Sword Whisperer

"…… if they really are hiding in Pluto, this is not something that can be solved on your line. Van."

"What can't you do?"

"A frontal breach is impossible, and you shouldn't do it if you can. The children understand that the honor of the royal family must be respected more than the right to find sinners. You can't sneak in for the same reason. The risk is too great."

"... If I can't solve it on my line, I'll have to find another line."

Van touched his chin. I feel the beard scratching my fingers, and half of my mouth slowly snaps open.

"It reminds me of two people. Prince Jakarim and..... Luke."

Many people knew it when they were strong, but their power was not the power to open the gates of Pluto as they wished. Needless to say, it cannot be a force to search for Pluto.

But if it was Jakarim and Luke, the story was different. They were residents of Pluto, so no matter how much Pluto was overturned under their guidance, there was no big problem.

"If you want to be properly adored by Prince Zacharim, it's not bad to be sure of this opportunity. That you're his man."

"I'm sorry about Prince Avon."

Van mutters in a cynical voice. At one time, Avon tried to buy his favour by handing him the sword of the frontier guard. Nevertheless, in the end they were unable to walk the same path.

Favorable relationships don't always end well. No, maybe their relationship started out as a favor. Their relationship began with greed. Van accepted him because of his greed for the sword, and Avon tried to take Van because of his greed for power.

At that point, their relationship might have collapsed at some point.

"Prince Avon ended a long time ago."

Putting the prince of the country in his mouth, Muñet's voice was quite blank. Muñet spoke in a voiceless voice, as he discussed the fate of the street wallpaper.

"The next king is Jakarim. A historian will decide whether it's a benevolent or a harsh thing to make a ship sink a little faster than it already is."

"I don't live history."

"Everyone who said that is just the names in history now. The Sunwoo family would understand better than anyone."

Van grabbed the Moon Sword at the end. I remembered Ezekiel's face as he looked at his swords with admiration. What does that little face look like now?

"…… Let's go to Pluto. I need to see the Prince degenerate."

I have to take down Avon.

§

It was always strange to enter Pluto. Since Pluto could only be touched by climbing upside down waterfalls, because so many spirits sought to restrain his presence, and because the direction of all things in the world was determined, Pluto had the power to choke his guests.

It's sad. To be the owner of this breathtaking place, the two princes were setting up a day against the same bloody brother. In Van's eyes, it seemed like he was calling for misfortune.

Nevertheless, why is there a smile on Zakarim's face that is always sweet and sweet?

"It's been a long time since I've seen half a face. It's been hard to see barrels since the war in the North."

"If you don't, you'll have a lot to worry about in the heart of degradation, and you'll be able to hold one hand to me."

"Huh, it's as if you weren't looking for me. But it makes sense. Most people who come to me these days only bring me headaches. What did you bring?"

"It's a shame, but you still have to have quite a headache today. Degradation."

Van shrugs. He put the chunky paperwork in front of Zacharim. Jakarim received the documents with the expression 'My seller is not.'

"What is this?"

"I have been caught by Devon raising a soldier."

"…… Is that what this is about? Of course. If he's not raising soldiers, that's even weirder, right? Well, I appreciate the report, but it's not very handy."

"The problem is not raising soldiers, but the soldiers themselves."

Jakarim still seemed to be unable to grasp the feeling. I didn't have to say it around. Van said in a convincing voice.

"Avon's degradation is tied up with Porter's alchemist to build a bioweapon."

"…… what?"

Jakarim's face changed. After he was in position, he started handing over half the documents. There was a lot in it. The times that Avon, or the people of Avon, had been in contact with, presumed alchemists of the Potter family, all kinds of reagent materials they purchased, and testimony about the rib diseases that came out of the ground when K'Shatu and the alchemists had a battle.

"Porter can't do this. They're not stupid enough to get into a fight. I don't want to go to the kingdom, why..."

"Do you know the name of each Potter?"

"Every Potter..?"

"A few years ago, Erhen Potter's deficit disappeared from the Potter family. According to Wind Gate, he wasn't missing, he was expelled. in exchange for conducting human experiments."

Zacharim placed his forehead.

"... I think I've heard the story before. So, is he holding hands with Avon now?"

"I'm not sure... but it's not an unlikely story. It's strange that hundreds of prosecutors in Citadel are looking for a light in their eyes, but they can't find that alchemist anywhere. Are you sure it's not a normal backship?"

"I don't have enough clues to open things up. You can end up with the impression that you're a miserable brother to push your brother away."

"We have to make sure that doesn't happen."

"Do you have an idea?"

"No."

"... You're being so brave to say I don't think so."

"For now, we need an investigation. If this is the case, but if the prince is making bioweapons in Jupiter..."

"My brother's hands and feet will be cut off for sure."

The look on Zacharim's face seemed rather nice. Van kept his silence for a while. Van liked Zacharim because he could hold that kind of heart for my enemy. He was not a man without ambition, but he was not a poisonous general who could only look forward.

"Too bad?"

"..... If not, it would be a lie. It's strange. I don't think this world can ever rule itself unless it's a monster that eats its brothers."

That's why the world has always been a monster. Zacharim laughs. Somewhere sad.

"If it's a string to cut, you don't have to be tough."

Yes, I don't need to.

But he did what he didn't need, as long as he could...

I wanted to do it a long time.

§

K'Shatu's body quickly recovered. Bruises disappeared, torn skin resurfaced, and the sequelae left in the body was hard to find. It was the power of K'Shatu rather than the power of the therapist. Despite being a human being, where the abundant life force of his time as a beast did not go, he boasted a vitality almost unlikely to reach the limits of the human good.

"You look good, Kchatu."

"... Brother."

Looking at Van, Kshatu lowered his head quietly. Since the loss of Ezel, K'Shatu has continued to do so. His day consisted of either wandering around looking for Ezekiel, or just sitting there in a dazed position.

So even more so, Ezekiel could be in Pluto. If you heard that, K'Shatu would have come up on the cliff of Pluto right away with a common sense or something.

"Ezekiel must be found. And that alchemist will pay for it. So... stop looking so dead."

"…… You are amazing. Brother."

At the end of that moment, Van wanted to know if K'Chatu was a slut. But K'Shatu's face was not that colorful. Pure respect and self-esteem, as much as that, were pressing K'Shatu.

"How can you be so persuasive to lose so much?"

I didn't ask Van what many things were. Instead, he briefly replied.

"I have to be persuasive."

I just do what I have to do. K'Shatu seemed to be increasingly keen to answer such grave questions.

"…… When I lived as a resident of the night, all I had to see was survival. They looked at the surrounding terrain, they found predators that could hurt me, they chased after the back of the prey. But in the daytime, you see too many things. What to see…… I have no way of knowing."

"You don't have to look at everything you see."

Van raises his hand on Kshatu's shoulder.

"If there's something in your eyes that just fills your chest, just look at it."

"......."

K'Shatu opened his eyes at that moment. What was drawn over his eyelids? Van seemed to know why.

"…… I think I found the meaning of life. Brother."

Van raises his hand to K'Shatu's head with a fluffy smile. Kchatu asked.

"Am I still a monster?"

"There's no such thing as a mop to protect a girl."

Van said in a convincing voice, as he discussed common sense.

"A real monster, trying to trample on a delusion that won't protect a child."

Human beings are not making a pharynx. At the end of the day, K'Shatu had someone who came to mind.

"… but the monster in Abyss was also wearing a heavy weight."

"Monster of Abyss..... Ah, did you drive you out?"

Van recalls the shadow of the ball. Looking at the shadow that caused the ball to lose its right arm, Van thought maybe it was a monster of Abyss. Van asked in case.

"That monster, did you use a sword?"

"Sword...? No, I don't think I used a sword."

"It wasn't a test? Then what was it?"

"He had a very unusual power. It was so bizarre that I didn't even know how to deal with it."

K'Shatu frowns. Just imagining it made him feel bad, he was gripping his fist tightly.

"He had the power to make what he said a reality."

§

Something strange.

When Avon noticed this side, it was the second day Zakarim's people moved. Knights, soldiers, and maids began searching for Pluto. I began to feel the gaze of surveillance. It wasn't supposed to be there. The plan was almost complete, and it was unacceptable for everything to go to waste just before the final vote was taken.

It was busier and more time to move quietly than ever before, but that was why Avon was forced to leave Pluto. He was not the decision-maker in all this.

The following followed, but the Spirit of Avon was enough to thwart the following. It was a bright night. On the outskirts of Citadel, in a forest full of bamboo, Avon looks around quietly. No one was seen. But that's why Avon was convinced he existed.

"…… please come out. I have urgent business."

The answer didn't come back. Upon hearing his voice echoing in the Bamboo Forest, Avon shouts in a restless voice.

"I know we shouldn't have come out here without a plan. But it's really urgent. Please give me some time."

[…… Avon.]

It was the moment. As if the forest had begun to tell the story, a completely different echo followed behind Avon's voice. Avon knelt on his knees. The mud on the craftsmen's trousers and cloaks messed up, but Avon didn't care about the triviality.

"You must have noticed something. I'm sure this will change the plan. Is there any other way?"

[…… incompetent. You always ask for directions, and you don't know how to get them.]

"If it's a reproach, I'll get it later. We need numbers now. I will follow whatever you say."

[Was it so difficult to ask you? I promised to give you everything in this world if you remind me of my body, which is not in Pluto. Did you just want the world to end without solving anything like this? What a pity.]

"Then please!"

Avon used to bite his lips. He realized that he made a mistake only after his voice was raised, but he chose to be audacious instead of asking for forgiveness.

"… please look at this poor nephew. Uncle, I need your help."

[Haha, you always needed my help.]

Echoes laughed.

[Okay, what can I do for you this time?]

"For you..."

For a moment, Avon hesitated. But that hesitation was not long. He was foolish enough to mistake his young heart for the determination of the monarch.

"Brother Jakarim, get rid of me."

Not all of us are human because we used to be afraid.