Sword Whisperer

[The world…….]

The Karlsmori Library. A number of ghosts flock to the sky and start shining with ash. The world seemed to hear a painful cry. Everything they knew was falling apart. In a way, it was more than the night. The world was being crushed by that contradiction without any change or identity.

[Ball, look at that! Something is going on at the lighthouse..!]

"Shh."

In the words of the bag hovering, the ball takes its finger to its lips. He continued to stare at only one place, as if he had no interest in how the sky was changing. The bag that chased the ball's gaze had an unknown expression.

[…… Eugene? Are you repairing the Wall Sword in the meantime?]

"I'm in the middle of something like this, so I have to hurry even more."

[I have no way of assuming your weight..... but what should I do? You're not gonna do anything to the library, are you?]

"There will be no harm in the library."

But something big is going to happen in the world.

The ball swallows the back horse and looks at Eugene. Like the ball, Eugene's eyes were not facing the sky. No matter how the world changed, it was a story that seemed to have nothing to do with Eugene.

"He trusted me and entrusted me with it. '

As a man who saw the voice of a hammer, he could no longer appear incapacitated. I hated to die because I couldn't keep my hands properly in this fight with the fate of the Sunwoo family.

'Answer, answer, answer...!'

Her hammer hits her several times over the whitewashed wallpaper. Every time, the wallpaper shrieks and roars like an animal with a body of iron.

It was a difficult knife to handle. Of course. It was the longest history in the world, and the knife with the most voice. Her level is still insufficient to handle such a knife.

But even if you can't, there are moments when you have to. Van says there is no problem with the Walnut Sword, but he can't fix a Guardian's sword as the only blacksmith in the Sunwoo family. It's not about her pride. It is a matter of courtesy to Van.

A man who has lived to redeem the burden of Sunwoo. However, how pathetic it is to hold on to a delusion, an ankle, that would not lighten his steps.

Grab the hammer with Burton's hand and swing it a few times. I think the resistance of the Wall Sword will bounce her off in no time, but I did not bend. Eugene stutters the voice of his neck inside the Wall Sword. He cried out, hoping to hear it.

"Please, please, help me!"

Kang! Kang! Kang! Kang!

Consciousness grows louder. The voices of countless vanguard blacksmiths pouring out of the hammer grab her. Moreover, Eugene forgot how I was swinging the hammer. Her arms painted exactly the same trajectory that the old blacksmiths painted, and every time they touched the hammer, the breath of the whirling wallpaper became increasingly depressed.

"..... It's too late."

The ball that was watching it from afar shook its head with a sigh. As the bag was making a slightly puzzled look, the ball took off its feet. The bag was startled and asked.

[Uh, where are you going?]

"Delivery."

The ball shook his right hand, and I realized that my right arm was no longer there. The ball was quietly speaking.

"Knives should be in the hands of the prosecutor."

§

"...... I'm impressed. Isn't that right?"

Hagan looks up at the sky. Avon looks up at the sky with a bruised expression. There were countless spirits and laws appearing and then repeating them. Abon asked in a trembling voice.

"What the hell is going on?"

"I eliminated the boundaries of day and night."

"…… I know that. How the hell does that change the world?"

"Where there were laws, there would be chaos, and where there was nothing, there would be a new law."

"Why..... did you create such a situation?"

"Do you know what paper is best for painting?"

"…… Isn't it a white paper?"

"Wrong. The paper is painted in one color."

Hagan raises his hand. Soon the trees around him whispered themselves to make paper. All kinds of colors came to mind on the paper. It disappeared, and then all the colors were mixed, and the paper became all gray.

"The world wasn't like this. Some were white, some were black, some were red and blue. It's too medium-sized to paint, so there's only one way to paint a new one.

Pour all the paint into the drawings already drawn. Hagan pulls his tail. The madness created by the long wait was in his eyes.

"You didn't like what I was thinking. So, he decided to be king."

"…… Yes?"

"Haven't you heard the story?"

Hagan laughed. He shrugged and said,

"Once upon a time, he wanted to give me the throne."

"No way..."

"I would have had to. He wasn't a Balagot-down. I was always worried about the repercussions of that before I said it. I'm not even afraid of what I'm saying. How can I talk to the world?"

Nevertheless, when he spoke of the brother who drove me to death, instead of anger, the agitation appeared in his voice, perhaps because Schmidt knew that he would be so afraid to speak.

— Get lost, Hagan. Don't ever show up again. I will not see you again. The world won't welcome you. In this kingdom, there is no place for you.

At the last moment, the spirit that Schmidt left behind was not fulfilled. Perhaps because it was a spirit that was uttered without sincerity. He was the brother who drove the kingdom to ruin, but he was still his brother. Schmidt knew he would live in the fury of the North and the Revolutionaries, but instead of profanizing the name of Hagan, he decided to carry on with all his conspiracy theories.

"Why do you think the world is so dizzy, Avon?"

"I once thought it was the night."

Avon answered spontaneously.

"But even if it wasn't for the night, I probably wouldn't want to drive my brother away. After all, I think the world is going to get dizzy from the start. It's the world that can't be clean."

"I thought. What's wrong with the world? Why are there so many babies in this world who have to die as soon as they are born, and so many burrows that live in the face of the sun? I didn't like it. And one day, I told the world. Fix the evil. What do you think happened?"

"…… nothing would have happened."

"Yes, nothing happened. And I found out what it was like not to talk. I understand the hearts of those who seek God. And I became convinced that there is no God in this world…… No, even if there is, there is no heart to save us. And then what do you think I was thinking?"

"I don't know. Are you ready to be a god?"

I threw it half-heartedly. But Hagan smiled instead of doing the reverse. Faced with that smile, Avon was forced to make a grin on his back.

Hagan didn't answer. But it was already the answer. Hagan raises his body. He mutters quietly.

"I rested too long. Now you can finally do your job. But..... yes. I'll give you the reward I promised you."

Hagan smiled.

"Well done. I will give you the throne of this world."

§

Van's determination to head for the lighthouse and the shaking of the branch began to happen almost simultaneously.

From beneath the gray waterfall that soars into the sky, the earth begins to rise as if the mountains were rising. It didn't just pop up. As if God were building it himself, the rising ground began to have the appearance of walls and castles.

"…… Pluto."

It was the same as Citadel's Pluto. In front of the anticipated transfer, even half a mile stopped. But hesitation was not long. The creatures of the night no longer even thought of grasping their feet. From the dreadful one to the beautiful one, they were on their knees, looking at the newly emerged Pluto with a wondrous eye.

"God......."

After reciting the words in his ear, Van turned to the front. Is there a hagan in there? I don't know. But I was as sure as Anya was. Whatever was going on in there, I didn't want to leave her alone.

Van's new body, shot out like an arrow, immediately began to step on the wall. No matter how steep, it was not a problem for him to burn. And that wasn't the story.

"I didn't expect to be on the battlefield with the boy who saved my son."

"Master of the armor."

"At the end of this war, I'll have a drink."

"Who lives?"

"Khhh, I knew you'd concentrate."

The spirit smiles and plunges his finger into the cliff. If Van is stepping on the crept part of the wall and blowing his body, the spirit is tearing the cliff apart and climbing the cliff like flying through the sky with only the power of the Frogfish.

Of course, how to climb is not a big deal. After a while, there were already quite a number of such people by the side of those who stood on the wall. D'Maffo was stunned a long time ago by spatial magic, and the druids of Eustein flew through the sky and touched the cliff.

No matter how the world changes, what people like them can do is always set. They fight. It's important to measure whether you can win or not, but more importantly, to discern when you can't back down and when you can't.

Everyone was feeling it. Stand back from here and everything may fall apart. Even the ghost was hiding a lot of tension behind the two eyes pretending to be pretentious.

And, in their future……

Hagan appeared.

"All the guests were here."

"!"

There was not even a chance. Hagan stomped in the air and looked down at them. There was no bird until the conversation began. The next moment, he scolded D'Madapo's whip space, aiming for Hagan's neck, and placed his fist in front of Hagan's face, a powerful fist that had risen without even thinking.

The Druids lay siege to Hagan in the sky, and the warriors of Syraz aim for him with their weapons, with the power of a thousand years of memory.

— Stop!

— Collapse!

— Traitor Hagan will kneel before the majestic laws of the kingdom!

Balagoth's spirits were also followed. The world was a cooperation that no one would ever be able to bear.

But, uh...

It was not enough.

— Stop it.

In a word, even the spirit, the whip of Madpo, the weapons of Siraz, and the spirits lost their power and became incapacitated. Hagan shakes his head as he faces the hot eyes of a stiff spirit in the air.

"You're making meaningless gestures. You want to take pride? But the situation must be too obvious to turn away. As long as I get my life back, I will no longer be responsible for you."

"…… on the subject of dead bodies……!"

"A dead body..... is that a curse? Rather, it sounds to me like this."

Hagan gazes at the armor with an expressionless face.

"God," he said. "