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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 181: Golden knight (1)

Chapter 181: Golden knight (1)

After‌⁠‌ the fog cleared,‌​ Moshiam was a place full of‍​ deep scars.

The⁠ sturdy walls collapsed,⁠⁠ and the square‍⁠ that was the⁠⁠ city’s center was​ ravaged without a trace.

What‍⁠‌ the Northern Allied⁠ Forces, who hurried​⁠​ to face the⁠‌‍ disaster that occurred‍‍​ in Moshiam, received‍​‌ was the sight‌‌​ of a city​‍⁠ that had collapsed‍⁠‌ so miserably that⁠ it could almost‌​ be described as⁠‌⁠ half-destroyed.

“…So,‍​⁠ is this scene‌ just the work‍ of two people?”​

The‌​​ Iron Lord silently‌‍⁠ scratched his eyebrows​‌​ as he looked‍‍​ at the city‍​⁠ with all sorts‌‍⁠ of debris flying⁠ around.

“Does​‌​ that make sense?”​

It‍⁠ was a report‌ hard to accept.‍​

Even​‌‍ if the army‌ had entered and⁠‍‌ destroyed the place,​​ they couldn’t have⁠‌‌ done it in​ that manner, and‌‌‍ all that accomplished‍​⁠ by just two‍ individuals.

“And​ one of them⁠​​ is the Bayezid‍⁠ boy?”

“…According⁠⁠‍ to the testimony‌​ of Gunther, head​ of the Order‍‍​ of the Knights⁠⁠​ of the Orthodox‌​‌ Church, that’s correct.”‌

After⁠ hearing Valkov’s report,⁠​ the Iron Duke​ couldn’t help but‌ laugh incredulously.

However⁠ unbelievable it may​⁠ be, there was‌​‌ no room for​ doubt as the‍‌ leader of the⁠‍‌ Order of the⁠ Northern Orthodox Church​‌ was clearly testifying.​​

“I⁠ don’t know how​ to interpret this…‌‍ I have no‍‍ idea.”

After⁠ hearing Valkov’s report,⁠​‌ the Iron Lord⁠‍ laughed as if‌​ dumbfounded.

Yet,‌ no matter how⁠⁠ unbelievable it may‌⁠ be, there won’t⁠⁠‌ be any room‌‌‌ for doubt as⁠‍​ the Commander of⁠⁠ the Knights of​‌​ the Northern Orthodox​ Church was clearly‍‌ testifying.

“How‍‌‍ should I accept​‌ this? I have​‌ no clue.”

Timur,‌‍ treading on the⁠⁠ remnants of a building, looked towards​‌⁠ Moshiam’s square in‍⁠ the distance.

There,‍ a golden tree‍​‌ stood alone amidst​​⁠ the pitiful remains.‌‌

It‌‍ was the only‌ thing clearly standing​‌⁠ out in this‍⁠‌ city that had​ lost all color.‍

Gunther,‌‌ the leader of​‍ the Holy Knights,​⁠⁠ was testifying.

There⁠​⁠ was a knight‍‍ who created his‍‍ own world in‌‍​ a city where‌​‍ everything was distorted.​‍

Now,‍​‍ his name will⁠‍⁠ surely be remembered⁠‍‌ even by the‌‌​ most powerful people‌⁠ in the North.‍

The​‍ knight’s name was‌​ Vlad of Soara.‍⁠

***⁠

“Where’s‌⁠⁠ Bishop Pedro?”

Vlad‍ sat on the⁠⁠ windowsill, sipping tea.‍

Though⁠​ his trembling hands​​‌ could barely hold​ the teacup, his​​⁠ eyes had fully‍​ regained their brightness.​‌‍

“Well,⁠​ I don’t know‌ where he went.”‍

“Weren’t​⁠ you with him⁠​ until the end?”‍⁠‍

“Yes,‍ I was.”

Pop,​ pop, pop…

After​ checking the fumigator⁠​​ he had last‌⁠ used, Nibelun replied‌​ as he packed‍‍ the magical tools​​ into his backpack.⁠⁠⁠

Though‍‍ the volume of‍‌ the tools seemed​ too much for​ the bag, it​‍ absorbed them effortlessly,​ prompting Vlad to‌​⁠ look on with​‌ curiosity.

“He‍ said he was‍​ going to the⁠ bathroom when he⁠ saw the allied⁠‌ troops entering and‍⁠ hasn’t returned since.”‍‍⁠

“He’s​‌‌ escaped.”

Vlad⁠​ frowned after pouring‍‍⁠ the tea he​ was supposed to‌‍ savor and drank‌⁠‍ it in one⁠ gulp.

Seems​⁠ like wood and‍​ stone, but acts‌‍ like a fox.‍⁠‌

I felt it during⁠ the indulgence incident,​‍⁠ but he was‌ someone who couldn’t​‍‌ let his guard​⁠ down.

“I⁠ would have needed‌‍ that person to‌‍ know the true‍‌​ story.”

As‌ Vlad said, while⁠‍ the imminent situation⁠ might be considered‍ resolved, nothing had​ been discovered about‌ the person who‌‌​ truly caused this⁠​ situation.

Not⁠​​ just the purpose‌‍​ of ruining the​​ city in this‌​ manner, but also⁠​ their name.

Nibelun‍⁠​ rummaged through his⁠‌ sleeves as he​ looked at Vlad,‍​​ who pursed his‍ lips in disappointment.⁠

“Actually,⁠‍‍ something like this‌ fell beneath the⁠ tree.”

“What’s​‍⁠ this?”

Nibelun,⁠⁠ a mage who​ pursued mysteries.

Normally,‌⁠⁠ mages considered the‌‌ mysterious clues they​⁠ uncovered as treasures‌ and wouldn’t easily‍ show them to‌⁠​ others, but Nibelun‍​‍ didn’t do that​ to Vlad.

“I’m‍ not sure, but⁠ it doesn’t seem⁠​⁠ out of the​‍⁠ ordinary.”

What‍ Nibelun handed over‍‌ were fragments of⁠​ something that looked⁠‌‍ like pieces of⁠ glass.

The​​ pieces, resembling broken‌ beads, felt familiar⁠ to Vlad without⁠‍ him knowing why.‌‌‌

“I’ve⁠ been investigating for‍ a while. Is‍⁠​ it okay to​⁠⁠ take it without⁠‌⁠ permission?”

“Doesn’t‌⁠ what falls to‍‍ the ground originally‍‍ have an owner?”​

“Well,‌‌​ that’s true.”

It​‍ was indeed a response akin to​‍‍ that of a beast-man, and the‍​ understanding of someone‌⁠‍ from the alley.‌​‍

“I⁠ don’t know what‍​ this is.”

“I⁠​⁠ could just sense‌ that there was​‍‍ something there. It‌⁠⁠ broke so cruelly.”‌

There‍​⁠ was no way‍ he could have⁠​ known that he‌ was being watched,‍‍‍ but Vlad, still⁠​‍ bored, looked at‍‍⁠ the glass shards⁠​‌ in the sunlight.⁠‌⁠

Inside⁠‍ the shining fragment,‌‌‌ there was an‌ intense blue color.‍‍

[It’s⁠ a seed.]

“Huh?”⁠‍‍

A piece of broken‌​ glass but still⁠‌ containing a mysterious‍​‍ light.

Kihano,‌⁠⁠ looking through Vlad’s​‌‍ vision, immediately recognized‍⁠‍ the nature of‌⁠ the shard.

[Look​ at it through⁠ the world. Other‌ knights might not​‌⁠ see it, but​ you should be​‍ able to recognize⁠ it.]

Ordinary‍ knights might not‍ recognize it, but⁠‌ Vlad, who had⁠‍⁠ been influenced by​‍ Kihano’s world, might.‌

“…”⁠‍‌

At​‍ his words, Vlad‌‍ quietly closed his⁠ left eye and⁠‍ looked at the‌⁠‍ shard he held‍​ through his inner‍⁠ world.

Vlad’s‍ world was now⁠⁠⁠ firmly established to‍‌⁠ the point where‌‌ it could extend​‌‌ to the rest⁠​⁠ of the world.​

“Eh?”⁠

The‍​ glass shards seen⁠​ in that world‍​​ contained a single‌‌​ scene.

The‌​ sight of waves⁠ crashing over the⁠‍‍ deep blue sea.‌‍

The⁠ tree standing on⁠‌‌ the cliff at‍‍ the end of‍‌​ the sea looked⁠ at the young‍⁠ spirits swimming beneath⁠ the waves.

They‌ were spirits that‌⁠ resembled creatures called​ squids, of which⁠⁠⁠ Harven had spoken​‍ to him about.⁠⁠

“This‌⁠ is…”

A brief but intense⁠⁠‌ blue memory from‍ fragments.

Vlad,​ faced with that‌ scene, could recognize⁠ that it was‍‍‍ similar to the‍⁠‌ feeling he had‍‌​ when he saw‍‌​ Hainal’s relic.

[I‍‌​ thought it was‌‍ an unusual tree,⁠​‍ but it turned‌ out like this.]⁠⁠

After‌‌⁠ hearing Kihano’s words,⁠‍ Vlad could determine‌​‍ whether what he​ held was a fragment of something.‌‌‌

The‌‍⁠ hill of Deirmar‌‍​ where the white​ snake was.

A yellow amber stone‌⁠ that was a relic of Hainal.‌⁠ And in the‌‍‌ forest of Dobrechi,‌‌​ where the troll‍​‍ was.

There​ was always a tree standing in‌ each place.

“…I⁠​⁠ must catch that​​ woman.”

“Yes?”​​

Just⁠​ like the trees​⁠​ containing spirits, the‌‌⁠ upside-down tree also⁠⁠ contained the souls⁠ of the children.‍‌‍

Even‌‍​ if the direction⁠⁠‌ was wrong.

Vlad⁠‍ looked at the⁠⁠⁠ core of the‌ spiritual tree that⁠ had been horribly‌‌ broken and grasped‌⁠ it carefully.

Knock⁠​‍ knock.

“Come‌ in.”

Though⁠​⁠ he wasn’t the‍‌‍ room’s owner, the​‍‌ door opened when⁠ Nibelun told him‍​ to enter.

“Are​ you feeling alright?”​

It‍ was the young‌​ deacon of Andreas,⁠‌​ Jean, who called⁠⁠‍ out from the​⁠ door.

Vlad⁠​⁠ quickly relaxed his‍ frown as he‍ looked at Jean‍ dressed in a pure white robe.‌‌‍

“How‍‍ are you, Deacon?”⁠⁠

“I’m‍‌ fine. They must‍⁠ have done something.”​‌

Though‍‌‍ he shyly lowered‍ his head and‍ said he hadn’t​ done anything, Vlad‍⁠⁠ remembered Jean resisting⁠ the singing voice⁠‍⁠ of the woman.‌​

“I’m​ here to tell​ you that the‌‍ funeral is already⁠​ prepared. If you’re​ still not feeling​‍‌ well…”

“No.”‍‍

Vlad⁠‌ got up from‌ his seat with‌‍ a buzz.

Vlad​‍‍ reached out to‌ the armor next​​ to the bed‍‍‌ and, smiling at‌ Jean who was⁠ waiting, replied:

“It’s​‌‍ the last time‍‍⁠ I’ll see Miss‍ Justia, so I want to bid‍​ her farewell.”

“Understood.”‌‌

Though‌ he had said‍‌ he would go,‌​‍ Jean, a young‍⁠ deacon, approached to‌​‍ help Vlad put​ on the armor,⁠ as he was‌ still struggling to‍⁠ do it alone.‍‍⁠

The⁠ bright yellow sunlight⁠ streaming through the​​ window fell on‍ the backs of​ the two.

Nibelun,​ silently watching them,‍‍​ raised his teacup⁠​ as he looked‍‌ at the church​​​ in the distance.​

***⁠​

Ding⁠ Dong!

The‍​ bell of Moshiam‌ rang alongside a paladin neatly dressed‍​ in armor.

Although‍‍⁠ the bell was​‍‌ crushed after falling‍ from the bell‌​ tower, it still​ served its original‍‌ function.

“It’s‌‌ all destroyed.”

“But⁠​ the first floor⁠⁠ remains intact. That’s​​ good.”

The⁠ church was completely⁠ destroyed from the⁠‌ second floor up,​⁠ but as Jean​ said, the first⁠‍​ floor, where the⁠​⁠ chapel was located,​​‍ miraculously remained intact.‍

-Form​⁠​ a line slowly!​

-Injured​⁠‌ people to the‌‍‍ side!

Therefore,‌⁠ it was the‍‌⁠ only place where‌‌⁠ people could gather.⁠

The‌ allied soldiers couldn’t‌‍ hide their surprise‍⁠ at the fact​‍ that so many⁠⁠‍ survivors still remained‌‌ in Moshiam.

“It’s‍‌ Vlad of Bayezid.‍​​ Please make way.”‌‌‍

Upon‌ hearing Jean’s words,‌‍ the soldiers began⁠‌⁠ to look at​ Vlad with surprise.‍​‌

Even⁠ the inhabitants of‍ Moshiam who were‍‍ nearby.

“It’s‍​ an honor to‍ meet you!”

The‍ movement of the⁠​ soldiers who cleared​⁠​ the way was⁠‌‌ deliberate.

For‌ the people here,​ it was just‍⁠‌ one night, but​ for those outside,⁠ it was a long period of‌ two months.

The​ soldiers, who were​​ not well acquainted​ with the details,‌⁠‍ now misinterpreted Vlad‌‌ as a hero​​ who had protected⁠‌​ Moshiam from demons⁠ during that long‍​‍ time.

“Have‍ you come?”

“It‌ is an honor‍ to meet you,⁠⁠⁠ Duke.”

And​ Timur, the Iron‌⁠ Lord, who awaited​ Vlad in front⁠‍ of the church,‍ didn’t bother to​ correct the misunderstanding.⁠‍

For​ healing deep wounds,​ there must be‍‌ some joy.

At‌​‍ that moment, when⁠ the city of​‍ Moshiam was destroyed‌‍ and the prestige⁠ of the North‌‌⁠ was considerably diminished,‍‍ there were only​​‌ two advancements that‌‍⁠ could calm the‌ very moved public​ sentiment: the Orthodox‍ Holy Knights and‌​ a knight named​ Vlad.

“I⁠‌‌ can finally see​​ in person the⁠‍‌ rumored star of​‌ the North. Of⁠⁠ course, I’ve heard⁠⁠​ of you through​⁠ Valkov for a long time.”

Vlad​ recognized the knight‌‍⁠ standing next to⁠ Timur and nodded‍ slightly.

The‌‌ person currently accompanying⁠ Timur was Valkov,⁠‌ wielding a lance,‌‍⁠ whom he had‍​ seen in the‍ past during the⁠⁠⁠ subjugation of Lindworm.​

“Come⁠‍ in.”

“Yes.”⁠‍‍

Timur‍⁠​ embraced him by⁠‍‍ the shoulders without​ hesitation, but Vlad‌ wasn’t embarrassed at​​ all.

Because‍ Vlad’s mind was‍ already filled with‌⁠‍ the last image‌‌ of Justia, who‍‍‌ had blocked his​⁠​ sword, rather than‍‌ the noble duke’s‍⁠​ will.

-Duke⁠ Baranov is entering!​⁠​

The‌‌ chapel, following the​‌‍ debris that had‍⁠ not yet been⁠​​ removed, was already‌⁠ filled with people​ in armor.

Knights​ of seven families‍⁠ gathered under the‍⁠​ name of the‌ Northern Alliance.

Bayezid⁠⁠​ and the knights⁠ of Hainal, who​ already knew each‍ other, nodded as​ if they were‍​⁠ proud to see‍⁠ Vlad enter with⁠‍​ the Iron Lord⁠ Timur.

“Stand‍ by my side.⁠​ You deserve it.”‌

“…”⁠‌

When⁠ Timur said he‍ was qualified, Vlad⁠⁠ bowed his head​ unable to respond.‍‌

Vlad​​ had always sought‌‌ the right to‌‍‌ be proud, but‍ now he felt‍ ashamed by those​‌‌ words.

Those‍‍‌ who are truly⁠‍‌ qualified are the‍‌ ones clearly in‍​ front of me⁠⁠ right now.

-Today​‍⁠ we are here‍​​ to send off‌ those who have‍ done noble deeds.⁠⁠‌

The‌​ person by his‌​ side is the‌ only Duke of‌‍‍ the North, and​ the elder in‍ front is the⁠‌ noble Orthodox Pope.‍‍

These​‌ were huge connections‌‍ that anyone would‌ want, but Vlad⁠‍ simply directed his‌‍ gaze to the​‌‍ single coffin lying‌ before him.

Her‌‌‍ platinum blonde hair,‌‌ shining in the‍​ sunlight, had not‍ changed at all‌​⁠ since the first​ time they met.‍⁠

-We​ will always remember​ those who fulfilled​ their duty even​​ in the face​ of great evil.⁠

The‍‍‌ funeral of saints‌⁠‍ and priests conducted‍‍ under the office‌⁠ of the Pope.​‍‌

However,⁠⁠ the Pope’s voice,⁠ gradually spreading, will‍‍‌ reach people outside⁠‍‌ the Church.

This⁠ place today was‌⁠​ for everyone in​​⁠ Moshiam, regardless of⁠ who they belonged​‌​ to.

“…”⁠‍​

The‍​⁠ pope was saying‍ something at the‍‍ front, but Vlad⁠​ only absently stared‍‌ at Justia’s coffin.​​⁠

The⁠‌​ noble paladin who‌ died embracing him.‍

Although⁠‌ they didn’t share‍‌‍ much time together,⁠⁠‌ Vlad had received‍​‍ a lot from⁠⁠ her and now‍‌⁠ had forever lost⁠‍‌ the chance to​ repay those debts.‍

“Let’s‌​ go.”

“Yes.”⁠

As⁠‌‌ the engraved wound​⁠ was deep, the‌ caress he received‍⁠ was as formal⁠ as possible.

After⁠ the Northern knights​‌⁠ finished paying tribute‍ to the dead,‌ the only people‌‌ left were the‌‌‌ Iron Lord and‍ Vlad.

“Don’t‌‍​ be too surprised.”⁠‌

“Yes?”‍‍‍

Vlad,​ ascending the stairs,​‌​ questioned Timur’s insinuating​‍ words, but he‍‍​ merely smiled and⁠ looked at the⁠⁠⁠ Pope in front‍‌ of him.

“You‌​ said you’d give⁠ it to me,⁠​ so accept it​‌ with gratitude.”

Timur,⁠⁠‍ who left an‍⁠​ unintelligible comment, carefully‌⁠ laid down the‌ flowers he held‌⁠‌ and began to​‍⁠ bow his head‍ to those lying‍ down.

“…”⁠​‌

The‌ priests praying for‍⁠‍ Jean and Vlad,‍ and the paladins​‍ who raised their​ swords against the⁠ wicked woman.

Vlad,​‍‍ who had been‍⁠ placing flowers for​‍​ them one by‍⁠​ one, finally stopped⁠ in front of⁠​‌ Justia’s coffin.

“Thank​⁠ you. Justia.”

Even‌‍​ as Anna wiped‍​ away the black‌‍⁠ tears, she remained⁠⁠‌ behind Vlad.

But‍‍ now, Vlad had​⁠‌ to carefully leave⁠ the flower he‍‌ held for her‌ in front of⁠‌ him.

The‌‍‌ salty taste of⁠ the apple she‍​‍ had peeled for‍‌‌ him seemed to⁠ linger on the​‍ tip of his⁠​ tongue.

“Vlad​ of Bayezid. The‌​​ knight who protected​‍⁠ Moshiam.”

Vlad‍‍​ carefully placed the‌‌ last flower he​ held on Justia‌​ and watched the​ Pope approach him.⁠‍​

Wrinkles‍‌ that appeared as⁠ naturally as a smile that had​ been worn for⁠‍ a long time.‍

“Are​​ you sad?”

“Yes?”⁠‍

Even⁠​ now, the old⁠‍ Pope smiled as‍‌‍ he looked into​‍ Vlad’s eyes that⁠​‌ fluttered constantly.

“We⁠​⁠ all have to⁠‍​ leave someday.”

The​​ Pope approached Vlad,‍‍ silently looked at​‍ his chest, and‍⁠ spoke.

“We‌ have to leave⁠⁠​ someday, but the⁠ reason we don’t​ feel empty is​‍ because we leave‌⁠ something behind.”

“Yes?”‍⁠

The‌⁠ Pope’s fingertips were​‍ already caressing Vlad’s​‍⁠ armor.

The​​ place where his‍​⁠ fingers touched was‍⁠‍ where Vlad’s pride‍‌‌ had been, even‌​‍ though he had​ changed his armor.​​

“Justia⁠‌‍ said I should‍‍​ pass this message⁠ on to you.”​⁠

A knight who saved‌‌​ the lives of​‍​ children.

The‌⁠ words given as​​ a gift by‍‍ Saint Rogino were‌​ still engraved on​ Vlad’s chest.

It​‌ was a phrase⁠ that Justia gave⁠‌⁠ to the boy⁠ who climbed the‍⁠‍ bell tower under​ the heavy rain.​‌

“Although‍⁠ Justia stood by‍‌​ your side, she​⁠‍ ended up leaving‍​ something behind.”

Click-​​

A pure white smoke‌‍ began to rise​‍ from the palm‍ of the Pope,‍‍​ covering the words.‍​‍

“…!!”​

Vlad⁠‍‌ felt puzzled as‍‍ he felt his​ armor heating up,⁠⁠ but the expression‍​ on the Pope’s‌‌ face as he⁠‌ transferred it was⁠‍ simply calm.

“I⁠ hope they become​⁠ a testimony for⁠​ all who have⁠​‌ died.”

The‌⁠⁠ dead leave, but‌‍‌ those who remain‍‍ must carry the​ burden.

Pope‍⁠​ Konrad began to​ engrave another message‌​ in Vlad’s heart​​ for those who‌ were like his​ children.

Convinced‍ that their deaths⁠⁠ will shine under​ his current name.‌‍

“I‍‌‌ believe you will.​​ Vlad of Soara.”‌

“…Pope.”⁠‍

Vlad’s‍‌ eyes widened as​‌ he looked at⁠⁠⁠ his warmed breastplate.​⁠⁠

As‍ the white smoke‌ dissipates, what is‍​ seen are two⁠ newly engraved words​‌ below the text​‍‍ that Justia gifted.⁠⁠

The⁠⁠ knight who protected‌⁠⁠ the lives of‌ children.

Vlad.​

Vlad⁠​ Aureo. [1]

“Your‌⁠ birth name will‍ be Vlad, but‌​ under His name,‌​⁠ you will be‍ Aureo.”

There‍ was a boy​ who couldn’t even‌​‌ shout his name​‌ correctly.

But‌‍⁠ now his name​ was always followed‍⁠‌ by a shining⁠‍ word.

The⁠‌‌ words, with the​ knights of seven‌‌ families as witnesses,⁠‍‌ were a name‌‍ that would live‌​ forever in Vlad’s​‌ blood.

T/N:(1):‍​⁠ “Aureo” is an​‌‍ adjective that means​‌‌ “golden” or “gilded.”‌ It is used​ to describe something⁠ that has a golden color or⁠⁠ a valuable and‍ precious quality like⁠​‍ gold. In the⁠ context of the​‍​ text, “Vlad Aureo”​⁠ could refer to⁠​ Vlad with a golden quality, symbolizing‍ nobility, valor, or​‍⁠ excellence.

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