Sword Whisperer

The apple tree stays in the sunlight even when the sun is invisible. Contrasting and confusing was the perfect landscape for the night.

People immediately noticed whose work the apple tree was. Van summoned an apple tree field in the war against the Revolutionaries, an anecdote that was already so famous that even a young child knew.

However, the situation was urgent because he was admiring it. The army of the night was not neglected without preparing for the day with them.

They did not want to confront Van's apple tree branch. Breaking the branches did not mean that the trees would die, and above all, looking at the sunlight filled with branches seemed to turn their insides upside down.

To bring this war to victory, the first thing to be defeated was someone else, not half. Van's knife was dangerous. Van was a more fitting prosecutor than anyone else. His blade, which crosses time and space, law and chaos, was able to confront hundreds and thousands of enemies at once.

Even the sword remained in the power of the sun, and as for the nobles of the night, subduing and killing Van had to take precedence over them.

It was strange. It was always up to the lighthouse to fight the night, but at this moment, half the people in the night were more afraid than anyone else. Without having a white flame, Van was the lamp that made the night clearer than anyone else.

So, they ran to Van. It did not obscure the means and methods. They may appear strange and ridiculous and threatening to bite even half of the blood vessels that have emerged from the sky, Jesus, or even the corpses of their dead allies.

It was followed by unpredictable attacks. No matter how skilled a knight might seem, they would dig like evil and see Van's blood.

However, none of them were able to achieve their purpose.

'.... What is it?'

Raymin blinks. The eyes of a young man who did not take off his tee do not understand what I witnessed. I had to. Half seemed to have grown to a dozen at a time.

He slashes, slashes, stabs, stops, jumps, bows, bends his back, bends his legs, twists his body.

And it was literally simultaneous. Raymin couldn't even understand what I saw. But I was more fortunate to be able to stop at something I couldn't understand. The monsters who attacked Van had to sacrifice my life in exchange for not understanding.

From a monster that was as narrow as a mosquito, to a monster that looked like a giant, the twenty-three seemed to have been torn into dozens of pieces and flew through the sky like the inertia that ran to Van.

It may be a relatively less eye-catching gesture compared to earthquakes everywhere. However, Van showed such usefulness, yet he did not destroy the apple tree field he had planted on the battlefield.

He didn't even look like he was overreacting. While dealing with the monsters that struck me, his eyes were as if nothing had happened. Raymin wanted to keep staring at that class, but soon he couldn't. The convoyed wounded were in front of him. He was here as a therapist, not an audience.

It was a chaotic war, just like the enemy. A companion who had just fought beside him opens his throat at the end of his death. The flying worms that didn't even care about it stick together and eat the healthy one at a time.

Faced with such confusion, Balagoth Schmidt glances through the battlefield with a serious glance.

"…… I can't see Hagan. Moon Moon Lord."

Moondale watches the battlefield without saying a word while guarding Schmidt's side. It was strange. The Balagoths were throwing up so many words at this moment, constraining the night's movements.

To overcome that disadvantage, Hagan had to show up and do something. No, considering the horror of the spirit that Hagan holds, his presence could have been a level card that flipped the foreground, not a level that overcame the disadvantage.

But I can't see Hagan.

What does that mean?

"That's all the future I've ever seen. Your Majesty."

Moondale admitted honestly. He could not make any more significant prophecies. The deeper the turmoil on the battlefield, the greater the number of future battlefields will also be, and will rarely be able to catch the reed.

Even his prophecy was obtained without putting the existence of Hagan in the equation. Given that all this happened because of Hagan, all the things that Moonlight prophesies now are half the same.

"…… The Lord doesn't see the future, so now I feel stubborn. I've always lived in the future, not the present."

If any choice can be made to see the impact it will bring on the future, people will eventually be forced to live in a future that is not the present. Some might say that making a faithful choice in the future is a faithful choice in the present, but as a lifelong position, Schmidt was able to say no.

If you let one child die now, let's say in 10 years, a hundred people will live because of it. If saving a child is going to kill a hundred people, can they really save it?

Schmidt has always made the choice to let him die.

That is why he let the Sunwoo family overturn the Five. It was because of the prophecy. The North was destroyed, and the Sunwoo family was angry. If they had left them alone, they would have come to the end of dividing the kingdom because of the doubts contained in the royal family.

The Sunwoo family has become such a rebellious molecule. In order to make the rebellion that had not yet taken place truly unpleasant, they had to bear the sin of rebellion that had not yet been committed.

When the Sunwoo family returned immediately, this was the same reason why they opposed their lottery. The Sunwoo family had to return to the Teenagers because of Siraz's dramatic vote. It was because Siraz broke the discipline of neutrality and saw that Sunwoo should be a part of them, and that the Teenage Gate could be balanced and symbiotic without friction.

How many Sunwoo families were in the kingdom? They could not pursue rationality. There is a future in front of your eyes right now, so if you look to choose a better future, sometimes there are things you have to do, even though you know that you are unfavorable. In so doing, they sacrificed their present every day. And when the future gained through that sacrifice came to pass, I sacrificed it again and again to call for a better tomorrow.

"Outrageous, Your Majesty."

Therefore, it was only possible to say such things. They have lived only looking to the future. But now that Hagan's existence is unpredictable, where is the future they've been thinking about?

Those who have sold the present and bought the future every day realize that there is no future for them anymore. And then you face what it means to be true to reality.

".... The reality is on that battlefield."

Schmidt mutters in a loud voice. He has lived only looking to the future. Seeing those who stood at the edge of life and death and burned my life more faithfully than anyone else today, Schmidt felt his hands tremble.

However, his share was not floating.

Schmidt grabbed his fist. And he opened his eyes, and put his focus on one of his people. His voice, in the form of a huge text, reached all members of the expedition through the battlefield.

— Don't hurt anyone!

— In the name of the King. Don't get hurt, don't lose hope, don't lose your life. I will not allow your life to end here.

— The night will fall. The age of day will come. The day when the Dark Ages will swallow us up again will not come, and you will return to the arms of your loving families in tranquility.

I knew when I said it. His will will will not be fulfilled. The power he could impose on the world was relentlessly insufficient to make his dream come true.

Nevertheless, Schmidt said so. In front of a vow that could not be fulfilled, the world looked down at him and pressed hiccups. Schmidt turns to his side, sweating all over his body. Next to Moon Moon, Luke looked at him quietly.

"…… don't look at it. I know it's useless. But I still have to do Inama..."

"It's okay. I don't blame you. Your Majesty."

Luke shakes his head slowly. He turned his gaze to the battlefield and said,

"The unrealistic appeal of His Majesty seems to them to be a reason to insist on reality."

It wasn't empty. We can't all live. Everyone will not even return to the arms of the family. They will be wounded, they will die. Even if the great king's will is with them, that is the reality they must face in the end.

However, even if the king's will is not fulfilled, it does not mean anything.

In the king's request to live, please don't die, in the plea, the soldiers feel his sincerity. I feel that someone is genuinely concerned about them.

Again and again, they know they can die. But that doesn't mean they're standing there to die. The king's request is with them. It is the King's majesty's command. As soon as there is one more reason not to die, their eyes become more intense, their mouths roughened, and their hands grip their weapons more strongly.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Not all of them are knights. Most of them don't even deal with giraffes. On the one hand, even seeds of the night that don't look good are mostly difficult to deal with properly.

Yet they stand here at night. There were countless people who volunteered for this expedition, even though I knew it wouldn't help. I didn't expect him to build a ball. For the sake of the beloved, for the sake of the beloved nation, they have only renounced to defend themselves.

But even he gave himself up like that, the king says to protect him.

Doesn't make any sense. It is so contradictory for Balagoth to take out horses as weapons. But they gain power from that contradiction. Rather than weighing contradictions and denying them, I take this situation for granted.

And so, their hesitation disappears.

"Kaaaaaaah!"

"Go, cancer, hi……!"

Balagoth's words to live have consequently made them fight even more desperately. I made it harder to understand death. I do not know if it will lead them to life or to death.

The thing is, the atmosphere of the battlefield has changed. If you're wearing leather that's too thick to tear with a blade, aim for it. If you can't fight by yourself, you form a pack. If you can give up your arm and take your opponent's neck, you can give them as many pairs as you want.

This is a miserable landscape. Their madness seemed to be forced to do this. Even the nobles of the night stopped at once.

And, of course, it wasn't just the soldiers who influenced Schmidt's spirit.

Whether you feel the flow of the battlefield is reversed or not depends on the nobles of the night. An opponent who needs to risk his life just to get close. Even the nobles were frightened in front of the armed forces and tried to retreat.

But it's meaningless. No matter where I move, the night army is full, and the spirit has used my body as a weapon to destroy the enemy. Whether his feet were facing the ground or his fists, the night had to wait and watch my inhabitants break.

'Now, if anyone is closest to the eighth star, yes, they're probably going to give it away.'

Van recalls what Luke said one day. Certainly, as Luke said. The martial arts of the spirit were not tied to such things as realm. The Dominator's meteor, which was not to create his own world, but to lead and swing the world in the direction I wanted, contained every single number of spirits.

"Senior."

"Yes."

"Help me."

"...... something new."

Van smiled as he felt the touch of glass. The seeds of the night didn't even think of coming to him anymore. It was an agent who couldn't have a life in front of his sword, if he wasn't a noble.

Of course, the nobility never makes it relatively easy to take his sword. Even the elite monsters gathered from here and there had to face the fear that my life might end in a moment in front of Van's blade.

So it was. Van was walking away from the line one day, in the midst of the army of the night, but no one could easily come to him. No, rather, because he stood back dancing, there was an empty cavity around Van.

Sometimes there were no toothless monsters. I don't know if the calculations were slow or if they didn't suppress the blood, but Van gave them a fair shot. And they turned to ashes as if they had been burned by the sun, not knowing what number I had been struck by.

"… you are like the incarnation of the sun."

Some monster said. It was an elephant's head, gorilla's body, and a monster with huge wings. The elephant sits halfway on the floor and looks at the other half.

"But even if the real sun were to come here, it would eventually be swallowed up at night. Even if it were your light, it wouldn't be any different. It's a fight you can't win. Before the light goes out, when you can't get lost yet, go back. I admire you."

"Thank you for the favor. But I'm not worried. Even at night, I'm not lost."

"... How can you be so confident?"

"A pretty good lighthouse is guarding my back."

Van laughed.

"I want to lose my way, but I can't."

"….. What a fool. Temporary or low nights are eternal! How long do you think the lights of the lighthouse will illuminate your presence?"

"The night is not eternal."

Van picked up the knife. His blade, holding the sun, began to shine brighter and brighter.

"I'm going to cut it."

Up there in the sky, the sun is invisible.

But it doesn't matter.

He is the one who calls Dong.

The sun is with him.