War Of Art の小説・ストーリー

I also prayed earnestly that he didn’t forget me here. I spotted a bookshelf at the far end of the room and decided to look through it in hopes of finding something to read. The majority of the books were about werewolves and the pack’s history. There were also books about politics, war, and governance. I would have loved to pick up the book that contained information on all members of the Crescent Moon Pack, but I decided against it. It would seem like snooping. I finally settled on a book titled ‘The Art of War.’ Not that I was a fan of violence but I was curious to know why the author had referred to war as an art. It was such a controversial claim.

This was…the worst, most fucked up thing that I have ever seen. Wolves are fiercely protective of their own and what they claim as theirs, so war isn’t unheard of. Though war has never been brought upon my pack in my lifetime until now, we have been allies to others who have brought us into their war. We have trained all our lives. And some of us are military vets who have been a part of conflict. In Vietnam, Afghanistan, and Iraq.

“Men are the harshest of races and they populate most of the realm, their numbers growing each year. They mostly destroy and enslave other races, but they are unable to use any form of magic, and live in stone cities that are under constant attack as the race is forever at war. The humans have many villages and cities, but the ones with the most population are Sential, Anate, Seran, Vanaat and Denafer." “Impressive.” Tuviel nodded, “The dwarfs and trolls?” Astria bit her bottom lip as she began to recall what she knew, speaking each word from memory. “The trolls are a powerful race that stand around twelve feet tall, but they are at peace with almost every race and are said to be welcoming.

"It was years ago that he killed the red dragon! Besides, war is not a one-man show, it's a group art." I looked into Jason's eyes and said, "Do you know what the Art of War is?" "Your Majesty, I'm a boor. I only know how to fight. I don't know anything about art." Jason shook his head and bowed. "The Art of War is that, like the theatre, it is full of lies and deceit, full of deception. Real reality is not the same as what you see as real. To be remembered in history, a battle requires not only wise men, brave warriors, but also a little luck. Some luck with an unexpected turn of events."

They examined it, then, with deliberate calm, smashed the glass against the edge of the ruined kitchen island. They left the torn painting in the murky water and slipped out, a shadow once more. It was a second message. Clearer than the flood. We can break what he gives you. We can break you. Elara stared at the screen, her blood running cold. The war wasn't just in boardrooms or on construction sites. It was in her past, in her art, in the very bones of her history. And the enemy had just proven he was willing to destroy it all.

“See, it's like they were smashing all the religious art because it was too 'idolatrous.' Kinda wild, right? Reminds me of modern censorship debates.” “Yeah, exactly,” I replied, leaning in to see his notes. Our arms brushed accidentally, and a spark of something electric shot through me—not the dangerous heat of Nolan's proximity, but something softer, safer. “It's like art's always been a battleground for beliefs. That's why I love it—it's never just pretty pictures.” “Deep,” he said, nodding appreciatively. “You're making me rethink my whole major. I'm in graphic design, but history like this? It feeds right into it. We should grab that coffee and geek out more. If you're free, I mean.”

"Yes. The artifact you're talking about, it possesses a dangerous power—one that can either bring great harmony or unleash unspeakable chaos upon our kind." I listened intently as my heart pounded with excitement. Aunt Belinda continued, "I'm not even meant to be telling you this as it's your father who can adequately reveal all he can about this, but all I can tell you is of the reprisal - The Great War happened about 5 centuries ago and it's detestations are still felt till this day. The cause of the Great War was said to be a misunderstanding by two of the most powerful leaders of the two most populated species race during the time, the werewolves and vampires. It was a blood bath and our

Viktor shrugged. My brows twitched, I drew in a deep breath to calm myself then turned away. My eyes caught sight of something that stole my attention, and I wasn't able to look away. It was a large painting on one side where wolves were, and on the other were people. They seemed to be at war then, and between them stood a man dressed in red. The painting was very graphic with a lot of gore. It was telling a story which intrigued me. Viktor's gaze lingered on me before it moved to the painting. "That was the first great war," Viktor mentioned.

“What are these?” “Several records on previous wars. Although most wars are basically from the Messiah-Saint conflicts. This is the first time any Messiah and Saint are working together to stop a war which isn’t Messiah-driven. A war’s still a war, so I was revisiting some ancient offensive and defensive spells. There are even some magical artifacts mentioned that have been in wars before. So, just researching in case something comes handy.” “So, you, too, think that the war’s inevitable.” “If ‘you’ can’t stop Zephyr, I don’t think anyone can. It’s only wise to prepare ourselves, mentally and physically,” Archer said.

That is a declaration of war. *****************************************