Sword Whisperer

"Van, wake up!"

As soon as Eugene grabbed the Moon Sword, the ball ran to the battlefield in a terrifying mood. As a prosecutor, many years of life as a guardian told him. The Walswords will play a much bigger role in this war than they think.

And the situation was worse than I thought. Those who touched the ashes that Hagan burned hardened like sculptures. It was as if their time had stopped.

"You're out of your mind, kid!"

The ball gave Van a Walsh sword. I felt the power of the ashes trying to stop even his time. There was nothing I could do. He was now only a prosecutor with a helpless forearm, and the key to this war was to hold him and not half.

The ball shines brightly. Even at that last moment, he did not lose faith in Van. He had heard the stories of several defenders, but he had not seen anyone who had gone through half as hard a test.

Half can beat it. No matter how horrible this ash fire is, it can definitely escape him.

However, apart from that belief, Van's body did not even see a miracle to move. The ball bites the lips. Do we have to swing the Wall Sword? Does that mean anything to you?

"Van.....................................................................!"

Scream aloud. And time stops.......

'......?'

You didn't stop?

The ball looks around in a daze. A huge apple tree shines with sunlight over the ashes. Then, I greedily swallowed up all the ashes.

I wasn't the only one who woke up from the ruined time. Everyone who had been suspended looked around and looked at the sky with a look like they had woken up from a long sleep. No matter who told you, everyone realized. This supportive war is finally over.

The inhabitants of the night and the inhabitants of the day realized that they had no more reason to fight. The war is over. The lighthouse was crumbling, and over that crumbling lighthouse.....

Dong was twisting.

§

At the end of the ashes war,

The world has changed.

The lighthouse collapses. Several opinions were divided as to whether it was the aftermath of the Hagan's ashes or something else, but there was nothing they could tell.

One of the biggest changes that came about when the lighthouse collapsed was that the day and night areas were no longer divided.

The sun has begun to rise on an equal footing everywhere in the world. But if there was a difference between the old and the present, the sun was just warm, and it was no longer trying to burn the inhabitants of the night.

"People say that."

Standing leaning against the brick of the prison, Dnoa said in a quiet voice with his arms extended.

"The lighthouse was cursed by the sun. Instead of burning the disorderly creatures that came into the lighthouse, the creatures who conformed to the order of the lighthouse..... made me not even think about going out of the lighthouse."

"......."

"Well, there are many other theories, but I think this is the most plausible one. After the lighthouse collapses, the sun doesn't want to rule out the night anymore, does it? No, actually, I don't know if I can say they're night residents anymore. Now they're traveling under the sun with us."

I couldn't rebuild the lighthouse in the morning. After the theory that the lighthouse might rather be restraining the sun, few people were relieved of the lighthouse itself.

"Isn't that amazing? Those who treated only monsters like that..... standing in the sun, secretly conforming to the system of the kingdom again. Of course, there are still troublemakers, but it's no different because they're human, right?"

The inhabitants of the night were not disordered at night, they were disordered at night. And the interesting thing is, they're not obsessed with their disorder, more than I thought. It was natural. If coming to the end of order was disorderly, coming to the end of order was disorderly. What united them under the name of Hagan was also, in a way, their clandestine desire for control and discipline.

"In the end, when we stand in the sun, we may not be mistaken for the old hymn that we are all the same."

Maybe it means that the night presence burns under the sun, leaving only the same people. Dnoa spoke quietly.

"Jakarim..... gave up the throne."

"......!"

It was the moment that Dnoa said so. Abon's face, who was silently listening to D'Noa, became so miserable that it could not be described. And when he saw Avon like that, he grinded his teeth.

"I wouldn't do that. I said I would sit on a throne without anything, and my brother asked me to kill him..... and I fell back to the world. Where would you like to sit on that throne?"

"Dnoa, I..."

"If you're going to make excuses, cut it out. I don't even want to hear it."

Along with the disappearance of Hagan, his curse on Zacharim was also weakened to the extent possible. Nevertheless, the curse was so terrible that it took him a year to regain consciousness and a year to recover as much health as the general public.

And in those two years, Zacharim never found Avon.

Why did you have to do that? I don't even know how to drink water. It's like now it's not worth the water. Like you have no heart to forgive, no mind to vomit your anger. Zacharim never once gave him a voice.

"Isn't that funny? All those who tried to defend the throne and all those who tried to take it away from Pluto.... I was the only one who could defend the throne and escaped from Pluto."

The only legitimate successor to the throne is D'Noa. She, who couldn't bear the royal heir and didn't even want to accept her life as a princess, was now in a position to bear the king's heir.

"I'll stop running."

Dnoa's eyes glow intensely. It was a straightforward and confident look. I was ashamed of why I couldn't face it with my head straight. Avon bows his head. Dnoa looked down at my brother's throat, and said in a warm voice.

"Stupid things like you, I'll get rid of them."

"You... will do well."

"Don't do that. I didn't want you to admit it."

Dnoa turns her head from Avon. Looking at the rat-hole window on one side of the prison, Dnoa murmured as she laid eyes on the sunlight coming in from beyond.

"The world is changing, and you're rotting here."

"......."

"For the last time today, I'm not coming. You don't even deserve the dust of my day."

She added bitterly.

"Even this sunlight, it's too much for you."

That was Dnoa's last words. In an empty prison, when I saw the excessive sunlight plunging down in front of my resting body, Avon laughed for a long time.

He didn't deserve to shed a tear.

§

"Oh, well. I'm half your friend?"

"Uh-huh, but this guy. Do you think there's only one person who wants to talk to you and see your face? And, uh? Where do you dare call His name? Do you know who you can live with now?"

"No, that's why I didn't come all this way! I want to say hello to my old friend!"

"It's an obvious repertoire. Come back with a more novel reason, though? Huh? If you don't just grab the Swordsman's boot, you're gonna get a dead disease, right? Then you'll consider me a little."

"But let's see him..."

"Well, let's see."

Guard, Jaygan grabs the knife with his tail up.

"Let's do it with me, shall we?"

Then the opponent realized that this guard was also a swordsman with the Lunar Inspectorate. It was incredibly fierce as a human eye. He comes out in return and retreats.

"My dear, I will not forget my work today!"

"Anyway, the foolish bastards say..... Next!"

Jaygan raised his voice. Then a shabby man approached Jaygan with a shriveled expression. Jaygan looked at the man with a nuisance.

"Yes. What brings you here?"

"That's..... my half and an old friend."

"Haah..."

Jaygan sighed openly. He gazes at the man with his absurd eyes.

"Didn't you just get kicked out of there? If you're going to bring an excuse without such a castle, step back before you get caught."

"I understand what you're saying, but... I really do. He and I are really old friends. I've lived in Sionel and been with the Guards ever since......."

"...... Sionel Village?"

At the end of the day, Jaygan's eyes changed. Van is from Sionel Village, which is a story not many people even know within the Lunar Inspectorate. Most people talk about the Citadel Academy when they ask half of them, because they don't talk about the town of Sionel.

"…… do you have anything to prove that you are Van's friend?"

Jaygan's voice changed. Dolby said with a shriveled expression.

"I think I should show you something for myself, even though he came with the prescription I used to use as a herbalist..."

"I'll check it out."

Jaygan immediately took the prescription. And I found a familiar handwriting right from him. It was Van's. Jaygan looked straight at the stone rain.

"Forgive your rudeness. There are so many people who impersonate Van's friend. Come in. Van will welcome you, too."

"…… did Van give you a welcome?"

"Oh, that's..."

Jaygan smiled bitterly.

"if you know you're here."

The Lunar Inspectorate was now a force organization of the same size as Citadel. The discrimination disappears between day and night, and it seems that situations requiring force are forced to arise more often than before. Naturally, the value of the lunar inspectors was also forced to rise even further.

Stonebee looked around with a slightly dead face. Even though his mansion was so large that it felt like a warehouse, the inspectors' mood was not unusual. It was understandable that the misuse of their inspectors could not be overestimated by those who appear to be knightly strong.

But Dolby soon disconnected himself from it. He didn't come to see the inspectors, he came to see Van.

However, that decision did not last long. It was the moment I entered Van's depression. When I saw a woman guarding his bed, I was forced to lose my mind for a moment.

'…… lighthouse keeper.'

I knew the lighthouse had an incredibly mysterious atmosphere, but I didn't know how to make it beautiful. The years made her look like a mischievous lady, and her whole body was white, as if it contained an absolute beauty that could not be measured by man.

"No, we have a visitor."

"Guest…?"

"Van's childhood friend."

"Oh, yeah."

Anya raises her body. The long hair slowly lengthens, and the unfinished face quietly stares at the stone rain. It was strange. I don't think there was much difference between him and his age, but Dolby felt like he was smiling at an older adult.

"Thank you for coming. It's Anya."

"…… Ah, Deh, Dolby."

"Have a seat. The peninsula will be happy."

Anya smiles and points to the Salfoot chair. Dolby sat in that chair with a desolate expression somewhere. When Anya feels a little ghostly, she feels like she's somewhere she shouldn't be, but she suddenly shrivels up as she looks at Van's sleepy face. Dolby opened his mouth in a bitter voice.

"That was a lot of fun."

"Lord Galet often comes and takes a look at it himself..... but I can't help but lie here for two years."

"When I was a kid, I always thought I'd live by his side. I hold the knife, this one holds the herb. But..... I've come a long way. Stubborn bastard."

Dolby grumbles. It was an annoying voice to hear, but she didn't miss the tears in her eyes. I was still worried about the possibility that Van's friendship might not be the same. I felt a little relieved when I saw the tears.

Stonebee sniffs and steals tears. And I looked at her with true eyes.

"Thank you. I'm a little relieved to have someone like this by his side."

"…… I am. There are people who worry about this, so the peninsula will be up in no time."

"When will this happen…… Do you not expect that?"

"At first, the therapist said it would happen in a few days."

And a few days became two years old.

Instead of the night, the lighthouse watched the lover's sleep, awakening everyone from the dream, and he fell asleep deeper than anyone else.

Dolby watched that half look with a loving expression for a long time. He refused to let Anya have a place to stay, and he looked at him again as if he was going to carve Van's face in his head, and soon left politely.

It wasn't just silk dolphins that came to Van. And there was Luke who came to him most often.

"You're still here today. Swordsman."

"I moved on my way, and I reached here again."

Luke smiles.

After being defeated by Hagan in the Ash Fire War, Luke did not lose his life, but became a body that could not hold the sword again. But that's why he was rather patronizing. Luke sits in front of Van and looks down at his calm face for a moment.

"What kind of dream are you having and won't you wake up for long..."

"I hope it was a good dream."

Anya said in a quiet voice.

"For two years, I don't want to think that Van had a nightmare."

"Van would have turned it into a nightmare."

It's like you've changed the world so much.

In Luke's words, Anya smiled for the first time. Luke didn't last long. However, I only came often. Like I'm trying to remind Van that there's still someone looking for you.

After the guest left, she quietly grabbed Van's hand again. Hands that were full of stiff flesh are now soft. I could hold her hand warmer. But, he's not really here.

"… now I can live really lazily. I'm confident."

But Van was lazier than she was.

So lazy that I didn't even think it would happen.

"Don't worry too much."

It was then. A voice rang. Anya turns her head without being surprised. On Van's bed, a voice was being heard from the hallucinogens who had entered the black house. It was glass.

"Van will win and come back. Just like I always did."

"…… I know you will win."

Anya laughed vaguely.

"But if you're going to win, you can't beat it too fast."

"Yes. Let's hit the king when he wakes up."

"I'm not going to hit you. I'll hold you."

Anya strokes Van's face. Like touching a jewel that would break if touched wrongly, the hand was delicate and cautious.

"You've been beaten up too much. This one's weak."

Glass laughed. Anya sat on Van's bed and quietly laid down beside him. And I closed my eyes slowly, feeling his warmth.

Glass said.

"Aren't you tired of sleeping like that all the time?"

"What if I wake up somewhere and fall asleep?"

Anya closed her eyes as if she was sleepy.

"So I'm not leaving."

I'm tired, sleepy. Will you still dream of half waking up today? I like to dream, but I hate waking up from that dream.

She fell asleep like that. Then I opened my eyes with Van's hand.

"Get up. No."

"... this dream again."

"Dreams?"

"But, well, good. I wish I could see it in my dreams."

That's why I slept next to Van. Anya smiles forcefully and leans her head against Van's chest.

"Get up quickly. I'm really tired of waiting."

"You're up."

"Not in a dream. In reality. In reality."

"…… this is the reality."

"That line again. Do you know how many people woke up excited about that? I'm not gonna wake you this time. Break the dream."

"Huh.."

Van looked at her like she was ridiculous and pinched her cheek. Anya sighs and screams.

"Ah, ha, don't! It hurts! I'm awake!.. Huh? Does it hurt?"

"I mean, it's not a dream."

"..... did you get sick from this dream now?"

Anya wails and looks at Van. I was pinched hard enough to cry. I don't think so. While Van thought about it, Anya asked again in a mixed voice.

"Well, isn't that a dream?"

"No."

"You can't cheat. Seriously, then I'm really gonna cry. Crying?"

"…… It looks like you're already crying?"

"What happened?"

"Yes."

Van smiled.

"I'm up."

Anya cried.

And, she kept what she said to Yuri.

Anya didn't hit Van. Neither grumbled nor cursed. However, I just hugged him.

But that hug seems to be spicier than a fist.

Van thought.