Sword Whisperer

The moment Zacharim fell, all the people of Citadel looked up at the sky. No one felt about the curse on Jakarim, but I was forced to see it for a moment, whether it was dull or not, as much as the sheer darkness was in the sky.

No one dared to open their mouths as to why or what the darkness appeared for. The instinct seemed to whisper. That's something you can't dare to fight. The role you are given is just to be afraid of floating.

[The lighthouse's shield has been breached.]

[Repairing the shield…….]

[The energy of the night is rising!]

[You need to grow more Lighthouse Lights!]

The old spirits engraved in Pluto constantly appeared before Schmitt's eyes and repeated to disappear. Schmidt looked at the Siraz who was beside him, looking at all the spirits that appeared before him with a pale complexion. And after a while, Siraz opened his mouth in a slightly embarrassing hue.

Jakarim fell.

Subsequent action was indeed swift. The Royal Knights quickly brought Zacharim into Jupiter, and Galet's chief healers rushed twenty times to increase the power of blessing.

Zacharim's depression was full of vitality, but it did not erase the spots of death blooming all over Zacharim. No, rather, the spots were getting bigger and bigger at the moment, and they seemed to swallow the Jakarim in no time.

Schmidt went to Jakarim. He raises his voice and exerts the power of the Spirit. However, Jakarim's condition has still not improved. The millennial history of the Spirit in Pluto assured the king of the absolute power of the Spirit that no Balagoth could oppose, but the curse imposed on Zacharim was nevertheless invisible.

Galet's household, Halab, was summoned. Under the king's permission, his territory spread within the Pluto. All kinds of vegetation began to grow at once on the rock floor. The power of life poured out like a waterfall on Zacharim.

Halab said, 'Even the dead can be saved.' Even the story was a healer. However, the spots of Zacharim did not grow any more, nor did they diminish.

Zakarim still didn't open his eyes.

By then, people had no choice but to realize. The best healers in the Kingdom of Pluto cling. Nevertheless, the state of Jakarim can only avoid deterioration, but it is a long way from improving.

Isn't that so obvious?

Jakarim will die.

...... the kingdom began to shake.

§

The tragedy that has befallen Jakarim has raised three questions.

Who the hell did this?

How on earth is the curse imposed on him not removed?

Why did you give the prince such a terrible fate?

With the exception of Halab, who had to deploy his territory beside Jakarim, the great masters of the Teenage Gate gathered and held a round table meeting without exception. The three questions they had could be answered quickly.

The emperor said,

Even Schmidt and Halab were forced to do so by the power of the Spirit.

He plotted revenge against the royal family through the death of Jakarim.

No mention has been made of the emperor extinguishing the northern lights in the past. There were very few people who knew it, and there were even more people who didn't know about it than those who knew about it. It was the tofu of the tofu that the royal family wanted to hide until the end.

In fact, even if I knew about the matter, the only thing that could heat up the affair in the North was the Nahar and Sunwoo families. And fortunately, or unhappy, neither household knew much about the king's sins for many reasons.

"Prince Jakarim is the national capital of this country. Your Majesty."

He spoke in a wild voice, as if he were going to go out and capture the plexus if you just let him.

"I can't lose him like this."

"..... Is there a way?"

Erhen asks. Whether it's because of the news that Jakarim has fallen, or because every Porter thing has a headache, Erhen has a pretty bad face. The spirit looked back at Erhen and replied as if he had nothing to worry about.

"He said..... that if Balagoth Hagan is alive, then he is in the realm of the night. Isn't that what it's like to search every place in the night, north or south, to find the emperor? The Spirit usually loses its power when its owner is gone, so if you give the ghost of the emperor a proper voice on this occasion..... the prince will come to his senses again."

It was a simple ignorant plan, but in a way it was also the most realistic option in the present situation. King, if you don't have the power to disable Hagan's will, you can't do anything but kill him. Of course, leaving Jakarim to die could not be put in this case. It was not just about Zacharim, it was about the framework of the Kingdom.

"…… if you have an opponent at night, that's the problem. Unarmed.

It was Vindelheim who opened his mouth. His white eyes were looking at a problem that was completely different from what other householders were now seeing. He said in a voice that did not tremble.

"That distant night spirit, in the middle of the daytime realm..... even in front of Pluto's nose, made our prince fall so wastefully. Prince Hegan..... No, remember the days when Hegan rebelled. At that time, all the nobles of the land prayed that their names would not rise in the mouth of Hagan. In short, he was the one who could bring me down from nowhere."

"So, should I be as frightened as those inspirations were then?"

"…… Your jealousy is not a luxury, but a horror. Fear brightens our eyes. It's not swallowed all over, it's a fear that allows you to look straight at the reality. And we need to borrow the power of fear now."

"So what do you see now in your eyes that you borrowed that power?"

Vindelheim did not answer. Instead, he looked at Lee's gaju, Moon Moon. Moonlight kept his mouth shut as always and watched their conversation quietly. Vindelheim asked.

"…… Moon Moon. Did you foresee this?"

At the end of the day, all the householders stared at the moon. Thinking about it, if it were the prophecy of the Moon, there was no way that it would have passed without seeing something significant. But if I had seen it, Moon would have warned me beforehand about it. I always say that it's best not to change the future, but it's a different case where the lives of royalty are at stake.

But Moondale shook his head quietly.

"I didn't see anything."

"…… is that possible?"

At that moment, even the spirit opened his mouth and watched the moon. I shouldn't have. In the long history of this family, it was famous for boasting accurate prophecies. The fact that I didn't see it like that....

"I don't know what number I wrote, but I still see nothing but darkness about the future of Hagan. I don't know if he's in the dark or if he's already dead and lost his destiny. He ran out of my sight."

"... Then you can't prophesy about this?"

"After Prince Zacharim fell, there is a future that has begun to be seen."

Moonmoon said in a sad voice.

"There will be a war."

War. At that heavy tone, the householders swallowed their saliva. Moonlight frowned and said.

"... and at the end of that war, anything can happen."

"Moon Lord."

It was then. Schmidt, who had never kept his mouth open, looked at the Moon. Moondall looks back at Schmidt with his head quietly. Schmidt asked in a loud voice.

"You said there would be a war. …… does that mean that we won't have to start a war ourselves?"

"In my eyes, I see nothing but a future where night and day are intertwined. Immediately.... After all, war is inevitable."

"…… I must prepare for a long winter."

He struck a man who was just about to lose his child, and Schmidt looked strangely calm. A brother who thought he was dead a long time ago appeared and cursed his son. It was not unusual to go mad in anger, but the king meant the person who could act rationally when he was most emotional.

"My brother, Balagoth Hagan, is not the only prince threatening you. Everyone in this country is playing with his vile tongue. This time, I think we should step on his last fire and take it out.

Schmidt spoke quietly.

"Put the agenda to the round table. If you are in favour of an expedition to the night, please express your gratitude as a giant."

If it's going to be a war anyway, at least that reindeer should be held this way.

§

Hagan cursed Zacharim to retaliate against Schmidt and the kingdom.

…… I can't say it was wrong, but it couldn't end without actually discussing Avon.

It was reported that Zacharim was holding Abon's back after he had already gone up to Schmidt. And Avon was immediately summoned by Schmidt to be interrogated, and he was imprisoned for many petty things.

But that was not a story that I really cared about. It wasn't special to Avon, and in the end, time, place, and materials were of the utmost importance to him.

"Ezel."

"......."

"Ezel. Do you want to live?"

Cleavage.

"So you want to die?"

Again, frustration.

"…… what do you want to do?"

"Nothing."

The voice is indeed empty, with neither pessimism nor optimism.

It may seem like a depressing and distressing answer, but it wasn't. Ezekiel was not impressed by what I wanted to do. All her memories in her body were erased, and so was her soul. Now she's the one whose heart won't beat in any of those songs. It looked like a human being, and it could act like a human being, but the essence was like a doll.

Mada thought for a moment as she looked at Ezekiel like that. If Ezekiel in the past sees this now, what would she think? Do you think that life is better than suffering and grief? Or do you still think it's good to be alive?

Is Mada cheating Ezekiel? Did they help?

Mada thought that even if Ezekiel came back here, she would not be able to answer the question. Like he can't answer that question.

Living a life of tragedy, forgetting all about it. That's what Mada did to Ezel in the end. Mada said to Ezel quietly.

"Today, I will carry the vessel of your soul. There will be no pain. Just for a second, you're gonna feel like you're having a very long dream. And in that bowl..... he will bring you life."

Every time people die by his hands, Mada puts an excuse in her heart. All this to save her. The happiness of others seems good. If she can live, if she can only see that smile one more time.

Even though his love for her faded after a long wander, he could not let go of his excuse. I shouldn't have let go.

I know. Calling her back to victory is not about saving her, it's about killing her. Nevertheless, he cannot stand back. She was the only immunity for his misdeeds. Though there is no impunity in this world that truly cleanses sin.

All a sinner can find is impunity.

Mada looked outside. There is still about an aperitif left for sunset.

Tonight, he will sell his last sin and buy his immunity.