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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 199: Nidavellir Dwarf Liberation Front (1)

Chapter 199: Nidavellir Dwarf Liberation Front (1)

Early‍ in the morning,⁠‍ when everyone was‍ still asleep, Vlad‌⁠⁠ and Jager stood‍​⁠ facing each other‍‌⁠ in the empty​‌​ training hall.

Although‍‌ the battlefield wasn’t⁠ filled with the⁠ intent to kill,​ the tense atmosphere‌⁠​ between them evoked​ the sensation of​​ a real combat.‍

“Come​⁠ on, come at‍​ me.”

Hearing⁠ Jager say he‌ was ready, Vlad​ silently held his​​ breath.

It⁠‍ was a sparring‌‍⁠ match with Jager‌ that he had⁠‍​ done countless times​‍‍ in the past,‍​ but there was​ a reason he‌‌ was particularly nervous⁠⁠⁠ today.

[As​​​ you know, Jager⁠ is the kind⁠ of swordsman who⁠ digs traps and​ waits. Be wary‌⁠‌ of his provocations.]⁠‍

‘Understood.’‌⁠

The​ smiling figure with​‍ the lowered sword⁠ was full of⁠⁠ cunning.

However,‌​ Vlad knew well‍ that there was‌‍​ a glint inside​ Jager that was‍ sharper than a snake’s teeth.

“Why?⁠‌‍ Do you want​‌ me to attack⁠‌ first?”

“…”‍

It’s​⁠‌ not always necessary⁠ for swords to‍‍ clash to begin‌ a fight.

There‌​⁠ are variables determined‍‌⁠ before a battle⁠‍ begins, and Jager⁠‌ had taught Vlad⁠ to secure as‍‌⁠ many invisible variables‌‍​ as possible.

It​⁠‍ was as if⁠ he was mocking​ Vlad with a sneering expression.

“I⁠⁠ should attack first.​​⁠ You’re getting on‍​⁠ in years, and‌‌ your joints must‌ be weak.”

“…Impertinent.”​​

“And​‍ who taught me⁠‍⁠ to be like‌⁠ this?”

“No,⁠⁠‌ you always had‌⁠ the seed of‍​ insolence.”

The​‌​ position of the‌​‌ toes, the angle‌ of the raised⁠ sword, even the‌‍ constant shifting glances​‌ and gestures.

Though⁠ the swords hadn’t‌ clashed, Vlad and‍ Jager were already⁠ fiercely fighting, trying‌‍​ to deceive each‌​ other with traps​‍‌ and feints.

Finally,‌ at the end​‍ of this preliminary​ duel, Vlad’s sword‍⁠ began to gleam‍⁠‍ under the moonlight.​​

“Then,​‍ here I come!”‌​​

“…!”⁠​‌

The‍ heap of dirt⁠ thrown behind Vlad‌ bounced loudly into​ the night sky.‍⁠

An‌ unpredictable speed.

Though‍ he wasn’t using⁠ aura, the explosive‍ power of Vlad’s⁠‌ charge was something​‍⁠ Jager hadn’t anticipated‌‍ at all.

‘What‍‍ the hell?!’

Clang!‍​

With⁠ a loud crack,​ the frozen ground⁠ began to fracture.⁠⁠⁠

Jager⁠​ was pushed back,⁠⁠​ unable to withstand​ Vlad’s force, leaving‌‌‍ a trail in⁠ the ground.

“You’ve‌‌ learned a charming​ trick!”

“This‍‍⁠ is just a rush!”

Through‌‌‍ the vibration of⁠ his trembling sword,​ Jager could see‍‌⁠ Vlad’s eyes.

His​ eyes were bluer​​​ than when he⁠ was a child‌​ and had gone‌⁠​ beyond the ferocity‍​​ of his youth,⁠⁠⁠ now reaching the⁠ realm of fierceness.‍

‘They‍‌⁠ say he has‌⁠⁠ the blood of​ a dragon.’

Though⁠‍ he wasn’t using⁠‌‌ aura, Vlad’s world‌ felt palpable.

Vlad⁠ realized who he​‌ was and accepted‌ his identity as​ Dragulia.

He⁠ was no longer‍⁠‌ just Jager’s apprentice‌‌⁠ but someone who​‌​ had forged himself,⁠‍ as reflected in‌⁠ his blue eyes.⁠​‍

“Don’t⁠ stop. Keep the⁠ offense going.”

Jager⁠​ said, nodding as‌ he saw Vlad’s​ eyes grow even‌ bluer.

If⁠ you fail in‌ a strike, you⁠‍​ must never stop.‍

Opportunities​​‍ will arise only‍‌⁠ through constant movement.‌

“Haaargh!”⁠​​

Then,​​ what now filled⁠​‍ Jager’s gaze was​⁠‍ the roar of‍‌‌ a young dragon.​

Amid‍​​ the incessant barrage​‍ of sword attacks,⁠‌ Jager’s eye patch‍‌​ began to shift.‌⁠​

‘…I‌​ can’t keep up.’​‍

The‌‌ thrust was as‍‍ fierce as lightning,‍​‌ but its direction⁠‌‍ was as fluid​‌​ as water.

Jager⁠​​ couldn’t hide his‌‍⁠ surprise seeing Vlad,‍ who was able​⁠⁠ to embody completely​​⁠ different sword skills‍ from others.

“You’ve⁠‌‌ become a mix‌ of techniques!”

“What‍‍ do you think?‍ Not bad, right?”​

Though⁠ it was an‌​ insult, Vlad knew​ it was a compliment, and he​ began to smile.​‌

Seeing‌⁠​ Vlad, who had​ grown more than​⁠ expected, Jager also⁠​ smiled fiercely.

“Impertinent!”⁠‌

But​‌⁠ that smile didn’t⁠ just come from‍‍​ joy.

It‌⁠⁠ was the laughter⁠‌⁠ of a predator⁠‍​ that had found​​‌ a weakness in‍​‌ its prey.

Thump!‌⁠‌ Thump!

From⁠‌‍ the tip of‍‌⁠ Jager’s sword, sophisticated‌ counterattacks unique to​ the original master⁠‌ began to emerge.⁠

The⁠‍ tip of Vlad’s⁠⁠ sword began to‍⁠‍ tremble due to⁠ Jager’s elegant counterattack⁠​ to provoke the⁠ flow.

“Your‍ center is still⁠​ unstable, boy.”

“…Argh.”​‍‍

Though‍ his world was‌⁠‍ strong, his swordsmanship‍​‌ still had gaps.​‌

Vlad,​‌ who had always⁠ compensated for that‌⁠​ weakness with single-strike⁠‌ techniques, couldn’t help​‌‍ but show those​‍⁠ gaps in front‍⁠ of Jager, who​​ meticulously wrapped around⁠ his opponent.

“If​​ this is all,​ you disappoint me.”​‍‌

“That…​‍ can’t be.”

Vlad,⁠‍ blinded by the​⁠‍ movement of his‌ cloak, quickly widened​ the distance and⁠⁠ escaped Jager’s trap.​‌

However,‌⁠ the reason Vlad‌​‌ could smile despite​‌‍ the tilted momentum⁠‌ was probably because‍‌‍ he could see​⁠‌ it was completely​ different from before.⁠

“You⁠ still haven’t hit​​⁠ my shins, have‍‌ you?”

“Ha.‍‌ You’ve only learned‍ to be insolent‌ since you left.”‌‍

How‍⁠⁠ much have I grown as a person now compared⁠ to when I started?

The​‍‌ only person who‍ can fully answer​​‍ the question Vlad⁠⁠⁠ is curious about​ is probably Jager,‍ standing in front‍​ of him at​ this moment.

The⁠​‌ marks of their⁠⁠​ past training were​​ still present in‍ Jager’s world.

“This​‌ time, I’ll break‍ your shins so‍ you won’t climb‍ again.”

“Does‌ that mean you’ll‌‍ aim for the​ upper part instead‌​⁠ of the legs?”⁠

Though‍ they were glaring‍​‍ fiercely at each‌ other, both knights​​ smiled as they‌ raised their swords‌⁠ with joy.

Because‌​ it was time⁠ to confirm how‍⁠ much they had⁠ both grown and‍‍ how much they⁠⁠‍ had nurtured.

Even⁠​ after disappearing, the‌ traces of their‍ existence would remain,⁠ thought Jager, as⁠‌ he touched the⁠ patch on his‌‍⁠ eye.

***‍⁠

“Did​‍‌ you win?”

“…What?”‌‍⁠

It⁠‌ was the morning‍‌​ Vlad was supposed‍ to leave Sturmar.‍‌

Vlad⁠‌ loaded the last⁠‍ of the luggage​ into the carriage‌​ and pulled Noir⁠‌ along with a limp.

“Didn’t‌‌ you have a duel with Lord⁠‍​ Jager last night?”‌

“How‍⁠‌ do you know?”‌⁠​

“How‌‍‍ could I not​ know?”

Portly​‍ spoke excitedly, his‍ cheeks red from‍​ the cold.

“The⁠‍⁠ noise you two​⁠‍ made last night⁠​‌ was so loud‍ that even I noticed. Probably all‍‌ the knights and‍⁠‍ squires in the‌⁠ mansion know too.”‍

“…Really?”‌⁠

After‍‌⁠ hearing Portly’s words,‌ Vlad glanced slightly‍‌ toward the mansion.‌‌

As‌⁠⁠ expected, just as​⁠ Portly said, there‌ were many knights⁠‌ lingering nearby.

“What​ are they so​ curious about? Eh,‍‍​ Portly?”

“Uhm…”⁠‍

Portly’s‌ fingers, which were⁠​⁠ counting the boxes,‌​‍ returned to their⁠⁠‍ initial position upon‌‌⁠ hearing Vlad’s severe​‍‌ voice.

His​ shoulders shrunk, making‌⁠ his rounded figure⁠‍‌ look even rounder.​

“I‍‌⁠ was just curious…‌​ If you don’t​​ want to say,⁠⁠​ then don’t.”

“I​‍‌ won.”

“Really?”‌‍‍

Although‌‌​ Portly was surprised​‍‍ to hear that‍ Vlad had won,⁠‍​ he soon looked‍‌ skeptically at Vlad’s‌‍ limping leg.

“Is‌ Lord Jager okay?”‌⁠​

“That’s‌‌‌ because he cheated.”⁠

Looking‌ at Jager, who⁠ was at the‍ front of the​​ line, Vlad bared⁠‍​ his teeth in​⁠ a smile.

‘…He‌‍ said he wouldn’t⁠‌‍ use aura.’

Jager’s‍‌​ world was a green glow, like‍ the aurora in‌​ the night sky.‌

It‍ was the color​⁠ Vlad saw just​⁠⁠ before being struck‍⁠​ on the shin‍‍ the night before.​

‘Oops!​‍ I did it⁠‌‌ unintentionally.’

Why​‍ did it feel‍ like he had​‍ lost despite winning?‌​⁠

He⁠ could still hear​​ Jager’s mocking voice‌‍ from last night,‍​​ as he watched‌‌⁠ him suffer in‌​ pain.

“Vlad,​‌ Vlad.”

“What?”‌​

“There.⁠‍ The countess is​‍⁠ looking for you.”​⁠​

“Eh?”⁠

I didn’t realize because‍ I was focused‍ on Jager, but‍ there was a gesture calling Vlad​ from the mansion’s​‌‍ entrance.

It‍ was a gesture​‌​ from Oksana, who‍‍ had come out⁠⁠ to see the⁠ group off.

“Was‌ she calling me?”‌‍‍

“Yes,​⁠ Vlad.”

For‍⁠‍ some reason, there‍​ was a small‌ tear in one‍ of Oksana’s eyes.⁠

However,⁠‍ the reason she‌‌​ tried to smile‍​​ was out of​‍ consideration for Vlad‌ who was right‍​ in front of⁠​ her.

“If​‍‍ you had told‍‍ me in advance​‍ that you were​‍ coming, I could⁠​ have prepared more.”​

“…”⁠

Vlad​⁠⁠ saw the bundles‍‍‍ of luggage the‌‍ maids were bringing‍‍​ out for Oksana.⁠‌

They​ were all bundles‍​ containing clothes.

“In⁠ summer, you should‍‌‍ wear summer-appropriate clothes,‌⁠‌ and in winter,‌⁠ you should wear⁠‌ winter-appropriate clothes. Now‌ that you have⁠ become a noble,‍⁠ you shouldn’t dress‍⁠​ like you do‌ now.”

“I’m‍⁠‍ sorry.”

Oksana‍‍‍ said, caressing Vlad’s⁠‌ protruding neck.

Although‍‌⁠ made of high-quality⁠ fabric, the clothes‍‌ that seemed unusually⁠⁠‍ thin were the​‌ summer clothes Oksana‍ had given Vlad‍‍ when he was⁠​ a squire.

“I‍ cut it a bit bigger than‌‌‌ before, so it⁠‍ will probably fit‌ well.”

“Thank‌ you for your⁠‌ consideration.”

“And​ also…”

A woman with whom‌⁠ it was always​ difficult to make‌‍⁠ eye contact.

Therefore,​​⁠ Vlad kept his⁠⁠‍ head bowed for‍ no reason, but⁠​‍ he had no⁠​​ choice but to‌ raise it when⁠ he felt a firm touch around‌‌‍ his shoulder.

“What​⁠⁠ did you do⁠‌‌ with the cloak‌​‍ I gave you‌⁠ before?”

“…Ah.”‌​‍

Vlad​⁠‍ unconsciously touched the‌ fur that gently​‍‍ wrapped around his‍ shoulders.

It‍​‌ was much thicker⁠⁠ than the cloak⁠‍ he had given​ to Charlotte and‍‍⁠ kept him so‍‍ warm that he⁠ could forget the​ winter cold.

“It’s‍ an ermine fur‌⁠ cloak. This time,​ don’t lose it.”‌​‍

As⁠‌ Oksana untied the​​ old cloak and‍‍⁠ tied the new‍‍ one with her​⁠ own hands, Vlad​‌ was left speechless.​

“Please‍ take care of​‍​ my son during​⁠⁠ this journey, Vlad,‌‍‌ or should I say, Lord Vlad.”​‌

Looking‌​​ into Oksana’s eyes,​ which seemed somewhat⁠ sad, Vlad nodded​‍​ silently.

Although‌ she was someone‍‍ else’s mother, the​​‌ warmth that emanated​⁠​ from her penetrated⁠​​ deeper than the⁠ ermine fur cloak.‍⁠

“Then​​ I will leave.”‍‌‌

“Yes.”‍‍

Vlad⁠‌‌ bowed his head‌​‌ deeply, feeling tickled,​ and quickly found⁠​ his assigned seat⁠​ and entered.

He⁠⁠⁠ noticed Oksana’s eyes​‌‍ constantly watching him‍​ from behind, but‌ he didn’t want​ to take away‌ the time for​ the mother and​⁠​ son to say⁠⁠ their goodbyes.

“Wow…‍⁠ that cloak.”

“What⁠ about the cloak?”‌

Nibelun,​ who was traveling​ on the roof​‍‌ of the carriage‌ instead of the‍​ donkey he used​​‌ to ride, began⁠‍ to laugh as‌ he looked at​ Vlad’s new cloak.‌⁠

“Could⁠‌ you lend me‌ that cloak later?”‌⁠

“Why?”‍⁠

“My​ heating pouch is‌‌⁠ empty. I think⁠‌ it escaped because‌ I hit it‍ too much.”

Nibelun​​‍ smiled sheepishly as⁠ he shook his‌​ old heating pouch.‌

As‌ he said, the‌ pocket, which had​‍‍ thinned out, seemed⁠⁠ to contain nothing.‍‌

“This‌​⁠ won’t do.”

“Oh,‍ come on, don’t‍‌⁠ do that.”

Despite‌‌​ Nibelun’s pleading, Vlad​‍​ just adjusted the​​​ collar of his​ cloak and didn’t​⁠​ give him the⁠‌ slightest chance.

“Find​⁠​ something else. This​‍‌ isn’t possible.”

Realizing​⁠ there was no‍⁠‌ hope, Nibelun’s ears​⁠ drooped in sadness.⁠

“Understood…​​​ But, can I ask you for⁠‍ a favor?”

“What?”‍‌‌

“Could⁠ you ask the​‍⁠ one-eyed knight at‌ the front to⁠⁠ leave a bit​ later? I already‍ tried, but he‍ didn’t listen to‌⁠ me.”

“Leave​​ later? Why?”

In​​ a winter like‍‌​ this, it wouldn’t‍⁠‌ be enough to‌​ leave before dawn,​⁠ but Vlad couldn’t⁠‌ hide his confused​​​ expression when Nibelun‌‍⁠ told him to​‌ leave later.

“It’s‍‍⁠ just… there are‌‌ people who haven’t⁠‍​ arrived yet.”

The⁠‌ wizard on top‍⁠ of the carriage​​ let out a deep sigh as⁠‌‌ he looked at‌‍⁠ the castle gate‌⁠‍ in the distance.‌⁠

“I‍‌​ think they’ll arrive⁠ if you wait⁠ a little.”

“…Sometimes‌‍ I don’t understand​ what you say.”​

It⁠ was an incomprehensible​⁠​ advice from a wizard who deals⁠⁠‍ with mysteries, but‌‌ Vlad decided to‍‍ heed it.

Since‌⁠‌ it was a world I had⁠⁠‍ personally known, I knew very well‍⁠ that he didn’t‌⁠⁠ speak in vain.⁠

“Mother,⁠ I’m leaving.”

“Yes,‌‍ yes.”

As⁠⁠ Vlad approached Jager,​‍‍ Joseph and Oksana​ were saying their​​‍ final goodbyes.

Although⁠‌​ her words told⁠⁠⁠ him to leave,​‍ Oksana was still‍ holding Joseph’s hands.​

But‍⁠ knowing it was‌ time to leave,​ she let their‌ hands part.

“I’ll⁠‌ always be here,​ so come back⁠‍‍ whenever you want.”⁠

“Yes,⁠‌ Mother.”

Now,‌‌⁠ seeing his mother‌ cry, Joseph made‍​ an effort to⁠ turn his head​‌⁠ and look at‍ the mansion.

The​ morning sun, shining​ over the castle​ walls, illuminated the​ mansion where he‍‍‌ was born.

“…I’ll‍‌‍ come back.”

Contrary‌ to what he⁠​ said, the mansion‌ felt somewhat distant,⁠​ but Joseph decided‍‍⁠ to make an​‌ effort to return.‌​​

***‍​‍

On​ a dark morning,​ a group of‌‍ people approached the​‍ gates of Sturma.⁠‌‍

The⁠‍ men, wearing thick‍⁠​ hoods pulled up⁠​ over their heads,‍​ constantly exhaled white‌⁠‌ breaths, as if⁠‌‌ unaccustomed to the⁠⁠‍ cold of the​‌ North.

“This⁠​ is Sturma…”

A man who seemed‌​⁠ to be the‌⁠ leader of the‌‌​ group began to⁠ look at the‌⁠‍ walls of Sturma​‍⁠ with deep eyes.​

As‌ they got closer,​‌ the majesty of‌ the castle’s tall​‌ and strong walls‍⁠ left a deep‍ impression on anyone‍ who saw them.⁠⁠‌

“Stop!‍⁠‌ Whoever is ahead,‍⁠ please identify yourself!”⁠‌

Although⁠ it was not​‍​ yet time for‌‍‌ the gates to‌ open, the men⁠ stood still, gazing⁠ in awe at‌‍ the castle walls.‍

Seeing‍ them, the guards‍ of Sturma seemed‌⁠‍ cautious, but ultimately​ had no choice⁠‌ but to lower⁠​ the spears they⁠‌ were holding when‍​ they heard a word.

No,‍ to be precise,‍‌ it was because⁠​‍ of the pointed‌​ ears of the‍ men that became⁠⁠​ visible when they‌⁠ lowered their hoods.‌‍​

“We‌​ are from Ausurin.”​‍

Upon‍ hearing the now⁠⁠ familiar demands of‍ humans, Baradis, the‌‌ leader of the⁠ rangers, searched inside‌ his chest and‌ raised a document.‌‌‌

The‌ emblem of Hainal‌​ was drawn on​‌ the beautifully sealed​​ exterior of the​ document.

“…Elf?”‌​‌

“This‍‍ is a letter⁠⁠​ of guarantee written‍​‍ by Baroness Alicia⁠ Hainal.”

The‍ guards seemed quite‍⁠ bewildered when they​‍ saw the elves​‍ in front of‍ them, who were‌‌ said to be‌‍‌ difficult to see‍ even once in⁠‌⁠ a lifetime.

This​‍‌ is because Sturma‍​ is a place​‍ where it is‍ hard to see‍ not only elves⁠‌ but even the​ beastmen who roam⁠ the continent.

“And‌ if the knight,⁠ Lord Vlad, is‌⁠ in this city,‍ I would like⁠ you to inform‌​ him that we⁠ have arrived.”

The​ elves seek out‍ Knight Vlad with‍​ the certified guarantee‍‌‍ from Baroness Alicia‍​​ Hainal.

The‌⁠‌ people whom the‌ clairvoyant mage had‍​ been waiting for​‌⁠ were now standing​ in front of‌​‌ the gates of‍ Sturma.

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