Sword Whisperer

The expression world may be a little vague. Whose world is falling? A half world or everyone's world.

Lucas was the only one here who could answer that question. It wasn't everyone's world. But that didn't mean anyone was in the world. He saw an old man growing an apple tree, and a young man who was only training to cut down.

Numerous inspectors were staring at Lucas in an endless line. When the rope slowly began to encircle Lucas, all he could do was stretch his hand with a knife.

Lost.

But it was not the shock of defeat that captured Lucas' thoughts. Rather, this landscape with half a blade was so unrealistic.

'.... You're a coward. Van.'

Isn't the real apple tree here?

Countless inspectors' swords become branches and occupy the world. It's not an understandable landscape. For Van's unrealistic swordsmanship, that wasn't a guess either.

'But even so..... I never thought it would be beautiful.'

Sword of Sunwoo.

No, Van's black lucas contained an ideal that he never even drew in his dreams.

Half the area did not last long. But it didn't last long. Just a brief encounter with Van's realm, Lucas' two eyes were already bursting with a vein of blood.

"…… what is it? Why all of a sudden?"

The knights roar. I wonder if Van is doing anything unusual in their eyes, and it seems that Lucas lost his foresight in a moment.

"The area was touched."

The answer was the noble deputy commander, Wheel. He doesn't hide his anger and stares at Van and Lucas. I couldn't see for myself, but I could guess to what extent there was some kind of connection between the two.

"... and it must have been convincing. If we fight like this, we'll lose."

The description of the wheel was not very kind, but it still contained everything that was important. Lucas admitted defeat. That's Lucas. Everyone gathers their mouths, and one day they must be the next commander of the Royal Knights. That's what the genius prosecutor said.

"Angel Sword……"

"Calling the sun doesn't mean misfortune."

"Even so, Deputy Commander Lucas..."

A sigh that did not hide the shock flowed from everywhere. It was Lucas who symbolized unreasonable talent itself. But Lucas, more than that, lost in a more irrational way to a younger junior.

"That's terrible, Van. Haven't you ever shown him to me while holding such a realm?"

"What did you see?"

"…… what?"

On Van's question, Lucas twitched his eyebrows. I didn't just ask Lucas for his thoughts. Lucas groaned and asked.

"Are you really unconscious?"

"…… Maybe it was a sword that could have been seen because I was unconscious."

"Huh, really..."

Lucas raises his body with a fuzzy smile. As the Knights were almost gathered, I felt like I was watching them. He shrugs.

"I don't think it's a good place to talk."

He smiled.

"Don't move."

§

"I never imagined that kid would be this big."

"Neither did I."

"…… yes. How do you feel? How do you feel about winning a great and respectable senior who couldn't even step on a shadow in a dream?"

"What a tremble."

"Fresh."

Lucas lifts a lamb rib. Properly ripened fascia was ripened and juice was shed on the rib rod. He was already very drunk and had a red face, but Lucas nevertheless did not hesitate to pick up beer.

"I should have brought you to the Royal Knights then."

"Rather, I might not have shown you the same swordsmanship today."

"That's not possible. Well done on not bringing him in."

"…… are you not angry with me?"

"That's a good question."

Lucas smiled. But enough to ask such a question, Lucas was not the kind of man who cared about my defeat. Lucas looked at the knife with his meal knife lifted.

"But well..... this is what I have to say. I like knives. Van. You better fight. But I don't just like winning."

"…… is that possible? You have to be competitive as long as you're human."

"Well, let's take porcelain as an example. Do you think pottery is better than neighboring pottery when it's baked? Or do we just want to bake good porcelain?"

"…… mostly the latter, right?"

"The prosecutor doesn't always live with a knife against my colleagues. Of course, it may be an environment that is more competitive than porcelain. But in the end, I didn't want to be better than them, I grabbed the knife because I liked it. That's it."

It was a simple answer. But Van liked Lucas's simplicity. Because he didn't even know that simplicity was actually something he could get at the end of a lot of trouble.

"But it's still a shame. It would have been nice to be in the Royal Knights with you..."

Lucas took it out again. Van's eyes narrowed.

"Seeing you say it over and over again, I think you have something to say..... What is it?"

"......."

Lucas stopped talking for the first time. He looked at Van for a long time, smiling vigorously.

"The Black of Sunwoo was more beautiful than I imagined."

This time it was Van's turn to keep the silence. Van looked at Lucas quietly for a while and opened his mouth.

"How long have you known?"

"My guess is from a very old time. It's relatively recent to be convinced. And I'm not the only one. I have my own speculation about your identity."

"…… I guess so."

"Why did you put your body in the kingdom? No, why did you come to Citadel in the first place? There are so many things that will kill you here."

"I didn't know."

"..... that you are a Sunwoo clan?"

"Yes."

"That explains it. But..... I twisted it badly."

"What's going on?"

"I told you, there are too many things to make you die. Nobles who leave for political reasons and fear Sunwoo's own blood are not the only two."

"…… the prince is behind me."

"Is the Great King also behind you?"

Van couldn't answer. Lucas nods as if he thought he would.

"The prince is meant to be king. As long as you keep your eyes open like a cypher, even if there are a hundred princes behind you, it doesn't mean much."

"…… do you mean to buy your favour?"

"You sound like you don't know what it means."

Lucas laughs.

"How else can I buy what I've already bought?"

Lucas was right. You can't buy what you already bought. On a nonworking basis, the one who received the king's greatest favour was not Jakarim, but Van. King's favour has already been given to Van. The important thing is how to use that favour.

"The Sunwoo family was not annihilated by the North. Rather, he was accused of being ahead of the Revolutionary Army, which he had never seen before.

But as long as you stand at the forefront and give the Revolutionary Army an end..... perhaps now is the only chance for the Sunwoo family to see the light again. "

"…… How do you look at these things? You didn't have to."

"I would have told you before."

Lucas smiles with a drunken face.

"Nice to meet you back home. I'll take good care of it."

"…… Lucas."

"There's nothing to be touched about. All I'm saying to you right now is who I should have been. Well, all you have to do is talk. After all, it's up to you to put that into reality."

Lucas ripped open his flesh and said,

"Save the family. Van."

§

Perhaps Bill Van's wishes were set from the beginning. For the sake of his dreams, his identity should no longer be his shackle. He needed a force, and the Sunwoo family would have a clearer background than any of them.

Van heads for the royal palace. In the civil war, the king's escorts, the householders, or their representatives were staring at him in a dense crowd.

'…… where is the Australian border?'

Although the Australians usually do, his tactics were so clandestine that it was hard to read. I'm sure it's somewhere in the civil war, but it's hard to pinpoint the exact location.

That, of course, was not to say that half was down by comparison. The moment he reveals his weapon and tries to attack Van, Van is confident of spilling out and defeating his opponent before his blade reaches out.

'One, even if the king's attitude is hostile.... I can take out one body.'

That's what I thought. Of course, it was not yet known how strong the Spirit would bring him to prison, but there was no way back anyway.

Move your steps. Countless eyes are only watching his steps. The king's eyes were the same. The pressure of something in his eyes was constantly trying to reverse half the steps. Those who had a good feeling knew. History is moving at half a mile. Some welcomed the flow of that history, others were reluctant.

"The next agenda is a paper on Van in Sionel. Your Majesty."

The king looked at Van without saying a word. Van slowly lowered his back, and faced the king with his eyes. It was against the law, but at least for this moment, Van wanted to face the king straight.

"You've taken a step back more than you thought. Yes. Did you decide what to ask me?"

"…… before I give you a plea, may I tell you another short story?"

"So be it."

"There's one thing I've learned around the night. The things that we thought were immutable truths, in fact, were so frivolous that it would change in a blink of an eye, and what we believed would not be possible was that just turning that gaze would be so easy.

The king did not answer. Van slowly spoke.

"So I had one weak and desperate wish. I wanted to question the truth that this kingdom has believed for a very long time."

"What is the truth?"

"…… Van in Sionel is not my true identity."

Some questioned, others sighed. Seeing that the latter heard more than I thought, those who had made a false assumption about Van's identity were not so few.

The player took it by half.

"Guardian of the Sunwoo family, Sunwoo Van."

The king was not surprised. In front of his tranquil eyes, Van did not retreat and raised his voice.

"Your Majesty, I ask you to look again at the honour of the Sunwoo family who fell to the ground."