Sword Whisperer

'.... What the hell is going on?'

People looked at the apple tree with a disappointed look. Among the crowds, there were no followers of God who only looked for the place where the sacrifice was held. But even such people seemed to have never seen such a landscape before.

It was a strange landscape.It seemed like the flame burning from the altar would swallow up the apple tree and bake half of it in no time. Nevertheless, half of the skin was fine without a single corner of soot, and the apple tree only grew its branches more and more, and it did not show a burning smell.

"What the hell is going on...?"

Even the priests who suffered from the prenatal period were unable to speak in front of this surreal landscape. He was no longer praying. Nevertheless, God's will was not cut off. It was his attitude that he would not care whether he prayed or not.

It was clear that Van was intertwined with something that transcended their perception. But how is that possible? It's amazing that he only thought of himself as the son of a charcoal smith and a porcelain, but what is this apple tree?

The chaos of the crowd becomes a commotion and is stuck in the ear. But Van couldn't answer them. I already heard so many voices in his ears.

"Hagan."

Van didn't open his mouth. But his voice was heard on a branch, on a leaf, quietly…… but it was certainly told to Hagan. I felt Hagan's gaze. I had no way of knowing where or how I was looking at him, but it was certain that Hagan cared a lot about him.

"Your world, I won't say I don't like tea. Actually, it was pretty good. Too bad I can't remember the moment I lived as their son."

— Then why do you carry a sword?

"I want to ask you back, why did you choose the way you communicated..... with the sword?"

I felt Hagan laughing quietly. His laughter became the wind and the sun tickled Van. The question was as cute as it seemed. But Van was serious. When Van first picked up the knife, he never thought it was something like this that changed the world.

However, the higher his inclination, the greater the influence he could exert on the world, the more half could no longer turn away. What he had was not the power to wield a sword. It was the power to change the world. And as soon as he became empowered, his responsibilities and duties also followed him together.

The sword has always been a symbol of usurpation.

In front of half of those questions, Hagan replied with caution.

In front of what I wanted to have but couldn't, people always raised their swords. To threaten, to take. Those who ask God to give them wealth are also forced to take up the sword, so likewise. It's not my choice. It's the ugly nature of human beings, who can't help but change the world.

"… then is my sword enough to intimidate you?"

Man asked for God. Hagan smiled speechlessly.

— You can't threaten me. Guardian.

"… I don't know. I think I need to see that."

— It's not about beating me. Who do you think is the only person in the world who needs to make sacrifices?

Van kept his mouth shut the moment he answered the question. In fact, that was a problem he was still thinking about. Van asked in a fierce voice.

"You're sacrificing, are you going to say that?"

— You think I'm the one who made the sacrifice. Isn't that the answer?

Hagan asked in a lonely voice. The feeding clouds were coming. The rain that fell like a showerhead on the trail became a new heavy rain. As the rain trunk that touched the apple tree evaporated in an instant, the surroundings became full of mist. I saw no more altars, no more spectators. All I could see was the fog and the shadow of the apple tree that dazzled the whole fog.

Hagan raised his voice. Above the fog, the shape of some began to be revealed. Van was able to recognize them without difficulty. Mada Potter. And perhaps his lover..... and the woman that Ezel's soul entered.

— They won't bother you anymore. There are many sins, but there are no sins in this world. To destroy this world is to deprive that poor lover of the opportunity to spare each other.

"......."

— What about that poor beast I wasn't even sure I had a soul to call you, Father?

These were the Kchatu who were illuminated this time. K'Shatu and Ezel became brothers and sisters and were fighting each other. K'Shatu had a childlike face, and Ezel knew how to make a shadowless face, unlike her.

— If Mada is a sinner and he's not allowed to be happy, what about these lives that you didn't save? I know that you are favorable to them. Is destroying this world really for them?

"Stop it."

— No, I can't quit.

Hagan's voice became resolute. As if he was exhausted with God's life, he shouted in anger with a voice that contained even gloom.

— I lived as a warrior of the Revolution, but what about this red-headed prosecutor who had to cut my colleagues off! The souls of Shiraz, who had to think it natural for me to forget who I was because they were connected, what would their lost lives be like? All I ever wanted was a tranquil life, but how empty was the life of the lighthouses who always climbed the castle to protect the day from night and had to live on guard against the monsters of the night who never knew when to enter!

Numerous people's faces have passed. No, Vindelheim. Shiraz Sarah. Arotep. Munet. Eroc. Emily. Glass. Heat. And Suya.....

— Now they can all laugh. I'm no longer afraid of tomorrow. The price is that a sinner who once drove hundreds of thousands of people to death became a machine named God, serving the world. You punish me, but do you not know that destroying this world could be a salvation for me?

It's a story that fits the verse. What the hell can Van get by punishing Hagan? Now that the people in this world have thought about the past that they can't even remember, what the hell do they get? Maybe he's really not a demon? Might it be such a sleazy demon that he can't burn the paradise God made close to him?

Several questions bothered Van. But Van didn't ask Hagan about it. Even if it wasn't Hagan, there were enough people to answer the question. Like I said, he heard the sound of a knife.

"… why haven't I lost my memory?"

— I didn't lose my memory. It's a child.

Hagan said in a gentle voice, as if I really were a god.

— However, he couldn't shake the old fashions.

It was the moment Hagan said so. Once again, a landscape began to be drawn over the mist. But this time it was different than before.

It was a place Van knew very well. Night. Exactly where the northern lighthouses were, where their last war was.

Just as I thought the world had changed since everything was over, Van was forced to blink at the landscape. The landscape of war was intact. However, if there was anything unusual, it was as if time had stopped…… everyone was looking at the same landscape as a statue.

— The old days, the Dark Ages, ended that moment. And I led all mankind into the light..... here, into paradise.

So time didn't stop, it was over. The Royal Army, which was about to fight the night, was not given death. However, I have had the opportunity to rebuild everything else.

It was never a deception to say that Hagan had already punished himself. Can he be happy by making those who made me die happy again, listening to their prayers, holding the life of God in his hands?

Not even a king can bear the burden on his shoulders, but what is the place of God?

— I think I understand now. What it means is that you can't punish me.

When I said I would punish someone who was already being subjected to a major punishment, it was nothing more than a deprivation. Confronting Hagan is for Hagan. It's never for Van, it's never for Van's neighbors.

Nevertheless, do we have to lift a knife against Van Hagan?

"......."

Van finds himself from the last appearance of the Dark Ages, illuminated by Hagan. And soon he found out he wasn't alone. In front of him, I saw an examination of a stranger's forearm. He was holding a knife to Van with his eyes shining like he had not given up hope.

It was a bayonet.

'…… that's it.'

Van immediately grabbed the wallpaper in his hand. What he was holding now was not simply a guardian's entitlement. It was the will of the ball and the last hope of the rest.

Van swung the blade. Following his drawn sword, the branches of the apple tree dig into the world with a honeycomb as if they had a will. Hagan's harsh voice fell with thunder.

— Do you intend to insist on seeing all this? What the hell are you up against me for? What are you trying to abandon your precious people for!

"There's no reason for grandeur."

Van grabbed the Moon Sword. He scolds Hagan with malice, staring at the world.

"However, my teachers don't allow that much."

Perhaps the sick and sad past should be abandoned. Van did not deny that he had a desire to think that way.

However, he was eventually a member of the Sunwoo family. He kept the old, and learned from the past. Throwing out all that past is like throwing out all the grace they have received.

Jenson's Longsword. The whipped branches show off their power.

A longsword of five. The branches of the apple tree extend as if they were trying to plant my seed in everything in the world.

Lucas' Shortsword. It shudders all the spirits of Hagan who are trying to bind him.

Glass's hallucinations shed all the history that Hagan had built over time.

Lopo's Bamboo Sword chases after the Hagan in time, space, and beyond.

And the Moon Sword.

".............!"

Unexpressible coalescence resonates with sound. It's the same as screaming. It is as difficult as it is for thousands, tens of thousands of knives, to capture their lives and voices. But we have to. Van is a guardian. He's the only one in the world who can hear the sword.

It's the only thing that can convey the voices of the knives to the world.

The fog disperses. Those who hesitate to sit on the ground look up to the sky. What they saw was two. A red apple tree that grows enormously like it swallows the world, and a gray flame that burns the apple tree.

I stopped even thinking about running away from people, as if God and God were fighting. Where are we supposed to run? I'm already casting a shadow over that flame and every branch of the world.

— You're going to make the lives of all these people invisible! Guardian!

Hagan cries out in a painful voice. Van didn't answer. In his eyes, Hagan, who was looking like a rotten tree, looked so clearly. The gray flame-shaped branch connected to his body was answering all prayers to the whole world.

The house built on the tomb is finally ready to fall. Van has already taken a class in Pendel. Where does happiness come from? Surely happiness comes from a huge mansion and abundant food? So all misfortune comes out of poverty?

Van knew it wasn't the right answer after all. To think of the substance as God, Van has already seen too many kinds of misfortune.

"Time to wake up from a dream. Mr. Pee Pee."

The apple tree was eaten by fire.

…… No, it was the opposite.

Van's apple tree advances through the fire. Countless exams appeared on each of those branches, wielding knives. Glass, lopo, wooden, ball, auburn, Lucas……. All who had their names were fighting evil against them.

And now, it was time to follow the Peninsula.

Half of them stepped on the upright branch. Facing the appearance of a flame of ash screaming, Van looks back for a moment. Maybe after that, there's a fever and a sighting.

'Farewell.... Should I have said it better?'

Fool grabs the ankle, but doesn't walk back.

The direction to be taken is clear.

Tens of thousands of voices were guiding him.