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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 218: Night of Peace, Holy Words (1)

Chapter 218: Night of Peace, Holy Words (1)

It‍ was a deep‌‌‍ night when everyone‍ was sleeping, but​‌‍ the sound of​​​ horse hooves echoed‌ loudly across the​ plain.

Under​​ the bright full‌ moon, a horse⁠ advanced glidingly, followed‍⁠ by dozens of‌‍ riders.

From​ afar, it seemed⁠‍ like a picturesque​⁠‌ scene, but as‍ one approached, the‍ urgent shouts of​​ men could be‌⁠ heard.

“Send​‌‍ the signal! Block⁠‌​ their path!”

At‌​ the center of‍‌‌ the scene was‍​ a knight with​ a large shield⁠‍ on his back,⁠⁠‍ giving orders.

The‌ man, with a square and imposing⁠ jaw, had even‌​​ thrown away the⁠⁠ torch he was⁠‌‍ carrying, fiercely chasing‍ the man ahead.‌‌

“Now!”⁠

Following​‍‍ the man’s instructions,‍‍ a fire arrow​ shot from behind.​

The‍ red arrow, which‍‍ revealed its presence‍⁠⁠ even under the​⁠​ bright full moon,​​ silently signaled the‍‍ other knights waiting⁠ ahead.

“Now!⁠ Charge!”

Following​ the signal sent​​‌ by the fire⁠‍​ arrow, the hidden⁠‍ cavalry soldiers began⁠⁠ to rush out​‍‍ from the edge‍‍‍ of the hill.​

Although⁠ the situation was‌ urgent, the disciplined‍⁠ and orderly formation‌‍‌ clearly showed that‌​​ they were elite‍ soldiers of Arnstein.​‌‍

-······.‍‍

The‍‌​ riders advanced without‌ leaving any space,‌ like a wave⁠⁠‍ descending from the‍ hill.

However,‍⁠​ the man who‍ was alone in⁠‍ front showed no‌ reaction despite seeing‌ the cavalry charging‍ towards him.

-Neigh.‌​

He‌‍ only stroked his​ horse’s neck.

Feeling‍ the rider’s touch,​ the horse’s eyes​‍ began to burn⁠ with a blue‍⁠ flame.

“It’s⁠​⁠ too fast!”

“Damn‌ it! At least‍⁠‍ change its direction!”⁠‌‍

The‌ surprise attack was​‍‍ excellent, but the‌ enemy was too⁠‌ fast.

The​ Arnstein cavalry was‌⁠ accompanied by excellent‌⁠ warhorses, but the‍ reality was that​‍ they couldn’t even⁠ keep up with⁠ a single horse.⁠

“…What⁠‌​ kind of horse⁠ is that!”

The‍‌ cavalry commander who‌​ descended the hill‍‍ gritted his teeth​⁠ at the sight.‌

The‌ speed was so⁠⁠ fast it seemed⁠‌ like the horse⁠ barely touched the‍​ ground.

Even⁠‍‍ the experienced cavalry​‌​ commander couldn’t help‍‍ but be baffled‍‌ by the sight,⁠‍ making him wonder⁠ if it was​⁠ even touching the‍ ground.

“Somehow,​ at least change​‌ its course!”

If‍​ they couldn’t catch​ up, they at‌​ least had to‍ try to steer‍ it.

“Fire!”⁠

The⁠‍ cavalry commander, realizing‍‌ that the tip‍ of the sword​‍​ wouldn’t reach, quickly⁠ ordered them to​‍⁠ shoot arrows, but​​ even that was​‍​ already too late.‍‍⁠

Swoosh!‍‌​ Swoosh swoosh!

The​‌ arrows rose so‍‍ high they seemed⁠​ to reach the⁠ clouds, but what‍⁠‌ they really pierced⁠ was only a shadow left by‌ an unknown man.‍‍⁠

Hiiiii!⁠‌⁠

The​‍‍ mysterious man disappeared,​​⁠ leaving behind the⁠‍⁠ sighs of the⁠‍ cavalry.

Pablo,​​ unable to follow‍‍ him, stopped and​‌ pressed his lips‍‌‍ together in frustration‌‌‍ as he heard‌‍⁠ the distant neigh​ of the horse.⁠

***⁠

“The‍‌ walls look bigger‍⁠ than Sturma’s.”

“A‍‌​ bit.”

Vlad​⁠ placed his palm​‍ over his eyebrow​ and looked towards‌ Valetta’s gates when‌ he heard Nibelun’s‍⁠​ words coming from⁠‍ his side.

As⁠​ they approached, Valetta’s‌‍​ walls seemed taller‌⁠⁠ and taller.

Nibelung​ and Vlad, fascinated​ by the white‌⁠‌ walls they hadn’t‍ seen in the​‌‌ north, turned their⁠‌⁠ heads from side⁠​⁠ to side.

‘…But​⁠⁠ it has a strange shape.’

Valetta’s‍‌ walls were not​​​ only solid but​‌ also had an‌​‌ elegant and refined‌‍‍ shape.

Each⁠ brick seemed to​ be in perfect​‍ balance.

“After⁠ placing the bricks,‌‍ they joined the⁠ joints with mortar.​⁠​ That’s why it⁠​⁠ has this elegant‍​‍ shape.”

Vlad⁠ nodded at Nibelun’s⁠​ words beside him.‌​‌

Indeed,⁠ as he said,⁠​ Valetta’s walls were‍‍⁠ made entirely of‌​ small bricks, unlike⁠‌ Sturma’s walls, which​⁠​ were topped with​ large stones.

He​​ didn’t know how‌‍ their durability compared,‍‍ but it was​‌‌ certainly easier to⁠ give them the⁠​ desired shape.

“Stop!‍‍ Identify yourselves!”

However,​‌ unlike the beautiful‍‌ walls, the guards‌‍⁠ in front of‍‍ them displayed a severe and cautious⁠ attitude.

Perhaps⁠ due to the​ chaotic atmosphere of​​ the central region,‍​ the guards’ attitude​​ towards strangers was‌‌⁠ as sharp as‌‌​ the spears they⁠ wielded.

“I​ am Rodrigo of⁠ the Imperial Guard.”‍⁠⁠

Rodrigo,‌⁠⁠ seeing their sharp‍ demeanor, quickly began‍ to step forward.​‍

I know nothing of‌ Bayezid, but the​‌ position of the​ Imperial Guard in‌​ the central region​‍​ is special.

The‍ guards, who already⁠​‌ recognized Rodrigo’s face,⁠​ seemed embarrassed and‌​ began to raise​‍ the spears they‍‍‍ had lowered.

“Welcome,​‍​ Lord Rodrigo.”

“Thank⁠⁠⁠ you. But I also want to​​‌ ensure the safety​​‍ of the people‌‍⁠ coming behind me…”‌⁠⁠

Rodrigo,​‌ looking back, only​⁠ intended to guarantee‌​​ Vlad and Nibelun,‍⁠‍ but Vlad, who​⁠ had sensed his‍‌ intention, was already⁠‍​ near Joseph’s carriage.​‍

Although‌⁠ he wasn’t sure‍​‍ how effective the‌ name of Bayezid​⁠⁠ would be in‍⁠⁠ the central region,‍‍‍ he thought it‌ would be better‍​ to use the‍‍‍ name of the‌​ Imperial Guard here.‍

“…To⁠ that carriage.”

“Understood,‍‍ Lord Rodrigo.”

The‌ guard commander was​‍⁠ puzzled when an‌‌ unexpectedly large number‍​ of people arrived‍ at once, but​‌‌ still, he couldn’t‍‌ go against the⁠​ prestige of the‍⁠​ Imperial Guard.

“You’ve⁠‍ become very considerate.”​​

“I’m​‌ just here because​ there’s shade.”

Vlad​​‍ scratched his chin⁠⁠ while looking at​⁠ Jager, who was⁠‌ laughing inside the⁠​ carriage.

He‍​ was trying to‌‍⁠ conceal his discomfort,​​‍ but it was‌‌‍ also an effort​⁠ not to hurt‌⁠‍ Joseph’s pride.

“…It⁠ will be fine‍ for the Imperial‍ Guard, but we‌​‍ ask the guests‌‍ not to go⁠‍ out at night.”​⁠

However,‌‌ the group’s entry‌ was more difficult​ than expected.

This‍ was because when‍ the Imperial Guard‌ who preceded them​​⁠ passed through the​‌ castle gate, the⁠ guard commander secretly‍⁠⁠ blocked the group’s​‍​ path.

“Why?”‍

Was‌‍​ this another discrimination​‌ against northerners?

When​ Vlad, who had⁠‌⁠ already experienced this⁠‌⁠ before, put on‍‌​ a somber expression,⁠ the guard captain⁠​⁠ quickly began to​⁠‍ speak as if‌ that wasn’t the‍‍ case.

“…Because​‍ cases of disappearances‍ are frequent these‍ days throughout the‌⁠ territory. So I hope there is‌ no misunderstanding between‌ us.”

“Disappearances?”​

Disappearances⁠ in such a fortified city.

Vlad’s​ face hardened at​ the completely unexpected‌⁠ response.

“I‌ can’t give more⁠​ details.”

Although⁠ Bayezid was respected​ in the north,‌⁠ in the center,‌‍​ he was just‍ a stranger.

Furthermore,‍ now that the⁠‍‌ structure had become‌ more complicated due​ to the Northern​ Union, it would‌​ have been difficult​‍‍ to hear the‌ internal circumstances of‍⁠⁠ the territory.

“Please,‍ enter. Valetta welcomes⁠‍⁠ you.”

From‌ afar, the city‌​ of Valetta seemed⁠‍ large and elegant,‌ but upon entering,⁠‍⁠ a sense of‍ unease enveloped them.​‌‍

***​

“Welcome​⁠‌ to Valetta, Joseph‌‍‍ of Bayezid.”

It‍‍ was a space​‌ filled with the‍‌‍ smell of old‍ books.

In​‌​ a place that‌ looked more like‍‍ a library than⁠‍ an office, an‌ old man observed‍⁠ the group.

“…And⁠‌​ Vlad of Soara.”‌​

He⁠​⁠ was an elderly‍‌ man who seemed⁠ more like a scholar than a lord governing a territory.

However,⁠ the reason why​ his appearance did⁠⁠‌ not seem weak⁠‍‍ was probably due‍​ to the intense‍‍ eyes visible behind​​ his low glasses.​

“I‍‍‍ regret not addressing​ you as Sir​ Vlad Aureo.”

“No‍ problem, Count. Call‌​ me as you‌⁠‌ wish.”

“As​​‌ you know, the‌‌‌ name Vlad of‍ Soara is more​ familiar to me.”​

Count‌ Arnstein looked at​‍ Vlad and smiled‌ as if he‍ was happy to‍‍ see him.

Although​ they had never⁠⁠ met, Count Arnstein‌⁠‌ and Vlad already‌​ had a relationship.​‌

The‍ name Vlad of​​‍ Soara was an‍ honor earned by⁠⁠⁠ the knight Pablo,⁠⁠ so the Count’s‌‍ gaze towards Vlad‍⁠ was filled with⁠‌ satisfaction.

“The‍⁠​ honor of my⁠⁠‌ knight is my⁠⁠ honor. It is‍ a pleasure to‍​ see that proof.”‍‍‍

The‌ Count’s attention was‍​‌ more focused on⁠‍‍ Vlad than on⁠ Joseph standing before⁠​ him.

They‍‍ may be the⁠‍‌ lords of the⁠​​ northern border area,​ but Count Arnstein,‍ the leader of‍​⁠ the central region,‍‍ was someone who‍ did not need⁠‍‌ to worry about​ Bayezid.

“I‍‍⁠ feel the cold‍⁠⁠ breeze of the‌‍ north on your​‌‌ shoulders. What brings‌⁠​ you to seek⁠⁠⁠ me from so​ far away?”

Although‌‌⁠ he was older,‍ his bright eyes⁠​​ were already full‍ of curiosity.

Vlad​‌ looked him in⁠​ the eyes and⁠​ thought that the‍‍⁠ Count and Nibelun‌ would get along‍‍ well.

“It​‍ is an honor⁠⁠‌ to meet you,⁠‌‌ Count. The reason‌ for my visit⁠ is…”

Having⁠ been eliminated from‍⁠​ the competition for‍ leadership, Joseph was‌ seeking support.

Joseph‍⁠ tried to capture⁠ attention by even‌ mentioning the name‌ of his mother’s‍‌ family, the Oscar‌​‍ family, but the⁠‍‌ Count’s gaze on​⁠‌ him had already​⁠ turned cold.

More‌⁠⁠ than a look⁠ of disgust, it‍‍ was a look⁠ indicating that his⁠ interest had waned.​

“…We​ will talk about⁠‍​ that later.”

Although​⁠ it seemed to​‍ leave a possibility,⁠ it was a polite way of⁠ rejection in the⁠‍ language of the​ nobles.

“Do‍ you also come​⁠ with the same​ intention?”

Joseph​‌⁠ did not feel⁠‍ particularly disappointed by​ the Count’s gaze‌​ that passed by⁠⁠ him, as if‌‍‌ he had expected‌ that to happen.‍‍

He⁠ only looked at‌ Vlad beside him‍⁠ and nodded as⁠⁠ if telling him⁠‌ to hurry up​​ and speak.

“…I‌ have been following⁠​‌ the dragon deaths,⁠‌ Count.”

For‍ Vlad, dealing with‍ nobles was always‌​‍ difficult.

Especially‍‍ in front of⁠‍ a great man​‌ like Count Arnstein.‍​

However,‌​⁠ Vlad did not‌‍⁠ seem to feel​‌​ as much pressure⁠⁠‍ as before, perhaps‍‍‍ because Joseph was‌‍‍ by his side.‍

“And‌ even the evil​‍ beings that accompany‍ that death.”

“…Oh.”‌⁠⁠

Vlad‌ continued speaking as​‍‍ the Count wanted,⁠⁠ and to achieve‍​​ what he wanted,‌‍ he chose only‌‌⁠ words that would‌​​ arouse the greatest‌ interest of the‍⁠ Count.

And​ the Count’s cold‌‌ eyes began to​ shine again, as⁠⁠​ if the choice​‌ was the right‌ one.

“I‍ did not expect‍​⁠ much, but you‍​ bring interesting news.”​⁠

Visitors​ from afar were‌⁠ always welcomed for‍ the fresh news⁠‌​ they brought.

“Following​‍‍ sinister entities…”

And‌⁠⁠ if the news​ the guest brought‌ was related to‌​ something that had​ been bothering him,​ it would be‍ perfect for the⁠ host.

“Let’s‍​ talk about it⁠⁠ during dinner.”

Vlad‌⁠ might not have‍‍ known, but in​ the world of‍ nobles, inviting them⁠ to dine together‍‌ was the best‍ greeting a host‌⁠​ could give a guest.

“But‍‍​ there is something‍‍ I want to​‍ ask.”

“Tell‍‌ me, Count.”

And⁠⁠‌ the hidden meaning​‍ of inviting a guest to dinner‍​‍ was that the‍‌⁠ host wanted something​ special from him.‌‍

“I⁠‌ have heard that‌​ the horses from​‍ the north are‍ excellent. Are yours‌ like that?”

Vlad‌‌ was momentarily puzzled‌ by the Count’s‌‍ unexpected question.

Although​‍ the Count had‍ a clear intention,⁠​⁠ to Vlad it‌⁠ was a question⁠‍ without context.

“…Horses?”​‍‍

“Yes,⁠‍‍ horses.”

The‌ Count’s glasses gleamed⁠​‍ white as he​ looked at Vlad.⁠‌⁠

“I​ want to know​⁠⁠ if the horses‍⁠ you brought are‍ as fast as​⁠ they say.”

Vlad‌‌ of Soara, an‌ honorable name given‍⁠‌ by his knight​ Pablo.

The​ Count expected that‍ the northern knight,‍‌​ Vlad of Soara,⁠‌‌ not only brought⁠‍‍ good news but‌​ also a solution‍‍ to the current​‌⁠ problem.

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