Sword Whisperer

Pluto greets the old guest and opens the door.

Numerous people led the guest. However, the servant seemed to know the way better than I did, and I was forced to panic by seeing his guests walking ahead without hesitation. And when he saw the guest choking on Jakarim's visit without saying anything, he became even more frightened.

However, Schmidt, who was guarding Jakarim's bedroom, was not a man who cared about such rudeness. Schmidt was silently baptized. Due to the expansion of the Halab area, Jakarim's room was covered with all kinds of mosses and plants as if it were a small garden.

"You're here."

"..... Terrible."

The guest's gaze did not stay in the same room as the garden. The gaze was fixed on Zacharim from the beginning, but there was no way to guess what the thoughts contained in it were. Seeing the mysterious, silent, and chatty man, Schmidt quietly opened his mouth.

"Can you solve it?"

"… I was recognized as the first of Balagoths in the spirit of the curse."

The man who cursed even the woman I loved, who made hundreds of people live the life of a vampire, Eroc said in a bitter voice:

"But now it's the same old saying."

It meant there was no way. At that moment, Schmidt lowered his head, holding his hair without saying a word. Seeing the face of the unexplained pain, Eroc opens his mouth quietly.

"It might be for him to let go."

"..... Do you want me to kill you?"

"In front of the feeling of the whole body rotting in front of death, I don't think I need to tell you which one of them is more desirable to live a lifetime without even saying……… ending the pain."

"I can't do that."

Schmidt's voice trembled. That was my father's voice. Or was it the voice of a wounded floating boy?

"I've already lost one son. You can't lose a single thing left."

"…… selfish."

"I've lived only for the country my whole life. So at least now..... this time, you can be selfish, right?"

"I don't blame you. I'm in no position to do that either."

I couldn't watch the end of the woman I loved, so I lived and died as a monster who could only drink blood for a lifetime. He had already crossed the line a long time ago to discuss morality and wickedness.

"... What a strange curse, by the way."

Eroc looks like a priest who saw something disgusting. When one touches a certain level, one can not only speak the Spirit, but also penetrate the words that make up the world.

Because of that, Eroc was able to easily penetrate the nature of the spirit that was cursing Zacharim.

"You speak such a curse by your own exaggeration...... You're still dangerous."

Usually the power of the curse depends on the relationship with the target. The only reason Eroc was able to use such a powerful curse against Emily right now was because they loved each other that much.

But even though Zacharim had nothing to do with Hagan, the words of Hagan's will easily turned upside down. That means that Hagan has no doubts about the fulfillment of my will.

"My brother was…… different from my childhood."

Balagots that make words come true. Given that it was Balagotra, Hagan was special. No, in a way, he was more gorgeous than anyone. He was royal. He never doubted that everything in this world was his, and that he should bow down before his words.

And that confidence was revealed from the Spirit. Hagan could have moved the mountain in a word. I could have healed all the dying sick. Even if I didn't understand it properly, he believed that I could solve it at any time if I had a heart.

If it wasn't for Balagoth, maybe Hagan was just a paranoid patient, or a kid who didn't know the reality. But Hagan had the power of the Spirit.

"That's what I've been thinking since one day. I think the throne belongs to Hagan, of course. Even though I was his brother, no matter how I thought about it, I was no better than him. Ignoring the royal tradition, I wanted to give Hagan a chance, even if he had a secret." "But the throne is yours."

"...... there have been several incidents."

Schmidt was conceived and did not try to explain the events.

"And I found out that the king, who people need, is not the one who accomplishes everything they say."

And the result, as you can see, is the same as now. Schmidt watches his son groan under the shadow of death. I know. To Jakarim now, life is just pain. In a world where he can't even take care of his consciousness, he's facing a hell of a scare.

Schmidt grabs Jakarim's hand. The curse on Zacharim tried to push him away with a sharp spine, but he didn't mind.

"You can say selfish. Jakarim. Live. Please..... just live."

"......."

Eroc looks down at Zacharim without a word. Did Schmidt's voice really reach Zacharim?

Balagoth, the ruler of horses, is now unable to convey even each other's voices. It was funny and sad again, so Eroc took his eyes off Schmidt's back.

At a time when Zacharim could not be saved, the reason Eroc remained in Citadel was gone. But why? At the moment of exiting the gates of Pluto, he snatches his gaze from the view of Citadel, which looks down the cliff.

Citadel had more gloomy hopes than ever. I would have moved my feet thinking it wasn't his thing, but somehow I couldn't do it today.

"Munet."

Eroc put his name in his mouth, without even knowing it. What are you going to do now? What do you want to talk about? She had already found her own path and left. Come now and show yourself in front of it, it's just a nasty old light of inspiration.

Eroc looks down at Citadel's street for a long time. Find a street where no one can be found. Maybe somewhere, I saw that street when I was holding a mutette.

And he turned around. I stepped back toward the door of Pluto. Yes. There's nothing I can do about meeting Munet. But at the end of my exhausted life, for her who had been a comfort for a while..... can't you do a gift?

The virtues of the old man are no different.

Preparing the world for a young man to live.

§

What is hunger?

The most popular class at the Citadel Academy, "What is an article?" is a frequently asked question. Van thought of Gigi that way at the time. It's a miracle that a craftsman makes early in the day.

It's not that he's wrong, but he still doesn't understand the essence of the term. No, actually, even the professor didn't really know what it was.

Strange thing. The examination, which repeated the stabbing, gave rise to a stabbing that was so fast that it was invisible.

Some young man who repeated running became able to run even water from a certain moment.

What the hell makes that possible?

"The life of the prosecutor is the process of finding and defending my stubbornness."

Around the perimeter of the meditation-submerged class, Luke said in a sinking voice.

"Through stabbing, through slashing, through shedding, you will learn to put forth your stubbornness in this world. And furthermore, I would have given that stubbornness even the rules, even the ideas."

That way, Van tore the night sky to find the sun.

"Then what should you pursue now?"

"…… what?"

"Remember the power of Hagan. Van. Do you really think that when he wielded the sword of the letter to you, he had all sorts of thoughts beyond him?"

"Not really. His power was…… primitive and violent."

"But he was that strong."

How frightening a man who wields words can be, Hagan testified to his own existence. Without going through the bridge of thought, Hagan brought everything I said to reality with a fanatical level of faith.

"Can you ring or not? It's not like that, if you just want to cut it, you cut it. Texted thoughts are no longer void. After all, your sword will discern everything on its own, as your life tells you."

It was a difficult story, but I had to carve it out. Luke wasn't talking right now.

8-Star.

"…… I asked the Duke. He said that if you reach 8 stars, the realm will not be a realm."

"Realm is not the face of the world, but your world. But 8 stars is different. You don't have your own world……"

The world becomes yours.

Hearing Luke's words, Van quietly raises his body. There's only one knife with glass. I couldn't see her face, but I could feel that she was concentrating on the nerves that came with him and preparing to confront Luke.

"Ready."

Of course, I couldn't beat Luke half the day either.

There was no time. And half had to be strong. The tragedy that was prevalent in this world simply by catching Hagan will not disappear in a single day. It is an overly optimistic idea to see Hagan as the source of all this evil.

However, it is also certain that the world will fall into a bigger den if we don't catch the hagan.

Van takes Sunwoo's hand out of his arms. At the half-hearted woodwork, he still couldn't find out what he wanted to say. Even though there seems to be too many voices in my head, oddly enough, I couldn't find a single voice.

"Senior."

"Yes."

"Am I in a hurry?"

"Yes."

"..... I can't believe it."

Van smiles with a slaughter. He curled up with the glass in his arms.

"Hagan is unforgivable."

"I don't forgive you either."

"I made Ezekiel do that, made my family look like this, and..."

"You know enough for a reason."

"..... why should I be satisfied? I didn't think it was such a promising expression."

"Humph, my mule."

The glass shoots freshly. Van looked at the glass like that and asked.

"Why aren't you talking to people so well when you can make a voice like this?"

"You do it sometimes."

"You know, sometimes..... Are you talking with a knife or something?"

Van asked carefully. Glass decided to remain a sword for Van, even though she could choose human life. It was still an elusive choice to come and think about now. Van asked.

"I don't think I'm that trustworthy."

"Not hot, not hot. But you can't help it. So you have to keep it by your side. I'm your senior. That is also a grim question."

"I don't think you need to emphasize that you're a creepy senior."

"Shut up."

It wasn't that much of a conversation. But Van needed such an empty conversation. After giving and receiving words that only came and went for a long time, Van said quietly.

"When you're done with Hagan, you'll still feel better, won't you? The world has changed."

"... I'm sure it is. But it won't be over. This is how you float."

"I wish I had some stems."

It was a peaceful time before the war. Van spent every day like that. Talked to people, learned knives from Luke, and often went to Eugene to check on the condition of the wallpaper.

But just as it proves that there is an end to everything, that peace has not lasted long. It was about two days after that.

Supply was reported to Citadel.

It was reported that there was an attack on the southern lighthouse.