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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 217: In the Continuous Flow (2)

Chapter 217: In the Continuous Flow (2)

It‍ was early in‍⁠ the morning.

In‌ the distance, the‌‍‌ sky near the‌ horizon was tinged⁠‌ yellow with the​ rising sun, but​​‌ the sky above⁠ was still shrouded⁠⁠‍ in darkness.

Inside​ a swaying carriage,⁠‌‍ Joseph was scribbling​⁠ with a pen.​

The‍ palm-sized notebook he⁠⁠‌ held was filled‌⁠​ with carefully written‍⁠ letters, and the⁠ pen he had‍‌⁠ just passed over‍ had drawn a name that had⁠‌‍ been written there.⁠

“…Baron​​​ Moldavir is out.”‍

A thick black vertical​​⁠ line was drawn​‌ where Joseph’s pen​ passed.

It‌‍ wasn’t clear what‌ that line meant,‌ but Joseph’s notebook‌​ was full of‌ names of nobles‍ crossed out in‌ a similar manner.⁠​⁠

“I⁠⁠ wanted to talk​‌​ a bit more‍⁠ with him, it’s‍‍​ a shame.”

“There‍⁠ was no other​‌ choice.”

Jager,‍ who was sitting​⁠‌ across from Joseph,⁠ clicked his tongue‍⁠ in disappointment and‍ opened his mouth.‌‍

“Vlad​⁠ practically wrecked the⁠‍ Kisignor market. No⁠​ wonder Baron Moldavir⁠‌‌ got furious and‍ threw us out.”​‌⁠

At‌⁠⁠ the end of‍‌‌ Jager’s gaze, as​⁠​ if asking him‌ to take a look, was Vlad⁠​ silently following behind‌‌ the carriage.

Vlad,‍ mounted on a fiercely tempered black⁠ horse, smiled awkwardly⁠ when he noticed⁠⁠​ Joseph’s gaze.

“I⁠‌ suppose I would​‍ have thrown him‌‍​ out too if‌‌‌ I were the‌⁠ baron.”

However,​‍​ Joseph’s dark eyes​ were not on​ Vlad.

He⁠‍‌ was only observing‍⁠ the knights following‍‍ him with a banner held high.⁠

“The‍⁠‌ Imperial Guard.”

The‍​‍ black banner with​‌⁠ a distinctive white⁠⁠‍ lightning bolt.

Although​​ its prestige had‍​ diminished compared to‍ before, the Imperial⁠‍‌ Guard, responsible for​‍‍ the security of⁠‌⁠ the imperial capital,‍ was still one​ of the knightly⁠‌ bodies envied by​⁠ knights across the​‍ continent.

“You‌ have quite an‌ impressive banner behind‍​ you now, Vlad.”‌

Joseph​‌ smiled cheerfully at‍​‍ the sight of​⁠​ Vlad following the⁠ flames rising from⁠ behind.

Although​‍‍ the journey was​⁠ bleak, the new‍ wind brought by​‍ Vlad seemed to‍ ease Joseph’s tension​ a bit.

***‍⁠

“They⁠ say the successor‍ of the Bayezid‌⁠​ family is already‍‍‌ decided and will⁠⁠ be Rutiger.”

“…”⁠

“Well,‍ I had already​‍ investigated your special⁠⁠‍ relationship with Joseph‌⁠​ Bayezid.”

An​ unwelcome voice sounded‌‍ behind him as‍ he walked silently.‍⁠

The​‍ voice belonged to​ the man who‍‍ had been following‍⁠‌ Vlad since the⁠ city of Kisignor.‍‌⁠

“…Why‍‌ the hell are‌‍ you still following​ me?”

As​ soon as he​‌‌ heard the noise​‌‌ of the carriage‌​‍ window in front⁠‌ of him, Vlad‌‍​ immediately turned around​⁠​ and began to​⁠‍ growl.

“I‌‌ told you to​​​ find the real‍⁠ culprit behind Lord‍​⁠ August’s death.”

For‌ other knights, encountering⁠​ the Imperial Guard‌‍‌ would be an‌‌ honor, but for​‌⁠ Vlad, these men​‍ were not welcome.⁠​‌

Not‍‍ only had they‍ accused him of⁠‌‍ being a criminal,⁠ but they had⁠‌‍ also caused his​ expulsion from Kisignor.‍⁠‍

“I’m‍‍⁠ looking for you‌ now.”

“I⁠​⁠ told you it⁠​‍ wasn’t me.”

“I‌⁠ know, but the​‌ investigation procedure is‌​ like this.”

Rodrigo,⁠ who was once⁠‍ full of fury,⁠ now showed himself​ as a cunning‍​ investigator.

“You‌⁠​ were the last‍ witness to be⁠​‍ with Lord August.‍‍ At the very‍ least, I have​ to hear your⁠​ testimony to make⁠​‍ it right.”

“Huff.”‌

After​⁠⁠ hearing Rodrigo’s response,‌‍‍ Vlad shook his‌ head and let‍ out a brief‍‍ sigh.

There​​⁠ was nothing wrong​​ with what Rodrigo‌‌​ said, but he⁠ knew his interest‍ was something entirely⁠‍⁠ different.

“Don’t‍ misunderstand this. I’m​⁠ telling you this‍ is not the⁠‍ Sword Master’s blade.‍​‍ It’s just my​ sword.”

Buzz!⁠⁠

Vlad‍‍​ secretly showed the‍​‌ sword to the​ knights, who clearly​‌ misunderstood something, and‍ revealed the truth,‍ but the dragon-slaying⁠‍ sword that came​​‌ out only screamed‍‍‌ without warning, contrary⁠ to the owner’s‌⁠‍ thoughts.

“Oh,‍ oh!”

“The​ real Silver Knight!”​

Beings⁠ who rejoiced at‍ meeting because they‍ came from the⁠‍ same metal.

The‍⁠ imperial guard knights​ took out the‌​​ coins they had⁠⁠⁠ and began to⁠ exclaim as if‌‍⁠ they were excited​⁠‍ by the sound​‍ of the resonant⁠ metals.

“…It’s‍‌ not like that.”⁠

“Even‌‍‌ if it’s not,⁠‍ my subordinates have‌‍ reasons to think​⁠⁠ so. The true‍​ silver coins only​ react to the​ true silver.”

“I‍‍ told you before.⁠‌ This happened because‍ their coins melted​ and became this.”⁠‍

The​ silver coin was‍‍ an honor price‍ awarded only to​ knights who sacrificed‌ themselves.

It⁠ was a precious⁠ gift that no‍⁠ one but Ramund,‍​‍ who wandered the​‌​ continent after retiring⁠ to train the‍ next generation, the‌⁠ Iron Duke, the‌ oath keeper, or‌⁠ the current knights​⁠⁠ who gave up‌⁠ their surnames to‌ join the Imperial​‍⁠ Guard, could receive.⁠‌ It was a precious coin.

“No,‌​ these coins cannot‌​ melt, Lord Vlad.”‍

Because⁠‌‍ it was such⁠ a rare coin,​‍‌ Vlad had no‌⁠ choice but to​‍ not know its⁠​ inner history.

Nor‌⁠ how absurd his​‍⁠ words sounded.

“True​‌​ silver is an‍ immutable metal. It​ doesn’t rust or​‍ break under pressure.”‌⁠

“…”‌​‌

Rodrigo‍​ responded softly, smiling‍⁠ at Vlad, who‍⁠⁠ was furious and​ said no.

“It‌‍‍ doesn’t melt with‍​​ heat either. Even‌‍ the latest dwarven‌ forges could only‍⁠⁠ persuade true silver.”‌‍​

“But‍‍ this blade was‍​‌ sharpened by a blacksmith…”

“Then​⁠ that blacksmith must‌​‍ have persuaded the​‌ sword well.”

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

True⁠⁠⁠ silver was a noble metal that​‌⁠ knew where it​​ had to go.⁠

“Anyway,‌ this is not​ the Founder’s sword.​‍⁠ It is really​​​ my sword.”

“Let’s‍ say it is.”⁠‍‍

Rodrigo,​ who had brought​‌‍ his horse closer,‍ looked at the​ dragon-slaying sword, still⁠​ buzzing, and continued‍ speaking.

“Anyway,⁠‌ you’ve been chosen‍‌‌ by the true‌⁠ silver sword, that’s⁠ for sure.”

What⁠​‍ is inherited is‍‌‌ not the form,‌​ but the name.​‌

They‌‍ didn’t know where‍‌ it came from,​ but the royal‌⁠ court sword and‍​ the silver sword​‍ were blessed by‍ the true silver.​

Vlad⁠ had denied it⁠ for a long​ time, but Rodrigo‍​ was sure his‌⁠⁠ will had been‍ fulfilled.

“Was⁠‍ there a Sword⁠ Master’s blade in⁠ the elf forest?⁠⁠ Lord August reported‌​​ that someone had⁠​‍ taken the sword.”​⁠

“…I⁠⁠‌ really don’t know‌⁠ anything about that.”‌

Vlad⁠‍‌ could see that⁠ Rodrigo’s eyes, looking‌ at him from⁠​​ before, were filled⁠⁠⁠ with a strange​⁠ desire.

He‌ knew that if‌ he confessed to‍⁠⁠ having taken the⁠​ Silver Knight’s sword,​​ that fervor would‌​ only increase.

“Well,‍⁠‍ since we have​⁠‌ plenty of time,‌​‌ let’s take our​​⁠ time and investigate.‍‍ Now we’re also​‍ heading to the‌ next city.”

“Do‌‌⁠ you plan to​‌ follow me there​ too?”

The​⁠ city rising before​⁠ Joseph’s carriage, which​​ was ahead, began‌ to appear.

It​⁠ was a city‍​ so large it​⁠ was hard to⁠‍ compare it with‌ Kisignor, the city‌ we passed through​ earlier.

“It‍⁠ would be better‌ if you joined‍ us until there.⁠​ The city of‍​ La Valetta is⁠ for us like⁠ a supply base.”⁠‌

The​‍‌ city of Valetta.⁠‍

A city with the‍ strongest walls in‌ the central region.​​​

And‌‍ it is also‍​​ the capital of​⁠⁠ the County of‌⁠ Arnstein.

“Count‍‌ Arnstein, the owner‌‌⁠ of Valetta, is‍​‌ a close friend‍​ of the Crown‌‍‍ Prince.”

Rodrigo​‍ offered to reward‍⁠‍ the expulsion from​⁠ Kisignor in Valetta,​⁠‌ but Vlad was⁠⁠‍ not interested.

“…Arnstein.”‍

The​‍ city of Valetta,‌​ getting closer, was‌ surrounded by walls​ as high as‌‌⁠ those of Sturma‌‌‌ in the north.‍‌

Vlad​​ thought that the⁠​‍ figure of Valetta,‌‍ which seemed solid​‌⁠ and without dents,‍‌ resembled exactly a knight he had⁠⁠ met before.

***​

On‍‍​ a night with‌ a full moon,⁠⁠ a carriage advanced⁠⁠‍ in the darkness.‍​

The‌‌‌ carriage, escorted by⁠⁠ headless knights, seemed⁠‍​ displeased with the​⁠ moonlight shining in‌​ the night sky⁠⁠‌ and moved only‍​‍ through black shadows.‌

“As‌‌‌ expected, you’re not⁠‍ running.”

The​‌ woman with hair​‌ that started green‍ but ended black‍ placed her hand​‍⁠ on Frausen’s chest,⁠‌ who was sitting⁠ across from her,‌ and smiled.

“When‍⁠‍ you face dragons,‍ your heart beats​‌ strongly.”

“…”‌

The‌⁠‌ woman’s smile was⁠ so gentle that‍‌ anyone would want‌ to embrace her,‍ but Frausen, who‌‌ had lost all⁠‌ color, sat there‍​ like a corpse.‍‌‍

It‌ was as if‌⁠ no smile could​​ make Frausen’s heart​⁠⁠ beat.

“…How⁠​​ are your preparations⁠‌​ going? You said‌ you were looking​⁠ for a place‍‌ to put down‍​ roots.”

“Thank‍‍ you for showing⁠⁠ interest in me,⁠​ Your Majesty.”

Frausen⁠‌ frowned for a moment at the‌‍‍ title given by​ the woman, but‌ his expression soon​⁠ returned to its‍ rigid state.

“It’s‌ going well. This⁠‍ time I have‍‍ found a good​ talent.”

The​⁠ Fallen Saint, Lamashu,‌‌ nodded gratefully, while⁠ her hands opened‍‍ Frausen’s chest.

For‍‍ the revived Emperor⁠ to act according‍ to his wishes,‍ he needed the⁠​ rituals Lamashu had‌‌ inscribed in his​​⁠ heart.

“Is‍⁠ it someone trustworthy?”‍​

“I⁠​ don’t know if‌​ they are trustworthy.”​‍⁠

Following​ her fingers that⁠ moved fluidly, red⁠⁠​ flakes began to‍​ flow over the​‌ blackened bloodstains.

It⁠​‍ was the beat‌⁠⁠ of the most​‌ perfect piece that​​‍ originated from the⁠ most perfect dragon,‌⁠‌ but had now​‌ become Frausen’s heart.⁠‍⁠

“But​​‌ I believe everyone⁠⁠⁠ fears imminent death.”​

“…”‍​

Frausen’s​ focus gradually returned‌⁠‌ as his heart⁠‍ began to beat⁠‍ little by little.⁠

The‌​⁠ first thing he⁠ looked at was​ the jewelry box​ the woman had‌​⁠ carefully kept.

“If​ we keep moving‍ forward little by‌ little, we will⁠ find a place‍⁠ for my children.”​

The‍ woman who fled​⁠ from death was‍​‍ mad, and the‍ emperor who returned‍‌‍ from death was‌ exhausted.

However,‍‌⁠ there was only⁠ silence in the‍⁠ carriage where the​⁠ two faced each​ other.

“Unlike⁠​‌ Moshiam, I hope​⁠ this time you‍‌ achieve what you⁠ set out to⁠ do.”

The‌ jewelry box that⁠ Frausen was looking⁠ at was filled​⁠⁠ with tree tears,‌ now cold.

They​⁠ came from fragments⁠ of the World​ Mother Tree that‍‍⁠ Frausen himself had​⁠ transplanted long ago,​‍‌ when his heart​⁠ was still beating.‌⁠

“…Only‌⁠‍ then will I be able to‍ complete what I want to do.”‍⁠‌

For‌ a world where⁠⁠ children could laugh,​‍ without the pain⁠ and agony caused​‌ by adults.

For⁠‍​ a world where‍‌ possibility was not⁠ crushed by the​ most perfect dragon.‌⁠‍

“…”‌​

To⁠ create that world,‌⁠ Frausen looked away‌ from the weeping​‌ jewelry box.

The​⁠ young knight Kihano⁠‌⁠ wouldn’t have done​⁠⁠ it, but the‍​ old emperor Frausen⁠​ had learned to‌ compromise.

The‍‍ carriage was on⁠⁠ the move.

The​⁠⁠ carriage, which did⁠‍ not tread on‌⁠ the world created​‍ by the gods,‌⁠ advanced smoothly towards‍ somewhere in the‍ central region.

Frausen⁠⁠ closed his eyes‍‌ as he caressed​⁠‌ the Silver Knight​ who no longer⁠​‌ cried.

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