Sword Whisperer

Light the lighthouse.

If so, will the war be over?

The answer was, of course, no. This war was to prepare for the greater war to come. Yes, to survive the war, the kingdom waged a war.

"You've come all the way here, I'm sure of it again."

The one who opened his mouth was Tamby of D'Maffo, a space magician who once went with Van to scout Pendel. He spoke with a loud voice.

"The world needs paradise."

"... paradise. Does that even exist?"

"There is. At least the record says so. Cao Cao accidentally went to paradise. You lost the coordinates of the moment you came out of paradise, but you didn't even lose the memory of paradise."

"Tell me a story. About paradise."

"…… It's a place where no one needs to feed. Bread and bread fall from the sky, honey and wine flow from the river, and wherever the foot touches it, it bears fruit and welcomes people. The sun is always warm, and all the animals there are so beautiful..... even if you lie still, it seems like you have everything in the world."

"When a ship calls, is that paradise? Then I wonder what's different now."

"…… people fight hungry. They want to get a little bit more into their hands. But if wealth overflows wherever it reaches, will the desire to fight be reduced as well?"

"Were we fighting because we were hungry?"

Van looked at the darkness and asked. The cause of this war was certainly greed. Hagan and Avon's greed led the kingdom to the path of war. But is that the only reason they have to go through this living hell?

A country that has nothing. A country that doesn't need to have anything. Is it a rich country or a poor country?

"Changing places doesn't make everyone in the world happy."

If we don't get Ezekiel back, K'Shatu won't be happy. It was then. Glass opened its mouth.

"Happiness is not visible, but where it is visible, it is inevitably convincing."

"…… who are you?"

"Don't be surprised. You're my senior."

I was amazed and watched Tamby look around, and Van listened to the hallucinations. I didn't know anything about it, but it was the first time I had a clear voice. While Tamby was making a frowny face, Glass said.

"Some seek happiness in shabby backrooms, others seek misery in colorful bedrooms overflowing with all sorts of delicacies. The ideal of D'Maffo, who thinks that going to paradise will solve all his misfortunes..... is too optimistic."

"…… Yes. That's right. Maybe the misfortune that's already accumulated won't wash away. But just because there's no more reason for misfortune, it's certainly paradise."

Tamby was a bit of a sticky color. I was surprised by the sound of the dogbee, so I forgot.

In fact, the voice of meeting about chasing paradise often came from inside Dmappo. The second question was whether paradise was real. Whether paradise is really a place worth pursuing or not, it's too much for the voices of dead ghosts long ago.

But when you walk too long, you forget that you can turn around at any time. The D'Madpo, who were counting on everything in paradise, began to spoil little by little. They are happy in paradise at some point. 'Instead of saying,' there must be happiness in paradise. 'I started to say.

"Is there anything that can save this world that is not paradise?"

It was obvious that God was not directly involved in the world. Of course, perhaps God did not give up paradise after their death. But I could not waste the life of the successor, hoping that I would not know.

Van felt strange looking at Tamby like that. In the end, the lighthouse geology event, the encounter of this world, was unbearable. He murmured.

"But, Tamby, if we find the coordinates of paradise..... should we abandon everything in this world and move on to it?"

"…… a world that doesn't know when it will be swallowed at night. We're going to repeat the same war a few times today. Would it not be better to leave?"

"I hope you don't get me wrong. I'm not saying it's not bad for Dmappo to go after paradise. But..... I thought so. We're not looking for paradise, are we?"

If we can really cut off all the seeds of misfortune and head for paradise, maybe it's not a bad idea to head for paradise. But I know Van won't. Hell is in people's minds after all. The heart of Avon, who coveted the throne and sold his brother, will not change because he goes to paradise. If it's different, that's also the problem. When they go to paradise, it means they can't be themselves anymore. What else is different from death?

It is not just the story of Silk Night that keeps the world away from paradise. Human beings are also eventually making the world sick.

"..... You're not like Van. Wasn't he trying to change the world?"

"The world still doesn't want to change."

Tamby looked a little hurt. Van happily replied, facing such a tamby.

"But that's why I know. Paradise might make the world a better place, but it can't be the ideal you're talking about."

Van felt strange when he said that. In fact, it wasn't Tamby who had to hear this story, it was himself. After all, now he's saying that the perfect world can't exist.

If the problem is not only in the world, but also in people…… what should he cut?

§

The goal of this battle was not the same as before. Unlike before we simply won the fight and stopped biting our enemies and moving forward, the end of this war will be the moment we light the lighthouse.

As much as that, the way of war has also had to change.

"There's no point in having a big battle on the front lines. They'll all burn as soon as the lighthouse is bright."

"We have to prepare the choir."

"Those with a level of white light to re-light the lighthouse, and those with a level of force to break through the night army, will form a separate unit."

The screening of the members of the choir seemed to proceed without setbacks. At least until Schmidt opened his mouth.

"I'm in."

"…… Yes?"

At that moment, everyone looked dumb. But the panic didn't last long. People stood up and raised their voices before anyone even told them to.

"No, you won't! You know what's inside that lighthouse and you're going to move it yourself? It's too dangerous. Your Majesty!"

"Yes, Your Majesty! Your security is as important as winning or losing this war. Front Line, please reconsider being a member of the Starfleet!"

"You're right. Nobody knows what's inside that lighthouse. I can't even prophesy this night. There may be a Hagan text shield in there. If that's the case, who can stand up to it?"

At that time, people swallowed the drool. I was right. However, Schmidt should not have walked directly into that lighthouse.

And it was then. A quiet voice broke the silence.

"What if I go?"

People turned their heads at once. And someone looked suspiciously at the protagonist of the voice, and someone realized something. He didn't have many people here who might know him, either. Schmidt called his name slowly.

"…… Eroc."

"It may not be enough for you or Hagan, but my Spirit can do just enough to protect them. Don't you think so?"

Schmidt didn't deny it either. However, he could not ask Chama Eroc to do so. He was forced to abandon his life because of the kingdom. Hundreds of years later, Schmidt felt unbearable that he still had to ask him.

However, the king needs to be more audacious at that moment.

"Can you do that……?"

"You can't do that, can you?"

Eroc said in an unprofessional voice.

"In this case, the neck of a man who has been forgotten for a long time will be eaten cheaper than a king."

"…… Eroc."

Schmidt said nothing. I knew that nothing could break Eroc's decision.

The Starbase was constructed. Due to the nature of the mission, it was a starbase with a lot of lighthouses. Even Vindelheim was included among them. It was only Vindelheim who could clearly illuminate the lantern.

And Anya became a member of the star squad.

"......."

"Why"

"No, just."

"There's nothing to worry about. You just have to complain."

"I know."

Van tries not to show his rotten insides, and replies as discreetly as possible. This is where the monsters will roar and set fire to the decimal place. Of course, Vindelheim is with us, but even so.....

Van strongly hoped to be a member of the Starfleet, but his will was not accepted. It was for that reason that his power was most illuminating when he fought outdoors, especially against the army, rather than indoors.

It was the right decision. It may be that you will miss out on the greater things that are next to Anya. And half of them didn't see it right away, but Anya had been through countless dangers as an investigator.

More invisible than visible was war. It is not just because there is no light. They did not even know what Hagan's intentions were, whether the army of the night followed him, or why, if he did, he would follow him.

There's only one thing I know. They came all the way here to light the lighthouse.

As soon as the lighthouse is bright, the war will be over.

The battle was like any time. The expedition burned the tension and gained speculation. And I pleaded with the creatures of the night to not die.

Chaos is on the battlefield. The goal and reason faded, and while only madness remained, people swung their weapons. Lighthouses shall be illuminated. If the darkness retreats, if the east is strong. In that case, this past war will also end.

Van's apple tree shines with sunlight. Every moment was a battlefield that felt like eternity. The idea that everything was coming to an end made the end feel even further.

Dongdao.

Half a dozen times and I had the same idea in my head. Each time his conception deepens, the sun shines brighter with his sword.

How long did that wait go on?

At some point, I slowly looked back at the lighthouse, feeling the presence of night, the presence of day, something on this side. The glowing light was slowly starting to burn from the lighthouse. I felt reassured on the face of the expedition. It's over. All that's left now is that light burning up the night.

The urgent Saint had already begun to stretch his sword and to rejoice in victory. The star band has done it. We can go home now. I can see the faces of my beloved wife and children.

…… and the lighthouse shook its head quietly in front of that expectation.

What is that...? "

It was strange. The white mob of light, which was coming out of the lighthouse, was dangerously swallowed up by the darkness and began to alter its color. The darkness and light began to mingle dizzily.

Moonlight grabs his fist as he looks at it. He still couldn't see the future, but he instinctively realized it. Something bizarre is about to start. We have to stop it. We have to stop it...

It's too late.

A coloured light began to cover the world.