Sword Whisperer

[Luke…….]

Hagan looks at Luke and frowns. His' knife ', which seemed to tear everything in the world apart, could not be put in front of Luke's sword.

Hagan shakes his hands and robs away his' texts', which were made in the shape of a knife. Thousands and tens of thousands of letters flew around the world like flies.

[There will be no foolishness in raising a sword against you.]

Even if what he had was a slice of the world, not a sword, the moment their battle took the form of a sword, Seung Ki would be Luke's. Luke hangs his knife with half behind his back. It seemed defenseless at first glance, but Hagan knew. If you say a word wrong, Luke's knife will stab him right away.

And unlike half the knives he brags about, Luke's knives are unstoppable.

Hagan's new life has turned blurry. It was a ghost-specific fluidization. Hagan said in a quiet voice.

[I'm going to step back today. Luke. But don't think you can defend this kingdom forever. You're not the real guardian after all, but the real guardian..... is still lacking.]

So this time, the world becomes his.

The letters moved. And the next moment, a lot of characters wanted to wrap their bodies around Hagan, Dada, and Ezel's soul, and they disappeared like a fog in a moment.

"Don't miss them..."

"Don't overdo it. Van. If you confront them like this, only meaningless deaths will remain. Most of all, there's nothing we can do now."

"Luke..."

Van knelt on his knees. An unbearable feeling of helplessness wrapped around him. All the blood vessels seem to be boiling. The heart pounds. The red-eyed eyes seem to shed tears in no time.

"When the hell..... can you do something?"

It was a tranquil scream. Luke was not comforted. He knew that consolation would hurt him more.

Luke didn't answer.

He knew that no answer could be correct.

§

Prince Avon is gone. The guards said that after the darkness emanating from the king's ledge wrapped around him, he disappeared like dust. It was the moment that the charges against him became definitive.

Citadel's mood was terrible. When the sun went down, people walked to the top of the door and tried to get out of the house. Rumor has it that the Emperor's ghost doesn't know when to catch them.

To be forgotten, there were too many people who remembered the time when Hagan heard a half-day against Schmidt. When old mouths speak of Hagan, fear spreads like a plague. The ordinary people who believed that my name would not dare to be put in their mouths were better. The nobility, among others, was a family whose name was a little known, and they trembled, fearing when Hagan's mouth would curse them.

It seemed like every day was night, even though the sun was still rising. Measures were needed.

And that's why all the families in the kingdom were looking for Pluto.

"…… I made a mistake farming my child, and this happened. You can't even make excuses. Your Majesty."

Erhen said in a penetrating voice. An alchemist from the Potter family teamed up with Hagan. No one knew why Hagan had captured the alchemist. Liquor of the Lion, which is best known for its poor quality in alchemy. The lion's liquor made it clear that Hagan was trying to get his life back.

In the meantime, the reputation of the Potter family, which had accumulated in the past, could collapse in a moment. Schmidt smiles as he looks at Erhen like that.

"You're not the only one who did the wrong farming. Herhen. My son was blinded by greed, drove my brother to death, and dragged his dead uncle's muddy feet to this kingdom."

"Your Majesty......."

Erhen bows his head. Schmidt grips his fist and looks back at all the householders.

"But that doesn't mean you can't just blame yourself. It is clear that the kingdom is in the midst of a crisis. Hagan was exercising the same spirit without the flesh. If he gets back to life……"

Schmidt blurred his words. Balagoth's words are not just words. Even as he walked here, 'The Spirit of Hagan will not be able to resist.' If I had said the same thing, I could have only empowered Hagan.

Schmidt opened his mouth with a clear expression.

"I think everyone has heard the prophecy of the Moon Lord. There will be a war. What we can do now is, how can we lead that war to victory?"

"…… Rumor has it that Hegan has gathered the Night Nobles to gather an army. Is that true?"

An older man asked. Schmidt nods slowly.

"I've been told that. He was growing strength in Abyss."

Of course, the proposal came from Schmidt. Schmidt said a monster with the power of the Spirit is taking over Abyss. Given the circumstances, it was not unusual for Hagan to have an army at night.

"The kingdom has been at peace for too long. After the collapse of the North, the soldiers who fought the right war were all about lighthouse keepers and border guards..... Would it not be better to go in a direction that does not cause war?"

"Was the prophecy of Moonlight ever wrong? If it's going to be a war anyway, at least that embarkation..."

That was followed by a sluggish consumption war. Eventually, an unbearable spirit opened his mouth with a deep breath.

"Everyone's too busy to be scared. Let's get our minds out of here. It's scary to fight them."

"Lord Secondary, aren't your words too harsh?"

"Is it bad? I don't want to take my people in front of the war. I just want to avoid a fight in front of my eyes. Aren't you in a hurry?"

"Huh, that's..."

"I think you're mistaken, so if it was a war that would have been avoided, this meeting wouldn't have been held in the first place. War, whether you want it or not, is about to happen. If you want to remove the monster that came into the bedroom, you can still report it. I don't want to see them trampling on my garden."

The fierce voice of the armed spirit resounded. And no one at the Teenage Inquiry stopped such a spirit. Only then did a few Gaju realize the situation, who were buzzing noisily. The will of the great gates is already gathered. And the reason they're here now is just to get their hands on this war.

The atmosphere has become cluttered. The principal slowly turns everyone around and opens his mouth quietly.

"Defensive warfare will inevitably bring about the sacrifice of the people. But even if we attack first, we don't know where to hit. Because the night is so big. This can't be happening."

"Is there no way?"

"We need to recover the North."

I heard a sigh somewhere in the master's words. That's because I want to prioritize the recovery of the North even in this situation. It was quite famous that the Sunwoo family was strangled by the Northern family.

But the principal was right. He spoke in an unshakeable voice.

"The newly built lighthouse in the north, or the north, is short history compared to the lighthouse in the Dark Ages. And there's a lack of that kind of efficacy. A 20-year history lighthouse will be hard to defend when the night comes. If the night army were to come from the north..... then the damage we would have to take would be more than the damage we would have to take while repairing the north."

"How cunning of you to get what you want. Juwon."

"If there is a loophole in my proposal, I will accept it. But at least I don't think there's going to be any better security right now. Strengthen the spirit shield and increase the lighthouse's uptake rate more than it is now. In order to punish Prince Hegan, who is hidden in the abyss, should at least have the assurance that our backs will be in no danger?"

You were right. But how long will it take to conquer the North, and how many sacrifices will it take?

Schmidt's principal didn't miss a thought. He opened his mouth.

"If you don't sew a split wound because the pain of the moment is frightening, you will end up with even greater pain. Your Majesty."

"......."

Schmidt looked at the doorbell instead of answering. In the tired eyes of the king who asks what will be at the end of this meeting, what answer did the old prophet give?

The meeting was long. Sometimes some householders forgot even the size of my family and raised their voices. But no matter how complicated the process was, the results were as simple as ever.

The expedition to the north was decided.

§

"Ezel."

"Ezel. Ezel. Ezel."

A few empty calls are repeated. But the answer doesn't come back. K'Shatu looks like he's lost his soul, and likewise looks at Ezel, who's really lost his soul.

I can tell. I don't know what Ezekiel looks like anymore. He thought he was Ezekiel, and what he accepted was that he had already left this body.

It's really meaningless and unproductive to squeeze at this skinny body. At that time, it would have been more helpful to find Hagan and go out.

Nevertheless, K'Shatu could not take his eyes off Ezel. After a little while, Ezekiel turned his eyes and looked at him. "Brother!" he said, smiling beautifully. K'Shatu looked at his face, expecting it to happen several times, and was desperate several times.

Van couldn't tell K'Shatu anything like that. After all, he couldn't save Ezel. He has never saved anyone. After all, he accomplished nothing because he was the sword of the next kingdom. The prosecutor who couldn't save the Revolutionary Army can't protect a little girl anymore.

There's too much you can't do to be strong. Understanding that, Van was unconvincing. Then what does he hold the knife for? Van cuts what needs to be cut, but what he doesn't want to cut is..... how the hell do we keep it?

'... No, that's not the case.'

Van bites his lips. It's a cowardly excuse, because in the end it's weak. He couldn't deal with Hagan. I couldn't deal with it. If I could have grabbed his ankle, if I could have grabbed him, whatever slice of the world he had in his hand, if I could have cut the hagan with the world.

If I had, I could have..... gotten Ezekiel back.

I can see the lunar inspector staring at him when I leave the property. There was no tension on their faces, even though there was a great fortune in the kingdom. After Van, they seemed convinced that there would be a way. I can't shake half the feeling of being lost.

Eventually, Van turned them around and found Luke. Van thought it was a good thing he was still weaker than Luke. If there had not been a stronger prosecutor in the world, so he would have been the object of will, and no one would have relied on him, half would not have been able to bear it.

"You can't save the whole world. Van."

That's what Luke said for the first time. With that expression, as if I already knew what to say, Van opened his mouth when he choked.

"…… who said that. Are you trying to be a god to me? I thought about it, but I don't want to be a god. God is not the one who listens to prayer, the one who answers prayer."

If I had answered my prayers, at least that poor Ezekiel shouldn't have suffered like this.

'I'm not trying to be a god. "

Van said.

"I just want to be the one to answer my prayers."

"..... you're trying to be more than a god."

Luke smiles closely. He could not tell whether this was half young, old, passionate, or exhausted. It wasn't up to him to judge that.

"Then what are you hesitating about? Without a knife?"

"…… Yes?"

"To answer everyone's prayers, you must at least be able to outrun me."

Luke's knife is tilted. He kept his eyes off Van and said,

"Take the place of the Kingdom's greatest sword. Van."

"All of a sudden..."

"That's the only way to fulfill your dream. The only way to answer people's prayers, save the girl, punish the emperor. If you can't go beyond me, you can't keep asking me for advice..... you can't always get away from that trouble."

Luke's breath is pouring. It feels like, just like the time I encountered Hagan's texts..... the world became a blade and narrowed down towards him. In that mood, Van reflectively grabs the knife and retreats.

There is no way to go beyond that. I still lived so short a time. Luke's history is not something he dares to stand up to. The stronger the day, the further away Luke and the distance between them seemed. Luke knew what a great step he had taken first.

You have to say it doesn't make sense. We have to step back. I have to say it's unavoidable, it's meaningless stubbornness.

But Van didn't.

Hold the knife.

Bend your knees.

After lifting your ankle,

It's up to you.