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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 163: You reap what you sow (4)

Chapter 163: You reap what you sow (4)

The‍‍ crimson color worn‌​​ by the man⁠⁠‍ was intense.

It’s‌ sticky and doesn’t‌ move easily even​ in a stirred​​ wine glass.

However,‌ Sarnus smiled as‍‌ if he liked⁠​ the thick and​ heavy sensation.

“In‍‌‌ the end, Duke⁠​ Armand did as​​‌ he pleased.”

Sarnus⁠‍ calmly drinks a glass in front​‌ of the morning​​ sunrise.

With​ his carefully slicked-back⁠‌‌ blond hair and‌‍ his antiquated and⁠ timeless attire, he‌‍ clearly had the‌ typical look of​‍​ an aristocrat.

“There​⁠ are sporadic territorial‌⁠⁠ wars breaking out‌ across the central‍‍⁠ region. It seems‌ everyone has been⁠ building up, not​ just Duke Armand.”​‌

“I‌⁠⁠ kept him around‌​ for too long.‍⁠⁠ Humans are inherently‌ beings who follow‌ their desires.”

Sarnus⁠ simply nodded at⁠‌ Mirshea’s report as⁠ if he had‍​ expected it to‌​‌ happen.

Perhaps‍‍ you thought that‌⁠‌ the knight who‌⁠‍ founded the great​⁠‍ world of the⁠‍ empire would always‌‌ be one, but‍ the existence of‍‍ the dragon actually‌⁠ slept in the‌‌⁠ soul of everyone.​

“The⁠⁠ more you trample‌ it, the higher‍‍ it rises, and⁠‍ the more you‍ eat it, the⁠​​ bigger it gets,‍ so who can​⁠ resist it?”

No‌‍ matter how peaceful‌ it was, they⁠ must have been‍​ cowering and accumulating​ strength and justification.⁠⁠

If⁠‌ you pour water​ into a small‌‌‌ glass, eventually it⁠ will overflow.

Expansion‌‌ to the rest​‍ of the world​ was not just⁠‌​ the goal that‍ West aspired to.‌‍

“Anyone​​‍ would do as​⁠ I did.”

Sarnus‍‌ poured the last‍ remaining wine and⁠⁠‌ quietly left it‍ on the desk.‌‌

When​‌​ I turned to‍‌ look at myself⁠‌‍ in the mirror,‌‌ I only saw​‌​ the image of‍ the noble Sarnus‍‌ Dragulia.

It​ seemed as if⁠‌ his old self,⁠‌ withered in the⁠ darkness, could no‌ longer be found‌⁠⁠ in him now.‍⁠‍

“This‌⁠‍ guy isn’t pure.”​

A reddish-gray hair was​‍⁠ visible among the‌‌‍ brightly shining blond​ hair.

Sarnus,⁠ who noticed it,⁠‌ smiled with a furrowed brow and​ began to comb⁠​ it.

As​ unpleasant as it‌ was, it was⁠ a problem to⁠​ the end.

“He​⁠‌ returned in a funny way, but​ still performed Baron‍​ Utman’s job well,‌ so it was‌‌‌ worth praising him.”‌​‍

“…Is‌ that so.”

A haphazardly plucked hair‌‌⁠ strand.

This⁠‍‌ strand of hair,‌‍⁠ nestled among the⁠ blond locks, was⁠​ of a red⁠⁠⁠ that evoked someone.⁠‍

“It​ would be good‍ if the northern‍‍ boy were a little darker. Now​ is the time‌ to pick him‍⁠ up too.”

What​ has been sown​‌‍ must now be‍​‌ harvested.

You⁠​‍ have sown, now‍⁠​ is the time‌‍​ to reap.

To​ what extent will⁠‍​ my seed sown⁠‍​ in the deepest‌​​ north go, what⁠‍ possibilities will it‍ show?

Empty⁠ wine glasses and​‍ plucked red feathers.​​⁠

As‌‌⁠ they waited to⁠ be refilled, the‍ old dragon smiled.⁠

***​

“Mmm,‍⁠ mmm,”

Sigurd​‌‍ was focused, but⁠ Vlad, who was⁠​⁠ beside him, seemed‍ restless somehow.

This‍‌⁠ was because Sigurd,‌‍ with some strange‌⁠ sunglasses he had‍ never seen before,‍⁠ was examining his⁠ sword as if⁠‍ he were licking‍‌ it.

Seeing⁠​ the blue sword​‍​ being scrutinized one⁠⁠‍ by one by​‍ someone else’s hands,​‍ Vlad felt like‍‍ he wanted to‌‌ retrieve it right‍ away.

“…I​⁠​ think it’s correct.”‍

The⁠⁠ morning after the‍​​ wild night, the⁠ dwarves had ditched​‍ their favorite drinks​ and were all​⁠‍ gathered around Sigurd.‌‍​

It​⁠⁠ was quite amusing⁠ to see the‌ men with long‌⁠‌ beards so close‍​‌ to each other,‌⁠ but the looks‌‍ they gave were​ serious and cautious.⁠‌

“…It’s​⁠⁠ a spark of⁠ truth.”

With⁠ Sigurd’s quietly spoken‌⁠ declaration, the dwarves‌‌ clenched their fists‍ with determination.

Among‍⁠​ them, various voices​‌ could be heard,‍​ but the only⁠​⁠ thing that made‌​⁠ no sound was​‌ probably the young‍ lizard softly wagging‌ its tail over‌​ the sword.

No⁠⁠‌ one should startle‍ this young spirit.⁠

“Where⁠‌⁠ did you say⁠ you got this⁠ guy from?”

“Didn’t‍ I say before?​⁠ It was from​​ Ausurin.”

In‌⁠⁠ response to Sigurd’s‌‍‍ question, Vlad took‌⁠ his sword and⁠‌ tossed it.

Sigurd’s‍ oddly enlarged eyes⁠ within the monocle‍ watched the young‍‌​ lizard pass through‍​‍ the sword as‌⁠ if it were‌⁠‍ pitiful.

“But⁠‍ how can such​ a young spirit​ exist? From the​‍ beginning, the most‌ powerful dragons should‌ have eaten all‍​⁠ the spirits…”

“I’m⁠‌‍ not sure what⁠​ you mean, but‌​⁠ why don’t you⁠​ ask the elves‌⁠‍ for more details?”⁠​

Vlad​‍​ growled, pushing away⁠⁠ the men who⁠ were getting closer⁠⁠⁠ as if they⁠‍ were possessed by⁠‌ something.

The‍ prickling sensation of​ the men’s beards⁠‍⁠ was driving Vlad’s‌ spirit mad.

“Those‌‍​ who did this‍‍ are elves. So,‌ please, try to⁠⁠⁠ be more respectful.”‍‍

When​ Vlad scolded that​​ there was a space knights should⁠‌‌ maintain, the dwarves‍ clicked their tongues​ and began to‍​‌ withdraw.

However,⁠ even though they⁠‌ had returned to​​ their original positions,​‍ the two letters​​ of regret fell⁠‍⁠ from their gazes.⁠

‘Is​​ this the first⁠‍⁠ time you’ve seen⁠​ the dwarves here‌‍ as spirits?’

Geronimo,​⁠ the elder of​​ the elves, told‍⁠ me that the‍⁠ sword master had⁠⁠⁠ left with the⁠ dwarves.

However,⁠​ the dwarves were⁠ now very pleased‌‍ with the sight‌ of the young⁠​‍ spirit, so it⁠⁠⁠ seemed that no​‌ trace of the⁠‍ sword master had​‌ reached them.

Their​‌ way of checking⁠​⁠ the spirits through‍​​ scroll records was‍​‌ clearly quite different‍‌‌ from that of‌​‍ the elves.

“…Like​ I said yesterday,​ I’d like to‌ take a look⁠‍​ at your armor.”​‍

It⁠ was a sudden‌ request to ask‌‍‍ for the armor,‍‍​ but anyone here⁠​‍ could guess Sigurd’s‌⁠‍ intentions.

Sigurd’s‍​ eyes, which had‍ been widened by​ the monocle, still⁠‍⁠ looked nostalgically at‍‍ Vlad’s sword.

“Anyway,⁠⁠ I’d like to​​ take this opportunity‍ to modify some‌‌ of our ship’s⁠​ equipment.”

“…Are⁠​ you serious about‌⁠⁠ that?”

Vlad​⁠​ smiled to himself‍⁠ as he looked‍‌ at Sigurd, who​⁠⁠ nodded quickly.

Giving⁠​ up the sword​​ was an unpleasant​‌ experience, but the‍⁠ opportunity for the‍​ dwarves to inspect‌ the equipment was⁠⁠ certainly rare.

This‍ time, Vlad felt⁠ like he could⁠⁠ see why the⁠ West made such​​ efforts to keep⁠‌‍ the dwarves away.​​‍

“There’s‌‌‌ an empty smithy⁠‍ nearby…”

Although⁠‍ small and modest,‌‍ there was a smithy clinging to‍ Vlad’s memory.

Now⁠⁠⁠ no one uses‍⁠ it, it’s cooling​‍ down coldly, but​ I think it‌‌​ can work if⁠‌‌ it does a simple task.

“…?”‍‌‍

However,‌ Vlad turned his⁠‌ head when a hand urgently grabbed⁠​ him by the‌‍‌ collar.

There‍ was Zemina, with​⁠ her eyes wide‍ open as if‍‍ she were surprised.‌

‘No.⁠​ There!’

Even⁠​​ though she only​ looked at him⁠⁠ calmly, Zemina’s eyes‍ constantly spoke to​‍⁠ Vlad.

It‍‍ seemed that the‍​ redhead did not‌ want to yield‌‌ her precious smithy,⁠​ which held her‍‍ memories, to those⁠ drunkards.

***‌

“…That‌‌ will last for‍ a long time.”‌‌​

“It​ can’t be helped.‌⁠​ It’s the only⁠ vacant forge around.”‍‍‌

Harven‍‌ whispered to Vlad⁠ as he glanced⁠​ at Zemina, who⁠‍ was still tidying‍‍‍ up the table‍‌‌ with a clenched⁠‍‍ mouth.

It‍​​ had been like‌​ this since the‌ dwarves went upstairs​ to nap.

“Even⁠ if you say​‍⁠ that, please don’t‌ say it in⁠‌ front of me.”‌

It‌‌‍ probably wasn’t just‌ about the forge.⁠

She‍ must have been​‌ upset about Vlad’s⁠‌ indifferent response, sharing​‌⁠ the same memories.​‌⁠

Though‍ she had endured‍​‍ it for a long time, memories​ related to the​⁠⁠ ancient sword were⁠⁠‍ something even Zemina‍‍ couldn’t compromise on.‌⁠

“Anyway,‌​ how long have​ you been here?‍​ Don’t you know⁠ this has been‌⁠⁠ a restricted area‌‌‌ since yesterday?”

“You‍‌⁠ shouldn’t take out‌​ your anger on‌⁠ me. You two⁠‍‍ should resolve your‌‍ quarrel on your‌‍⁠ own.”

Harven‌​‍ smirked mischievously, trying​ to sidestep Vlad’s‌ question.

As‍⁠ he just mentioned,‍‌‍ Rose Smile had​ been off-limits since​‌ yesterday, but Harven‌ still wanted to‌‍​ sit with them.⁠‌‍

Because​​ he wanted to‌​‍ ride on their​ ship, which still⁠‍ gleamed before his⁠‌ eyes, just once.‌

“…So.⁠‌ Did you receive‍ something?”

“I⁠​ didn’t understand a thing, but I heard something.”

Although⁠‌‍ he knew it,‌⁠ he entered anyway,‌ and although he‌ realized, he wasn’t​‌ actually thrown out.⁠⁠

The⁠‍⁠ two had been​ on the same‌‌⁠ ship for a long time and​⁠ shared the common​​ interest of being‍​ able to communicate⁠ without even saying‍‍‌ anything.

“The​​⁠ ship the dwarves‌⁠‌ arrived on.”

“Eh.”​​

Harven​‍ lowered his voice‍⁠‍ as if he​ had heard a great secret.

Vlad,⁠​ following Harven’s lead,⁠​‍ also started listening‍​ intently.

As⁠‍ much as the‍ existence of the‌‍⁠ dwarves, the ship‌ they came on​‌ was one of⁠ the topics shaking‍‌ Soara, and it‍ was something even‍​​ Vlad, who didn’t‌⁠ know much about‌‍‍ ships, wouldn’t lose​ his attention over.‌‌​

“They​‌‍ say it heats‌ up the water⁠‌⁠ there.”

“What?”​​

However,​ as much as‌ he had high​ expectations, the response​​ he received was​​ completely absurd.

Heats‍⁠‍ up the water.‍⁠‌

They‍⁠ say then the‍‌⁠ water mill will⁠⁠‍ start turning.

“What‌ kind of nonsense‌ is that?”

“…I​‌ know. Now that‍‌ I say it,⁠ it’s ridiculous.”

There‌ are times when⁠​ something seems plausible‌​ when you have‍ it in your‍ head, but when‍ you say it‌ out loud, it‍‍ sounds quite bizarre.‌‍

Harven⁠​ suddenly made an⁠​​ expression that said​ this wasn’t true,‍‌​ but many steps⁠⁠ were skipped between⁠​ heating up the‍​ water and making‌ the water mill⁠‍​ work.

“What‍ do you mean⁠ by they built‌‌ a bathhouse on⁠​​ board the ship?”​

“No,‌ that’s water vapor…‌ What did they⁠ say after that?”‍⁠

He​‌ gave him a chance, but in‍ the end, Vlad⁠‌‍ clicked his tongue‌ while looking at⁠​ Harven, who ended​ up drinking in‌⁠ vain.

If‍​ he had unearthed‌‍ some secret about‍‌ the ship, it⁠ would have greatly‌​⁠ benefited him.

“I’m‍​ leaving. I have‌ to go to⁠ the town hall​​⁠ to report.”

“I’ll​ organize my thoughts⁠⁠⁠ today. You can‍ do it.”

“You‍​​ even drank the‍⁠​ alcohol that Hoover​‍‍ prepared with the‍ dwarves yesterday. You’ll​⁠‌ never remember.”

“…Ah.”⁠​​

When‌ Vlad mentioned that‍​​ he had been​‍ drinking alcohol and‍‌​ shouldn’t touch it,‌​​ Harven silently held​‍ his head.

From⁠‍ my experience of​ drinking it a few times, as‍ Vlad said, you‌ won’t remember what⁠⁠ happened yesterday.

“I’m‍ leaving.”

“Ugh.”‍

Leaving‌‍‍ behind Harven’s complaint-like‍ words, Vlad left‍‍‌ Rose Smile and‌ headed towards the⁠​​ town hall.

The​⁠​ hospitality he ordered‍‍ yesterday had been‍⁠‍ successfully completed, and​ satisfactory accommodation had‍‍ been prepared for​‌‍ them. Now, all⁠ that remained was​‍​ to report to⁠‌‍ Joseph.

“…I‌ guess I’ll have⁠ to take a look.”

Just​​ turn around a little.

As‍​ he spoke, Vlad‌‌‍ decided to stop‍​ by the old‍ forge for the‌⁠ first time in⁠‌​ a long time.‌‌⁠

It‍​​ was a path‌ he had walked‍​‍ almost his entire‍⁠‍ life, but walking‍‌‍ through an alley‌​ in broad daylight‍‌⁠ was just uncomfortable.​⁠‌

The⁠​​ appearance of day​⁠⁠ and night was​ clearly different, and⁠‍‍ the same was‌​⁠ true for the​⁠ ancient closed forge.⁠

Seeing​ his hometown after⁠‍⁠ so long felt‌ as uncomfortable as‍‌ it felt welcoming.​⁠

“There‌ are no signs⁠​ of anyone entering.”​​

It‌‍ was an empty⁠ house, but it​ was also a house where no‌ vagrant would come.​​‍

It‌ wasn’t really maintained,⁠​⁠ but anyone who​‍⁠ had been wandering​⁠‌ the alleys wouldn’t⁠‌ dare to invade‌​‍ this place related‍ to Vlad.

Click-‍‍​

Like‌⁠ a cold winter‌​ day, the forge’s‍​‍ door, which had‍‌ opened, was covered‍‍ in accumulated dust.‍⁠

The⁠ chair the old‌ man sat in​ and the old‍ anvil covered in⁠⁠ dust.

And‌​‍ even the small‌​​ anvil that was‌​ always lit.

“Is‌ this enough to‍‍‌ serve?”

Vlad​‍‍ looked around with⁠​ eyes as complex‌ as the accumulated⁠ dust, unable to⁠ decide whether it‍‍‍ would be good​ to hand over‌ that place to⁠ the dwarves.

He⁠ truly felt that​‌ it would be⁠⁠ better left as​‌​ a place of‍‌ memories, as Zemina‍⁠ had said.

—-!‍

However,⁠ unlike Vlad, who‍‌ was sighing, the‌​ young lizard peeked⁠​ its head out⁠‍ from the sword,‌ its eyes shining.⁠

Though​⁠⁠ it was chilly,​‍‌ it found it​ familiar.

The⁠ young lizard, who​ hesitated over the​ Flower of the​​ World Tree, clearly‌ remembered the old​​ blast furnace that‍ had burned with‍‌ the old man.​‍

“Well,‌‍ if you don’t‌ like it, I would have asked‌​‍ you to find‌‍ another blacksmith.”

The‌‍‍ friends who had⁠ been forging the‍​ sword together had‍ all gone one​‌‍ by one to‍ find a place​​ that suited them,​ but the young‌⁠​ lizard couldn’t find⁠‍‍ a place that​ fit its heart.​‌‍

But‌ that small, awkward​‌‌ blast furnace was‌​ more to its‌‌​ liking than any‌ other place it‌‌‌ had ever seen.‍‍

Clink-⁠

A young seed fell​ silently from the‍​ sword through the‌⁠‌ gap in the⁠​ silently closing door.‌‌‍

As⁠‍ the trembling seed⁠​ disappeared into the‍ blast furnace, a warm energy began‌⁠ to emanate from‌‍​ the forge, which⁠ had been silent‍‌ a moment ago.⁠‌

***​​

It‍‍​ was a familiar‍‌‍ wheat field, no‌ different from any​‌‍ other place, but⁠⁠ somehow it seemed‍​ as if a drop of black​‌‍ paint had been‌⁠ added to it.​⁠​

Is‍‌​ it just a feeling that not​‌ only the wheat​⁠ fields but everything‍‍ in this territory⁠‍‍ feels like this?‌⁠

“Justia.‌‌‌ Over here.”

“…”​​

Holy‍ knights who used⁠‍ to belong to‌ Saint Rogino but‍‍ now belong to‌‍ the Northern Orthodox‍⁠ Church.

They‌ were currently coming‍ to the territory​​⁠ formerly known as‌​ Baron Utman to⁠‌‍ check on the‍ forecast of the​​ evil being.

“It’s​ all rotten.”

“Not⁠⁠‌ just rotten.”

The⁠‍​ knight, as if​​​ indicating something, began‌​ to scatter the‍ grains between his‍​⁠ hands as if​‌ asking her to​⁠ take a look​‌‌ at this.

Even⁠⁠⁠ among the moldy‍⁠‌ grains, some still‌‍‍ retained their color.‍‍⁠

However,​‍ the things that‌​ were supposed to‌⁠ be inside the‍ wheat were not‌ visible.

“Even​ living beings are‍‌ reduced to straw.”‌

“…”‍

Justia⁠ looked at the⁠⁠ remnants of wheat‌⁠‌ fluttering helplessly from‍⁠ the top of⁠ her palm.

Broken⁠⁠⁠ wheat grains floating⁠​‍ helplessly in the⁠ wind.

“Why‌‍ did it end⁠‍ up like this‍​​ only here?”

It​ was the worst​‌ drought in history.‌

However,⁠ what was strange⁠‍ was that, except⁠‍ for Baron Utman,‍⁠ other places showed​⁠⁠ normal harvests as​⁠ in previous years.‌​​

Not​ only Justia but​ also the other‌​ paladins were left‌ speechless at seeing⁠​​ the fields as⁠ if they had​ been stamped with⁠⁠ an ink-covered finger.‌​‌

“I‍⁠​ need to investigate⁠ further. Let’s request‌‍ support.”

“Understood.⁠⁠⁠ Lady Justia.”

Even⁠‌ now, behind them,⁠ there were farmers‌⁠‍ crying, saying that‍‍ this year’s harvest​⁠‌ had been ruined.⁠‍

For⁠​​ them, who had​ no lord to⁠‌ protect them or​⁠⁠ land to accept,​ the black and​‌⁠ dead wheat fields​ would be like‌​ a death sentence.​​‌

“…”‍‍

Justia’s‍⁠‍ thin eyebrows made‌‌ deep marks between⁠‍​ her brows as‍⁠​ she looked at‌ them.

Baron​ Utman, who had​‍⁠ caused a great‍⁠‍ stir in the‌​ North, was no⁠​ longer there, but‍‌ the scars they‍‍⁠ left behind seemed‍⁠‍ to persist here.⁠‌‍

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