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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 123: Broken rope (2)

Chapter 123: Broken rope (2)

Under⁠ the World Tree,‍ where traces of‌​⁠ a terrible nightmare‍‌‍ remain.

An⁠​‍ old knight arrived⁠⁠ at a place‌‌ where they were​⁠ working to get​ rid of Nidhogg’s⁠‌ body.

“Do​‌ you mind ifI​‌ take a look⁠ at this guy’s‌ body for a moment?”

“…Sure.”‌

The​ elves, who had‌ been tearing apart⁠⁠ the dragon’s corpse​‍‌ for some time,​ yielded with expressions‌ of surprise on​‍ their faces when‍​ they saw the‍​ unexpected visitor.

August,‌‌‍ a knight of​​ the humans.

He‌ was clearly a benefactor who protected​ the World Tree,‍​ but from the‍‍⁠ elves’ perspective, he⁠‌ was also a difficult being to​ deal with.

“Thank​ you very much‍‌ for this. There‍‌‍ aren’t many opportunities​⁠⁠ to observe a dragon’s corpse.”

A welcomed presence, but‍​ at the same‌⁠​ time unpleasant.

The‍ old knight, who‌ had been investigating​​ things all his‍⁠⁠ life, simply responded‌​‌ with a smile⁠ to this familiar⁠ reaction.

“…Let’s​ see. Let’s start‌‌​ with the left‍‌‌ eye.”

August,‍⁠ who thought he‌‍ had done all​​⁠ his work here,‌​ began to act​⁠⁠ like a retired‌‌‌ knight.

To​⁠ be precise, he⁠ was simply following‍‌ things that piqued‍⁠ his interest.

“…As​ I said, I cut through to​ the inside of‍ the membrane.”

The‍‌ traces of the‌‍ sword that parted‌‍⁠ from Nidhogg’s eyes​‍ flowed like waves​⁠ and reached his‌ armpits inside the‌‌‍ body.

“This⁠ was a fatal​⁠ blow.”

And⁠‌‍ even the heart​ hidden inside.

August​⁠ realized that this​⁠​ was the fatal‌ moment that took‌​ Nidhogg’s life.

“But‍ it didn’t stop​ there.”

Although‍​⁠ victory was assured,​‍‍ Vlad’s sword did‌ not stop.

The⁠ persistent wound continued​ along the fiber,​⁠ as if bone⁠⁠ and flesh were​ being peeled away,⁠‌​ all the way⁠ to August’s tail,‍​ from where he‍ had cut it‌⁠ in half.

‘…It​‍⁠ didn’t stop even⁠‌ though the end‍ was certain.’

Even​‍ if swordsmanship originates‍‍ from the same​‍⁠ root, each swordsmanship⁠‌ has its own⁠​ individuality when practiced.‌⁠

And‌ even in Vlad’s​‍⁠ sword that we​ see now, there​ was a strong‌ latent personality in‌⁠ it that had⁠​‌ not yet blossomed.⁠⁠

The‍ name of the‌ personality that August​​ recognized was cruelty.‍‍

“This‌ is the kind​ that hits the‍‍​ mark.”

August⁠‍ stood up and‍⁠​ scratched his head.‌

Among‍ the human groups⁠ I have seen⁠ while performing many​⁠​ missions, there was​⁠ none that was‌‌‌ as difficult to​ judge as this‌​ guy.

The‌ beginning was noble,⁠‍ but the end‌​‍ was cruel.

The⁠ young knight from⁠ the north wielding​​ the imperial sword‍ was as contradictory‍⁠​ as the scars‌ he could see​‌ before his eyes.‍

***‌

The‌⁠‌ sunlight streaming through‍ the window is‌ warm.

Sensing⁠⁠⁠ the unmistakable spring‌ energy, Vlad quickly⁠‍ ruffled his hair.​⁠‍

“Can’t⁠​‍ you guys go‍‍ home now? Please.”⁠⁠‌

A small ball of⁠‌ fur fluttered over⁠ the table due‍‍⁠ to Vlad’s hand‌ movements.

A spirit that looked‌⁠ like a chick‌⁠ began to chirp⁠​ angrily, but Vlad‍‍ simply shrugged off​⁠ his jacket, ignoring‌ the young spirit’s⁠ gesture.

“I‍ feel refreshed now​​ that everything’s quiet.”‍‌‌

Visible​​ but not audible.‌‍‍

Vlad‌​ let out a sigh of relief,‌ feeling like the‍​‌ stormy world of‍ images had finally​⁠‌ calmed down.

Vlad⁠ had been obsessed​ with the deep⁠ world in order​‌‍ to emit a more perfect aura,‍​‍ but after experiencing‍​​ this incident, he‍ realized that maintaining⁠⁠ composure was also​​ very important.

“…This‍‍‌ medicine is really​‍⁠ good.”

After‌​ shaking off all⁠​‍ the young spirits​​‌ clinging to him,‌​‌ Vlad removed the​ bandages wrapped around⁠⁠⁠ his body and‍​​ stuck out his‍ tongue.

The​ scars on his‍​​ palms from gripping‌⁠‌ the sword had​‌⁠ long since disappeared‍ without a trace,⁠ and the wounds⁠​‍ he received in‌⁠​ his fight with⁠⁠‍ Nidhogg no longer‍⁠⁠ required bandages.

“I’ll‍ have to ask‌​‌ for some more‌‌⁠ later.”

Good⁠ medicine is like‌​ an extra life.⁠​⁠

Vlad,​ who had lived​⁠ with minor injuries‌‌ all his life,​‍ recognized the value⁠‍ of elven medicine‌⁠ at a glance.‍‍‌

“I‍‌ see. And is‍‍ it already fixed?”‍

It‌‌‍ was a silent,‌⁠‌ soundless room, despite‌‍ being filled with​‌ small things begging​ to be seen​⁠‌ here.

A girl entered the​​⁠ room, breaking the‍‍‍ room’s silence.

“I’m‌​​ feeling almost better‌‌‍ now.”

“The‌ wound was deep.‍​‌ There were cracks‌ in the bones.”​

What​ the girl said‍⁠⁠ was not an​⁠⁠ exaggeration.

If⁠⁠ Vlad’s wound had‍⁠‌ been treated normally,​ it would have​​ taken at least⁠‍ a month to⁠ heal.

“Lie‌​⁠ down quickly again.‍‍​ You have to​‍ stay here for‌ another week.”

Sometimes‌ seeming too young,‌ contrary to her‍‍ appearance, but at⁠‍‌ other times having⁠⁠‍ a virtuous look‍‍⁠ in her eyes.​⁠

The‍ priestess of the‍ World Tree, whose‍​⁠ name he still‌‌ didn’t know, was⁠ too protective of‌‍‌ Vlad, even setting⁠​ aside the fact‍​ that he was‍‌ a precious guest.​‌‌

Anyway,​ the medicine is‌ good.

“Can‍‌ I get some​‍‌ more of this‌ later?”

Seeing⁠‍‍ the girl frown‌‍ incongruently, Vlad tried‌ to change the​ subject.

“And‌ is there any​​​ good medicine for‍​​ coughs? Assuming there‍​ are no side​‌‌ effects.”

The‌‍ first person who‍ came to mind‌​‍ when looking at⁠ Absilon with its​ light green color⁠‌ was Joseph.

His‌ lord, who always‌ suffered from coughs,‌​ always suffered from​‍‍ the cold northern‍ air.

The​​ elves would definitely⁠⁠ have a medicine⁠​ that would suit⁠‍ Joseph well.

Such​⁠⁠ precious medicine would‍ definitely be a great gift on​⁠ the way back.‌

“Medicine​ for coughs?”

The​ girl tilted her‌ head and thought‌ for a moment​​ when Vlad asked⁠‍ her for medicine.‌

The​ girl’s golden eyes⁠‌ in front of​​ Vlad shimmered for⁠ a moment.

“…”‌⁠

Vlad‌‌‍ suddenly realized that‍ the girl was⁠​ looking elsewhere other‌ than him.

It‌ felt like she‍ was looking further​​ through her own⁠​ eyes.

“…If‌‍ you ask me,⁠ I’ll give it⁠‍ to you, but⁠ it won’t mean‍ much.”

Suddenly,‌‍ the girl turned​ her head to​ the medicine jar​‍ and returned to‍‌⁠ the normal appearance​‌‍ that Vlad knew.​‍

“The‍ reason you were​ able to recover​​⁠ so early is‍‍⁠ because the vitality​​​ with which you‍‌ were born was‌⁠ strong.”

The​​ girl shook her‌​ head apologetically.

“So‍ no matter how⁠‌‍ good the medicine‌‌ you take is,‍​ it won’t be​ of much use​‌ to that person.​​‌ That’s how our​ medicine works.”

“…That’s​ okay.”

She‍ spoke as if‍ she knew whom⁠ to give it⁠‌‍ to.

As⁠‌‌ Vlad listened to‍ the girl, a strange feeling came⁠‌ over him.

He​ couldn’t clearly understand⁠​‌ something, but he‍ felt like it‍ made sense.

Tock‌​ Tock.

Vlad,‍​ who had been‌​ lost in inexplicable‍ thoughts for a while due to​‌ the girl’s mysterious⁠⁠ energy, finally regained​‌ his senses when​​ he heard a knock on the⁠​​ door next to​‌ him.

The‍⁠ girl, whose name⁠​‍ is still unknown,⁠⁠ led Vlad into‌ a moment-to-moment fantasy‍​‍ atmosphere.

“Who​ are you?”

Unlike‌​⁠ the girl who‍​ opened the door‍ abruptly, it was​​ a polite sound‍​ that announced his​⁠ arrival.

Though​ he was a guest, waiting for‍⁠ Vlad, who opened⁠ the door as‍ if he owned⁠ the room, was⁠ an elf with​​‌ dark blue eyes.​​

“How‍‍‍ have you been?‌ I’m sorry I couldn’t investigate because​ I was busy​‌ with work.”

Leader⁠​‌ of the Rangers.‍​ Varadis.

He‍ was leaning on⁠‍‌ the threshold and‌ smiling.

“Even​‍ if it’s your‍ own room, why‍⁠‍ don’t you put‍‌ on some clothes?‌⁠‍ There’s a priestess‍ here, but it’s​ not appropriate.”

Varadis’s​⁠ eyes looked beyond‌ Vlad and toward‌⁠‍ the girl sitting⁠ on the bed.⁠⁠‌

A girl who welcomes⁠​ Varadis, waving both​​ hands as if​ she’s here.

Varadis’s‍‍ eyes began to‌‍‌ narrow in an​​​ instant when he​‌‍ saw that only‌‌ Vlad and the​ girl were in⁠ the room.

“Well,​​⁠ I was applying​ some medicine…”

“Yeah.‍‌ It might be‍⁠⁠ because I’m having​‌‍ trouble moving.”

Varadis,‍​ who entered despite⁠ not being told‌​ to, immediately picked‌ up the jacket⁠​ from the bed‌‍‍ and handed it​ to Vlad.

“I⁠‍⁠ haven’t applied it‍ all yet.”

“You’re​⁠ fine. Anything’s better⁠​⁠ than that.”

Vlad​​​ took the jacket⁠⁠ and looked at‌​ Varadis with rolled‍ eyes.

“Did‌ I tell you‍ to hurry up​‌ and put it‌‌‌ on?”

Varadis’s​‌ expression was smiling​ but somehow slightly‌ stiff.

And​‌⁠ even the girl⁠‍ behind his shoulder⁠‍ returned to her​⁠⁠ normal eyes.

Vlad​ didn’t know why,​‍ but their faces‍⁠‍ seemed to overlap‍⁠ in a strange‌ way.

***⁠​

“The‍ old knight requested‍⁠‍ an audience before‍‌​ you did. So,⁠ I think the‍‍⁠ elders called me‍⁠⁠ a little late⁠​ because they were​​​ dealing with that‍​‍ matter.”

“Is​‌ that so.”

Vlad‍ and Varadis leave‌ the building allocated⁠ to the guests‌ and head towards​‌ the World Tree.‍

The​‌ eyes of the‍‍ elves who saw​ them were wide⁠​​ open.

To​⁠ be more precise,​ they all smiled​​​ happily as they⁠‌ watched the young‌​ spirits following Vlad.‍

“So⁠‌‍ I hope you​‌ don’t feel too‍ upset. The elders⁠ certainly haven’t forgotten‍⁠​ about you.”

“You‌ must have been​ busy. I understand.”‍

Vlad​‌ recalled.

Old​​ Geronimo, who had​ set up a magic circle to‌‍ fight against Nidhogg’s⁠ claws.

Vlad,​‌​ who saw the⁠​ elder elf collapse​​⁠ and vomit blood,⁠ could fully understand‌​ the embarrassment of‍ the elves.

“Anyway,⁠‍‌ it’s a pity​ that your sword‌‍‌ and armor are​⁠⁠ broken.”

The​‍ blow to the‍​‍ elves was certainly‍ great, but for‌‌ Vlad personally, the​⁠​ subjugation of Nidhogg‌‌ was a great‌‌ loss.

I lost my sword‌⁠‌ and armor, which‍‍‍ can be said⁠ to be the‍‍‌ foundation of a knight.

Even‌ leaving aside the‌ symbolism and protection⁠ they possessed, just‌⁠⁠ the two items​ cost 20 gold.​‍

“…Yes.‌⁠​ I suppose so.”‍

Vlad​‌ looked at the‌‌​ silver sword he​⁠​ held alongside Varadis’s​‍ words.

The​ sword of the⁠ swordmaster that he‌⁠​ couldn’t bear to​​ wear around his‍​‌ waist.

However,​ Vlad could feel‌ that the weight‍ of the sword⁠⁠‌ had become much​‌ heavier than before.‍‌‍

The⁠⁠ weight, which was‌‍​ quite different from‍​‍ when he faced‌​ Nidhogg, made Vlad⁠ very concerned.

“Come‍ in.”

The‌ tallest building in‍‌​ front of the⁠‌ World Tree.

Varadis​ opened the door⁠​ leading there and​ led Vlad inside​ with his outstretched‌​ hand.

“…”⁠​

Inside​⁠ a huge building⁠ with sunlight shining⁠‍ everywhere.

Vlad​‍ took a deep‌​ breath, feeling as​ if he had‍ entered the inside​‌‍ of a tree.It​‌ smelled of forest.⁠‍‍

“Come‌⁠⁠ up.”

Stumps⁠‌​ carved as stairs.⁠​

Stepping⁠ on them one‍‌ by one, there⁠‍ was a huge⁠‍​ door there.

“This‌ is Varadis. We’ve⁠‍‍ welcomed guests from​‌ all over the⁠‌ world.”

“Please⁠ come in.”

Click-‍​

A door that opens‍ on its own‍‌⁠ without anyone pushing​ it with the⁠​ permission heard from​ inside.

“…”‍

Upon‍‍ entering, Vlad frowned⁠⁠ for a moment‌‌‍ as sunlight shone⁠ everywhere.

A huge space that⁠‌‍ felt familiar, yet‍​‍ overwhelming in its‍ size.

Inside,‌ the scattered eyes‌⁠ of the elders‍‌‍ silently watched Vlad.⁠‌

“Welcome.‍ Knight of the​​⁠ humans. Vlad.”

The​​‌ elders’ attitude towards‌‍‌ Vlad is friendly.⁠

The‍ fact that he‌ protected the World‌​‍ Tree despite being​‌ a citizen of​​ the empire and​ a foolish human⁠ they couldn’t help​‍‍ but hate was⁠‌‍ enough to change⁠​ the attitude of​​​ the stubborn elders.​

“We‍‍⁠ hope you’ve been‌⁠​ comfortable so far.”⁠⁠‍

“It⁠‌ was a comfortable​‌‌ night, as if‍ I were at‌ home.”

A knight lay wounded,‍​ without his weapons⁠‌ or armor.

The‌‌‌ elves’ interest in‍ Vlad up to​‌‍ now was not​⁠ just mere courtesy,⁠‌‌ but extreme.

“Very⁠ well, then that’s​ a relief.”

However​​​ generous the treatment‌⁠ may be, it⁠‌⁠ wouldn’t be the‍‌ total price of‌ Vlad’s kindness.

If​⁠ Vlad hadn’t protected​ the World Tree​ against Nidhogg that⁠⁠‌ day, the only​‍​ thing that would‌ now resonate in⁠‌​ Ausurin would have​ been sad cries,​​‌ not the sound⁠‍‍ of a hammer.​

“I‌​ heard you lost‍​​ both your sword‍‍​ and your armor.​‍​ Of course, we⁠‌ plan to offer‌⁠⁠ sufficient compensation for‌⁠ it.”

The‍‌‌ elder, presiding over‍ the meeting on⁠‍‌ behalf of the⁠ Great Elder, reached‍‌⁠ out and pointed​⁠ to the weapons​ hanging at his‌​ side.

“That.”‌

“It’s‍ armor. One is​⁠ the armor you​ wear on the⁠‌ outside and the‌‍⁠ other is the‍​ armor you wear‍ on the inside.”⁠

Vlad’s‍ eyes followed the⁠ elder’s hand gestures.‍⁠

Silver‌​‌ armor shining under​ the morning sunlight.‍⁠

It‍‌ was similar to‌ the armor given​ to him by​ San Rogino, but​​ it was sleeker​​ and seemed lighter​⁠ at first glance.​‍

It‌ was an armor‍‍‌ that clearly showcased​ the characteristics of⁠‌ the elves, who‌​ valued agility.

“Still,​‍ there was one‍ intact piece of​​‍ the broken armor,​ so I attached‌⁠​ it to the‍‌ new armor.”

Vlad’s‍​​ eyes followed the‌⁠​ elder’s explanation.

Chest‍‍ armor portion on‍​‍ the left.

The‌​ inscription engraved there‌ felt familiar to⁠⁠ him.

“A​ knight who saved‌⁠ and protected children’s​⁠ lives. I think⁠‌ it’s a phrase‌ that really suits‍​ you.”

From‍ the fog-filled village​ to the World‌‍​ Tree here.

The⁠ young knight’s steps⁠ always led to​ the same place.‍‌⁠

“And⁠ the sword…”

You⁠ gave me the‍⁠‍ armor, now it’s‌ time to give‍ me the sword.‍‌

However,‍ the end of‍ the elder’s words‍ as he spoke⁠‌ next only grew⁠ weaker.

A silver sword held‌ by a young‍⁠​ knight.

A sword that couldn’t‌‌​ be replaced no​ matter how much‍​‍ they gave away.‌‌⁠

The⁠‍ elders’ eyes sank‌​⁠ in confusion as​ they watched the‌​ Swordmaster’s sword that⁠ had guarded the‍‍ World Tree for⁠⁠‌ a long time.​‍‌

“You​⁠​ can take it‍‍⁠ if you want.‍⁠ Unfortunately, it’s also​ a sword that‌ we can’t handle…”‍

The‌⁠ Swordmaster’s sword was‌⁠ here to protect​‍‍ the World Tree.‍

And‍ the young knight‍‌ in front of‍ them now is‍ someone who is‍​‌ fully qualified to‍ wield this sword,⁠ as he unsheathed​ that sword and​‍ protected the World​⁠ Tree.

That’s‌ an undeniable fact,‌​‌ so it can’t‍ be helped even⁠ if Vlad says​​⁠ he’ll take the‌ sword here…

“I’ll​⁠ return it to‌‍ you.”

An​ unpredictable being.

A mass of possibilities‍⁠‍ and unforeseen events.⁠

Slowly⁠‍‌ he was lowering​​ the silver sword​‍⁠ that everyone couldn’t⁠ help but covet.‍‌

“…Why‍ not?”

The​⁠ elders opened their​ mouths wide as​​‍ they watched Vlad​⁠‍ slowly lower his⁠⁠‍ sword.

The​ Swordmaster’s sword was‍⁠ an object that​​ not only humans‍ but also elves​​​ couldn’t help but‌‍‌ covet.

“They‌ say they don’t⁠​ like it.”

“…What?”​

“It​​ says it doesn’t​​ want to leave‌⁠ here. This sword.”⁠

A silver sword that⁠‌ sticks as soon​ as you place​‌ it on the⁠⁠‍ ground.

The‌ elders and Varadis‍‍⁠ were speechless as‌‍​ they watched the‌​‍ silver sword stuck​‌‌ to the ground.⁠​⁠

“If‍​‌ you’re going to​ hand over your‌ sword, make me‌ a new one.”⁠

You‍‌⁠ don’t need the‌ best sword.

I just need my‌⁠⁠ own sword.

I want a sword⁠​‌ that can fully⁠‍‌ contain my will.‌‌

“I⁠‍ hope the sword‌ listens well to​‍​ what I say.”⁠​​

More⁠⁠​ than the countless‌‍ stars floating in‍ the night sky,‌ the boy wanted‌‌ the one weak⁠​ star hanging in‌ the blacksmith shop.‌⁠

Only⁠ your own sword.‌‌

Vlad‍⁠ still missed his‍‍ old sword.

The⁠‌‍ sword that was⁠ made from an‍ elder’s dream and​⁠ bought with a girl’s tears.

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