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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 157: End and beginning (1)

Chapter 157: End and beginning (1)

There’s​‍⁠ nothing that doesn’t‌⁠‌ bend to time.‌

No​‌ matter how beautiful⁠​ a flower may‍ be, eventually it‍ will wither, and‌​ even a strong​‌ sword will eventually⁠‌‍ rust.

And⁠‍‍ the same goes⁠‌⁠ for the sun​ that rose in‍ the sky.

The⁠​​ increasingly reddish glow‌⁠‍ of the sunset‍ cast long shadows‍​‌ over Brigantes, the​⁠ capital of the⁠ empire.

The⁠ shadow, which continued‍‍ to sway as​​​ the sun gradually‍ set, finally reached​ the most glorious⁠‌ building in Brigantes.‌‌

Center‌‍ of the empire.‌ Even to the‍‍​ imperial palace.

Ding-dong.​‍

The‍‌‌ sudden sound of‍ the bell made‌​ everyone in the⁠​⁠ city stop what‍⁠⁠ they were doing⁠‍⁠ and turn their⁠ heads.

A bell that starts​‌⁠ ringing even though⁠‌ it’s not time‌​‌ to ring.

The‌​ people wondering what​‍‍ was happening soon​ could see a black flag starting​ to rise slowly⁠​ over the imperial​⁠‌ palace.

The‌ sun was setting.⁠‌

The​‍​ sun rose at​‍‍ the highest point‍‍​ of the empire.‌‍

A completely black night​⁠ began from the‌‍‍ sunset that had‍ finally fallen.

***​‍‌

When‌‍⁠ I opened my⁠‍ eyes, I found⁠‌ myself under an‌⁠ unfamiliar ceiling.

“It⁠⁠​ seems they’ve changed‍⁠ the wallpaper.”

Vlad​‌‍ opened his eyes⁠​​ upon hearing a tired voice and‍​ absentmindedly started counting​ the numbers in​‌ the ceiling patterns.⁠‌

But​​ the more he​⁠ counted, the blurrier‍ his vision became.⁠​‍

It​ seemed that a single night’s rest‌ couldn’t relieve the⁠‌ fatigue.

“…I’ll‌ sleep a little​‌ longer.”

Vlad​ said he was‌ going to sleep,‌‍‌ but as Vlad,‍ who was already​‍ thinking about sleeping⁠‍ better, began to‌ squirm like a slug and hide⁠​‌ under the blanket.​⁠

It​⁠ had been almost‍⁠ a year since⁠‍ his expulsion from‍ Soara.

Vlad,​‌⁠ who had a place to rest​ but no place‌‍⁠ to comfortably toss‌​​ and turn, decided‍ to stay up‌‌ late for the⁠​​ first time in‍‌⁠ a long time.​⁠​

“Alright.”‌⁠​

I really need to‍ sleep until my‌​‌ nose is crooked⁠​​ today.

The‍ accumulated tiredness over‍ the years was‍ too sticky, and​ the house he​​⁠ returned to after‍⁠‍ a long time‍‍ was warm.

It⁠​ had been autumn‍​ for a while,‌ but the cold​ air already swirled‍‌‌ at the tip⁠⁠⁠ of his nose,​‍⁠ tightly wrapping around⁠​​ Vlad’s blanket.

“Hey.”⁠

“…”‍⁠

“Hey‍‌ Hey.”

“…Don’t​ touch me.”

However,‍⁠⁠ despite Vlad’s resolute​⁠ determination, there was⁠‍ a hand that​ grasped him without‌‍‍ hesitation.

Small‍​ but unstoppable hands.⁠⁠

The​​‍ hand that had⁠​ been carefully shaking⁠ his shoulder suddenly‍ rose bravely and​⁠‌ tangled Vlad’s hair.⁠

“I‌‌ told you not‌ to touch my​​ head.”

“I‍ told you not⁠ to worry.”

“…Hey.”⁠

It⁠⁠ was a room‌‌ that didn’t receive‌ much sunlight, but‌‍ the red hair‌ visible through the‍ raised blanket was​ enough to light‌‌‌ up Vlad’s eyes.⁠‌‌

“Just…‌‍ I’ll sleep a little. Just until​‌ lunchtime.”

“It’s‍‌‌ lunchtime now.”

Zemina’s‌ round and curved⁠​‌ eyes suddenly pointed⁠ towards the window.​

The‌‌ afternoon sunlight shone‍ through the curtains.⁠

It‌⁠​ was an unfamiliar‌‍ sight for Vlad,‌‌⁠ who always woke⁠‍⁠ up to the‍‌ dim light of⁠‌ dawn.

“If‌⁠ you want to​‍ sleep better, have⁠​⁠ lunch and then‍⁠⁠ sleep. Marcella prepared‍ the ingredients early‍⁠⁠ in the morning‍ just because you‍​ were coming.”

Zemina’s‍ hand, which had⁠‌​ been playing with⁠⁠​ his hair, grabbed​‍ Vlad’s collar and⁠ began to pull‌ him slowly.

Zemina’s​‍⁠ face was as‌‌⁠ refreshing as the⁠ upper part of⁠ her body that‌⁠⁠ was suddenly getting​⁠​ closer as she​‌​ stood up.

“You.‌ Did you put⁠ on makeup?”

“Hmm.”⁠‍⁠

He⁠ asked this question‌‍⁠ because he couldn’t‍⁠ see the freckles​‌ on the bridge​ of her nose,​ but Zemina triumphantly‍‍⁠ began to smile‌‌ as if she‌‍​ had finally realized.‍‌

“How​‌ do I look?‌‍ Do I look​‌‌ good?”

“With​ this, you would​⁠ already be committing‌ a crime.”

It’s‌‍ probably because I haven’t fully woken‌‍‍ up yet.

Maybe‍‍​ it’s because the‍​​ room is dark.​‌‍

In​ that sense, the⁠​ Zemina in front‍ of me now‌ looked quite different⁠‌ from the version‌‌ of her that‌‍​ Vlad had seen​‌ before.

“Get​⁠ up quickly. Lunch‍ is almost ready.”⁠‌

“…”‍‌

A door closes slowly‍‌ with a creak.‌⁠

Vlad‍⁠ stared at Zemina’s⁠‍‍ back through the‌‍ gap for a long time.

“I‍ became arrogant.”

The‌ freckled Zemina that‍ Vlad had been‌⁠‌ waiting for wasn’t‌ there.

Even‍‌​ the poor girl‍‍​ wringing out a mop with her‌​​ thin hands.

The​ woman in front​⁠ of Vlad now⁠ was just Zemina,‌‌‌ with a pink‍‌‌ smile that had​ suddenly risen on‍⁠‌ its own.

“Do⁠⁠⁠ you really change⁠‌ so much just‍‌ because you put‍⁠⁠ on makeup?”

An​‌⁠ unidentifiable smell began‌‍‍ to waft from​ where Zemina had​⁠ gone.

Vlad‌⁠ vaguely thought that​ the smell was⁠⁠⁠ the smell of​ dust, but in​ reality, the makeup​ Zemina had applied‍‌‌ was only subtle.‍

***​‌⁠

“Good‌‌‌ morning, Vlad.”

“Good‌​‍ morning. Did you‌‌ sleep well, Marcella?”⁠

“I‍ couldn’t sleep at⁠⁠​ all. Thanks to‍​‍ you.”

Upon⁠ hearing Marcella’s playful‌⁠⁠ words, Vlad looked‌ at her.

Two‍ swollen eyes that​​‍ didn’t favor a slender face.

It⁠‌⁠ was Marcella, not⁠ Zemina, who hugged​⁠ Vlad when he‌‌⁠ returned yesterday and‍⁠‍ cried loudly.

“As‌‌⁠ I get older,⁠‍‌ I find it‌‌‌ difficult to control⁠‍​ my emotions. I think it’s time‍‌⁠ for me to​ retire.”

“You’re‍‌​ still in your‍⁠⁠ prime.”

The‍ senses of the‍‍​ former Chopal screamed.⁠‌

Now⁠‍ is the time​ to say no.‌

“Yes?”‌

As⁠‌​ if that were‍⁠‍ the correct answer,​⁠⁠ the plate was⁠​ filled with meat.⁠

It⁠‌⁠ would have been‍​⁠ great if Alicia​ had shown the​ same tact now.‍‍⁠

“…”⁠

Vlad⁠​​ began to quietly​​​ look around as‍⁠‌ he ate the​⁠ food Marcella gave⁠‍​ him.

Yesterday,‍ when he had‍‍ just returned, he‌‍ was very busy,⁠⁠ crowded, and agitated.⁠‌‍

That’s‍⁠ why he couldn’t‌‌​ give her what​​‍ she should have‌ had.

“Marcella.”⁠⁠‌

“Huh?”​

“Here‍⁠‌ you go.”

After‍‍ confirming that no‌ one was on​⁠‌ the fourth floor,‍‍ Vlad carefully handed‌​ Marcella a small‍⁠‍ bag.

“What’s‍‌ this?”

“…I’m⁠​​ not sure if‌ it will work.”​⁠‍

Vlad​ probably wasn’t the​ only one captivated​ by the blue⁠ moonlight that day.‌​‍

Somehow,‌‌ the person who‌‍‍ lost the most‍‍ that night was‌‍‍ Marcella, so this​‌ level of price​⁠ was necessary for‌⁠ her.

“What’s‍‌ this? A ring?”​⁠

“It’s‍ Godin’s.”

A very strong name​ was heard beyond⁠ the spoon moving‍​ indifferently.

“Godin?”⁠

Marcella’s‍⁠​ fingertips began to‌​ tremble as she‍ opened her pocket,‍ perhaps surprised by​‌ Vlad’s words.

No,⁠‌ maybe it’s scary.⁠‍⁠

The​ blue moonlight still‌​‍ filtering into every⁠⁠‍ corner of Rose’s​⁠‍ smile was nothing⁠ short of a nightmare for Marcella.⁠​​

“I‍‌ couldn’t kill him,‍ but he died⁠‍ anyway.”

What​​ was in the⁠ pocket Vlad handed⁠‍ her was a ring.

It​‌ was exactly a signet ring used‌‍ to seal letters,​ and the ring‌​ had engraved on⁠‍ it the symbol‌⁠​ of an eagle,‍​⁠ the symbol of​ Gaidar.

“It’s⁠ Marcella’s.”

“…Hah.”‌​​

As⁠‍‍ a loser and⁠ not a winner,​⁠ he couldn’t achieve‌‌⁠ anything complete.

Although‍‍​ it could have‌‌ been a great⁠ trophy, Vlad decided‍ to give Godin’s​‍ ring to Marcella.‌

Marcella,‍ who received the​ ring from Vlad’s​​‍ hands, looked at​‍⁠ it for a while.

What‍⁠‌ passes countless times‌ between her black‍‌‌ eyes is probably⁠‌ the memory of​‍ someone and the‌‌‍ pain of that‍⁠ time.

“Agh!”⁠

“Ah!”⁠

However,‍​⁠ Marcella didn’t want​ that ring.

Seeing⁠ the ring suddenly​​ thrown into the‍‍ brazier, Vlad ended‌ up spitting out⁠ the water he‍ had been holding.​

“Marcella?”​‍

“What‍ is this made​​‌ of? It’s a ring, but it‍ burns well.”

Godin’s‌‍ ring starts to⁠⁠ melt into a bright red color​‍ in the brazier.‍⁠

However,​ unlike Vlad, who‌⁠‍ was surprised, Marcella’s‌⁠ face suddenly filled‌ with the same​ smile as always.⁠⁠

“Sometimes⁠ I see men​​‌ more sentimental than‍‍‍ women.”

“Yes?”‍‍

What⁠ can heal wounds⁠‍⁠ is time, not​​‌ revenge.

Marcella​ knew this very‌ well, which is‌‍‍ why she threw⁠⁠⁠ Godin’s ring into‍​‌ the brazier.

This‍‌‍ ring was not‌‍​ something that healed‌‌⁠ the wound, it​ was just a reminder of it‍​​ constantly.

“I’m‌ proud that you⁠‌⁠ brought it to​ me, but I no longer need​​​ it.”

Vlad​⁠ must move forward.‍‍

Therefore,​⁠‍ Marcella threw the​‌⁠ ring of the‌‌⁠ past to Vlad‍ and only brought‌‍ out today’s plate.‌⁠

“You‍​⁠ no longer need⁠ it, right?”

“…Yes.”​

Vlad⁠‌ picked up a fork and began​‍‌ to smile slightly,‍ looking at Marcella,​ who seemed as‍⁠ if nothing had⁠⁠ happened.

As⁠ expected, the rose​‌‌ of Soara had‌ not yet withered,​‌⁠ and there were​‍​ still things to‍⁠‌ learn from her⁠ life.

“I​ know, right? I no longer need‌ it.”

On‌ top of the‌ cauldron heated by​‌ the lit ring​⁠‍ was Marcella’s plate,‍ which he hadn’t​‌ seen in a long time.

Mashed‍ potatoes, grilled sausages,​ and even blood​​ pudding made from‍​‌ cow’s blood.

All⁠‍‍ these were menu​⁠ items that Jorge​‌‌ liked.

***‌⁠⁠

“Did​‍ you enjoy your⁠​⁠ lunch?”

“We​​‍ should have come⁠​ and eaten together.”⁠

Harven⁠​ arrived beside Vlad,⁠ who descended to⁠‍ the first floor‌ to leave.

The⁠⁠⁠ captain’s hat on⁠‍​ his head has‌‍‍ become fashionable, but​ the cane he‍‌ holds is still​ in bad shape.‌‍​

“Since​‌⁠ I bought a new hat, I should have changed‍​ the cane too.”⁠‍

“What⁠ about this? Why‍‌ should I change‍​‍ this?”

Harven⁠​‍ took the cane​‍ as if wondering‌ what that meant⁠‌ and began to‍‌‌ clean it exaggeratedly.⁠‌⁠

Perhaps‌‍‌ because it had⁠⁠⁠ been used for‌‌ so long, the⁠ shiny cane even⁠⁠ had a gleam.​⁠

“I’ve​‍ benefited a lot⁠‍ from this. When⁠⁠​ I told them‌ it was you‍ who made it,⁠ even the creatures‌​⁠ of the raging⁠ sea listened to⁠ me.”

“Is⁠⁠ that so?”

North‌ Star. Vlad of⁠‌ Soara.

He​ is the brightest‌ of Bayezid’s young‍‍ knights who couldn’t‌​ shine for a long time, and​ he is a man who crossed​ the provocative West‍⁠​ like a thorn‍​⁠ in their eyes.​

It​‌ was the current‌‍ Vlad responsible for‌​‍ both the pride‍‌​ of the trend​‍ and the peace​​ for the next‌‍ generation.

“And​⁠‌ today, the word‍ elf is added⁠ to your name.‍‌ Do you really‌ know the elves?”​

“I’ll​‌ leave. I have‍‍⁠ to go to‍⁠ the church.”

Vlad,‌​‍ who was surprised‌‌‍ by Harven’s words,‍ quickly began to‌‍ smile like a rose.

Perhaps‌⁠ because they arrived⁠‌‌ late, the sunset​‍‍ shone through Soara’s‌ alleys.

The‌ sunset of Soara⁠​ after a long⁠⁠‍ time.

The​ setting sun may‌ be the end​​⁠ of the day‌⁠​ for ordinary people,‌ but for the⁠‌ people in the​ alleys, it was​‌ like the rising‌ sun of the‍ day.

“How​‌‍ long have you⁠ been attending church?”⁠​

“From‍‍ today.”

The​‌‌ reason he didn’t⁠​​ go to church‍ during that time⁠ wasn’t an arbitrary⁠‍⁠ decision.

He‍⁠ couldn’t go because‍‌⁠ he wasn’t accepted.⁠

“…It’s‍​‌ very busy.”

Vlad,​ who had been‍​ about to leave⁠ for a while,​⁠ silently turned his‍⁠ head and looked​‌ at the rose’s‍​ smile.

The‍⁠ child’s home hasn’t​‌ changed much, but⁠​​ something seems to​​ have changed.

He​‌ could see Zemina⁠⁠ constantly moving around​ the home.

“After⁠⁠‍ all, children grow‍ up fast, don’t​​ they?”

“You’re⁠‌​ the same age⁠⁠ as me.”

“That’s⁠ right.”

Viewed‌​ from afar, Zemina​ didn’t resemble her⁠⁠⁠ previous unkempt appearance⁠ at all.

Although​⁠⁠ she didn’t seem⁠​‍ familiar, Vlad decided‌​​ to step outside‍ after seeing her‍ rather relieved appearance.⁠‌

“Is‌‌ your stomach okay?”‌

“Maybe‍​‌ because it’s small,⁠ there’s no problem.”‌

“No,‌ not Zemina.”

“Yes.⁠​ Zemina.”

Vlad⁠ and Harven began⁠​‌ to laugh as‍‌ they said Zemina’s‍⁠‌ name several times.⁠‌

Seeing⁠⁠⁠ Vlad, who finally​ looked a bit‍‌⁠ like himself, Harven‍​‌ immediately put on​‌​ his captain’s hat.‌⁠

“By⁠​ the way, if​​​ you’re going to‍‌ the church, I’ll‍ take you.”

“How⁠‌ long have you​​‌ been attending church?”⁠⁠

“Actually,⁠‌ it doesn’t matter​ if you don’t‍‍‍ take me.”

“Hmm?”‌‍

Vlad⁠‍ followed Harven’s gesture⁠​ and shifted his‌‍‍ gaze to a small, dilapidated corner⁠ of the dark⁠‌​ alley.

A street where the‌ sun doesn’t shine.‌

There‍ were things that‍ carefully lit up⁠⁠ the dark night’s‍‍‍ light.

“The​ last bishop banned‍‍⁠ pedophilia, but do​⁠ you know what​‌ this bishop has​ banned?”

“…What?”⁠

Through⁠‍‍ the slowly setting​ twilight, darkness began‍​ to seep slowly‍‌ into the dark⁠⁠ alley.

The‌‍‌ things that carefully⁠ emerged from there​ were looking at‍⁠‌ Vlad.

“No‌ discrimination.”

They​‍⁠ were young children.‌

The‍ children in the⁠ back alleys, who‍⁠ had until now‍‌‌ been hiding from‍ the light, gradually‌⁠ paid attention to‍​ Vlad and followed‍ him.

“Everyone‌​​ is going to⁠ church now. It’s⁠‌⁠ a place anyone⁠‍ can enter now.”​​⁠

Vlad,​ heading to the​‍‍ church, soon recognized⁠ the line of⁠‍ children forming behind‍​ him.

They‍‍ were all hungry⁠ and exhausted, but‌ the children’s steps​​‌ toward the church⁠​ were light.

“You​ say you never⁠ know when someone⁠‍‍ like Vlad of‌​ Soara will show‍ up around here⁠⁠ again.”

“…”‍​

Potential‌​‌ young people can​⁠⁠ exist anywhere.

Because⁠ Vlad of Soara​​⁠ proved it.

That’s‍​​ why the priest​​ Andreas, who was‌‍​ watching the scene​​ more closely, didn’t⁠ hesitate to lower‌⁠ the threshold of‍ the church.

“You‌‌‌ said you were‌‌‍ going to church.⁠ Aren’t you going?”‌‍

“…I‌‌ have to go.”‌‌

A new night began​​‍ in the alleys‌​​ where the sun​ had set.

Tiny‌ stars rose through⁠​ the growing darkness⁠ of the dark⁠‌ alley.

The⁠ place where the​‌ stars are heading⁠‍ is the Church⁠ of Soara.

Perhaps​‌ today these children‌⁠​ can enjoy a hot dinner offered⁠ by a faithful‌‍ priest, just as​‌​ Vlad did on​‍‍ a winter day.‌​

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