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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 202: The Young Tall Furnace (2)

Chapter 202: The Young Tall Furnace (2)

“The⁠‍⁠ ship that left​​ Nassau is said‌ to have reached⁠‍‌ the fog zone.”‌‍

“Really?”‌‍‌

In‍​​ the dimly lit⁠‍ office, a man‍ holding a red‍‌ fruit smiled upon​⁠ hearing the report.​⁠

“It‍‌ seems that the‌‌‌ northerners are finally‌⁠⁠ going to meet⁠‍ the dwarves.”

The‌⁠ man began slicing‌‌​ the fruit into⁠ pieces one by‌‍⁠ one and feeding‌‍​ them to the⁠‌ parrot perched on‍ his shoulder.

The⁠​ colorful parrot’s eyes‌⁠ narrowed as if​​⁠ it enjoyed the‌ bitter taste its​ owner was offering.‍​

“Did⁠ you bribe the‌ sailor properly?”

“Yes,‍‌‌ we’ve already placed‌ the communication crystal‌ on the ship.”⁠‍‌

“Good.”​‍‌

Satisfied‌‍ with the report,​ the man swung‌‌ his feet off‍‍‍ the table and,‌‍​ holding the parrot‌ on his finger,‌⁠​ walked over to​ the window.

“At‍​ last, I’ll finally‍‌​ see the island​⁠ of the dwarves.”‌‌‍

Sunlight​​‌ started streaming in‌ through the open​ window, revealing the‍‌ blue sea.

The​‌⁠ man began to‌⁠ laugh as he​‍⁠ felt the salty‍⁠⁠ sea breeze coming‍⁠ in.

“I‍​⁠ should start preparing‌​ as well.”

However,‌ although the sea‌ was blue, the‍‌‌ adjacent port was⁠⁠​ completely black with​‍⁠ lined-up ships.

And‌​​ on the sails⁠‍‍ of all the​‍ ships waved flags​​ with the same‍ emblem.

They⁠ were the crests⁠​ of the Barbosa​​ family, adorned entirely⁠‍ in gold.

***‌‌​

The‌⁠​ Zemina advanced over‍⁠ the calm waves.‍‍

Because‍ it was in‍‍ the fog, it⁠ was the same‍‌ no matter where​‌ you looked, and⁠ the surrounding area⁠⁠‍ was filled with⁠‍ remnants of broken‌⁠ ships, perhaps due‍ to reefs. However,⁠⁠ Harven’s movements while‍ holding the helm‍ showed no hesitation.‍

This‍‌ was because they‌⁠ had finally found​‌ something to cling‍​ to in the‌ vast ocean.

“That‌ looks like a moonfish.”

“What​‍‌ is a moonfish?”⁠

“A⁠‍⁠ fish that looks​​ like that.”

“…When‌ you put it‌ like that, I have no idea.”‍

Vlad​‍ ignored Harven’s nonsensical‌ words and looked‍ ahead.

Currently,​​⁠ the Zemina was⁠ following a ship​⁠‍ with a strangely‌ shaped body that​ was hard to​‍ describe.

It‍⁠⁠ was short in⁠​ length but tall​⁠ in height, which‌​‌ made even someone⁠​ as inexperienced as​ Vlad think it‌ looked extremely unstable.‍‌‌

“A‌ ship that swims⁠​​ underwater… no one‌‍ would believe it.”‍⁠

“That’s‍​‍ right.”

Vlad‌​ responded to Harven’s⁠‌⁠ words and looked‌ toward the bow‍ of the Zemina.​

Not‌ only Nibelun, who‍‍ seeks out mysterious‌‌ things, but also​⁠ Joseph, Jager, and⁠⁠‍ the elves of‌​ Ausurin.

They​⁠ all gathered and⁠ said it was​​ the first time⁠ they’d seen something​ so strange, despite⁠ the uncomfortable atmosphere‍ they’d been feeling‍⁠ until now.

“There​‍ are ships that⁠​ move without wind‍ and ships that‍ swim underwater.”

Vlad⁠‌ raised his hand‌‍⁠ to his eyebrow‍​​ and looked away.‍

This​ was because the‌‍​ wind passing through⁠​‌ his hair felt​​ cooler than before.⁠

“I‍⁠​ wonder what else‍​ there is.”

The​‌‍ clear sunlight began‍ to shine on⁠⁠​ the back of⁠​ Vlad’s hand, which‍​​ was placed over‌⁠ his eyes.

With​​‌ that, the white​ fog, as if‌​​ it were a lie, began to‍‌ clear.

As​‍⁠ the dense fog⁠⁠‍ that had blocked‌​ their view disappeared,‌ the crew members‍ began to express​ their amazement spontaneously.⁠‌

“It‍‌ must be the​‌ island of the​⁠​ dwarves.”

“Yes.”‍

Vlad‌ nodded as he‍​ looked in the‍⁠​ direction Harven was⁠‍ pointing.

An‍ island floating alone⁠ under a flock‌‌ of seagulls hovering​‌‌ over the blue​ sea.

Finally,⁠ the island they​⁠‍ had been searching‍‍ for appeared before‍‌‍ them, reflecting the‍‌ sunlight on the​⁠ water.

The‌‍⁠ island of the‍‌‍ dwarves, Lemnos.

Just⁠ as Ausurin was​ the last bastion‍‌⁠ for the elves,‍ Lemnos was a refuge for the‍ dwarves, who now⁠‌ welcomed them.

***​‌

“Then,⁠‌‌ it seems we​⁠‌ part ways here.”​

From‌ the half-submerged ship,​​​ a dwarf climbed​ up and waved‌​⁠ towards Vlad.

“Thank⁠​​ you for saving​‌⁠ us back then.”⁠⁠⁠

The‍ captain of the‌‌ strange ship that⁠‌ had guided them‍⁠‌ until now was⁠⁠ Vulcan, a warrior​‍‌ from Nidavellir.

He⁠​ had been one⁠⁠ of those who‍ volunteered for this‌​ mission after being​ trapped in a Nassau tavern with‌ other young dwarves.‌‌

“We‌‌ didn’t specifically come​ to save you,⁠‌ but…”

“But​⁠⁠ you did.”

Do‍​ what you have‌​‌ to do where‌ you need to​‌ be.

Vulcan‌⁠ recalled the knight‍ who had been‌​‌ genuinely angry upon​‌ seeing the trapped​ children.

“Move‌‌⁠ forward to where​‍​ you can see.⁠ Nidavellir welcomes you⁠‌ with open arms.”⁠

After​‍ his farewell, Vulcan⁠⁠‍ returned to the⁠‌⁠ chimney, and the​ strange ship that​⁠ resembled a sunfish‍​ began to submerge‍​‌ again into the‍⁠ sea.

Watching‍⁠ the ship disappear,​‍‍ leaving only bubbles‌‍‌ as they had⁠‌​ first encountered it,​⁠‍ some of the​ sailors couldn’t help‍‌‌ but express their‌ amazement with contained‍⁠ groans.

“I‌ really want to‌​​ ride that too⁠⁠ someday.”

Looking‌‍ at the sinking​‌ ship with a bit of sadness,‍​⁠ Harven fully unfurled​‍ the sails, which‍​⁠ had been half-open‌‌ until now. Then,​ receiving the wind‌ blowing from behind,‍​‍ the Zemina began‌ to move forward‍​ with all its​‍ might.

Unlike‍‍​ when they were​​ trapped in the​‌‌ fog, now the⁠‍ ship moved towards​‌ a clear goal,⁠​‌ providing a refreshing‌ sensation to those‌ observing it.

***‍​

The​⁠​ port of Lemnos‌ Island was filled​ with dwarves flocking‌⁠ to the island‍ after hearing the⁠​⁠ news.

Just‍‍⁠ as the dwarves‍‍‌ were a novelty‌​ for the northerners,‌‍ the humans and⁠ elves seemed like⁠‍‌ strange guests to‍ the residents of⁠⁠‌ Lemnos Island.

“But​ they said they​‍ would welcome us‍ earlier, didn’t they?”​

“…Whenever​‍‍ you travel to⁠‌ a foreign place,⁠ you must follow‌‍‍ their customs.”

Joseph​‌​ and Vlad raised‍ both hands and​​​ made eye contact​ as if they‍⁠⁠ were surrendering.

Not⁠⁠‌ just these two,⁠ but the entire‍⁠⁠ group that disembarked‌ from the ship​ was now being‍⁠‍ meticulously inspected by‍​ dwarf warriors.

Every​ time the sturdy‌ hands of the‌ dwarves touched them,​ Vlad frowned, but​ on this island,‍⁠ security was essential,​​ so there was⁠‍‌ no other choice.⁠

“Please‌‍ be patient. I will make sure‍‍‍ you receive proper‍ hospitality later.”

Sigurd,‌ an acquaintance of​ the group, tried‌‍‌ to calm them‌⁠ by noticing the⁠ increasingly tense atmosphere.​

Even‍‍⁠ if he were⁠ one of the​ 12 tribal chiefs​ comprising Nidavellir, he‌ couldn’t avoid such‍⁠‌ strict procedures.

“Can​ I take a look at your⁠‍ sword?”

“What?”⁠​

Despite⁠‍ Sigurd’s attempts to‌ calm them, Vlad’s‌⁠‌ gaze filled with​‌​ a blue fire.‍⁠‍

“I​ need to ensure‍‍​ it doesn’t contain‍‍ anything suspicious, so…”‍⁠

“Are​ you asking a knight to hand​​ over his sword?⁠ Are you really​‌ telling me that?”⁠

Although​‍ they were human‍⁠‌ words, they sounded‍‍⁠ like a beastly​‌⁠ growl.

As‌ Vlad’s eyes gradually⁠⁠ turned blue, the​‌‍ dwarf warrior took⁠‍⁠ a step back⁠​⁠ unconsciously.

“…Then‌‍‍ at least give‌‌ me the dagger​‍ you’re wearing.”

“Isn’t‌​​ a dagger also​​ a sword?”

For⁠⁠ a knight, the⁠⁠‌ sword is his⁠ identity. The dormant⁠⁠ fury in Vlad‍⁠ began to awaken​‌ at the dwarf’s‍‍​ demand to surrender⁠‌​ his identity.

“Try‍⁠‍ touching me. I’ll‍‌‍ rip your head‍‌​ off in an‍‌ instant.”

“…”​⁠​

He⁠‌ spoke softly, almost⁠ like a whisper,‍‌ but his voice‍ was a mix​‍‍ of alleyway roughness‍ and dragon ferocity.‍​

The​‌ dwarf warrior in​ charge of the​⁠ inspection, despite being‌​ an experienced man,‍​ hesitated for a moment at Vlad’s‌⁠​ threat.

“Idiot,​​‍ stop bothering people⁠‍⁠ and take out‍​‍ the dagger as‍ they asked.”

“…”​

“Don’t‌​ just glare. Take‌ it out at​ once.”

At‌⁠ that moment, an‌​ old dwarf emerged​​‍ from the crowd‍​⁠ and called out‍​⁠ to Vlad in​‌ a loud and‌ clear voice.

It⁠⁠ was an elderly‌‌​ man struggling to‍​‍ straighten his back,‌​ which had become‌‍‌ hunched over time,‌​⁠ with a cane.‌‍⁠

“Who‌‍‌ are you, old​​‌ man?”

“Why‌‍ would it matter​ to you?”

Despite⁠​ Vlad’s threatening questions,‍‍ the old dwarf⁠‍‍ simply approached, paying⁠⁠​ no attention.

For​ the elder who‍⁠ had dedicated his‌‍‍ life to forging​​ iron, the threat​ of the young‌⁠‍ dragon was nothing.‍

“Anyway,‍ why is all‍ your armor broken?‍‌‍ Despite your pretty‌ face, you’re quite‌​⁠ rough.”

“…”​

Although⁠ his armor seemed⁠‌⁠ intact on the‍​‍ outside, the old‍‍‌ dwarf had quickly‌​ noticed its multiple‌​‌ damages.

Vlad,⁠​‍ who had been⁠ gaping a moment⁠‍ ago, was a bit surprised when​⁠ he saw the⁠ elder recognize the‍‌ state of his‌ armor with just​ a glance.

“Even‌‍ if you do⁠‌‍ that, I won’t‍ give you the‌⁠‌ sword.”

“I⁠‍​ don’t need it‍​‌ either. Those swords⁠⁠ are trash.”

A vein appeared on‌​​ Vlad’s forehead at‌⁠‌ the mention of⁠⁠ a ragged sword,‍‌ but the elder’s‍⁠​ attitude did not‍‍ waver.

To‍​‌ be precise, no​​‍ one here could‌ stop the old‍​ man.

“Sigurd!‍ Is this the‌‌ guy?”

At​⁠‍ the elder’s shout,⁠ he shook his⁠ head and said‌ it was Sigurd‍ in front of‌⁠ him.

Vlad,‍⁠ incredulous at the‍‍​ elder’s audacity, held‌⁠⁠ back only because⁠⁠ of Joseph’s urgent⁠ look beside him.‍‌

“…Then,‍⁠⁠ let me take⁠‍ a look.”

Sshring-​‌‍

The‍ dizzying sensation of⁠ something mine being‍ taken by foreign⁠​ hands.

The⁠‍⁠ growing discomfort made‍‍​ the air around⁠​​ Vlad even tenser.‍

“Put‌ that down, old​⁠‍ man. I’m telling‌ you nicely.”

Due‍‌⁠ to the sudden‌ change in atmosphere,⁠⁠‌ everyone at the⁠ port began to⁠⁠​ focus their attention​⁠‍ on Vlad.

“I‍ said put it​ down.”

“…”⁠

Although‍‍⁠ Vlad demanded the⁠⁠​ dagger with blue‍​ and bright eyes,‌‍ the dwarf blacksmith‍‍‍ simply smiled.

This⁠‍ was because he‌ found old marks‍ he had carved‍ on the drawn‌‍ dagger.

“Yes,⁠⁠ it’s the right‍‌‍ one.”

With⁠‌ trembling hands, but‍ respectfully, the old⁠‌ dwarf sheathed the​‌​ dagger again and‍‍​ looked up to‌‍ face Vlad.

“But‍​‍ where did the​‌ rest of this⁠ go? I think​ I made at‍ least ten of‍ these.”

“What?”⁠​​

“Anyway,​ how is Sir​ Jorge doing? I haven’t seen him‌⁠ in over ten⁠​ years.”

Vlad,‌​ who was growling,⁠​⁠ fell silent while​‌ observing the old​‌ dwarf talk about⁠ his former boss.‌⁠‍

“…Jorge?”‍

More‍‌​ than the confusion​⁠ of hearing a familiar name in​ a strange place,​‍⁠ Vlad was perplexed‍‍ by the elder’s‍‌ gaze.

Because⁠⁠ the elder’s eyes‌​ at that moment⁠ were like those⁠‌ who wandered searching‍​ for some old‍​ memory.

***‌

On⁠‍ the calm sea,⁠⁠‍ there was an‌ empty beach illuminated⁠​​ only by the⁠‌‍ moonlight.

Contrary‌ to its seemingly​⁠⁠ peaceful appearance, it​⁠ was a place‌‌ filled with suppressed‌ moans and children’s​‌‌ cries.

“Old⁠‌ man, have you⁠‌⁠ gone mad? That’s‌​ a cooking pot.”‌⁠‍

“I‍⁠‌ know.”

Despite‌‌ the lamentations, the​⁠⁠ old dwarf heated​​ the pot with‍‌ a concentrated look.⁠​ It was the‍ only thing he​‍​ could do for​⁠ the knight he​‌‍ would soon part⁠⁠ with.

“…”‍⁠

The⁠ old dwarf tossed‍ pieces of rusted​​ iron into the⁠‍ hot pot.

He‌‍⁠ sprinkled the powdery,⁠‍‌ vision-filled dust there​‌ and melted it‌⁠‍ into a lump.⁠ Then he transferred‍​ the molten, red-hot‌‌‍ iron into a mold made of⁠‌ wooden pieces.

“Thank‌ you for protecting‍⁠ us.”

“…Don’t⁠‌ look at me‌​ like that. I didn’t do it‍‌​ because I wanted‌ to.”

The‍‍ old man, who‍⁠ had carefully moved‍ the molten iron,​​‌ raised his head‌ and looked at‍⁠‌ the knight standing‍‍‌ alone under the‌ moonlight.

Upon‍‍ closer inspection, I saw that the‌⁠ man’s tattered armor‍ was filled with‌⁠ red wounds here⁠⁠⁠ and there.

“I​​ only did it‌ because the children‍ kept crying.”

A man who was‍‍ where he was⁠​ supposed to be.‌

That’s⁠ why Jorge, who‌​⁠ followed rules instead‍ of orders, relaxed‌⁠‍ his stern expression‌‍ only when he‍‌ saw the ships​​ approaching from the⁠‌‍ horizon.

“They’re​‌ here. It’s time‍​‌ to say goodbye.”‍

“Wait.”​⁠⁠

When‌⁠ Jorge tried to‍‌‌ rise without further‍⁠⁠ ado, the old‌⁠⁠ dwarf hurried to​‌ grasp his pants.⁠​‍

“Take​​ this, at least‍​ this.”

“What⁠ is this?”

“A​ dagger.”

Jorge⁠‌​ looked at the‌ daggers the old‍ man was offering⁠‌‌ him.

Since‌ I saw the‌​⁠ process of making​ them right in‍ front of me,⁠ I didn’t expect‍​ them eagerly, but​ they were daggers‌ that somehow had‌ a distinctive gleam‍⁠‌ under the moonlight.‍

“Although‌‍ I give them⁠‌ to you now,‍ if we ever​⁠‌ meet again…”

“We‍⁠‍ won’t.”

Understanding‌⁠ the old man’s‍ desire to give‌​⁠ something back, Jorge⁠​​ took the daggers​‍⁠ with his bandaged‌ hand.

Perhaps​‍ because they were⁠ made with warmth⁠⁠ rather than heat,‍ the daggers were‍ simply warm even​‌​ though they had‌ just been made.​‌⁠

“It’s⁠‌ better for you‌‌ and for me​‍ to never see⁠ each other again.”‍‍⁠

With‍‍ his last indifferent⁠‌ words, the Gaidar‌⁠​ knight simply waved​⁠​ his hand and⁠‍​ left the peaceful‌​‌ white sand beach.⁠‍​

The‍​‍ old dwarf stood⁠​⁠ on the white​ sand beach for⁠‌ a long time,‌‍ watching his figure‍⁠‍ for a long⁠⁠⁠ time and only‌‌ greeted by the‌​ moon.

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