Sword Whisperer

It was the first time that Hagan showed blood after he showed up. Everyone's eyes changed. Hagan bleeds. God doesn't bleed. Hagan is not God. A simple trinomial touched my head and passed. I didn't know how logical it was, but the possibility of causing Hagan to die apart from its feasibility was enough to set fire to their will again.

Van gave Hegan no time to admire my blood. His blade moved again. But it wasn't because of Hagan that he stayed still. Numerous texts moved again, and Van's new life was pushed back at once.

Nevertheless, the trajectory left by Van was moving as if he were breathing alive and trying to tear Hagan apart. Instead of fighting the stunt, Hagan raises his body high. And it was that moment.

In the cloudy sky, a column of white light rises. Hagan looks down as he sees the texts wrapped in his body burn all day long, unbearably. Vindelheim was staring at him with fierce eyes as to when he escaped from the lighthouse.

".... It's a hassle. Really."

Hagan judged the situation for a moment. Then, I opened my mouth and spit out the spirit. It was a voice that would not reach anyone's ears, but it touched the world.

And it was the next moment. The scar on Hagan's forehead disappeared in a moment, and Van's body was pushed away. If Van's sword did not bend to his will, it would be enough to keep Van away from himself.

However, the situation could not be solved by that.

As the Lord of the Kingdom, as a householder of the House of Balagoth, I do not give you the will.

A quiet voice rang. And with him, numerous texts exploded, informing him of the dangers. Hagan turns his gaze with a tranquil expression. When did you get here, Schmidt stares at him with his cold eyes.

"Have you come all the way here? Brother."

I have not given permission to open my mouth to sinners!

Schmidt shouts again in a furious voice. Schmidt's spirits have drawn all the laws of the world to bind Hagan. The position of King of the Kingdom has given Schmidt greater force in all his spirits.

However, Hagan's mouth remained intact.

"Give up. Your spirit cannot overcome my will."

That's why Hagan is scary. People used to talk. If Hagan comes to the throne of the king, how powerful his spirit will be. Compared to the original Balagoth, perhaps he exercised even more power than that. He said he might really show off his divine benevolence.

So, Schmidt once thought it was right that Hagan should be king. As an unqualified man, I thought it was only Hagan who could fully transform this kingdom from the smallest to the largest.

"Is this the world you've always been talking about?"

Schmidt stares into the gray sky, which sits like a background behind Hagan. Schmidt's eyes sank.

"This is just the world I was trying to destroy the North, to make my son, to make your nephew curse his brother, and to turn away from the discipline of life."

"You haven't seen my world yet."

"What will you show me?"

"…… good. You deserve to see him in advance."

Hagan nods.

"I'll show you."

The letter rises from the body of Hagan, no, from the world. The letters of all shapes and colours came together and began to make drawings. It was as if there was a huge window in the sky to glimpse the other world as it was.

Everyone stared there at the moment. The presence of night, the presence of day. In this way those who longed for death lifted up their heads.

"People shouldn't be hungry."

So I created a world where I could put everything I wanted to eat in my mouth. The tree will now bear more fruit. It will always rain to make the grain green, and every garden will be full of fat sheep and pigs.

The world, which seems to be abundant, is in their eyes. And it shook quite a lot more people's breasts than I thought. Few of them come from places where hunger is natural. The world that Hagan was going to make for such people really seemed like paradise itself.

"Hate is what humans need most."

The inhabitants of the night and day do not hate each other but become neighbors to each other. Every street overflows with monsters and humans. It was like the streets of Pendel, but the difference was that they didn't have to soak up their bodies on a gloomy night.

"Isn't life supposed to be happy?"

So, they look happy. Living in a world where there is no shortage, where there is no need to be sick or distressed, and where our lives are in paradise.

The people of D'Maffo were forced to think about it the moment they saw it. Maybe the paradise they're looking for lies at the end of Hagan's soul?

No, actually, it wasn't Dmappo's story. When Hagan only heard the words that made the world, he was forced to say that the landscape he showed was certainly sweet.

Yes. Hagan is a sinner. But if punishing a sinner like that is a denial of paradise, if you have to miss the happiness you can take to punish a sinner, is that wise?

"…… If you were right, why should the North perish?"

Did you ask the question? It's a dark night for the lighthouse keeper to uncover. What should Nahar's White Salt reveal in the same state as it is now, not night or day?

However, I was not given the role of lighthouse keeper, so I was able to raise the question of being true to myself as a human being. She gazes at Hagan with her eagle eyes like my white flakes.

"If you really wanted to make paradise, if you really wanted to save the people of the world, why did the North have to disappear like that? Why did my family, so many children, her parents and friends, have to die?"

"That way the world will know. How dangerous it is to live with us now. How dangerous and dangerous it is to be vigilant at night and day."

Hagan lifts his finger.

"Let me give you an example. There are a hundred people in a village. And your bots contain medicines that can cure that hundred people. The only thing you need to be aware of is that the moment the medicine is exposed to air, it will lose all its efficacy."

"But I see a child swamped in front of you like that. Untie the rope that holds the botload and throw it to the child, and the child will live, but all the sick in the village will die."

"If saving a child were to kill the villagers, would you nevertheless still unburden it?"

"If he didn't release the bots, if he watched the child die, could he blame him?"

"Would you still call me a sinner if you could give up the world by abandoning the North and promise a better life to many more lives to be born in this future?"

The people in the example of Hegan did not answer. Schmidt glances at Hagan without changing his face. Hagan smiles and looks at Schmidt.

"Your Majesty, don't you know? King Bondi means we must not commit that sin, a sin that cannot be blamed. For the same reason, did you leave Sunwoo to suffer, and as such, did you not judge the weight of life by expecting the prophecy of the Moon, by numbers alone?"

"Are you trying to say I'm like you?"

"Different?"

"Different."

Schmidt calmly said. He was one of the few who remained unshakeable in front of the extreme example of Hagan.

"Even if it was a sin I was forced to commit, I could not always be proud of it. But, it's my brother. You……"

The king makes a minor, but crucial difference.

"You don't seem ashamed."

That was a sign. Among the baskets of elites that came with Schmidt, Luke swung his sword with a thunderbolt. It was an ambush.

"......!"

A noiseless groan flows out. The textual shield around Hagan tried to protect Hagan by twisting the laws of the world as I wished, but as good as the textual shield was, so was Lopo's sword.

Blood splattered. It was the second visible blood. Then, Hagan's forearm collapsed. The letters cling to his forearm and bleed. Hagan stares at Luke with his evil eyes.

"Luke...!"

"It's time to get some sleep. Imperial degradation."

Luke's voice was cool. By stepping on the wall of Pluto like the ground, Luke has been dimensionally tightening Hegan's escape route. Hagan spilled his spirit with malice.

Grab Luke's foot. Cover his eyes with wind and light, deceive his senses, and open the streets. But Luke's attitude seemed to be nothing like that. Benda if he wants to cut. Distance, situation, vision, all of that doesn't matter. Luke's slash was an act whose outcome had already been determined. Whenever he wielded the sword, Hagan's bodily texture was shattered like a sandcastle, and the sneeze began to grow constantly over his skin.

Van forgets to tease the knife for a moment and stares at it in a daze. Luke's knife seemed to show exactly what he was headed for and what to look at.

After gaining absolute power, I could not escape the classics in front of Luke's sword. All he could do was avoid Luke's knife.

.. But, really?

Van watches the two fights and realizes something strange. Thinking about it, Hagan has never made a significant attack on them until now. In short, on the subject of dragging Zacharim in half invoiced or otherwise, did Hagan ever say a curse to them?

And then Van realized that Luke never had a relaxing look on his face. It was Hagan who pushed and wound his body, but it was Luke who made his face look like it was really strong.

What's wrong?

"... I'm sorry. Luke."

Somehow, Hagan's voice was clearly heard. Hagan gazes at Luke with a look of compassion somewhere.

"You're not confident enough to deal with it."

It was the moment when it was over. Half of the time I felt the color of the world change. It is as gray as the sky. And Van only realized that he still didn't know what this gray sky meant.

Van's gaze chases the sky. They chase that pack of ashes, not light or darkness. If it doesn't belong to either side of the day or night..... who does it belong to?

The answer is simple.

Didn't all that come from the spirit of Hagan?

Van only realized that changing the sky and changing the color of the world was the word of Hagan. The world was filled with letters so small that they could not be seen with their eyes.

And finally, the letters began to move.

Luke didn't back off. As the spirit did, as Van did, he did not fall back in front of the enemy and cry. I looked at what I had to cut, I lifted my sword, and I gave up.

Hagan looks at Luke like that without saying a word. With a face full of sneezes, a face tired of life, said quietly.

Goodbye, Luke.

I've heard a word, a thousand words, tens of thousands of words.

The letters cling to Luke. Every time he breathes, every step of the earth, the letters cling to his body to swallow him up.

Then, I swallowed it.

Luke's body looks like a broken doll. Van looked at him with a dull look. Hagan also watches Luke. And I raised my head quietly..... and looked at the world.

And I swore.

Dogwall, come.