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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 170: There is a voice calling in the dark (1)

Chapter 170: There is a voice calling in the dark (1)

The​‍‌ moonlight shadow was‍⁠⁠ cast over the⁠⁠ city of Moshiam.‍

A city without a lord and a city that had‌​⁠ not yet escaped‌⁠ the scars of⁠‍ war.

Although‌⁠‍ Moshiam had been​⁠ taken by forces​‌⁠ sent from the‌‌‌ center, it was​​‍ still abandoned, with⁠ broken gates left‍​ unrepaired.

“Sigh…”⁠

So​‍ now, the only‌ ones guarding Moshiam‌⁠ were soldiers who⁠‌ seemed to lack‍⁠ motivation.

The​⁠ soldiers, now asleep,⁠ were troops sent‍‍ from the Northern‍​⁠ Union and did⁠ not have the‌⁠ proper affection or‌‌ responsibility for this⁠‍ city.

“Pedro.‌‍‌ It’s done.”

“Yes.”​⁠

There⁠‌​ were people observing⁠‌‍ their careless posture​ from afar.

The⁠ guards felt that⁠ tonight’s darkness was‍ softer and stickier,​⁠⁠ though they didn’t‌‍ know why.

It‌ started with just⁠⁠ one, but soon‍ yawns were heard​⁠ all around.

The⁠⁠⁠ guards’ eyelids began​‍ to feel heavy‍ as the softness⁠​‌ of the night​⁠⁠ seemed to gently​​ stroke their hair.​

“I‍‌ fell asleep.”

The⁠ guards who were‌‍ paying attention may​ have thought it‌​‌ was a short‌ time, but for‍​ some, it was​ enough time to⁠​ slip through the​‌​ castle gate.

The‍‍‍ strangers who sent​​‍ the blessing of⁠ peace over the​‍ flowing darkness managed​‍ to enter the‌​ city of Moshiam‍ without any restriction,‌​‍ as they intended.‌‌​

“Moshiam…”⁠‍

A sleeping guard, a broken castle gate.‌‌​ And unidentified individuals‌ passing through them.‍

Pedro‌ paused for a moment among the⁠‍​ passing crowd and​ looked towards the‍⁠‌ broken castle gate.‌

“Are​⁠‍ you saying all​ of this was‍ destroyed on purpose?”​⁠

A tall man whose‍‌ height did not‌​ match his skinny‍​​ frame.

When‌ he removed his⁠ hood, it could‌‍ be seen that‍ an old rosary,⁠ symbolizing the Vatican,‍‌ hung from his​​​ chest.

***​‌​

There‌ were three people⁠‍‌ walking through the​ morning mist.

Two‍ people riding a black horse and⁠‍​ a young donkey.‌⁠⁠

“Ha…‍​ ha.”

And​​ even a beastman‌​ without any horse.‌⁠

“You‍‌⁠ barely walked that​ and you’re already⁠ out of breath?”‍​

“No,‍ it’s just a little hard to‌​​ keep up.”

“Didn’t‌‌‍ you say all​‌ beastmen have good​ physical strength? That’s‌​⁠ what I heard.”‌‌‌

“It​‍ all depends on‌​ individual differences. You⁠⁠‌ shouldn’t get caught‌‍​ up in prejudices.⁠⁠‍ Sir.”

“No,⁠ it’s because now‍⁠ you have to⁠‌ act according to​​‍ your prejudices or​​ you’ll be in‌​ trouble.”

“…”⁠‍

Nibelun,‍‌‍ panting as he‍ walked, quickly closed‌ his mouth when‌‌‌ Vlad started scolding‌ him.

Contrary⁠ to his appearance,‍⁠ this knight, who‍‍ had a twisted‍‌ mindset, still didn’t‌ let his guard⁠‍‍ down against Nibelun.​

“Here’s‍⁠ the water.”

“Oh⁠⁠ my. Thank you,⁠⁠​ Priest.”

“I’m⁠⁠ still just a deacon. You can’t‍⁠ call me priest.”‍‍

“Yes.‌ Even so, the​​ way you act‌‌ already makes you⁠‌‌ a great priest.”⁠⁠

Nibelun’s‍ ears perked up​​‍ as he took‌ the water bottle⁠‌‍ handed to him‍​ by Jean.

Jean,‌‍ who had seen‌ beastmen for the‍ first time through⁠⁠ Nibelun, looked at‍ them in astonishment.‌​‌

“We’ll​‌ reach Moshiam in​‍‌ a while, so‌​ keep your mouth‍‍ shut.”

“Yes.”​‍

“Just‍ like in the⁠‌⁠ last village, don’t‌⁠ hesitate to say‌ what you want​⁠‌ without saying anything.”‍⁠‍

“…Yes.”‌⁠​

I don’t know if‌ it was a reprimand or a warning, but there‍⁠‍ was a good‍‌ reason why Vlad‌​⁠ made such a request.

‘They‌ say he won’t‌ say anything, but…’‌

Although‌​ it was only‌​ a few days‌ of travel, Vlad‍​‌ could vaguely understand​‌‌ a person named‍‍ Nibelun.

A man possessed by​‍ a strange passion.​‌​

A man named Nibelun​‍‍ might seem normal‌​⁠ normally, but he‍ was a person‍‍‍ who suddenly took⁠ on the appearance‍ of a madman​‍‍ in the field⁠ where he was⁠​⁠ working.

And​‍‍ Vlad, who had‌ lived in alleys‍‍ for a long⁠⁠⁠ time, knew well​⁠ that these kinds​ of people were‌⁠‍ the most dangerous.‌

“Stop‌​ right there! Get​‍ off the horse⁠‌‌ and identify yourself!”‌⁠

Even‌‌​ as he struggled​ to walk, I approached my destination⁠​⁠ and finally, in​‌ the distance, I could see the‍ castle wall beyond‌ the thick mist.‍​​

Moshiam.‌ A city harboring​‍ a strange being.​

The​‌⁠ guards guarding the‌ place saw three‍ people approaching the​​⁠ gate and blocked‌⁠ the way.

“Beastmen?”⁠

“Hello.‌ Nice to meet‌ you. This is‌ the first time‌ we’ve met, right?”⁠

Nibelun’s⁠​ greeting was appropriate​‍‍ for the situation,⁠‌ but somewhat unsettling.‍​

Although⁠ he had been‍‌ told to keep‌ his mouth shut,‍‍​ Vlad frowned when⁠​‌ he saw Nibelun‍‌⁠ talking to the⁠⁠‌ guard.

“Is‌ this your first‌‌⁠ time in this​​ city?”

“Yes.‌ It’s my first⁠⁠‍ time, but I really wanted to​ come in. The‍ broken gate is⁠ great.”

“…”‌⁠‌

It⁠‌⁠ only takes a brief conversation to​‌‍ distinguish between the‍ normal and the‍‌ abnormal.

The⁠ guard had already⁠⁠⁠ discovered some distorted⁠​ pieces in Nibelun’s⁠‌‍ conversation.

Like⁠ a warning from⁠​ the previous village,‍⁠ which sounded like​⁠ a curse, Nibelun‍ was a person​⁠⁠ who didn’t understand​​ others’ world.

“There‌ boy. Get off​‌⁠ the horse and⁠⁠ identify yourself.”

A pale young knight,‌​ a young deacon,⁠​​ and a strange​ beastman.

Seeing​‌‌ the combination that‍‍ seemed even more​ suspicious than when⁠​​ it was in‌⁠‍ the mist, the​⁠‌ guards of Moshiam⁠ lowered their spears‍‌ mercilessly.

“Do‍ I have to‍‌​ get off?”

“Don’t‌⁠ be ridiculous and‌​ get down. I dragged the tribe‍ of the beastmen,​ so you don’t⁠‌‍ plan to enter‌ quietly, do you?”‍⁠​

“Well,⁠ that’s true.”

Indeed,⁠ I’ll do the⁠​‍ same.

Nibelun’s⁠‌⁠ expression, still smiling‌​ cheerfully, seemed somewhat‍‌ strange, as if⁠‍ wearing a mask.‌

Even⁠‌ if beastmen weren’t​​ welcome, Nibelun’s current‍​‍ appearance was enough‍‌⁠ to stop them.‍‌

“Please‌‍ reveal your identity​‍ and purpose for‍‌⁠ coming here.”

“Wait⁠‌ a moment. I left it here.”‍​

The‌ guard in front‌⁠ of the suspicious‌​ individuals had a sharp tone, but​⁠ Vlad in front‍ of him was​​ actually calm.

“All‌‍ right. Here you⁠‍ go.”

What​⁠⁠ if Nibelun is‍‌ strange and Jean​⁠​ is young?

The‌​​ boy who didn’t‌​⁠ even have the​ qualifications to enter‌ and exit through‌ the castle gate​ and was digging⁠​ holes was no‌‌⁠ longer there.

Vlad,‌ who is here⁠‍​ now, was a person who could‍ open closed doors‍‌⁠ not only for‍ himself but also‌⁠ for others.

“Take‌​⁠ it.”

“Huh?”‌

Things‌‌‌ that are handed‍‍ out so casually.⁠⁠

The​ items were handed‍ over indifferently, but⁠ the guard’s expression‍‍​ began to harden​​ as he inspected‍ them.

“This‍⁠ is a certificate⁠‌ made in Soara…‍ For your information,‌‌⁠ Count Bayezid personally‍ put his seal‍‌ on it.”

“Ugh.”​​‍

“And⁠ this is a confirmation letter from‍‍ Bishop Andreas.”

“Ugh!”‌

“I‍‌ am the knight​‌ named Vlad. Wait​​ a moment, Bayezid’s​⁠ emblem is engraved​ on the pommel.”⁠

A knight directly appointed​‍​ by Count Bayezid⁠⁠ and guide to⁠​ a young deacon⁠​ guaranteed by Bishop⁠ Andreas.

And​​ the Northern knight‌‍ who can already​ prove his worth​‌ just with his‍‌‍ name. Vlad.

“This​‍‍ identity card was⁠⁠‌ granted directly by‌‍ the Church of​⁠ Varna, and if‍ you look here,‌ Bishop Andreas’s guarantee⁠ is engraved on‌ it.”

“I’m​⁠ sorry, I’m sorry…”‍‍

Jean’s‍ face turned pitiful⁠ as he looked‌‍​ at the guard.​‍⁠

The‌ evidence Vlad presented‍ one after another​⁠ was too heavy​⁠ for a single​​​ guardian to accept.⁠​‌

Every⁠ time Vlad took⁠‌ something from his‍​ arms, the faces⁠⁠‍ of the guards‌ around him turned⁠ black.

“May‍ I pass now?”​​​

“Please,⁠​​ go ahead…”

Vlad​​⁠ was smiling at‌‍⁠ the guards, still​ looking like a child.

He​‌ seemed like a child who wanted⁠ to look bright.‌‌​

***‌‌​

When‌​ Vlad crossed the‍⁠ castle gate, he‌⁠‌ looked at the​‌​ flags waving above‌‍ it.

Although‌‍ it was difficult⁠‍‍ to identify them‍‍‍ clearly due to‍ the fog, there​​​ were certainly some⁠ familiar flags hanging​‍ among them.

‘Baranov,‌ Bayezid, and Hainal…’‌‌‍

Seven‍ flags representing the​​ North.The only thing‌⁠​ that has changed​​ is that Utman’s‍ flag has been‍ lowered and Hainal’s‌ new flag has‌‌ been hoisted.

Like‍⁠⁠ the appearance of‌ not one but‌ several flags waving,‍​ the city of​ Moshiam was currently⁠‌ being administered under‌ the name of‌ the Northern Union,⁠ a community without​​ the rule of⁠‌ any lord.

“Follow⁠​ me! I will‌ guide you!”

“Yes.”​

Moshiam,‍‍‌ which we entered‌‌ following the guidance‍​​ of overly disciplined‌ guards, seemed somewhat​⁠⁠ unsettling.

It‌⁠ was clearly a road cutting through⁠ the city, but‌‍ there were only⁠ closed shops around.​‌​

I don’t know if‍‍​ it was because‌​ of the thick⁠​‍ fog, but I couldn’t even see‌ people coming and⁠‍⁠ going, giving off​‌⁠ a strange atmosphere.⁠⁠‌

“There⁠‌​ is so much​⁠⁠ silence…”

“That’s​‌ why the deacon‌​ came here. This​ is a city‍ that needs the​‍⁠ word of God​‍ more than ever.”⁠‍‍

Vlad‌ looked at Jean,‍ who shrank at‍ the sight of‍‌⁠ an unfamiliar city,‍ and comforted him‍⁠ with a warm‌‍ voice.

As‍‍ Vlad said, the‍​‌ city of Moshiam‍⁠ is a place‍ that needs the‌⁠‌ comfort of God⁠‌​ more than any‌‍‍ other city in‌⁠‌ the North.

Andreas​‍ said that not‍ only Jean, but‍⁠‌ also most deacons​ who reached the‌​ time, would head‍‌‌ to Moshiam.

“Seeing​⁠ the foggy area⁠​‍ reminds me of‌⁠ that time. I’m‌⁠ sure you can​ handle it.”

“Are⁠ you leaving today?”‌‍

Although‍ he had acted⁠⁠‍ bravely up until⁠ now, Jean was‌​‌ still just a boy.

Jean,‍‌ who knew very⁠‌ well that the‍‌ mission of the‍‍​ knight who had‌⁠‌ reliably protected him‌ up to that⁠​ point ended here,⁠ looked at Vlad‍ with concern.

“I⁠ won’t leave right‍‌‍ away, but I’ll​⁠ probably stay here‍‌ for a while.‌‌ For about a week.”

“Ah.‌ Thank God.”

Vlad​‍‌ smiled faintly as‍‍ he looked at‍ Jean, who unconsciously​⁠⁠ breathed a sigh‍ of relief.

Although‍​ this was the‍ beginning of his⁠​⁠ journey on his​ own, it was‍ also a moment⁠‍‌ when the young‌‍ deacon needed help⁠‍ from someone.

‘Take⁠‌ good care of​ him.’

Vlad⁠⁠ knew well why⁠‍ Andreas had joined​‌⁠ Jean.

It‍​‍ must have been⁠⁠ a need for‌‌‌ a guardian who‍ came from the⁠ heart, not just‍‍ a simple mission.​‍‌

Although⁠ he was subject⁠ to the rules​⁠⁠ of the church,⁠‍ the young deacon​⁠ whom he had⁠​‍ raised since he⁠ was a baby‍​ was something that‍ went beyond being⁠⁠ a disciple of​‌‍ Andreas.

“Wait‍ a moment.”

“Yes?”‌⁠⁠

So‍⁠ now Vlad was‍ blocking Jean’s path.‍‌⁠

From⁠‌⁠ the moment he⁠‌⁠ entered the city,‍‌⁠ his duty as​ a guide had‍‌‍ ended, but Vlad‍​ still didn’t hesitate‍‌⁠ to call himself‌‍ Jean’s protector.

“The‌ guard up ahead.⁠‍ Wait for a moment.”

Jean⁠​ and the guard⁠​ were puzzled by​​⁠ Vlad’s sudden voice.⁠

However,⁠‍‌ Nibelun’s eyes, a beast race, were‌ sharp-eared and followed​‌⁠ the sound coming⁠ from beyond the‌ fog.

“Someone​ is crying.”

“…”⁠​

“I‌​​ think it’s a woman.”

The⁠⁠‍ sound coming from‌‌‌ beyond the invisible​‍ fog was the‍​⁠ cries of a woman.

A low, shallow but⁠‍​ continuous crying.

After‍‌⁠ seeing the fog,‌​ the woman, and‌⁠ the sound of​​ crying, Vlad slowly‌ placed his hand⁠‌ on the scabbard,⁠ feeling a sense‌⁠ of déjà vu‌ as if he⁠ had experienced it⁠⁠‌ some time ago.​​​

“Black,⁠ dark…”

In‌ the middle of⁠​ a city street‌ with no one‌​ around.

Jean‌‌ and the guards,⁠​ who finally saw‌⁠‌ the approaching cry,​‌ swallowed dry saliva‍‍ and turned their‌​‌ heads in the⁠⁠ direction where the‌‍‌ sound was coming‌‍⁠ from.

“Please​‌ find the child.‍ Son, is this⁠‍ my child…”

What⁠‌⁠ emerged from the‍​ thick fog of⁠⁠ the city was‌​ a woman crying.‍

The‍ woman, carrying an​‌‍ empty diaper on⁠ her back, saw‍​‍ the guard, collapsed⁠⁠ onto him, and​​ began to cry‌​‍ bitterly.

“What’s⁠ happening?”

The‌‍‍ atmosphere was similar,‍⁠ but they were​ not the same⁠‍‌ entity.

The⁠​‍ woman who was‍⁠‌ now crying was‌​ nothing special, nor⁠​​ was she shedding​ dark tears.

“Oh,‍​‍ this is…”

The‌ guard holding the‌‌⁠ crying woman helplessly‌​‌ looked worried and‍‌​ explained the situation⁠‍​ to Vlad.

“There‍‌ are quite a few crazies like​‍‍ this in this‍⁠ city.”

“Why?”‌

“That’s…”‍

The‌‍ guard, who hurriedly⁠​ handed the woman‍⁠​ over to another‌ soldier, scratched his‌⁠ head.

“They⁠ say that the‌‌​ evil here harmed⁠ many children. Although⁠ I don’t know‍ the details.”

The‍ crying woman suddenly‌​ walked towards Jean‌​⁠ and took the‌ empty diaper he⁠‍​ was carrying.

There​‌ was no way​ Jean could have‍ gotten in there,‍⁠‌ but the crying‌⁠ woman seemed to‍ be having difficulty‍ bearing the absence‍‌ of the empty⁠​ diaper.

“There⁠‌⁠ are very few⁠‍⁠ children in this‌ city up to⁠⁠‌ the age of‌⁠ deacon. Even if‌ they do, their​​‌ parents don’t want‍‍ to send them.”​⁠‌

“…Is‍‌⁠ that so?”

Vlad​​ silently caressed his​⁠‍ chest as he⁠​ listened to the⁠⁠ cries of the​​ woman drifting further‌ away from the‌‌‌ soldiers.

An‌‍ armor granted by​‌‍ the elves and‌ repaired by the‌ dwarves.

The‍ message I received⁠ from Saint Rogino‌‍ still remained in‌ the chest of‌‍‌ the armor, which‌ was warmer than​ before.

***‍‍​

“I’m⁠​‍ sorry. The leader‍‌‍ is currently absent.”‍

“I‌ understand. I came⁠‌ suddenly. I’ll wait.”‍

The​ town hall, now​​ empty, was occupied​‌‌ by knights of‍ the Northern Orthodox⁠ Church.

“Mmm…”‌‌‌

Vlad‌ sat on a chair, waiting for‌​‍ the leader who‍⁠‍ had departed on‌ a mission, and​‌ quickly suppressed a yawn.

‘I’m​‌‍ so sleepy.’

Seeing⁠ Jean and Nibelun‍⁠​ sleeping on his⁠ shoulder, Vlad forced‌ himself to open‍ his eyes and​⁠ wiped away some​⁠ languid tears with​ his fingers.

However,‌⁠ once sleep started⁠ to descend, it‌​ became heavy, and‍⁠ his eyelids stuck‌⁠‍ together and wouldn’t‍‍ easily open.

“Eww…”‍⁠

The‌‍⁠ air inside the​ building was warm,​‌⁠ unlike the cold‌ outside.

The‌‍ camping we had‌‍ been doing for‌ the past few‌ days and the⁠⁠ relief of finally‍‍​ reaching our destination.⁠‍

Vlad‌⁠⁠ crossed his arms,‍‌​ thinking about the‍ leader who could‌ arrive at any​ moment, then lowered‍⁠ his head and​‍‌ fell asleep.

***‌

Let’s‍‍‍ spin, let’s spin‍​​ around the matches.‍

Let’s‌ joyfully sing around‍⁠ the matches.

Until‌‍ the red hair‍​ turns black.

Until⁠‍ the song we‍‍⁠ were singing ends…​⁠

“…”‌⁠

A dark yet bright‌ place.

Was‍​ there even a festival?

I could hear children​​ singing from the‌ front.

In⁠‌​ the dream where⁠​‌ I was immersed⁠ in a swamp,‍‌ there was a big bonfire, and‍ the bonfire had​ a calm flame‍​ that illuminated the‍⁠ dark surroundings.

“…”​

The‌ space of my​ dream was a comfortable place, like‍‌⁠ a mother’s arms.​

This​‍ is a safe‍‍ and happy place.​‍

Feeling​‌ this way, Vlad‍‍​ unconsciously began to‌‌ laugh as the‌ children laughed and​ talked in front⁠ of him.

It‌‍‌ would be great‍​​ if there were​‌ also a place​ like this in​‌​ the dark alleys.⁠

Vlad,‌‍ who suffered in​⁠‍ a place where⁠​‍ he was always⁠ cold and hungry,‌ slowly advanced, drawn‌‍ by the warmth⁠‍‍ provided by the​ bonfire.

Inside​ that bonfire was​ everything Vlad had‍‍ wanted as a child.

Hot‍​‍ soup, a shelter‍ with a roof,‌‌ a cozy blanket,‍ and even his‍‍​ mother’s laughter.

They​⁠ were all waiting​‍⁠ for Vlad inside‌ the bonfire.

Spin,​‍⁠ spin, spin around‌​ the party.

Until‍​‌ the song I was singing ended.⁠‍

Until​​ all who were‍ called fell.

[Vlad!]​​

“…!”​

In‍‌‌ an instant, I felt unbearable pain‌ in my shoulder.​‍‌

Though​⁠‌ it was just⁠​ a dream, Vlad⁠‍‍ suddenly regained consciousness‌ and looked back‌ with a surprised‍​‍ expression.

[Get​⁠‍ out of this‌‍ city right now!]⁠⁠​

Then,‍ I looked back‌ at the place.⁠

An‌‍‍ unknown man with​⁠​ a darkened face⁠​ was shouting at‍ him.

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