Sword Whisperer

For those who remember reality, paradise is always a place to be with sorrow. The happier he enjoyed, the more he was forced to think of what I had left behind.

It was not to be said that anyone who had a heart to escape the paradise. Van remembered seeing the sacrifice put up. And then I noticed. Sacrifice was the only way to change the world.

From heaven, from earth, and from the world, dense threads emanate from the flame of sacrifice. Whenever the threads were drawn to the priesthood's sword, Van saw God's will awaken the world.

The ground becomes more greasy, and the dried veins are enriched again. The voice of God was neither visible nor audible, but it was making the world more flexible than any other language.

'Is this the world you wanted to create? Hagan.'

If you ask me what's wrong with this world, Van didn't have much to say to be honest with me. After all, the question of whether the world is going well or not is whether they are happy or not.

"I've been having a lot of trouble lately. Van."

"Strangers," said Heath, looking at my father, who nevertheless did not feel far away, half of them cared for his words. Maybe you should tell them about all this.

But I couldn't. They were already dead a long time ago, and I didn't want to tell them that your son grew up as an orphan...

"Father, I have something to ask you."

"What is it?"

"What son was I?"

Heat and Suya spoke like someone who knew exactly how Van had acted before he returned. In other words, even before Van's spirit returned, Van existed. I still don't remember why, but if he had existed....

I wish I was happy with the life I lived under the blessing of Hagan, in the arms of Heat and Suya.

"…… suddenly I'm embarrassed to ask you this question. I just thought he was my son. I never thought about what kind of son he was. But, yes..... you were a sincere son. Even though it felt hard to cut down trees at a young age, as a Sunwoo family man, it would still be frustrating not to find out what you can read. Nevertheless, you have done everything you can."

The fever laughed.

"Speaking of which, you sound like a pretty proud son. But don't be mistaken. There are as many shortcomings as there are good ones. It should be more sincere." … "… yes. I know."

"Why are you suddenly asking me this?"

"I wanted to know. I know who I am."

"He knows what to do."

The fever shrugs.

"And there are more people in the world who can't even do that than I thought. So spread your shoulders. I don't know what's bothering you these days, but you're a better person than you think."

At the end of the fever, Suya was laughing quietly. Van looked back and asked.

"Mother."

"Is this my turn?"

"I don't want to ask you about me. However..... there is a porcelain that is so beautiful, if it is a sinner who is evil, is it worth it?"

"There is no sin in pottery."

Suya replied. At that moment, Van's expression was not good. Suya seemed to think for a moment, but hesitated to add.

"Nevertheless, I can't love that pottery."

"Why is that?"

"If you can love the pottery of sinners, the pottery of this world is gone for one reason or another. You need to know that your sins can stain your pottery, even though it will be cleaner..... and more pottery will be born flawless."

"For the greater good?"

"I don't want to use such a grand expression. However, yes……"

Suya spoke slowly.

"The pottery deserves to be broken. No matter how beautiful, no matter how tall, no one should spare that pottery. The fruit of sin must not be beautiful. At that moment, all those deluded by the pottery will be sinners."

It was the opposite of before. But still Van's face was not bright. I don't know about Suya and the fever, but now that they're making half of it...... this routine with them is broken and deserved.

The fever opened my mouth.

"I have been told that I am participating in this sacrifice."

"Yes, that's what happened."

"Come with all your heart. He is always looking at our hunger and loneliness, so we should not neglect him for a moment. Do you know what I'm saying?"

"…… I will keep that in mind."

Nothing is neglected.

Never.

§

Wake up, Van!

"Town......!"

Van often woke up with nightmares. My whole body was wet with sweat, and my head was dizzy as if I drank a lot of alcohol.

In a dream, the face of the ball often appeared. Although many of them wanted to know why he was, perhaps it was because he was the ball that reminded them of their duty as guardians.

I was forced to admit it honestly. As time passed, Van was forced to admit that he did not want to escape from this paradise. It was the world he wanted. Everyone seemed happy. Why would they break it, because that happiness wasn't what they had?

All the people that Hagan hurt now have a happy life. Perhaps that is not the most perfect atonement? Hagan wasn't even human anymore. Although he became a god, he was in fact merely acting as an objector to prayer. And as one who once decided to answer people's prayers, Van didn't know how hard and hard it was.

In a way, this world may be a happy world for everyone but Hagan. Hagan gave me the most punishment I could. When I see the people I killed living a healthy life, will Hagan be satisfied? Well, maybe every time he sees him, he's more troubled by the pain and sadness I've caused him.

'.... That's disgusting, Van.'

He was the one who was most intoxicated by the paradise, denying Hagan's dream. Van often thought so. Why does he remember everything he did in the world?

If I hadn't known, I would have been able to rest in this paradise. Surrounded by all the foolishness he had to miss, he could really assimilate to his paradise without having to suffer.

But the reality was harsh. As a man who remembered both worlds, he had to make a decision. And the more I tried to turn away, the clearer the answer seemed.

No sinner shall make paradise.

That did not mean that everyone in this world should be hostile to Hagan. They didn't know Hagan's sin. But as someone who knew the sin, Van had to stand up. He was not allowed to sit still and enjoy paradise.

'Even if I come to paradise, I must hold the sword.'

Van laughed bitterly. I don't hate knives. Everything he accomplished was possible by the sword. But how many more had to be lost by the sword.

"Senior. What you have to do..... must be done, right?"

See the hallucinogram and ask. Carl doesn't answer. He could no longer hear the voice of the sword, and this hallucinograph was no longer glass.

You can meet as many times as you want to meet Glass. But I thought it wasn't glass. Ever since I heard the voice of Carl, I've been able to talk to Glass all the time..... I can't hear her voice like this, so I feel like I'm really alone now.

It didn't matter whether the mind was ready or not. Sacrifice was approaching, and Van valued his time more with those around him, especially with his parents. I'm not gonna see them again.

I don't know why. It was the day of the sacrifice. Looking half way out of the house, Heat and Suya calledhim quietly. And he said,

"Remember, whatever you do, we're on your side."

Maybe they knew everything? But at such an exquisite moment, he approached exquisitely. So Van couldn't answer anything.

"..... I have a bad face. Are you okay? Can you do that?"

"You have to be good."

In front of the altar, Van prepares to dance with a knife. Today, I was going to offer a sacrifice to change the flow of the river so that they could build more houses. At this point, even though the great sacrifice was a sacrifice, it had to be more spectacular from the face of the gathered examiners.

There, those who were named by the sword were gathered before the altar. Van was the most humble and inexperienced of them. Someone openly asked the same child to be responsible for the daily benefit of this important sacrifice.

Van didn't react. Maybe they were right. From their point of view, Van will never participate in this sacrifice. Van had no intention of praying to change the course. He was going to tear apart the flesh and bones of God and cry out to wipe out this world in front of him.

'Can we?'

Unknown. Van didn't have the power to change the world any more, and Hagan really became a literal god. What kind of gesture can you give him with your current powers?

Van felt that his will to confront paradise would eventually call for his death. Perhaps it is only right to conform to this paradise if we are going to call death anyway. You won't be able to break paradise. Why are you confronting Hagan?

But when I think about it, Van recalls the end of the Revolutionary Party. This paradise may be the world they dreamed of. But can they really welcome the paradise that Hagan made, the paradise that made all their families die?

The book is starting to ring. The priest kneeled before the altar and began muttering words that would not reach his ears quietly. But that was enough. The flame that burned in front of the altar began to shine increasingly strange, and at that moment, the glass gave a signal.

Numerous tests moved in one instant. The will of God stretched out from the flame wrapped around them. Their part was to pull out the will of God, such as this thread, as long as possible, while keeping it from stopping at the same time.

Hagan's will. Van takes his will by the sword and feels an unexplained turtle. I don't know what the others were like, but he could feel it. He was hoping for Van's surrender.

But the more he does, the more Van wields his sword aggressively. On the tip of that blade, which seemed to tear the world apart, sometimes the sun stayed, but when the people who saw it rubbed their eyes, it disappeared without coming.

'I don't care if you can't hear Carl.'

There were already many prosecutors' voices in him. No, it wasn't just the prosecutors' voice. The voice of the revolutionaries, of the lighthouse, of the crippled philosopher was also in him.

He can still grow apple trees.

What is it?

The moment the glass frowned. The energy of God emanating from the altar was unstable and rough. It's like being angry. The priest was already less trembling. Glass looked around and thought, What on earth has angered God?

And it was that moment. She realizes that God's energy revolves around Van like a whirlpool. It was a landscape I had never seen in my entire life. The Sacrifice of Citadel will not be enough.

I didn't know what the hell was going on. This had already transcended her perception. But one thing was certain. If you live in the wrath of God, Van will never be safe.

'Van...!'

Glass was evil at it. She was the limit just to keep her from breaking God's will now. If he ruined the sacrifice here, Van would be torn completely with rags, without a bird to ask God for forgiveness.

But ironically, Van was actually hoping for it. I was forced to admit it. Van hoped he would fail. I hoped that he who knew the truth would be ruined without any trouble until he pushed a healthy family and a lot of people back to the dead.

However, the voice did not allow it.

'Van.'

Van!

"Tear the world apart! Bring the sun! '

'The night is not over yet!'

'You are the one who summons Dong.'

'What the hell is wrong with me...'

Van was evil at it. The voices that were hovering in his head spoke to him without even trying. As a guardian, I know what he has to protect. And, what you have to give up sometimes to keep.

To protect the world, we must destroy it.

You idiot, you're out of your mind!

Once again, the voice of the ball hits the ear.

And it was that moment. Amidst the energy that overwhelmed him, Van looked at Hagan's face for a moment. And with him I was wicked. Hagan's eyes were empty. On the subject of creating a beautiful paradise, he was making such a look.

Fendel came to mind.

To the city that burned Nahar's mountain invoice and received the light, what conclusion did Van draw?

...... Now, the same end must come to his Pendel.

"Arghhhhhh!"

Screaming and screaming. Everyone who saw the sacrifice was astonished and looked at Van. And it was that moment. The hallucinogens are beginning to change. Longsword. Dagger. Dado. Stupidity. And the hallucinogens again.

All sorts of knives were in his hands and disappeared. And, with him…… I repeated that the image of so many inspectors behind me appeared like a vision and then disappeared.

Van grabs the knife. Moreover, his hand was held by a wallpaper, not a hallucinogenate. Tens of thousands of voices have also been pushed along the road. Then, his throat cried out.

— Behar! Van!

Van lifts his knife with tears. What to cut. This energy that wraps around him? Altar? Or..... The Hagan beyond that?

The answer is not dictated by words. You have to cut what you have to cut. The experience and history of Van began to burn the world once again in the sunlight. The laws of the world are re-established in Beijing by the will of the prosecutor, not by the will of God.

"An apple tree...?"

People murmured.

An apple tree began to bloom in paradise.