Sword Whisperer

The difference between day and night.

The difference between visible and invisible.

The difference between what you can say and what you can't say.

The difference narrows. No, it disappears. Van did not have the shape of the sun. To be precise, it had exactly the shape of a stunt.

However, it was only shining with light as bright as the sun.

"Argh!"

The monsters retreat, screaming monsters. But it was meaningless. The sun may not be after them, but half the stunts they chased.

It's not just a glare problem. The transcendental level of heat it holds is not a problem either. The real problem was that the stunt had the power to deny the existence of every night.

In sum, it was white salt blossomed from Sunwoo's hand.

It's the end of the vane. The white flame that blossomed from the cut no longer allowed those who were in the night to see tomorrow.

"…… gasoline, your lover, is awesome?"

A lighthouse keeper whistled as he looked at her. It was a playful voice, but its eyes were filled with an unmistakable awe. They've been dealing with the night better than anyone.

Anya didn't answer. However, I could only bring the whites up with a bit more malice. Van is doing the best he can. She couldn't afford it either.

The bodies were everywhere. No matter how many healers tried to save their lives and save their wounded, the number of people who died instantly was far greater than those who were injured.

It was a necessary war. To find the light, they should not be afraid to go into the dark. Some sat before this tragic reality, where death was closer than life. But I didn't hesitate to know. She was used to fighting the night. It is the life of a lighthouse that continues to fight those who do not know what the object is, those who do not know what the purpose is, and those who do not know what the end result is.

That's the way it is. A lighthouse keeper can reveal the path of a pedestrian, but he can't even walk with himself trapped in a lighthouse.

Anya looked ahead. Whiteness and darkness were burning everywhere. There is a lighthouse at the end of this chaos. And if you reveal the lighthouse, the kingdom will find a little more stability. There will be fewer who have lost their way. And so, one day, lighthouse keepers will be able to spend every day lazily without having to reveal their way. As Anya thought, the only hope she could hope for was that.

Van says he'll build a world without lighthouses. But from the lighthouse's point of view, that is truly sweet nonsense. It's not just the darkness that needs a lighthouse. because there are people who have lost their way.

The lighthouse keeper is obsessed with laziness because he knows that laziness cannot be allowed to us. People are always lost. There is no world without the lost. If there really is such a world, it will mean that everyone in this world is lost.

Unknown. Van, who wanted to create a world without lighthouses, stands at the forefront of war to light the lamps. Is he aware of that contradiction? Does he know that he's in this war now, and that he recognizes the need for lighthouses in the end?

The sun is shining. Yeah. Van's knife was really the sun, so there was no way to describe it. The clans of the night were distressed and unable to open their eyes properly by the touch of his light.

Ezel.

K'Shatu swung his sword in the light and recalled Ezel. The biggest reason K'Shatu took part in this war was with Ezel. If you reach the end of this war, if you reach Hagan, you may find Mada. And you will find Ezel.

Every time the sun came towards us, the inhabitants of the night and day reacted differently. The children of the day scorched the speculators with a calm expression, and the children of the night were busy retreating with a look like they were about to make a match.

It wasn't the only thing. The darkness never rises again in the realm of a night torn by Van's slaughter. The area where the remnants of the sun remained began to increase, and that was quite bad news for the army at night. It was that the traps were starting to tear them apart.

If it weren't for the Night's Army, it would have been powerless to carry out the most efficient combat here. The sunlight left in the air itself could not have any effect on those during the day.

But this was the night. And the sun was a weapon more terrifying to them than a blade. Van's presence was more intense than anyone else.

However, if Van asked if I was satisfied with the sun I brought, Van was forced to say no.

It was not enough. What he wanted was not to leave behind the strikes of the sun. Tear the night apart, and one day I wanted to float the sun like I did in the war with the Revolutionaries.

But this was the limit. Van faced the night. I met the seeds of the night, the nobles. And I wondered why they became Hagan's army. Has all his spirit become his handiwork at once?

Because they are not bound by the rules, they are the inhabitants of the night. But then they come and heat up and form an army. Knowing that he would die at the behest of Hagan, he confronts the kingdom like this.

Is it control and discipline that can be pursued after freedom? Is that what the Night Army tells you?

Then what will come at the end of the night and day? Day and night, which of the two will end?

Van knew the answer was on his blade. The light he shines has become more and more dazzling. And the trajectory of his sword also became more and more elaborate.

He didn't just shoot a stung at the army at night. His stunts began to take the form of spears, constraining the movement of the armies of the night.

The army of the night also did not notice the change. They groaned and murmured.

[I heard that there is a human who can bring the sun, was it true?...]

[This is a must.]

[..... Huh, should I remove my crotch in front of the humans?]

I couldn't reach the ears of the day, as well as the conversation that the night army had with me. But it wasn't hard to guess what kind of atmosphere they were in. In front of the narrowing solar spear, the army of the night began to step back slowly.

"Ha, how dare you come and fall back now?"

The spirit snorted. He swung his fist after the fleeing monsters, as if the castle would not be loosened if only one more enemy were not crushed. Hundreds of pieces of flesh pierced through the bodies of other monsters like arrows.

The whites soared, and the whips of D'Maffo who went over space slashed the necks of monsters. In front of the victorious expedition that came before his eyes, the expedition burned even more jealousy.

And Van put the knife down.

"......."

This battle was their victory. Somewhere, however, it was annoying. It is not simply because the sun has not been summoned. A vague feeling bothered him.

"Brother, you won! Victory!"

But I couldn't help but notice the cheerful cheer right next to me. Van nods with an open smile. The illusion was right.

It was their victory.

§

The victory of the kingdom did not end that day. Several more national wars broke out, and the kingdom won without losing a day.

I can't describe it as a festive atmosphere, but all the soldiers were racing for victory. Numerous people died. However, they were forced to take on the joy of even more victory. If not, there was no way to get through them every day.

"This is strange."

Despite his recent victory, he seemed rather more anxious.

"I'm sure the power of the expedition is negligible. But the power that the Night's Army has is never this easy."

"Master Gaju, do you want to say that they are deliberately responsible?"

"I'd be more comfortable if I could convince him. I don't know what the benefits are for them in this fight."

"Aren't you trying to turn the charter upside down at once in order to be carefree?"

"If it was their number of yellows, it would be a very low level number. If you think of the troops they've lost so far, you can never say this is a viable strategy."

The Kingdom has won a total of six victories. I'm not just saying victory because we can move forward. Compared to the sacrifices of the allies, the enemy always had to take a fatal blow.

Of course, there was a sense behind that victory that Van's power had been greatly exerted. The guardian of the sun has never existed before. Guardians were mostly more focused on the knife itself than at night. It was good to see that few had areas related to the sun.

The remnants of Van's blade remained on the battlefield with the power of the sun. It may be a vague story if you just listen to the explanation, but everyone here has seen what the consequences are. Ignoring the remnants, the army of the night was literally turned down by day and burned, and the number of such dead beasts would be more than half the number of beasts cut by the sword itself.

Van's swordsmanship yields the output of the Legion. A strategic weapon that harms only the enemy while not hurting the allies. Now that the prosecutors are on their side, there is nothing strange about this war being easily solved.

Nevertheless, there was a reason for them to listen to the Lord's words.

"..... Hagan is still not showing his face."

Schmidt said. From the first to the sixth battle, Hagan had never shown himself. It's not just what you look like. On the subject of being able to curse Zacharim in Citadel in the realm of the night, he never left a significant mark on this battlefield.

What the hell are you looking for? Did something really go wrong during the rehabilitation process? Then why are the armies of the night facing them? Is there anything else other than Hagan that they can come together against the Kingdom?

What all that situation meant was that Hagan still had a plan, and even more alarming scenarios were that perhaps all of this would flow as Hagan intended.

"… but isn't it clear what to do?"

The spirit looked at the main source.

"It's clear that Hagan has an army at night, and that means we need to somehow restore the lighthouse in the north and bring the kingdom's power to its maximum. After all, there's nothing we can do but go ahead and light a lamp, right?"

"That's what scares me."

The principal said.

"All we can do is light the lamp, because even lighting the lamp may not be our intention."

Sunwoo's horse pranks are too bad. "

A remark that would have frowned if it had not been for the famous manganese spirit. The spirit shrugged and said,

"If we can't come this far and turn around, we have to move forward. Isn't that right?"

"…… that's right. But……"

The conclusion of the meeting was that it was a rush to find the lighthouse somehow.

After six battles, they now reached where the lighthouse could be seen. And as much as that, the armies of the night stood against them with their lighthouses in their backs, as if they were natural. It was an eye-catching scene of the will not to retreat, even if one were to die.

It will be the last battle. Everyone knew it, from soldiers to executives.

Until we get the North back, there's really only one battle left.