Sword Whisperer

'The throne belongs to my eldest son.'

Avon came in from an early age. The power of the name of the eldest son was firm everywhere, not to mention in the royal family. He was born a second time, and as a result became the only second person anywhere, anytime.

It's also good to be loved. It is also important to be protected. It's also admirable. You should always stay a second time.

It wasn't weird at one time. No, to be precise, Avon also had an attitude of respect for my brother, the 'first'. Zacharim was a young man I could not love. He had a warm heart to genuinely care for and take care of everyone around him, and when he needed it, he could hold the knife and see the harsher eyes than ever.

Avon walks up his sleeve and looks down at my forearm. The bite marks on the beast remained a chest. It was a dog raised by the royal family. Zacharim, who was prettier than the poisonous dog, slit the dog's throat without hesitation, as soon as he bit Avon's forearm.

Hicc, uhhh.... Not until you kill your tongue, brother, Ve, Venhur.... Isn't that your favorite dog?

Avon asked me that in the meantime. What did Zacharim look like? I don't know. What he remembered was his words, not his face.

No matter how loving a dog is, you can't just bite my brother and move on.

At that time, Jakarim seemed angry.

Because you're the most important to me. I mean, man. You should save yourself a little more. Even looking at me, huh?

And that's all I knew. Zacharim forced him to be treated as the second for everyone, but only Zacharim could be regarded as the first.

My father made him his second son,

My brother took him as his second brother,

The world knew him as the second prince...

For Zacharim, he was his first brother.

"......."

And Avon was trying to get rid of the only person who considered him. What made him do this? Since when do admiration and affection for him become filthy?

"Every."

"Yes, degenerate."

"Your people are searching the royal palace. We're running out of time. Three days. Can you finish the job in three days?"

Avon's gaze touched Ezel as he asked. It was a young girl who had not yet lactated. And finishing the job meant finishing the experiment with Ezekiel.

Mada glances back at Ezel for a moment. Ezekiel's eyes were empty. After a long work, Mada succeeded in emptying the foolishness of life that remained within Ezel's body to the ground. For Ezekiel, everything in the world would now feel worthless and worthless.

"…… it shouldn't take more than three days."

"You will have to keep that word."

For those three days,

My brother decided to kill my brother.

§

The monster of Abyss who expelled K'Shatu makes what he says a reality.

Half of the people who heard the words immediately left their seats because their faces were hardened. It was also important to find Ezekiel, but this was also more than that, not less news.

Van was the first to visit Syraz. No, it might be better to say Sarah now. No matter what Siraz was looking for, Van was nevertheless more comfortable talking to her.

And most importantly, this story was to be shared with Sarah Siraz, not Siraz.

"…… You told me it was a gift before."

"I was."

"You said."

Van hesitated. It was a story he didn't want to put back in his car mouth. But I couldn't turn my back.

"It was no coincidence that the lighthouse went out more than 20 years ago. After that, there was a plexus that no one could reveal. …… the pleural plexus with Balagoth's name."

It was a story that historians would bubble and be alarmed to hear. But Siraz was naturally told.

"Just like the current prince and his two princes, neither the warrior princes, nor the current king and his royal highness, were very good. No, I don't think it's a good situation, rather than a bad one. The king is not the seat of his eldest son, he is also the royal law. However, the royal decree of the late king was enough to threaten even the royal family..."

"…… I heard that the emperor in the palace at the end of the conflict put out the lights of the northern lighthouse. But I'm not here today to check the story. I'm here to talk about the information that I heard."

Van swallowed his breath for a while. And he spoke in a serious voice.

"It doesn't seem like the fight with him is over yet."

"What do you mean?"

"The one from the night I told you about. In the abyss, there was a monster that made what I was saying come true. This ability, somewhere familiar?"

"......."

Sarah lost her horse momentarily. What Van is saying now was obvious.

The king is there that night.

Sarah didn't tell me he was dead. The night was an indisputable realm, a place full of ghosts. There was nothing strange about adding a royal family to that horde of ghosts.

"…… the royal majesty will fall to the ground."

Sarah swallowed a sigh. It was a royal palace that made it disappear to conceal royal riches. But the emperor was now becoming a bigger toothbrush, not a disaster, and was twitching at night.

Many of the sirases connected to Sarah's head buzzed in different voices. The conclusion reached by that voice was simple. Sarah said in a soon-to-be-needed voice.

"..... I must tell His Majesty."

§

It is not uncommon for Avon to find Zacharim. The two of them now face each other and have no conversation. No, it would be right to say that Avon is unilaterally trying to avoid Zacharim. Zacharim was still ready to embrace Avon. He was always waiting for his brother to abandon this foolish ambition and become my man.

And Avon didn't even go to him because he knew Jakarim was waiting for it, because he knew he was convinced of my victory.

But today was different. Abon knocked on Jakarim's visit in person, and after a while, he stood face to face with my brother. Zacharim smiles. He looks tired, but he is probably the kind of smile that his brother loves.

"It's been a long time. Especially since you came to see me."

"…… I fought for a long time. Our company."

"We fought, we're fighting. I'm sorry. I should have beaten you with such certainty that you couldn't even think about fighting, but I can't blame you for everything you've ever dreamed of."

Avon liked Zacharim and hated him. But now it was time to end it, too. Avon looked at Zacharim quietly for a while. It's so burdensome. Zakarim was forced to lay down the documents he had been holding for a long time.

"Yeah, what's going on? What are you going to scratch my heart with this time?"

"…… I don't intend to disturb your mind today. I just wanted to see you."

"Huh, you sound like you don't fit in."

Zakarim laughs in vain, as if it were too difficult to adapt. He was also a brother who had always crawled up Barack Obama to defeat him. Now all of a sudden I have to do is look at him with such moist eyes.

"Am I afraid of digging into your secrets?"

"......."

"If so, vomit the facts and make a mistake. Stop being blind to vain dreams and abandoning your life. I'm talking for you."

"... Brother. I wanted to be the first."

I didn't understand what Avon said. But Jakarim was forced to make a rather harsh face.

"You always thought so. I think the king is the most popular being in the country."

"Is that not what you're trying to say?"

"Do you think I would have lived as the First?"

The first prince. The first son. How was your life as the first?

"I'm going to sit on a throne that will carry only duty and scars, and I live a day that even my brother hates me and tries to take me down. Those who want a revolution will resent you now, but one day they will resent me. I'm the last. The last person people will depend on. The one to finger at the end. The one who will be most grateful at the end. If it had been the second one, it would have been free of all this burden."

"Then put it down. That luggage."

Avon's voice sounded desperate somewhere. Abon tears Jakarim's face from here and there for a long time, as if he could not help but eat it.

"And give it to me. And I'll walk instead. I will defend your place, protect your people and your country, and protect you. I won't let your life bother you anymore. You can't do that? Surely that seat, that luggage, can't be mine?"

"…… Avon."

Avon was crying one day. Avon sniffs his nose and steals his tears. And he squeezes his fist and looks at Zacharim with his face and his eyes.

"You were my idol."

"......."

"But the life of idolatry, in the end, is a life that doesn't love itself, right?"

In order to love himself, Avon must register the person he loved the most. Being the first might not be as happy as I thought. It may not be as satisfying as I thought. Nevertheless, Avon must walk. To not end with a stab at an idol. To not finish my life as an ignorant fanatic.

"…… do you plan to visit soon?"

"How do you ask?"

"I don't know. Maybe Sanborn's trying to get out together."

"…… I'm going out this evening."

"......."

At that moment, Avon said nothing. But he looks at Zacharim with his eyes open as if this is his last encounter.

Then he lowered his head and turned around. Zacharim decided to call upon Avon at that moment, and he quit. Strange. Having seen Avon swarming the palace, a vague expectation that maybe after this situation, the old friendly brotherhood would return to him. This game of ambition had to end as soon as possible.

'I'll get it over with. Avon.'

Jakarim looked down at the documents for a while, and finally sighed and aroused himself. I was originally thinking of finishing all the paperwork and going out, but I didn't think anything was going to go hand in hand with this.

The blue sky welcomed him, as he put on his clothes and opened the door of the royal palace. Jakarim smiled. Yes. It might be better to come out here when it's livelier than at night. Avon did a good job. Thinking of it that way,

That's how I took my foot off.

"…… Ah."

A scream that didn't even reach the terminal hovered around Jakarim's throat. Until just now, the sky shined blue, and in a moment it swallowed black. It was an ominous darkness incomparable with the night sky.

And the two eyes that looked at him in the darkness whispered a little.

Hear, little prince.