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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 201: The Young Tall Furnace (1)

Chapter 201: The Young Tall Furnace (1)

Even‍ in this moment‍⁠‍ when everything is⁠⁠ collapsing, my heart⁠​‌ kept beating.

Though‍ I was born⁠ cold, it held​​‌ the world’s most‌ intense heat inside‌‍‍ it.

Within‍‌ the heart, glowing⁠⁠‌ a bright red,​‌‌ there seemed to‌⁠ be a massive​‌‍ dragon made of⁠​ fire looking down‌ at Kihano.

“…This⁠‍‍ is the great‌⁠‌ tall furnace.”

The⁠‍​ eternal breath that‌ resides within the‍​‍ great furnace.

Facing⁠⁠ the eyes of⁠‌ the purest and​​‌ hottest spirit of⁠ any flame, Kihano‍⁠​ removed the hood​‍‍ he was wearing.​

The‍⁠ sound of the​‍⁠ city collapsing was⁠ loud outside, but‍ when I made‍⁠​ eye contact with‍⁠ the old and‍‌‍ gigantic being, it⁠⁠ felt as if​⁠‌ time had stopped.‌⁠‌

Clang!‌‌‍ Clang!

With​⁠ each thunderous vibration‌ that shook the‌‍‌ ground, stone dust‍‌‍ fell from the⁠​ ceiling, and the​‍ hanging forge tools‍⁠​ creaked dangerously.

However,⁠⁠ the old dwarf’s‍ hand forging his‌⁠ last masterpiece remained‍‌⁠ steady and precise.‌

“…Almost‌​ finished.”

With⁠ gritted teeth, the​​‌ old dwarf hammered⁠​ the anvil.

At⁠ this moment, he⁠‌ was putting his⁠‍ whole body into‌‍‍ hammering the red-hot​​ metal, to the‍‍‍ point that even​⁠ his stance was​ faltering.

Each⁠ strike made his‌ face appear to​⁠⁠ wither, which was‍​‌ not just an‌​ illusion.

Grrraaaar!​​‍

“Master!​ There’s no time‍ left!”

Amidst​​ the constant sound⁠ of hammering, the‍ dragon’s roar, now‌ close, could be‍ heard.

Sensing​‍ the approaching threat,⁠⁠‌ Kihano urgently called‌‍‌ out to the⁠ old dwarf, but​​‍ he just focused‌ on giving the‍​‌ final blows.

“So,‌ this is your⁠‍⁠ form.”

From‍ a shapeless piece,‍‌ it had now‌ become a sword​ with a defined‍⁠​ outline.

The‍‌​ old dwarf smiled‌‍‍ with satisfaction as⁠⁠⁠ he looked at‌‌ the sword, which‌​ had been polished​ to a smooth⁠‍ appearance, as if​‍⁠ it had wanted‍ to be born⁠​ in that shape.​‍​

“…It’s‍ ready. Young swordsman.”‍

The‌ highest point of‍ the forge, which‌ only the finest‍ masters can ascend.‌​

The​‌​ old dwarf there​​ placed a silver⁠ sword into the⁠ molten metal flowing‍⁠ along the pipe.‍‍​

He​‍⁠ was too far⁠‍ to hand it⁠ over personally, and⁠⁠ his aged body⁠‍ no longer had‌‍ any energy left.⁠⁠

The‍‍⁠ slowly cooling molten‌ metal began to‍ carry the old‌​‍ dwarf’s last creation.⁠⁠‌

“This‌ is the last‌ work of this​⁠ forge!”

The‍⁠ forge was collapsing.‌

The‍‍ stone dust, which‍​ fell occasionally, was‌​‌ now coming down‌‍​ in the form‍ of debris.

“Master!⁠ You have to⁠ get out quickly!”​‍‍

“No!”‌⁠​

In​⁠‍ response to Kihano’s​⁠ cry, the old⁠‌‌ dwarf just shook‍‍ his head.

The⁠ spirit dragon inside⁠‌​ the tall furnace⁠ approached the dwarf,⁠ as if thanking⁠ him for his‍⁠ last effort.

“If​‍⁠ you don’t mind,⁠ give this name.‌ Kihano Frausen!”

Following​​ the metal veins‌‌⁠ from high to‍‍ low.

The​ silver sword, forged​ by the old⁠​​ dwarf’s hands, stopped‍​ in front of‌​ Kihano along with⁠‍​ the red-hot metal.⁠

“The⁠ last creation of‍⁠ the tall furnace,​​ ‘The Silver Knight.’”‍

“…Master⁠‌ smith!”

Kwakagagagang-!​⁠

With‍‌ the old dwarf’s‍ last words, the​​⁠ ceiling collapsed, and⁠⁠ a huge shadow​‍⁠ fell upon him.⁠‌​

However,​‌​ the old dwarf‍⁠⁠ only smiled as⁠​ if he was​‌ satisfied until the‍ last moment of‍‍ his life.

“…It’s‌ okay.”

Through⁠‌‌ the broken ceiling,‍‌ cold blue eyes.‍‌

Kihano⁠ looked up fiercely‌‌​ as he met⁠​ the gaze of⁠‍‍ the most perfect⁠‌‍ dragon.

“The⁠ Silver Knight you‍‌ sent me. I have received it.”⁠

From‌ the collapsing tall‌‍ furnace, the last‌​ breath of the​‍‌ spirit spread out.‍

Feeling⁠⁠​ that breath scatter‌​​ fleetingly, Kihano raised‌‍ the Silver Knight.‌​‍

The​​ cast iron that​‌ began in the​ tall furnace had‌‍ cooled, but he⁠⁠‌ felt as if​⁠ he could still⁠‍ feel the bright‌ red heartbeat of​‌​ the silver knight‌⁠⁠ he was holding.​

***‍‍

“Hmm…”⁠⁠

On‌​ the deck, where‌​ the sailors hurried‍⁠ back and forth,​​‌ Vlad sat in‌⁠‌ a corner, inspecting‌⁠‌ his sword with​ a narrowed eye.‍⁠

“No​​‍ matter how much⁠‌ I look at​​ this thing, I can’t tell if‌​‍ it’s sharp or​⁠ not.”

Though‍​ it was his‍⁠ precious sword, Vlad’s⁠‌ expression showed slight⁠ dissatisfaction.

This​​ was because he⁠ didn’t like the​​⁠ balance of the​​⁠ sword, which had‍ become slightly distorted​ due to the‌‍ battles so far.‍

[It’s​ inevitable. It’s not‍ something that can​‌ be fixed with⁠ a simple sharpening⁠ stone.]

“Still,‍​ it feels strangely‍⁠‌ smooth.”

[That’s‌ also inevitable. It’s⁠ not finished.]

Hearing​ Kihano say that⁠ nothing could be⁠‌‌ done, Vlad let​ out a small⁠ sigh.

As⁠⁠‍ he said, Vlad’s​⁠ current sword was‍‌‌ an unfinished blade‌‌‍ that had not⁠ yet reached completion.⁠​⁠

‘My‌ grandfather said he‌‌ had sharpened the​ blade, but hadn’t‌ tempered it properly…​​ I’m sorry.’

Vlad‍‍ recalled the young⁠ priestess who had⁠‌ apologized with a remorseful expression while‌ handing him the⁠ sword she had​‍ forged with so‍​ much effort.

She‌‍​ had said that‍​ her inexperience had‍⁠⁠ caused the problem,‍‌‍ but that was​ also inevitable.

“Mist!‌‍ The mist is‍ coming!”

[It‍⁠‌ seems we’ve arrived.]​

Hearing⁠‌ the lookout’s shout,‌ Vlad stood up‌ and could see‌ the mist approaching‍‍‍ from afar, just⁠‍ as the lookout‌​ had said.

Indeed,​⁠‌ as the lookout⁠ had mentioned, a misty fog was​⁠‍ coming in from​‍​ the distant sea.‌‌⁠

“This⁠ mist is as⁠⁠ white as if​⁠‌ milk had been‍ spilled.”

Observing⁠‍‌ the fog over​⁠‍ the sea, Vlad⁠⁠‌ sheathed his sword​​ and quickly moved‌​ toward the railing.⁠

This​ was because Otar’s‌‍‌ voice scolding the‍‍‌ sailors on deck‌‌‍ was unusual.

“Lower⁠ all the sails!‍‌​ We’re entering a reef zone!”

“Those⁠​ without tasks, go‍​‍ to the railing⁠⁠ and keep a lookout! If you‍ see anything, shout‍​‍ immediately!”

The‌‌‌ waves were calm,⁠‍ but Otar’s voice‍⁠‍ from the center​‍ of the deck‍ was as loud⁠ as thunder.

Even​​‍ Vlad was momentarily⁠​ surprised that Otar,‌ who was usually‌⁠ quiet, had such⁠ a powerful voice.​​‍

“We’re⁠ entering! Everyone, to‌‍‍ your positions!”

With⁠‍ the loud sound⁠ of Harven turning‍ the helm, the‍‌ Zemina was swallowed​ by the mist.​

Then‌ what you see⁠ is a fog​ thicker than expected.‌‍‍

Feeling‍‌ as if not​⁠⁠ only his vision​⁠​ but also the‌‌‌ sounds he could​⁠ hear were obscured,⁠ Vlad turned his‌‌ head back and⁠ forth as if‍⁠ curious.

“Are‌​⁠ you also keeping​‌‍ watch, Lord Joseph?”⁠

“No.”‌‍

The⁠ fog was so​ thick that it‍‌ seemed as if‌‌ Joseph had appeared‌​​ out of nowhere.‍

He‌ walked indifferently and‌‌ now rested his‍‌ arms on the‌‍‍ railing, looking out‌ at the sea‍ where nothing could‌⁠​ be seen.

“You‍⁠ seem to be‍‌ doing well lately.​⁠ I’m glad.”

“Really?”⁠‌

Perhaps‌ it was because‍‍‍ of the white‍⁠ mist, but Joseph’s​ usually dark shadowed​⁠ eyes were not​⁠‍ visible.

Vlad⁠ was smiling at‍ seeing Joseph, who‍⁠ had become much​⁠ healthier these days,​‌​ but frowned when​⁠‌ he heard the‍ sound that followed.⁠⁠

“Uueeegh-”​​⁠

“…Hmm.”⁠

A very explicit sound​ came from Joseph,​ who had lowered‍‍⁠ his head.

In‍‍ a vision that‍ seemed familiar from⁠⁠‌ somewhere before, Vlad​‌ simply kept his‍ distance and rubbed‌​ Joseph’s back.

‘It‌​ must be genetic‌‍‍ to be susceptible‍‍ to seasickness.’

Vlad,‌⁠⁠ scratching his head⁠‌ awkwardly, thought of⁠⁠ the two brothers,​‌ who though different‍​‍ in appearance, shared​​ this weakness.

He​ felt a bit​​ uncomfortable thinking that​ perhaps he too‌‍ could have something⁠‌⁠ in common with‌ these people.

“Vlad.​ I think we’ve​‌​ reached the point‍​‍ marked on the⁠⁠‌ map.”

“Well⁠‍ done.”

Vlad‌⁠⁠ nodded as he‌‍​ looked at Harven‌ coming down from‍‍ the helm.

Although⁠ it was a difficult place that⁠‌​ most captains would‍‍​ avoid, and even‍‌⁠ though it was‍ his first time‍​‌ on this voyage,⁠‍‌ Harven finally managed‌ to bring the⁠ group safely to​ their destination.

“And​ now what? Do‌‍⁠ we just blow‌‌​ this?”

“That’s‍‌⁠ what they say.”‍‌‍

“Then​‍​ we should do‍​ it quickly. Even​‍​ though we’ve anchored,‍​‍ the nearby reefs‌⁠‍ are a concern.”‍

The‌ conch shell that⁠ would likely mark‍ a highlight in⁠⁠ the journey was⁠‌​ ready. Although Joseph,‌‍ as the leader⁠ of the group,⁠‍ should have blown​⁠⁠ it, he was‌‌ still by the⁠ railing vomiting.

“…Do⁠ it yourself.”

“I​‌ guess I have​⁠ to.”

With‌‍‌ the sound of⁠⁠⁠ vomiting still in⁠ the background, Harven‌ quickly handed the⁠‌​ conch shell to​‍ Vlad.

It⁠‌ was impossible for‍​⁠ a conch shell⁠‍​ that seemed precious‍​ to emit a strange smell without​‌ reason.

“Hmm.”​​

Vlad⁠‍ accepted the conch⁠‌ shell from Harven‌ with an awkward‌‍‍ gesture.

Though‍ it was just‌‍ a signaling instrument,​​ he had never​⁠​ held one before.‌⁠‌

“Through​‌ this small hole…”‍​

“Yes,⁠⁠‍ that’s right.”

Vlad​⁠​ brought the conch​‍ shell to his‌ mouth, looking out‍ at the unseen⁠⁠ sea. The sailors,‍⁠ knowing they could​ only rely on‌‍⁠ the conch shell,‍‌ watched his movements‌⁠ attentively.

“Piii-”​‌

“What‍ are you doing⁠ now?”

“…Damn.‌‌⁠ I guess it’s​ because it’s my‍‍​ first time.”

The​ sound of Joseph​⁠ vomiting beside me.‍

In‌ front, the disappointed‍‍ look of Harven.⁠⁠

Feeling‌⁠‍ embarrassed by the‌​ weak whistle he​ had produced, Vlad‌ took a deep⁠‍ breath.

“Puuuuu-”​

“You⁠‍ did it!”

“Oh!”​⁠⁠

A loud and clear‍​ sound echoed over⁠ the sea. It​ might have been‌ his imagination, but⁠​ Vlad felt that‍⁠ the sound of⁠ the conch shell‌​‌ reverberated through the‍ fog.

“I’ve⁠‍‌ blown the conch‍‌ shell, but now⁠‌ what?”

“…Good‍​ question.”

However,⁠​‍ after blowing the‌‌ horn, all that⁠‌‍ could be felt​ was the silence‌‌ conveyed by the‍⁠‍ gentle waves.

Joseph,‍ who was wiping‌‍ his mouth under​​⁠ the gaze of‍ Harven and Vlad,⁠ simply shrugged.

“We‍ have to keep‍⁠​ blowing until something‍ happens.”

“…”⁠

How​⁠‌ long does it​​‍ mean to keep⁠ blowing?

Looking‍‌ at Joseph, who⁠ was leaning against⁠⁠ the railing with⁠‍‌ a helpless expression​‌ on his face,‍ Vlad brought the‍‍⁠ conch shell to‌⁠⁠ his mouth once‌ again.

“Huh?”‍​

However,​ just as he⁠‍⁠ was about to‍ blow the horn,‍​ Vlad could see⁠​ a long stick‌‍ floating in the⁠⁠ sea.

I don’t know why,‌‌‌ but Vlad noticed‍ a strange look⁠‌ and quickly grabbed‌ Harven’s shoulder.

“Harven,⁠‍ what is that?‍‌​ Is it a sea creature?”

“Huh?‌⁠⁠ Where?”

Harven‍‍‌ tilted his head,‍ looking in the‍ direction Vlad was⁠ pointing.

However,​‌ where Harven looked,​‌‌ there was only⁠ a calm sea.‍⁠

The​⁠‌ long stick that​ Vlad had just​⁠ seen wasn’t even‌ visible.

“What⁠‍ are you talking​ about?”

“It‌ just submerged.”

“What?”⁠⁠

“…I’m​‌⁠ telling you something⁠ submerged.”

Seeing‌​⁠ Vlad with a frozen expression on‌ his face as⁠‌​ if he had‍ seen a ghost,⁠‍​ Harven swallowed involuntarily.​‍‍

He​‌‍ knew that Vlad‍⁠‌ didn’t exaggerate or⁠‍‌ joke about these‍‍ things.

“There’s​​​ something there.”

Vlad,‌‌ scanning the sea‍⁠ with narrowed eyes,‍⁠⁠ saw bubbles rising‌⁠ from below.

It​ was a strange‍ sign that didn’t⁠‌‍ match the previously​⁠ calm sea.

“…Nibelun,‍​​ do you sense‍⁠‍ anything?”

“What‌​ do you mean?”​

“That⁠‌‌ mysterious thing you’re‌‌‌ talking about. It’s‌ something that’s hard⁠ to explain with‌ words.”

At‌⁠‍ Vlad’s sudden question,⁠‍ Nibelun perked up‍‌​ his ears.

A world of mystery​ pursued by the⁠‌ instinct of curiosity.‌‌

However,‌‌ Nibelun couldn’t find‍ any sign of⁠ it anywhere in‌‍​ the wide sea.‍

“No,​‍‍ besides the fog,‌​‌ I don’t feel‍ anything special.”

“Really?”‍​

After‍‌ hearing Nibelun’s response,⁠ Vlad slowly drew‌ his sword.

The‍ group surrounding them‍ began to panic‌‌⁠ seeing him move‌​⁠ cautiously, fearing that‍​ someone might notice.​‍‍

“…Then,​​⁠ I’ll handle this.”‍‍

The‌ bubbles that had​ been rising on‌⁠‌ the calm water’s‍‌ surface were now‌⁠​ clearly visible.

So​ much so that​ even the sailors‍ watching from the‍​ railing could recognize‍​ it.

Noticing​‌‍ Vlad’s attention, Jager‍‍ also caressed his⁠‍‍ patch while drawing‌‍⁠ his sword.

“Everyone​​‌ to their positions…!”⁠

The‍⁠‌ Zemina swayed.

As‌‍ when you encounter‍ a storm.

As​‍​ the sea surface‌ became increasingly agitated,​⁠ even the sailors​ had no choice​‌ but to realize‌‍‍ that something was⁠ beneath the surface.‌⁠

“Go‍‍​ to your respective​‍ positions!”

Splash!‍‍

With‌⁠ Harven’s shout, the​‍‌ ship began to‍‌‌ rock violently.

It⁠​ was due to⁠⁠ the waves created‍‌ by an unknown‌⁠ entity that had‌‌‌ struck the ship.​

“Something’s​ out of the⁠ water!”

“It’s​​ a coffin from‌​ hell, coming to‌‌‍ take us!”

Panic‌‌‍ spread among the​ sailors, and some⁠‍‌ knelt on the⁠‍ deck, praying for⁠‌ their lives.

“…What‌‌‍ the hell is⁠⁠ this?”

[This‌‍​ is the first​‍​ time I’ve seen‌ it too.]

The​ sailors who had‌​‍ roamed the sea​ all their lives‍‌ didn’t know, and‍ even the mage‌⁠​ who dealt with‍‍⁠ mysteries hadn’t noticed.⁠

And​‍⁠ as he looked‌ at the strange‍​ creature whose identity⁠ even the experienced‌‌​ Kihano didn’t know,⁠ Vlad gripped his⁠ sword tightly.

The​ creature, now visible‌​ on the water’s‍ surface, had a strange antenna on​​ its head, similar​ to the stick​‌ Vlad had seen‌ earlier.

***​​​

“Little⁠​‍ one, little one.​ Why are you‍ so lively today?”⁠‍‌

A smile spread across‍‍ the long eyebrows​​ of the old​ dwarf.

This‌⁠‍ was because the‌‍ young lizard swimming‍​ over the red-hot⁠⁠ molten iron was⁠​ moving actively today.⁠

“Why⁠ are you so‍⁠ happy? Could it⁠‌ be because the‌‍ visitor you’ve been⁠​‌ waiting for has‍ arrived?”

The‌ dragon, swimming in‍‌ the old blast⁠‍ furnace, seemed to⁠ understand the blacksmith’s⁠‌‍ words and nodded‌ repeatedly.

Puuu!⁠

The​‍ young dragon spat‍⁠​ out a small​⁠‍ fountain of bright‍​⁠ red molten metal,‍‌⁠ as if it‌‌‌ were in a good mood.

The⁠⁠ old dwarf, with⁠ his hunched back,​ straightened up after⁠‍‌ observing the young‌‍‍ dragon’s antics.

He​​‍ lifted his head‍‍ and looked out⁠ into the distance⁠‌⁠ through the window,​​ toward the sea.‍‍⁠

“Anyway,⁠‌⁠ do you think⁠‌ they’re doing a good job guiding⁠‌ the guests?”

The​​ old man, the‍⁠ only craftsman left‍‌ in modern Nidavellir,​ frowned as he​‍ looked at the‍‌⁠ dense white fog‌ surrounding the island.‍

It⁠‍‌ was a fog​ that no one​​​ could easily escape​‍‍ from without a guide.

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