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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 112: Man in the fog (3)

Chapter 112: Man in the fog (3)

Above⁠ the table, there​⁠‌ was a strange‍​‌ atmosphere.

I feel overwhelmed by‍ the golden eyes‌‌‍ staring directly at​ me.

Unlike‍⁠ before, his face⁠‌‍ was expressionless, but‌ his bright eyes‌ shone like a butterfly fluttering in​‌​ a dream.

‘Why‌‍ are you doing‌ that?’

Contrary‍ to his eyes,‌‌​ the elf looked‌‍‍ at him with​ a cold gaze.‍‌‍

The​​​ gaze of the‌ elf named Baradis⁠‌ was fiercely different‌​ from the girl’s.‍⁠‍

It‍​ was like a look indicating that​ he had touched​ something he shouldn’t‌‍⁠ have.

‘Why‍ are you doing‌‌ that again?’

While‍​‍ facing the gazes‌‍​ of the two​​‍ elves whose auras​‍ were clearly different,⁠ Vlad was trying​​ to maintain an‍‌⁠ impassive expression.

Vlad‌⁠ was trying to⁠⁠‌ keep a calm‌​‌ expression while facing⁠⁠​ the stares of​‌ the two elves‌ whose temperatures were‌⁠​ clearly different.

Neither⁠⁠ of them knew⁠‍ why they were‍ doing this, but​‍⁠ what was certain‍ was that the⁠‍ image of the‌‌ elves they had⁠ imagined was slowly​‌‍ crumbling.

‘When‌⁠‌ the hell is⁠‌‌ the tea coming?‌

Knights‌‍ and elves facing‍ each other across​‍​ the table.

In⁠‌⁠ the uncomfortable atmosphere‌ where no one⁠⁠ was willing to​ open their mouths,‌‍ Vlad hoped that⁠⁠ at least the‍ tasteless tea would‌ come out quickly.⁠⁠

Because​‍​ it wasn’t easy​⁠‌ to ignore all‌⁠ the attention without⁠‍‌ doing anything.

“…A⁠⁠‌ knight who protected⁠ the lives of⁠‌⁠ children.”

It‍ was Varadis who‌​‍ first broke the‌‌⁠ heavy silence.

“What⁠‌‍ does this mean?”​‌

Varadis’‌ navy blue eyes​⁠⁠ looked at Vlad’s​⁠‌ armor.

There⁠ was also an‌‌‍ amber stone hanging‍ from the tip⁠ of the sword.‌⁠

Although‍⁠ his mouth asked‌⁠ about the words​‌ engraved on the‌ armor, his eyes⁠​‌ clearly looked at‍⁠‌ something behind it.‌⁠​

“It​⁠⁠ was recorded by‍​​ the Northern Diocese‌​​ of San Rogino.”‍

Vlad‌‌ clasped his hands⁠​ under the table⁠ as he watched‌ Varadis’s reaction.

Just‌‍‌ like the previous‌​‌ girl, the elf​‌ named Varadis was⁠​ also looking for⁠ objects imbued with​ spirits.

The⁠ idea of asking‌​ the elves about‌ spirits and amber⁠⁠ was correct.

“I⁠‍ had my own⁠‌ achievements during a mission to fight​ an evil being.”‍​‌

However,‌ unlike the joy‌‍ boiling in his​ heart, Vlad’s voice⁠​​ was calm.

Because‍ he knew very⁠⁠ well that there​‍‍ was still a long way to​ go before he⁠‌​ could celebrate with‍ a single achievement.‍​‍ If Joseph were​​⁠ here, he would​ have definitely done‌ this.

“If‌‍​ fighting against a special being… Impressive.”​‍

The‍ two elves listened​ to Vlad’s words​⁠‌ and nodded at⁠‍‌ the same time.‌‍⁠

Looking​⁠​ at Varadis and⁠​‍ the girl, who‍​⁠ didn’t look alike‍ on the outside‍ but had similar‍ actions, Vlad realized​​ that the two​‌ had been together​ for a long​ time.

“The‍ tea is ready.”‍⁠⁠

As​ soon as the⁠‌ door of the​ cabin was opened,‍‍‌ a fragrant smell⁠​‌ began to waft‌‍ out.

It​​‍ was the smell⁠​ that came from​⁠‍ the tea cups⁠⁠‌ brought by the‌ elven soldiers.

“I⁠ greet the knight‌‍ who challenged extraordinary​ beings regardless of⁠​ their race.”

“Thank​⁠ you.”

His⁠‌ expression was still⁠‌ cold, but the‌ kindness he showed‌‍​ was clear.

If⁠‌‌ you treat someone‍⁠ with tea that⁠⁠ is so valuable‌ that you give‍‌​ it in exchange⁠‌⁠ for a silver‌‌‌ ingot, it would​ mean that at‍ least you are​‍ not hateful.

“If⁠‍ I do well,⁠‌‌ everything will be‌⁠ fine.”

Vlad‌‌​ had not forgotten​ the purpose of​‌ coming here.

The‍ reason why he​ came here to​‌ help Count Vitskaya​​‍ with his work⁠⁠⁠ was to enter⁠‍ the forest of‍ the elves.

If⁠ the current good​⁠‍ atmosphere continues, maybe‌ it will be‍ possible to receive‌⁠ a direct invitation‌ without going through​ the Count.

“It‍ smells good.”

Vlad​ smiled as he⁠‍ looked at the‌‌ tea, which emitted‍‌‌ a clear green​⁠‍ light.

Although‍ it wasn’t my‍‌ cup of tea,⁠ I could laugh​⁠ as long as‌‍​ I could leave⁠​ a good impression⁠ with just one‌ sip.

It⁠⁠ should have been‌​‌ like that.

“No.”‍​

But⁠‌‌ Vlad couldn’t lift‌‍‌ the tea cup.‌

“You​ can’t drink it.”‌‌

White‍ fingers urgently grabbed⁠‌⁠ the tea cup​ Vlad was holding.​

A girl who was​‌​ almost lying face‍⁠ down because of⁠ the great distance‍ between the tables⁠‍‍ was looking at⁠ Vlad.

“…”‌

“…”⁠​‌

The​ air in the​​ cabin stopped as⁠⁠​ a result of​ the girl’s sudden⁠‌ behavior.

Not⁠‌ only the elves‌​ but also the⁠ knights of Vitskaya⁠⁠ were frozen like‌ stones, not knowing‌⁠ what to do‍‍ with the situation‍‌‌ unfolding before their‍‍​ eyes.

“…Why?”‌

Vlad​ barely managed to‌ exhale a word​ after releasing the​‍‍ little air left‍ in his lungs.‌

However,‍​​ the girl simply‍​⁠ buried her face,‍⁠‌ tried to avoid​⁠⁠ eye contact, and‌ silently took Vlad’s⁠​ tea cup.

The‌‍ girl’s feet hopping‍‌ at the end⁠ of the table‌​ looked pitiful.

***⁠​

Tea​‌⁠ time was over.​​

Meeting​​ the elves for‌‌​ the first time​⁠ in his life‍​ was as bitter⁠⁠‍ as the lingering‌ taste on the⁠‌‍ tip of his‌‍‌ tongue, and Vlad​​ still couldn’t easily⁠⁠ escape from the⁠​ shock.

“Captain,‍‌ calm down.”

“I⁠‌ didn’t do anything⁠ wrong.”

Looking​​⁠ at Vlad’s dazed​ eyes, Goethe tried​‍ to calm him​‌ down, but the‍⁠⁠ response he received‍ was hollow.

“Still,‍‍ you have to‌ come to your⁠​ senses. The elves‍ are still only‌‍⁠ looking at the‍‌ captain.”

It‍​ was a strange‍​​ atmosphere.

The‌‌ elves distrusted Vlad,‍‍⁠ yet they looked‌ at him with‍​‌ curious eyes.

It‍⁠​ was as if‍⁠ they were looking⁠‍ at a strange⁠ creature.

“Besides,‌‌​ that boy seems⁠ to have a high status. When⁠⁠ I got on⁠‍ the carriage earlier,‌​⁠ there were elves‍ waiting by my‍⁠​ side.”

Among⁠‍‍ them was a girl who was‌ looking at Vlad⁠ with the most‍ passionate eyes.

An​⁠‌ elf named Varadis​ was holding onto​‍ the waist of​⁠ an elf and⁠ peeking his head⁠​ out to look​ at him.

Vlad⁠ sighed as he‌‌ looked at the⁠​ girl whose eyes‍‌ were desperately searching‍⁠ for something, yet⁠​‍ what she was‌‌ actually doing was⁠​ pushing him away.⁠​‍

“Anyway,‌⁠​ I think it’s⁠‍ wrong to enter‌​‌ the elves’ forest.”​

Although​ it wasn’t his‌ fault, something went⁠ wrong in Vlad’s​​‌ recent meeting.

Since⁠ the elves already​ distrust humans, they‌ won’t look favorably⁠ on the current⁠‌ situation.

“Now​⁠ let’s go. We‌ have to leave​⁠ before it’s too‍ late.”

“Alright.”‍

Upon‍​ hearing from the‌​‌ Vitskaya knights that​ they had to⁠ cross the cliff‌‌ before sunset, Vlad⁠‌ helplessly climbed to‍ the top of‌ Noir.

“Wait‌‍​ a moment.”

Behind‍‌‍ the group getting​‌ ready to leave,‌ Varadis’s voice was‌​⁠ heard.

He⁠ listened silently as‍ a girl whispered‍​ something quietly.

Varadis‌‍ nodded upon hearing​⁠⁠ the girl’s words‌​ and with an⁠‌ awkward smile stopped​​ Vlad.

“I‍‌ apologize for bidding​ you farewell in⁠ this manner.”

Varadis’s⁠‍ strange expression, unsure⁠ whether he was‌ smiling or angry.‍‌‍

Vlad​ thought his cold⁠⁠ impression from earlier‌‍ was better.

“Please​‍​ allow our honorable‍‌​ person to apologize‍‌‌ for the mistake​​​ he made towards‍‌ you.”

“No,‌​‌ it’s okay.”

“I​ heard something happened‍‌ in the carriage​​ earlier.”

“…”​​

Seeing⁠ Vlad silently affirm,‌‌ Baradis shook Vlad’s​ hand with a tired expression.

“I‌⁠ hope to see‌ you again soon.‌ I would like‍‌‍ to apologize for⁠‍ today’s rudeness.”

Vlad⁠ silently looked at‌ the hand being​​ extended to him.​‍

Does‌‍⁠ a handshake mean​‌⁠ the same thing‍ for elves?

“It’s⁠ just the way​ elves invite. Unlike​‌​ humans, we don’t‍ ask for a handshake so easily.”‌⁠

“I​ understand.”

The‌‍ muffled gasps of‍ amazement from the‍‌‌ Vitskaya knights who​⁠​ heard Baradis’s words‍ couldn’t be avoided.⁠‌

They​‍​ couldn’t help but​‍‌ be surprised to‌​ see Vlad granted​ permission to do⁠‍⁠ something they had‍ worked so hard‌ for, for so‍⁠ long, in just​‌​ one day.

“Thank⁠ you for inviting⁠ me.”

Vlad‌‍ was confused as⁠‌ he looked at‍​ the girl waving​⁠‍ her hand in‌ the distance.

Suddenly,⁠ he jumped onto​‍ the sleeping person​ and immersed her‌⁠ in a fantasy.​​

They​ took away a cup of tea‌‍‌ from someone trying​ to enjoy the‌‍​ tea.

However,​⁠ now she invites​⁠‌ me to the​ elves’ forest and⁠‌‍ says she hopes‍ to see me‌‍‍ next time.

‘What‍ are you doing‌ now?’

Vlad⁠ couldn’t help but‍‍ think for a moment as he‌ watched the behavior⁠ of the most⁠ whimsical girl he‌ had ever seen.⁠⁠‍

However‍​ suspicious the girl’s​‍ behavior might be,‌ it was impossible‌‌‌ to ignore the⁠‍ extended hand.

“It‌​‌ will be a valuable opportunity to‍⁠‍ broaden my horizons.⁠ I will definitely​ visit you sometime.”​‌

“Alright.‍⁠‍ I hope you​‌‍ come to visit​⁠​ us sometime.”

The‍ eyes of the‌ two men met‌‍⁠ as they shook⁠‌ hands.

The‌​‍ nervous Vitskaya knights​⁠ let out a small sigh as⁠⁠ they saw Vlad⁠ hesitate for a moment while shaking​‌‍ Varadis’s hand.

“And‍​​ be sure to​‍ bring the amber⁠‌⁠ stone with you.”‍

“Yes?”‌⁠

“Our‌ precious person is​‌ very interested in⁠⁠ it.”

Varadis‍‍ let go and⁠​ looked at Vlad‍⁠⁠ again with a cold expression.

“The⁠‌‌ same goes for‌ you.”

“…”‍⁠

Vlad⁠‌‍ listened to Baradis​⁠‌ and looked at​‌ the girl standing​ in the distance.‌​‌

Among⁠‌ the heads peeking​ out behind, a hand waving among‍‍ the heads seemed‌⁠ to say, until​ next time.

***‍‌

“At‍​ the end, I didn’t even ask​ for her name.”‍‍

Vlad‍ frowned as if‍⁠ he had just​⁠ emerged from Noir’s‍ trembling back.

Since‍ it was a time when things‌ were getting crazy,​‍ he couldn’t ask‍ what he should⁠ have asked.

“Why​‍ the name?”

“I‌​‍ guess I’ll have‌‌ to call her‌‍ something when I see her again.”‍

“Indeed,‌ she was quite‌‍‍ beautiful for an‍‍​ elf. If she⁠ were a bit‍ taller, she would‌‌‌ be hard to‌‍​ ignore.”

Vlad⁠​ looked at Goethe⁠‍ as if feeling​​​ sorry, listening to​‌⁠ him smile meaningfully.​⁠​

“Do⁠⁠‍ you want to⁠ think that when⁠ you look at‍​‌ your son?”

“How‍‍​ old do you⁠⁠‌ think the captain‌‌ is to think‍‍‌ like that?”

Vlad​​​ was speechless at⁠⁠ Goethe’s question in‌‌ response.

Now‌‌​ that he thought⁠⁠‌ about it, he​‍‌ himself had only​ become an adult‌‍‌ a few months‌​‍ ago.

“…Anyway,​ I am an⁠​ adult.”

“She‍⁠‍ might be an‌⁠‍ adult too. You⁠⁠ seem more mature​ than Zemina.”

Vlad‌ had no choice‌ but to keep⁠‍‌ his mouth shut⁠‌ as Goethe countered‌‌⁠ his words with​ embarrassing truth.

In‍​ this situation, using⁠ Zemina as an​ example was a low blow.

“Besides,‍​ you can’t guess⁠‍‍ the age of‍‌​ elves in the‌​​ first place. Although⁠‍‌ she may seem‌​‌ so, she might‌‌⁠ be over a hundred years old.”​‍

Because​ she was a long-lived elf, it‍ was difficult to‍‌‍ guess her age,‍⁠‌ but Vlad definitely​‍‍ thought that the‍ golden-eyed girl was‍ not an adult.‍⁠

The‍ incomprehensible behavior she​⁠‍ occasionally showed seemed⁠⁠ clearly insufficient to​ be considered mature.​⁠

“We’re​‍​ close by here.”‌

As​⁠ he intentionally closed‌‌‌ his mouth to‍‌⁠ end the conversation,​‌ the Vitskaya knight‍‌ cautiously approached to‍⁠ report.

“It‌ seems to be‌⁠​ more effective than‍ hitting them.”

Until​ yesterday, the appearance​ of silently ignoring‌ him because he‌‌ was a stranger⁠⁠ from the north‍ had disappeared.

Varadis’s‌‌ invitation clearly had‍​ its effect.

“The‌​ area from here⁠ to the bridge‍‌ crossing the cliff​‌ is a dangerous⁠ area. The raiders‌ mainly came from‌‍‍ this area.”

After​‍​ hearing the knight’s‍​ explanation, Vlad quickly‍‌ unfolded the map‍⁠‌ and estimated the⁠‌⁠ location.

The⁠​ map reading skills‌‌​ he had learned​‌ in Sturma were‌ finally paying off.​

“…The‍ stone bridge I saw on the‍ way seemed the‌ most dangerous.”

“Indeed,‍‌ we lost many‌‍⁠ wagons there.”

Vlad‍​⁠ was worried as⁠ he watched the‌⁠⁠ sun gradually set.‍⁠​

The‌​⁠ sun was about‍ to set soon,‌⁠ so he wanted‍⁠‍ to secure a spot if possible.​​

“What​‍‌ if we stay‍⁠ here for the‌ night and then‌‍ leave?”

“That’s⁠⁠‌ impossible.”

The‌‌‍ Vitskaya knight spoke‍⁠‌ sternly, as if​‍ this wasn’t enough.​

“Unlike⁠ the elves’ realm,​⁠⁠ the forest here⁠⁠ is very cold.⁠​​ If we don’t‍ get to Tanovo⁠ as soon as‍ possible, the thujon⁠ leaves will freeze.”​‍

The‍⁠‍ elves only harvested‌⁠‍ and dried the‍​ leaves of the⁠⁠ tea called thujon‍‍ and did not‍‌ perform any other⁠‍⁠ process.

So,‍‍‍ unless he quickly​ returned to Tanovo,‍‍​ ground the thujon​ leaves into powder,‍​ and compressed them⁠‍​ into a single‌ piece, the thujon​ leaves would quickly⁠ freeze.

“From‍‍​ now on, we’ll⁠ have to move​ even if it‍‌ means cutting down⁠ on sleep time.”‍‍

“…Alright.”‍

It‌‌​ was something he⁠ was prepared to‍​‍ do, but the‍ conditions when he‌ came and when‍‍ he returned were‌⁠ very different.

Still,​ he suggested it‌⁠⁠ because he thought​ it would be⁠⁠ fine for a day, but the⁠ knights’ reaction was​‍ too strong.

Their‍​ position was understandable,‍⁠⁠ as their efforts‌‍​ up to this​​​ point would have​ been in vain⁠ if they hadn’t‍⁠ been careful.

“Let’s​‌ go. Stephan, go‌​ to the back.”​

“Alright.⁠‍ Sir.”

He​⁠​ was at the​⁠ front, and the⁠‌‌ Thorn Mercenaries were‍‍‍ at the end‍‌‌ of the procession.‌

Vlad​​ formed a formation‌ with the Vitskaya‌ knights flanking both⁠ sides of the‌ carriage and began‍ to advance cautiously.‌

There⁠ probably wouldn’t be​​ big bandits who‍​⁠ would touch the‌ current procession of⁠‍ only 6 knights.⁠​

“But​​‍ if they come‌⁠ out, they definitely‍ have a different​ purpose.”

No‌​ matter how expensive‌‍‍ the elves’ carriages‍‍⁠ were, there was‌‌​ a cost to‍​ everything.

A person who would‌⁠‍ fight against six‌⁠​ knights and ten⁠​‌ mercenaries to rob‍⁠ a carriage must⁠⁠ have had other‍ objectives besides money.​‍

Vlad‌‍​ silently looked ahead‍​​ as the forest‌​ darkened.

A stone bridge stretched​ between the cliffs‌ ahead.

Between⁠ the darkening sky,⁠⁠​ a stone bridge‌ that looked even⁠​ stranger awaited the‍​ group.

***⁠

At​‍‌ first, I thought‌ it was the⁠ starlight.

It⁠⁠‌ was a dark‌ night, and since⁠‌ it was a cliff area with​‍ a steep slope,‌⁠‌ the boundary between‌ the sky and⁠‍‌ the earth was⁠⁠⁠ not clear.

“Kaaak!”⁠⁠‍

However,⁠‌ when the starlight‍ approached quickly, Vlad‍‌ realized that the‍‍ light was not⁠ hanging from the⁠ sky.

“It’s‍ an attack!”

“They‍‌ are raiders! The‍ marauders have arrived!”​‌

Torches⁠‌‌ trembling violently, horses​ neighing.

In‌‍⁠ the procession that‌‌​ quickly became noisy,⁠ Vlad looked at‌ the Vitskaya knight‌⁠ who was already‌​⁠ lying on the‍‍​ ground.

‘…I⁠⁠ didn’t even see​ him!’

It​‍‍ happened in an‌ instant.

The‌‌ brutally distorted armor‍ of the knight‍​ showed how much‌​ impact it had‍​ received.

“First,​ make sure to​​‍ avoid the dust…”‍​

“Everyone​ run! Let’s leave‌⁠ the bridge now!”⁠​⁠

On‍‌​ a bridge with‍‌‌ openings everywhere.

Vlad⁠ shouted loudly as​ he watched the⁠ knights naturally forming​ their formation.

“But​‌ Lord Vlad!”

“Follow‍ my orders!”

Vlad‌​‍ quickly placed the⁠ fallen knight on​‍ the saddle and‌​ growled in response.​

“If​ you stop here,‌⁠‌ he’ll simply do‍‌‍ as he pleases!”⁠⁠

Understanding‌‌ a predator is‌​ only possible by​ being a predator‍‍⁠ oneself.

There​‌‍ must have been‌‌ a good reason‍⁠​ to show a warning by defeating​ a knight.

“Run!‍‍⁠ Let’s get out‌‍‌ of here as‍⁠ fast as possible!”⁠‍

“Hold‍⁠ the reins, everyone!”‌‍

On‌⁠ a dark bridge,‌ Stephan and Goethe‍‌ repeated Vlad’s orders‍ aloud.

And‌ the Vitskaya knights,‌‍ who were overwhelmed​ by Vlad’s sudden​⁠‌ change in momentum,‍‌ had no choice‌‍ but to hastily​⁠ mount their horses.‍⁠⁠

Plop!⁠‍​

Thud!​‍

“The‌‌ rocks are flying!”​⁠

“The​​ perch is breaking!”​

The​ marauder in the‍‍ darkness was hurriedly​ extinguishing the torch,⁠⁠‍ perhaps confused by​‍⁠ Vlad’s decision to‍⁠ cross the bridge​ as before.

A knight with a sword must be​‍ able to face‌​​ threats.

However,‍⁠⁠ the knight from‌​​ the alley was‍⁠ a man who⁠ didn’t mind fleeing‍‌⁠ at all.

“Don’t​ worry, just run!”‌‌​

Vlad‌​‌ quickly closed his​ left eye and​​ raised his sword​ high.

“Just‍ follow me!”

Vlad’s⁠ aura forming between​ the sword.

The‌ wagons began to​‍⁠ creak along the⁠⁠​ single light shining⁠‍ on the dark‍‍​ bridge.

Creak!‌‍​

‘Where!’​​‍

This‍‌​ time, Vlad struck⁠‌ the rock flying‍​⁠ towards him and‌​​ quickly assessed its​​ direction.

The​​‌ trembling tip of⁠​ the sword gave‍⁠ an idea of‌ the power of‌​​ the stone that‌ had just flown.‌​

‘There’s​ only one!’

It​​ came from many‌ places, which increased‍​ the confusion, but​‍⁠ it was clearly​​​ thrown by one‍‍ person.

Vlad’s​‌‌ sensitive ears caught‍⁠​ the sound of‍‌‍ someone moving in‌ the darkness.

‘He’s​‍⁠ coming!’

Vlad⁠⁠​ gritted his teeth‌⁠‍ and looked towards⁠ the end of‍‌ the bridge.

Certainly,‍ it didn’t seem‍‌‌ dark, but the⁠ unknown raider was‌ standing in front⁠‍‍ of the path‍ they were about​​ to take, catching‌ his breath.

“Move​ forward like this!”‌

The‌​ group runs like​​ a furious bull.‌⁠

A small horn sprouted​ from Noir’s forehead,​‍​ which was at‌​ the front.

‘Piercing!’‌

Vlad‌ planned to trample‍⁠‌ the marauders with‌ this momentum.

The‍ person currently blocking​‍​ the group was⁠⁠ clearly a master,‍‌ so if they​⁠‍ lost their current⁠⁠‍ momentum, they might‌​ never have the‍‌​ chance to cross​ the bridge again.‍​​

“Knights!‍​​ Prepare for the‍ attack…”

Vlad‌​⁠ shouted loudly but‍⁠‍ couldn’t bear to‌‍ continue with his⁠​​ next words.

Because‍​ it was getting​ brighter from that⁠‌​ end as if‍ receiving the light​‌‌ of dawn.

‘Damn!’‌

Vlad‌⁠ felt the sudden‌​​ change in the‍ power of the​‍‍ assailant and quickly⁠‍ invoked his own​​​ world.

Only​ the Aurores can​‌​ confront the Aurores.‍‍

The‌⁠ only person here⁠‍‍ who could create​​‌ an aura was⁠‌ himself.

“Noir!”​

Neigh-!​​‌

At⁠ Vlad’s shout, the​⁠‍ spirit of the‍⁠​ prairie, which pierced‍ even the troll,⁠ slowly began to‌ take its own‍ form.

The‌​⁠ death blow of‍‍​ a single strike​‍​ is unexpected.

And‌⁠ the best way‌​ to create surprises‍⁠​ is speed.

Only‍⁠ unexpected speed can‌​ block the blow‍ of the man‌ in front of‌‍​ me.

“Now!”‍‌

Vlad​ and Noir, who​ had been in‌ line with the‍ procession until now,⁠ took advantage of​ the strange rhythm⁠‍​ and quickly ran‌⁠ forward.

At‍ a speed three​ or four times‌‌⁠ faster than the​ speed I’ve been‍ running at so‌‍⁠ far.

The‍‌‍ eyes of the‍⁠ unknown man who‍ was watching that‍ scene were widening.​​

“Pierce⁠‍ him!”

Finish⁠‍ with a single⁠‍​ blow.

Just‌ as the voice‍‍⁠ told me.

A white lightning that​ couldn’t be captured⁠⁠ flowed from Vlad’s‌ left eye, which⁠ he was trying‌​ to close with⁠ all his might.‌

Kwasik-!‍⁠

Kwazizig-!​

Dawn⁠‌⁠ light and white​ lightning.

Lights⁠⁠⁠ of the same‍⁠ color clashed once,⁠ creating a loud​ roar on the⁠⁠ bridge.

***​‍

“…The⁠‌ path of the‌‌ sword must be‍‍ straight, firm, and‌‌‌ unwavering.”

A hood, half-torn gray.⁠

Red​‌‍ blood splattered amidst​⁠ white hair and​‍ visible wrinkles in‌‍‍ between.

“And‍⁠ the only thing‍ that paves the‌​‌ way is an‌ unwavering sword based⁠‍ on the unexpected.”‍⁠

“…Cough.”‌‌

Through​‍ his fading mind,⁠‌ Vlad slowly reached​‍⁠ out to grasp‌‌⁠ the sword that​⁠⁠ was far away.⁠

However,‍‌ he couldn’t help‍‍ but widen his‌ eyes at the​‌‌ voice he soon​ heard.

“That’s​‌ the trick to‌ a one-strike kill.”​

“…What?”‍

The‍‌‌ carriages halted.

Noir‍‌‍ collapsed.

And​​‌ Vlad lay on⁠ the ground, looking⁠ at an unknown‍‌‌ man.

“Who⁠​ the hell are‌ you?”

A drop of blood‍ flowed between his​⁠⁠ pure white brows.‌‍​

“Who​​ are you, using​⁠‍ the imperial sword​​ technique?”

The‌‌ dense fog enveloped‍‍ the dark precipice‍ where light and‍​⁠ darkness faded away.​

The‌‌‍ eyes of the‌ two men, walking‌⁠⁠ the same path‌‌ yet unknown to​⁠ each other, intertwined‍​⁠ in confusion.

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