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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 116: When the world tree blossoms (1)

Chapter 116: When the world tree blossoms (1)

A cry spread from‍ somewhere in the‌‌ mansion.

The‌ voice of a woman crying sorrowfully‌ is heartbreaking.

Although​ she could no‌​ longer breathe, only‍⁠ dry tear marks‌ remained around the⁠​‌ eyes of the‍‌‍ woman who cried‌ bitterly.

It‌‍ seems that the‍ sadness contained in‍ the tears alone⁠ was not enough⁠ to rid her‍‍‌ of all the‍ pain of losing‍⁠ a child.

“Lord​ August.”

A broken window.

Tea‌ items scattered everywhere.‍​‌

However,⁠​‍ unlike the dizzying⁠​ surroundings, the tea‍⁠ in the cup​‌ had a bright‌ green color.

“From‌‍ now on, we⁠‍‌ will manage the​⁠ site ourselves.”

The‌‌ commander of the‌ imperial guard turned​ around upon hearing‌‍ a voice.

Armor​ with golden engravings.‍​

That‌ armor was armor‍⁠ that only the‍​ emperor’s guards could​‍⁠ wear in the‍‍‌ empire.

“…The​‌ crimes that occurred⁠ in the capital​‌⁠ are the responsibility​‍ of our knightly‌​‌ order to manage.”​

“Of​‍ course, I know.”​

The​ middle-aged man standing‌ in front of‍⁠ the commander of​‌‌ the imperial guard‌ pulled out from‌ his arms a piece of parchment​​ rolled up with​⁠‌ a small smile.‌‌

Edict​⁠ with a golden‍‌ seal.

The‌ middle-aged man, holding‍​ a golden edict‌ that only the⁠ emperor of the⁠​​ empire could issue,‌‌ nodded and opened⁠‌‌ his mouth.

“But‍⁠ it’s something His⁠ Majesty directly ordered,⁠​ so I can’t‌ do anything about⁠ it.”

“Everyone⁠ in the empire⁠ knows he’s bedridden.”‍‍

A middle-aged man wearing‍‍ royal guard armor.​

He⁠‌⁠ just shrugged with⁠‍‌ an exaggerated gesture​​‍ after hearing August’s‍ words.

“What⁠​​ kind of blasphemous​‌⁠ talk is this?‍ Apparently, I went⁠‍ to see His​‍⁠ Majesty this morning.”​‍

“…”‍

August⁠⁠ bit his lip‍ as he looked​​‌ at the man‌ spouting nonsense.

The‍​ commander of the⁠​‍ guard, who was​​ supposed to protect​​ the emperor, was⁠‍ actually waving his⁠ name around.

The​‌ mood of the‍ imperial knights, who‍‌‍ noticed August’s anger,​ began to sharpen.⁠⁠

“By​ order of His​‌‌ Majesty the Emperor,‌‌‌ transfer the investigative⁠ authority immediately. August,⁠ Commander of the‍‌⁠ Imperial Guard.”

However,‌​⁠ even as the⁠​ situation became more​‍‌ heated, the middle-aged‍​ man simply rolled‍‍‌ up the unfolded⁠⁠ parchment.

With‍ a slight sneer​ on his lips.‌‌⁠

“From⁠​ now on, our‍‍⁠ Imperial Guard will⁠ take charge of⁠​ the scene here.”​‍⁠

A cause heavier than⁠​ a sword.

Facing​​ the commander of⁠ the guard wielding⁠⁠ a noble golden‌ sword, August could‌​‌ only bow his⁠​ head with a feeling of resentment.​⁠⁠

The​‌ still dark mansion‌‍​ was filled with⁠ the mournful cries‌ of a mother⁠‍ who lost her​ son.

***‍‍

“But‌ how are you‍‌​ going to stop⁠​ him?”

Snow‍ up to their⁠‌ ankles.

The​ group wandering deep‍⁠​ into the forest⁠ dismounted their horses​‍‍ and moved forward,‌ holding onto the⁠ reins.

However,⁠ even as their‌⁠ steps progressed, Vlad’s‍​ eyes were focused‍ on the man‍​‍ in the gray‌⁠⁠ hood.

“If⁠‍ we keep raiding⁠ wagons, won’t the​‍ tea be sold?​ I heard it’s‍ doing very well.”‍

I don’t know exactly​​ what he was‌‍⁠ doing, but it‍ was related to‌‌ the imperial family.‌‍⁠

Furthermore,⁠⁠ since he was​​ someone who recognized‌ the sound of⁠ the voice, it​ was natural for​ Vlad to express‌ curiosity towards him.‌‍

At⁠ 18, he was⁠‍ still young enough⁠‌ to crave experience‍​ and knowledge.

“…As‍‌⁠ you said, we‌‍ couldn’t prevent it⁠ from being sold.”‌

The‌⁠ man in the​‍​ gray hood looked‍‌‌ at Vlad with‌ a bitter smile.⁠​

As‌​‌ Vlad said, the​ imperial guard, who⁠ had been crippled,‍​​ couldn’t remove the‌ cobwebs deeply entrenched​‍ in the empire.⁠

“That’s⁠​⁠ why we cut‍ it off immediately.”⁠​‍

“What?”​⁠

“Hive.⁠‍ I need to​ find out what’s⁠​ inside.”

If⁠‌ you can’t unearth‌⁠​ what’s hidden at​‍‍ the bottom, you⁠‌ have to pull​​ it out.

August,⁠⁠ who knew this,‍ used himself as⁠⁠ bait to steal‍ Vitskaya’s carriage.

“…By​‌ the way, you⁠​​ said the Count⁠‍ had asked for​​‍ help from the‍​ Dragon Slayer Knights,‌ right?”

“If​ they said so.”⁠‍

Although‍ it was only‍⁠‌ a young knight‌ named Vlad who​​ was dragged against​​ his initial intention,​ the youth in⁠‌‍ front of him‌ still asked for‌‍‍ the only information⁠​ he wanted.

It⁠ was information about‍‍ a fallen dragon‍‍ huddled in a hive.

‘Asking‌ for help directly‌‍⁠ from Dragulia instead‍‍⁠ of resorting to​‌‍ the imperial family…’‍⁠⁠

It⁠​ wasn’t unusual for‍ a local lord‍ to ask for⁠⁠‍ help from the‌ Dragon Slayer Knights​‍⁠ to solve a difficult task.

However,‌⁠​ there was an‍​ order and a procedure in everything,​‍⁠ and August had⁠ never heard that‌ the Vitskaya family⁠​⁠ followed that procedure.‌

“Why​‌‌ the Dragon Slayer⁠ Knights?”

“No.”‌‌​

The⁠ young knight in⁠ front of you⁠‌‌ may be curious⁠⁠​ about everything in​ the world, but‌‌⁠ sometimes it’s better‍ not to know.⁠

If​ the fallen dragon​⁠ is gnawing at‍ its leash as‌ you think, then​‌ just knowing about​ it will make​‍‍ you very angry.​​⁠

“Look‍‌​ over there, Captain!‍ I guess it’s‍ over there!”

“…So.”​⁠⁠

Vlad,⁠​⁠ who had been⁠​ conversing with August​ for a while,​ inadvertently opened his​⁠‍ mouth when he⁠‍ heard Goethe shout.​‌

“What’s⁠ so big?”

There‌‌‌ was a forest.‌​‌

A forest that doesn’t​⁠ lose its green‌‍ color even in‍ winter.

Although‌‌‍ it was tinged⁠‍ with white by​‍⁠ the falling snow,​‍ a warmth that​ not even the‍ cold snow could​⁠⁠ control was felt⁠‌ in the forest⁠ before me.

“That’s‌ the elves’ forest.”‌‌​

An​ elf forest that‌⁠​ hides in the‌​ depths and doesn’t‌ easily open the​ door to anyone.‍

Vlad‌‍ couldn’t close his‌​​ mouth as he‌ looked at the​‍ seemingly endless green​ horizon.

“So​ that’s the World⁠ Tree?”

“Yes.”‍‍

Elf​ forest. Ausurin.

A massive tree towered‌‌‌ above the green‌‍​ sea, looking down​‍ at Vlad.

***‌‍‌

The​ brightly lit office​‌‍ of someone.

In⁠‌ a place completely‌ covered with brown​ trees, the platinum‍​‍ blonde hair of⁠ the girl gleamed‍ in the sunlight.‍‍⁠

“Brother.”‍⁠

“Yes.​⁠ Lady.”

There‌⁠ was a chair,‍ but the platinum‌ blonde girl sitting​ at the desk‌ frowned as if‍⁠⁠ she didn’t like⁠​‍ Varadis’s response.

“…Okay.”‌

She⁠​⁠ said it as‌⁠⁠ if pouting, but‍ she knew it⁠ was something she‌ couldn’t avoid.

Still,‍ I couldn’t help‌‍ but feel disappointment​⁠ growing in my‍​⁠ heart and puffing‌‍ up my small​⁠ cheeks.

“Take‌ this with you‍​ when you go.”‌

“Yes?”​‌

Varadis‌‍ had a puzzled‍⁠‍ expression on his‍‌​ face as he‍‌ looked at the⁠ basket the girl⁠​​ was handing him.​

Before⁠⁠ I knew it,‍‍⁠ a basket full⁠‌ of fruit had‍‌‌ piled up around‌⁠ the room.

The‍⁠ girl’s golden eyes‌‍‍ gleamed with the⁠​‍ brightness of the‌⁠​ shiny fruit.

“It⁠⁠ seemed like you‍ were hungry.”

“…Who’s‍ hungry?”

Varadis‍ couldn’t hide his⁠ puzzled expression as⁠‌ he accepted the‍‍ basket.

Even‌ when she was​‍ young, she had⁠⁠ a peculiar side,​ but after becoming⁠ a priestess of⁠‍ the World Tree,‍ she became even⁠⁠‍ harder to understand.‌⁠​

“Lord​⁠‌ Varadis.”

“Hmm?”‌⁠

However,‍​‍ the answer to‌ the question came‍​​ from someone other‌‌ than the girl.⁠⁠

“During‍ the reconnaissance, we​ found humans wandering‍‍ nearby.”

“Throw‍‌ them out.”

A report you don’t‌‍‌ have to worry⁠​‍ about.

However,‌​⁠ the elf who⁠‌ came to report⁠‍ seemed concerned and‌⁠‌ continued speaking.

“That’s…”​‌

“What.”​‌‌

Varadis’s⁠⁠‌ expression was completely‍​​ different from when​⁠ he faced the‍⁠‍ girl.

Varadis’s⁠ expression had transformed‍‍‍ into that of‌​ a firm-hearted, cold-hearted​⁠ leader without anyone​⁠‍ noticing.

“The​⁠⁠ intruders are looking‌​ for Varadis.”

“…What?”​​​

“To⁠‍​ be exact, they‌‍‌ say they were​ invited by Varadis.”‌​

Varadis‍​ frowned and looked⁠‌ at the informant‌‌‌ in front of‌​ him.

The⁠ elf, who recognized​⁠ the question with‌ his eyes even‌ though he didn’t‍​‍ say it verbally,‌⁠ brought forth a name he had‍​‍ brought before him.​‍‍

“The‌ intruder introduced himself‌ as Vlad of​​​ Soara.”

“…”⁠‌

After​ hearing the informant’s‌ words, Varadis looked⁠ at the basket⁠ he was holding⁠ unconsciously.

“You​​ said you were‍⁠‍ hungry?”

“Yes?”​⁠

Varadis⁠⁠‌ turned his head‍ and looked at⁠‌ the girl.

The​ girl laughed and‍ tapped her feet⁠ as if telling‍‌ him to go⁠‍‌ ahead.

***‌

“Elves⁠ have prisons too.”‌‍

“It’s⁠ also my first​⁠‌ time coming here.”‌

“Do‌​⁠ they not use‌​‍ nails? There’s no⁠ trace of anything​ related.”

Unlike‍‍‍ Goethe, who was⁠ crouched in a corner with a gloomy expression, Vlad⁠⁠ wandered through the⁠‍ elves’ prison.

“Captain.‌ Are you really⁠ invited?”

“I⁠ heard it’s true.”​‌

“So,‍‍‍ is it good‌ etiquette for elves‍​ to shoot arrows⁠ at all their​⁠ guests?”

“…But⁠​⁠ it wasn’t right.”‌

Vlad‍‌ looked at the‌ gray-hooded man and‍ Goethe staring at​ him and scratched⁠‌ his cheek with​ his finger as​ if embarrassed.

As​‍‍ they had been⁠ invited, he thought‌ they could enter‌ confidently, but in‍ reality, what greeted⁠⁠⁠ them were only⁠ deadly arrows and‍⁠ a cold prison.⁠​

“You​‌ still haven’t paid​ for your life.”‍

“You‍⁠ went in first.”⁠‍

“Are‌​⁠ Northerners really so​⁠ brazen?”

Vlad‌⁠ pretended not to‌ notice the criticism‌‍​ and resentment coming‌⁠ from him and⁠‌ gripped the bars‍ with both hands.‍‌​

‘If⁠‍‌ you’re going to‌​‌ do this, why⁠‌‍ did you invite‌ me?’

Vlad​ has an idea‌ about the voice.‍

August‍ has a clue‌‍ about Absilon.

There‍ was no reason​‌ to doubt because‌​‍ what both wanted​‍ was here in‌ the elf forest.​

Even‍‌ if he knew​ it would end⁠‍​ up like this,‌ it was a place he had‌‍‍ to come to.‍​​

‘…It​‌ was subtly sharp.’‌‍

However,⁠‌​ what was putting⁠‍ Vlad on edge⁠ wasn’t his current‌​ situation in prison.​⁠

A feeling that only‍‍ people who live​‍ in the alleys‍ and are sensitive⁠‍ to crises can​ smell.

The​‌ elves who found‌ them sensed that‌ familiar feeling.

Rumble-⁠⁠

Vlad‍ leaned his face​ against the bars​ when he heard‍‌⁠ the sound of⁠ the door opening​ in front of⁠ him.

“I’m‌ sorry.”

Dark‌​‌ blue hair and‌​ navy blue eyes.​‌

A cold-looking elf had‍ mobilized his lieutenants‍⁠ and was approaching​‍‌ with a basket‌​⁠ in one hand.​

“Vlad‌ of Soara. Welcome‍ to our forest.”​

“Do‌ elves say welcome‌ in prison?”

“Well.‍‍⁠ Let’s take this‌​ first.”

Varadis‌‍ was superior to‍‍​ Vlad in ignoring‌​ people’s words.

“Are​‍ you going to⁠⁠⁠ get me out‍​⁠ of here?”

“Just‌ eat that and‌‍ wait a day.⁠ There are procedures​‌ we have to‍‌ follow to get⁠⁠ you out.”

Vlad’s‍ eyebrows narrowed when⁠​‍ he was told‍‍⁠ to wait another​‌ day.

“I‍​ hope you understand.​‌⁠ Nowadays, it’s time‍ for everyone to‌⁠​ be smarter. Once‍ people are in‌​‌ prison, the process⁠ to get them‍‍ out is complicated.”‍‌⁠

“But‍‍⁠ why is everyone​⁠​ so cautious? When​​ I arrived here,‍⁠‌ it seemed calm‍‌ nearby.”

The‍​‌ elves’ overly sharp‍⁠⁠ attitude.

Vlad⁠‌‍ felt a strange‌ wariness in their​ cold demeanor, as​‍⁠ if they mistrusted​ something rather than‍⁠ hostility towards humans.‌‌

“…The‌⁠ dragon is coming.”‌⁠

It‌ was a story‍⁠⁠ that didn’t need‌ to be told​ to humans, but‍ Varadis calmly explained​​ it.

Blue‍⁠‌ eyes staring at⁠​ you.

Because⁠ those eyes were‌‍ what the World​‍ Tree priestess was‍‌⁠ paying attention to.‍⁠‍

Varadis⁠ thought there must‍​ be a reason‍‌ they arrived in‌ Ausurin at that​ moment.

“It​‍ will soon be‍​ time for the​​⁠ World Tree to‌ bloom.”

“Bloom?”​

After⁠‌ hearing Varadis’s words,‍ Vlad unconsciously touched​ Alicia’s amber stone.‌​

In​⁠⁠ the amber landscape​⁠ shown by the‌‍ girl, the red‍⁠​ maple was clearly‍​​ in bloom.

“If.‌​‌ Bloom.”

The​‍ name of a single God.

And​‍‌ the young World‍‍ Tree that managed⁠ to take root‌ while avoiding imperial⁠ ambitions.

However,​​‌ humans were not‍⁠‌ the only ones⁠‌ focused on the⁠⁠​ young roots and​‍ fragrant flowers.

“The⁠ sharpest dragon has‌‍ always aimed for‍ the World Tree’s‍ flowers.”

Young​ petals are fragrant,⁠⁠‌ and young roots‌ are desirable.

However,⁠ there were countless​‍ beings all over‍⁠ the world who⁠ coveted fragrant and​ desirable things.

Although‌​‌ all young and⁠​⁠ delicate things in​⁠‍ this world definitely​‍ deserve to bloom.​

“I’m‍​ sorry to welcome​‌ you at a bad time.”

“…No.”‍

How‍ remote is the⁠⁠​ possibility of a world taking root‌ and blooming safely.​⁠‍

“Is‍‍‌ there anything I can help you‌ with?”

Then​ you must protect⁠ that moment.

And‍​​ I swore before⁠⁠ my discipline that‌‍ I would do​ so.

“Thank‍ you for saying‌‍ something.”

Men’s​​​ souls are light,‌ and their mouths⁠​​ rotten.

Beings‍​ that can never​‍‍ be trusted.

But⁠⁠ now the spirits​⁠ surrounding the blue-eyed‍ knight were speaking.⁠⁠​

This‌ person is the‌ one who was​‍ protected.

The​ white serpent on‌⁠‍ the armor and‌⁠‌ the mole beneath‌ the sword said‌ so.

“…”‌‌

The‌‌​ memory of an‍‌‍ amber-carved tree reflected⁠‌ in Varadis’s eyes.‌‍

A nostalgic World Tree‍​ that can no‍⁠​ longer be seen‍⁠ and blooms bright‌ red.

The⁠​ knight below clearly⁠​ held a familiar‍ sword.

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