Sword Whisperer

"Oh, you talk like you know me."

"…… wherever you go, not just in Citadel, but in the world, you can count on me to feel this way right now. There's nothing to say during the examination."

"Huhu, you're young. You're really young to talk like you've seen the whole world."

Maybe he wanted to say he was young. But I didn't feel the desire to lower half in that voice. Rather, he seemed to enjoy meeting Van.

"How did you find me?"

"Like I said, you were just blocking my way."

"Are you saying that I was standing in the way of an elder?"

"No matter what path Citadel stands on, how can you ignore that deep presence that you sow? It's not so strange to say that you were in front of my path, not to stop me, not to call me."

"......!"

Van took a breath for a moment. Luke said Van was spraying his presence everywhere in Citadel, but he didn't.

Since I learned not to draw a knife, Van has become accustomed to hiding my posture when I get dizzy. Even if he's right in front of his eyes, it's hard to even gauge what level of examination he is.

"Just because you're hiding in the bush doesn't mean you can hide what's on that leather."

"…… The First Sword of the Kingdom, Sword Luke. Commander of the Royal Knights. You have a lot of titles. You have a lot of stories. But none of those stories seem to have been inflated."

"You must be the one who climbs into people's mouths the most. Isn't that right, Van?"

"I think you've heard something about me. I heard you haven't been on the front lines for quite some time."

"Having folded my activities as a knight, I didn't stop living as a resident of Citadel."

"…… Then you don't have a knife. Elder."

Van heels Luke's waistline and says: I was a little surprised, to be honest. Until now, Van didn't think Luke had a knife. He couldn't have imagined that he was a barehanded prosecutor who felt like he was ahead of an army of tens of thousands.

'Stronger than a ball.'

You might not be able to say that you are strong compared to the neck, the father of the ball, the real guardian of the battlefield, but at least you were stronger than the ball. Even though the ball is strong enough to guarantee Van's victory if he fights properly, at least now he doesn't feel like he knows the end like an old man in front of his eyes.

'…… if there comes a situation where you have to fight with this person, then.'

"How long do you intend to hold the knife? Against this empty-handed old man."

"…… Oh, I'm sorry."

Van takes his hand off the glass. And it was then. Luke gazes at Van's knife and looks at the strangest eyes.

"You have a funny knife."

"…… Yes?"

Luke wasn't looking at the glass. The moment I saw his eyes that touched the Moon Sword, Van knew that the shape of the Moon Sword was not set...... I wondered if Luke had penetrated the identity of the Moon Sword.

But Luke didn't say anything else. He looked back at Van.

"Yeah, I even called someone here, so it wouldn't be a bad idea to walk with them for a while. Come here. I'll walk first."

"I've never called you..... Yes, I do."

There was nowhere to go. But as long as the situation is here, even if it's a little late, it won't make sense.

It's a unique opportunity with its swordsmanship. You can't miss it.

§

"You must have a lot of teachers."

"......."

'Did you find out?'

When Luke sometimes said that, Van continued to be drawn to the idea that he already knew about the Sunwoo family.

But if so, what should we do? He could not cause a sword here, and even if he knew, his attitude so far did not seem to make him a problem.

"I didn't have a teacher."

"… then how did you learn the knife?"

"When I was young, the kingdom was not as peaceful as it is now. It was very common for the prince's power struggle to draw blood, and even the family atmosphere was not so peaceful. There were a lot of places to pick up a knife. All those little, big wars taught me swords."

"......."

"The swordsmanship from the war, so I named it a premonition."

Hearing Luke's story, Van continued to be captivated by a consistent desire. That's why I wanted to peek at Luke's swordsmanship.

Some might say that it is truly greedy. All the swordsmanship in the world is in his wallpaper, and he can't digest it all, but he wants to endure another swordsmanship.

However, it was the first time that Van was under such pressure from a living person. Of course, Lopo's swordsmanship helped Van see the world in a whole new way, but Luke felt different from him.

"You seem to have something for me."

"... Oh, why do you think that?"

"My posture covered Citadel and told me you were looking for me, but I don't think that's why you're looking for me."

Luke looks back at him. Van looked him in the eye and thought, The old man's face is a wrinkled face. Each wrinkle on his face gives the impression that every word that comes out of his mouth will have a depth that he cannot count.

"... I've heard a lot about you from Lucas. I only dreamed of Carl from an early age."

"Yes."

"Yes, now those who are ahead of you on the path of the sword will be counted. How are you feeling? Are you happy? Or is it falling apart?"

"It's heavy."

Van replied without hesitation.

"Why not?"

"The closer I get to the end of the road, the more I think I have to deal with the existence of this road itself."

He who stands at the apex of the sword is given a lot of meaning. Van said so. At the end of the day, Luke had a strange expression. The sun was going down. The evening sunset on Luke's beard bashed every time his finger touched him.

"That's embarrassing. I think you blame me for not trying to handle anything."

"…… if you've heard that, it's a misunderstanding."

"Don't worry. There's nothing to blame, actually. Actually, I'm not doing anything."

The position of commander of the Royal Knights is virtually honorable, and all the duties of the Royal Knights are solved on the line of deputy commander of the magazine. In that sense, it wasn't an exaggeration to say that Luke was just there.

In fact, when there was chaos in the kingdom, few blamed Luke for that. But Van shakes his head.

"There's a knife that weighs more when it's not pulled. I don't know why the elder won't pull the sword, but at least I'm sure the elder holds the center of the kingdom."

"I thought you were good at swordsmanship, but you're also good at withholding."

"Can you hear how you found me now?"

Luke hesitated to answer for the first time. He clenches his lips and glances at half with his wrinkled eyes. Van didn't rush. He didn't know that waiting alone would open Luke's mouth.

"I'm sorry."

"…… Yes?"

"I'm sorry I didn't protect Sunwoo."

But I didn't know this. No, maybe he knew, but he didn't want to know. The name he said came out of his mouth. Looking at the panicked half, Luke's wrinkles deepened.

"I'm sorry."

Repeated apples. Bowed head.

The sunset, which was on his beard, was never gone.

§

"Surprised."

"What do you mean?"

"Nor did you notice my identity so easily, and..... that you were related to the Sunwoo family."

"You forgot that the Sunwoo family is one of the great gates. No, considering that when you were born, the Sunwoo family was already extinct.... I will forget."

Luke murmurs bitterly. At one time, the Sunwoo family was the greatest of the great gates. Their power to grasp both the murals was comparable to that of the royal family, and no one, whether a martyr or a gatekeeper, was reluctant to marvel at the libraries of the Karlsmori Library and head north.

"Do you know what the first sword usually means?"

"…… aren't you referring to the strongest prosecutor in the kingdom?"

"No, I didn't ask for that. I usually ask who the best sword was, do you know it?"

"That's it..."

"Guardian."

The moment Van's mind touches the answer, Luke puts his name in his mouth. The sound of an eloquent yearning echoes with moonlight.

"For generations, the place of the First Sword has always been the Guardian's. No wonder. I can put every sword in my head in the world. How can I give the strongest place to just a normal person?"

"......."

"You were my best friend. At first I met an enemy on the battlefield. Despite being able to kill me, he knocked me out and moved on. You said you don't have to bleed in vain. I didn't thank you.Rather, I hated you. I didn't like being so good with my skills without effort. Then I chased him..... and I said let's fight again."

I didn't have to listen to the story afterwards. Van felt the sword piercing through his waist. The Moon Sword kept trying to tell Van something he couldn't express.

"As Sunwoo disappeared, the title of the First Sword naturally returned to me."

"..... You can't accept him?"

"I'm not the best swordsman."

Luke replied.

"It's my share of the sword neck. I'm just half a penny after him."

"…… one thing, I want to ask you."

Van asked somewhere if it seemed petty. Luke looks at Van.

"I don't think you know I'm Sunwoo, just by feeling my breath. If so, did you know that I was Sunwoo only the moment you came to see me? Or..... did you already know him before you found me?"

"….. The secret is not only revealed in people's mouths."

"That means......."

"Don't look at the kingdom too hard. How long did you think your identity could remain hidden?"

Van Parr's lips trembled. The truth was I was assuming. I saw that there is no way that the king and the kingdom would not know what Abon could know. If you only knew why you didn't take action, it just left you feeling suspicious.

The Kingdom already knows about Sunwoo Van.

Van grabs his fist.

"Are you here to apologize to me? Or……"

"Don't worry. I will not stand in your way. The Kingdom is doing the same. You don't have to worry about anything right now. That's all I can vouch for."

"......."

"You look confused."

"You must be confused."

"Of course you do, but you don't have to. Just as I will not stand in your way, the kingdom will not stand in your way."

".... Are you protecting me?"

"Don't ask me that. I don't want to do anything trivial."

Luke shakes his head. He looks at Van's waist and opens his mouth quietly.

"Does that knife have a neck?"

"…… there is a problem."

"I have a petition for you."

Luke said quietly.

"On a good day, before my body deteriorates, I want to face my old friend with a knife for a long time."

"Yes?"

"Is that possible?"

Van grabbed the wallpaper without even knowing it. The throat swordsmanship was not yet absorbed properly. Not only that, Van hasn't even had a proper conversation with Neck yet.

It wasn't possible in the morning.

However, Van nodded.

"…… possible."

Grab the Moon Sword. No matter how hard and painful the memory takes hold of your feet, you can't stop.

Needs the power of the neck.

I have to have him.