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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 107: Don’t mess with moles (3)

Chapter 107: Don’t mess with moles (3)

Buildings‍⁠ ablaze.

Statues⁠‍⁠ collapsing.

The‌⁠ sound of something‌⁠​ crumbling was loud‌‍ here and there,‌​ as if there‍‌‌ was a war,​⁠​ but no screams‍⁠‍ from the people‌‍ who were actually⁠⁠ destroying it were‍‌‍ heard.

There‌ was only a suffocating silence.

The‍‌ faces of the‌⁠ dwarves running through‍‌ the city were⁠​ covered in black⁠ ash to the⁠‌ point where their​‌⁠ original skin color​‌​ was unrecognizable.

Their⁠ proud beards were‍​ singed by the‌‌‍ heat, and the⁠ gear they had⁠‌ perfected throughout their​‍ lives was now⁠‌ being used to‌ destroy the shining‌‍‍ legacy of their‌‍‍ ancestors.

With​⁠ every strike of⁠‌‌ the hammer, an⁠‌⁠ uncontrollable sadness flowed​ from their eyes.‌‌

If‍⁠ you have something‍ shiny, you should​⁠‌ know how to‍‍‍ protect it.

But​​ the dwarves failed‍‍ at that.

All⁠⁠ that’s left is‍‍‍ a pitiful downfall,‍ and now, to⁠⁠​ survive, they must‌​ embark on an​​‍ uncertain journey that⁠​‌ will never end.⁠⁠

The⁠‍⁠ tears of the‍​ dwarves who knew⁠ this mingled with‍​‌ the black ashes‍ and flowed downward.‍​‍

“…The‍ fire here hasn’t‍​‌ been extinguished yet.”‌

In‌​‍ that moment when​‍ everything was tragically‍​ crumbling, there was‌ still one furnace‌⁠​ that had not‍‌ lost its glow.‌

With‍ the old man’s‍ gaze fixed on‌‍⁠ the furnace like‍ a stone statue.‍

“Someone‍‌⁠ needs to see⁠​‍ the end.”

The‌‍‌ word “end” spoken⁠ by the old​⁠ dwarf did not‌‌⁠ simply refer to​‌ the furnace.

The‌⁠ shining era was‌‍ coming to an​⁠ end, and the⁠ old man would​ be the one⁠⁠ to witness the‍‍ end of that​‍⁠ era.

“Is⁠‍‍ that so.”

The‌⁠‌ man thought as⁠ he looked at‍ the end of⁠ a brilliant civilization‍‌‌ that was about‍‌ to come to⁠‌‍ an end.

Still,⁠‌⁠ I’m glad.

Because‍ I didn’t arrive⁠ too late.

“I‍ came to make‌⁠‌ a request.”

“Now?”‍⁠

Kuguagagagang-!‍‍

Mines​ collapsing with a loud noise in‍‍ the distance.

The⁠ mournful sounds of‌​ hammers destroying everything‍ in the city‍ where they had‍‍‌ spent their entire⁠⁠ lives.

In‍ this tragic moment‍⁠⁠ of destruction of‍​‌ everything their father’s‌‌‌ ancestors had built,‍‌⁠ the only people‌​ who did not‌​ shed tears were⁠​ the unknown man‌‌ and the owner⁠​ of the last​‌ furnace.

“I​‌ brought you a metal that only‌ the Eternal Flame‌ can control.”

With​‍ those words, the⁠​ man pulled something​‍⁠ out of his⁠ old backpack and⁠ showed it to⁠‌⁠ the old dwarf.​

“…That’s‌ it.”

When⁠⁠ the man removed‌ the cloth covering‍​ it, there was⁠‌ a silver lump​‌⁠ emitting a soft​​‌ glow.

The​ metal, which did⁠⁠ not lose its‌ shine even in‍ the red flames​‍ of the furnace,‍⁠ was enough to⁠‌⁠ capture the attention​⁠​ of the old‍ dwarf even in​ this situation.

“Please,‌‌​ do it.”

The⁠‍ man’s hands, visible‌​⁠ through the collar,‍ were full of​​ recent wounds.

Perhaps‍ because the times​​ were like this?‌‌‍

Although⁠⁠ he was a dwarf who got‍ excited just looking‍‌​ at rare metals,​‍ the old man’s​​⁠ eyes were more‌​​ drawn to the‌⁠​ man’s scar-covered hands​ than the silver‍ object in front⁠‌ of him.

“What‍⁠ do you want​ me to do?”​

After‍‍ hearing the answer​‍‍ he had been‌⁠ waiting for for​ so long, the​​ man straightened his​ posture and looked⁠⁠ at the old⁠‍ dwarf.

The​ man who came⁠​ here to say‌ this finally managed⁠​‌ to smile a little.

“I​​⁠ need a sword​‌ that can kill​⁠ a dragon.”

I will slay the‍ most perfect dragon‌​⁠ in the world.‌⁠

Even‌⁠‌ for worlds that‌ cry at the⁠ bottom, like the‍ crumbling dwarf city.⁠⁠‌

The​‍ man’s eyes, looking⁠‌⁠ at the owner​‍‌ of the last​‍‍ furnace, were hotter‌ than an eternal‌ flame.

***‍​⁠

In‌‍ the quiet early​ morning, in front‌‍ of the residence’s‌​ stables.

“…”​⁠

There,‍⁠ Vlad was chewing‍‌⁠ on a piece‌ of food with‌‌ a worried expression⁠ on his face.‍​‌

Noir‌‍⁠ looked at Vlad​​ like that and‍‌ had a puzzled‍ expression on his‍ face as to‍ why humans chewed‌​ food, but Vlad’s⁠​ eyes, which were⁠‍ supposed to respond,‍‍ were looking elsewhere.‍

“…Is‍ that you, Captain?”⁠

“Yes.”⁠

Goethe​ came out early​‍ in the morning,⁠ rubbing his sleepy‍⁠‌ eyes, and was⁠​​ surprised to see‌‍ Vlad in front‌​ of him.

“Why⁠‌‍ did you get⁠ up so early?”‌‌

“I⁠‍‍ had trouble sleeping.”‌​

Seeing​‌⁠ Vlad, who had​ already prepared all‌​ his tasks in​⁠ advance, Goethe smiled​​⁠ satisfactorily, wiped his⁠⁠‌ forehead, and leaned​⁠ against the wall.​​⁠

“Well,⁠ it was the‍ first time you​⁠ saw a troll,‍‍​ so it’s worth⁠​‌ noting that you⁠ couldn’t sleep. The⁠ lord here was‌ also very surprised‌‍ to learn that‍ it was a troll.”

The⁠ mighty roar of‌‌⁠ the troll that‍⁠ sounded last night‍⁠‌ was enough to‌‌‌ freeze the hearts‌ of the people⁠‌ in the territory.‌

Although‌ it was a sound that echoed​⁠‍ in the distance‍⁠ deep in the⁠‌ forest, the troll’s​‍‌ roar, reminiscent of​‌ death, was enough‍‍ for Baron Dalmatia‍‍ to gather his​⁠⁠ few soldiers.

“What’s‍⁠‌ a bit disappointing‌ is that it​ would have been⁠​⁠ more perfect if‍⁠ there had been⁠​ a corpse. Troll’s‍ blood is a valuable commodity.”

Vlad​​ clicked his tongue‌‌‍ after hearing Goethe’s⁠ words.

It‍⁠ was a real‌​‌ shame that we‌‌ couldn’t secure the⁠‌ troll’s body as‍‌​ Goethe said.

“I​‍ didn’t know it⁠ would burn like‍ that.”

The‌ troll’s body I killed last night‌‍ burned in an⁠​ instant with no⁠ time to do⁠ anything.

As‌ high as the​ firewood was piled,​‌‍ it’s impossible to​ burn it so⁠‌ cleanly and without‍ leaving a trace.​‍

The‌​‍ cleanliness was so⁠⁠‌ blatant that anyone‌‌ could see that​‍​ the intention was‍​‍ to leave no​ trace behind.

“…I⁠ guess I’ll have‍⁠‌ to report this‍​⁠ to Joseph.”

Looking‍ at the troll’s⁠‌ tracks, which were⁠‍‌ nothing but black‌⁠​ ashes, Vlad recalled‌​ what happened in​‌ Baron Utman’s territory.‌​‍

Suspicious,‌⁠‍ sinister, and familiar,‌ Dobrechi’s headless troll​‌ is definitely an​‌​ incident that must⁠ be reported to‌ Joseph.

“However,‍‍ there are no​⁠‍ wizards here. Do‌‌ you plan to‍‌​ send Pavel?”

“No.”‌‌‍

Pavel​ is not acceptable.‌

It’s⁠‍‌ been a tough‍ winter to move‍ around, and the⁠ situation seems very‍ suspicious, so it⁠ would be better​​‍ to report it​⁠⁠ as soon as⁠‍‌ possible.

“What‍⁠ eastern city is⁠‌‍ closest?”

“A​​⁠ city… Let me‌⁠​ see.”

Understanding⁠‍ Vlad’s feelings, Goethe‌‌ opened the map⁠ he received from‌​⁠ Baron Dalmatia and‍​‌ quickly began to‍‌​ look for the‍ next destination.

“The⁠​ nearest city where‌ a wizard could​⁠‌ be found is​​​ Tanovo. It’s a city in the‍ Vitskaya county. Just​⁠‍ looking at the⁠​ map, it will‍⁠​ take a week.”‍​

“Okay.”⁠⁠

Wizards‍​‌ are people who‌ deal with the⁠‍ mysteries of the⁠​‍ world.

Although​‌‍ they were the​ type of people⁠⁠⁠ that the church‍ didn’t like, they‌‍ quickly delivered news​⁠ through letters and‍‍‍ provided advice to‍‍‍ lords through various‌⁠‍ diverse knowledge, so‍⁠‌ from the nobles’‌⁠‍ point of view,​ they were people‌ they wanted to‍⁠ have at least‌​​ one person by​ their side. It​ was.

“Let’s‌⁠ make Tanovo our‌ next destination. Guide‍‌ the way.”

“Okay.”‌

Baron⁠ Dalmatia was a poor lord who‍⁠ couldn’t even invite‍‌ a decent priest​⁠ to certify the‌⁠​ pilgrim’s mark, let‌‌‌ alone a wizard,‍ as he owned‍‌⁠ a poor territory.‌‌​

Therefore,‌ Vlad was thinking⁠⁠ of going to​ a larger city‍​‌ than here and‌​‌ borrowing a wizard‌​​ from the lord⁠‍⁠ there.

Although‍ he belonged to⁠ a different family,‍⁠ he was a knight with a certain status, so‍⁠‌ if necessary, he⁠‍⁠ could help with‌ something like he⁠ did now.

When‍‍‌ Goethe left the‌​‌ stable, saying he‌‌‍ would look for​ directions, Vlad began‌⁠‍ to stare into⁠ the distance again.‌‌‌

The‌⁠ reason I went‌‌ to the stable​‌ early in the​ morning was because‍‌ of Noir, who‍‍ had helped me‌ yesterday, but it‍ was also because⁠ I had such​‍ an intense dream‌ that I couldn’t‍ easily fall back‌ asleep.

“…But⁠‍‍ I really don’t⁠⁠​ remember it.”

But,‌​‌ strangely enough, the⁠⁠ intense dreams that‍⁠ had made me⁠⁠ toss and turn​⁠ while sleeping barely⁠‍ remembered anything resembling‍​​ a mirage.

All‍⁠ I remember now⁠‌​ is the faint‌ sound of a hammer and the⁠⁠⁠ heaps of ashes‍‍​ flying. And those‍‍ were the last⁠ words the man​ spoke resolutely.

“Killing‌ a dragon.”

Vlad‌‍ closed his eyes⁠ and thought.

The‍‍ man’s last words‌‌ I heard in‍‌ my dream were‌ clearly the voice‌ I was familiar⁠‍ with.

Perhaps‍‌⁠ the dream I had was not‌ a dream, but​⁠ one of the⁠‌​ memory fragments left‌ by the remnants​ of the voice.⁠⁠‍

The‌ dark winter dawn‍‌⁠ is gone.

Today’s‌‌​ sun was rising​⁠ from the crest‌‍ of a mountain⁠⁠ in the distance.‌

The‍‌⁠ tip of Vlad’s⁠‍ sword begins to‍ shine as brightly‍​‌ as the morning.​

Unlike​​ before, there were​ white lightning flashes​⁠​ around Vlad’s aura,⁠​ which became a little clearer.

They‌ were all remnants‌‌​ of the voice​⁠​ floating in Vlad’s‍‌⁠ world.

That‌⁠⁠ day, the voice‍ asked Vlad to​ meet again in⁠⁠ a deeper world,‌ and Vlad responded​‌ that he would‌⁠ do so as​‍‍ today’s Aura.

The‍​‌ knight closed his​​ left eye toward‌ a deeper world.⁠​

***​‍⁠

“Why​ do you want​​‌ to leave already?⁠⁠‍ Why not wait‍​ until the snow‍ stops?”

Despite​ the cold weather,‍ Baron Dalmatia, who⁠‍‌ came out to​ bid Vlad farewell​ in person at​ the residence, looked‍ at Vlad with‌ a truly subtle‌⁠ expression.

Although⁠‍ there had been​‍‌ a terrible incident,⁠‍ he felt like‌‍ he didn’t want⁠‌ Vlad to leave‌ for a while,​‌ but a conflicting‌‌‍ feeling was also​ rising in one‌‌ corner of the⁠​​ baron’s face, wanting​ him to leave‍​ as soon as‌ possible.

Especially‌⁠ when I see​⁠ Goethe smiling cheerfully⁠​​ behind me.

“I’ve⁠​ done everything I had to do,‍ and now it’s⁠‌‌ time for me​ to leave, Baron.”‍‍​

I know the Baron’s‍⁠ face turned as​​ dark as the‌‍​ gold coin that‌⁠​ came out of⁠⁠⁠ his hand.

However,⁠ the former pickpocket‍‌ and swindler did​‌ not hesitate to‍‍‍ accept fair compensation‌‌ for his work.​⁠‌

Killing⁠​‍ bandits, finding barley⁠‍ thieves, hunting trolls,‍‍​ and even a missing girl.

Still,‍​⁠ since he wasn’t‌‍⁠ cruelly dismissed, he’ll‍ probably receive the​⁠⁠ same farewell he’s​‍ receiving now.

“Please,‍ don’t forget what‍‌‍ I said yesterday.”​

“I⁠​ won’t. I’ll take‍ note of it.”‍‍

“Consider‍⁠ this as my‌‍ sincerity towards Him.”​⁠⁠

Vlad​​‍ said nothing about‍​⁠ the glowing mole⁠ but asked the⁠​ lord to tell⁠ him various things.⁠​​

“As​​​ you said, I won’t burn the‌⁠‌ forest or chop​ down trees carelessly‍ to expand the⁠ barley field.”

It⁠‍ was a tough‍‍‍ time to openly‌ talk about the​⁠ existence of spirits‍⁠‌ or the sacred⁠​​ tree, no matter‌ how remote the​​ territory was in‍ a corner of​‍ the field.

Because​ now it was⁠ a world where‌​ only one God‍‍‍ could be the‍‍⁠ truth.

“And⁠⁠‍ sometimes it may​‍‍ be good to​⁠⁠ pay a small​⁠ tribute to the​ forest. I definitely​‌‌ felt its will​ flowing through the‍​ forest last night.”‌⁠

Therefore,​‌​ Vlad took charge‍⁠‌ of the mole‌‍‍ by borrowing the‌‍ existence of a god instead of​​ the name of​‍‌ a spirit.

No⁠ more hungry moles⁠‌‍ stealing barley seeds.‌​‍

“I​ understand! If only​‌ I could protect‍​‌ the barley fields⁠⁠⁠ that way!”

“Here’s‌ my offering to‍ the God who⁠ blessed me with‍ my victory.”

Vlad‌ said as he⁠ handed a shiny‌‌‍ gold coin to‍⁠ Baron Dalmatia.

Though‌ he has shown⁠⁠⁠ such sincerity, he‌‍​ will not ignore​​​ his words.

“Ah,‌​ the Northern knight⁠ is even faithful!”​​

The‍​​ poor Baron’s face‌‍ brightened a bit⁠⁠ as he regained​⁠‌ some of his‌ money.

It‌ was exactly as​‌⁠ bright as a gold coin.

Vlad‍‍ watched Baron Dalmatia‍⁠ nod and looked‌ at the Dobrechi‍ forest in the‍⁠ distance.

This⁠​‌ should be enough.⁠‌

A small flag waved‍​ behind Vlad’s chair​⁠‍ as he left​‍ with the villagers’‍ farewells.

Before⁠‌ I knew it,‌ the emblem of​‌ the Dalmatia family‌​ was engraved there.⁠​‍

***‌⁠

In​‍⁠ a quiet forest‌‍‍ with no one⁠​​ around.

The‌⁠ oak tree that‌‍ the troll had⁠‌‍ struck with the‌ axe was still​⁠ scarred, but it​​‌ wasn’t as devastating‌ as it had‍​ been that night.​‌‍

This⁠ was because someone‍‍‌ had carelessly applied‌‍‌ green moss to‌‍⁠ every corner of​ the wound.

Although​‍ I don’t know‍‍ if it’s an⁠⁠‍ effective method for​‌ wounded trees, the‍ oak seemed to​ like it and​‍ simply swayed its​‌⁠ branches gently with​⁠ the wind.

Ssssh!‌⁠

Under‍⁠⁠ the silently swaying⁠‌‌ oak, there was⁠‌‍ a mole with⁠‌‍ its head tucked​​ into a small⁠⁠ basket and moving⁠⁠ its hind legs.‌​

A basket full of⁠‌ bright red raspberries.‌‌

The‌ raspberries in the‌⁠‍ basket were prepared‍‌ by the girl‍ whom the mole‌​‌ had helped.

Since​‍ spirits don’t have​‌ a physical body,‍ they don’t need​​⁠ to eat to⁠ survive.

However,‌​ what they need⁠⁠⁠ to live is‌‌ presence.

Things‍ like someone’s memories‌ of them or⁠​‍ emotions allow spirits‍‍ to exist on‌ this earth.

That’s​‌ why today the‍ mole was able‍⁠ to satisfy its​​​ hunger for the‍‍ first time in‌‌ a long time.‌

The‍ girl’s emotions contained​‍​ in the raspberries‍⁠ were truly warm.​⁠

What?‌​

The​‍ mole, who had​ been pondering over⁠‍ the raspberries for⁠​⁠ a while, felt‌​ a presence in‌‍⁠ the distance and‌ wrinkled its nose.‍​

Unlike‌‌ usual, people come​​​ with small baskets​ instead of axes⁠ or picks.

Although​ they brought an‍‍ offering to the⁠‍ gods, just the‌​ belief that there‍ was something in‍​‍ the forest would⁠⁠ be of great‌‍ help to the‌ glowing mole.

Because‍ the emotions, memories,‍‍‌ and beliefs contained⁠‍​ within them were‍‍‌ important.

Kieee!‌​​

Now​‌‍ you don’t have‌⁠‍ to forget.

Realizing⁠‍⁠ this fact, the‌‍‍ mole smiled and​‍ raised its pinky​⁠⁠ finger as if⁠‌ in a good‍​ mood.

The‌ direction in which‍‌‍ the finger is⁠​​ raised.

That‌⁠ was the direction‌⁠ Vlad was leaving.⁠

The​ first thing the​ earth spirit did‌ after regaining some‌ of its strength⁠ through today’s offering‌​ was to grant​ a small blessing‌​‍ to the knight​⁠ leaving the forest.‍​⁠

Today,‌‍ a bright yellow‌‍‍ star forgotten in‍​​ the name of⁠‍ God returned to‍⁠ the forest of‌⁠ Dobrechi.

Like‌ the lemons of‌‍ Hainal, the oaks‌‌ of Dobrechi seemed‍​‍ to have regained⁠‍ some of their‌‌ green color.

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