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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 194: The City Where the Dragon Roars (2)

Chapter 194: The City Where the Dragon Roars (2)

It⁠​‌ is said that​‍ the dragon sculpture‍⁠‍ was made by‍‍ carving the most​ perfect dragon.

Timur,‍ the Lord of‍​ Iron, had been⁠⁠⁠ waiting for this​ group to follow‍ him ever since‍⁠‌ he received the‌​ piece of Ravnoma‌ from the pilgrims.‌⁠

Because‌ dragons are immortal​‍‌ and constantly try‍​ to reunite to​ become perfect.

“Count⁠‍ Bayezid.”

“…Duke.”‍‍‌

Peter,‍‍ gripping his sword,‍‍ was watching Rutiger⁠​ and Vlad fighting‌ at the end⁠‌ of the hallway.⁠⁠

My⁠​ son and the⁠‍ knight are trying‌‍‌ to fend off⁠​ the approaching dragon.‍‌

He⁠‌​ wanted to rush⁠ towards them immediately,‍‍ but Peter had‌ work to do‍ here.

“This⁠​ is not the‍‍ place. This is​⁠‍ what we have⁠​ to do.”

Every‌⁠ knight of his‌⁠⁠ time has his‍​ own duties.

Just‌ as the knights‌⁠ of the current⁠‌ era have to‍​ fight in front⁠​⁠ of us, the‍ knights of previous⁠ eras also have‌‍ duties they must​⁠ fulfill.

“We​​‌ have to solve​‌ the root of‌ the problem.”

Timur​‌ nodded to Fernand⁠⁠ and soon began​ drawing a large⁠​‌ circle in the‌‌ empty air.

Then⁠​ the secret passage⁠ started to reveal‌⁠‍ itself.

The​ hallway that the‍ wizard who deceived‍ space had painstakingly‍⁠⁠ hidden was revealed‌⁠ before Peter’s eyes.⁠​‌

“Take‍ care of the‌ pieces of Ravnoma⁠ as you promised​​ before.”

“…”‌

The​‌⁠ current situation almost‌‍ began when the​‌ western Ravnoma, the‍ family that guarded‍⁠‍ the oath, collapsed.​⁠⁠

The‌ pieces were becoming⁠‍​ more perfect as⁠‍⁠ they came together,‌ and to resolve​‍ this situation, a new family was‍⁠ needed to guard‌ the pieces on⁠​ behalf of Ravnoma.⁠​‌

And​ the only family‌ that could do‌ that was Bayezid.‌‍‌

“Will⁠ Bayezid be enough,‍‌ Duke?”

“I‌ would be very‍ grateful if you⁠ were by my‌⁠ side.”

After​‌ hearing Timur’s words,⁠‍ Peter lifted his‍‌ head and looked‌⁠ at the ceiling.​‌‍

The⁠ sound of the‍‌ dragons howling over​ the trembling city.⁠⁠⁠

The⁠​‍ sound grew louder‌‍ as time passed‌ and the vibrations‌‍ from the fragments​ intensified.

“Alright.”‍

Those​⁠‍ with power bear‌⁠ great responsibility.

Peter,‌​‍ standing in front‍‌ of the dark​​‍ hallway, nodded in‍‌ agreement.

“I⁠‍ will become the‍‍‌ guardian of another‍​ piece.”

For‍ Bayezid and for​​ my children who⁠‌ will carry on.⁠‍

For‍ the sake of⁠​ the next generation,‍ Peter decided to‍ pay his dues.⁠​

***​

“Aaaah!”​

It‌ was so dazzling⁠ that the wide‌ hallway seemed narrow.‌

Golden‍​​ residual images intricately‍ intertwined on the⁠ floor, ceiling, and‌​​ walls.

In⁠ the feast of​‌​ lines that continued​‌​ at great speed,‍​ Mirshea’s eyes began‌‌‍ to falter, unable​‍ to find the‌ way.

[Now​ is the time!]⁠⁠‍

The​​ secret behind the‌ one-strike killing technique⁠⁠​ is its unexpected‍⁠ character.

And‍​ the master who‌ best understood the‍‌ technique would be⁠​‌ August, who shared​ the same swordsmanship.⁠​​

“Who‍⁠ can control Dragulia!”‌​⁠

The‍‍ path shown by‌⁠ August, the commander⁠‍ of the Imperial‌⁠‌ Guard, was so⁠​ complex that it​‍​ even deceived the​‌‍ dragon’s gaze.

However,‌⁠⁠ although the path​‌ was complicated, what⁠⁠ he wanted was​‌ clear.

The‌‌⁠ swordsmanship of a duelist who wins‌‌‍ with a single‍ strike began to​‍ spread through Vlad’s⁠ sword tip.

“…Imperial⁠​​ sword!”

A man’s sword that⁠⁠​ any dragon-born would⁠​⁠ hate.

Mirshea’s​ eyes distorted brutally⁠‌‌ when he recognized​​‌ the sword, but‌ it was already⁠ too late when‍‌‌ he saw it,‌‍⁠ and when he‌ recognized it, it‍⁠​ had already arrived.​

“I‍ am not Dragulia!”⁠​​

Thump!‌‍‍ Thump! Thump!

A golden image slowly‍⁠ spreads through the‌​​ ancient hallway.

As​​ Vlad pushed Mirshea,‌​‍ the waves engraved​ by Jager rippled‌ with each step‍⁠​ he took.

“I‍⁠​ am Vlad of⁠​ Soara!”

Two‌⁠ knights pierce through,‍​ break through the‍‌⁠ wall blocking their​⁠​ path, and become‌​ entangled in a dense stone dust.⁠‌‍

Mirshea​ let out a suppressed groan as​​‌ he received a blow from Vlad,‌​‍ who felt as⁠​ if his entire‌ body had been⁠​‌ stabbed with a sword.

‘This‌‌ guy is also​‍ affected by the⁠⁠ fragments!’

The‌ power and speed‍⁠ that only a dragon can have.‌‌⁠

Due​ to his physical⁠​‍ power that exceeds​‍‍ human standards, Mirshea⁠‍ once again distanced‌ himself from the⁠ dragon pieces.

[We‍‌ must continue controlling‌‍ the battlefield! What‌​ did Jager say‌​‌ before!]

The⁠⁠‍ one-eyed knight Jager⁠⁠ had spoken.

Only‍⁠ attacks that flow‍‌‍ like water can‌ overwhelm the opponent.‍‌

That⁠‌ means you must‌⁠ always be prepared‍‌ for the next‌​ step.

“There’s‌‍ a limit to⁠⁠ what you can‌‍ look at!”

Mirshea’s⁠‌ sword began to‍‍ extend as if‍⁠ it could no⁠ longer withstand Vlad’s​​‌ constant attacks.

Mirshea​ cuts off the‌‍‍ momentum of the⁠⁠​ attack with a multicolored aura.

His‌⁠‍ world, in which‌ he clearly cuts​‍​ off Vlad’s progress‌ in a straight​ line, could indeed⁠​ be considered perfect.‍⁠

‘Don’t‌ evade it!’

However,⁠​ perfection means there​ are no flaws.⁠‌

If​‍ there were no⁠​​ flaws in the‌ other person, Vlad‍ decided to become‌⁠⁠ the flaw that⁠‍ would be engraved‌‌‌ in perfection.

The⁠‌ mud fight that⁠ would take place‍ from now on‌ was also the‌‌ method in which​​​ Vlad had the​ most confidence.

Claang-‌

“…!”​​‌

The‍ shoulder armor that⁠ touched the sword⁠​​ was dented, and​‌⁠ the breastplate began​​ to crack.

However,‍ progress does not‌​ stop.

Mirshea’s⁠‌‍ eyes widened as‌ he saw Vlad⁠‍⁠ taking the attack​‍ with his body​‌⁠ alone.

“So⁠‍ this is the​​⁠ alley! Bastard!”

The⁠⁠‍ sword deflects using‌ the angle of​‍‍ the armor, and‌ the resulting impact​ is resisted using‌‍ rigid body techniques.‍​​

A truly reckless and‍‌⁠ unexpected attack.

However,⁠‍ the alleys of‌ Soara were a place where one‌‌‌ could not dream‌ of tomorrow if‍ they could not​ endure the present.‌‍‍

“Keuheuk!”​‌⁠

Vlad’s⁠​‍ forehead seemed to​⁠⁠ flash, and soon​ filled Mirshea’s field⁠‌ of view.

Agh!‍

Intense⁠‌ pain that appears​ at the end​ of a flash.​‍

Today,‌‍⁠ Mirshea experienced a headbutt for the​​ first time in‍​ his life.

“It’s⁠⁠ like this!”

“Aaaah!”‌‌

Joseph⁠‍ had said.

The‌⁠​ basics in war⁠⁠ are not to‍⁠ give in to⁠​‌ what the other​⁠‌ side wants.

Wherever​‍ you want, whenever‌‍ you want, and⁠​​ however you want.⁠⁠⁠

Vlad’s​⁠ attack, which started‍‍‌ from the mud‌‍​ below, gave Mirshea‌‍​ none of what‌​⁠ he wanted.

“Who⁠‍‌ am I! Say‍ it again!”

He‌ is fierce because‌‍​ he was born‌​ as a dragon‌⁠ and rough because‍​​ he grew up‌‍ in the alleys.‍

However,‌⁠⁠ what he wields‍⁠ is a noble⁠⁠ imperial sword.

From‍ the roots to​ the fruits that​​‍ grew, the unexpected​ that did not⁠​⁠ fit at all⁠ roared loudly in⁠‌‌ Vlad’s name.

“Tell⁠​‌ me! Mirshea!”

Vlad’s​ world is a multifaceted one.

The‍⁠ name of Vlad,‍ which changes depending‍ on who sees​ it, was something‍⁠⁠ that only he‌ could define.

***‌‌‍

“The​ knights of Maringen‍ are in front‌ of me!”

“Harquita!‍ Build your defenses!”‌⁠⁠

“Podmils,⁠⁠ and Ronnie, escort‌‍ the wounded!”

The​‍ lords who rushed‍ out of the⁠​ meeting room hastily‌‍‍ summoned the knights⁠ of their families.⁠

The​ Dragon Slayer Knights⁠ and Wyverns are​‌‌ still trampling Bastopol‍ from the sky.‍​

However,‍‍ the knights, including⁠ the lords, quickly⁠‍⁠ began to form⁠ a formation as‍⁠ if they had⁠‍ finally found their⁠‍‌ place.

Push-!‍‍​

Keeeeeeek!‌⁠

And​‍ from afar, a wyvern flies away‍​​ with a chilling‌​​ sound.

There‌‌‌ was a light⁠⁠ that extended directly​⁠⁠ from the ground‌ that had just‌ been hit.

It‍ was someone’s spear,‍​ faster than an‍‌ arrow and sharper‍ than a sword.⁠

“It’s‌‌⁠ Lord Valkov!”

“Valkov‍‍‍ the spear!”

The‍‌ knights of Baranov‍‍​ began to cheer⁠‌ as they saw⁠⁠ the helpless wyvern‍‍ fall.

“…Go⁠‌ and bring all‌‌‌ my spears.”

Valkov​‌ was so exhausted⁠‌ that he trembled‌​​ at the orders‍⁠⁠ he had given.‌⁠

Blood-stained​‍ with dust ran‍‍ from his forehead‌​⁠ to his wrists‌​‌ and his armor​‌⁠ was cracked here‍⁠‌ and there, but⁠⁠⁠ Valkov’s eyes were‌ not yet dead.‌⁠

“According‍‍‌ to the number‌ of flies flying​ over there.”

There‌ is a place‍‌‌ for everyone.

And‍​ for Valkov, the‍⁠ spear thrower, it‌⁠ was more appropriate⁠‍⁠ to strike the‌‌‍ wyvern flying above‌ than to deal‌‌ with the dragon‍​​ called Mirshea.

***⁠⁠

Rumble!⁠ rumble!

The‍‌‌ hallway continues to‌ tremble even now.‌

It​ was a mysterious‌ corridor, but the⁠​⁠ dragon sculpture ran​‍‍ wildly to the‍⁠ point that even⁠‌‌ the passage trembled.‌‍

“…Let’s⁠​‌ begin.”

“Alright.”​‍

The‍‌‌ deepest part of‍‍ a city made‌‍ of steel.

Timur‌ and Peter, who⁠ walked through the‍⁠​ dark corridor under‌‍ the guidance of​⁠ the wizard Fernand,​ finally stood in​ front of the⁠ sealed box where⁠⁠​ the dragon pieces⁠‌ were kept.

Rumble!‌‍‍

Deodeodeodeodeok-!‍‍

Sealed​⁠​ boxes containing dragon‌ fragments.

The‍‍ seals calling out‍‍​ to the dragons‍‍​ with all their‍⁠ might began to‌⁠⁠ howl even louder,​‌‍ as if they⁠​ had noticed the​⁠ presence of Timur⁠ and Peter.

“Mmm!”⁠‍‌

Timur’s‍‍⁠ world flowed through⁠​⁠ his closed left​ eye.

After‍ breaking through the​‌ lock that only‍ Baranov could pass⁠​ through, the knight’s‍‍ sword touched the‍ dragon piece.

Thump!‌⁠

“Keuuu!”⁠‌‌

“…!”⁠‌‍

If​‌ the cry of‌‍‌ an animal and⁠ a human were‌‌⁠ to mix, would‍ this sound come‍‍​ out?

The​‍ strange and indescribable‌ screams made even​​ the experienced Timur⁠ and Peter shudder⁠ for a moment.⁠⁠

“…It​​​ has gone quiet.”⁠​‌

“It​‌‌ stopped for a moment.”

A weak stream of​​‍ blood escaped from‌‍‍ the pierced sword.⁠‍​

Timur⁠ nodded, looking at⁠ Baranov’s ship, which‌ had fallen silent‍ alongside him.

“Now​​ it’s your turn.”⁠

The‍‍‍ dragons currently rampaging‍​‌ outside were under⁠ the influence of​‌ these pieces.

These‌‍​ are the remnants​ that fell from‍‌⁠ the most perfect​​ dragon and the⁠⁠⁠ disasters that will‍⁠ continue to be‌​ caused by dragons‌‌​ in the future.​

Unless​​ these things are⁠‍ stopped even for‍​‍ a moment, those‍ born with dragon‍ blood will continue⁠‌ to trample Bastopol.‍

“I’ll⁠‍ cut it.”

“I’m‍⁠ ready. Count.”

Peter‍ closed his left⁠ eye, looking at​ the strands of​​ Ravnoma that could‌‌⁠ no longer function‍​ properly.

Peter’s‍​​ world, flowing slowly,‌‌ resembled the strong‌ walls of Sturma.​

“Ha!”⁠‌

Kwaang-!‍‍‍

Peter​‍ cut the locks​ of the fallen⁠⁠ Ravnoma, which had⁠ cracked completely.

Then,​ the dragon sculpture‍‍ trying to escape​​ from the sealed‌ box began to‌⁠ struggle.

“Hurry‌ and swear in‍⁠‌ front of the⁠‍‌ Sword Master’s chest!”‌‌‍

Fernand,‍‍ who summoned mysterious‌ power at that‌‌ moment, summoned a huge and heavy‍ space and began⁠‍‍ to block the‍ top of the​‌‍ sealed box.

Kuuuuung-​

Fernand’s‍⁠‌ space, glimpsed through⁠ a distorted vision,⁠ looked like a very small and‌​ compressed mountain.

The‌​​ reason why the‌ ground still trembles‍​ even though it‍​‍ has a mountain​‌‍ on its head​‌​ is probably because⁠‍‌ the dragon piece‌‌ is very desperate‌ at this moment.‌

“I’ll‍ continue doing what⁠ I have to⁠‍⁠ do where I need to be…”‍​

Thump!​

With​​‍ Fernand’s help, Peter‌⁠⁠ plunges his sword‌‍ into the place​‌​ where the lock‍‌ was.

The‌‍⁠ same strange cry​‌‍ as before began‍ to resonate from‌ the tip of‌​ his sword.

“The‌‍ name that is‍‍ responsible and will⁠‍‍ pay a fair‌​⁠ price is Bayezid.”​​

Peter’s‍‍ expression began to‍‌​ distort as he‍ made his oath.‍‍‍

Unlike⁠‍​ Timur’s time, this​‌‍ time his blood⁠‌⁠ flowed along with‌ the inserted sword.‌‍​

“Until‍⁠ this name expires,​​‍ Bayezid, I swear​‍ I will fulfill​ my task.”

No‌ one can say⁠‌‍ the oath now.​‍

The‌​‍ only thing that‍​ can say that‌ something will be‍ protected is the⁠​‍ guarantee of a powerful person.

A longtime pillar of⁠​⁠ the North and‍​⁠ a supporter of‍ the only remaining⁠‌‍ Ravnoma.

And​​‍ only Bayezid, who‍​ had taken a new step forward⁠ by defeating Gaidar‍‌‍ in the West,‌‍ was qualified to⁠‌‍ make Peter’s current‍ oath effective.

And‍​‍ the Sword Master’s​ seal also judged⁠​ that Peter’s oath​ was legal and‌‍‍ solid.

“Argh!”⁠⁠‌

Peter’s​ blood that had​‍ escaped along the⁠​‌ sword began to⁠ accumulate.

The​⁠ place where it​​ began to accumulate⁠‍ was where the‍‌ Ravnoma lock had‌⁠ been until a moment ago.

A new lock made​‍​ with Peter’s blood‌‍‍ began to replace⁠‍​ the Ravnoma lock,​‌ which could not‌ fulfill its duty​ due to its‍‍‍ fall.

***‍

Bastopol,‍ the city where​‌‍ dragons roar.

However,⁠⁠‍ the city, which‌ until now trembled​​‍ precariously, is slowly‌ starting to recover.‌‌‍

“…!”⁠‍

“…!”⁠​

The⁠‌⁠ same fierce blue‌ eyes locking onto‌ each other.

The‌​ Wyverns running wild‌ there also struggled​ with their heavy‌ wings due to⁠ the sudden sense⁠​‍ of powerlessness.

‘Agh.’⁠

[Don’t‍‍​ let go of‌ the sword! It’s‌ barely begun.]

Vlad,‌ thrilled by the⁠ constant euphoria, was​ startled as he‍​ suddenly felt his‌‍⁠ body grow heavy.​‍‌

But⁠‌ Vlad wasn’t the‍⁠ only one perplexed​‌ by the current‌⁠ situation.

‘Stopped?​ The dragon fragment?’‍⁠‍

There​ was a call​​‍ growing stronger and​‌ more perfect the‍ closer he got.​

Mirshea‌​‌ tried to heed‌​ the call and⁠ fulfill the mission,‍‍‍ but the current‍‌ situation showed a completely different aspect‍ from what his​‍ father had said.⁠

‘Even‍ Ravnoma’s seal, not⁠⁠‌ just Baranov’s?’

Baranov’s‍ seal, which had‌⁠​ a rightful owner,‌⁠‌ could be calmed,​⁠‍ but no one‌​‍ could appease Ravnoma’s‌‌ seal, which had‌‌​ already fallen into‍​​ disgrace.

Contrary‍ to what Timour⁠⁠‌ and Fernand thought,⁠ the seal, having⁠⁠​ lost its legitimacy,‍ could not be‌​​ contained by anyone.​⁠

[Looks‌⁠ like you’re ready,‌‌ Vlad!]

Until‌ the Swordmaster acknowledged‌ it.

The‍‍‌ power you possess​ is merely a condition to become⁠ a guardian.

Because⁠‍ it was Bayezid‍‍ who protected, nurtured,‌‌‌ and believed in⁠​‌ Vlad’s young potential​ against Kihano, Peter⁠ could become a new guardian of‍‍ the oath.

“…!”⁠

Vlad‍‍⁠ gritted his teeth⁠ as he felt​​ an enormous heat​‍ emanating from his‍‍ back.

The⁠ hunter’s task was⁠‍​ to bring the⁠⁠ prey before the​ hunter.

Gazing‍⁠ at the target‌‍⁠ he had to​ capture until the⁠​ end, Vlad gripped⁠‍‍ his sword tightly⁠⁠ again.

“If⁠​ you survive, tell​ that guy who‌​ calls himself my⁠​ father…”

“…What?”‍​‌

From‍ the collapsed mansion,‍ a blazing volcano‍​ began to emerge.‌

The‌‍‍ name of that‌ volcano was Rutiger​ Bayezid.

“That⁠‌ one day, I’ll​‍ come looking for‍‍ him.”

It⁠​⁠ was Rutiger Bayezid,‌ the dragon hunter.‌

“Mirshea-!”​‍‍

A volcano that had‌ reached the deepest‌​‌ world and was‌⁠ beginning to crawl‍ into reality.

The‍​ color of the⁠ world Rutiger painted‌ was entirely red.⁠‌‍

“Let’s‌‌ finish this!”

Rutiger’s​‍ world, born in‌‍ a field of‌‌‍ pure white snow⁠⁠ but hotter than⁠‍​ anyone else’s, flew⁠‍​ toward the dragon‍​⁠ that had lost‌‌‍ its wings.

Exactly‌‌‌ to where the‌ dragon hunter had⁠ cornered it.

Kwaaaaaaaaa!‍

The‍⁠ unbearable heat began‌‌‍ to burn Mirshea’s‍‍ fingertips.

Now​‌ that the call​ of the pieces‍ had disappeared, what⁠​‍ Mirshea wore was‍ just a human​‌‌ body.

“Keuuuuuuck!”​

This⁠⁠ shouldn’t be happening.⁠‍

He⁠⁠‌ should have taken‌ the piece from⁠‍​ here, following the‌ incessant call of‍ the dragon.

So,‍ what exactly was⁠ the energy of‍ the Swordmaster that⁠‌ my father felt?⁠

“…!”‌‍

Suddenly,​ an inexplicable intuition​⁠ crossed Mirshea’s mind.‌‌

City‌‍​ of Moshiam, Swordmaster,​‌ Imperial Sword.

The‍ person connected to‍‌‌ all this was‍‌ observing me right​​ now.

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