Indra Translations
Navigation
Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 200: Nidavellir Dwarf Liberation Front (2)

Chapter 200: Nidavellir Dwarf Liberation Front (2)

Trinova,‍ a western city.⁠‍⁠

There‌‍‍ was a mansion⁠ located in the‌ city center, avoiding‌‍‌ the desolate sands‌‌‍ that wandered the⁠ wasteland.

It‍‌ was a large⁠ and spacious mansion​‍ that was clearly⁠⁠ visible even from⁠​​ a distance, but‍​‍ it had a dark feeling, likely‍⁠ not just an‌‍‌ illusion.

“That’s‍ why I hate‌ coming to the⁠​​ west. There’s no‍ decent food, nothing‍​‍ to drink.”

“…”⁠⁠​

“Anyway,⁠‌ there’s no fun‌​​ in this town.”‌

The​ gold merchant, Barbosa,​ took off his⁠‌ boots and shook⁠‌⁠ out the sand⁠‌⁠ inside, muttering as​​​ he did.

It⁠‌​ didn’t match the‍ luxuriously decorated room‍​⁠ and was not⁠ courteous to the‍‍⁠ person sitting in⁠‍‍ front of him,‍‍⁠ but he acted⁠⁠‍ comfortably as if​⁠ nothing was really‌⁠‍ wrong.

“By​⁠⁠ the way, your​​ complexion seems to⁠ have worsened a lot since the‍⁠ last time I saw you, Count‍ Gaidar.”

“…It’s‌ inevitable, I suppose.”⁠‍

Barbosa,‌ who put his‍ boots back on​⁠⁠ over the sand‌‌ he had scattered,​ looked at Count⁠ Gaidar with a malicious smile.

Despite​‍​ the smiling, bright⁠ face, the count’s‍⁠⁠ slightly tilted head‍‍ seemed to convey⁠​ a strange sense⁠‌​ of pressure to‌‌​ anyone who looked⁠‍‌ at him.

“After⁠‌‍ all, it’s not​⁠‌ surprising you’re in‌​ such bad shape,‍ considering you lost​‍‌ around five thousand‌‌‍ men.”

“…”⁠​⁠

“On​ top of that,‍‌​ you also lost‌ Godin. I really‍‍​ felt sorry for​‌ that friend.”

“Stop⁠​ it.”

A robust figure with‌ strong eyebrows.

Although⁠⁠⁠ he had been‍ beaten down by‍‍‌ the shocking defeat,​ he still retained‍​⁠ a spirit of​⁠ recovery, unwilling to‍⁠⁠ give up.

“It​​ may have been⁠ a painful defeat,‌‍ but I’m not⁠ someone who gives​‍​ up after a single defeat. I am Sigmund Gaidar!”​​

“Even‌ if you say‍​‍ it quietly, I understand.”

However,‍ Barbosa merely covered​‍​ his ears with‍‍‌ his fingers, as​‌‌ if making noise,‍‌ ignoring the count’s⁠ vigor.

“What‌​‍ brings a busy​‍​ person like you‌⁠‍ all the way‍​ down here to‍ the south?”

“I​ have something to‍​ take back.”

“What?”‍⁠

Barbosa’s⁠‍‍ smiling face began‍ to distort strangely⁠​⁠ at Count Gaidar’s‍‍ question.

“What?⁠ You should remember​ me when you‍ see me.”

“…That.”​​

“You‍ borrowed money. Money.​​‍ Something shiny.”

For‌ a moment, Barbosa’s‌ head tilted forward​ and suddenly found⁠‌ itself under the‌‍ count’s chin.

He​⁠⁠ looked like a venomous snake.

“It⁠⁠ was money you‍‌ borrowed to feed,‌ clothe, and arm​⁠ five thousand soldiers.⁠ Isn’t that right?​‌ Where do you​ think you could‍‍ find that money​ in this miserable‌⁠​ town?”

“I⁠ borrowed that money​‍‌ from Dragon Blood…!”​⁠‌

“To⁠​‍ be exact, it’s‍‌‌ the money that​‍ Dragon Blood borrowed⁠⁠ from me.”

Barbosa,​‍ interrupting the count‌‌ with a fierce⁠⁠ smile, pulled a document from his‌​‌ pocket and tossed​ it to Count​⁠‌ Gaidar.

A sheet of eerily⁠​ bright red paper.‍‍

It⁠​⁠ was what was‍‌ called a “final​​​ warning,” the paper‍‍ most feared by⁠‍ those who had‌ borrowed money from‍‌‍ the House of⁠‌ Dragon Blood.

“And​ besides, the debtor⁠‌ is you.”

From‌ Ravnoma to Bayezid.⁠‍⁠

For‍⁠‌ an impoverished count’s​​⁠ family to end‍⁠ up as the⁠‍‍ loser in the‍⁠​ west, they would​ need proper support.​

However,​⁠ Dragulia’s support, which​ devoured as much‌‍⁠ as it starved,‍ finally halted Gaidar.​⁠‌

“So⁠‍ just leave it‍‍ at that.”

Barbosa,⁠‍⁠ lifting the red‍ paper with a familiar gesture, held⁠ it up in⁠ front of Count​ Gaidar’s eyes.

“I‌​‌ only need one​⁠ city. If the‌ calculations are approximate,​ is that okay?”‍​

Though⁠⁠ it was an‍ absurd pressure, it​​‍ was true he⁠ had borrowed something.​‌

Count⁠​​ Gaidar, trembling only⁠​‍ with his lips,‌⁠ dared not say‌ anything, because the‍​ report he had‌‍⁠ received before Barbosa⁠ entered stated that​⁠ a fleet had​⁠‍ come to take‌‍‍ over his city​‍ of Torchia.

“Isn’t‌​ it wonderful to‍‌‌ have good neighbors?​ If you sign‍‌ here, I can‍​ take care of‍ those in the⁠‌​ north for you.”‍​

Is‍‌‍ this what a sharp smile looks‍ like?

The‌ sinister golden teeth‍ gleamed at the‍⁠ corners of Barbosa’s⁠‍ smiling mouth.

***​​​

Clang-‍⁠

A harsh sound came​​⁠ from the worn​​ door, as if‌‌​ the owner didn’t‍ care.

But​‍ what irritated Vlad‌‍‍ more wasn’t that‍​ sound, but the​ fierce glares from⁠ the sailors sitting‍⁠⁠ in the bar.​⁠

Rejecting‌ a strange being‍​​ seemed to be‍ a common practice​​‌ everywhere.

“Here‌‌ you go. Some‍ brandy.”

“Looks‌​ like you’ve come​‌‍ to the wrong⁠​⁠ place. We don’t⁠ serve kids.”

“Don’t‍ be like that.​⁠ Shake it up‍​​ a bit. I can pay with‍ this.”

Vlad​‌ pulled a coin​​ from his pocket‍ and placed it⁠​ in front of‍​‌ the owner with‌​⁠ a loud clink.‌

The‌ rusty, unsightly coin‌ looked like something​ you wouldn’t want⁠​​ to keep even‌ if it was​ given to you​‌ for free, but‌ when the owner‌‍ saw the coin,‍⁠ a strange look⁠‍​ appeared in his‌ eyes.

“…Where‍​ are you from?”​‌

“The​⁠‌ North.”

“North?​​‍ Which part of​‌‌ the North?”

Vlad⁠​ chuckled and responded​​ to the owner’s⁠‌ superficial attempts to‍ probe him.

“I’ve​‌ got nothing to‍ say to a Nasau farmer.”

“…The‍⁠‌ customer’s arrived.”

Equals‍‌​ recognize each other.‍‌

Though​‌‍ Vlad seemed young,‌⁠ the bar owner⁠​‌ accepted the coin‍ on the table.‍​

“It‌‍⁠ might take some‌ time.”

“It‌​​ better be quick.”⁠⁠‍

When‌ Vlad saw the‍⁠ owner take off​‌⁠ his apron and⁠ try to leave,‌​ he pointed behind⁠ him with his‍⁠‍ thumb and said,⁠⁠

“I‌⁠ hate people staring⁠‌‌ at my back.”‌

“Be‍​​ careful then.”

Vlad‌⁠‍ took the drink​‌ offered by the‌⁠ owner and looked⁠​ back.

Men​​ with their hands⁠ in their pockets,‌⁠⁠ hidden under their⁠ clothes.

Though‌‍ they looked ready⁠‍ to draw a knife at any​ moment, Vlad smiled​ at them and‌⁠‌ offered the glass.‍

“Strangely,​‌ I feel at‍​ home.”

Though‍ he had ordered‍⁠ brandy, what he⁠ got was a cheap mix of‌​ rum and some‍ unknown liquid.

However,‍​⁠ Vlad, used to⁠ the harshness of⁠​⁠ the drink, didn’t​​ seem to mind,‌​ took a sip,⁠​ and frowned.

“This‌⁠‌ time, it’s the⁠‍‍ sea.”

Vlad,​‍ who had all⁠​ the time to​‍​ himself in the⁠‌ quiet bar with‍⁠ no owner or⁠​⁠ customers, pulled a piece of paper⁠​ from his pocket⁠ and looked at​ it.

The‌‍ image was crudely​ drawn, as if⁠​ by a child,‌‍‌ and on it‍‌⁠ was a single‍⁠ striking golden light.⁠‍⁠

***​‍‍

“What’s​​‍ this?”

“A​‌ revelation.”

One⁠ night after leaving‌‌ Sturma, Baradis approached‌ the campfire they⁠​⁠ had set up‌​ for the night.​

“The‍⁠ priestess gave this‍ to me. In​​ fact, I came‍‍⁠ all this way⁠​ mainly to deliver‍ it to you.”‌

Baradis,‌ who had ventured⁠‌​ into the outside‍⁠​ world in search⁠⁠ of traces of‌‌‌ the World Mother‍​⁠ Tree, joined the‌⁠​ group heading to‍‍ the island of‍ the dwarves.

The‍​‍ west, where the‍​ group was headed,‍ was once home‌‍‌ to the World‌ Mother Tree, and⁠​ Joseph, in his​⁠ search for opportunities,‌‌ had no reason⁠⁠‌ to turn down‌‌‍ the elves.

“I​ see. Thank you.”​‍

Though‍⁠⁠ he said thanks,‍‌ Vlad’s hand showed⁠​​ some hesitation as‍⁠⁠ he reached for‌ the drawing.

“…It‌‍ seems her drawing‍ skills haven’t improved.”‍⁠‍

“Consistency​ is part of⁠​‍ her charm.”

A revelation given to‍‍‍ the knight who‍⁠ saved the World‌‍‌ Tree by the⁠ priestess of the​ elves.

However,⁠​⁠ despite the grand​ reason, the drawing‌‌‌ in his hand​ looked like a child’s work, with⁠​⁠ crooked and rough‌‍ lines.

“What⁠‍‌ is this? Why​ is everything around‌​ it so dark?”​

“It’s⁠⁠​ the sea.”

“Then​⁠‍ what’s this floating​⁠ here? A log?”‍‌

“It’s⁠‌‌ a ship.”

“…”‍‌‍

It​⁠ was so terrible⁠⁠‌ that even asking​ about it was‌ embarrassing, but there⁠‌⁠ was a light⁠ in the drawing​ that seemed vaguely‍​ recognizable.

A point of light⁠ shone on the‍‍‍ brown mass the⁠‍ priestess called a ship. Although it​ didn’t have a human shape, the‍ light was unmistakably⁠ familiar to Vlad.​

“Could⁠‌ this be me?”‌

“As‍ expected, you recognize​‌​ it at a glance.”

Baradis,‍⁠ a bit excited​​⁠ that Vlad recognized‍‍‌ the drawing made​ by his younger‍‍ sister, smiled and‍ nodded.

“A‍ knight lighting a beacon on a drifting ship in‍‍‌ the sea…”

Nibelun,​‍⁠ who had silently‌​ approached, murmured as​⁠‌ he looked at​‌‌ the drawing.

Judging‍​​ by his bright‌⁠⁠ eyes, it seemed⁠​ the revelation delivered⁠⁠ by the priestess​ had sparked great⁠⁠‍ interest in him.⁠​‍

“I’ve⁠‌​ never seen such​⁠‍ a clear revelation‍⁠‍ before. Whoever the‌ prophet is, their‌​⁠ level is extremely‍⁠ high.”

“Clear?⁠⁠‍ This?”

Without⁠​​ permission, Nibelun had​‍ already taken a magnifying glass from‍⁠​ his backpack and‍‍ was examining the‌‌​ drawing with admiration.‌‌‍ The careful way⁠⁠‌ he handled the‍ drawing, as if⁠​‍ it were a masterpiece, made Vlad​‍ click his tongue.‍‍

“…Being‌⁠ able to pinpoint‌‌ gaps in time‍ so clearly. Someday,‍‌ I really want‍‌ to visit the‍ forest of the​⁠ elves.”

“With​‌ Lord Vlad.”

“I‍ really want to​​ go. Let’s go⁠‍ together. Please.”

When​​‍ Baradis said Vlad⁠​​ had to come‍‌ along, Nibelun clasped‍ his hands as​​​ if begging.

The⁠⁠‌ pupils, characteristic of‍ the beast people,⁠ gradually became wider⁠​‌ and rounder, but‌⁠ Vlad wasn’t really⁠ looking at Nibelun.​‍​

“This⁠‍ time, I’m lucky.”⁠

“What?”⁠​⁠

A light flickering precariously​​‍ over the dark‍​ sea.

Vlad​⁠​ rummaged through the‌ crackling fire, looking‌ at the color⁠⁠ that clearly depicted‌‍ him.

“Because​​ the revelation points⁠​​ to me.”

In​ the city of​ Moshiam, there was⁠ a canary that‍‌‍ sacrificed itself for‌⁠‌ me.

She​‍ was the bird‌‍ that illuminated the⁠​​ darkness, guiding me‌⁠ on the right⁠ path.

Having⁠ buried the pain⁠‍ of Justia’s death​‍ in his heart,​ Vlad felt relieved⁠‍ that this time,‍⁠ the curse was‌ directed only at‌‍ him.

***​‍‍

“Here​ is the map.”⁠‍

“…”‌⁠​

“And⁠ this too.”

The‍‍ port of Nassau‌‌‍ at sunset.

The⁠⁠ western sea, much​ warmer than when​ we left Sturma​ a month ago,​‌ was starting to‍⁠ spread out.

“What⁠ is this?”

The‍ secret contact the⁠‌‍ bar owner had​‌ provided looked like‌‌‍ a common dockworker.‌‍

He,‌‍ who had been​⁠ carrying loads as‍‌ long as his‍ weathered face suggested,‌​ now stood in‌‍⁠ front of Vlad,‌ patting his hunched‌‌ back.

“It’s‍⁠‌ a seashell. Isn’t⁠‌ it big?”

“What⁠ is a seashell?”​‍‍

“…Ah,‍‌ that’s right, you​‌⁠ said you came⁠ from the north.”‍

It​‍‌ was a strangely‍​‍ curved object.

Vlad’s‌‍​ expression wrinkled at‍ the sight of⁠⁠ the shell, hard‍ to believe it​​ was once a living thing.

“In‌‍‍ any case, use​​ it as a horn. You know⁠​ what a horn​​‍ is, right?”

“Then⁠‌ will they come?”​⁠‌

In‌ response to Vlad’s​⁠‍ question, the old​‌⁠ dockworker only shrugged.​

“I‍‍ don’t know.”

“…”‍⁠‍

“The‌ only sure thing​‌ is that the‌ place marked on‍ the map is‍‌ shrouded in fog,‍ a place even⁠‍ experienced captains avoid.⁠ So I can’t‌ guarantee you a ship.”

What‌​‌ he had in⁠ his hands was‍ a rudimentary map​ and the remains‌⁠ of an ancient⁠‌‍ shell.

But‌‌⁠ these were the​‍ only clues to⁠ reach the island⁠ of the dwarves,⁠‍​ so Vlad had‌​ no choice but⁠​ to nod.

“The​‌ ship is fine.‍⁠ We’ve already secured‌​ one.”

“That’s‍ a relief.”

Realizing⁠⁠ the meeting was​‌⁠ over, the old⁠ man lifted the‌ flag staff he‍ carried with great‌⁠‍ difficulty and bowed​ his head.

Until‍ a moment ago,⁠‍ he had been‌‌ the secret contact,‍⁠​ but now he‌ looked like a simple dockworker.

Nassau,​ a land of⁠‍‍ Bayezid, but still‌⁠⁠ with western customs.​

Helping⁠‌ the dwarves here⁠ was something that‌‍ had to be⁠ kept secret.

“Then,‍‌ let’s not meet⁠‍ again.”

“Here⁠​​ you go.”

It⁠ was Vlad who⁠ tossed a gold‌⁠ coin to the‌​ old man for‍‍ his hard work,⁠​ but he simply‍ shook his head​‌ and quietly handed‍ it back.

“I’ve​‍ already been paid‍ by the dwarves.”‍

“…”⁠‌​

Vlad‍⁠‌ scratched his cheek⁠ as he watched‌‌ the old man‍ leave with difficulty,‍​⁠ carrying his sack.‍‍⁠

Though⁠ he seemed an‌‌‍ insignificant old man,‍ he appeared to​‌ have something that⁠ couldn’t be replaced⁠‌ by gold coins.⁠‍

“So​ the other ships‍​ don’t want to​ go…”

After‌ the old man⁠‍ left, Vlad walked‍⁠ toward the dock,⁠⁠‌ alone in the​‍⁠ port.

Now,‍‌ the western sea‌ where you could⁠​ even feel the‌​​ scent of spring.​⁠‍

In‍⁠‌ the deepening twilight,⁠⁠‌ Vlad took out‌​ the drawing the‍⁠ priestess had given​⁠‍ him upon seeing⁠‍ a familiar shadow.‍​

“Seeing⁠‌ it like this,​ it looks similar.”​​‌

At​​ first glance, it‌ only seemed like​​⁠ a brown mass,‍‌‍ but upon comparison,​⁠‌ there was a certain resemblance.

A small body with⁠ a tall mast.‍​‍

And‌ a white triangular‌ sail fluttering at‌‌⁠ the top.

A small ship entering​ Nassau’s port with⁠‌⁠ the sunset.

Recognizing⁠‌‌ the familiar ship​‍ that had set‌‍ off from Soara,​ Vlad raised his⁠‍ hand and waved⁠‌‍ it high.

“I’m⁠ here, Harven!”

Liberation‌‍ Front of Dwarves‍‍​ Nidavellir.

The‍‌ ship that would‍⁠⁠ take the group​‌ there was the‌‌ red-haired Zemina, captained‌​ by Harven.

What did you think of this chapter?
0 reactions

0 Comments


There are no comments yet. Be the first!

Reader Settings
Page mode
Timer
Text Indent
Auto scroll
Tap to read
Pin menu
Translate page
Select language to automatically translate chapter content.
Audio & AI Voice
This chapter has pre-loaded audio
Ads Blocker Image Powered by Code Help Pro

Ads Blocker Detected!!!

We have detected that you are using extensions to block ads. Please support us by disabling these ads blocker.