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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 213: There is a Path in the Darkness (1)

Chapter 213: There is a Path in the Darkness (1)

It⁠ was early in‌⁠ the morning, just⁠‍‌ as the sun‍‍ began to rise.‌​‌

Although‍ it was the‌ end of winter,‌ the cold wind⁠ was still felt‌​ as Vlad contemplated​​​ the city of‍⁠ Nassau.

“It​‍⁠ seems this incident⁠‌ was beneficial for​‌​ Captain Harven.”

Vlad‍ silently shook his‌ head when he‍ heard Joseph’s voice‍​⁠ coming from beside‌ him.

“Harven‍‍‌ won’t see it‍⁠ that way. He​⁠⁠ always had a lot of affection‌‍‍ for his ship.”⁠

“Really?​​ Well, he did‌‍​ seem to have‌ a special attachment⁠⁠ to his ship.”‌​​

The​‌ sea shimmered with‍ the morning sun.‍⁠

A large ship was​‌‌ slowly leaving the​‌‍ port of Nassau,​ cutting through the‌‍​ crystal-clear waters.

The⁠​ galleon-class ship, said⁠‌​ to be hard⁠‍ to find in​ the North, was​​‍ the ship that‌‍‍ Vlad and his​‍⁠ crew had captured‍⁠‌ from Barbosa’s men.​⁠

“At​​ least it’s a relief to have⁠‌⁠ recovered the flag.”​​​

Vlad⁠ silently spoke as‍‌ he watched the‍‍​ ship slowly and​‍ lonely sail out‍⁠‍ to sea.

Although‌ it lost its‌ original form, Harven’s‍‍ new ship could​‍⁠ retain its name.​‌‌

As​⁠ if to prove‌ it, a flag‌‌​ with a red‌ rose engraved on​ it waved from‍ the highest point‌​ of the mast.‍‌

It​‌⁠ was the only‌⁠ trace Vlad took‍ from the sinking‌‍‌ Zemina.

“Where⁠‍​ are you going​‍⁠ now?”

Vlad​⁠⁠ opened his mouth‍ while watching the​ new Zemina sail⁠‌​ north.

The⁠‌‍ work with the‍ dwarves was done.‌‍

Through⁠​ this incident, Joseph‍​‌ got what he​ wanted, and Vlad‍ was able to‍​ safely complete the‌‌ contract he thought⁠​‌ he couldn’t fulfill.‍⁠‍

In‍ other words, there⁠‌‌ were now no‌‌⁠ obligations or debts‌⁠ between Joseph and‍⁠ Vlad.

“I’m⁠ going to the⁠ central region. To​⁠‌ be precise, I plan to meet​‍ with the lords‌​ in the northern⁠‍ border area.”

“To‌​ the center?”

Joseph,‍‍​ who opened the‍ carriage door, smiled⁠ at Vlad and‌ answered.

“I‌⁠‌ no longer have‍⁠ support in the​​ north. Now I have to seek⁠ it elsewhere.”

“…I‍ see.”

“My​‍‌ final destination is​⁠‌ the Count Oscar​​‍ family, which is‌⁠ my maternal family.⁠⁠ I’m sure they’ll‍ help me there.”⁠‍‍

Joseph‍ kept saying he​‌ would aspire to​⁠ the position of⁠⁠⁠ head of Bayezid,​ but Vlad could‌ only feel an‌‌ unknown sentiment in‍​‌ his words.

Unlike‍ his fierce past,‌‌​ his smile had⁠ somehow become lighter.‍

Vlad‍ felt a sense‌​ of strangeness that⁠​‌ was hard to‌⁠ explain in words‍‍ due to the⁠‌⁠ subtle change in‍​ attitude that only​‌​ those who watched⁠‍‍ closely could recognize.‌‍

“What‌​ are you planning‌‍‍ to do?”

“I…”‍‍

Vlad​‍​ was speechless for‍‍‌ a moment at​⁠ Joseph’s question.

He⁠‍‌ was sure of‌⁠‌ what he had‍‌​ to do, but​​ he still had‌​ no idea where​‌ to go.

“They​‍⁠ say dragons are⁠​​ dying.”

“Yes?”⁠

“From⁠​‌ the west. There‍‌ are reports of⁠‌ their corpses scattered‌ everywhere.”

Joseph⁠ shrugged and continued⁠ as if he​ knew all his⁠‍ worries.

“They​ say their remains​‍‌ are heading towards‌‍‌ the center.”

“…”​⁠

After​‌ saying these last​⁠ words, Joseph entered‍‌ the carriage and⁠ poked his head​ out of the‍ open window.

“If⁠​‌ you want, I can lend you​​ food for your‍‍ horse and a place to camp‌​ on the way.”⁠‍‌

“Thanks⁠‌ you.”

“But⁠⁠ I can’t offer⁠​ you a place​ in my carriage.​⁠ This one is‍‌ much smaller than‌ the previous one.”‌​‍

It​ was no longer⁠ about settling debts,‌ but about moving​‌ towards their respective⁠ destinations.

Vlad‍ followed Joseph’s slowly⁠ moving carriage and​⁠ grabbed Noir’s reins.​

The​⁠‍ son of the‍​‌ prairies, eager to‌ depart, neighed loudly.‍‍‌

“He⁠​⁠ seems to be‍‌ doing well.”

“He’s‌ always been clear⁠‍ about what he⁠‍ wants.”

Joseph‌‍​ silently looked out​ the window as‍⁠ Jager, who was​⁠‌ sitting across from‌‍ him, spoke.

The‍‍​ winter road was​‍ still icy.

However,‌ the spirit of⁠⁠ spring would soon‌ be felt.

“Still,​ unlike before, it‍⁠ seems you’ve gained​​ a bit more⁠‍​ common sense.”

However,‌ Joseph, who until⁠⁠⁠ then hadn’t been‍⁠‍ able to withstand‍​‍ the cold, carefully‍‍ opened the box‍ given to him⁠‌ by the dwarves.‍⁠​

Inside​‍ was an ancient⁠‌ tea set, clearly‍​ made by an⁠ artisan.

Although​⁠​ the cups seemed⁠​ too delicate to​⁠​ use, Joseph took‍‌ them without hesitation‌ and began to‌‍‍ brew tea.

“I’m⁠ glad to see⁠⁠ you learned well.”‌

The‌​​ Zemina ship, Vlad,​ and Joseph.

Nassau‌ was a city‍​⁠ where those who‍‍‍ were supposed to⁠ be there were​⁠⁠ now leaving.

There,⁠‍‌ in the depths‌⁠‌ of the sea,⁠⁠‌ silver waves were⁠⁠‌ moving along the⁠‌​ ship heading north.‍‌​

The​⁠​ deep places where⁠⁠ humans dared not‍ approach were filled‍ with squids heading⁠ north in search​ of cooler nests.⁠

***‍⁠

People‌ were lined up‌‍ along the richly​‍ decorated hall.

The⁠‍ red carpet on​ the floor was⁠‌​ adorned with gold​ threads, and the⁠‌‌ white marble walls​⁠ were decorated with‍ all kinds of⁠‍ jewels and colorful‌ flowers.

‘…In‌ the end, I have to accept‌ it.’

The‍ faces of the⁠⁠ gathered people were​‌ as wonderful as​‌​ the appearance of⁠ the magnificent banquet​ hall.

Nobles,​⁠ royalty, and honorable⁠⁠⁠ knights.

But⁠⁠‍ on the face⁠ of Prince Armand,⁠​‌ the highest-ranking person⁠​‌ present, there was‌⁠​ a shadow he⁠ couldn’t erase.

“…From‌ the day the​ empire was founded‍​ until now, I have been thinking‍‍ about how to‍ thank Duke Sarnus⁠⁠ for fulfilling his⁠‌ duty so well.”​‍

The⁠ first to speak‌⁠ was a young‍​ boy who still‌​⁠ seemed to have‍‍‌ the soft skin⁠‌ of youth.

However,​​ atop the boy’s​ head was a heavy crown that​ seemed difficult for​​ someone his age‌‌​ to bear.

“Therefore,⁠‌ I have decided​ that Duke Sarnus,⁠⁠ who has been‍‍ more loyal than‍‍‌ anyone in the⁠⁠ empire’s history, deserves‌⁠‌ a worthy reward.”‍

The​‍ words he spoke⁠ were fluent, as⁠ if he had⁠⁠ practiced them, but⁠‌ his voice constantly⁠ trembled.

Perhaps⁠ the young emperor‌ felt overwhelmed by‌‍ the aura of​ the man kneeling‌⁠ before him.

“Rise,​ Duke Sarnus. In​ the name of‌ the emperor, I present you this‌‍ box as a token of my‍‌‌ gratitude.”

Following​‌ the young emperor’s‌⁠‍ instructions, servants brought​‍ out strange-looking boxes.⁠⁠‍

The‍⁠ box, which resembled‌​ a coffin, was‌ tightly bound with‌⁠ silver chains.

“…This⁠‍ is too much​‌‌ for me, Your‍‌ Majesty.”

The⁠‌‍ man kneeling before‍⁠‌ the emperor had⁠⁠‌ bright blonde hair.‌

“I⁠⁠‌ fear repeating past‌⁠‍ mistakes.”

His​​ eyes, raised towards‍‍⁠ the emperor, were⁠‍ bluer than any‍​ jewel in the​‌ hall.

“But​ if this is‍‌ another obligation the​‍ empire imposes on⁠ me, I will​‌‌ gladly accept it.”‍​

However,⁠‍ when he finally⁠⁠‌ stood up, his‍ presence was greater​ than anyone else’s​​‌ here.

Even⁠ more than the‍ young emperor standing‍ before him.

“This,‍ this piece is‍​⁠ now yours, Duke‌ Sarnus.”

The‍‌​ oldest dragon, Sarnus​​⁠ Dragulia.

The​ man extended his‌⁠ hand towards the‌⁠⁠ box that had⁠⁠‍ been split by‍​ the founding king⁠ and guarded by​ princes throughout generations.‍​‍

“Thank‍‌​ you, Your Majesty.”‌​

Prince​‌‍ Armand looked away⁠⁠ as Sarnus extended‍‌‍ his hand towards‌​ the most perfect‍‍​ piece.

His​⁠‍ blue eyes shone.⁠‌⁠

Until⁠‍​ recently, they were‌ human eyes, but‍‌‍ now they were​ vertically narrowed.

What‍​ he had been‍​ waiting for a long time was⁠‌ now before his‍ eyes.

***‌​

“…It⁠ Doesn’t Seem Like‍ the Typical Basement​⁠​ of a Duchy”⁠‍

The‍​ humidity in the​ air was thick.‍​

The​​ stone spiral staircase⁠ was slippery, and‌ the air grew⁠ colder as he‌ descended, making the⁠ hair on the​ back of his⁠‌‌ neck stand up.‌⁠⁠

“Was‌‌ it necessary to⁠⁠​ make it this‍ deep?”

In‌ the capital Brigantes,⁠ there was a mansion with a shadow as dark‍⁠ as the passage‍ of time.

The‍ carvings here and⁠‍​ there were beautiful,‌ but it was​‌‌ a somewhat gloomy‍‌ place, and perhaps‍‌‍ due to the‍ direction it was‌ built, it was‌‍​ a mansion that‌​ generally did not‌ receive much sunlight.‍‌

The​‌‌ mansion of Duke​​‍ Dragulia.

Bishop​‌ Pedro, who was⁠ secretly lurking around⁠ the uninhabited mansion,​‍​ lit the stairs​ with a torch.​

“…I‍⁠‌ can’t even see‌‌‌ the end.”

The‍‍ only thing the‍⁠‌ torchlight revealed was‍‌ a darkness so‍ dense it seemed⁠ impossible to penetrate.‌‍‍

At⁠‍ the foot of​ the stairs, there‌⁠ was only darkness,​ so deep that‌ not even a devout servant of⁠​ God could estimate⁠ its reach.

Crack—‌

After​⁠ descending the seemingly‌ endless stairs and‍⁠​ finally reaching the​‍​ floor, Pedro couldn’t⁠​‌ hide his nervous​‍​ expression when he⁠ heard the dull‍​ sound under his‌​​ toes.

Feeling⁠‍ reluctant, Pedro hastily​ waved the torch‌‌ and realized he‍ was now in‍⁠‌ an enormous circular‌ hall.

‘…It‍​ seems there’s another​‍ mansion beneath the⁠ mansion.’

If⁠ it were an⁠‍‍ ordinary mansion, the​‍‌ basement wouldn’t have‌‍ been dug so‍⁠ deeply.

Pedro’s‍ senses as an‌ Inquisitor seemed to⁠‌ come alive as‍‍‌ he looked at⁠‌⁠ Dragulia’s secret basement,​‌ whose intentions were​⁠ hard to discern.⁠⁠

“…Please,⁠ help me…”

“…!!”​​

A faint voice was​‍⁠ heard momentarily.

Pedro,⁠ who heard a weak voice, like⁠‍‍ a lamp about‍‌ to go out,⁠⁠ quickly pointed the⁠⁠ torch toward the⁠ darkness.

“Who’s‍⁠​ there?”

Around‍‍⁠ the circular hall,​‌​ there were many⁠‌ strangely placed iron⁠‍‌ bars.

Looking‌⁠ at the place​​​ that seemed like‍​⁠ a prison, Bishop‌ Pedro silently made⁠‍⁠ the sign of⁠⁠‍ the cross over‌‌ his chest and​‌ pointed the torch‌‌ in the direction​‍ from where the⁠‍ voice was heard.‌⁠

“Eh…”​‌​

There,⁠‌⁠ in the center⁠⁠ of the darkness,⁠ was an old‌‌‌ man.

An‌ old man as⁠‍⁠ withered as an​‍ autumn leaf.

“Please,‍‍‌ get me out‍ of here…”

The⁠​ old man, waving‌ his hand along‌⁠‍ the bright light,‍⁠‍ recognized the grayish-white⁠‌​ eyes that looked‌‍ at him and⁠​‌ began to make⁠​‌ a strange expression.⁠‌‍

“Bishop​ Pedro?”

Although⁠‍‍ it was the⁠​ first place he⁠‍ had been and⁠‍⁠ the first old‌ man he saw,⁠‍ upon hearing his‍‌‌ name in that⁠ familiar voice, Pedro‌‍​ made an effort‍‍ to hide his‌‌‌ surprise.

“Do⁠​‍ you know me?”​‌⁠

“It’s​ me. Bishop Pedro.”​‌‍

The​ old man’s clouded‍​ eyes were finally‌‌ regaining their original⁠​​ color as he⁠‌‌ looked at the⁠‍‌ bright torchlight shining‌‌‍ over the exorcist.‌‍‍

“I⁠ am Radu Dragulia.”​‍​

“…What?”​⁠⁠

The⁠‍ color his eyes‍ regained was blue.‍⁠​

His​‍ face, wrinkled and‌ worn, didn’t seem‌⁠ familiar, but the⁠⁠‌ color of his‌ eyes did.

“Please,​‍‌ get me out‌​ of here. Bishop.”⁠​

“…Radu?​​ Radu Dragulia?”

“Yes,⁠‍ yes. Please, please,‌‌⁠ Bishop!”

Bishop‌‌⁠ Pedro, unknowingly, took⁠⁠ a step back⁠‍‍ upon seeing the‌ old man sobbing‌ sadly.

This⁠‍⁠ was because an⁠⁠ unknown feeling growing‍⁠ inside him warned‌​⁠ him not to‍ get any closer.‍⁠

“…Lord,‍⁠ please hear me​⁠⁠ and respond. Give‍‍⁠ me light so‍​ that I do​⁠‍ not sleep the​‌‍ sleep of death.”‍

As‍​‍ the exorcist recited‍‍​ the verses, the⁠ torch he held​‍ began to burn‍ intensely.

Then,​⁠ a pure white‌‌ light started to⁠‌ ripple from the​ depths of Dragulia,‌​⁠ which was filled⁠‍ only with darkness.​‌

“…My‌⁠⁠ God.”

But⁠ this place, illuminated‌‌ by divine light,‍ was a terrible‍‌​ hell.

It‍‌​ was a prison,​ a hell reserved‌‍ only for dragons.‌

Within​ the bars, there​​​ was a sticky,‍⁠ bloody smell that‌‍⁠ made me wonder‌ why I only‌‍ noticed it now.‍⁠

“Please,‌​⁠ get me out⁠​​ of this vampire⁠​ nest…”

The​​‌ hidden depths beneath‍‌ Dragulia were filled‍‍ with the repressed​ screams of dragons.‌​​

They‍ were the cries‌​ of miserable beings​‌​ who had to⁠⁠ offer their blood​​ for the oldest‌‍‌ of possibilities.

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