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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 140: Arrows colliding (2)

Chapter 140: Arrows colliding (2)

The​​ Gaidar Cavalry is​ so well-known in‌‌ the West that⁠⁠ they are called⁠ the outlaws of⁠ nature.

Even​‌ knights found it​‍‌ difficult to deal​⁠‍ with them, and‍⁠ they were well-versed⁠ in pressing their‍ opponents thanks to‍⁠​ their unique agility.​‌

At​ that distance and​⁠ speed that I can reach but‌ you cannot.

With⁠‍ such advantages, the‌‍‌ Gaidar cavalry was​​​ expert at destroying⁠ their opponents, but‌ not to the‍‌⁠ extent they do‌ now.

“Everyone‍ scatter! Escape!”

The‌ cavalry soldiers clearly⁠⁠ showed their dismay‌‌ at the commander’s‌​‌ orders.

They​‌​ were still unable‍‌​ to accept the‍⁠‌ reality that they⁠ had become the‍​‌ hunted, not the‌‌⁠ hunters.

From‍​ bad to worse.‍

Now,⁠‌ behind the outlaws,​ a beast faster,⁠ fiercer, and hungrier‌ smiled ferociously.

***⁠

Quaaaaang!‍‍⁠

Blood‍​ ran red behind‍ the enormous sound‍‍ of impact.

Behind⁠⁠ the place where⁠⁠⁠ the beam of​ white light had‍‌‌ passed, a thick​ mist of blood‌‍ was already spreading.​‌

‘…!’⁠⁠

Cavalry⁠‌ commander Wagner looked⁠‍ at the group⁠ members who had‌ passed by the‌‌ light.

Fortunately,⁠ he was still‌ running.

Even​‌‌ though his head‍‍‌ had been blown​‍ off.

Underneath​‌ the writhing decapitated‌⁠ corpse, the West​‌‍ horse whinnied in⁠ fear.

‘What⁠‍‍ the hell is​‌​ this!’

Curses‍‌ similar to screams‌⁠‍ from the order​‍ members, who had‌‌‌ finally realized the​ situation, spread.

But​‍ the aurora borealis,‌‌ which had just​ pierced through the‍‌ cavalry, didn’t give​​‌ them time.

“Enemy!‌‍ It’s changing again!”⁠‍‌

It’s​ returning to the‌ exact center.

And‍⁠‍ this time, it’s⁠ running from behind⁠ and to the⁠⁠ right.

Gaidar’s‌‌‌ cavalry felt fear‌ for the first​‌‌ time in a long time as‌‌ they watched Vlad‌⁠‌ killing them all.‍‍⁠

“…Knight!‌ Knights, gather!”

Wagner‍ quickly rallied his‍ knights and prepared‌ for the attack.‌‍

It‍ was the best‌​ and only way‍ to do it,⁠ but the process​ was far from‍ easy.

“Stop​‍‌ the guy approaching…!”​

Before‍‌ I knew it,‌​ a group of‌‌‍ barbarians had caught⁠ up to him‌‍‍ from the side.​

A mysterious smile began‍ to appear on⁠‍⁠ the tattoos covering⁠‌​ their faces.

“Ugh!”⁠​‌

“Arrows,​ arrows fly!”

Strange‌⁠‍ people dealing with​ outlaws.

Although‍‌ the warriors of‍​ the Budart tribe​‌⁠ were small in​​​ number, they blocked‍⁠⁠ the area from⁠⁠ all sides and⁠ didn’t give them⁠‍‌ any space.

As⁠ they used to‍ be.

Arrows‍ that I could​ shoot but you⁠ couldn’t block began​‌⁠ to fly from‌⁠‌ the cleverly widened‌⁠⁠ gap.

“Damn⁠ it!”

Wagner‌‍ shook his head⁠ violently as if​ he couldn’t believe⁠‌‍ the current reality.⁠

A hunter hunted by⁠‍ his prey.

The‍‌ vast desert, more​‍ than the narrow​‍ mountain path, was‌ a more suitable‌ battlefield for the⁠​ northern barbarians than​‌ for them.

“Stop‌ quickly!”

However,⁠⁠ judgment had to‌ be calm, and​⁠⁠ it was he,⁠‌ the commander, who⁠ had to overcome‌​ this difficulty.

The‌​‍ four knights hastily‍‍ broke away from‍​​ the formation at‍‌​ Wagner’s urgent gesture.‍‍‌

They⁠ tried to kill⁠​ Vlad’s momentum somehow​ by somehow reducing​ the distance he‌ could accelerate, but‌⁠ the Northern black​‌​ horse was already‌ much beyond the⁠​ knights’ predictions.

“This⁠‌ is insane! Accelerate!”‌‍‌

Someone’s‌‍ shout, whether it​‌‍ was a report​‍ or a cry.⁠​

Wagner‌ turned around hastily‍⁠ at the shout.‌​‍

A black horse that,​⁠ despite the knights’​⁠⁠ difficult pursuit, easily‍‍ defeated them with‍ just a step‌​​ forward.

The‌⁠ same white light​⁠ as before began⁠ to form on​⁠ the horse’s forehead.​‍‌

“Everyone,⁠⁠⁠ disperse!”

Wagner’s‌ skin crawled without​ him realizing it‍⁠ as he watched‌‌ that scene.

Here​​⁠ it comes again.‍‌‌

That​ madman.

A speed that cannot⁠ be stopped.

“Everyone,‌ disperse!”

The‌⁠ son of the‌⁠ prairie ran across‍ a desolate field⁠⁠ where only faint‌‌‌ traces of the​​ World Mother Tree‌⁠​ remained.

Following‌​‌ the space indicated‌⁠​ by August’s footprints,⁠‍​ I used the‍⁠ eye ability that‌ Ramund had given‌ me.

A race that no⁠‍ one can stop.‌​

Neigh-!‌⁠‌

Noir,‌ who shared the⁠‌‌ world across the‍⁠ border, began to⁠‍‍ neigh for a long time as​‌ if there was​‌ nothing to fear.‍‌‌

As⁠ the world expanded,⁠‌ the horse’s footprints‍ gradually regained their‍​‌ original shape with⁠ the light.

Yes.⁠‍ I followed you‌‌‍ just for this⁠⁠ moment.

“Now!”‍‍​

With​‍⁠ Vlad’s cry, a huge arrow began‌⁠‌ to reach the‌‍ outlaws.

Speed⁠‌ that surpasses speed.​

Bright⁠‌‍ red paint began⁠ to be painted​⁠‍ over the lines‌ that passed like​ divided waves.

“Hahah!”​‍

After⁠ going through countless‌​‍ surprises and fears,‌‍​ Vlad finally crossed‍ the cavalry and‌ escaped into the​⁠ vast desert.

Now⁠ there was no‌‍ one ahead.

There,​ only a trace‌​ of twilight visible​⁠ on the horizon​‍​ greeted Vlad.

At​ that moment, Vlad‌‌​ felt a great‌ sense of liberation⁠ because no one​‍​ was blocking his⁠ way.

“Tell‌ Godin and Count⁠ Gaidar!”

A Northern knight clutching‌‌⁠ something with sticky,‍‌​ blood-covered hands.

In​⁠⁠ his hand, a tattered flag waved‍⁠⁠ impotently.

“I’ll‌‌⁠ take your flag!”​‌

Gaidar’s‍‍ pride. Outlaws of‍‌ the desert.

An‍‌ eagle, their symbol,​‌ had its neck⁠ broken and staggered​ impotently in Vlad’s‍ hands.

“This‌ is my fair‍‍ price!”

As‌‍​ someone told me,​‌ a knight should‍‍​ only receive a fair price.

A piece of honor‍⁠ received in exchange‍​‌ for life.

The‍⁠ heavy twilight light⁠‌⁠ dripping from the‍ flag shone red‍ on Vlad’s shoulders.‌

***‍

On​ a dark night,‍ the city port‌ is filled with‍ lit torches.

Among⁠ the charred ships,⁠ two seemingly beautiful‍‍ sailboats were waiting‍‌ to set sail.⁠​

A galleon-class ship that‌‌‍ cannot yet be‌‍‍ built with Bayezid’s‍​ technology.

These​⁠ were by far‍ the most valuable‍​ items among the‌‍ plundered goods.

“So,⁠​ was he the‌ only one who⁠​ fell?”

“That’s‍⁠ right, Lord Rutiger.‌

But‌‍‍ even in front‍‌ of the shining​ trophy, Rutiger’s expression​⁠ was distorted.

Marcus’s‍ group manages to⁠​ escape to Nassau​‌‍ City as planned.​

Marcus’s⁠ decision to follow‌ the variables instead‍‍​ of clinging to‍ a limb was‌ excellent, but that⁠ didn’t mean everything⁠‌‌ went smoothly.

“…It’s‌ a headache. Was‍ that really the⁠ only way? Owen?”‌‌

“It’s‌​⁠ Marcus now.”

“Why‌‍​ not just settle‌ on one name?⁠ It’s always confusing.”‌​⁠

A woman was carried​ onto a boat‍⁠‌ on a stretcher,‍ breathless.

The‌‌⁠ green-haired boy, who‍ had been following​​ the woman with⁠ a tear-stained face,‌⁠⁠ stopped when he⁠‌ saw Rutiger.

“That⁠⁠⁠ boy is the​ last Ravnoma.”

“Mmm.”​⁠‍

Karl​ looked at Rutiger,⁠​‍ who was talking‌ with Marcus.

The⁠ tallest person in⁠ this group.

His⁠⁠ proud, open shoulders​ and his gaze​⁠‍ that seemed to‍‌⁠ look far away​⁠‍ even though he​​ was close reminded⁠ him of his‌​‍ father, who was‍‍ a proud monarch.‍

“Are​ you going to‍ wait for Lord‍‍ Vlad?”

“…”‌‌⁠

Over‌​​ Rutiger’s shoulder, the​‌⁠ walls of the‌⁠ burning castle could​ be seen in‌ the distance.

The​‍‍ efforts of the​ Western Allied forces⁠ sent to rescue‌ fallen Nassau were‍ now fiercely pounding‍ the walls.

Nassau,‍‌ which until now​​‍ had barely been​⁠ able to hold‍ on, would not‌⁠ be able to‍ withstand much longer,‌⁠‌ as it had‌ been completely burned⁠​ down.

“Are​‍‍ you going to​‌ wait? I have‍​⁠ to deliver this.”⁠⁠

A carefully folded black‍ cape by Karl.‍​​

Rutiger‌ clicked his tongue​⁠‍ as he looked⁠⁠ at the cape‍‍ Karl handed him.‌

A cape given to‌ him by his‌‍‍ stepmother, Oksana.

Rutiger⁠⁠ vividly remembered the‌ young knight who‌‌​ wore that cape⁠‌ and walked through⁠⁠⁠ the Sturma mansion.​‍‌

“…First,‍⁠ the personnel prepared⁠⁠ by the board.⁠ Send them to‌ Soara first.”

“Aren’t‍​ you waiting? You’re‍ not going to‌‍ wait?”

A commander who carries‌‍‍ out his mission⁠‌‍ regardless of his⁠​​ own requests.

Faced‍‍⁠ with Rutiger’s cold‌ attitude, Karl looked​​‍ at him with⁠‌ tears in his‍⁠ eyes.

“Aren’t‍‌‍ you going to‌ wait? You’re knights!”⁠

At‍⁠​ that moment, the‌⁠‌ knights of Ravnoma​ who had been​ with Karl but​⁠‍ had disappeared one​‍ by one came⁠‌​ to mind.

The⁠​ young Karl recalled​‍ their last moments​ when they died⁠​​ to save her‍‌ life and no⁠ longer wanted to‍‍‌ be separated like⁠‌ that.

“You​​⁠ have to wait!​⁠‍ They said he‍⁠ would be here‍‌ in a while!”⁠

“Marcus.​​ Take him away.”⁠

A young Ravnoma starts⁠ to struggle at​‍ another moment of‌⁠​ separation.

Rutger‍​ looked at Karl⁠ and silently handed‌ Vlad’s cape to‍​ him.

“Deliver‌‌⁠ it yourself. Karl⁠​⁠ Ravnoma.”

“…”​

Black⁠‍ eyes firmly set‍ without the slightest‍ tremor.

Karl,​ who glimpsed his​ sincerity, had no‍ choice but to‍ quietly fall into​⁠ the arms of⁠ a group member⁠‌​ and board the⁠⁠‌ ship.

Unlike‍⁠ me, who was⁠⁠ just screaming, the‍ knight in front⁠‍​ of me was​ already holding his‌⁠​ sword.

“What‌ are you going⁠⁠​ to do?”

“I​‍‍ plan to dismiss‍‌ them all for⁠‍‌ now and leave‌​ only one boat⁠ to help him​​‍ escape.”

“Is⁠ there any captain⁠‍ willing to stay?”​

Marcus’s‍ question was valid.​‌

Bayezid⁠​​ had no naval‍‍ force.

The​‌ downed ships were⁠‍‍ simply merchant ships‌‌​ sent to unload,‌ so there would⁠​⁠ be no captain‍ willing to stay⁠​ in this life-threatening‌​‍ situation.

“Still,‍⁠​ at least one​ boy will stay,⁠​ right?”

However,‌⁠‌ Rutiger just smiled​‌⁠ deeply, as if‍ he had confidence.‌‍⁠

Rutiger‍‍‍ already knew of‌‌‍ a captain who‍ would wait for‍ Vlad even if‍ it wasn’t necessarily‍⁠‍ a great reward.‍

“The​⁠‍ stupid boy is​ late! Is there‌ any volunteer to​ wait with me?”​

His​​ younger brother picked​⁠‍ him up, and‌⁠ Bayezid took him‍‌‌ in, fed him,⁠ clothed him, and‍‍ washed him.

Although⁠⁠ he wasn’t his‍ blood, at least⁠⁠ Bayezid gave him​​ meat and a sword.

You⁠⁠​ can’t give up‌ a child like​‌ that so easily.⁠

“He‌​⁠ was good at‍​‍ running like crazy!”‌

“He’ll‍‍⁠ probably be here⁠​​ soon!”

Unlike⁠ the crumbling walls‌​ of Nassau in⁠‌‍ the distance, someone‍ is waving their​‍‍ hands from all​‍‌ over.

They‍‌ were all people‍‌ who remembered Bayezid⁠‍‌ as the greatest‍‍⁠ dragon slayer.

***‍‍‍

“Over‌ here!”

Vlad⁠‌‌ and the Budart⁠​ tribe run along​‌ the coast following⁠‌​ the secret trail‌‌ left by Marcus.‍​

Vlad,⁠ running along the‍ sandy beach following⁠​‍ the faint moonlight,⁠​⁠ gritted his teeth‌ upon seeing a fire burning in​​‍ the distance.

‘It’s​​⁠ too late!’

They​‍‌ might have killed​ all the cavalry,‌​ but that’s why‍ they only took​ the flag.

This‌‌ was because he‍​​ knew all too​‌‍ well that there‍‍‍ was no time.​

“Has⁠‌ it already happened?”‍

“…I⁠​ don’t know!”

Marcus⁠ had told us⁠‍ to consider the⁠ worst and arrive‌ as quickly as⁠⁠ possible.

However,⁠ despite their best‍‌ efforts, the fire⁠⁠ of the Western⁠ allies had already‌ surpassed the walls⁠​​ and was advancing‌‍ towards the port.​​

‘I’d‌ rather do it​‌‌ now…’

Wouldn’t​ it be better​‌‍ to turn your​ horse’s head and‍‌ flee than to‍‍ enter a city‌⁠‍ full of enemies?​‌⁠

It⁠ would be impossible‌​​ to fight an‍ army with just​​⁠ about ten people.​

‘…!’‌​‍

Entrance‌ and retreat. Meanwhile,⁠ Vlad, who was⁠ thinking, began to⁠​ hear a faint​​ sound.

Sensitive​⁠ hearing that had​⁠ manifested since childhood.⁠⁠⁠

From‍‍ the tips of⁠​​ his very perked‌‌‍ ears, he could‍‍⁠ clearly hear the⁠​‍ sound of swords‍​ clashing.

“There⁠ are still people​⁠‌ left!”

“Run!”‌​

Vlad⁠‌‌ and his companions‍⁠‌ jumped over the​‌ rocks along the‍‍‍ coast towards the⁠‍‍ port.

They⁠ arrived at the‍⁠​ port on horseback⁠ and saw a crowd of soldiers‍‍ crowded in front‍​ of them and​‌‍ several men blocking‍ their path.

“You⁠‍ damn brat! You​ can’t come soon⁠⁠ enough!”

“I‌‌ knew you were​‌​ a bastard!”

Although‍ there are less‌​ than ten knights,‍⁠ they are defeating⁠‍⁠ hundreds of soldiers‍⁠‍ with shining auras.​‍‌

Among‍‍ them, Rutiger, covered‌‌‍ in blood, smiled.​

“Get‌‌‌ on the boat!”‌‍

Vlad‍‌ turned his head‌​ in the direction‍​ Rutiger’s finger pointed.​

A small boat sailing‍ alone in a port full of‌​‌ burnt ships.

Even‌​​ now, on the‌ boat, which had‌ been alone despite‌‌‌ the evil cries‍​ coming from afar,‍ someone was waving‍​ their arms vigorously.⁠

“Vlad!‌⁠ I’m here!”

A man who is‌ busy waving his‌‌ arms despite standing‌‌ hunched as if‍‍⁠ something was uncomfortable.‍‌⁠

A smile spread across‌‍ Vlad’s face when‌​‌ he saw the‌ man.

The​​ boat’s figure seemed‍‍ familiar to me,‍‍‍ as if I had seen it‍‍ somewhere before.

I was relieved to‌‌ hear the voice​‍ of a man‌‍ shouting at me‍ from above.

“What‍ are you doing,‌‌ man! Get on​‍ board quickly!”

Although‍ all the boats‌ had left to‍‌‌ avoid danger, there‍⁠‍ was one boat‍‍​ waiting alone for⁠‍⁠ Vlad.

The​ man wearing an‍ elegant captain’s hat​​ held a cane.‍

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