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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 118: When the world tree blossoms (3)

Chapter 118: When the world tree blossoms (3)

The⁠‍‌ morning sunlight barely‌ peeks through the⁠⁠⁠ dense trees.

There‌⁠ were people wandering‌ through the dark‍‍ forest, relying on​​​ the sunlight.

Elegant​⁠ appearance, long and‌​ pointed ears.

They‍‌‍ were guards patrolling⁠⁠ the outskirts of⁠⁠‍ Ausurin.

“Halt.”​‌

Following‌​‍ the instructions of‍​⁠ the leader at‌ the front, the⁠ members of the‌‍⁠ search group stopped‍‌​ and held their​ breath.

Because‍‌ the clenched fists​‌ of the captain‍ told them what‌‍ lay ahead.

‘The​⁠ smell of blood…’‌​​

Although‌ not as keen‍⁠ as hearing, the‍⁠ sense of smell‌‌⁠ is superior to​ that of humans.​‍

The⁠⁠‍ leader of the‌ search frowned upon⁠‍⁠ smelling the fishy⁠ odor coming from⁠ within the black‌​ forest.

‘Disperse!‍‌

Eye‍​ gestures and hand⁠ signals.

The‌ elves quickly dispersed‌ around, following each​⁠‌ designated signal, and⁠​ soon assimilated into​​‍ their surroundings, becoming​‍⁠ vigilant in all​ directions.

“‘ll​‍‌ go alone.”

A search leader advances‌ slowly alone with⁠ hand signals.

Some‌​‍ group members following⁠‌ him carefully drew‌⁠ arrows and began‌​ to feed them​⁠‌ into the protesters.‍​

Branches‍ swaying in the‍‌ wind.

In​ the dark forest⁠‌‌ where not even‌ the sound of⁠ birds could be​ heard, the only⁠​⁠ thing echoing was⁠‍⁠ the faint rustle​‌‌ of tree branches.‌

“…This.”‌

However,‌​‍ the silence that​ had been maintained​‌‌ until now was‌​ broken by someone’s‌ sigh.

Above‍‍ the bushes, entwined​​⁠ like a spider⁠⁠‍ web.

There​ was an elf‌‍ there with arms‍​ outstretched and head‍⁠​ tilted.

“Penetrating‍‌‍ wound confirmed in​​⁠ the abdomen.”

“The⁠‍​ wound is frozen.”‍⁠

“It⁠ seems at least⁠ a day has⁠ passed since their​⁠ death.”

The⁠⁠​ search leader approached​ the body with‌ a puzzled expression‌‌ as he listened‍ to the report.​

Pieces​⁠‌ of internal organs‌​ hung from the‌ large puncture holes.​‌‌

“It’s‍‍‌ too late.”

The‌​ search leader knelt⁠‍⁠ on one knee⁠​ and looked at​ the body’s wounds.‌‍‌

A hole so large‌​ that no ordinary‍​⁠ human being could⁠‍ have created it.‌

The⁠ eyes that were‍⁠ still wide open‍⁠ showed how much⁠⁠‌ pain they must‍‍‌ have endured.

“…Nidhogg.”​⁠

The‌ search leader looked‌ toward the forest‌​‍ through the large​ hole in the‌​ elf’s body.

A view of the⁠ forest seen through‍⁠ a dark red​ passage.

The‍‍ place where light​‌⁠ couldn’t reach was⁠‍ completely filled with​‌‍ darkness.

A faint, hunger-ridden cry​ echoed from deep‍‍ within the forest.⁠‍‍

A voice that sounded‍ as if it‌ were starving.

A dragon hidden in​‌‍ the darkness watched‍‌ the young World‍‌‍ Tree about to⁠‍ bloom.

***​​

“…”⁠⁠

Vlad‍ thought it was​‍‌ as if he‌⁠ were walking through​​‍ a garden.

Even⁠ though the place‌‌ he was in​‌ was a cave⁠ where not a single ray of⁠‌ light entered.

‘What‍‍‍ kind of cave​ is this?’

It⁠ was quite understandable​‍⁠ to be so​‌​ mistaken.

The‌ floor, which should‍‍​ have been wet,⁠‍ was as soft‍ as freshly laid‌​ straw, and the​ interior, which should​ have been dark,‌ was brightly lit​‌ due to the‌‍ moss clinging to⁠‍‌ the walls.

‘Fireflies?’​‌⁠

Moreover,​ fireflies were floating​‌‌ everywhere.

Vlad’s‍⁠ mind was confused⁠ as he looked‍‌‍ at the luminous‍ objects floating around⁠​ as if welcoming‍‍ the group.

The⁠​⁠ atmosphere that didn’t​‍⁠ fit with the​ season and place‍ challenged Vlad’s common‌​ sense.

“You’re​‌ going to love‌ it when you‌ see that amber.⁠‌ I’ve been very⁠‍‌ anxious these days.”‌‌

The‍ group heads to⁠⁠​ the source of‌​ the World Tree​ through a cave‍‌​ that opens up‌ to the roots.‌

This⁠ place was bright‌ despite being a cave and warm‍⁠ despite it being​‌ winter. The further‌ they went, the‌‍ more different it⁠‍​ was from the⁠ real world.

“I‍​ was embarrassed too‌‌ because it was​​⁠ the first time‍⁠​ I did it.”⁠‍​

Spring‍ is coming.

And​ the flowers bloom.⁠

It‌ was said that‌​‍ this was the‌‍ first time the⁠ young World Tree​ was blossoming, spreading⁠ in time for⁠‌‍ the next spring.​⁠

However,‍‍ the World Tree‍​‌ was worried if⁠‍​ the blossoming it⁠⁠ was doing was⁠ going well.

“That’s​‌ why I was​‍‌ so depressed, and‌⁠ you came here.”​‍⁠

Sometimes,‌ even though you‌ keep going, you‍‌ feel anxious.

Is‌ the direction you’re‌​​ going in correct?​​⁠ Will you be‍‍‌ able to continue​ like this?

Or​ maybe it will⁠ never be possible‍ to turn back?⁠‌‍

The​‌ reason you can’t‌‍ take a step‍ forward even though‍ you have to‍​ is probably because‍ you lack confidence.‌⁠

In‍‌‍ moments like this,⁠ it would have​ been nice to​ have someone by‍ your side to​‌ assure you that‍‌ you were doing​‌‍ fine, but unfortunately,⁠​ there was no⁠​ one for the‌⁠ young World Tree.‍​​

“…That’s⁠⁠‌ right.”

Vlad​⁠⁠ nodded silently as⁠ he listened to‍‌‍ the girl.

Before⁠⁠ he knew it,‌ Vlad deeply understood‌‍ the concerns of‌ the World Tree‌⁠ through the existence‌ of a girl.⁠

Although​ the tree and‍ the knight are‍⁠ in a world​ where they cannot‌ communicate, they can​​⁠ understand each other.‍‌⁠

“They’re​ all here.”

With‌ the girl’s words,‍⁠‍ the end of⁠‍​ the long hallway‍‌​ began to come⁠‍ into view.

Bright‍‍⁠ lights ahead.

The‌⁠‍ light was not⁠‌ the light produced‍​​ by the green⁠ moss, but the‌ light illuminated by‌ today’s sun.

“Vlad‍‌​ of Soara. You’re​ probably the first​ human to come⁠ here.”

With⁠‌⁠ those words, the⁠ faces of the‌​‍ elves escorting the⁠​ girl began to⁠‌‌ frown.

Does⁠⁠ the person ahead‍‍​ know?

The⁠‍ place where he​‌​ was now was‍ a secret space​​‌ that only a few elves could‌‌⁠ enter.

However,‍‌‌ the priestess of​ the World Tree‌ did not hesitate‌ to bring the‌​ blue-eyed knight to‌​⁠ this place.

Because‌ he was convinced‌⁠‍ that the Blue-eyed‌ Knight had to‌‌⁠ come here.

“…”‍

Vlad‍​​ slowly raised his⁠​ head as he‍ listened to the⁠ girl.

An‍ enormous void.

The⁠ roots of the​ World Tree located⁠‌ here and there‍ were intertwined, creating‌⁠‍ a large space.​

“Will‍‌ you come here?”⁠⁠⁠

“Yes,⁠ go ahead, whatever‍​​ you want.”

A girl who opens​ her arms as⁠‍‌ if inviting her‌ into her home.⁠‍‌

Vlad‍‌ cautiously took a step into the‍ cavity, greeted by​​ the girl’s welcome.⁠​⁠

The‌‌⁠ grass on the‍‍​ ground lay alone,‍⁠ following Vlad’s steps.‍⁠​

The​​‌ expressions of the‌‍‍ elves escorting, as‌ they watched the‌‍⁠ firm invitation and‌‌ welcome of the‌​‌ World Tree, were​​‍ changing in a strange way.

‘…This‍‌ is the World​‍ Tree.’

It​ felt as if‌‍ he could hear‍‍‍ a faint heartbeat​ coming from the⁠‍‍ toes he was‌ stepping on.

With‌​​ that rhythm, Vlad’s​‌ world seemed to‌‌‌ slowly expand.

The‌​‌ worlds that had‌​ been in contact⁠⁠ were now facing⁠‌​ each other.

“I⁠​​ guess I’m glad‍‍ you came.”

Vlad⁠⁠ turned his head‌‍‌ when he heard‍‌‍ the girl’s words​‍ behind him.

The​​ elves who followed‌ them to escort‌ them stood still‍ at the entrance‌ of the common‌⁠​ field.

The⁠⁠‌ only people here​‌​ now were Vlad,‌‌‌ the girl, and​‌‍ the young World​ Tree looking at​‍‌ each other.

“Can​ you show it⁠‍ to me? Please,‍‍ I hope you⁠⁠⁠ do.”

The⁠ maiden of the‌ World Tree could‌​ not offer any​⁠ help to the​​ young tree.

She‌‌ had her hands‌ clasped as if‌ praying and asked⁠​ the knight to‍ bring her son‍ the memory of​ his mother, the​ World Tree.

Please‍⁠ show your son‍⁠‌ what a mother‍ is like.

For‍ the young World‌⁠‍ Tree who must⁠⁠⁠ head to a world that has​​​ never existed before.​​​

“It’s​ okay.”

At⁠ the girl’s request,‍ Vlad drew his‌ sword.

“…I‍ guess this is​ better, right?”

The‍ blade may be​‍​ sharp, but the‍‌ handle with which​‍ you pick it⁠ up will be‍‌‍ soft.

Therefore,⁠‍ the knight decided​‍⁠ to grasp the‌‍​ sharp edge.

Because‍⁠‍ it was not‌​ suitable for a young tree longing‍ for the embrace‌ of its mother.‌‌‍

——.‌​

The⁠‍ heart beats faster.‌​‍

The​​ heartbeat of the⁠​⁠ World Tree, which‍ previously only felt⁠ in the tips‌ of the toes,⁠​⁠ could now be​‍‍ heard in the‌‌ air.

Alicia’s‌⁠ amber gleamed with‍ the light coming​ down from the⁠⁠‌ ceiling.

The​‌ young World Tree‌‌ looked at the⁠‌ autumn landscape shining‌‍ through the light.‍‌⁠ Wide field.

Overflowing‌ wheat fields.

And‍‌‌ a large maple⁠​ swaying in the​ wind.

The‌ maple in my⁠⁠ memory was looking​ at the young‌ World Tree.

“Butterfly?”⁠⁠

“It’s‍‍‌ a butterfly.”

Vlad​ saw butterflies flying⁠⁠​ around.

These​ were the butterflies‌‌‌ I saw in⁠⁠‌ the girl’s fantasy.‍

Butterflies⁠⁠ like flowers flew‍‍‍ towards Vlad and⁠‌ the girl.

Memories⁠ and reality confronted‌‌ each other through​​ Vlad’s feet touching‌​​ the roots and‌⁠ the sword held⁠ upside down.

Vlad‌ could feel it⁠‌ at that moment.​⁠

That‌ he had become⁠ the passage and⁠ the world that‌⁠​ connects the two.⁠

“The​⁠ flowers are blooming…”‌​⁠

Vlad‍ slowly closed his⁠⁠‌ eyes as the⁠ light enveloped him.‍​‍

The‍‌​ World Tree in‌‌ my memory began‍​ to bloom slowly.‍

As​‌​ if telling his‌​​ son to do‍ this.

Seeing​⁠ his mother, whom‌​⁠ he had never‍ felt before, the‌​ young World Tree‍‌ unconsciously stretched out‌ its branches and⁠ tried to embrace⁠⁠ her.

Between‍ the tangled branches,‌ the autumn landscape‌ of the past‍​‍ and the landscape​ of today slowly⁠⁠‍ overlapped.

***‍​

“…Oh‌‍‍ oh.”

Old‌ Geronimo closed the‍‍ book he held​ with trembling hands.‍⁠

Although​‍‍ his body had‍‌ become heavier due‍⁠‍ to the weight​‍ of time, he‌ quickly grabbed the‌⁠‌ cane beside him⁠⁠ and ran to​​ the window.

A smell he hadn’t‍​​ sensed in a long time was⁠‌⁠ making his eyes‌ blurry.

“Hmm?”‍

Varadis,‌ who had been⁠​⁠ shuffling documents in‌⁠ his office for⁠​ a while, perked‌ up his ears.‌‌

Because‍⁠‌ the passing wind‍ was telling him⁠​​ to quickly turn⁠⁠‍ his head.

Soon‌ there will come​‍ a moment that‍ only now can‌‍​ be seen.

The​‌‍ elves plowing the​‍ fields and the‍ elves guarding the‍ forest.

Noir‌​‍ and Goethe were​‌​ in the stable,‍​⁠ and August was​​‌ investigating the tea‌ plantation.

Both‍ humans and elves⁠ turned their heads‌‍ to look in‍ the same direction.⁠‍

Elf​⁠ Forest. Ausurin.

In‍​​ the midst of‍‍ their newly colonized​‍ land, there was‍⁠ a tree shining‌ brightly.

“The‍ flowers are blooming.”​​‌

Yes.⁠‌

I know it now.​⁠⁠

How‍ to make flowers⁠‌⁠ bloom.

And​‌‌ my mother, who‌​ is now just⁠​ a memory, used‌‌‍ to say the‌​ same.

It‌⁠‌ was fine.

—–!​

Within​⁠‌ the white, flickering⁠‌‌ World Tree, several‍ possibilities began to​ emerge.

On​‍⁠ the branches near‌‍​ the clouds, the⁠‍‌ flowers followed the‍‌​ sky.

On​⁠ the farther branches,‍ the flowers followed‌‍​ the wind.

On⁠‌ the lower branches,‍​‌ the flowers pointed⁠ towards the ground.​‌​

“Wow…‌‍ Oh oh.”

“Spirits⁠‍​ are born!”

A bird smaller than‍​​ a flower, a horse, a snake,‍‍ and a mole.‌​‍

Meanwhile,‌⁠ the possibilities harbored​‍‌ by the World‍ Tree were sticking‌‍‌ their heads out​‌​ into the world.⁠​​

The⁠ young ones who⁠‍ had been forgotten‍‍ under one name‌‍ lifted their heads‌​ towards the world.‍

“…”‍

If​‌⁠ a young world⁠⁠ is being born,‌‍‍ someone must protect⁠ it.

That’s‍​ why the blue-eyed​⁠ knight kept holding‌⁠‌ onto the sharp‌⁠ blade of his⁠​‌ sword.

A stream of blood⁠ flowing from a sword that shook‌⁠ incessantly.

The‍​​ red color dripping​ onto the ground⁠‌ was the knight’s‌ gift to the‍‌ newborn child.

Spring‍ has arrived in‍ Ausurin today.

Under​‌ the guidance of⁠‌ a mother who⁠ is no longer‍‌⁠ there and the⁠‍ patience of a knight.

***⁠​​

“…”‌‍​

The‌‍‌ World Tree, shining⁠‍ as if about‍ to burst, came‌‍ to a stop.​⁠

The​ fantasy butterflies that‌ were flying a moment ago have‍‌‌ now disappeared without‌​ a trace.

Drip.​

Now‍‍ that everyone has⁠‍ stopped, the only‍‍ thing moving is‍ the blood flowing‍⁠ from Vlad’s hand.‌⁠‌

The‍‍​ red color dripping⁠⁠ onto the green‍ grass was pitiful.‌

“Are‍​‌ you okay? I’m⁠​ sorry.”

The​‍​ nameless girl covered‍‍ her mouth with​ both hands and‌‍‍ had tears in⁠ her eyes.

The‍ nameless girl sympathized‍‌ more with Vlad’s⁠⁠⁠ pain in front‍ of her than‌ with the joy​ of the blooming​⁠‌ flowers.

Because⁠‌⁠ the knight in‌ front of me⁠ didn’t hesitate to‌‌ support the memories​‍ of the young​ World Tree.

“Has‌‌⁠ it bloomed?”

Vlad‌ raised his head⁠‍ and looked at​ the open ceiling.​

Before⁠ he knew it,​‌ a red maple‍​ leaf was slowly⁠‍‍ falling towards Vlad.​

“Thank​ you… Thank you.”⁠‍‍

Vlad​⁠⁠ silently looked at​‌ his sword as​‌ he listened to‍ the girl.

Red​​ blood flowing between‍⁠‌ the sword.

And​ Alicia’s amber stone⁠ is not where⁠ it should be.‌​⁠

The​ Hainal family relic‌ has fulfilled its⁠ purpose today.

“Ha…”⁠​‍

With​‌⁠ an overwhelming emotion‌‍ he didn’t know​ what it was,‍ Vlad finally withdrew​ his hand from⁠ the sword.

A deep cut.

However,⁠‌ Vlad didn’t let‌ go of his‍​ trembling sword even‌⁠‌ at the moment⁠⁠‌ the World Tree‌‌ was blooming.

Because‍‌⁠ in the image​‌ we see through⁠​​ the world in‍⁠ front of us,‍‌‌ a mother was⁠ comforting a crying‌ child.

Vlad​‌‍ really didn’t want‍⁠ to interrupt that‌ moment.

“Hmm?”‌

Perhaps‌‌ because of the⁠ exhausted World Tree,​⁠⁠ the roots have​ become a little‌⁠‍ dark.

That’s‌⁠ why today’s sun​​‌ shone even brighter,‌ casting a ray⁠⁠⁠ of light through⁠​‌ the roof.

And‌‌‍ where the light‌​‍ shone, there was⁠‍​ a rock that‌⁠⁠ hadn’t been seen⁠​ before.

“What‌‌​ is that?”

A large rock that​‌ now seemed to⁠‌‌ reveal itself.

Upon⁠⁠ the rock shone⁠ an unknown sword‌‌‌ full of sunlight.‍

It​‌ was a sword⁠‌‌ with a silver‍‌‍ shine.

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