Sword Whisperer

It was a story worth coming out of once. From Nahar's point of view, Van had to be a pretty good son-in-law. Given that the Guardian has been the strongest in the kingdom for generations, Van should somehow make himself a man. If it's an engagement, it can't be more convenient than that.

I never thought about marriage. No, I also thought there would come a day to make a home, but I was right that I didn't think it would be this time.

"…… Thank you for your words. But I don't know if I can answer this right now."

"Don't you like Anya?"

"That's not true. She's always grateful, and she's getting a lot of help. But…… it's a relationship that starts with the mind. I also want to be fruitful. And I also think that this issue should be discussed, not just here, but with Anya."

"You're young, Lord."

Vindelheim smiled, saying that he was young and had no ignorance of it at all. Vindelheim was rather jealous of half the people who could say so.

"It started with the heart, so it should end with the heart…… It's not hard to agree emotionally. But to be a little more realistic, marriage is a business after all. Marriage is not the fruit of the mind, it is the fruit of calculation. It's a promise of the family, a promise of the people, a promise of the people. If you really care about God, you should be happy that you can put your heart into the calculation, not lament that you can't end it with your heart."

"I understand what you're saying. However, it still does not seem to be a matter for immediate judgment."

"That must be the Lord's mind. But until that judgment is over, Sunwoo won't be able to have our vote."

"Have you told this story to Anya?"

"No, he doesn't know yet."

"Then I hope you don't continue."

Van's eyes tightened.

"If this engagement actually happens, the confession should be mine."

§

"… so you're thinking about making a confession or not?"

"I'm thinking about getting married or not."

"Hey, what a luxury."

Muñet flinches. Van looks up at the sky with a grumpy face.

"I didn't know I was going to have to worry about this."

"Aren't you glad you can do it because of the situation? After all, it's about happiness."

"…… hmm."

Is this really about happiness? I didn't know. Munet shrugs.

"One of Nahar's votes is very important to you, and all you have to do for it is marry the woman you like the most. Thank you. Shouldn't you be bowing down?"

"I would have."

"Anything I don't know?"

There is. Van will not demand an overcrowded expedition to night, as Nahar fears, but he wants a world where day and night boundaries are no longer divided, where lighthouses are no longer needed, and lighthouses are no longer needed.

No matter how lazy Nahar is, how happy he is that they and their forefathers will give up the lighthouse they have been protecting for a thousand years.

No, actually, Nahar wasn't so afraid. What was important was Anya's idea. I had to confess all this to Anya.

But she was just so full of realities. If you don't want to keep the burden of your heart alive here, is it also excessive greed?

"Stop worrying about useless things, if you want to."

Muñet's words. She said in a serious voice.

"Don't think that time will be infinite. The prosecutors are usually dead today, so there's nothing wrong with them. Tomorrow you might not see her anymore."

".... It's comforting, right?"

"Yes. Even so, you will soon be my benefactor."

"Huh, you're so creative."

Van shed a laugh. And soon I refined my face again.

"Anyway, let's talk about you here. You didn't meet him for that, did you?"

They met to consult on Shiraz's work. Maybe it's a way to go to them and tell them to release Arotep, but at least you should be prepared to say something.

"If he's still alive, that would mean he's worth it to Siraz in some way. If not, there's no reason to kill him."

Muñet said, Van is locked in his thoughts with his arms. Shiraz, as far as he was concerned, was in many ways a principalist. I had to. If so many voices were ringing in your head at the same time, and you couldn't tell which of them was really right, which was really your own, it was the only principle that could correct the direction of those voices.

"I must capture Arotep, but I will not kill him..."

"Of course, I don't know if he's still alive or dead. Maybe all this will go to waste."

"... don't say that. And even if it's a waste of time, it's a waste of time. You did everything you could to save your father."

Van said in a loud voice. He already had no parents to do his best. They were so desperate, they eventually disappeared without even leaving my ghost in the north. I'd rather be able to use a child like this, but Van was jealous in some ways.

"The reason I had to be taken captive..... seems to have taken me away. I'm a descendant of Siraz, by the way. But I don't think that's enough reason to kill, so I'm just holding on to it..."

"If that's the case, maybe your presence is the reason he's alive."

"…… am I?"

"Since I know your material..... no, if you think about it, those who can read even your memories would have found you a long time ago."

And that Syraz wasn't secretly enthusiastic about catching the children who left my feet, Van was already well aware.

Consequently, the situation was not known by speculation alone.

"…… what card do you have for Siraz?"

Van thought. And that was it. Munet hesitates. He opens his mouth.

"Wouldn't a child of Siraz be enough cards?"

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm doing this because of you. I don't intend to help you go wrong."

"How wrong would it be? After all, I don't seem to have the blessing of Siraz, so I don't think I'll ever forget who I am."

"… but."

"I don't want to be indebted."

Munet smiled bitterly.

"I already owe you enough."

The woman who lived as a thief said so. She was always the one who took something and stole it. It was a life accustomed to obtaining without cost.

And Munet hated that familiarity.

So, even at this moment when Munet asks for help, he can't stand it.

"If you don't want to clear your debt, don't let me carry your tragedy."

"…… so I didn't ask you to use me as a card."

Then that bitterness will remain in my life. It's nothing else. That's the debt. And don't worry. "

Van looked down at the sword with his waist.

"Just now, I can feel what they're thinking."

§

Shiraz's prison is ordinary.

If you look around the prison, which is neither too neat nor too visually inspiring, it seems that the cross section of Siraz has become plain because it has all the characteristics.

And Arotep was in such a prison.

During the Vampire Period, skin that was full of vitality has long lost its elasticity. His head was whitened, his eyes were full of wrinkles, and he seemed to show me that I was losing my life alone.

Arotep was speechless. Shiraz's men came to him several times and spoke to him, but he closed his eyes as if no one was facing him.

There was only one person who could hear his voice.

Sarah Syraz.

Once a lover of Arotep, a woman of dreams, and now just one of Siraz's old flesh, the woman approached Arotep's front.

"…… Sarah."

Arotep opens his mouth in a slow voice. Siraz, called Sarah, looks down at Arotep from beyond the spear with no expression. Arotep opened his mouth in a weary voice.

"Let me get these handcuffs off you. What can an old man do with his hands free?"

"Siraz knows what your past has been like. You think you're gonna let him do something?"

"I walked here on my own. Sarah, where you don't exist, what am I going to do now?"

"You keep calling this body Sarah. You idiot."

Shiraz shakes his head as if he doesn't understand.

"All you're looking at is Sarah's body. We, I, are just Syraz. There's no way you don't know about Siraz."

"Sarah."

Whatever Siraz said, Arotep answered stubbornly. For over twenty years, Sarah's face has changed a lot. She's old. She won't laugh. She didn't even cry. But she was nevertheless her. Sarah. When she was old and worn out, Arotep lifted her eyelids hard and put Sarah in her eyes, as if she couldn't change that much.

"Munet will be safe now. I've grown hard. I don't know if I've grown well, but I've grown well. You've become a beautiful woman. If you have a man of your mind, he'll make it his without fail. Just like you did to me."

"…… you don't understand."

"You're the one who doesn't understand."

Arotep smiled. It's ironic. If it touched my heart, I stole everything in the world and lost everything I ever wanted most. If I come here, I'll be disqualified as a thief.

"No matter how many thoughts there are in you, no matter how many voices, Sarah, you are still you."

"It's really a material idea. Your vision is oppressed by the visible. When I used this body, when I used the body of the old man, when I used the body of the young man, I was always the same Siraz. For us, the body is just a tool after all."

"… but then why are you crying?"

"What?"

Even Siraz was surprised at the moment. But I took my finger and my eyes were still dry. Siraz narrows his eyes.

"Now you see nothing?"

"…… I see. You're crying. You're crying. Help me, help me. I'm sorry, I'm too late. But he..... I have to protect him as much as he does."

"Whatever you do is meaningless. Sarah became Siraz, and Siraz became one of many. Even if you want to cry that Sarah is here, it's only your own wish."

"If that's true, if Sarah's gone, why am I still alive?"

".... What do you mean?"

"I stole Syraz's child. There's nothing odd about running away. But you leave me here like this, and you come to me every day, and you keep asking me a few meaningless questions."

"It's a misunderstanding."

Siraz replied.

"Because we don't understand you coming here. I can't understand your dullness hanging on to the obvious, so I just want to get the answer."

"…… has become an old man who doesn't even understand. Sarah."

"It's not Sarah."

"Then try to convince me. I know why you're not Sarah."

"…… Yes?"

Siraz looks dumb. Arotep smiled hard and asked.

"You say you are Shiraz, and I consider you to be Sarah. One of them must be lying. I don't think it's gonna be on my side."

"I can't help it..."

"Ardullah doesn't always lead the wrong answer. You know so much, you seem to have forgotten the power of what you don't now."

"…… Sarah's memory is just a part of Shiraz. Everything she left behind is here, but it's just one of so many things like the sand of a white sandstone, you can't be the subject. So it's not Sarah who's here. To be Sarah, every Siraz in the world must be Sarah. That's what spirit sharing is about. Arotep."

"Even if the White House were in front of me, what if only one grain of sand came into my eyes?"

"…… what?"

"Even when you speak, even when your tone changes, even when you look at me, even when you don't look at me, I see Sarah's face, I see Sarah's habits, I see Sarah's helper, and beyond that, there's always a look in my eye. I don't see Sarah, not Sarah. I will not see."

Even if a woman dressed in all kinds of jewels is in front of him, if she only looks at the dress, not the jewels, it is only the woman in front of him who wears the dress. That's what Arotep said. Syraz's words were dull, dominant, and foolish.

"So you're Sarah."

But an ignorant man has an eye full of certainty.

If a wise man who knows everything is rather confused,

Then which one is right?

The last theft of an old thief has begun.

Ardoon, you may be foolish.

At least I know as well as anyone how to get what I want.