Sword Whisperer

Every step I take, I step on petals.

There seems to be a lot of cheer in your ears, and wherever you keep your eyes open, only the smiling faces of people are filled.

Not long ago, every place I could see was full of darkness, and even the face of the person next to me was covered with a dark green skin that was hard to see, but now even the tail of the person who was far away, even the tail of the person who was trembling, was visible.

I see too many things, so I don't know where to put my eyes. Van grabs the reins harder. Lucas whispered right next to him.

"Smile, Van. The placenta among them is here to see you."

"You came to see me?"

"Do you think there are only one or two bachelor virgins in the legendary knight who summoned the sun at night?"

"…… that's why.

"Touching people is always such a childish story."

Lucas shook his hand toward Citadel's crowd and said,

"Even if you pretend to be an adult, you end up being a child."

Life is not too short to be an adult, with Lucas muttering backwards and Van looking around. After hearing that, it was hard to feel people's gaze blossoming towards him. Lucas added:

"You're going to get very tired. You became the most prominent man in the kingdom, not in Citadel. Perhaps more so than Prince Jakarim."

"......."

Van did not deny Lucas' words. He already knew that maybe he was right, no, he was right. As a man with vague, young dreams in his heart, he had no idea how enthusiastic his deeds made people.

"Smile, Van."

Lucas said again.

"Then they will be your strength."

"......."

They become his power.

Van looked at the crowd for a moment. I read every expectation in their eyes that looked at him.

The palm of his hand, hesitant, eventually turned to the crowd.

§

This is the second time you step into the palace.

Even though the last visit to the Royal Palace was not so old, Van realized that much had changed since then. It was not just a story of his position or situation.

'.... This was the place.'

Knowing it was against the law, Van rolled his eyes. I see things that were invisible at the time. Is it better to be perceived than to be seen? I can feel the traces of the Spirit all over the royal palace.

'I can ring...'

The problem is that even if he bends, the spirits seem to be squeezed together and repaired in an instant. It is a space where the Spirit will build and build over a thousand years. This was the realm of the 'king'. It wasn't worth being torn apart with one slash.

One or two of the men who had set up the big and small ball were called to the front and were defeated by the king. Looking at the landscape, Van thought so. It's U-bow who needs to be there. He was the biggest contributor to this war, the poorest victim.

Of course, it was unspeakable, and it was forceful. Van waited for his turn.

Then, the king called his name.

"Knight of Sionel Village, Van."

Van went out in front of the king and bowed his head. The king's voice slowly lowered.

"Your balls are big."

"…… It's up to me to hide."

"At night, you stand at the forefront of the most dangerous and strive to reduce the damage to your allies. He cut off the rebel masses and marked the end of this unsupported war. And……"

For a moment, Van didn't feel like the king's voice was just chiha somewhere.

"The sun was revealed at night."

His voice still sounds great. It is not known whether it is the power of the Spirit or because it is the voice of him who cut off the apex of the world. But at that moment, his greatness brought out Van's faithfulness. He looked up at the king with an unawares look. And at that moment, I stopped seeing the king.

"......!"

"My soldiers and my people now have hopes they have never had before. I had a dream I never dreamed of. You simply did not win the war. I gave the Kingdom of the Dead a new twig. As king of this country, I am truly grateful to him."

"Delusions…… are coming."

I wasn't expecting to hear from the king, to be honest. Given the way the kingdom had been walking, the king felt rather uncomfortable giving Van a chance to enlighten his people. So Van could not have guessed the king's heart. What the hell is he seeing in this war?

"Van, I've been thinking a long time about what to give you. Would it be better if I gave you the land? That's why your wandering wall is quite famous. If so, should I sell the treasure? But I don't think you'd be very happy to carry any of those jewels. So I thought I'd ask myself. What do you want?"

"......."

Van hesitated without answering right away. The king was right. No land, no treasure, I couldn't please him. If so, what should we ask?

It was two big things that came to mind. Peeling off the death penalty against the Sunwoo family..... about the night in the North. The former, however, had to be a dangerous wish.

What should I pray for?

The king said in a calm voice.

"Of course, you don't have to return that answer right now."

"…… Thank you."

"Horses are more dangerous and sophisticated than fine-grained knives. I don't hate the way you don't open your mouth so easily. If you have something you want to ask me, come and talk to me anytime. If that does not harm the kingdom, I will try to reach my power."

Van only bows his head again thanks for what he said. If I could put it off, I'd better put it off. It was a simple idea.

But for others, it didn't seem to be that simple. It was after the nonprofit. Immediately after the civil war, Jakarim grabbed Van's arm and glittered his eyes.

"Shit, does this make sense? Congratulations, Van!"

"Yes...?"

"Why do you look so hot? Your Majesty would have listened to you! Do you know how rare that is? No, I can't do it, not even rarely. I've never seen you make such promises in my life."

"…… Was that also so rare?"

"Didn't you say so yourself? Horses are more dangerous than fine-grained knives. That's what he promised you. In a line that will not harm the Kingdom, I promise you I will help you with anything."

After Van heard it, he realized how difficult it must have been to say it to King Sassam. Even if I looked around right now, I thought everyone was talking about this with half of them.

"I bought his favour. You're the one."

"…… is that so?"

"But that's weird. Even if you made a contribution in the war, you can't make that promise easily.... Is there something I don't know?"

"Well, I don't know."

In fact, nothing was straightened out. But it was also not time to bring it out to Zacharim.

"Hm... Anyway, be careful now. All the nobles in Citadel will be after you."

"Don't worry. There were many nobles who were after me even when I graduated."

".... It's not like that?"

Jakarim looked at Van with a trembling expression. Van was still unaware of the position I had taken in this country.

"It's different. A lot."

§

"Argh!"

Van protrudes from the alley and grabs the woman who is about to fall. She was a very decent woman who was dressed rather than protruding from the corner of the alley. She gazes up half-shy and covers her mouth.

"Thank you."

"No, walk carefully."

"Hey, hey, hey, wait! I also met him like this, but even our tea..!"

"I'm a little busy."

"Then tell me your full name. I'll see you later...!"

"I'm sorry."

She will not know that she was the fifth woman to hit Van only today.

It was like that every day. Nobles or refusals to make any kind of connection to Van were hard to count by hand. I also did. Van was now regarded as the next most powerful sword, and frequently rumored to be loved by Jakarim.

In sum, Van was now the fastest way to the heart of the kingdom. All sorts of human soldiers have approached to share a word with Van somehow.

Do I have to wear a mask? '

It was Chalna who was thinking about it.

"Inspector, Van! I, Carls of the Dragon Valley, will take his place!"

"......."

It was also before I moved a few footprints. A man in a shabby leather garment was staring at half with his feet twisted. Half of him sighs when he sees the long sword in his hand.

"I'm going to get hurt."

"Haha, if I can get hurt and take the place of the best sword, that's good too, isn't it?"

"First of all, there's a mistake."

Van raised his hand. I didn't even have a knife. I've noticed that the opponent with the knife is approaching him for a long time. And even if he had some skill, it was after he had already felt it before his eyes.

"I'm not the best swordsman."

"Draw your sword. I want to fight justly."

"I'm sorry, but if I pull the knife, it doesn't seem legitimate."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you draw a sword even when you face a child?"

It was not difficult to understand that. The face of the corpse fell down, and soon he ran with the crown.

"Arghhhhhhhh!"

The muscles are twisted by long training. Not only gravity, but all the reactions that body movement brings are carried by the sword. It was a perfect union. Even a heavily armored man could cut it down with a dagger like that.

Such a slash was held between Van's thumb and index finger. The landscape that transcends my common sense shook my inner eyes, and a half-voice flowed out before he reached my mind.

"Not enough."

That was the last landscape he remembered. Van's hand moved invisibly, and after a while, the man collapsed like a broken thread doll. Van shook his head and urged him to take a cleft step. I wanted to move a little faster. It was unknown how many more flies would twist.

But after a while, Van stopped on his own. It's not like anyone showed up before my eyes. But his feelings made him stop.

'…… this.'

How could you stand in the same position? After a while, an old man in front of him appeared to be a dried-up sphere. He narrowed the gap to five and a half steps in front of him, and immediately asked with a strange smile.

"How is the young man blocking my way?"

"…… I'm not blocking your way, I seem to be at the end of it."

"I came to see a young man?"

"Reputation is familiar. Nice to meet you. I'm Van."

I had never seen his face before, but Van knew who his opponent was. Van bows his head. His left hand held the glass tightly. Van complained. I should have come to see this old man, not the other half.

"I see you here, Swordsman."

Commander of the Royal Knights, Luke.

It was the seat of this old man, not half of the kingdom, the Black Sword.