Sword Whisperer

It's hot.

Vindelheim's heat of contact with his skin revealed that the betrayal he felt was never mild. I twirled my fingers and tried to find a knife apart from Van's will. But Van grabbed his fist. This was not Carl's conversation, it was just a moment of need.

"I'm meeting with Anya with a good feeling. Gajor."

"Don't turn your back."

"I didn't take it out to go back. from which I would like to speak directly. There's nothing I can do to hurt Anya."

"... does that mean that the lighthouse will not disappear?"

Vindelheim's expanse is even more intimidating. I wasn't in the mood to choose words or slow down my answers. But nevertheless, half was pretentious. I've never dreamed of doing something that wasn't honorable. Therefore, there will be no reason to pretend to be a sinner first.

"If you have to disappear, you have to."

"…… do you know what that means now?"

Vindelheim stares at Van with horrendous eyes. If it weren't for Van, the flesh would have ripened by the heat emanating from his body. But Van didn't panic and asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You really don't know what it means to lose a lighthouse? Surviving in the middle of the night, do you think anyone in the world can handle a world without light? Van. Wake up. The lighthouse is the last bow to protect this world. That's why the world can still make the world's pretext."

"Why should I?"

"…… Yes?"

"Why has this world become a world without lighthouses?"

"I'm not talking about the structure of the world. Van."

I understand that there may have been a problem with the way, as much as the minds of the revolutionaries wanted to change the world. "

Revolution is necessary, but Van only wants to change the world with his sword.

"I'm not trying to get rid of the lighthouse indefinitely. To be honest..... a world that doesn't need lighthouses. A world you don't have to be afraid of being swallowed at night. Dreaming about that world."

"…… It's a blurry dream. Those dreams have always dragged the kingdom into greater chaos. Van. It can't be different from you."

"Even if it can't be different, isn't life trying to be different?"

"Nahar is lazy."

Vindelheim said like a tug. It was a common saying. And it wasn't prejudice, it was truth. Even though it was not known if it was a side effect of leukemia or a family history, Nahar was naturally so lazy that almost everyone could not speak.

"But that's one of the reasons we get through laziness, live hard. We're the only ones who can protect the lighthouse, and failing to protect the lighthouse means failing to protect the world."

The White Flame of Vindelheim sank. I knew that a world without lighthouses was not a plan to turn the world upside down as much as he was concerned. But Vindelheim still couldn't sympathize with Van's dream.

"A world that doesn't need lighthouses, that's a good thing to hear. But in order to have such a restless dream, we have to keep it real."

"I respect the will of Nahar. And we also support the role of lighthouses. So don't get me wrong. Sunwoo is not Nahar's enemy. We will continue to do so."

"......."

Vindelheim looked at Van without saying a word. A world without lighthouses is different from a world without lighthouses. However, what should Nahar do in a world without lighthouses? They have nothing to do but to protect the lighthouse, and what to do next.

It was a matter that still needed to be considered. No, in fact, Vindelheim believed that he would not have to worry about the problem in the future. It was quite famous that Van summoned the sun from the night, but even his blade could not keep it at night.

"But Nahar doesn't seem to be Sunwoo's companion. Van."

Vindelheim said what to do as a lighthouse keeper. Even if he was talking about a world without lighthouses right now, Vindelheim did not know when it could change in a more extreme and threatening direction. It's not like there's actually been any such case in history.

The realm is long gone. But now that he doesn't have a stalk of white-salt in his body, Vindelheim is looking half way through with his heavier eyes than ever.

"I have to protect the lighthouse."

§

The nine great gates became the teenage gates.

Not only Citadel, but the whole kingdom was bound to fluctuate. Starting with the merchants who had some money, all sorts of human soldiers approached Sunwoo to wait for the rope.

Van was worried that after the meeting, he might also be busier, but even those who would come to him went to see Sunwoo's people, especially the landlord, so he had more time.

"You must be at ease, Van."

Van was facing Siraz Sarah. Her spirit had already been restored. Nevertheless, she did not hesitate to refer to me as Sarah.

"It's a good thing the tests are free. Thanks to Siraz.I didn't expect it, but I really didn't think you'd give us a vote."

"I didn't mean to give it to you."

Sarah's tone was fixed. There was no saying that it was like this. That's proof that she maintains her identity as Sarah.

It was not known whether that identity was maintained by the will of Siraz Sarah or by the will of Siraz. But Sarah said so. Recently, people in Syraz said that they were taking back one by one the personality that my body had. And as much as that, the number of people who give their old names to themselves is growing.

"Even if you vote in favour of Sunwoo's lottery, it's pretty important for Syraz to remain neutral at the meeting. Since Van helped me, Siraz's voice has not been clear in many ways..."

"If Nahar had given us his vote as scheduled, we wouldn't have helped him."

"Even so, my heart has turned to Sunwoo, so I hope you'll take good care of it."

"I'm forced to look good. After all, Sunwoo owes Shiraz a great debt."

"Siraz also owes you a great debt, so we repay each other."

Sarah smiles quietly. It was a natural laugh somewhere I couldn't see from the old Shiraz.

Van got curious. Is Sarah really Sarah now? Is it possible that she's a Shiraz who's mistaken for Sarah?

Her spirit is still connected, and now the spirit of the myriad sirens who have given back their names to themselves is still connected, and yet with the conversion of ideas, with the power of simple faith, they can find themselves.

"…… Faith is a strange thing."

Of course, Shiraz understood what Van meant. And he laughed quietly. Somewhere comforting laughter, Van thought.

It was a tranquillity that finally came after a fierce day.

Of course, even in that tranquillity, Anya was not that happy. Every time she saw Van, she looked uncomfortable, even though there was something in it. Until Vindelheim decided to take their side, he would have liked to see the world laugh as if he had earned it.

There's nothing to be sorry about, even though she said it several times, she couldn't easily unravel. From her point of view, it could actually be, but the peninsula could no longer impose it.

Van retrained the knife again. Some days swung the sword all day, and others sat down and focused on meditation.

It's a blurry dream.

Vindelheim said so. Van couldn't deny it. With his skill right now, his knife could not accomplish the world he had said. I couldn't handle the night when the lighthouse lights went out.

In conclusion, the best Van can do now was retreat.

Van looks down at the knives he has. Protection. Kishin. Glass. And a wallpaper.

Half was already too big in a hurry to grow with just a swing.

Van met his neck once. In a dream, how unhappy Van was that he wanted to be taught the teachings of the neck, he just said a word and disappeared.

'There are times when you have to look back, not forward.'

That was quite blatant advice. So Van looked down at my knives like this.

"What kind of test am I?"

Someone might look like a fool talking to a knife. But as soon as Van opened his mouth, the answer came back.

"Some tests. He's the one who cuts and watches."

It was Kishin. Van frowned at a pretty uncool assessment.

"Once I cut and see?"

"You don't have a trick. Trick! You were satisfied that you grew up pushing something that no one could see."

"…… it's oddly true, but should I listen to it?"

When it came to the night, I didn't know that I would hear this machete that I was cutting. Kishin farted without a nose.

"Hm. I still had a head that could tell the difference between what I could read and what I couldn't."

"... I came all the way here because I didn't discern it?"

"Sometimes you've seen virtue. But it's not always possible, is it?"

It was a nonsense, just like Kishin said. Van twitches his chin again and submerges himself in thought. What kind of test is Van? If you ask the people of the world about it, many answers will come back. Examination calling for the sun at night. Examination of apple tree forests. An examination with a thousand swords.

Van picks up the wallpaper. A sword that fills his throat with life, just by holding it in his hand, pushes Van like a pavement.

I thought it would only take me a lifetime to digest this knife. But Van didn't want to slow this down.

Maybe you're trying to accomplish too much with your sack knife. It might be too much to do with two hands, ten fingers, and two legs.

But from some point on, that's only half the work that can be done. We need to create a world that doesn't need lighthouses.

Half the eyes on the knife became deeper.

A year has passed since then.