Sword Whisperer

"They were the seed of the night."

The lighthouse's messengers did not hesitate to call them the 'army'. That was not a natural phenomenon, like the massive movement of bison. Half the mad ghosts, of course, even the monsters who didn't have Izzie knocked on the walls of the lighthouse.

"Has Hagan been confirmed to be in command?"

"No. All we could face was an army of night seeds."

"Then are you sure it's Hagan's army? Is it just a coincidence, or is it impossible?"

Sire, I've lived my whole life in a lighthouse. But this has never been seen before. I can't dare to tell you whether it's the emperor's army or not, but one thing I can be sure of is that something very troubling is going on. "

It's time to keep your eyes on the lighthouse.

In the words of the Messenger, Schmidt opens his eyes with a tranquil expression. I knew there was going to be a war, but I didn't think it would be too soon. No matter how long Hagan has been preparing for this rebellion, I thought it would take him time to regain his body and regain his strength.

'.... How did you get here so fast?'

"What about the enemy army?"

It was Moon Moon who asked the question. The messenger politely bowed his head and replied.

"It wasn't a battle that was risky. Under the light of the lighthouse, they couldn't pull a tooth at us once, and they all burned."

"…… did you have a battle you can't win?"

She touched her beard with a strange expression. In front of his eyes, many futures seemed to twist around. But his prophecy does not contain the most important opponent, Hagan.

Moon Moon, after a very long time, felt that it was difficult to make a judgment. Scale up everything that is going to happen in the future and choose the side that has a little less sacrifice. However, he did not know the outcome of the judgment to be summoned, so he had little understanding of the minds of those who live today.

The principal said.

"If this is what the emperor did, the emperor won't hide that he has an army. No, it seems rather close to what I want to show you."

"What can you get from him?"

"Maybe it's about wanting to divide the kingdom, maybe it's about wanting people to fall out of fear."

"I'm sure there's a war going on."

Schmidt hasn't said a word in a while. And he slowly raised his eyes and said in a loud voice:

"We must hurry to convene the expedition. I have to retake the North."

He said so and looked back at the messenger.

"Well done, Nahar. No."

"Outrageous, Your Majesty."

Anya lowered her head. Because the night is coming. Her white posture caught everyone's eye in the pavilion somehow. Lighthouse keepers became their hope at night.

As I was about to reveal you everywhere, people felt a vague relief as they looked at whether or not the skin seemed to glow. Just as Nahar has always been white, the lighthouse will also always be built, and the night will always stay outside the lighthouse. Such vague, unfounded relief.

Ascending Pluto, Anya curled up the feeling of her gaze. They seemed confident that they would not get lost in front of the night they would be pushed away just by the existence of a dormitory keeper.

In fact, lighthouses in Nahar have been a common sight nowadays. It is the deepest night that the lighthouse is worthwhile. Citadel, furthest from night, feared night more than anyone else. From the humble to the noble, the people who met her stopped stepping without anything to do and gave her an example.

Anya felt the coercion that hid behind that respect. 'I give you an example when you defend this country.' It also means, in a way, that you must protect this country. The clandestine pressure wasn't suffocating, but it was a little frustrating.

'There must be a half. In this city. In this land.'

I thought so and I circled somewhere. A letter came from Van periodically. But Anya did not read him, nor did she reply.

He dreams of a world without lighthouses. No, it's not.

Vindelheim's voice was still good. He was as angry as a man who had been greatly insulted, but at some point he had a loving look like a child who had heard such a sweet fairy tale.

I didn't do it in color, but the dream made me nervous. But it shouldn't be? We wait for the lighthouse. Until the moment the lighthouse collapses, our consciousness must be in a place that protects it purely. A world without lighthouses, possessed by such sweet and naive stories.......

I know.

Anya understood Vindelheim. I knew that Van's dream was right and great, because he was right by Van's side. But just because his dream was right, he couldn't dream of a world without lighthouses.

We must protect the lighthouse.

Vindelheim said like a spell.

When the world comes that doesn't need lighthouses, you can live a little lazy. But at least until such a world comes, it must not be shaken by a mere dream. No, don't forget. We wait for the lighthouse.

"Protect the lighthouse..."

She walked the street muttering like that. Whenever her gaze touched, people stopped walking and gave examples or smiled. And I was in the middle of it. Among the people in her sights, there was something strange about the poison.

He was making a corpse-like face. But Anya's gaze on his face was not simply due to the murmur he emitted. He frowned at the moment, starting with the sword tied to his waist and looking through all his clothes. It's a face in memory. Obviously, somewhere.......

Night.

Pendel.

A creature with a human form.

"......!"

Anya's reaction was quick and seasoned. K'Shatu's face felt a little different than then, but the lighthouse experience helped him to be sure he was the same monster he was then.

It was not over the safe walls of the lighthouse where she had been for the past year. She acts as an investigator and burns many monsters directly from the realm of the night.

A place where you can attack with spikes even if you step on them. Surviving there meant being able to react without hesitation under any circumstances.

K'Shatu felt a tremendous heat boiling with a sharp enemy. His reaction was also reassuring. He turns around with a knife in his hand. Then, Anya's neck, which held the glorious white salt, faced him as if it were a pillar of the Temple.

"!"

I can't stand it. A long time ago as a resident of the night led him to measure the power of White Flame. If you try to stop it or hit it, it will crumble like a moth.

K'Shatu turned around and barely avoided the wand. However, Anya's wand twists her head like a serpent, aiming for K'Shatu's side. K'Shatu could not help but see a piece of white flame passing through his leg, though the piercing was twisted like a thunderstorm.

"All of a sudden...!"

"You've got more horses. Hagan sent you? No, there's nothing to answer."

Anya's eyes sparkled cool. It was only the lighthouse that had been lit up for a long time.

"I'll start the conversation after I've baked you in half."

"You, at that time..."

K'Shatu hurriedly slams the knife rather than the horse. I remember a woman who grabbed him at night and dragged him to the Revolutionary Army. She handled the same smelly white flakes.

There was no time to explain the situation. The white flakes that constantly tried to burn him were so elaborate as to make fun of him. Even a little more concentration was not enough.

'Why do you always...!'

Can't the world leave him alone? K'Shatu bites his lips. An unexploded cry begins to cast a strange black energy on his blade. Anya further strengthened her pressure as she looked at him. I could feel the energy. A sword that has taken countless lives.

How the hell did the monsters get here? Unknown. First of all, before this beast did anything harsh, it would be right to have a conversation with his limbs.

I don't know why, but luckily K'Shatu didn't want to take hostages or do anything about it. All the seeds of the night were prepared to have their own laws, so it was not unusual. What was really strange was how you could stand in the sun like a human being.

Anya pulls more White Salt. From the time of the Progenitor, I felt a white salt in her blood emanating from all over me. There is no damage to the surroundings. Her White Flame only burns what she wants. Night. Burning her lighthouse with fire is enough at night.

Faced with Anya's whiteness, K'Shatu felt more pain than her skin burned, facing her whiteness, as if your appearance had become human. The world seemed to tell me. In the end, your existence is like sin, so it is up to you to be afraid and punished in front of the light.

'.... Should I quit?'

Kchatu thought so at the moment.

I was born of sin, so I didn't have to die a sinner. But maybe that's the idea, and Ezekiel said, "God wants to bring this to an end." Death may be the only thing he can do for this world.

K'Shatou lost Ezel and lived like a dead man. The weakened will made him unleash his power in his hands. His arms were stretched out, and K'Shatu stood defenselessly in front of Anya's white salt. Anya's eyes were in doubt at the moment, but it was too late. White Flame seemed to swallow K'Shatu right away, and if it was swallowed.....

"Ah."

Stupid admirer.

And, blooming trees.

A tree blooming from the air sculpted white flakes that seemed to burn K'Shatu in no time. When she saw hundreds of petals flying up to the sky, Anya had a dark face. A swordsmanship I know. It's a tree I know.

"…… Van."

"What are you doing? No."

Van laughed bitterly.

If I'm gonna hate my brother, I want you to just end up bullying me. "

"…… is this your brother?"

"Why. What's the problem?"

"No, he, he, he..."

Because it was an unexpected encounter. Anya panicked and couldn't find out what to say. Seeing those who had fled the fight lay their heads and looked at them, Van calmly looked at him.

"Long time no see."

A year is a long time.

During that long time, they did not have one short conversation.

"I'll explain everything."

For a long time, Van said he had a lot to tell her.