Sword Whisperer

Van, who had been in deep sleep for two years, opened his eyes.

The news immediately spread throughout the kingdom. Those who didn't know Van's face all over the place held a feast with only one news.

"It's a festive atmosphere everywhere. Van."

"…… is that so?"

Owen smiles and looks at Van. While Van was fainting, Owen became quite an emerging philosopher in Citadel. Owen's happiness surpassed that of a politician and empathized with everyone, and thanks to him, all the nobles of Citadel wanted to invite him forward.

Nevertheless his clothes were still shabby. You can ask Galette's therapist if you like, but the leg is still limp.

Van doesn't ask why Owen is acting like he used to. As Van had to destroy Hagan's paradise, Owen would also have his reasons.

"Van really brought the dong, so I couldn't rest either."

"That's my fault. I apologize."

"I'll be happy to forgive you."

Owen smiles and then asks.

"What do you plan to do now? I still don't think you're gonna let go of the knife."

Owen heals the knives tied to Van's waist. Van looked down at the knives for a while and immediately shrugged.

"He told me he was the one who brought Dong."

"Yes, I did."

"But you know what? Dong twists every day."

Van smiled.

"Every day, we have to bring Dong."

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"This is a scam! Fraud!"

The duck, which has sparrow wings, squats with a thick face. The queen frowns at the duck.

"What is fraud?"

"All I ever wanted to be was a slender leopard! It's not a duck! But why is this happening?"

"I told you. I can't guarantee what's going to happen. You want to be the closest thing to your essence? Maybe it was a duck to you."

"Mo, blasphemy! How can you treat a guest like this? I mean, my money. Give me my money!"

"Fuck off. I'm not going to treat you like a guest. Or……"

The raccoons, winged by the queen, crumble like bees and dangerously hover around the duck.

"Are you going to get hurt?"

"…… I will never forget this hairdresser!"

The duck squawks to the end and leaves. It was a little pompous to send out a hateful glance, but it was a cute back. The queen nervously scratches her back.

"I don't know why so many mothers come these days. I'm sorry. I waited a long time, didn't I?"

"No, it's fine."

"I don't think I'm here to take my offer to be a knife seriously."

"On the contrary."

Van put out his knife. It was not a hallucination with glass, it was a longsword with Kishin. When the queen saw Kishin, she covered her mouth and laughed.

"Did he say that he was standing by to get back into the spring?"

"Let's hear it for ourselves."

Van told the queen Kishin. The Queen seemed to be talking to Kishin for a long time. And soon he nodded.

"Well, I'll help. Van, I owe you quite a debt."

"Debt?"

"I never imagined that our springs would be shining in the sun."

The Queen pointed to the sky and said, Van looks up at the sky like he is possessed by the words. As long as he was right, the sky was looking down at him, so pretty as to think that his hand was the result.

"By the way, Kishin, you must have been very well? I saw you and the glass, so I couldn't stand being still."

The queen frowned at the moment when she heard what Kishin had in her hand. And Kishin fell to the ground, and lifted up his hands and covered his mouth.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Why are you yelling? I'm ashamed to say it when I'm embarrassed."

"Did Kishin tell you all that?"

"You just wanted to be human, didn't you? But think about it. What makes you so determined to be human all of a sudden? It's you."

"Well......."

"But is he really okay?"

The queen curls the glass.

"It's a good time to be human. Of course, I can't guarantee you'll be human."

"It's not the time yet."

"Hmmm... Well, it's none of my business. By the way, it was a good decision. Van."

"What decision do you make?"

"Destroying paradise."

At that moment, Van's body solidified. Knowing the story was all the swords, Kishin, Glass, and the voices of the Moon Sword he had. How does the Queen know about him?

"I'm always standing on the edge. The same is true of paradise, even though the fake paradise feels happier, but I think the happier happiness I enjoy in this sloppy world is better."

"I don't know what a blissful happiness is, but thank you."

"The world is a mess, isn't it?"

The queen asked. Van kept his silence for a while, then opened his mouth quietly.

"D'Madpo was still looking for the coordinates to paradise. Shaid still…… serves the kingdom with the flag of revolution in his chest, and there are still many who have lost their way. But one is different."

Van smiled.

"The lighthouse is gone. My lover can now sleep late, or he can roll on the lawn."

"…… yes. That would be a big change."

"Dong is dead."

He added:

"And I'll play it tomorrow."

The conversation with the Queen ended with that. Leaving Kishin in the lost spring, Van held the glass in his hand. He asked in a worrying voice.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I don't know if you're a swordsman, but it's been a while since you've been worried about me. Junior."

Glass replied naturally.

"You can't put a kid by the water and go looking for my life by myself, can you?"

"…… you will be the only one who treats me like a child on the waterfront."

"Don't listen to it with compliments. Kid."

While she can live a human life, she chooses the life of a sword. And because of that knife, Van still couldn't rest today.

Van touches the Hand of Sunwoo in his arms. The hand, which was always empty, now had a pretty cool sentence engraved on it. After looking down at the sentence for a while, Van soon took a step.

There's nothing to look back on. There is no hesitation. Everything is clear. As his hand tells him,

He can see Carl's voice.

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Epilogue

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"I knew you would come one day."

"......."

"I won't make excuses. You have the right to be angry with me. It must have been a long way.Would you like a cup of tea?"

The man bluntly smiled and asked. Sitting on a chair that was about to be broken, like the old house that was about to fall, the man said in a loud voice that seemed to be about to be broken. His waistband had a golden speckled notebook, which, unlike the picturesque surrounding landscape, seemed so spectacular that it further highlighted his humble appearance.

"I'm sorry, but if you want to drink tea, take it yourself. I don't have the strength to do that."

"…… Why did this happen?"

"Dealing with souls..... is never worth it. If it's time to move that soul and bring a new one..... Cool."

Mada coughed. K'Shatu's calm gaze plunges into his dry body. The knife in his hand was embarrassing, and Mada was in a hurry to die. Kchatu asked.

"Where is Ezekiel?"

"Do you still call him Ezel...?"

"Bring Ezel."

"I'd love to, but I can't."

Mada smiles with her palms raised.

"I don't know where she is."

"Bullshit……!"

K'Shatu grabbed Mada's neck while she was old. Mada smiles as she looks up at K'Shatu, even with her powerless body.

"She left. Soon after taking back my soul, I confessed all the sins I had committed, and for a long time I was still looking at me..... and he left without saying anything. I don't know where he went."

"You want me to believe that?"

"Ezekiel's body..... stopped breathing?"

At that moment, K'Shatu's body hardened. Mada nods.

"I see."

"…… there was no soul in it. Ezekiel's soul is in her body. Ezekiel..... is alive."

K'Shatu said as he recited it to himself. Seeing K'Shatu like that, Mada looked pitiful.

"Look at yourself. What's the difference between me and you? I have changed the soul of one child into the soul of another, and you cannot accept that changed soul, trying to bring it back."

"Return Ezekiel."

"Impossible."

Mada shakes her head.

"I called her because I had the spirit of Hagan. Now that the spirit is gone, there's nothing I can do."

"It was a child.....!"

K'Shatu cries out in a howl.

"Why does he have to go through this!"

"If you want an answer, at least it's not for me."

Mada was more lost than anyone else. He gazes at K'Shatu with an eye that desperately hopes for something.

"But if I cut my neck with that knife, revenge is possible."

Through his words, K'Shatu realized that what Mada desperately wished for was punishment. And so, K'Shatu couldn't punish Mada. Not being punished, being crushed by one's own conscience and approaching death one day, was the biggest punishment that Mada could suffer.

K'Shatu wept. In front of a human being who could not even shed tears, the human being who was a monster shed tears. K'Shatu stretches his sword. He didn't want to give her anything she wanted. Mada has already taken too much from him. I took everything from him.

"You die here. Slowly."

K'Shatu slowly turns his back. Mada looked at her back and opened her mouth slowly as if she was possessed by something.

"...... if you want to find her, go east."

K'Shatu looked back at Mada. Mada shakes her head and says nothing, as if it was the last thing he could say.

K'Shatu followed Mada's words. He walked east. I walked without knowing how long to walk or where to stop.

Numerous people appeared in front of Kshatu's house. Some were good, some were bad. In the meantime, K'Shatu also heard that Van had reappeared. He smiled at the moment, but that smile didn't last long. Apart from that, he still had work to do.

His steps only stopped after he touched the inn.

She was carrying a broom. Appearance is different. It has to be different. Because that soul was embedded in a completely different body. Maybe even that soul should be seen as completely different now. What was Ezekiel, it might have left very little in it.

Nevertheless, K'Shatu only looked at her for a long time when he saw her. She approaches a larger distance, who is less than a mile away, and looks at him and makes an impression.

"Hey, what is it! Why are you looking at me like that?"

"…… Yes?"

"Don't let go of the cigimi! With those two eyes! You just saw me! Why do you look like that? If you're interested, say it, or, uh? You're just blindfolded! I'll just do one of them. Why are you wandering around like this?"

"I'm sorry, it's not the same, I... I like the look."

".. Wh, what kind of person is all this?"

In response to unimaginable questions, she shakes her head as if absurd. K'Shatu looks at her with even tears. Is she Ezekiel or not? Sad that he couldn't get an answer to that little question, he ended up crying. Eventually, she panicked and had to soothe him.

"No, what am I crying about? Who knows if I hit anything? No, what if someone with a knife tears like this! Stop crying, K'Shatu!"

That was the moment she said it. K'Shatu even forgets to cry and looks at her with a brutish expression.

"Now, what..."

"Yes?"

"Didn't you just call my name?"

"I've never done that."

"No, definitely, K'Shatu..."

"I've never done that! How do you know the name of the first person I've seen? Besides, you have such a strange name!"

She refused violently. But K'Shatu had already heard his voice. K'Shatu's tears stopped. He lifts the knife. At a moment when she was flawed, K'Shatu threw the knife into the ground for a while.

"If you can't cry with a knife, can you cry without a knife?"

"Yeah? No, why are you doing this to me? Don't think about crying! And that knife, can the prosecutor just leave you like that? Isn't Carl more important to the prosecutor than his life?"

"There's nothing more important than life."

K'Shatu smiles. Sad, happy. It was a strange laugh. While the woman was embarrassed by the kind of smile she had never seen before in her life, Kshatu opened her mouth.

"I don't need a knife. It's time."

The way Carl leads us now ends here.

The monster who dreamed of human beings through a knife,

By throwing away the sword, you become human.

"Why are you crying?"

"When am I going to cry...?"

She only realizes that I'm crying. K'Shatu sees him and realizes that tears like that can sometimes save someone.

"I'm sorry I'm so late."

"Well, who the hell are you..... Phew, ah, why am I doing this?"

She cries and doesn't know why I'm crying. But it's okay. There's plenty of time to fill out the reasons for crying. To her, to him.

K'Shatu looked at her like that, crying again. He knew why I was crying, but he didn't really explain it.

It was the rendezvous of the wolves.

It's ridiculous from a distance, and it's ridiculous from a distance.

But somehow, those woolbos are lovely.

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