Sword Whisperer

[They started advancing north.]

"Is your brother in the crowd?"

[Yes. The King also seems to have a clear will to end this expedition.]

"Roger that, Heinzel. Go and stand by. You won't have to wait long. Soon, the battlefield you will be talking to will come to you."

[Receive name.]

The Ghost Knight of the Creepy Appearance gave a thieving example and hid his face. It was an unfamiliar landscape, no matter how often I saw it. Hagan smiles when he sees Avon looking uncomfortable.

"Why is that? Nephew. Soon this uncle will have everything in your hands, but you don't look like Young Sullen."

"…… You can't be happy with what you haven't grasped yet."

"Hmm... Is that really the whole reason? It's not just unpleasant, it's depressing somewhere."

Avon didn't answer. Hagan was the worst contact. Though he seems to be looking at his opponent, in the end, he always finds his sick corner and teases and pinches.

Of course, Hagan didn't care about Avon's silence. He raised my hand and looked at the vibrant skin as if he were looking at an artwork. A loving voice trembled as if intoxicated.

"Do you know how void life is when you can't feel the temperature? I don't know what life is like to wait for tomorrow even though I can't feel any joy.... Maybe it's because I can't accept that there are no ghosts who are maintaining reason."

"Why do you suddenly say that?"

"This warmth keeps people alive. I don't want to lose heat, I don't want to get dressed, I don't want to hurt my skin, I want to get better clothes. I want to get more to get better clothes, and I live as my desire leads me. Life is the process of pursuing desire. Avon. No one can be punished for being faithful to life."

A man who made the North a living hell for his ambitions. A life so full of creeps and desires. But Avon didn't finger Hagan like that. After all, he was no different than Hagan.

"..... You mean uncle. But what I can't stand right now is not the idea that I was greedy."

Avon looks down at an empty fist.

"I wish I could have a king's world, but..... I just think about it."

"… that's quite a greed."

Hagan smiles in amusement, and soon looks to the south. Perhaps, it was in the direction of the expedition.

"There's nothing greedy as you can't have. But, Avon, rest assured. After this last wave, there's nothing you can't hold on to."

How long will it take for the lighthouse to regain its light?

As if waiting, Hegan said in a moody voice, as if time were too slow to stand.

"I will give you the throne."

Seeing Hagan talking so much, Avon wanted to ask. It was certain that Hagan's words were not a lie. He swore by the Holy Spirit. However, if it's not the throne that Hegan really wants....

What will he have?

§

Night.

Even if you don't come to the realm of Silk Night, it has the power to scare people. The night leads a man to seek terror under my bed, to get lost, and to put down all that he had in his hand.

Not to mention the territory of the night. Even though the torches of White Flame were guarding their side, the expedition was hard to shake even though the dirt I was treading on had all sorts of colors, from pink to purple.

But given the horror that the night itself brought, the contents of the expedition itself were quite good. First of all, Van didn't have a chance to pull a knife. As far as Abyss is concerned, hundreds of lighthouses march and emit white flakes, burning everything from night seeds to nobles.

"... it was an easy way."

The main monk looked at the landscape and became good in many ways. In order to rebuild the Sunwoo, we took a step that we couldn't take to restore the home of the lost Northerners, and for no reason had anything to do with them.

I wonder if a person can only care about what happened in front of my feet. It would be better to come late than not to come at all, but nevertheless, the state had no way of shaking its regrets. After all, the kingdom doesn't seem to be a kingdom that looks after everyone.

"I can't blame you."

Van said as he looked at the main source. Walking along a path lined with ash made by white salt, Van said in a quiet voice.

"I can't ask you to shed blood on them to find someone else's home."

"If they had sworn to protect each other's homes, the story would be different. The kingdom should have kept the north. Not a single house, a whole area's gone. Getting it back is slowing down..."

"It must have been scary."

"It's not that I don't understand the scary mind. I also, maybe if the south, the west, or the east became so..... I knew my family would die and it would be hard to say when I went there."

However, I can't help but feel sorry for myself. I know I'm selfish, but I can't make a selfish fool of myself. The best he could do was not to turn that foolishness into hatred.

"I can move Sunwoo's Hand to the library. Wasn't it a lifetime of housekeeping?"

"Yes, it is. Just that I can see this in my life, I'm blessed."

The principal smiled quietly. Trying not to look as hard at foolishness and regret as possible, he looks forward.

"Until the last breath, some of you told me to bring this paddle to the library. The buyers of Sunwoo who wanted to leave my last voice beside the lives of their forefathers could not be counted by this hand. Now they'll close their eyes with peace of mind."

"I don't know how people can leave anything behind."

Eventually, they won't be able to see what that voice has left in the world.

Even if you can't see it, it means something is left behind. Looking at the class thinking about it, the principal quietly raises his hand on his shoulder.

"It looks like you haven't used anything for your hand yet."

"…… I thought I'd be the last one in the world, so I didn't know what else to say. It's weird to make and write, and that doesn't make any sense. Did the Librarian write?"

"Yes, I wrote."

"…… how did you write it?"

Van didn't hide his curiosity. Even after being the Great Sword followed by so many inspectors, there still seems to be a young child in his eyes. The principal said out loud.

"There are many different types of words for a hand. It's the first thing I want to write, and the second thing I need to write."

"Was the Librarian an electron? Was it the latter?"

"You'll know that when I die."

"…… you're awkward."

Van grumbled with a blurred expression. Joowon smiled delightfully as he watched the class. Then I remembered what Eugene had told me. He said that the more he wanted to leave, the older he got, the shorter the words in the paddles.

I thought I wanted to leave a lot of room. Or I wanted to leave less.

It was a nervous expedition. The power of the kingdom, which decided to recover the north, was strong. The seeds of the night, who did not even reach the abyss, had to face death just as they stood out.

Of course, even though it was not an abyss, they had to make contact with monsters close to the disaster, such as the foothills themselves. In the end, however, it could not be a big problem for them either.

They had Vindelheim.

His realm, which holds the light of white salt in everything in the world, made the creature of the night melt like sugar that touched the water at once, regardless of the size of its power.

Of course, the realm should not always be deployed, but the expedition was able to march without great sacrifice, just by standing in front of monsters that could cause damage to the Legion unit, such as the foothills.

After taking the time to ask for sleep, they walked and walked again every day. I went past where I once was, and I turned my back on the mansions that had become bustles. And with the lighthouse like that...... and the closer I got to the Karlsmori Library, Van and Sunwoo's people were worried about one thing.

What attitude will the Royal Army take towards the spirits of Sunwoo?

No, the ball is facing them…… what would you think.

In fact, there was nothing to worry about the spirits of Sunwoo. I've already asked the Royal Army to take care of this. As long as they didn't look at the living, their eyes turned upside down and run, there was nothing wrong.

Rather, the problem was with the living man, the ball. What was the public grudge against the librarians, just because they couldn't defend the library after all the power and knowledge?

It may have been the same for the librarians, not to mention his own about the kingdom. They raised their swords against the expedition and were worried that Miri might be angry.

"What do you think?"

Eugene asked.

"Still, Guardian.... No, you know the Guardian of the Front Line best, don't you? Are you angry?"

"Well, I'd like to ask. When the hell are you gonna fix that sword?"

"Well, well, I can't help it! In the first place, the basic structure of the wallpaper itself is too difficult to understand……"

"I'm joking. I don't have any pressure."

"… but it's a burden. I don't want to see you lose my skills because of me."

"Even if I can do my job because of you, there's nothing I can't do because of you."

"It's a comforting thought, and the idea of being a blacksmith of the Sunwoo family is different."

Either he was responsible in his own way, or he fed Eugene's head half as much as he could with grievances.

"Evil!"

"Stop worrying. If you want to help me. I want to take care of one more thing."

"… so you are also optimistic about the work of the Front Line Defenders?"

"It's not like that. But the Guardian put the knife down. He put all his hatred and anger down. You won't welcome the Empire Army, you won't be hostile."

"Well, that would be nice..."

"Obviously."

The ball didn't love knives. And that was also why he couldn't be the real owner of the Walgum. The sword was a symbol of grief and anguish to him, not a compass that pointed to dreams and futures.

Now there is no reason for him to come and hold the sword against the kingdom. His fight is over. So, there's no way the ball is going to be a problem.

…… That way, Van was mistaken.

It was a story a few days later. The expedition of the kingdom found a man in front of the Karlsmori Library. A man with a branch in his left hand. He said in a harsh voice.

"Today is a holiday."

He treated the army in front of me as if it were a child who had come for a picnic.

"The Karlsmori Library does not welcome you."