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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 204: In Strange Tides (2)

Chapter 204: In Strange Tides (2)

There‌ was a pole⁠​ protruding from the‌​‌ misty sea.

Vlad‌ described it as‍‌ an antenna, but⁠ it was actually‌⁠‌ a periscope allowing​ for views from⁠‍‌ beneath the sea.‌‍​

“…Damn.”‌‍

After​ guiding the ship⁠⁠‍ Zemina, Vulcan was⁠‍​ returning to his​‌‌ watch when he‌‍ saw shadows approaching‍​ from a distance‌​ and widened his‌⁠ eyes.

At‍ first glance, it‍​ seemed there were​ more than ten‍⁠ ships.

Quickly‍ adjusting the periscope​⁠⁠ angle, he saw‌ that the sails‍ bore a flag⁠⁠ with a golden⁠​ sword.

“…Barbosa!”‍⁠‍

Vulcan⁠‍⁠ clenched his teeth‌ upon confirming the⁠ enemy’s identity.

Until‌ now, humans had⁠⁠ sent some reconnaissance​​ ships, but never​‍ a fleet of⁠⁠ this magnitude.

“Which​‍ direction are they​ heading?”

The‍⁠ dwarf next to‍‍ him quickly measured‍‍ the direction of‍​ the ships in⁠ response to Vulcan’s​⁠ instructions.

Unlike‍‍ before, they were‍​ advancing without hesitation,​⁠‌ increasing Vulcan’s concern.​

“They’re‌​‍ heading directly west.”⁠‍

“West?”‍

“…Directly‍‍‌ towards the island‍‍ of Lemnos.”

Realizing⁠ the source of‍ his unease, Vulcan​ sent urgent signals‍ to the crew.​ It was a signal for an‌ emergency dive.

“Return‍ to the island‌​ as quickly as‌ possible.”

“Understood!”​​

At​ Vulcan’s urgent gesture,​‌ the ship, which‍‌ resembled a sunfish,‍‍‍ quickly sank into‍‍ the sea.

At‌​⁠ the same time,‍‍‍ the sound of‌‍ pedals driven by‍​ sailors began to‌ squeak urgently.

“We‌ must get there‌ before they do.⁠ Everyone, full speed‌​​ ahead!”

A dense fog where⁠​ even the sun‌‍‌ doesn’t reach and​ the stars are⁠​​ invisible at night.‍‌

Although‌‍ this place had​‌ no standard features‌​ except the underwater‍​‌ terrain, Barbosa’s ships​‌⁠ headed straight for‌‍‍ Lemnos island as⁠‌‍ if they knew‌​ the way.

The‍‍⁠ remnants of ships‌ trapped on the​​‍ reef began to‍‌​ be pushed helplessly​ by the massive‍​‌ waves created by‌‌​ the advancing ships.‌​⁠

***⁠‌​

The​‍ day after the⁠ wild banquet, Vlad‍ was having tea​ with Baradis.

Much‌‍ of the discomfort‌‌​ among the group‌ members had dissipated‍⁠ during the journey​​ here, but Vlad⁠​‌ remained the only​ one who could​⁠‍ approach the elves.⁠⁠

“It’s⁠‌ the same in‍​ Deirmar; wherever you⁠ go, children always‌‌‍ follow you.”

“It’s⁠‍‌ quite annoying.”

Vlad⁠‍‌ sighed and looked‌⁠‍ down.

Looking⁠‌ down from the⁠⁠ balcony, the place​‍⁠ was filled with⁠‌ dwarf children standing⁠‌⁠ with bright eyes,⁠‍ just as Baradis⁠ had said.

“Why​ don’t you wave⁠⁠ to them?”

“If⁠⁠‍ I do, they’ll‍‌ cling more.”

Vlad‍​⁠ was looking at⁠‍‍ the children with‍​ a sullen expression,​⁠​ but even that‌⁠ seemed to spark⁠‍⁠ interest in them.‌

Moreover,⁠‍​ though Vlad might‍⁠ not know it,‍⁠ among these children​⁠⁠ were some he‌ had rescued from‍ Nassau.

“How​​⁠ about it? Have⁠​ you found any​⁠ traces of the​⁠ spirits here?”

“Well,⁠​⁠ that’s what I wanted to talk⁠‌ to you about.”‌

The⁠​ elves had followed‌‌⁠ the traces of‍ the World Tree‌ to Lemnos island.‍

Their‍ leader, Baradis, put‌‌​ down his teacup​​​ with a meaningful‌ expression in response​​⁠ to Vlad’s question.‍

“There​⁠⁠ are no visible​​‍ spirits. The only‌⁠‌ thing I could​​‌ sense is a small lizard in​⁠ the forge.”

“I​‌‍ see.”

“But​‍​ there’s something more​ important than that.”‍⁠‌

Baradis‍​ approached Vlad and‌​ whispered, fearing the‌ children below might‌​​ hear.

“The‍‌ island is dying.”‌​⁠

“…Yes?”​‌

“The‍‌‍ flow of life​‌ is being cut​⁠ off, as if⁠ it’s suffocating.”

Vlad‌‌ was momentarily shocked​‍​ by the completely‌ unexpected response, but‍​‌ Baradis simply pointed‌​​ to various parts⁠⁠ of the island.‌‌​

“I⁠ thought it was⁠‌‌ due to indiscriminate​⁠‌ logging, but not‌‍​ only the trees,‍⁠‌ other plants are‌ also dying.”

“…”‍

“For⁠‌ now, keep this⁠⁠⁠ secret. I need‌​ to investigate more.”⁠​‌

Indeed,‍‍‍ wherever Baradis pointed,‌‌ the island was‌‌ filled with desolate⁠​ areas, as if‍‌‌ eaten away by​​‍ moths.

I didn’t notice at⁠ first glance, but‍​ upon closer inspection,‍ it was clear​ that this wasn’t‌ the only scene⁠ like this.

“Vlad.”​‍

As​ Vlad frowned and‍‌‍ looked around, someone‍ cautiously entered the​‌⁠ room.

It‍ was Jager, the​⁠ one-eyed knight.

“I​‌ need to talk⁠ to you. Lord‍​ Joseph is calling​‍⁠ you.”

“Understood.”‌⁠

Jager​​ greeted Baradis, who‌‍ was having tea,⁠⁠⁠ with a slight‍⁠‌ glance and then⁠​‌ called Vlad with​‌ a careful gesture.⁠⁠​

“What‍⁠⁠ happened?”

“Mmm.”⁠​

It⁠​​ was a hallway‌​⁠ filled with bright‍‌ sunlight.

However,⁠ as they walked‌ down the hall,‍ Jager’s face was⁠‌​ stiffer than usual.​⁠

“It’s‍ nothing special.”

“Yes.”⁠‍

“The⁠​ captain and the⁠‍‌ wizard have been​ captured. Also, the‌ man in black.”‍

Vlad​​⁠ paused for a moment upon hearing​ the words.

Jager‍⁠ turned around, saw​ Vlad’s unusually stiff⁠ expression, and shrugged.​‍⁠

Though‍‍‌ he tried to‍​​ downplay the news,‍‌ it was inevitably‍‌ shocking.

“…Why?”‌

“Lord‍‌ Joseph is finding‍‍ out.”

“Understood.​​⁠ Let’s hurry.”

Harven,‌‌ Nibelun, and even‌‌‍ Otar.

The‍ news of these⁠⁠‍ three being captured​ made Vlad quicken​⁠​ his pace.

Because⁠ these three were‍ the people that​‌‍ Aureo, not Bayezid,‌ had to protect.​

***⁠​​

– According to Captain‌‌ Vulcan’s report…

– First, let’s catch‍‌ and kill the‍ humans!

– What if we​‌ drop that crystal‍​ ball or whatever​‍ it is somewhere‌ else right now?‍ They say they’re‍ following us because​‍‍ of it, right?​‍⁠

What⁠‌ was supposed to‍‍ be a calm​‍ meeting turned into​‌ a lot of​⁠‍ shouting.

Amid​ all the yelling⁠‍ and exclamations, Joseph‍​ stood alone, dealing​​ with the harsh​⁠ stares.

The​⁠ chiefs who had​ been so friendly⁠⁠​ at the party​‌ yesterday were now⁠​⁠ looking at him​⁠ with eyes that‌​⁠ seemed ready to‌‌‌ tear him apart.‌​

“Everyone,‌‌ stop.”

Under⁠‌⁠ the moderation of⁠‍ War Chief Olmukar,⁠‌ the other chiefs‍‍ began to fall​ silent.

“I‍​ think I need‌​‌ an explanation about⁠‍ this situation, Joseph​‌​ of Bayezid.”

“…”​‌

Fierce‍ gazes approached after‍​ the silence.

It‌​‌ was natural for⁠ the atmosphere to‍ be so hostile,‍ as evidence of⁠‌‌ betrayal had been⁠ found among the⁠​⁠ visitors.

“There’s‌⁠‍ no time. I’m‌ not here to‌⁠​ discuss guilt, but‍ to prepare a future strategy.”

The‌ sound of an‌ axe handle hitting‍​ the ground resonated​‍ ominously.

The‍ enemy was approaching,‌​ and the location‍ of the island‌ to protect had⁠ already been exposed.​​

Olmukar,​ realizing they could‌ no longer hide⁠‌⁠ in the fog,⁠‌ pondered what to​‌ do with the‌‍ guests, unsure if‍‌⁠ they were friends‌⁠‌ or foes.

“I’m⁠ Vlad Aureo!”

At‌‍ that moment, before⁠ the guards could​‌​ even introduce themselves,⁠ a man appeared,​⁠ shouting his own‍ name.

Blonde⁠ hair and blue‍ eyes. And a man wearing a sable fur cloak.‍‌​

He​ was a man​⁠ who entered without⁠​ anyone’s permission, but‍‍ Olmukar simply nodded‍⁠‍ without saying a word.

“I‌‍‌ heard there was⁠​‍ a misunderstanding.”

“I’ll​‍ decide if it’s⁠ a misunderstanding or​‍‌ not. Knight Vlad.”‍

The‌ northern knight who‍‍ had rescued the‍⁠ children in Nassau.‌

As⁠⁠⁠ expected, he was‍‌ as young as⁠ rumored and made​⁠ a strong impression​⁠⁠ with his appearance.‍‌​

“If‍ you don’t convince⁠‌​ me now, all‌​⁠ of you will​ go to prison.‍ I have no​‍ intention of leaving‍ uncomfortable matters behind.”‍⁠⁠

However,⁠‍ now he was‍⁠⁠ not a benefactor⁠‍ but simply a suspect.

Olmukar’s‌​ eyes began to‍‌‌ turn fierce due​ to the distrust‌​⁠ in humans that‍ had accumulated over⁠⁠‍ a long period.‌

“Then​ give us the⁠​‌ opportunity to prove‌ it, War Chief.”‌‌‍

Seeing‌​‌ Vlad’s silence, Joseph‍ stepped forward.

Although‌⁠ Vlad taught much,‌‌ he wouldn’t be⁠ immune to complex⁠‍ situations like the‍‍‌ current one.

“Everyone​ already knows that‌‌‌ Duke Barbosa of​ the South has​ a close relationship‍ with the Dragon⁠​ Blood Duke, so‍​ there would be⁠‌ no reason for‍‍ us, northerners, to⁠​‌ ally with Duke‌ Barbosa.”

“Why⁠⁠ should I believe‌ that?”

Joseph,⁠ seeing Olmukar’s still⁠ suspicious gaze, sensed⁠⁠​ that convincing him​⁠⁠ wouldn’t be easy,⁠‌​ but he had​ no other choice.‌​‌

“I’ll⁠‌⁠ stay here.”

“What?”‌⁠

“I’ll‌ stay here, so​ take them to‍​​ the battlefield and‌ give them a chance to prove‍​⁠ their innocence.”

More​ than a thousand‌ words, an action.​

Vlad​ couldn’t hide his‌ surprise when he​​ saw Joseph saying‍ he would become⁠⁠⁠ a hostage.

“Isn’t​​‍ it worth taking​‌‌ Joseph of Bayezid‌ as a hostage?”⁠⁠

“…Indeed.”‍⁠​

In⁠‌‍ foreign lands, local‌ customs must be‌​ followed.

Seeing‌‌ Joseph speak in⁠ the dwarves’ style‌ instead of his⁠⁠‌ usual noble tone,‌ Olmukar fell into‌⁠ deep thought.

He​‍‌ could tell that‍‍ Vlad’s surprised expression‌ was not feigned.‌‍

***‌

“I’m‌​ sorry, Vlad. I should have paid​ more attention.”

“…”‌​

Amid‌‍ a busy port,⁠​​ Vlad adjusted the⁠‌ strap of his‌​⁠ sword scabbard.

Harven,‍ understanding Vlad’s feelings‌ as he watched‍ him tighten the⁠ strap without saying⁠‍ a word, simply⁠⁠ stepped back silently.⁠

Vlad⁠‍ had the same‌⁠‍ expression now as‌‌ when he saw‍ Joseph, who went​ to prison instead⁠‍​ of them.

“What⁠‍ about the armor?”‌‍

“It’s‍ being repaired.”

“And​ you plan to⁠⁠ go without armor?”​⁠

“I‌ don’t have it;‌ what else can‍⁠ I do?”

Jager​​ clicked his tongue‌‌ as he watched‌ Vlad attempt to‍‍⁠ go into battle⁠‍‌ wearing only a cloak and no​⁠ armor.

Though‌ he understood his‌ feelings, he shouldn’t‌‍ act so recklessly.‍⁠

“Take‍‌⁠ mine. I don’t‌‌‌ need it now.”​‍

“…But.”⁠

“Take​ it.”

Though‍​ lending a sword‌ was uncommon, lending‌‌​ armor was even⁠​⁠ rarer.

However,‌​‌ seeing Jager willing⁠⁠ to give up⁠‍ his armor without‍‍⁠ hesitation, Vlad could‌‌ sense that he‍⁠‌ wasn’t offering it​ simply because he‍ didn’t need it.⁠

“Knight‌‌​ Vlad! Where is⁠‌ Knight Vlad?”

In⁠ a situation where‌⁠‌ dwarves crowded around‌ the ships in⁠​ the port, a dwarf pushed his⁠‍⁠ way through the​‍‍ crowd, urgently calling​‌‍ Vlad’s name.

“Phew,​‍ phew! Finally, I find you! Luckily,‌ your hair color⁠‌⁠ stands out.”

The⁠ dwarf blacksmith, carrying​‌⁠ a large amount‌⁠​ of gear on​ his back, exhaled‍ heavily with relief‌ upon seeing Vlad.‍

Judging​⁠​ by his tattered⁠ appearance, he must⁠⁠ have been wandering‌‌ for quite some⁠​⁠ time before finally‌‍ finding him.

“It’s‌ a message from⁠‍‌ the master blacksmith.‌‌ The repair is​ complete.”

“Just‍‌ in time.”

Hearing​‍‍ that the armor⁠​ was ready, Jager,⁠‍ who was loosening‌‍‌ the straps, smiled‍⁠ with relief.

“We‍​‌ adjusted it to​ the shape of​ the original armor,​​ so it should​‌ fit well.”

Fortunately,‍‌‍ the elven armor​ returned just in⁠ time.

However,‍ Vlad was surprised‍⁠‍ to see the‍‌ set of armor‌⁠ the dwarf brought.‌‌

“I​⁠ don’t think this‍​⁠ is mine.”

“Yes?”⁠​

“No,‌‌ my armor was‍ silver. It didn’t​‍⁠ look like this.”‍

That’s‌ because the armor⁠ the dwarf was⁠⁠⁠ holding was completely‍⁠ silver-gray, unlike the‌ previous one.

Additionally,⁠​ the armor the⁠‌ dwarf laid out⁠⁠‌ looked unusual in‌ every detail, but‌​ it certainly seemed⁠‍⁠ different from the‌⁠ armor he originally‍ wore.

“Ah!‌​ The original armor⁠‌ was too damaged,⁠​‌ so we had‍⁠‍ to remake it​ entirely.”

The‍​⁠ dwarf blacksmith remembered⁠ Rukhta constantly complaining​‍ while repairing the​‌‍ armor.

He​‌ kept muttering that‍‍‌ he didn’t know​​​ what kind of‌‍⁠ hell the wearer​ had gone through‍ to turn the‍‍ armor into rags.‌‍​

“It‌‍‍ looks new, but​‍‍ the quality is​ guaranteed. The master‍‍⁠ blacksmith repaired it​‌ personally.”

Raising‍‌ the armor for⁠​ him to try,‍‌ the dwarves in​ the port fixed⁠ their eyes on⁠ it.

It‍ was such a beautiful piece of‌⁠ armor that even⁠‍​ Olmukar, traveling on‍‍‍ a ship in⁠‌ the distance, lost‍⁠⁠ focus for a moment.

“…Tell‍​ Lord Joseph.”

“What?”​‌​

Vlad​‍ was also impressed⁠​ by the armor.‌​ But instead of‌‍‍ admiring it, he⁠ evaluated its features.‌

“Tell⁠ him I’ll return⁠‌ as soon as⁠‌ possible.”

The‍‍ armor I received​ from the blacksmith​‍ was lighter than​ before.

The‌⁠‌ elven armor had⁠ changed in appearance,‍ weight, and color.‌‌​

However,‍‌ one thing that‍⁠ hadn’t changed was‍ the engravings still‌​‍ etched on the‌‍‍ breastplate.

“I’m⁠ leaving.”

“Yes.”‍‌‌

During⁠ his time as⁠ a squire, Joseph’s⁠ knighthood title was​‌ his pride, and‍⁠‌ the engraving of⁠ protecting children his‍ honor.

And‌⁠ now, with all‍ that engraved on⁠‌‍ his new armor,‍⁠ Vlad walked toward‍‍ the sea that‍‌ called him.

A silver-gray knight advancing‍ to prove his‌​‍ name.

He‌​⁠ was followed by‌‌ sailors, elves, and‍‍⁠ a wizard carrying⁠​ a backpack.

Though⁠​⁠ he had left‍⁠‍ his home, Vlad‍​⁠ adjusted the straps‍‌⁠ of his new‍‌ armor for the⁠‍ opportunity that Joseph‍​⁠ had given him.​

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