Sword Whisperer

"…… what is it?"

"Was the librarian of the Sunwoo family still here?"

"That doesn't make any sense. It wasn't a ghost……"

A whistling voice came from everywhere. Even though they were able to move their steps anywhere else in the city, they came to the Karlsmori Library by birth.

If I let it go like this, I didn't know it would be a misunderstanding. Therefore, the master approached the ball first before someone threw a harsh word.

"Long time no see, ball."

"... I see. Juwon."

"You still have a knowledgeable face. But the library is closed, so I never heard of it."

"I wish I could hear it now. Go back."

"Do you have to go back to me?"

"Why did you think it wasn't?"

The authority to run the Karlsmori Library is vested in the Chief Librarian. And there was only one principal librarian. Nevertheless, the ball was not hesitant when he said to go back against the master.

"Can't you accept me as a librarian?"

"There's nothing like a librarian in this library. It's been like that for 20 years."

The ball replied unshakeably. The confident eyes did not seem to be overwhelmed by such anger. Just as quietly discussing the truth, the principal didn't even like to argue.

However, I only took out a word like a plea.

"You brought the Hand of the Dead."

"......."

At that moment, the ball's eyes were also forced to shake. It belongs to the Faran Bondi Library of Sunwoo. Whether they were closed or not, the Hand of the Dead had to go through the library at any moment.

"Even when you can't rest."

"... can I come in?"

"There's only one defeat that can come in."

It was the moment the ball finished talking like that. People began to walk out one by one in the library. Of course, not everyone was alive. Seeing people stand back in front of a horde of ghosts, not at night, the ball's eyes became even more silent.

"Leave the paddle and go back."

The library is not yet a guest time.

§

"...... so much."

Eugene makes a voice. She came to the nose of the Karlsmori Library, hoping that she would not be able to enter it.

"I don't understand. We haven't been able to find a library in a while, so you should be angry. But we, what the hell could he have done? Did we have to punish even the night when we couldn't reveal ourselves openly to the kingdom? What the hell do you want from us?"

"Well. The thing is, you bought every day of the night that all Sunwoo couldn't even touch."

"Well, it's..... but it is."

However, Eugene was uncomfortable.

It was not such a big deal not to welcome the Expeditionary Force of the Carlsmori Library. There were many places where the expedition stayed, not the library. Rather, it was that the spirits of Sunwoo remained in the library.

"Now that you're going to have a conversation, it's going to work."

"May I speak to you?"

"After all, what he needed was nothing else."

You don't need a grand title, you don't need a great fortune. All he needed was a dialogue.

Eugene decided to stay here. It wasn't just Eugene. Quite a few of the members of the Sunwoo family who participated in the expedition chose to build a medium-sized seriousness here. It was their home for 20 years. Of course, there were not many memories of this hometown, or those who did not, but the Carlsmori Library certainly had something that seemed to catch their soul.

"Wall Sword, I'll fix it as soon as I can. Comfort."

"There's nothing to be afraid of."

"We have to be burdened!"

Eugene stubbornly replied.

"I don't think you're holding a knife without the burden of it."

It was undeniable. Van stepped on Eugene's shoulders without saying a word and left. Somewhere, with a upset expression, the sun soon came upon Eugene, who was hesitant. Eugene looks up at him, and Kim looks down at the ground again.

"Why don't you pretend to know?"

"Why me."

"..... I only want to be close to Brother Van."

The circle whimpers and wanders around Eugene. Eugene sighs as he squirms through the glowing window.

"I wish I could. I'm glad I could be bottled up with a little help. To a boarding school adult."

"…… how do you know if there will be nothing insignificant?"

"Don't be mad. I'm so jealous."

Eugene sighs and looks down at the palm of my hand. The hand holding the hammer for a long time was stiffened everywhere, but the stiffening was not working properly with at least half a monthly sword.

"I'm not helping."

"I'd say no, but, um, honestly, it doesn't really help."

"…… yes. So go. I want to be a little shaky on my own."

"Don't tremble together, Cheongwon. This side, too, is only of insignificant help, so I think I deserve it."

Eugene glances over without saying a word. The fog brazenly sits beside her and laughs.

"I saw you and realized something."

"Well."

"If you try to chase them, they're far away."

"... so you can afford it?"

"Don't blame yourself."

The sun shrugs.

"The world is getting better. I came to the library in my dreams, with the expedition of the kingdom. Soon the lighthouse will burn again, and the world will go back to the way it was supposed to."

"But we must also wage war."

"How long has there been an era without war? A war between princes. A war between families. War of ideology and ideology. There's always a war. It's just another cause, another name flipped over. If you're going to have to pay anyway, why don't you just stop hesitating and fight back?"

"…… It's too easy to say war. And then you die?"

"Am I the one to die so easily?"

"A little?"

"You're making an absurd misunderstanding."

Eugene kicks and laughs at the four-year-old. And it was a while later. Eugene raises his body. She said with a slight frowning.

"Yes. Whatever you say, there will be a war, and I will fight mine. Thank you. Stab. I'm going to fix the Wall Sword."

"Ah, that's good…… hey, wait!"

Eugene's heart became impatient, and Eugene stepped on the steps of those who heard the call. Looking away from her back, the illusion mutters in a shrieking voice.

"…… this time again, Sylphan."

§

'I have an old idea.'

Guarding the front of the Karlsmori Library, the ball was wet for a while. Lots of people wandered around the Karlsmori Library, stabbing back and forth when their eyes met the ball. I used to do this all the time. There were countless tourists and scholars who wanted to enter the library, and the ball was sometimes an armed librarian and became an eye for surveillance so that they could not do such nonsense.

"I thought you let go of the knife."

I heard a familiar voice. The ball didn't turn its head. It's been a long time since I knew he was coming. With such a cleverly organized energy, Luke was all but half.

"I didn't hold the knife. Can't you see?"

"Depending on who's holding it, a sword becomes a wooden scepter, and a branch becomes a sword."

Van smiles as he looks at the branch in the ball's hand. The ball's mouth did not move. He was still looking at Van with a blunt expression. But Van knew he laughed.

"Are your hands empty?"

"…… As I said, I don't have a knife."

The ball replied in a calm voice. Exhausted by the weight of life, the man had a voice that was quite age-appropriate.

"But I just didn't let go of my life."

"I thought you wanted to let go."

"I don't have anything to hold on to, so I want to hold something again. But this hand doesn't seem to hold unless it's like this."

The ball laughed. This time it was a laugh anyone could see.

"So I'm working hard, slowly, releasing it."

"I'm cheering. You know what?"

"Ugh, the unstoppable one."

"Why do you want to expel people? Not that I don't understand, but the kingdom is trying to wash away my mistakes sooner or later."

"That's not for the North."

"…… but it's not."

"But I didn't stop them because of that nasty repulsion. The Karlsmori Library should not be open now."

"….. How is that so?"

"Remember the Karlsmori Library that was locked up at night, it would be nice to have at least one."

The Karlsmori Library, now guarded only by ghosts, has lost what it was originally supposed to have. And so I don't want to show this to anyone.

Van listens to the sincerity of the ball, so I felt sorry for him. But I didn't have to apologize. What the ball needed was not an apple.

"…… did you speak well with the Chief Librarian?"

"You've changed a lot."

"I guess you didn't like it."

"So I fell apart."

The ball said in a void voice.

"Because I wanted to know what, who, why I hated."

"......."

I dared not take any advice from him easily. He doesn't know the past of the ball. I don't even know what kind of vanity he's feeling right now. So he said the future.

"The lighthouse will be lit."

"He said so."

"The Karlsmori Library will regain its old glory, and Sunwoo will find my home. A lot of displaced people will return to the north."

Van looked up at the sky. Maybe the ball was also looking at the sun, and it was in its eyes.

"The end of the tragedy is near."

"…… you don't know the Abyss."

"Is that a problem?"

"Abyss tells us where the light can't reach."

The ball said quietly.

"That means you haven't had a real night."

Van had several conversations with the ball that day. I asked a lot and talked a lot. And the next day, he had to go back on the journey without the birds properly loosening the distribution.

It's not long before the lighthouse. It was increasingly ironic that the closer I got to the lighthouse, the closer the abyss got, but Van couldn't afford to care less about that.

The ball said, Abyss is a place where no light reaches.

And Van seemed to be able to understand it properly now.

"Lighthouse Keepers, let the White Flame shine!"

"Guides don't spare firewood, burn the night!"

"Look at the ground! There are monsters in Jesus!"

The commanders shouted everywhere. There was also a limit to Nahar's white salt pushing everything away. Their whiteness, which burned everything in front of their eyes, seemed to be relatively weak in Abyss. White Flame swallowed the darkness with fire. An orderly night air caused numerous soldiers to complain of abdominal pain and fever.

And it was when the 'army' appeared that it did not leave so many steps to the lighthouse.

There are enough to call it the army, but too many irregular groups stand in their way. On the ground, in the sky, in the swamp.

Lighthouse keepers exerted white-salt more intensely than ever before, but the night was also darker than ever. I felt like I was facing the night sky, not the army. Their existence was awkward, indisputable, and at the same time distant.

Soldiers.

However, now they had to walk towards those who were so far away.

Advance.

Van grabbed the knife. Owen said he has the power to summon Dong.

Owen wasn't wrong. Van is the guy who brings Dong.

Make a man to finish the night.