Sword Whisperer

"If you've slept so long, don't you think there's something different? I'm just saying the same thing."

— Ha, if you think I will obey you because you are a child of the Sunwoo family! This elder has been fighting the night before you were born!

"Why did such a great elder not eat so much iron?"

Having suffered from Lopo, Van could not bear the burden of Kishin's years. No, it looked rather pathetic. It's always been blood and slaughter.

Kishin started talking last night. When he felt something strange, he grabbed Kishin, and he was howling with a dying voice.

Give me blood, give me blood!

· · · It was a speech that no one could say was a sacred sword.

"You woke up in the North? I thought I could sleep forever."

And maybe it was better that way. At least you didn't have to hold a sword like this. Kishin turned his nose farting and said,

— Hm, I can't imagine that Sunwoo's guardian would be as annoying as you are, but he won't be able to sleep with me again.

"I don't think you can sleep with me either."

— Let's do it!

"Let's reconcile."

Van laughed quietly.

"After all, I hate it, but you're my sword. It's not like you have two legs, so you can't run away somewhere. And there's no reason to fight me, is there? I'm not a servant of the night. Rather, their enemy. If you and I are friends, I think we can come to a pretty good agreement."

Kishin was special. I don't know what kind of principle he was, but every time he dealt with someone with a trace of the night, his strength became stronger... He could be used almost like a treasure in the North.

—..... The mood has changed.

Kishin noticed half the change later. Obviously, half of what he remembered was more hematopoietic and monocellular than this.

— How long has it been?

"About a year."

— A year... enough time for a country to die. One person is enough to change.

"But why haven't you changed?"

— The great one, like this elder, doesn't change a year or two! Fool.

Kishin is tempered. The glass murmured in a dull voice.

— Van, why don't you just throw this knife away? I can't go with you because it's noisy.

— Huh, look at the habit of talking about a young parrot who hasn't even bled yet!

— I think it's all rusty after a while.

— Rusty, rusty, rusty? What a rascal...!

Kishin's ear burns. Van calmly suppressed that ear. After suppressing the power of Kishin, Kishin sighs and looks back at Van.

— Are you stopping my ears...?

"I don't want you to forget where we are. I don't want to make a fuss at the lighthouse."

— I knew the Guardian would grow up so fast, huh.

Kishin made a dismal voice that he could not believe. This is an overwhelming guitar.

"I intend to move to the North soon. If you want blood, you'll probably be buried. So let's be gentle for now. Then I don't intend to be a wolf either."

— Going north...? Do you know what that means?

"Does it mean going into a limb?"

— It's not a limb-level story.

Kishin laughed.

— I don't know what side of the night you've seen so far, but even in the deepest darkness, the sun won't shine.

"There's a reason to go."

- Is it the Guardian's sword?

"· · · Do you know anything?"

Van's eyes narrowed. Van has never spoken a word about the Guardian's Sword. Kishin said in a snoring voice.

— Hmm, there's nothing this senior doesn't know. I've seen the Guardian of Sunwoo before. That's why I didn't think you'd be a guardian. But it's amazing. Why are you at the lighthouse while you're a member of Sunwoo? Your family must be the enemy of Nahar.

"I don't intend to get involved in the old story every day."

— You're very forward-looking. Your ancestors would love to hear it.

Kishin blabbers openly. Van opens his eyes.

"I must have told you to be friends."

— I always do this to my friends, you bastard! And where do you keep being friends? When I was your age, I ate a few times more than your father!

"Then act accordingly at that age."

— Goryan..!

That's how it was. As a Kishin who has been fighting the night for a long time, I expected to give him some nutritious advice, but Kishin didn't want to tell me if Van deserved to rot or if he really didn't know much.

Shortly after, Van lost interest in talking to Kishin. Van decided to devote his time to something a little more constructive.

Like talking to Anya.

"When does the permit come out?"

"Things are complicated. You heard the story, right? Rumor has it that the rebel headquarters is in the north."

"· · · Is it just a rumor of nonsense? Or it's pretty grounded."

"I wish it were a rumor, but in fact it's quite... grounded."

"Isn't the North a land where people can't live?"

"Unless you're protected by the night."

"I don't think they're protected at night, though."

Van frowns. The Revolutionary Army's goal was not simply to change the system, but to drive out the night completely, trying to take away human land at any time.

By the way, they're tied up with the night and they're under their protection? That was an idea I could make because I was in the kingdom's shoes. Anya sighs and shakes her head.

"We are frankly frustrated. I often go out on reconnaissance to the north, but it's hard to say I'm doing a proper reconnaissance on personnel matters."

"How far do scouts usually dig?"

"Shame, but not half."

Anya draws a straight line with her fingernails on the map. It was only 100 miles further parallel to the lighthouse wall.

'The Karlsmori Library..... is a little beyond its boundaries.'

Van watches closely the line of Anya's fingers. Anya used to clasp her arms.

"No one goes beyond that. But most of them didn't make it back. I don't care if I lose my body or my mind, I don't care how I eat at night."

"…… is that so."

"I have petitioned for the formation of a Special Investigation Force."

Anya said in a slow voice. Half the eyebrows went up in that strange word.

"Two people from the White Flame, one Siraz for communications, one mobile magician from the Dmaffo family for emergencies, and others. You and your crew will be able to fit in."

"…… Let's go to the North together?"

"You don't have to be sorry. No, but we were originally receiving investigator resources. If you two go alone... it might be hard to come back alive. So do it like this. If we go together, we'll be a little safer."

Van twinkles his lips. When I saw Anya, my heart was always pounding. Whether it was a debt to her heart or another, he was still confused.

"The favor I get from you... is always heavy."

"You mean good?"

"Half."

"I mean, can I take that as a burden to my favor?"

Anya stares at Van with her arms extended. The eyes of a woman who likes a man are a little too hot, and the eyes are so cold that it's a little too bad. I'm sorry for the awkwardness of trying to impersonate you again.

"It's not a burden..... but a debt. How do I repay it, how long do I have to repay it by looking at this guy?"

"You don't owe me anything."

Anya leans down with her hands on her desk. Her body got a little closer. So fluffy that I can see the fluffy fluffy fluffy fluffy fluffy hair blooming over her white balls.

"You were the only one who saved me from the retreat."

Neither the luminosity of the Nahar family, nor the whiteness envied by all the people, meant nothing at that moment. When the world couldn't do anything in front of her like she was on her back, Van stood in front of her.

"How long do I have to pay off my debt, and I have to think about it."

"After all, it was Dane who saved you."

"It was thanks to you that he was able to live until he saved me."

".... You don't have to insist. Yeah, so you're going with me because of that debt?"

"I told you, I was originally receiving investigator resources. If you didn't have the resources, it would be a lie... Well, at least I have a reason to be with you. Why shouldn't I be with you?"

"No."

"I expected vaguely. After a while, everything will work out. Either your heart withers towards you, or your stubbornness withers. If either one of them withers, it'll make you feel better. But it wasn't."

Anya opens her eyes. The white eyes glow transparently with half.

"Time only darkens foolishness. And you've been away for a long time. I can't be so indecisive anymore. When you need help, let me be by your side."

The reason Anya wanted to be strong in the first place was because she wanted to protect Van's side.

Around the soles of Anya's feet, a white salt began to bloom like a wild flower. I watched the wild flowers bloom towards me, and half watched it quietly. I already knew that White Flame can burn anything, but it can also be a flame that burns nothing.

"I'll show you where you're going. Don't let it get eaten at night. I mean, don't let the kids play."

"…… who would do that?"

"I always did. Always."

Half of them were always alone when it mattered. Anya no longer intended to turn this treadmill.

It's time to crush the treadmill.

§

"Long time no see, Van. We remember you."

"How are you, Siraz?"

Siraz looked at Van with a very double or multiple look, as if angry, as if God were angry. Even if you look at that face, many people will be forced to realize that what you have in there is not a single person.

"Did you catch Mr. Kane?"

"…… Unfortunately, I haven't yet. You're such an odd son of a bitch."

Shiraz smiled and replied. Fortunately, their tracking was still continuing last year. Another familiar face appeared next to Siraz. Dmappo Irak. He was the one I met in the Sunwoo family.

"See you again. Van."

"Irak. I didn't expect to see you here."

"Didn't I tell you I'll see you soon?"

"Are you two spheres?"

"Oh, it was a coincidence."

In Shiraz's words, he smiled quietly. Van felt a little uncomfortable talking to Irak in front of Shiraz. Of course, Shiraz didn't 'ruin' the other person, but I heard that he didn't read the idea himself..... but Shiraz was a Shiraz.

'Two families in Nahar, Syraz, Dmappo, and Sunwoo...'

If I find out that there is not one person in this great family, what will they look like?

The door of the lighthouse opens. Peeping towards the darkness.

The purpose is many. To dig more into the realm of the night. To search the rebel headquarters. And, in some cases, to do errands.

"No."

Van looked at the darkness. I was not afraid to look at something in the dark, but the darkness itself seemed to be staring at him. Feeling the heartbeat, Van smiled quietly.

They're waiting. All the knives in the world, waiting for all he could hold.

The day has come to read all the things in this world, and it is not long now.