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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 174: People who returned (1)

Chapter 174: People who returned (1)

The⁠⁠⁠ sound of someone⁠​ praying echoed in​ the empty prison.‍‍‍

Although‍⁠ the stone floor​‍ felt the winter​ cold, the man⁠⁠ knelt reverently.

Bishop‍‌ Pedro chanted a prayer as he⁠‌​ looked through a small window in‌‌ the prison.

“…Dragulia​‌​ was helping and‍‌ instigating this.”

Gunther,‌‍ who was observing‌ the scene outside⁠​ the window, frowned⁠‌ at Pedro’s last​​ response.

Perhaps​‍⁠ they didn’t believe⁠ everything he said,⁠​⁠ but Monsignor Pedro⁠ was also deeply⁠​‍ connected to the⁠ current situation.

“Is​‍ there any reason‍ for someone bound‍ by an oath‍⁠⁠ to do something​​‍ like this?”

“I​​​ believe it’s now‌⁠ my turn to⁠​‍ ask a question.”⁠⁠‍

Pedro,‌‍‌ who had finished‍‌ praying, rose slowly.⁠

A Vatican bishop who​‌‌ returned to Moshiam‌‍​ to finish an‍⁠ unfinished job.

A small ray of‍​​ morning light floated‍‍​ behind his tall⁠⁠ and imposing figure.⁠‌

“Did‌ you happen to‍ tell the boy‍‍ from Bayezid?”

“What‍‌ do you mean?”‍‌‍

“The‍​ majestic will of‌ God. The sword​ of the faithful‍ that defeats the​ devil.”

Pedro’s​⁠​ eyes were sharp​‍​ as he stood⁠ in front of​ the bars.

Pedro⁠‍‌ and Gunther decided​ to exchange questions⁠‌​ and answers instead​‍ of foolish attempts⁠ like interrogations or‍​​ torture.

Pedro,‍​‍ who had honestly⁠​ answered Gunther’s question,‌ now posed the‌​ question he had​​ promised.

“Now,⁠ I ask if‍‍ the Northern Orthodox​‌‌ Church taught a man named Vlad‍​‌ the essence of​​ the Trinity.”

“…”‍⁠

The​‍ dark dawn from​‍⁠ yesterday.

There​‌⁠ was a majestic‌​ divine will rising‍ from the fog-filled⁠‍ city.

Indeed,​​ it was a column of light‍‍ so straight and​‍ tall that even⁠‍​ Pedro, who prepared‍​​ the magic, was​ surprised.

“I‌‌⁠ should have shared.​⁠‌ Is breaking away⁠​‌ from the central​⁠‌ headquarters and acting‍ as if they​⁠‌ were the owners​‌ just a whim‌‌‍ of the nobility?”​‌‌

That’s​ why Pedro has‌ no choice but​​ to suspect.

Because‍​‍ the sword that‌⁠‌ Vlad showed yesterday‍⁠​ was too grand‍‍​ to have been​ achieved by the⁠‌ improvisation of a single knight.

The‍⁠ essence of unity,⁠ which cannot be‍ achieved without learning,‍​ was clearly on‍ the tip of⁠ the young man’s‌ sword.

“If⁠‍ you wanted to⁠‍ sell something, you⁠⁠‌ should have sold⁠​‌ indulgences. If you⁠⁠⁠ forsake the church’s​ essence in that​ way…”

“We⁠‌ never taught him.”⁠

“…You‍⁠ never taught him?”‍‍

But​ his anger was‍ misdirected.

As‌‌ Gunther said, the⁠‌‌ Northern Orthodox Church​‌‍ has never taught‍⁠‍ any essence to⁠ outsiders.

“Then,⁠‌ by any chance,‍⁠​ is it Andreas?”⁠‍​

“Bishop​‍‍ Andreas is not⁠‍​ an exorcist. It’s‍ impossible for you‍‍‍ to know our​​ methods.”

There⁠ was an outcome,​​ but there was‌ no cause.

Pedro‌⁠ clearly witnessed the‌ merging of worlds⁠⁠⁠ at the tip‌⁠ of Vlad’s sword,⁠⁠ yet it is⁠⁠⁠ said that no‍‌‍ one taught him.‍‌‌

So,⁠ who guided the‍⁠ boy from Bayezid‌ along the way?‍​‍

‘Does​​ this make sense?’​

The‌‌‍ essence of the⁠​‌ Trinity can only‌​⁠ be used if⁠ there is an‍‍‍ authentic source.

For‌⁠ the essence to​⁠ stand alone, there​ had to be‌⁠ a ground that​ sustains all worlds.⁠‌

‘It’s‍⁠​ a skill that​‍‍ cannot be used‍⁠ if there’s no‌‌‍ one to properly‌ support it…’

Pedro’s‍​ divinity, Nibelun’s mystery,⁠‌ Vlad’s Aura.

And​​ the lowest source⁠‌ backing them.

Pedro‌​⁠ had no idea⁠‍‍ what kind of​⁠​ world lay beneath.​​

However,​​ one thing is​ certain: the world‌ of Aesongi originated‍‍​ from someone who⁠⁠ had much more​ knowledge than expected.​

Otherwise,​​⁠ there would be​‌‍ no way for​‌​ the light Vlad‌ wielded yesterday to​‌‌ cut down the⁠⁠ wicked Upside-down Sky‌ Tree.

***‍​

The‍‌ room was filled‌⁠‌ with the warmth‌ of the fireplace,​‌​ but Jean’s lips‍ were still blue‍‍​ as he lay‌​ in bed.

Vlad‍‌‍ couldn’t relax his⁠‍ stern expression as‌ he listened to‍‍ Jean’s increasingly shallow‍ breathing and watched​‌​ his lips turn‍‌ blue.

“About‍ three days left?”‌‌

“Maybe.‌ Right now, the​‌ leader is doing​‍ everything he can‍​ to find a way.”

It​‌ was said that‌ children infected with​ the curse displayed​‌⁠ common symptoms and​‌​ died.

Deep‌ sleep, similar dreams,⁠ and a progressively‍‌​ lower body temperature.⁠‍⁠

The‍ children, who slept‍⁠ fitfully when the​⁠ sun rose and​‍​ woke up only​‌‍ when it set,‌‌ trembling with chills,​⁠​ said they couldn’t​‌ hold on for⁠‌ a week.

And​ today was the⁠​ fourth day since‍ Jean fell under‍ the curse.

“He​‍ said please take‍ care of him.”​‌

Vlad‌​ felt depressed as​ he recalled Andreas‍⁠ saying he would​ take good care⁠​ of the young‌⁠​ deacon.

Then‌‍ he should have‌ somehow killed the‌‍ cursed tree.

If​‍ he had done​‌⁠ that, Jean wouldn’t​ have fallen asleep‍⁠ again.

“…”⁠‍

Justia‍⁠ looked worriedly at​⁠ Vlad, who didn’t⁠⁠ leave Jean’s side.⁠‍

Vlad‌ clearly blamed himself​ for exerting himself​‌​ despite needing rest.​

“Don’t‍‍‌ blame yourself too‌‍‍ much. No one‍ could have handled‍‍ it as well‌​⁠ as Lord Vlad​‍‌ if they faced⁠‌ that situation for‍ the first time.”‌‍

Nibelun,‌​‌ standing awkwardly by‌​ the door, nodded​ as if agreeing​⁠ with Justia’s words,‍‌‍ but Vlad, who‍ was actually involved,‌​ just looked down‌‌​ at Jean with‍⁠ his head bowed‍⁠ without responding.

“Are​‍ you busy?”

“Hey!”‍⁠‌

At⁠ that moment, Gunther’s​ voice suddenly echoed‍ in the silent‌ room.

The⁠ eyes of the⁠⁠‌ three were focused⁠⁠‍ on his presence,⁠ which not even​‌⁠ Nibelun, standing in‍‍⁠ the doorway, could‍​ sense.

“No.”‌⁠

“Then,‌‌ can I talk‍ to you two⁠‍ for a moment?”‌

His‌​‍ well-combed but slightly​⁠​ tousled hair gave⁠ a hint of⁠​‌ Gunther’s concerns.

However,‍​‌ Vlad’s bloodshot, red‍‌ eyes also elicited‍‍ pity, so the‌​ two, who shared​⁠ the same worries,‍ didn’t hesitate to‌​⁠ speak of it.​‍

“Let​ me apologize first.​​⁠ The reason we‍ tried to forcibly⁠​ retrieve Jean’s body​ was because we⁠⁠‍ believed we could​ break the curse⁠‌ with our own⁠​ strength.”

Vlad​ and Gunther, stepping‍‍⁠ out into the‌​‌ hallway, exchanged wary⁠​‍ looks.

Though⁠​ their first encounter⁠ was a bit‌​‌ different, now the​ two had to​ solve the same⁠‌​ problem.

“I‌⁠⁠ admit my shortcomings.⁠ It turned out​ to be bigger‌‌ than I expected.”​‌​

“I⁠ understand.”

“Alright.⁠‌ Can we say‌​ that the issue‌​ between us ends​​‌ here?”

“Because⁠ I have more​​‍ urgent matters.”

If‌⁠ you were in‍ a position like​‌ Gunther’s, there would​‍‍ be no need‍‌ to explain the‌‍⁠ situation to Vlad,‌ who was just‌ a knight.

However,‌‍ Vlad of Soara⁠ was the one‍ who cut down⁠‍ the Qliphoth tree,​ a symbol of‌⁠ the inverted sky,​ so this was‌‌ also an act​ of respect towards⁠⁠‍ Gunther’s way.

“The⁠​‌ situation is more‌ serious than I thought. The city‌‍ will be sealed‌ off soon. I plan to issue⁠‍​ an evacuation order‍ and clear out‍‍‍ this area.”

“What‌​‌ about Jean?”

“That’s⁠ the problem.”

There‍ was no doubt‍ that the Qliphoth‍‍‍ tree was the‍‌ cause of the⁠‍‌ current illness not⁠‌ only in Moshiam⁠​ but also in⁠ the Barony of‌⁠⁠ Utman.

Though⁠‍⁠ what they were​‌‍ trying to protect​​ was slightly different,​​ Gunther and Vlad⁠ agreed that the‍ cursed tree had​​ to be killed.‍​

“The​​‍ hole through which‌⁠ the tree escaped⁠⁠‌ has already become‌ a space beyond‍ the reach of⁠ God’s will. It​ means you can’t​⁠‍ physically touch it.”​​

The‌‌ hole in the​⁠‌ cemetery investigated by‍‌⁠ the Holy Knights‍⁠ was like a bottomless abyss.

It‍ looks like an‌⁠‍ entrance, but it⁠⁠ turns out to​⁠ be a trick.⁠‍​

You’ll​⁠‍ never reach the​ Qliphoth tree through‌ that hole, which‌‌ is as intangible⁠⁠⁠ as the faint⁠​‍ mist surrounding the‍⁠⁠ city.

“And⁠​‌ so? Is there‌‍ no solution, Captain?”⁠

“It’s‍ not that there’s​​ no way.”

With‌‌⁠ those words, Gunther‍ began to scrutinize​​​ Vlad closely.

Vlad⁠ was taken aback​‍​ by the look⁠ in his eyes⁠ as if it‍​​ were something new.‌​

“How⁠ old are you⁠ this year?”

“Why​‍‍ suddenly…”

“It’s⁠‌⁠ important, so answer‍ quickly.”

The‍⁠‌ question was mundane,‍‍ but the power‌⁠‌ it granted was​ significant.

It⁠​​ was the kind​⁠ of impulse that​ only those with‌ confidence and alternatives​ could exude.

“I’ll⁠‌‌ be twenty.”

“Your⁠ current age.”

“Twenty⁠ or two months⁠‍ less.”

“You’re‌​​ still nineteen.”

Vlad​ had increased his​ age, as was‌ customary in the​‍ alleys, but in⁠​‌ front of the‌​⁠ leader of the​​ Northern Orthodox Church,⁠ that was out‍‍⁠ of the question.⁠

“It’s​ impressive.”

Not‍‌ yet 20 years‍ old, but already‍​ here.

Gunther​⁠​ made a puzzled⁠​‍ expression as if⁠‍‍ Vlad’s young age​⁠ had struck him​​‌ again, but in​ the current situation,‌‍​ it seemed an​​‍ appropriate age.

“Why​⁠⁠ do you suddenly‍‌ ask my age?”‍

“I⁠ see an entrance‍ that’s still open.”​

The⁠⁠ Qliphoth tree, which​ is still devouring​​ the young deacon​​ and the baron,​ doesn’t belong to⁠ this world, so​‌ you can’t physically​‍ communicate with it,‌‍‍ and it’s already‌‌ hidden in darkness‌⁠​ and can’t be⁠​⁠ revealed.

However,⁠ Gunther managed to​​ find the only‌‌ way to communicate‍‍ with the tree.⁠‌

“It’s⁠⁠⁠ a curse only⁠​ children have.”

Gunther‌‌ pointed with his​‌ chin towards the‌‌ room where Jean​ lay.

“And‌⁠ right at this​‍‌ moment, there’s a knight standing in​‌⁠ front of me​​‌ who’s between adulthood⁠⁠‌ and youth.”

And‌⁠‍ this time towards‌ Vlad.

Now,‍ in front of⁠‌‌ Gunther, there was​⁠‍ a knight with⁠⁠ a strange appearance‍ who was mature‍‌ enough to be⁠​⁠ a child but​‌ still young enough‌‍‍ to be a young man.

“It’s‌‌‍ possible you can​‍​ reach that tree‌ through a dream.”​‌​

“…!”⁠​

At‌‍ Gunther’s words, Vlad​‍ remembered the dream​‍‍ he had in⁠⁠ Moshiam.

The⁠​​ darkness was like⁠ a mother’s embrace⁠⁠ and a distant⁠‍ bonfire.

The⁠‌⁠ dream where I escaped with the​​‌ help of the‍ voice was clearly⁠ the same dream‍⁠​ Jean had.

“And‌‌ the entrance is⁠ small, so only‌ you, who are‌⁠⁠ still young, can⁠ pass through.”

“…I​ understand.”

Faced‍​​ with Gunther’s gesture,⁠‍ a paladin standing​‌‌ in the hallway‍ quickly approached and⁠‌⁠ opened the box⁠‍ he was holding.​‍​

Inside‍⁠ the box was⁠ a shiny black‌ liquid, along with‍ a syringe that⁠ looked blunt.

“It’s‌‌‌ a curse extracted‍‍‍ from Jean. It’s​‍⁠ not perfect because​​‌ it’s urgent, but‍ this will also⁠‍ be able to⁠ connect your world‍​ with Jean’s.”

Gunther’s⁠‍ prediction was accurate,‌‍ and Vlad, confident​‌ thanks to his⁠ experience, silently nodded.​⁠

All‍ the entrances were⁠‍ blurry, but as‍‍ Gunther said, there⁠⁠​ was still one⁠⁠⁠ entrance that could‌‌ reach the tree.‍​

The‌ name of the‌⁠ entrance is Jean.‍​

The‌‌​ young deacon and​ the tree in⁠‌⁠ Qliphoth were still‌ connected by a thread called a dream.

“I‍​‍ won’t force you.”​

The⁠ black liquid dripping​⁠‍ from inside the⁠‌⁠ syringe is sinister.‌⁠‍

The‍‍‌ same color as⁠‌ the tears of‍ a woman wandering​​​ in search of⁠ her son.

It‍‌ would be a lie to say‍ I didn’t shiver​‌​ at the sight⁠‍‍ of that all-too-familiar​‌ color.

“Let’s‍ do it. I’ll‍​‍ go.”

But⁠‍‌ Vlad decided not‍‌ to hesitate in⁠ taking the syringe.​‌‍

Jean,‍​​ who now trembled⁠​ as if standing‍⁠ in mud, would‍ also need a light to lean‌ on.

“Now⁠‍‌ I can finally‌ live up to⁠‌‌ the name given​ to me by‌ the bishop.”

“I‍‍ understand.”

After​⁠‌ confirming Vlad’s determination,​‌ Gunther nodded.

Well,⁠ he must have⁠‍ had this level⁠​ of power to‌​ be able to‍ build the reputation‌‍ he has now⁠⁠ at such a young age.

“I’ll‍‍‍ definitely come prepared.⁠ Please wait a moment .”

With‌ a gesture from​‍ Gunther, the door‍⁠⁠ to the room‍ opened again.

There​‍‌ were Justia and​‌ Nibelun, who waited‍‍ for him with‍⁠‌ perplexed expressions.

And‌⁠ even the image‍ of Jean still‍‌​ lying down and⁠‍ breathing weakly.

“Ha…”‌

With⁠ a brief sigh,​⁠‍ Vlad walked over​ to the bed​​ where Jean lay⁠​ and took the‍ young deacon’s hand.⁠‍

Jean’s⁠​⁠ hands, clasped again,‍ were a little‍‍⁠ colder than before.‍

It​ was a small‍‌ hand that would⁠‌‌ probably permanently stiffen⁠​ after three days.⁠

***​⁠‌

There⁠‌ was no time,‍​ a decision was‌‍ made, and preparations​ were completed.

Now​​ there’s only executing‌‌​ the plan left.‌​

Vlad,‍‍‌ lying next to​ Jean, closed his​‍⁠ eyes as he​ listened to the‌‌​ prayer recited by‌ Gunther himself.

The‍‌​ bed next to​ Vlad was already​⁠ filled with the​⁠ paladins and priests‌ Gunther had selected.⁠⁠

Unable‌⁠ to open his​‍ eyes to check,‌ but I believe⁠‌ Justia was probably‍‌ reciting the same‍⁠ prayer I heard‍‍ along with them.‍

“Tsk!”‌

A sudden feeling of​‌‍ numbness in the‍​ back of the​ neck.

With​‍‍ that sensation, Vlad​​‌ gritted his teeth‌‌‌ as if being‍ sucked in.

The⁠ strangely warm sensation​ reminded him of⁠​ his mother’s embrace,‍⁠⁠ but the chill​ running through his⁠‍ blood made Vlad​⁠ shiver constantly.

“Mmm…”⁠⁠

Despite⁠ how warm it​⁠‌ was, the terrible‌‍ sensation subsided.

When​‌ he opened his‍‌‌ eyes, the first‌‍ thing he saw​⁠ was total darkness.‌​

Jean,‍ who was by​‍​ his side, and‌‌ the prayer I heard had vanished‍ into the total‌⁠⁠ darkness.

“I⁠ came to the⁠⁠⁠ right place.”

The‍⁠‍ bonfire I had⁠ seen at that⁠‌ moment wasn’t visible,​⁠ but Vlad felt‍⁠ he had come‍ to the right‍​‍ place and silently⁠⁠​ took a deep‍​‍ breath.

“Mmm?”⁠

Just​‌ like back then,‍​⁠ everything was dark,‍‍​ but there was⁠‍⁠ one thing that‌‌⁠ was a little​⁠ different.

When‌ he raised his‌‍ head, he saw​‌​ a light.

It​ seemed like starlight‍⁠‌ breaking through black‌ clouds.

-If⁠ you’re lost where⁠‍‍ you need to​ go, follow the​​ light I’m sending​⁠​ you.

Gunther​⁠ didn’t leave all‌​ the burden solely‌ on Vlad.

For⁠ Vlad, wandering through‌⁠ the world of‌‍​ curses, Gunther volunteered‍​ to be his‍ guide.

He’s‌‍‍ probably still quietly‌‍‌ reciting a prayer‌‍ alongside Vlad to‍ maintain the starlight.​‌‍

“Alright.”‍⁠

Vlad⁠ still couldn’t relax‌ from the cold⁠ surrounding his body.⁠​‍

However,‍‌ Vlad froze again​ when he saw‍‍ a hand protruding‌⁠⁠ from the darkness.‌

[I‌​ told you to​‍‌ flee.]

I hear a familiar‍‍ voice along with​ a protruding hand.​‍‌

Vlad,​​‌ recognizing the man’s⁠​ identity by that‌⁠​ voice, smiled a little.

“What‌​‍ can I do?​‌ You have to‍‌ pay what you‍​‌ owe.”

[Anyway,‌ knights are famous‌⁠ for not listening.]‍⁠

There’s‍ received grace and​‌ there’s a vow​ to fulfill.

The​‌ voice in the‍ darkness had no‍ choice but to⁠​​ awaken Vlad, who‍‌ returned to protect⁠‌ them.

Perhaps‍​‍ this guy rolling⁠​⁠ on the ground‌⁠ came back for‌‍⁠ what I said.⁠

[Let’s​ go. I’ll guide​​‌ you.]

“It‌⁠​ feels strange to‌‌ touch you with‍⁠​ my own hands.”⁠​‌

Vlad‌‍ smiles, amazed by‍‌ the fact that​ he’s actually touching​⁠⁠ the voice he‍‍​ just heard.

The‌⁠ voice said, looking‌​ at the young‌⁠ man like that,‌⁠‍ who ended up​ laughing to himself.‍​⁠

[You‍‍ stupid kid.]

The‌‌ two worlds that‍​ had finally made‌‌ contact embraced each⁠‍⁠ other like this.​‌

Just​ like when they⁠​⁠ signed the contract⁠⁠‍ for the first‍‌⁠ time, the starlight​ in the night‌‌⁠ sky shone upon‍‍⁠ them.

***‌

All‍ the worlds within​‌ this world are‍⁠ precious, but not‌ all can be​ protected.

Yet,​⁠‍ you are the‌‌​ ones who vowed‌‌‍ to protect.

If‌ you are where‍ you should be,​⁠‍ if you are⁠​⁠ in the right⁠‌⁠ moment, do not⁠ hesitate.

That‌⁠⁠ will be my‍​‌ second rule.

Do‌⁠⁠ not hesitate to‌ fulfill your oath‌​‍ and become a beacon that illuminates​‌​ the darkness. My⁠⁠ knights.

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