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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 159: End and beginning (3)

Chapter 159: End and beginning (3)

There‍​ were two men‌‍ facing each other‍⁠ as the sunset​ poured in through​​ the window.

It‍​ was a spacious⁠ and luxurious room,​⁠​ but there was‌‌ only silence between‍ them, and the‍‌ only sound that‍ could be heard‍‌‍ was the metallic​‌‌ clinking of tea‍‌‍ cups.

The​ first to break‍ the heavy silence‌ was an old​‍ man who seemed​‌‍ older than the⁠ sunset.

“…An‌ emperor of 5 years and a collateral child whose‍​​ whereabouts I didn’t‍​ even know.”

His‌ old fingers holding⁠‌⁠ the tea cup​​‍ trembled, unable to⁠ bear the weight‌‍ of time.

However,‍⁠ the look in⁠‍ his eyes remained⁠​ sharp and harsh.‍

“This⁠‌ succession can never​‍ be recognized. Duke​‍‍ Sarnus.”

The‍‌ old man’s face‍⁠‌ was wrinkled and⁠‍‍ horribly distorted with​​‌ deep wrinkles.

There​‍⁠ was a contained⁠​ anger in him⁠ that could not​ be erased simply‍‌ by the traces⁠‍ of time.

“What‍‌ can we do​‌‌ when that child‌ is the closest‌​ to Frausen among​ the remaining blood⁠‍​ relatives?”

“It‍‍ must have been​⁠ done so that‍‌ the child could​‍ be closer to‍ him.”

Time⁠‌‍ had taken away‍‍⁠ many things from‌​ the old man,‌⁠​ but it had​‍​ also left him⁠ with sharp insight.‍⁠

Prince‌​ Armand.

He‍ gave up his‌‍​ great surname in⁠‍‍ exchange for the⁠⁠⁠ title of duke,‌⁠ and he realized‍ that the old​​‍ dragon before him‍‍​ was the starting​⁠ point of all⁠ this tragedy.

“Well,​​ it must have​ been very frustrating​⁠⁠ to endure this‍⁠​ for 400 years.‌ Duke Sarnus.”

“…”​

The‍‍ owner of the⁠ Dragon Slayer Knights​​‍ who have protected‌ the empire from‌‌⁠ the remaining dragons‌​‍ for 400 years.⁠‌

The‍‌‍ blue eyes, which‌ finally revealed their⁠ true feelings after‍⁠‌ so long, widened.‍‌

The​‌‍ setting sun was⁠‍⁠ gradually setting, casting⁠‍ dark shadows on‌ Sarnus’s face.

“I​‍ am still busy​‍ protecting the empire‌​​ according to the‍‍⁠ oath I made⁠⁠‌ with the founding‍‍​ king, Frausen. The‍​‌ reason we support‌ this child is‍ to maintain the​‌‍ empire.”

“That⁠‍⁠ child is not‌‍‌ worthy of becoming‍ emperor.”

“What​‍‌ can I do⁠⁠‍ even if he​⁠ is not qualified?‍‍ Are you at​​‍ least going to‍‌ sever the line⁠ of Frausen?”

“…”⁠‍

Armand​ dared not respond‍ to Sarnus’s words.‍

If⁠ they were to⁠​ break with the​ line of Frausen,​‌‌ it would be​‌ Sarnus whom they‌​ would prefer.

His‍‍ loyalty, which lasted⁠ 400 years, was⁠ maintained through an‍​ oath to the‌ founding king, Frausen.​

In​⁠ addition to the‌⁠​ oath with the‍‌‍ old dragon, the‌⁠ only person who‍ could support all⁠ his wishes was‍⁠‌ the successor to⁠‍ the emperor’s position.​‍‌

“You‍‍‌ cannot do that.”‍​

The‌ old duke’s eyebrows‍‍ arched at the​‌ finality.

Indeed,​ the bloodline had​ been severed.

Then‍​​ only the will​‌‌ remains.

“…The‍‍‍ empire began with⁠⁠⁠ the tip of‍‌ a single sword.”‍⁠

There‌​⁠ was a man‌‌ who shone brightly‌ like a star‍​‌ even under the​‌‌ claws of the‌​ giant dragon.

Quijano‍ Frausen.

People‌⁠‌ called him the‌‍ sword owner, the⁠​ sword master, as​​ he wielded the‌‌​ fate of all​⁠⁠ races.

“If⁠​​ it is the‌⁠ will of the‍‌⁠ Sword Master. And​‍​ as for the‌​ choice of the‌‍ sword he wielded.”⁠‌

The‍​ Frausen surname he‌​ inherited from the‌ imperial family, but‌ the name Quijano​‍ would be linked‌​ to a particular⁠‌ sword.

Because​⁠ the sword that⁠​⁠ man held pierced‌⁠ the most perfect​​ dragon and marked‌ the end of‌‍‍ an era.

“If⁠ that’s the case,⁠ it would be⁠‍ better than the​‍ poor blood you⁠‍ presume.”

“…Armand.‌​ Do not do​‍ this.”

Sarnus‍‌ looked pitiful as‌​ he watched the⁠ elder chasing the⁠ faded legend.

The‌‌⁠ story of the‌ founding king, which‌​​ became legend because⁠ the end was‍ not announced, has​⁠⁠ now become a fairy tale believed⁠‌ only by children.⁠‍

“It‌‌‌ is a sword⁠ I could not⁠‍ find even though⁠ I searched for‍‍⁠ it for hundreds‌‌ of years…”

“No‌‌ matter how ancient‌​​ it is, it‍‍ definitely exists somewhere.”⁠

Armand’s​​ voice as he⁠​⁠ spoke of the⁠​ Sword Master’s sword​ was clearly filled​ with a strange​⁠‌ confidence.

“It’s‍⁠​ as if there​‌‍ is a dragon‌ sitting in front⁠ of me right​ now.”

“…”​‌​

There⁠‍ was a letter⁠​‌ sent by a knight whose news‍ had been severed.​‌‌

It⁠ was clearly written​​​ in that brief⁠‌ letter written in‍ secret codes.

Ausurin.‌ The Sword of⁠⁠‍ the Sword Master.​

It​‌​ has been drawn.‍‍⁠

That‍​ was the last‍‍⁠ communication that the⁠‌‌ former commander of‌​ the imperial guard,‍‌‍ August, sent.

***⁠

The‍ child born at‌⁠ the end of‌⁠‍ the dark alley⁠⁠‌ loved the setting​⁠‌ sun.

For​ those living on‍‌​ the main road​​ beyond the alley,‍⁠⁠ it was the‍ end of the​ day, but for⁠‍ people like them,​‌‌ it marked the​‍ beginning of the​​​ year.

Vlad’s⁠‍⁠ longing for the⁠‌ stars in the⁠⁠ night sky may‍‌ have been since⁠⁠​ the moment he‍‍​ was born.

“Do⁠⁠ you like the​ sound of the‍​‌ song?”

“…Yes,‍‌ he does.”

Vlad,‍‍ who was looking​⁠‌ out the window,‍⁠​ closed his eyes​‍ in silence as‌ Andreas spoke.

The‌‌‍ sound of Cade’s​ breathing as he‍ lay on the​‍ bed.

And​‍​ the sound of⁠‌ water splashing as‌ he cleaned the​​ blood and pus.‍‍

Among‌⁠​ those sounds, the⁠ voice of the⁠‌ young deacon filtered​⁠​ into Vlad’s ears,​‌ accompanying the fading‌‍‌ twilight.

“In​ fact, as predicted‌‍‌ by Mr. Joseph,​ if we had‍‍‍ arrived even a little later, there​‌ would have been‌⁠⁠ repercussions. You said​⁠ this guy handles⁠ a bow?”

“Yes.”​​

Andreas​‍‌ said that if‍ they had arrived​ a little later,‌⁠ Cade might not⁠​ have been able‌ to function as‍ a knight.

The‍‍‍ war with Gaidar‌‍​ left many scars​⁠ not only in‌⁠‍ Deirmar but also‌‍​ in Joseph’s knights,‌ and seeing Cade⁠ lying now was​⁠ proof of that.‌​​

“Thank‌ you. Bishop.”

“There⁠ is nothing to‌ thank as this​⁠ is what I have been doing‍ from the beginning.‍ Originally, it was​ customary not to⁠‌⁠ get involved in‍ worldly affairs…”

Andreas’s‌‌ confused eyes watched‌‍ the black flags⁠‍ hanging outside the⁠​ window.

Flags​​ announcing the emperor’s​​ death.

The‌​⁠ faithful priest could​ no longer turn​‌ his back because​‌​ he sensed the‌‌⁠ countless deaths those​⁠ flags would bring.​​‍

“That’s‌⁠‌ why I didn’t​​⁠ want to take‌ on something like⁠​ a bishop.”

Andreas,‍⁠‍ who now had⁠ to worry about‍⁠​ the realm of​⁠‍ politics, let out⁠ a small sigh‌​​ and sank into⁠⁠ the chair next‍ to the bed.​

When⁠‌‍ the two stopped‌⁠⁠ talking, a faint‍‌‌ singing was heard.​‍

A sound that calmed‍ a woman shedding‌ black tears. It‍‍​ was a hymn.⁠

“…Originally,‌‌ even if there​​​ was no conflict‍​ with the Vatican,​‍ I was planning‌ to send that‌​‍ guy to the​⁠‌ Tramash Choir. I wanted to make‍‍‌ you feel the‌⁠ footprints of the⁠‌ woman who claimed‍‌‍ to be the⁠‌⁠ voice of God,‍​​ but it ended‍ up being very⁠‌ unfortunate.”

“Is‍‌​ that so.”

Though⁠⁠ he did not⁠ say it aloud,‍ Vlad truly sympathized⁠ with Andreas’s pain.‍

Young​ beings who could‌⁠ expand their world‌ in any field‍‍‍ were precious.

However,‌‌‌ the current young‌ deacon did not‍⁠ have a proper‌ mentor to help​⁠ him expand his‍ world.

Andreas⁠​⁠ was certainly a good priest, but‌‍‌ he did not⁠​⁠ have the personality‌​‌ of the young‌‌‍ deacon.

“Even‌​‍ so, it’s great.‌​ I have never​ heard of people‌​‍ being healed through⁠‌ songs.”

“Haha.⁠⁠‍ Now my only‍ solace is you‍ and that boy⁠ singing right now.”‌‍

The‍‍ manifestation of ability​‍ may depend on‌⁠‍ each individual’s personality,​​‍ but the healing‍​‍ properties contained in​⁠ the song must​‌‌ be thanks to​‍‌ Andreas’s guidance.

The⁠ song may resonate​​ today because there‍‌ was someone who‌‌ guided the child.​​​

“Does‍⁠ my existence also‍‌ bring solace to‍‍ the bishop?”

“…Of​‍ course.”

Andreas⁠‌ turned his head‌‌‍ as he heard‍ Vlad’s voice, which⁠ seemed depressed without‍​​ knowing why.

Before‍ he realized it,‌ the twilight deeply​‍⁠ covered Vlad’s face.‍​

“Vlad‌​‍ of Soara, you​⁠ are definitely my‍‍ solace and pride.‌⁠ I’m sure all⁠⁠ the knights who‌​⁠ taught you think‍‍ that way.”

“Is​⁠ that so?”

Vlad’s‌​‌ face, which remained‌⁠​ in the shadow⁠ of dusk, was‌‍ smiling.

Even‍ if you stop‌​ for a moment‌ and look back,⁠ you may not‍‍‍ be sure of⁠ the path you⁠‍ took, but if‍‌ those ahead of‌ you nod, you​‌‍ will not be⁠‍ afraid to walk​‌​ in the darkness‌‌⁠ of the night.‌

“If‍⁠ so.”

The​‍ night sky filled‌ with darkness as‌​ the young deacon​​ sang a hymn.‍⁠ Vlad’s smile, colored​⁠⁠ in the night​​ sky, shone brightly‍⁠ when he heard⁠​ that his name⁠ had now become‌ someone’s pride.

I thought it would‍ be good if‍⁠​ people thought of‍ the voice in⁠ the same way.‌⁠

***⁠

Somewhere‍​ under a dark‌​ night where not‌ a single light‍‌ shines.

On​ a night when‍ not even the​‍‌ light of the‌ stars in the​⁠ sky could penetrate⁠⁠‌ the clouds, there‍‌ was a group‌ of people running⁠ along a forest‍‌‍ path that no‌‌​ one knew.

It‍ was clearly a procession of horses‌ and carriages, but‌‌ strangely, no sound⁠​ was heard around⁠‌‌ them.

“Here‌ it is.”

“…”​⁠‍

Since​‍ there was no‌‍⁠ light, all that‍ could be seen⁠ was total darkness,⁠ but the woman‍‍‌ who stepped down⁠‍‌ from the carriage⁠‍ wore an even⁠‍ darker veil.

As⁠‍‌ if she wanted‌⁠⁠ to hide her​⁠ face from everyone.​​⁠

“As‍‍​ you ordered, I found it while⁠ searching for the​ core of the​​ spirits.”

The‍ knight in armor​‍‍ placed a shining‍​ orb in her​ hand and pointed‍‍ with his finger​‍‌ at the tree⁠‍ in front of‌‌ him.

As‍​‌ the clouds passed​ for a moment,​⁠ the moonlight shining‌‍ through illuminated the‌ knight.

He⁠‌‌ was speaking clearly,‍​​ but there was‌‌ nothing hanging from​‌​ his neck that‌ should have been‍⁠ there.

“Please​⁠ guide me.”

“Yes.”⁠‍

Unlike‍‌‍ the strange appearance​​‍ of the flock,​​‍ the woman’s voice⁠⁠ was like that‌ of a single‌ bird.

A voice so bright​ that it made​‍ you want to‌‍‍ immediately remove the‌ veil and check⁠ her face.

The​⁠ knights who followed‍ the order given‌ by that voice‍⁠ and entered the‌⁠ forest soon discovered⁠‌​ an extensive grassy‍ forest, unlike the‍ dense forest of‍‌‌ trees that had⁠ been there until‌​ now.

“…”‍

And‍‍ what awaited them​ there was a rotten tree.

The​ sight of the‍⁠ great trunk lying‍ there looked like​ a corpse abandoned​ by something huge.⁠⁠‍

“It’s​​ inside.”

Following‍‍ the lead of​‌​ the headless knight​‍ to the base​‍ of the tree,‌ what they saw‌ was the hollow⁠ interior of the‌‌ tree.

It‍ was so large‍‌​ it seemed like‌ a vast empty‍​⁠ space. Inside, there​⁠​ was a beam‍ of starlight shining‍​ through the thick⁠ clouds.

“He’s⁠‌​ dead.”

Although‌ the clouds were⁠⁠‌ dark, the body⁠ of an unknown‍ man lay there‍​‌ under the starlight⁠‍‍ as if pierced⁠​​ by a needle.‌​

The‍ body of a man propped against​ a small rock⁠‍ as if exhausted.⁠‌

The‍​‍ woman who identified‍ the corpse removed⁠​ the black veil⁠​‍ she wore out​⁠ of intrigue and​ approached slowly.

Slowly.‍⁠ Immensely.

Without‌ even putting a foot on the‌‌​ ground.

“He’s‌ been dead for‍​​ a long time…”‍‌⁠

Upon​​​ closer inspection, it⁠‍‍ could be seen‌ that the roots​‍ of the already‍ dead tree were‍​‍ supporting the man’s‍⁠ body.

The​‌ woman could tell​‍⁠ that the corpse‌​ lying there had‌‍‌ an unusual history,‍‌⁠ as it seemed‌⁠ as if it⁠‍​ had been turned‌ into a coffin.⁠‌⁠

“The​​‍ body hasn’t rotted.”​‍

The‌​​ body was not​⁠ rotten, but the​​ accumulated dust was‌⁠ thick, showing that‍ a long time‌‌ had passed, and‍‌‍ the clothes it‍ wore were turning‌⁠ to dust and‌​‌ blowing away at‍‍⁠ a touch.

What‌‍‌ could be seen⁠‌ on the clothing​⁠ gradually disintegrating from‌ the cold fingertips‌ of the woman‌⁠ was a very​‍ old imperial emblem​ no longer in⁠‍ use.

“And‌⁠‍ the sword he’s‌‍ holding…”

Although​‌​ it was a corpse with a mysterious appearance, the‍ sword it held‌ was anything but‍‌​ ordinary.

However,‌ the woman pursed​‌‌ her lips when‍‌‍ she saw the⁠ more intense traces‌‍ of her fingertips‌ than the sword⁠ held by the⁠ corpse.

“Dragon’s⁠‍ blood…?”

The⁠⁠‍ woman, who checked‍​‌ the man’s story​‍ through the fingertips‍‍⁠ of the corpse,​⁠ seemed very surprised,‌ even though her‍⁠​ heart was not‍‌ beating.

It⁠​​ was as if‌ she had grabbed⁠ the heart of‍‍‌ a dragon and​​⁠ burst it open.‌ On her fingertips,⁠‍ there were strong‍ traces of a dragon that could‌​ not be ignored.⁠‌‌

“Who‌​​ is this person…‍⁠‌ No, who the‌ hell are you…?”‍‌​

At‍‍‌ the end of​⁠⁠ the empire, where‌‌‌ no one looks,‌⁠ in a dense‌ forest.

There​ was a corpse⁠‌ that was carefully‌‍ preserved by the​⁠ giant tree where‌⁠ the spirit resided.​‍

The⁠⁠⁠ corpse, which collapsed⁠‌ as if exhausted,⁠​⁠ clearly had traces​‍ of a strong‌‍​ dragon that she​ had never felt‍⁠‌ before on the​ tips of her​ fingers.

It⁠‍‍ was a dark‍⁠‍ trace that you‍​​ wouldn’t have even‌⁠​ if you killed​⁠ all the dragons⁠ in the world.​‍‍

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