Sword Whisperer

'As I thought...!'

At first I made that mistake. I think the efficacy of Kishin simply ends in strengthening his body. But when I thought about it, I couldn't. His earlobe, his blue flame, could be a flame that burns enemies in front of his eyes whenever he wants, and could be a gust.

Draws fire that rises like a high fountain of sky. I couldn't help but feel awkward as if I was moving my sixth finger, but it wasn't that different when compared to dealing with Gigi.

Until just now, the earring that seemed to pierce the sky slowly turned small. Above his body, a subtle blue light hovers, and the blade darkens his ears as if it were wet with a cipheran paint. Apparently, Arotep seems to have lost his strength, but it has brought more tension. Neither the feathered duckling bird nor the bum that hid the claws were more dangerous.

The bum ran.

'!'

Arotep threw himself out instead of stopping or kicking him out. And that was the right decision. Above that trajectory, where Van's blade was drawn, a massive slash was drawn across the cavity.

Quagmire! The walls of the cavities shake with great noise. The idea that it might collapse disappeared in front of Van's sword. That sword was more threatening than the collapse of the cavity.

'The pace has slowed.'

Arotep's eyes sparkled. There was no price for exercising that kind of power. Indeed, Van's blackmail was certainly slower than it had just been. In the meantime, there is no way that health will be noticeably reduced again...... It seems that the power of the yoke is more focused on the blade.

If so, there was still a multiplication. If you just think of it as bending an endless blade, just reading the trajectory makes it easier for him than he just did.

It had to be the opponent.

‘…… there is no room to interfere.'

Arotep's complexion quickly became white. It was strange. Van's body is not the same as before. He was exhausted, slow. Even a little while ago, the blade that could be chased closer was now visible.

Nevertheless, that knife is difficult.

It wasn't just because of the energy on the sword. Van knew very well how to use the numbers' Block ’and' Remove ’from Arotep. There was a proficiency that prosecutors at his age could not have, an experience that could not be lived with talent, and half as much as hundreds and perhaps thousands of years.

Spills, stabs, and cuts intersect exquisitely, eliminating all gaps in his attacks and defenses. It didn't matter that the speed didn't look like a glow. All of his slashes and stabbings were under attack and defence, and Arotep failed to show more than half of his movements with a sword.

It was the essence of swordsmanship. It is suicide to distance yourself from the sword that wields the storm. Reducing the distance does not necessarily result in a pointed number. As long as I can't hit my fist directly in the storm, all Arotep can do is aim for an inevitable gap.

Are you trying to help me, too? Kissin? '

Is it a coincidence, or is it something Kishin tells you? Now, every time Van wields a sword, Kishin stands before the vampires he deals with. Among them were some horrible vampires who couldn't even stand in front of the car.

I feel confident. The biggest characteristic of Van as a prosecutor is that any style can be taken at that time. In front of the Vampire, the Vampire will be the most afraid of the Vampire, and in front of the Vampire, the Vampire will be the most reluctant.

That way he can be the natural enemy of all.

"Hick... don't think so easily! I can't hide it yet...."

"Then you'd better get it out quick."

Van twists his mouth.

"I intend to end this fight."

"…… You're a tough guy. But I admit, it's a tough one. Read the sword……. In the future, it will be a more daunting test......"

Arotep's expression changed radically.

"But today is not the day I lose."

A bloody aura emanates from Arotep's body. Something offensive was about to happen that didn't know who he was. Van was sweating and laughing. It's good if the opponent is stronger. After cutting him off, he'll be that strong.

The tension hovers. At the next moment, there's definitely only one of them alive. That conviction passed through a cavity that was halfway collapsed.

And at that time, Munet stepped out. She said in a voice that did not conceal contempt, as if the two idiots beside me were making headaches.

"You guys remember why you're fighting now, don't you?"

Of course, it's been a long time since you two had forgotten that. Munet sighs and looks back at Arotep. She gazes at my father with her bare eyes.

"How many times have I told you that I'm not a groom, and now I want you to tell my guests why I'm so ashamed……."

"…… Munet, this……"

"What is this?"

Munet picked out her rapier.

"Stop it now. If you want to see my face again later."

"….. You really don't like it?"

"Look at his face. Who likes a stupid face like that?"

"But that's..."

"Wait, why is my face all of a sudden turning into a whistle?"

"You shut up, too. Don't talk to me."

Munet shoots sharply and looks back at Arotep.

"I think this is enough proof of my skills."

"Do you really think this is enough? You don't have enough to root out."

"If it hits you in the face, it will. But I'm a thief. I don't do stupid things like that. I'll steal it. No one will know."

"…… Let's move on."

Arotep stretches his shoulders axially. The long nails soon diminished again. He looked at Munet's dirty clothes and asked.

"I will prepare food and tea."

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Van was secretly ashamed that the fight was over during the war, but that did not mean that it was too bad. His fighting power in the realm of the night was guaranteed, just to confirm that he could handle the stormsword he had imagined.

‘The level of the 6-Star exam seems to be…….'

Even if I could strengthen my body with Kishin's ear right now, I could be a little less than 6 stars. And the stormsword was a technique with efficiency incomparable to simply strengthening the body.

If Arotep was a test, he could reach about 6-star. His nails were not just about the law of biting the touch, but also contained the concept of a kind of curse. Given the ominous energy that I showed you at the end....

'.... I'll let you finish that.'

Van's grudging eyes turned to Munet. Muñet frowns on his black eyebrows and stares at Van.

"I know what you're thinking, but refrain. Your goal, you have it. ”

"Objectives?”

"...... Guardian's Sword. It's not something you need to find."

"Ah, uh, uh... yes. We have to find him."

"How did you get me to move in with this guy..."

They were sitting in the parlour shaking their throats. Van looks back at the fabulous interior of this dizzying mansion, except for the absence of windows.

"I never imagined there would be a place like this underground..."

"My father is not only a Kultan, he's a big city with branches all over the South. It's hard to describe this as luxury."

"... I didn't know you were the daughter of such a great thief. And, um, the daughter of a vampire..."

Van said that and strangely healed Munet. Looking at him as if he had no sense of hiding behind his gaze, Munet grabbed my mouthpiece with both fingers. A sharp fang stares at him at the level of an ordinary man.

"You got it? You got it? You're not a vampire?"

"Who said you were a vampire? I knew it wasn't me. Really?"

"... in the first place, vampires don't have kids. So don't worry. I can't suck your blood because I wake up with a vampire in the future."

"You can't have children...?"

"It was when I was six."

Munet leans on the couch and looks up at the ceiling. Looking at the familiar ceiling where the light of the torch cast a dark shadow, she said it was not as trivial as telling of her favorite food.

"My father stole me. Like a thief."

"........"

At that moment, I didn't know what to say. On the subject of wielding a sword that could even contain a storm, he was as powerless as a child holding candy at this moment.

"Must have been hard."

"I dried up the fight not for you, not for my father. It was for me. If he dies, it has to be in my hands. I mean, don't be dazed. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I'm asking because it's now..."

Van looks at Munet with his chin twisted.

"What's your relationship with Eroc Elder?"

"…… until you say so."

"But you kept it that hard? Are you, um... a girl's lover?"

"Yeongyeon, you sound like...!"

Muñet was furious with a rare reddish cheek. But there was no clearer answer than that. Van nods and soon takes a serious look.

"Well, if you're old enough..... no, but you're hundreds of years old, right? Isn't there a problem at this point? No matter how different we look from the outside."

"Don't hand it over! My heart toward the elder is pure admiration, ah, no, with respect and joy……"

Just talking about Eroc made it easy for Munette to bluff. Watching a mutt like that was pretty fun. I can't believe that cold, spicy woman can smell like a spring lunar grass.

In fact, I was also jealous of such a mutette. If he could be as humble in front of love as she is, maybe he was living a different life than he is now.

'.... I'm going to think about it now.'

Van focused on teasing Munet. But it didn't last that long either. Her cheeks, which were tinged with red flush, hardened darkly with the appearance of Arotep. Arotep glances at them with the jewels hanging across the desert.

"Yes. Did you get enough rest?"

"I don't think I can rest here."

Munet replied in a quiet voice.

"So let's get to the bottom of it. Can you tell me where the roots are?"

"…… let me ask you just one question before that. The Eternal God would have been easier to steal than the Root. Is there a reason you want to steal the Root?"

"I don't want to answer that."

"Then I'm in trouble too. As a father, you can't send your daughter to a limb for no reason."

"…… if I think that calling you a father is really about calling you a daughter, so if you're really mistaken that you deserve to be a father, it's hard for me, too."

Muñet said in a cold voice. Van watches this woman's confrontation with a shaky face. I wanted to be a married woman whose fight is a hobby. By word or deed. Arotep gazes at Munet with angry eyes, and finally sits still.

"... Do you know what the roots are?"

"Only to the extent that vampires are a source of power."

"Roots are corpses."

Arotep added:

"And the queen of vampires. When she gets stronger, we get stronger and weaker together. When she grieves, we shed tears for no reason, and vice versa. It is like that."

"And because she drank blood and had eternal life, you didn't die either?"

"..... There is one misunderstanding."

Arotep laughed white. With a completely different face from his daughter, he stroked my chin and said,

"Vampires don't drink blood and don't die. Drinking blood instead of dying."

"… isn't that it?"

"I'll tell you a little easier. It means that eternal life is not earned in exchange for blood. She's been holding on to eternal life ever since. One day, until my lover cursed me."

Arotep raised his voice. As if he were an actor in theatre, he said in a solemn and silent voice with one hand to the sky.

- No matter how much blood you drink, you will not quench thirst.

- You will lose your life every step of the way.

— All food will be chewed like sand, and the flesh will rot before the sun.

— So, I say, you will not hope for tomorrow to come forever as long as your life is at stake.

The tone that seems to command the world, the confidence that my vain orders will surely be fulfilled. At the end of Arotep's short play, Van found out that Eroc wasn't stolen for good. Instead, he turned them into vampires.