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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapteer 276: Extra 16 – The Suspicious Town (2)

Chapteer 276: Extra 16 – The Suspicious Town (2)

Under‍​‌ the glow of​‌ the white moonlight,‌⁠⁠ at the point​⁠ where the green‌‍⁠ meadow ended, a shadow emerged silently⁠⁠ from the forest.⁠ Beyond the pastures,‌ the dense foliage‍​ turned into a thick grove.

“…”​‍

Even⁠ under the moonlight,‌⁠‍ the darkness surrounding‍‌ the shadow did⁠‌ not dissipate.

It⁠‌‌ was as if​ the surrounding trees‌ were deliberately concealing‍‍ it, leaving no‌⁠​ gaps. The only‍⁠ part that shone​​ was a pair​ of fierce eyes,‌⁠ like those of​⁠‌ a predator.

“Damn​ humans.”

The‌ voice that came⁠‌‌ out softly carried‌‍ a rage that⁠‍ could not be‍ hidden, like water‍‌ in a kettle‍‍⁠ that had begun⁠ to boil.

The‍​‌ anger in that​‌​ voice was directed‌ toward the windmill‌​ that the humans‌⁠ had built below.⁠⁠​

“…I‍⁠ will definitely save‌​​ you.”

With⁠⁠ those words, an⁠‌ unknown figure faded​ back into the⁠‌‌ shadows.

That⁠‌‍ presence watched the​‍ town from the⁠ darkness created by⁠‌ the trees in‍‌ the forest. The‍⁠‍ moon, which had‌‌⁠ finally revealed that‍‌‌ figure, illuminated its‍⁠‍ bright platinum-blond hair.‌​⁠

***‍‌​

“Hmm.”‍‌

Kihano,‌‌​ who had entered‍⁠ the windmill, opened⁠ his eyes in⁠⁠‌ astonishment. Unlike the‌ gloomy atmosphere outside,⁠ the inside of‌ Samonte’s workshop was‌​‍ perfectly organized, which​​ surprised him.

Crackle-!​ Crackle-!

Furthermore,‌‌‍ a lightning bolt⁠​ suddenly appeared inside‌​‌ an empty glass⁠‌ tube. It was⁠⁠ impossible not to​ open his eyes​⁠ wide at such⁠ a phenomenon. On​ the top floor‍ of the windmill,⁠​ where Samonte was,⁠​ the lightning that‌‍ appeared out of‌​‍ nowhere made Kihano​⁠‌ flinch without realizing‍‌⁠ it.

“…Is​‌‍ that also magic?”‍

Samonte’s⁠ workshop was filled​‌⁠ with strangely shaped‍​​ gears and pipes⁠​ tangled like spiderwebs.⁠⁠⁠ As he wandered‌⁠ around, Kihano noticed⁠‍⁠ several glass tubes‍⁠​ similar to the‍​ one that had‍⁠ produced the lightning.⁠

“I⁠‌‍ don’t know what⁠⁠ kind of experiment⁠ they’re conducting, but‍ it’s quite noisy.”⁠

They⁠⁠‍ were apparently empty‌ glass tubes. However,‍​ in some, cold⁠​ dew accumulated, while​ in others, red‍​ flames burned. It‍‌‍ was a sight​ that could only‌ be explained by⁠ magic.

“Have​ you completed your​ investigation, Sir Kihano?”‍​

A young voice spoke​⁠ from behind Kihano.​ It was Samonte’s​​ apprentice, who had⁠⁠ come out to‌ attend to him‌⁠ while his master‌ remained busy with​‌​ his experiments.

“Investigation?​ Yes, I think‌‌‍ I’ve seen everything⁠⁠ there is to⁠​ see.”

Kihano⁠​ discreetly touched the‍⁠ inner pocket of⁠ his coat.

Tap-‌⁠​

He​ felt a small⁠⁠​ vibration in response.⁠⁠​ That vibration seemed​⁠‌ to tell him⁠ that everything was‍⁠​ ready. Kihano smiled‍​‍ as he looked​⁠​ at Samonte’s apprentice.‌

“It’s​​‌ really fascinating. There’s‍⁠ nothing inside, yet⁠ things appear.”

“Ha,‍ ha. Naturally, it‍​ seems fascinating if‍‌ you’re seeing it​‍​ for the first‌‍ time.”

Unlike‌ Samonte, who had‌​ a stern expression,​​‌ the young apprentice‍ had a friendly​ smile. However, Kihano‍​ could clearly see⁠ the mockery hidden⁠​ in that smile.​‌⁠

“Perhaps‍​‍ what you’re seeing‍⁠​ now is the‍⁠ process of creating‌ something from nothing.”​​‍

“…What?”⁠⁠

In‍‌‌ the windmill, the‍‌‌ mages continued moving‌‍ busily with their‌​‌ tasks. But between⁠​⁠ Kihano and the⁠⁠⁠ young mage, there⁠ was only an⁠ awkward tension.

“In⁠‍‍ fact, our experiments‌‌ are related to‌‌ that — making‌ the useless useful.”‌​

After‍ saying that, Samonte’s⁠ apprentice playfully waved⁠‍‍ his palm, as‌ if explaining further⁠ would be a headache.

“Anyway,‌ it’s an experiment⁠ closely supervised by⁠‌​ the Dragulia family.‌​‍ But there’s something⁠‍‍ that’s been hindering‌‌ it.”

With​⁠​ those words, Samonte’s​⁠‌ apprentice nodded, as‍​ if encouraging Kihano​ to look in​‍​ that direction.

“…”‍‍‌

Following⁠ that gesture, Kihano‍‌​ approached the window‍ and observed the‌ landscape. From there,⁠ the town, its‍⁠‌ pastures, and the⁠​ forest beyond were​ clearly visible.

“Lately,⁠ our barriers have‌‌ been damaged. At​ first, we thought​⁠ it was wild‍‌⁠ animals, but upon​⁠‌ investigating, we discovered⁠‍ there was human​​⁠ interference.”

The‍⁠ apprentice took a small stone out⁠​ of his pocket.⁠​‌ Although it looked‌​ like an ordinary‍​ rock, its surface‍‍ was covered in‌‍ intricate magical symbols.‍‌‍

“It⁠⁠‌ definitely seems to​ have been broken⁠⁠⁠ with a sword.”‌

“That’s‌⁠ right. Someone is​ trying to interfere‌‍‌ with us.”

The​‍ reason Kihano had‌⁠ come was to​‌⁠ capture the witch‌⁠ that was supposedly⁠ appearing in the⁠ area.

And⁠ the broken stone‍‍⁠ the apprentice showed‌⁠ him had marks‌‌‌ suggesting dark magic.‍

“Breaking‍‌ a barrier stone‌ means that person‍⁠ knows how to​‍ handle the supernatural.”⁠​‌

Brutally‌⁠‌ slaughtered animals, sabotaged‌‌‌ dragon experiments, and​⁠ now evidence of‍​ forbidden magic. Perhaps‍​ it really was​‍‌ a witch, just​‍‍ as they said.​​⁠

“Please,‌​⁠ we leave this⁠‌ to you, Sir‌ Kihano.”

“Yes,‍ I’ll do my⁠‌ best…”

“Who​‌ knows, maybe if‍​⁠ you solve this​‍⁠ problem, the Dragulia’s‌‍ anger toward you‌‌ will dissipate.”

Although​​ he didn’t care‌⁠​ about the town’s‍ fate, capturing the‍ witch was his​ job. However, those‍‍ last words made‍​‍ Kihano tense for⁠ a moment.

“Oh,‍ my! I think​ I’ve gone too‍‍‍ far. Forgive me.”⁠‍

Although​ he apologized, his​⁠⁠ tone was insolent‍⁠⁠ and seemed to​⁠​ enjoy it. It‍‍⁠ was evident that‍‍‌ his words weren’t‍‌​ a slip, but‍⁠‍ a small revenge‌‌ for Kihano’s attitude‍‌⁠ toward Samonte the⁠⁠​ day before.

“Anyway,⁠ we trust that‌​‍ a member of​⁠⁠ the Frausen family‍‌ like you will​‍​ help us successfully.”‌​⁠

The‌⁠ apprentice smiled as‍ he looked at‍‌‌ Kihano, the infamous‌‍ “bastard” of the‍⁠⁠ Frausen family, known‌ for earning the⁠‌ dragons’ disapproval.

“…Of‍‌⁠ course. I’ll do⁠ my best.”

However,‍ Kihano also smiled⁠‌‍ in response, despite​‌‌ the mockery.

In⁠​‍ a world of​⁠ perfection, the only⁠​​ thing he could⁠ do was return‌⁠‌ the smiles. Yet,​‌ he couldn’t help‌⁠ but let a bitter expression slip‌‌ onto his face.⁠

***⁠

“Sir⁠ Kihano? Sir Kihano?”‌

“…”​‍

“You⁠‍ should get up​⁠ now. The sun⁠⁠​ is setting.”

It‍​​ was a hill​‌ in the town,⁠⁠ where the sun‍‌ was slowly sinking.‍​

From‌⁠‍ a distance, it​⁠ looked like a scene worthy of​‌ a painting, but⁠‌‌ at that moment,‍​‌ only Yan’s voice⁠‍ echoed as he‌ tried to wake​ Kihano.

“…I‍ told you to⁠ wake me up‍‌⁠ at sunset.”

“Don’t‍ you see it’s⁠ sunset now? The​​‍ sun will set‌ completely soon.”

At​‌ Yan’s words, Kihano‍ began to look⁠​‍ around as if⁠⁠ just realizing it.​

Indeed,‍ the green grass‌‌‌ of the meadow‌⁠​ was tinged with⁠​‌ the reddish waves⁠​ of the sunset.​​

“Where‍ are the sheep?”‍

“Huh?”⁠‌

“The‌ sheep. They were‌ here a while‍ ago.”

Maybe​​‌ he was still​ a bit drowsy,‌‍‌ as Kihano suddenly‌‍⁠ asked about the​ sheep.

However,‍‌ his eyes were⁠​ scanning the surroundings⁠‌​ with an unusual‌ seriousness.

“There‍‍ they are. So,​‍⁠ they moved from⁠⁠ here to there?”⁠

Saying‌⁠‌ this, Kihano took⁠ a piece of⁠‌ paper from his⁠‌⁠ pocket and began‌ marking something on‍​ it.

It⁠​ was a small⁠​ map that seemed‌‌ to represent the⁠‌​ town’s surroundings.

But‌⁠‍ now, that map‌‍ had unknown marks⁠‍​ that Kihano had⁠‌ made previously.

“What⁠‍ is that, Sir‍ Kihano?”

“The⁠ path the shepherds​ follow.”

“Why‍‍ are you marking​ that?”

“To‍​‌ figure something out.⁠​ I want to‌⁠ know which pasture⁠ the sheep are⁠‌ taken to today.”‍

Yan‍‌ watched Kihano with‌​⁠ curiosity as he‍ meticulously made his​ marks.

It⁠‍​ was strange to‌⁠ see something so⁠‌⁠ detailed, considering how⁠‌ careless Kihano usually​ seemed.

“…Typically,⁠‌‍ shepherds rotate the‌​​ pastures so they⁠ don’t get depleted.‍​​ Otherwise, the grass​⁠ withers quickly.”

“I‍ didn’t say anything.”‌⁠

“I’m​ telling you before​​‍ you ask.”

Looking​ at Yan, whose​‍​ eyes trembled as​⁠​ if wondering why‍‍ he was doing‌⁠ this, Kihano scratched‌​ his head as⁠ if it hurt.​‌

“Anyway,‍ if the shepherds⁠ rotate the pastures,​ there will be‌​‍ one where they​ take a break.”‍⁠​

The‍‌‌ shepherd’s job was⁠ to care for​​ the sheep.

But‍‌⁠ they also served‌ as the town’s⁠‍ watchmen. If there⁠ were intruders or‌‌‌ monsters nearby, the​ shepherds would be⁠⁠ the first to‌⁠​ notice.

“And‍‍‌ today, that place‌⁠​ is empty.”

Therefore,‍‍‌ the unknown intruder‍‍‍ lurking in the⁠ forest would try⁠‍‍ to avoid the⁠⁠‌ shepherds’ watchful eyes.⁠⁠

So,​⁠⁠ by studying the⁠ flock’s movements, Kihano​‌⁠ deduced that tonight​⁠ would be the​ ideal time for‍ the being called‍ the “witch” to⁠ move.

“…It’s‍ toward the windmill,​ right? The one‌‍ we went to‌ before.”

“Yes.”‍

The‌‌⁠ only pasture without⁠ shepherds or sheep‍ that could raise‍⁠‍ the alarm.

Thus,‍ Kihano’s finger pointed‌ to the most‍‍​ direct path to‍⁠​ Samonte’s windmill.

“That’s‍​⁠ why I asked‍‌ you to wake‌‌‍ me up at‍ sunset. It seems‍⁠⁠ we won’t sleep‌ well tonight.”

“…”‍⁠‍

Kihano​ finished speaking and‌ clicked his tongue,​ as if still​ sleepy.

Yan,‍‌ however, couldn’t find‌‌‍ words to reply‍⁠ as he watched⁠ Kihano yawn calmly.‍‍

“Do​‌⁠ you want dinner?⁠ I brought a lunchbox from the‍​⁠ inn.”

“Oh,‍ that sounds good.⁠‌‌ Get it out​​ quickly.”

A scoundrel of the‍‌​ Frausen family, always‍‍‌ flirting with women‌ and getting beaten⁠ by his older‌ brother.

Although‌⁠‍ everyone considered him⁠⁠ a lost cause,‍⁠‌ Yan felt there‌ was something more​ to Kihano that‌​ no one else‌​⁠ saw.

“What’s‌ this? Lemon?”

“Yes.”⁠​⁠

“…Why⁠ did you bring⁠‍ this? You don’t⁠ eat lemon like‌‌‌ this.”

“It’s‍​ for squeezing over‌​ the meat. In‍ my village, everyone⁠‌ eats it that​​ way.”

The‍‌ night was falling‍‌​ deeply.

There‍‌⁠ would be no‍ moon that night.⁠‌​

Yet‌ as they waited,⁠‍ Yan’s heart pounded⁠​ heavily.

Because‍ more than the⁠ mysterious witch, he‍ was intrigued to‍ see an unknown⁠ side of Kihano.⁠⁠‍

***‍

In⁠​ the darkness where​⁠‍ the moon did‍⁠ not shine, a shadow moved stealthily.​​

From‌‍​ the distant forest​‌ to the wide⁠ meadow, the shadow​​⁠ ran with a speed that could​​‌ be described as‍ “shot out.” It‌‌ did not make‌​​ even the slightest⁠ sound.

“…”⁠

It‍ had been worth⁠ watching carefully from⁠‌‌ the forest.

In⁠ the direction it​⁠‍ was moving, there‍‍ were no sharp-eyed​‍‌ shepherds or alert⁠‍​ sheep.

Only​ the sinister windmill‍‌ that the humans‍‍‌ had built was‌‍​ visible. The shadow’s‌​ golden eyes shone‌‌ fiercely.

— Grrr…

“…!”​‍​

But​‍ a faint cry‍‍ in the wind⁠‌‌ made the shadow​‌ stop.

— It hurts! It‌ hurts!

— Stop! Wheeeh!

It‌⁠​ was the cry‍⁠ of little spirits‌ born from the​⁠ World Tree.

Little‍ ones who had‌ once left with⁠​ smiles, but now‍‍‍ their cries were⁠ too painful to⁠ ignore.

“Damn​‍ humans!”

The⁠ cries were more⁠‌​ vivid than ever.‌‍​

They⁠​⁠ were close enough⁠​‌ to hear those‍​​ heartbreaking screams.

The‍‍ shadow began to‌‍⁠ feel anxious due‍ to the spirits’​⁠ pleas.

‘…I‍‌‍ have to hurry!’​‌‍

So,‌ with more hurried​‌ steps, the unknown⁠​ entity lunged forward.​

Now‌⁠ its movements were‌ no longer careful‍​ but desperate.

— Ribbit.

— Ribbit, ribbit.

‘Frogs?’⁠⁠‌

That’s​⁠ why it didn’t⁠⁠​ realize that the‍ meadow had turned⁠ into a mist-covered‌ pond.

“By‍ the build, it‍‌ seems like a woman.”

“…!”⁠

— Swish!

A blade appeared suddenly,​‌ and the shadow‍ retreated urgently.

But​ it was no‍ longer a meadow,‍‌ but a damp​⁠ mire.

The‌ muddy ground trapped‍‌ its feet.

“Who‍ are you?”

It‍ had managed to‌​​ dodge the attack​ just barely, but‌ it was a lethal blow.

If‌ it hadn’t heard​​ that voice, its‌​ neck would have⁠⁠ been cut.

“If‌⁠‌ I tell you​​‌ who I am,⁠‍​ will you tell⁠​ me your name​ too?”

Beyond​‌ the mist it⁠ was staring into,‍‍ a man emerged.‌​​

Tall⁠ and with reddish-brown⁠‌ hair.

However,‍‌ what stood out⁠ most was his‍⁠⁠ relaxed, smiling expression.⁠‍‌

“My​⁠ name is Kihano.‌⁠​ Kihano Frausen.”

One⁠‌⁠ of his teachers⁠‌​ had once told‍ him:

Controlling⁠ the battlefield is⁠​ the fastest path‍​ to victory.

And‍ now they were‍ in the pond​‍ that the old‌⁠‌ toad had created‌ for Kihano.

“Now⁠​ that I’ve said⁠ my name, tell⁠ me yours.”

His‌​​ stance, crouched and‍​‌ ready to strike,‌‍ was like a sharp sword.

As‌‌​ if he were​‌⁠ ready to cut‍​​ her down in⁠‍‍ one blow.

“Tell⁠​ me your name‍​‍ before my sword⁠ touches your neck.”⁠

The​ bastard of the‌⁠ Frausen family: Kihano​ Frausen.

However,​​​ once, the name⁠‍ used to refer‌ to him in‍​ the past was…⁠

The​‌ prodigious genius of​ the Frausen family,​ Kihano Frausen.

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