Sword Whisperer

There are many boasts in Citadel. Up to upside down waterfalls, the Citadel Academy, and beautiful Pluto. However, the citizens of Citadel will put the solar temple in their mouth without hesitation, if they consider it the most sacred of all.

Half of it was in the sun temple. He is not a devout believer, but he is in this place now because of the words he left behind.

You're trying to be a god. Half.

That's what Van looked like to me to get answers to all the questions. Then he really wants to be a god. No, can he achieve what he wants by becoming a god?

After all that thought, Van thought he needed a better understanding of what God was. And that's how the solar war came about. There's no better place to find God's trail.

But the only thing Van can see anywhere is the godliness of those who look to God, and the greatness of God is not felt. Eventually, Van became the symbol of the Solar Temple, under the path of light.

The path of light was a puzzle-shaped structure made of mirrors and glass. The reason why it was called the path of light was simple. Astronomers calculate the angle of the sun, and artisans move the puzzle as directed. Then, a little later than noon, the sun temple was full of sunlight, so visitors could feel the world biting with bright light, even if they closed their eyes.

That's why all those who guard the chapel are wearing veiled hats. Otherwise, face the light reflected from the floor and don't go blind.

Of course, half was an exception. Because I was blind to the sun, Van had already put too much in his eyes. Some looked at him with worrying eyes as he walked around without a veil, and some gave advice, but Van only smiled quietly and replied that it was okay.

A middle-aged man approached Van, who had buttoned his chair. I looked like a priest when I was dressed. He smiles quietly and opens his mouth.

"Brother, have you come to see the path of light?"

"Yes, if it's about the veil, you don't have to worry. I have pretty good eyes."

"If you say so yourself, perhaps. Welcome. I was waiting for you to step into our temple sometime. You're late for the introduction. This is Bertel."

"…… nice to meet you."

Van was not surprised that the priest knew who he was. Even if someone who knew his face in the temple gave him a heads-up, it was nothing unusual. He was quite famous.

Berthe looks at the door half with an open smile. He hasn't said anything for a long time. Eventually, Van couldn't stand it, making him open his mouth first.

"How do you see that?"

"Oh, excuse me. I was jealous. I always had to wait for the path of light with a veil, because Van could face God's greatest creation directly with his two eyes."

"…… I have nothing to say."

"I'm sorry, I must have embarrassed you."

Bertel said with a shriveled expression. Van kept his silence again. Bertel didn't even look at Van's face anymore. However, he sat beside him. I didn't feel any pressure this time, but I opened my mouth half the time.

"I once said I want to know the answer to every question. He asked me if I wanted to be a god."

"…… God is omnipotent. People think so."

"I don't think God is omnipotent."

Van said, staring at the path of light. The sun has not yet stood before them.

"If God knew all the right answers, this world wouldn't be so troublesome. Even if you know it, it's a problem in its own way. Knowing the right answer means we have to leave this world here. because in my eyes, no matter what the world looks like, it doesn't look like the right answer."

"Then, how did you come to this temple that serves that god?"

"I came because I wanted to know what I was trying to be."

If you can glimpse God with his eyes, then at least you can decide whether you want to dream of God or not. Bertel looks down at my hand. It was wrinkled, but its fine hands were curled in a sacred glow, no matter who saw it.

"Once, divine power was considered evidence of the existence of God. As the Guru and the Monkey, who practiced cotton wall training, use the same power, they say it's just a form of agitation now, but is that really important? Van. I think so. It doesn't matter whether this divine power is his or the power he gained by chasing him. The important thing is that the day I stepped in to find him gave me the opportunity to save this power, to save people, to change the world for the better and for the better."

If pursuing God can produce good results on its own, isn't God worth pursuing already? Bertel quietly added:

"God is not the one who gives the answer or the one who gives the answer. He's the correct answer."

"…… If the priest is right, it would be God that I would find at the end of this road."

"Please meet him. Brother."

It was time for their short conversation to come to an end. A bell started ringing announcing noon. Within days, the inside of the temple began to shine brightly.

Everyone closed their eyes and bowed their heads. All who were veiled like sinners looked only at the earth, and half looked straight at the sky. The path of light looked at the sun called to this place.

People often felt that God was against the absolute, even though they could not face the light. But what if we could face that light? If you could see the identity of that light as it is.

What will he see?

Van faced the sun without a word. There was neither the power to wash away the broken things, nor the power to drive out the darkness, nor the power to make known the rules and times in the sun. But is God in it? Van couldn't find God, no matter how he looked into the light of the sun. It was just bright.

Van nods in disappointment. And it was then. His eyebrows twitched. In the light, he still couldn't find God.

But in the image of a priest who bowed his head in the light, in the back of the congregation.... Somehow, it seems like he didn't even have the sun.

God may be there, Van thought so for a moment.

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Van first left the temple before the sun left the temple. I didn't want to keep an eye on them. The Temple of the Sun was not a place to tell the answer, but a place to ask questions. And now he already had enough questions.

After a while, Van could see quite a strange crowd leaving the Solar Temple and wandering the streets without a home. About a dozen people flocked to the corner of the square.

"We have a right to be happy!"

I walked with a limp in front of the crowd. I don't think it was because I was injured, and I felt like I was a natural cripple. Half of them stopped walking and listened to the inner voice. It has been a long time since the Revolutionary Party collapsed to hear this kind of speech. Everyone's dead.

"What we do, we pay taxes, we bow our heads to nobles like heaven, because we believe that all of that can eventually lead us to a happier path. But, gentlemen, are you happy? Do you see the high ones trying to make us happy?"

"I'm not happy. Just live."

"Happiness is always so easy."

"You know, so what do you want to say? If you're trying to say something about a revolution, stop! I don't want to die early because I'm stuck in something like that."

"I'm not trying to revolutionize. Gentlemen."

The crippled man, Owen, raised his voice. He was dressed in dull clothes, and had a face that was quite dull because he didn't wash often, but his eyes were still as bright as the boy's.

"What I'm saying is, you know, we're the ones who deserve to be happy. Just like this......."

"There!"

It was then. The guards came in with a whistle. As people retreated, Owen stumbled upon the guards without fleeing.

"What's going on?"

"Who are you speaking with permission from here? Don't you know crowd incitement is a felony?"

"I didn't tell them to do something. I'm just saying that it's worth being happy."

"Ha, I didn't tell the revolutionaries to do anything that won't work anywhere. I told you something could be different. Come with me. Where's the villager? How dare you do this in the walls of Citadel? Don't be so sure."

It was the moment the guard raised his hand. The guard eventually failed to hit Owen's head. It was because his hand was held in the other hand. Feeling the strong pressure on his wrist, he turns his head in a panic. A man with several swords looked at him quietly.

"Stop it. I think that's enough."

"What, what is it? Looks like you're wearing a sword. No way. Against the guards in Citadel.... Town!"

The guard couldn't talk. The group who came with him recognized Van and hurriedly stopped his mouth. He bowed his head and said,

"Sin, sorry. This friend doesn't know the water well yet..."

"That's okay. I'm the one who got caught. If that's possible, I'd like you to take a look at this guy. Isn't it a mistake to come up from the countryside once or twice?"

"Of course! Come on, let's go. This is my friend."

"Who the hell is he...?"

"Haha! Come on, Crawfish!"

The guards hurriedly retreated. Owen, who was preparing to hit the ground, looks back half-heartedly, sinking his surprised heart. He bowed his head in a polite manner.

"Thank you. Thanks to you."

"…… I thought I was having a pretty interesting speech, so I dried up."

"You don't have to raise your voice. I think you're too late for that..... May I ask your name?"

"I am Van..."

Van didn't want to reveal my name, but for someone like Owen, I thought Van might sound quite like a villain. He was the one who knocked down the Revolutionary Army. If you don't know the situation at the time, it's not unusual to think that Van is the enemy of the revolution.

"Bandalf."

"Ah, Vandalf. Thank you again. It's called Owen."

Owen smiled.

"A man who will change the world."

Van lost his horse for a while. This humble cliff to change the world comes from a man,

I don't know why, but I think I saw God again.