Sword Whisperer

"…… Calm down. Munet. I'm listening."

Van's expression got worse. If it had been the old Arotep, it would have been a funny joke to hear that he had been kidnapped, but now that the power of the vampire is gone, he's just a bad old man.

"I know you have no intention of helping me, I know, but..... there's only one person I can ask for right now....."

"You're upsetting me again. Why can't we help each other when we're still alive?"

"…… Thank you."

"I don't think I'm feeling well. I'll tell you to get your bath ready."

"All right, all right. I'll just be a minute……"

"It smells good. Bugger."

When I saw an uncomfortable mutt, Van made an ugly look.

"I'm a civilization in Citadel, even if I look like this. It's been a long time since I've gotten used to the smell of wine rather than the smell of sweat. Wash it properly. We'll keep the food elegantly prepared."

"…… It's hard to be cocky."

Van's fluent voice finally smiled. Of course, I didn't even know that Van didn't actually bring it up for that reason.

After all, Muñet left to take a bath, pretending he couldn't win, and Van buried himself in a chair.

'If you come to see me, the situation seems pretty serious.'

There is no willingness to help. It wasn't too much for Munet to say that. They had a pretty tough case together, but in the meantime, there were definitely too many of them to say they had a friendship.

Anyway, even if it was to ask for help, it felt good to see a face I hadn't expected in a long time. I remember the old days, and it was nice to meet you.

'This is why I hate you.'

It's been a long time since I've tried to kill you. When I was worried that the food on the table wouldn't cool down, Munette showed up. Wet hair on a wet towel around the neck, shabby clothes borrowed from the paycheck there. In many ways, it was inappropriate to eat together, but half did not mind.

"Don't eat. You must be hungry."

"I won't do the specs."

He peeled off his body, and Munette felt better. She takes her hand constantly on the table. It didn't take long for a roasted turkey to disappear with sausage and chopped lamb in its belly. Looking at the munet sucking the juice on his fingers, Van leans into the chair.

"Surprised. I never thought I'd show up like this."

"I was surprised, too. I didn't think I'd find you for this."

"Arotep has been kidnapped……. And that story was amazing. Even if the power of the Vampire disappeared, if he was abducted, he wouldn't be seen as a person to be abducted."

"It's a long story."

"The rest of the night is long."

"Do you know why I flattered Eroc?"

"Well, because you're older?"

Van is his own joke and throws it and laughs alone. Soon, however, he was forced to scratch his head with a shriveled expression, looking at the munet that was still refined.

"Sorry. Go ahead."

"… because he seemed to know all the answers."

"I didn't see that in my eyes."

"That's what it looked like to me. His background, which was to be isolated from the world, seemed to be a wise man who wanted to be silent about the whole world. It was fascinating. That guy."

"Except ten times older than you."

"If you want to be sarcastic, do so. Admit it. I didn't love you, I took refuge. It was pathetic and stupid."

"No, hey, if you tell me that much..."

Van panicked and couldn't feel relieved. Do you feel more sorry if you admit your guilt in this way? Thinking I knew something good, Munet shrugs.

"I wanted to run away from my father. From the filthy life of a thief, from a gullet called the daughter of a vampire. By the way, what I learned at the end was that all of his things were for me."

"I can't sort it out a little bit..... what do you want to say?"

"I always resented him. It was a thief's life to steal me from my mother. But he had a much cooler excuse than I thought."

"... What was your excuse?"

"It's a story I heard a little while after the incident."

Muñet hesitated to speak. And that was the most shocking thing Van has ever heard.

"My mother is Shiraz."

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I look at Munet. Even in a subtle candle, his smooth skin looks like a copper. Thinking about it, half of them have already seen similar skin. Shiraz Kane. Shiraz family fugitive.

'Siraz Munet.'

Shiraz should abandon my name and become just Shiraz when he reaches the age of majority.

I already knew that the Shiraz fleeing in front of that harsh destiny were not one or two. But I certainly never thought that one of those sirens would be Munet's mother. That kind of neoclassicism is always considered a distant, distant thing to do.

"Tell me it was after I got pregnant."

Munet said bitterly.

"Syraz's pursuit team found her, and eventually took her. At that time, in order to recover from the injuries suffered in the fight with Siraz, and to gain the power to recover her, he..... became a vampire."

"... It's a bitter story."

"Of course, I was the only one he got back. She couldn't have gotten it back. She was already a Shiraz. And that's how he had to live as a grumpy father to his daughter."

"Didn't you have a little memory of your mother?"

"Very young enemies, very few. But..... I don't think there was such a strange impression left."

"But now that Arotep has been kidnapped..."

"To be precise, it would be better to say that you were abducted than to say that you took care of yourself. He took a step to Syraz himself to get his wife back……"

Muñet blurred his words. But Van could already understand the whole situation. Munet stares at Van. No, I'm sure she was staring at herself in the eye of Van. Like I couldn't stand to break up, she said.

"He said, As a thief, I made you stand on your own. So now I have to do my homework. Ha, that's not funny. Did this make you stand? On the subject that has been involved in this complex relationship since birth……"

"Are you being chased by Shiraz?"

Muñet bites his lips and nods. Van sighs. It was troublesome. Of course, Siraz didn't just make it a problem when he left Kane, but he did notice the welcome, but that didn't mean they didn't do anything about the fugitives.

It was then. Van looked at Munet as if doubtful.

"But you're not psychic, are you? Do they have a reason to track you?"

"..... because I broke into Syraz's main house and ran away."

"You wanted it to run away again. It's amazing."

Van clapped without a soul. And sighed.

"And now everyone in Syraz knows your face. What the hell are you planning to do? Did you think if you went in so recklessly, anything would work out?"

"Arotep is an asshole!"

Muñet shook and shouted.

"Ever since I was a kid, I've grown up watching a living person suck blood and die. Others might have tried to tell me how dangerous and dirty the world could be, but I just...... I just wanted to live a little more plainly, a little more honestly. By the way, you're gonna stick me in a gutter like this, and you're gonna die a father who just did everything he could for everyone and didn't understand? That's unacceptable."

Muñet looked at Van. A young girl trapped in an adult's body looked like she was about to cry.

"He needs to live longer. You have to live, you have to be more insulted."

"... I think I know what you're talking about."

After all, I wanted to save him. I didn't want to let him die. I want to see my father. What she said was so simple in the end.

'Sirazra.......'

To be honest, he was an opponent who couldn't easily touch him as a half. Siraz was the family that remained in the most unknown of the nine great gates. It was a person who didn't know as much as he did in his head, even though he could figure out what it looked like. And Shiraz was the most complex and massive head of the family in the world.

Given that Shiraz had the power to set the course for the round table meeting, they were the subject of half a dozen more meetings. The last hope of the Sunwoo family was to be trampled on as it was, if the actions of the dowry or the class led to their opposition.

"... What do you want from me?"

"I honestly don't know."

"…… what?"

"There's no answer. You can't have the answer. Maybe I just wanted to lean on it."

Munet raised his body. A powerless smile fell on her mouth.

"Even if you don't help me, I understand. Because I don't know how irresponsible it is to ask you to do something in a situation where you don't know what to do. There was no one to go. You know, the only people I know are thieves and scammers."

"…… Munet."

"It must be hard for you to face Syraz. I'm sorry for asking so much. I had a good meal. No matter when, this must be……"

Muñet, who was about to move his foot, stopped talking. Van was holding her wrist.

"Deadly, Munet."

"...... Huh?"

"You know I can't say no to that."

It may have been a short time to build friendships, but it was deep enough to know each other. Van stared straight at Munet and said,

"As you said, it's too much for me to stand up to Syraz. Physically and politically, but what we need to do now is not fight Syraz, but save Arotep."

"…… you can do it without confronting them?"

"The fight is the barbarian's. If you're a civilized person, you should know how to talk."

The prosecutor who specialized in fighting laughed, saying so.

"And I've decided to remember, Siraz is not a person who can't talk, even if he is annoying to talk."

"…… Van."

"Let's get it. Your father, for starters, has a face to face with me. I can't let you die like this."

That was the moment Van said so. Muñet makes a choking look, and soon he hugs Van as he is. Van panicked for a while, but soon sighed and slowly tossed her back.

And it was that moment. A knock sounds in front of Van's visit, and the door is open. Before it touched his eyes, Van realized that he was used to feeling at the door, and when his complexion changed, he tried to push the mutette, but it was too late.

"Van! I'm coming in, good news..."

Anya's face hardens like ice, with a smile on her mouth. As a damp woman climbed over half her head, she held him in her arms. Anya said in a voiceless voice.

"…… I have better news. I'll go?"

"No, it's not like that!"

Anya looked like a cry was about to explode.