Sword Whisperer

"......."

"How are you?"

"Yeah. Well."

"I think I'm losing a little weight."

"If you live by the survey, you don't eat the same food. I might have fallen in love."

"I've always sent letters."

"I know."

"Did you read it?"

"No."

"Yes..."

It's a dry and awkward conversation. Van could not help but feel how to break through this situation, as he had never thought that this atmosphere would flow between Anya and him.

"…… a year was longer than I thought."

In the end, all Van could do was speak in such a bitter voice. It was a voice that my heart could not use. Anya looked back at Van for a moment and immediately felt like something was on her chest.

"It wasn't long enough."

What he meant by that was quite ambitious. Van looked at Anya. Despite a lot of changes, she's as white as she used to be. It will never change as much as its white appearance. I'm angry, I feel good, I feel sad, I get older.....

"It's not so bad to see it this long. It's so good to see you. You look prettier."

"…… if you want me to feel guilty and say so, it's a success. I'm sorry. I heard that."

"Don't be sorry. You don't have to. The situation was just that divided. You're a lighthouse keeper, and I'm the guardian of Sunwoo. If I have to stay away from me to be true to what I have been given to you..... what can I say? Do you want me to follow you because I have more thoughts and intentions than you have?"

"I don't think you're wrong. Van."

Anya's voice was calm. She seemed to have been practicing this conversation for a very long time.

"I just can't walk by your side. You can't live with the lighthouse smiling like the lighthouse doesn't know anything, can you?"

"…… yes. I know."

And so, for a year and a half, he didn't blame her for not having to contact her once. Maybe it was you who disconnected him, but it was Van who made him disconnect. After all, the responsibility for this disconnection rested with Van, not Anya.

"But knowing that, I have no choice but to say,"

Even if Van's dream isn't actually to take the lighthouse hostile, it's like Anya can't walk by Van's side.

Even if Anya doesn't want to walk away together, Van is forced to keep yelling at her. Like a sample of a fabulous corporation.

".... What is he? They call you brother."

I was talking about Kchatu. The desire to change the direction of the dialogue seemed quite blatant, but half was not introverted. Their relationship, no matter how hard they used it, could not be solved right away, and he did not know how powerless it was to hang on to a problem that could not be solved.

"He came to me looking for the meaning of life."

".... The Seed of the Night?"

"Anything can happen at night. Even if you wanted to find the meaning of life, there's nothing strange about it."

"But... I guess so."

"Remember what happened in Pendel. They made peace with the inhabitants of the night. Things were a little different, but I ended up without any problems with them. It's an illusion that night can't be tied to us."

"… then why are we fighting the night?"

Anya was a little weak.

"If they are truly harmonious, if they can be human, why should they fight?"

"Are we going to fight because we can't reconcile?"

Van shrugs.

"I'm not fighting because I can't reconcile. We fight because we have to fight."

"… let's stop. I know I've been talking to you for a long time, but after this conversation, there's nothing left."

"He makes me speak again."

Van laughed as he was raised. Anya sighs and leans on the chair.

"After all, all we can do is fight. A writer who doesn't know whether he's a hagan or a bird poop raised an army at night, and there's no way we can survive without burning it, and what's left of it is, as you say..... we have no choice but to fight."

"Don't get too tired. Perhaps at the end of this war..... a lot of things will still find their place."

"How can you be so sure?"

"…… the beginning of all this chaos was Hagan."

I hesitated for a moment to see if I knew something that didn't seem to make sense, but soon I slowly started to hear from Siraz. It was a story I didn't tell the master, but I could tell Anya. I honestly didn't know that much, but I knew for sure that Anya wasn't the one to be dominated by anger.

It was Hagan. Hagan took out the lighthouse in the north and dragged so many lighthouses and residents of the north to death. All the time she heard that story, she took an attitude that seemed unbelievable, but she knew very well that Van would not lie with this. At the end of the story, Anya shook her lips with a pale complexion in anger and shock.

"What the hell, how could you do that?"

"......."

"There were millions of people in the North. Thousands of lighthouses, my lazy family, were somehow confronted with a rebellious night with the idea of defending the kingdom. By the way, with what qualifications, what do you think..... you can tell me to go away from the light of the lighthouse?"

"I have to meet and ask."

"No, there's no point in asking. We can't talk to non-humans. That writer..... is colder than the monster who came to see you. It's not worth talking to."

Anya was evil at it.

"Before you say a word, I'll burn you."

"…… The expedition will be set up soon."

Van opens his mouth quietly.

"At least this way..... I don't think you have any problem with me."

"Please. The day will be dark, and I need a lighthouse to light the way."

It was an almost deceptive excuse.

"…… good. I'll help you."

However, all she needed was that obvious excuse.

§

I vowed I wouldn't come back. I was confident that I would never step on the threshold of this Pluto again. But now, D'Noa has entered into Pluto himself, even though he has not been drawn into anyone's hands.

In the meantime, Schmidt used all kinds of numbers to summon Dnoa. He also sent a letter full of gifts and wrote a long letter. However, it was for no reason at all that D'Noa came here.

"…… Jakarim was always kind. To me, to Avon."

"I was."

"Did Avon really make all this up?"

"Avon is just chess. ….. But, playing the role of a horse does not make you responsible."

"What does his throne say?"

It was not to speak before the king, but D'Noa was not to cover up what he could not say in the first place. She looks at Schmidt with cynical eyes.

"I guess the king's seat is always for the one who kicked out his brother. People who can't even bear my brother are always on the throne, so it's not strange that this country is always so noisy."

"Avoid words. Princess."

It was Halab who opened his mouth. He has never left Jakarim's Bed since Jakarim fell. It was a disgusting look, but Galet's people were quite famous for being a heartless altruist who couldn't save a human life without anyone. In front of Halab, Denoa was unable to keep a thorny attitude.

"…… I'm sorry. Hahaha. I can't help feeling this way."

"You must be more like the princess, or more than that. Now is not the time for the wounded to bite and pinch each other."

It was theoretical. Dnoa loses her word and looks down at Zacharim without a word. With a cool smile on his face, he saw that he was fighting death with a lot of contusions now. Where is the spirit of Jakarim now? I wonder if I'm in a dream. Or are you struggling alone in this reality, in that gloomy darkness?

Have a good dream. Brother.

The mouth of D'Noa was opened, and the same spirit flowed out as I wished. I don't know how much the Spirit can help him, but that's all she can do.

Dnoa looks back at Schmidt.

"…… I heard that we are preparing to expel the North. At the end of that expedition, you must have your uncle's neck, too, right?"

"Dnoa..."

"I'll help you, too. It may not be a great power, but it seems like it's time for even one more Balagoth to raise his voice."

I hate this house. Despite that, D'Noa was forced to step into a family fight. Destiny is a way to find the owner, no matter how hard you try to overcome it.

"You're not gonna say no, are you?"

My daughter is going to the battlefield, and there is no father to nod.

However, when I saw my sister trying to save my brother, neither did my father tell me to stay still.

The battlefield grew bigger, and Denoa, who didn't even want to get involved with the kingdom and the royal family, came to the forefront of the war himself. But that didn't just happen to Sildan Dnoa. Those who lived far from the commotion, those who were in secret places against the rule of the kingdom, began to gather together in front of the trials in which humanity had common ground.

The Bondi expedition was to be made up of an army of soldiers from the noble family. But even the people who were farming cried out against the night with the farm tools in their hands, and the people of the old north who lost their homeland did not miss the opportunity to reclaim their lost past.

Numerous people began to gather in Citadel. Inns enjoyed an unprecedented boom, and those who lost their places well waited to join the expedition until they became homeless.

It was strange. Reclaiming the North seemed like such an agent, but when people got together, it seemed like it was just a matter of time. Hagan's neck seemed to fall tomorrow, and people focused only on the fruits that would be gained afterwards rather than the pain that war would bring.

The atmosphere seemed to precede the festival, not the war. In front of that atmosphere, Van felt strange. I dare say, people were half crazy. But if I asked if the madness was just bad, I couldn't answer it. Rather than just waiting for the devastation to be frightened, it was a natural story to be able to care about something.

"… why do they look so happy?"

"I'm trying to have fun."

Van answered K'Shatu's question calmly.

"If you think war is what you're doing to survive, all this will be desperate. If you think it feels like punishing the wicked for a better future, for honor, for justice..... it will be more comfortable in many ways."

"But even so, many of them will die."

"You don't want to think of death. K'Shatu. As if you want to believe that Ezekiel will be okay."

In Van's words, K'Shatu could only understand their feelings a little. He also wanted to save Ezekiel through this war. So he also felt the hot vitality that the goal brings, not the fear of death.

"…… the meaning of life."

Having been looking for it for a long time, Kchatu once again put it in his mouth. But is this really possible? It's not like a lot of those people have the same goal at one time. The placenta among them holds a false meaning, and it's worth risking my life, isn't it?

K'Shatu still did not understand what the crowd was going to plant. His appearance of finding himself rather incomprehensible may in many ways be quite a good controversy for philosophers, but they were busy discussing the supposition of the night.

The march started the next day. The teenage gate, of course, involved all noble families, merchants, and warrior tribe elites on the expedition. The night in the north seemed to disappear as if it were a candle in front of the wind.

It's dawn.

Soon, Dong will play.