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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 176: People who returned (3)

Chapter 176: People who returned (3)

-Even⁠ though I walk‍ through the dark​⁠ valley, I am‌‍⁠ not afraid, for‍‌ I know He⁠⁠‌ guides me.

Each‌ person’s voice was​‍​ different, but they‍ all memorized a prayer.

A faint scent of‌ incense wafted along‍ with the sounds‍⁠​ of prayers recited​​ by the Orthodox‌ priests.

There‌​​ was only one‍⁠‍ stick of incense⁠⁠⁠ in the censer,‍‌ but the smoke‌‍ it produced was​​ thick and still⁠​ filled the area‍‌‌ around the bed‍ where Vlad and‌​ Jean lay.As if‌‍​ trying to dispel‌‌​ the fog that‍‍ filled the surroundings.‍

“…!!”​‍‍

At​‍ that moment, Gunther,​‌​ who had been⁠⁠‍ memorizing the prayer​ for a while,‍⁠ opened his closed‍​ eyes.

‘What’s‍‌‍ this?’

A sinister feeling that‌‍ cannot be described⁠⁠ in words.

Before​​ I knew it,⁠ the hairs stood‌‌ up on the‌ back of my‍ hand as I held it tightly​​⁠ to pray.

It⁠ was a warning‌​ issued by the‍​ instincts I had‌‌ developed throughout my​⁠ life.

“…Captain!”⁠

Gunther’s​​ assistant approached, shouting,​‍ piercing through the‍​ clear sounds of‌ the prayer.

He,⁠ who had decided‌‍ to stay outside‌‌ the door during​​ the ceremony, was‍ now looking at‍‍‌ Gunther with a very anxious face.​‍

“Outside​‍ is unusual. I think you should⁠ go out right‍ now.”

“…”‌​

He‌‍ was an assistant‍⁠ who always faced‍‍ situations calmly, but‍‌‌ now the end⁠⁠‌ of his words⁠​​ trembled.

It‌⁠ was as if‌​​ he had seen‌‌​ something he couldn’t‌‍⁠ handle.

“…I​‌ understand.”

In‌ a few words,​‌ Gunther was not‍⁠ the only one​‍ who heard the‌​ assistant’s report.

Justia,​ who was praying‍⁠⁠ beside him, looked⁠‌‌ at Gunther trying​‌ to get up​​​ with a perplexed‍ expression.

“Do‌‌ it for me.​‌ The only person‍ who can replace‍⁠ me now is⁠‌‍ you.”

There‍ was a starlight‍‍‍ that followed Vlad‍ into Jean’s dream.⁠‌​

It​⁠⁠ was a signal⁠⁠ indicating to people⁠​⁠ not to get‍⁠ lost, a thread‌‌ that should not⁠​⁠ be let go⁠‍‍ of, but now‌‍‍ the starlight was​​⁠ trembling slowly.

The‌ fog in the‍ city of Moshiam‍⁠​ was thickening.

With​‍‌ small shadows suddenly‌​ emerging from inside​‌⁠ the carriage in​​ which the woman​⁠​ traveled.

-Go⁠⁠ find him. To‍⁠ your home.

The​‍‍ children who jumped‌ from the carriage⁠‌‍ were happy to⁠ see Moshiam for‌​‍ the first time⁠‍⁠ in a long‍ time.

This‍ was the children’s⁠‌ hometown and a place they longed⁠ for.

***‍⁠

Kuuuung!⁠

“Tsk!”‌​

Vlad‍ stumbled at the‍ sudden jolt.

“What​​​ happened?”

[It​‍‍ has sunk.]

Kihano,‍‌ who had blocked​ the chapel door‌ with his back,⁠ began to click‌⁠ his tongue as​ he saw the‍​ dust falling.

“What​‍⁠ has sunk?”

[You⁠ saw it too,‍​​ didn’t you? The‌‌ tree floating in‌‍ the air.]

Jean’s‌ dreams were slowly​ being eroded, and‍​ above them rose⁠⁠‍ the Qliphoth tree,‌​ the subject of​ the curse.

And​‌ the tree’s branches,⁠‌⁠ which were completely⁠​​ upside down, slowly‍‌‌ approached Jean’s dream.⁠

“You​ said it would⁠⁠‌ be fine for⁠⁠‌ three days, didn’t‍​⁠ you?”

[Things⁠⁠‌ in the world‌⁠​ don’t always go‌​​ as calculated.]

Bang,⁠ bang, bang!

Vlad‍‍⁠ wanted to express‍ his complaint about⁠⁠ the suddenly worsening⁠ situation, but he‍ felt a vibration⁠ behind him and‍ bit his tongue⁠⁠⁠ again.

“How‍‍⁠ many people were​ inside in total?”‍

[The‌ physical number doesn’t⁠ matter much, apparently.]​​‌

Like‌‌ the sound of​ hail falling.

Countless⁠⁠‌ small palms continued⁠⁠​ to bang on‌‍⁠ the chapel door‌​ tirelessly.

To‌⁠‍ get out, or‍ to capture the⁠ two.

“If⁠‌ I get out‌‌‍ of here, I will definitely kill​ the son of​ a bitch who​ made this curse.”‍

[…Anger‍‌ can sometimes be‍ a great motivation.]‌⁠

Even​‌‌ without being an⁠‍ expert in curses,‌‌⁠ he could imagine‍‍ how many children⁠‍ had died, as‌ much as the⁠⁠ sound of the‍⁠ palms resonating in⁠‌‌ his ears.

Feeling‍ every vibration from​ his back, Vlad’s⁠ gaze grew fiercer.⁠

[You‍​ didn’t find the‍‌‍ deacon you were‌ looking for in​ there. So, where‍ could he be?]‍‌‌

“…”⁠​

But​ the burning anger‍ would only be‌‍ effective at certain‌ appropriate times.

Asked⁠⁠⁠ by Kihano about​ the nature of‍ the situation, Vlad​‍​ quickly turned his​ head, scanning the‍‌‍ surroundings.

But‍ unlike the first​ floor or the‌ basement, Vlad, who​‍ had never been‍ in other parts‍‍⁠ of the church,‌‌‌ could not point‌​⁠ out with certainty⁠​ where.

[The​⁠‌ boy named Jean‍ is too terrifying‍ and difficult to‌‌‍ handle. If you⁠ were that boy,‌​ where would you‌​ go?]

Kihano⁠ already knew who⁠‌‌ to look for,​‌ but at that‌ moment, Vlad was‌‍⁠ the connection to‍​​ Jean.

To⁠‍​ find the young‍‍ deacon in his​‍‍ dream without a path, he had‌ to think of‌ the threads that‍ connected them.

“…If‍ it were me,⁠‌​ it would be‌‍‍ Andreas.”

[Alright.]​

And‍ Vlad remembered well⁠⁠ why he was‌ standing here.

In⁠⁠ Jean’s twisted dream,⁠⁠​ there would only⁠​ be one person⁠‍​ who would be‍​ where he should⁠ be.

“But‍⁠ I don’t know‌‌ where he is…”‌‍​

[As‍ you’ve already thought,​‌‍ the deacon’s dream‍ will tell you‍​ the rest.]

“Yes?”‌

Kihano’s⁠​ finger pointed to‌‍‌ Vlad’s chest.

“What?”‍⁠‌

Following⁠​⁠ Kihano’s finger, there‌⁠‍ was something small‌ that now glowed⁠​ slightly on Vlad’s⁠‍⁠ chest.

[Vlad‍‌ of Soara. Follow‍⁠ your name.]

A precious name given⁠‌​ by a true​‍ priest and witnessed‍ by a young​⁠​ deacon.

In‍​ this place where‌‍ everything was distorted,​‌‍ Vlad’s ID card‍ was shining brightly.​‌​

It⁠ was a name‌ he held deep‍‌ in his heart⁠​ because it was⁠‍ precious.

***⁠

“Get‌​ all the torches‌⁠ and lanterns out!‍‌⁠ We must drive⁠‌‍ away the fog!”​‍⁠

With‌​ a loud voice⁠ echoing through the​‍ mist, the Moshiam​ church began to⁠ glow like fire.⁠​‌

Inside‍‌‌ the torch, which⁠​ burned brighter than⁠⁠‌ its original firepower,‍‌⁠ there was a divinity created by​ the priests as‍​ a congratulatory symbol.‌

‘Shit!’​‌

Gunther⁠ is one of‍‍⁠ the only two⁠ knights of the‍⁠ Orthodox Church of⁠‌‍ the North.

However,​​​ what he was​ seeing now was⁠​ a wave of⁠​ malice he had‍‌‌ never experienced in‌ his entire life.​

“Dad!‍⁠ Mom! I’m here!”‌

“Open​​ the door! Mom!‍⁠⁠ It’s me!”

There⁠‍ were black shadows‍ wandering through the‌ thick fog.

Although​‍⁠ they were small​⁠ and weak, they‌‌ still had the⁠‌​ energy to knock⁠‌ on the door‍ and remained at⁠⁠‌ the door following‍ the memories of‍ when they were‍ alive.

Waiting‍‍​ for the parents‍‌‍ to open the⁠ door.

Hoping‍‍​ someone would hug⁠ them as they⁠‍ cuddled.

“This‍ is pure malice…‍‌‍ Damn bastards.”

He‌‍ couldn’t see it,⁠⁠​ but he could​ hear it.

The‍ sound of parents⁠ rushing to open⁠‌ the door at⁠‌⁠ the sound of⁠‍ their children’s voices.‍⁠⁠

As‍‌​ the doors opened‌‌‌ one by one,⁠ the lights shining‍‍ through the fog‍⁠⁠ began to fade⁠‍‌ one by one.​

“You‌ finally crawled out.”​

Gunther,‍‌ with his left‍‍ eye closed and‍‍​ a fierce expression,‌‌ saw a strange​​‍ shape rising beyond‍⁠​ the fog.

What‍‌ came to mind,‍⁠ twisting, was a tree split exactly‌ in half.

An‌ upside-down sky tree,‌ completely ignoring all⁠ the laws of‍​ this world.

Just‌​​ like in Jean’s⁠ dream, the tips‌ of the tree’s⁠​​ branches began to​ slowly descend below⁠ the city.

As⁠‌ what was supposed​‍ to reach the‌‌ sky sank into‍​‌ the ground, the‌‌⁠ laughter of the‌​⁠ children who finally​‍ found their parents‍⁠ began to spread.‍​

***​‍

As⁠​ time passed, Jean’s‍ dreams became increasingly‍ distorted, disorganizing the​​ Varna church more​‌ and more.

The​​⁠ chandelier, which should‌‍ have been on​ the ceiling, rose‌‌ from the floor,‌ and the stairs,​ which were supposed⁠​ to be silently⁠‍‌ fixed to the​ wall, twisted like​ living snakes.

“I‍⁠ think I’m going‌⁠⁠ to get dizzy!”‌

[That’s​​ because physical things⁠⁠ don’t mean anything!]‍‍

Vlad⁠ had never felt‌‌​ dizzy, not even​ at sea, but​‍ the staircase twisting​​ like a snake’s‌⁠‍ spine was an⁠‍⁠ exception.

Even​ Kihano, who said⁠‌ physical things didn’t⁠‍​ matter, seemed unsteady⁠ like Vlad.

“How⁠ many floors do⁠ I have to⁠ climb!?”

[Don’t‍‌ shout! It hurts‌​​ a lot!]

It​‍ was only when⁠‍​ Vlad and Kihano,⁠ following the golden​‍‌ thread pointed out‌​ by the ID⁠‌ they held in‍​‍ their hands, discovered​‌‌ the hallway in‌‍⁠ front of them,‌​ that they could‍‌‌ jump from the​⁠‍ stairs.

“Oh…‍⁠ damn.”

[…It‍​ seems like I’m⁠⁠ getting old. It⁠ wasn’t like this⁠ in the past.]‌‍

With⁠ his head still​ spinning, Vlad looked‍‍ down to the​ first floor where⁠ he had been⁠ moments before.

Despite‍ having climbed the‌‌ stairs for quite⁠ some time, the⁠⁠⁠ children’s gazes looking​‌‌ up at him​⁠⁠ from below were⁠‌ close enough to⁠⁠‍ see them clearly.​

“Keuok.”⁠‍​

Vlad⁠​ swallowed the sour‌⁠⁠ liquid that had⁠‌ filled his esophagus​​‌ and looked towards‍‌ the hallway in‍ front of him.⁠​

“This⁠ place seems intact‍‌‍ too.”

[It‍ hasn’t been corroded‌ yet.]

Toc,⁠ toc, toc…

However,⁠⁠ suddenly, black cracks​​ began to appear⁠‌‍ on the walls‍‍​ of the hallway,⁠‌‌ causing fear in⁠​​ Kihano.

“…”⁠‌

[“…”]‌‍​

The⁠⁠​ two looked at​​ each other with⁠ pale faces, and‌ without needing to‌‍‍ say who would​‍ go first, they‍‍​ began to run‍‍‍ in the direction⁠⁠ indicated by the‌⁠‌ golden thread.

“You​⁠ have a loose‍ tongue, don’t you!”‌​

[…It⁠ was just a coincidence that I said it.]

Damn​‍​ it!

The⁠ crack in the‌ wall was widening,‍‍ as if a mouth were opening.​

Located‍‌ between the black‍​ cracks were tree‍​‌ branches that had​ suddenly sunk into​⁠⁠ Jean’s dreams.

Strange⁠​⁠ leaves began to‍ bloom from the⁠ branches falling from‌ the sky.

[There⁠ it is!]

As⁠ the two ran​⁠‍ to avoid the‍‌‌ crack, a small‌ door began to‌ appear in front​​‍ of them.

Above​⁠​ the bright door​​‌ with golden threads,‌ there was a plaque that said⁠‌ Priest Andreas.

“If‍‍ the door doesn’t‌ open this time…!”‌​

Vlad,‌‍‍ remembering what happened​⁠‍ underground, quickly closed​ his left eye.⁠​

As‍‌⁠ Vlad’s world moved‌⁠‍ away from Jean’s‌​‌ dream, the cracks‍⁠ that followed began‌ to diminish little​‍⁠ by little.

[Wait‌‌ a moment!]

But⁠⁠‍ this time was‍​‌ different.

The​‍​ basement door was⁠‍‍ the door that‌ blocked Jean’s fear.‍

-Go⁠ ahead!

And⁠ the door in⁠​​ front of me‍​⁠ now was the⁠ door where the‌ real priest was.⁠​‌

When‍⁠ the small door⁠ opened, there was⁠ an old priest‌ in a robe‌​‌ of pure white.​

As⁠ always, he gestured​⁠⁠ for Vlad to‍⁠ enter.

“Let’s⁠ go!”

At‍​ the end of‍‍​ the hallway, a golden and white‌‌ figure exactly like⁠ him began to​⁠ run towards the‍ small door that⁠​ the priest had​ opened.

The​⁠ black crack that⁠⁠‍ followed did its⁠⁠‌ best to extend‍ its branches, but‍‍‍ in the end,‍⁠ it couldn’t capture​‍‍ the unexpected things⁠​ that could be⁠ seen through the​‍ battlefield.

The‌‌ golden color entered‌​​ first into the​​ arms opened by⁠​‌ the priest.

[Sigh!]​

As‍ the white, which‍‌ had been following‌​ like protecting him,⁠⁠‌ entered, the old​ priest closed the‌⁠ small door as‌‌ if he had‌​ been waiting.

A huge impact came,⁠‌​ causing the small‍‍ door to barely‌​​ bear it.

But‌ as Kihano said,​⁠ physical things were‌ of no use‍⁠‍ inside.

-It’s‍‍ okay. Everything is⁠ fine.

A memory of Andreas​⁠​ embracing a trembling‌‍ Jean.

He‍​‍ was small but​‍ sturdy, faithfully protecting​ the young man’s‍‌‌ last barrier.

It​‌‌ was such warmth​⁠ that even the‌‌ black cracks breaking​‌ like waves couldn’t‍ easily break it.​‍​

-You’ve⁠‍‍ made it this‌⁠‍ far.

Vlad,‍​ who had slipped‍ inside and was⁠ still lying on​ the ground, saw​ Andreas smiling at‍‍ him.

Dressed‍​‌ in robes of​ pure white instead‍ of bishop’s garments,​ he looked the​​ same as when⁠‍ he distributed white⁠ wheat bread on​‍ a cold winter‍‌​ day.

“I⁠⁠‍ told you I would protect you.”​

Andreas‍​ laughs at Vlad’s⁠‍ response.

Behind‍‌‌ him, Jean could⁠ be seen clinging‌⁠ to his robe⁠⁠ of pure white.‍⁠​

The‌‍ young deacon, who⁠⁠ for some reason⁠‌ seemed a little​ younger, smiled faintly​⁠ as he looked‍‍ at the knight⁠⁠‌ who had come⁠​‌ back for him.‍‍​

Finally,‌⁠‌ I found him.⁠

The‍ young deacon at⁠​ my request.

The‍‍ knights who entered⁠ the dream of⁠⁠‍ the young Jean,‍‌⁠ who had potential,⁠‌ smiled faintly.

***‌⁠‍

The‍‌​ corpses were scattered‍ all over the‍​ gates of Moshiam.‌⁠​

The⁠‌​ cross-section of the‍ corpse was deeply‌ cracked, as if‍⁠ it could fall⁠ apart at any‍‍ moment, and the‌‍‍ internal organs were‌‌⁠ still visible.

A man silently bowing⁠ his head in‍‍‍ front of those⁠ corpses.

Not⁠ a single drop​‍ of blood flowed‍⁠ on the tip‍⁠ of the sword,‍​ which held skill⁠‌⁠ instead of power.​⁠‍

“…There’s‍‍‍ a dragon.”

There’s‍ something in front‍ of me that​‍‍ needs to be‍‍​ slain.

“There‌⁠ are spirits…”

Moreover,‍​⁠ there’s something that‍​‌ needs protecting.

The‌​ man, seemingly lost⁠ in the mist,​⁠ began to walk​‌⁠ slowly upon seeing​‍ the church lights‍ burning brightly ahead⁠ of him.

And⁠⁠ the knights start‌​ to follow him.⁠‍⁠

Headless‍⁠ men.

A woman with hair​‍ starting green but⁠⁠‍ ending black watched​⁠⁠ them and clasped‌⁠​ her hands as‍​ if in prayer.⁠​‌

“If‍‍⁠ there’s something I can’t finish, I have to come​ back.”

Like‍​​ a tree floating​⁠⁠ in the mist,‍‍⁠ a man with​ white hair and‌ a headless knight​‌⁠ walked along an‌‌ inverted path.

To​⁠⁠ finish something left⁠‍ unfinished or to‍ correct something you⁠‌‍ regret.

“All‌ of you deserve​ to return.”

An‍ unidentified woman smiled​ as she listened‍​ to the sound​​​ of children playing⁠‌‌ all over the⁠‍ city.

A city shrouded in​ mist where pure‍‌ beings, free from‍​‍ life and death,​⁠​ from pain and​​ agony, run freely.​​

She​‍ had been dreaming⁠⁠​ of a world⁠ like this all‌‍‌ along.

This​ isn’t a city​​ burning bright red⁠​⁠ like the tip⁠ of a matchstick​​ under God’s will.‍‍

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