, it wasn't just because you had to cut the body, it was also because you had to lift a knife against the Revolutionaries.

'Side. One day your sword will come at us.'

Shade closes his eyes and recalls what his old teacher said to him.

'If the time comes, don't hesitate.'

Don't hesitate.

It was suffocating, but Side couldn't complain about it to anyone. It was then. Van muttered in a loud voice.

"This war must be over quickly."

"…… I agree."

The reason may be different from him, but at least it was Side who wanted this war to end as soon as possible.

Van looks down at Side's knife without saying a word, and soon looks back at his knives. What does he hang here for with so many swords? After a scandal to become an ideal prosecutor, how can he now be seen in the eyes of the world?

It was the day that such concerns persisted.

I'd rather that day didn't end, that the end of the troubles didn't come.

But everything came to an end, and the time had to retreat before the storm.

"..... Are you here."

Above the wall. Van mutters like groaning. The hands of the soldiers who twisted the barracks began to tremble with their hearts. Who has grudges, who has horrors, who has hedonism.

The Revolutionaries are here.

The last Revolutionary Party was formed.

"Incredible."

Lucas put out his tongue. There were not many people left in the Revolutionary Army. Maybe we should get a little more cloth. By comparison, the kingdom's armies reached tens of thousands.

It's a fight that no one can see. Nevertheless, they were not weary of death or fear. The soldiers of the kingdom would rather tremble, but the Revolutionaries were not afraid of anyone's death. The sanctity of martyrs who seek more than life was upon them.

From the side of the Revolutionary Army, the wind has flown through the darkness. The light of White Flame, which reveals the truth of the Kingdom, was so violent and dense that it was dark. The lighthouse keepers added white salt with a stiff face, but the darkness did not easily retreat.

And it was then.

Light, drive out the darkness.

Jakarim's voice echoes in a puffy voice. And wherever the voice touched, the light began to devour the darkness and devour it.

Ughhhhhhhhhh!

Don't stick around, you filthy traitor!

You're a traitor to mankind!

Soldiers who saw him shouted aloud, each with a blood band around his neck. Above the barbaric sight, as if the beast were roaring in front of the prey, the voice of Zacharim was added.

You have always acted like justice is on your side under the guise of revolution. But what is the reality? You have always summoned only sacrifice and sorrow. Today, that tiresome treadmill will stop.

The Revolutionary Army did nothing. But I only maintained a position that seemed to tear the whole world apart. Van grabbed the glass as he looked at them like that. Glass said in a quiet voice.

"Van."

"Senior"

"Are you gonna be okay?"

I know what glass asks. But that's why Van grabbed her harder. And he replied.

"It's okay."

If it's a war that needs to happen. If someone doesn't pick up the knife, it's not over. Then Van was ready to be the one with the sword.

It was a war without question. Those who awaited death, or waited only for death, were trying to make others die for it.

Van didn't want to see the soldiers die because of such an invisible cause.

"I don't intend to give them a chance to put blood in their hands."

The Revolutionaries don't really want to bury blood in their hands anymore.

What they needed most now was better than anyone else. And Van was qualified enough to be a wreck.

"It's going to ring. Revolutionary Army."

Step on the road, not a bit heavy.

It's time to protect the world.