Sword Whisperer

Historian. Politician. Gate. Bard. Porcelain. Architect. Angry. All kinds of people swallowed their saliva and watched this view. The life they had lived in was so colourful that they were convinced of the importance of this moment.

The Sunwoo family had the strongest influence, ranging from military, political, academic and cultural. A family without a member who is not a craftsman will die.

"... I never thought I'd be able to get into Citadel. It's been a long time, Van. As a librarian, I don't see you."

"I just did what I had to do."

"I haven't done that for a long time."

Being unfamiliar was not a lie. When the Sunwoo family was dying of old glory and dressing poorly, Van washed away the name of my family that had been defiled against the world.

In that sense, Van was more loyal to my role than any guardian. We didn't just end up defending it, we recovered what was already lost.

"Welcome. Sunwoo..."

"Master."

When the choreographer blurred, the master opened his mouth boldly. The armor laughed.

"Oh, I see. I'm superstitious."

"I already knew his name. I've never seen this before."

"The chief librarian of the Sunwoo family is usually Sannim, but not necessarily because of you.

The presence emanating from the main source was quite heavy because it was Sannim. Of course, it would not be right to simply compare the powerless with the spiritual. The principal wasn't a warrior in the first place.

Nevertheless, after reading so many people's 'books', he was revealing me in a different sense than the warrior. The spectators who had hoped for the humble end of the fallen Great Gate had to return the answer that the majesty of the Great Gate would not be broken even after the fall of the Great Gate, and the grass died.

"See you here. Master."

"…… Azak."

Facing Azak, the great master of D'Maffo, who respectfully bowed down to him, the principal bowed his head quietly. For 20 years, buried in the shadow of history, D'Madpo has always been a strong supporter of Sunwoo. Even if it was not for friendship, but to find coordinates, in many ways it was a thank you to the principal.

All the great masters who decided to help Sunwoo greeted me and the master. Now that Nahar has changed his mind, Sunwoo has in fact already been equal to them again.

And by their ability, by their scale, Sunwoo could in many ways be a good friend.

"Welcome."

So even Vindelheim would have walked here.

There were only three grand lords. Seconds armed. Dmaffo Azaak. Nahar Vindelheim. Their march was so glorious that they thought they were coming back because the Sunwoo lottery was confirmed, not because they were a party to the meeting.

After arriving at the temporary residence, he seemed to talk to the principal and the grand master like this. Van didn't have to fit in there. The great masters have their own territory. I didn't want to invade it, I didn't want to get it.

"This has worked out so well."

I heard a fresh voice. It was Eugene. She had been drinking a little, and she had long since her nose or cheeks were red.

"You look good."

"It's more complicated than good. I never thought that my family would solve it in a day..."

"The Revolutionaries gave gifts to the last."

It may sound awkward, but Eugene didn't sound awkward. She smiles and nods.

"My family, who supported the Revolutionary Army, finally came back to the heart of the kingdom."

"Do you think you'll regret it?"

"You can't make a knife with a hammer."

Eugene replied in a slow voice. As the world can be told even in the eyes of a child, with a voice of wisdom.

"When the fire seeps into the iron, it can be a knife."

"…… yes."

To make the kingdom a sword, how many more hammers do they have to add? How many more revolutionaries should there be?

Eugene didn't want to think about it. Instead, he opened his mouth cautiously with a palpable expression.

"But, luckily. Is that... the Guardian's sword?"

"Huh? Ah, uh. This is the Wall Sword."

"Tick! I missed that one! Last time I saw you, I was so distracted that I couldn't even ask you to show me that."

"Shall I show you?"

"Can I?"

"If you don't show me, you're gonna eat me."

Van laughs and pulls out the wallpaper. When he saw the Moonlight shining and repeatedly scaled down, Eugene looked like he was possessed by a demon.

"How could I have made such a knife..."

"Good knife."

"Yes! Good knife..... huh?"

Eugene did not answer, but looked around with a dumb expression. Not Van's voice. It was a woman's voice. But it was definitely only them around....

"Here."

"Yes?"

"Here."

Van pointed to my waist dance with his fingers, precisely glass. Eugene had a stupid look on his face and once again said,

"He's a painted friend."

"…… huh?"

Eugene's expression became strange.

"Huh?!"

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It has to rain where the clouds are pouring. And for the same reason, when there were about nine large shareholders, the atmosphere was compounded as if cloudy.

It is the great masters who are capable of making almost everything I mean come true in this world. In other words, the only thing that can stop a grand master from meaning is usually a grand master.

And the round-table meetings that the great majority of the great majority of the great majority of the great majority of the great majority of the great majority of the great majority of the great majority of the great majority of the great majority of the great majority of the great majority of the great majority of the great majority of the great majority of the great majority of the great majority of the great majority of the great majority of the majority of the great majority of the great majority And the atmosphere was so sharp that it was comparable to war.

"I can't believe I'm here again. Sire, many of the allegations against the Sunwoo family have not yet been properly verified. Please look at that point."

"They had to hide for more than twenty years because of the unsubstantiated charges. Punishing an undiscovered sin is for the ignorant, and the kingdom can no longer remain ignorant. Sunwoo's lottery was supposed to happen sooner or later, and that's just now."

In the words of Porter Erhen, King Balagoth Shriff replied with a hesitant attitude. Balagoth was famous for not returning what he said once, and Shrifra was no exception.

"I don't know that the Sunwoo family has always been a competitor to the Potter family. But right now, we need to think about the value of the inquiry, not the calculation. If the Great Gate could easily collapse in such an unproven suspicion, wouldn't it be like making our own foothold out of sand?"

"…… It's not just bad that the Sunwoo family sent material support to the Revolutionaries. I've seen people who are suspected to be members of the Sunwoo family come in contact with them several times. But they should have killed themselves because of extreme resistance."

"Erhen. It's a little silly to say that supporting the Revolutionary Army is the reason why we shouldn't lottery the Sun."

At that time, a loud voice rang. He smiles with a chunk of iron in his hand. Erhen hardens his complexion.

"What do you mean? Seconds armed."

"Do you really need to go back? No one knows that the Potter family enjoyed war special thanks to the Revolutionary Army. And thanks to you, your family has not spared the support of the Revolutionaries to become more opponents of the kingdom."

"With such unfounded words...!"

"Yeah? If that's not groundless, then the Sunwoo family's charges are groundless, right?"

"It's an ulcer!"

"I had an ulcer, and I had an ulcer, but what do I do if I don't like it? If you can't talk, can you just fight?"

An armed spirit revealed it and raised its voice. Erhen looks out without losing. Though he was not a warrior, he was still a man of his own war.

"Stop it. Both of you go."

A calm voice rang. It was Yiseor Gaju, Yiseong Moon. The moment I came out of my mother's boat into the world, the story that I cried when I saw the distant future of my death was so stony that I left a name in history in my hands.

When the white-haired man opened his mouth, people kept their mouth shut and listened to his voice, as they had promised. Moondale said.

"Armageddon. Your heart understands, but if you do not endure this anger, this will end with you overthrowing this table and fighting. Isn't that what you want?"

"…… then, Lord Moon will tell you the end of this meeting. Why don't you focus on each other?"

Even the wolf-like spirit killed him like a gentle sheep in front of the Moon. Even though he followed Moonmoon as an uncle from an early age, he also admired and respected the man who lived with the future of all the world apart from him. Mundal smiled quietly.

"Haven't you already decided not to prophesy about the end of the round table meeting?"

The prophecy in this book may be accurate, but the words of man cannot be accurate. Roundtable meetings were always an important place to discuss the agenda before it was easy to finish with just trust in the lunar system. Erhen grumbles with a dissatisfied voice.

"Moondale Gaju. Then let me tell you something. Have you ever heard of the kingdom you see in the future? No, why are you opposed to this lottery?"

"I'm just against the agenda."

"I'm asking you why you should oppose it."

"......."

Moondale stares at Erhen without a word. Erhen swallows the saliva. Faced with the black eyes of the Moon reminiscent of Abyss, Erhen was always obsessed with an unknown fear. When Mundal saw Erhen, what he saw was not just Erhen's face. He will look to his future and hear what will be left of him at the moment of his death.

By spending his adolescence with the Moon, and being strictly the household of equal pay, Herhen felt that I could never be equal in any sense to the Moon.

So Erhen looks more confident than Jim. Seeing Erhen like that, Moondale smiles in an unknown way. It didn't read too well, so in some ways it was a smile that looked mysterious.

"Don't be afraid. Erhen. Nothing will happen to you that you are worried about."

"......!"

Erhen had a stuffy expression at the moment. It was a little vague what Moondale meant by 'worrying' exactly. I wasn't worried about one or two. But I couldn't ask you to tell me what was going on here that everyone was watching.

After all, Erhen was forced to keep his mouth shut. But Galet's household, Halab, was different. Haltop opens his mouth. In a barrel of white cloth wrapped around his body as well as his mouth, his voice roars as if it were heard in a tomb.

"But the Moon Lord. The Lord said earlier that he was opposed to the agenda. Does that mean that, irrespective of the return of Sunbae, it just means something against him?"

"I see."

"…… When the Lord usually makes that choice, most of the agenda comes back later as a result of shaking the kingdom in many different ways. It has brought about a kind of confusion that is neither positive nor negative. What confusion can the Sunwoo family bring? At least we have the right to know about him."

"If you start taking responsibility for something that hasn't happened yet, everyone in this room will be disqualified. There's always a reason why he won't open his mouth."

"But it hasn't happened yet, so you can't ignore it even though you know it's going to happen."

Moondale was not embarrassed. Living by this means living with a legend with those who always ask for answers to the future that has not happened like this. Moonlight turns his head. With a particularly uninteresting look, I saw the face of Vindelheim, who was watching their boring legend.

"…… Vindelheim family."

"Yes?"

"Come out for a moment. You have something to tell me."

Stories you can't do here. Usually there was nothing good to talk about and hear. When Vindelheim came out with a nervous expression, people's curious gaze was on Vindelheim, but Vindelheim said nothing.

But I didn't even have to say it. His face was already telling me everything.

'…… it is possible.'

Erhen grabbed his fist. Vindelheim, who pretended to be so stubborn, seemed to forget even my face. I don't know what Moondale was talking about, but maybe.....

Nahar's vote may continue to be the opposite of Sunwoo's.