Sword Whisperer

Galette doesn't sleep.

They are the ones with infinite life force. Given that they are asking for sleep deprivation, it would be undeniable that there is no reason for them to ask for sleep deprivation.

In that sense, it's quite amusing that Galette, who doesn't have to sleep, invests her time in meditation. Why do they meditate? Just as ordinary people encounter themselves unconscious in their dreams, they also need time to drown in the swamp of my consciousness.

Or does it make their souls exhausted in a day that lives without ceasing to think?

Meditating is not a problem in itself. But for what reason are so many galettes sold out in meditation without anyone being excluded?

When asked those questions, Galet's people used to answer here in a flat tone, with no one to exclude.

"It's just a tradition."

Of course, other than simply following tradition, they took the time of meditation quite differently, but no one wanted to analyze their tradition in depth. The kingdom was always noisy, and people said, 'Why does Galet love meditation?' I could easily find much more nutritious problems.

But that was someone else's story. Galet's obsession with meditation was, of course, the hottest of galettes. And as I said, they were those who had meditation time instead of sleep every day.

"Meditation is the time of night."

Someone said so. It was a controversial argument, but the one he added was quite reasonable. In the world of meditation that begins with the end of their 'day', which is bound by all kinds of common sense and laws, they were able to unfold their imagination endlessly in a world without any special constraints other than 'language'.

It may be natural for me to be tired of a day of common sense, rules, and knowledge. Even if you are an older adult, you can have a dream that doesn't really work, which means you can't help but feel as young as you want to be free from this world.

By the way, Galette has not been so hostile about the night since long ago. Of course, we have to bring the age of night, and it was not favorable enough to put forward such extreme arguments. However, everything in the day could be worth it because there was a night. Not a silk philosopher, it was a simple feat that could easily be realized, but they knew it a little deeper than others.

And so, Galet's people could see this war from a different perspective. The creatures of the night are not just evil creatures, but they may be one of the things that their unconsciousness is taking, and when they think about it, they feel more fear than they have to take because of their perspective.

"Slept."

Galet's boy, Raymin, thought. It couldn't be. Since he was born, Raymin has no recollection of sleeping. I never felt sleepy. However, looking at that bustling army of night, a dark night as dark as a dark room with a fire out wrapped around him, Raymin felt like he had to close his eyes and fall asleep without knowing why.

"Remember this moment. Raymin."

It was then. Thick hands were placed on his shoulders. His father across the monastery was looking at the army at night with a serious expression. Raymin could have guessed what he was thinking. He will think of the lives that will be lost at the end of this war before it begins.

"What to remember."

It was clear that Raymin was a brilliant boy in that he didn't answer vaguely, "Yes." Raymin's father looked down at Raymin for a moment. Raymin was convinced that there was also love in his brilliant eyes.

He replied.

"Remember the things that you remember."

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Which of the teenage gates is the strongest family?

Some will answer Nahar, others will answer Balagotha. However, the majority of people will eventually say that it is the early family after a little hesitation.

The answer does not necessarily support a great calculation. The blessing of the Seconds is power. Symbolic of power, this family that pursues power leaves an intense impression in people's heads without knowing it. Right away, the Seconds are the strongest.

That's not so wrong. The ability of the Early Family is in some ways more specialized in combat than Nahar's White Flame. The situation at night may be a little different, but the devastating power of the Secondary Family leaves day and night and creates one law by its very existence.

If you get hit by the fist of a second, it will hurt.

It will hurt to be hit by the leg of the seconds.

What Cho wants to destroy will never last.

The same goes for chops to tear and erect.

No one wants to disagree with the Early Family for that reason. They don't think long. Fight if you have to. It's not a matter of seconds to think about whether or not there's a way to fight. They have the power.

And the Battle of the Ghost seemed to tell us what the spirit of the 'seconds' was, without hiding it.

The judgment of the armed forces took place in Chalna. As much as reading the flow of power, no one here could follow the spirit. Despite Schmidt's cry to march, the spirit felt that there was still hesitation in the expedition's mind. I didn't feel it when I saw it. As soon as he learned that the milk in his mouth was broken, he read the horror that the expedition was carrying from the texture of the air that touched his skin.

It's not to blame. The army of the night was certainly bizarre. Some had spider legs on their trunks, like orphans in a pot, and some rolled up dozens of eyes and looked at them. And if there were such gross and horrible people, there was also a woman with such a delicate complexion. Although the ordinary man had three times the height of a man, the distant distance between them made her look more prominent.

I am not a fighter. No, it's not something you'll be facing in the first place. The expedition came from the day and found out what night meant. It is neither a matter of life nor death, nor a matter of power. Just, you shouldn't be by my side.

It was a very sophisticated kind of terror, and it was distant. And so the spirit stuffed the ground before they raised the horror. As I said, the nobles of the night who were winged against him in the air ran with a wild laugh.

[Kxixixixishi, the sky is my realm!]

However, death was not a realm of the spirit. The nobles, who might have blown their names from the abyss, suddenly fell into a mass of coconut milk just by approaching the armed forces.

The army of the night did not panic. From the seed to the nobility, they were the ones who have risked their lives so far in the abyss that anything could happen. By that, I mean that I can do my best in any situation.

However, sometimes even the best is lacking.

The spirit did so right away.

Kugueueung! It sounded like an earthquake. The expedition didn't even know what was going on. But I felt the ground they were stepping on.

The next moment, the ground went out.

There seemed to be a sudden giant hole in the world. Even though the monsters of Abyss have been through all the prenatal periods, there was no business to lose the ground that supported me. Hundreds of monsters fell down at once, and the same landscape unfolded everywhere the spirits blew away.

[Stop him!]

[Dammit, what a human being..!]

If the spirit's intention was to march the expedition, he failed. In front of the surreal landscape, the expedition forgets its horrors, but not even the moment it marches. Of course, not everyone did. The lighthouse keepers did not panic as at any time, and the druids of Eustein ran like wolves, assimilated into the darkness.

Potter's alchemists set fire to a sack of poisonous cannonballs, and early family warriors followed my household's lead.

And when I saw the back of so many people in front of me, the expedition started moving later. It's not fear, it's excitement.

"You bastards!"

"Behind you, Ji!"

"Ouch!"

The Dark Ages. Was this the war of warriors who fought at night to build the Kingdom of Light?

The Spirit is engraved in the world. Even the light soars before the darkness, and the druids melt easily into the darkness as though they had been living at night.

The soldier spears with all his might. It was the first time I had used a weapon in this war, but the spear pierces only the hard air. Before he stabbed me, it was because the martyr of the House of Seconds blew away the bull monster with his fist.

The soldier picks up the spear. The war is so confusing because I feel shriveled. He turns his eyes again and picks the opponent to poke the spear again. I can see a wart clumping together a soldier at once. Somehow a familiar spider. Maybe it's a wart that came out of a nightmare when he was a kid. Instead of the eyes, the wart with the dog and monkey's face swung forward. Maybe he sat by his side and ate, a soldier who didn't know his name died.

Enemy set. Take a trembling step. Once you start running, you can't stop your feet. Tear that wart's stomach apart with a spear, or get hit in the reverse. Either. At that time, the face of a monkey with a wart's eye stares at him. But it's too late. Now he can't stop. The window is extended, and the wart is close. Maybe he's faster. Before the wart turns around, his spear will scold his gut.

…… It was a misfortune. Chang didn't miss it. But nothing pierced that boat. As soon as he hit the ship, the window snapped like a rock. It was fortunate not to miss, but I felt my wrist cut. The wart was now looking at him.

The front foot of the wart rises. I think, what would be the best number. But soon I realize. Before he even judges, that forefoot will shoot him. You will never see Yenifer's face again. The window stretches powerlessly. The wart swung forward.

The next moment, the wart's neck fell.

"Wake up!"

It was an unnamed article. He utters his profanity to him with a harsh impression, and leaves behind a soldier who is still shaking his face and runs forward. Immediately, he was caught in a man-made vessel that flew out of the sky and soared into the air. A swiftly swung blade cut off the forge's foot, but he was already high. He rolls down to the ground like he's in pain.

You have to save it. Soldiers start running. I run knowing it won't help. Luckily, he didn't notice any monsters until he touched him.

"Are you all right?"

"…… Khh, shh, shh, shh. You're the only one looking."

"No! I will support you!"

The soldier pushes himself under the knight's shoulder. His spear is not enough to kill a monster. But his shoulders can save one's life. The soldier puts down the spear. But now that he put down the window, he was rather looking more soldier.

But the soldier didn't walk long. He didn't notice any monsters until he reached the Knight, but not on his way to the therapist. One of the dizzy adult bowheads was a bigger monster. A single head might confuse a monster or a soldier, but his body was full of all kinds of mosses and craters.

Eyes meet, static flows. The monster roars and hears his fist, and the next moment the soldier throws the knight's body aside. The knight vomits blood as if his insides were twisted by an impact thrown on the ground.

And the soldier became blood. No one was alive until just now. The young man who missed Yenifer will now remain a target of yearning.

A knight sitting on the ground sees the corpse of a soldier who has not even retained a human figure. A spark splashes in his eyes, leaving a rib against the bone of his left leg, and perhaps the right shoulder bone dislocated, and he rushes to the monster with a knife in his unfamiliar left hand.

Raymin stares at all those scenes. And I realize what my father said three times. He said, "Remember what you remember. Raymin finds out what his father didn't say. War is unforgettable. That's why it's war. He won't forget that the soldier who tried to save the knight is dead. I will not forget the man who left his friend's body in front of him, crying and throwing himself in the middle of the enemy camp.

And I probably won't forget this now either.

An apple tree was growing on the battlefield.

It was a strange landscape that could only happen at night, but no one thought it was the night's.

The tree was shining with sunlight.