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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 222: Bright Starry Night (1)

Chapter 222: Bright Starry Night (1)

It‍⁠ was a bright‍‌ night without any​ visible clouds, and‌​ the floating stars​‌ shone.

Timur,‌ the Iron Lord,⁠ watched the fire⁠​ burning in front‍ of him as‌‍ he sat on⁠⁠ the carpet of​ accumulated white snow.‌​⁠

It⁠‍ had been a long time since‍​⁠ he had spent‍​ the night outside‍ the steel walls,‌ and even longer‍ since he had‍‌ last met the​⁠​ man who was‌ laughing in front​​‍ of him.

“When⁠ did you lose‌‌ your tooth? Did​‌​ someone hit you?”​​‌

“Yes,⁠ I got hit.‌​ By time, no​ less.”

His‌⁠​ smile was comical,‌‌⁠ perhaps due to⁠​ the missing front⁠​​ teeth, but the‌​ old man currently‍ warming by the‍‌ campfire in front‌​ of the steel⁠ ball was once‌‌‍ a Baranov knight⁠‌​ who left a glorious name.

Over⁠ time, he put⁠ down his sword​‌‌ and retired, but​‌⁠ the reason he‍ couldn’t help but‌‌ be happy was​ probably due to‌‌‍ the memories he​ had with the⁠⁠⁠ old man for​⁠​ so long.

“Then‌‍⁠ I suggest you​⁠‍ don’t drink so‌ much.”

“Ah,⁠​⁠ the old days.‍ When I was‍ young, I could‍​ drink an entire​‌⁠ barrel and be​​ perfectly fine the‌‍‌ next day.”

The‍‌ old man, reminiscing⁠⁠​ about the past‍ years, turned his​⁠ head and looked⁠‌‌ at the house​⁠‍ covered in white‍⁠ snow.

Most​​ of the houses‍‌ around were made⁠⁠‍ of logs, but​ the house the⁠‍ old man was‌‌⁠ looking at now⁠​⁠ was a large,​ spacious brick house​ built with great​ effort.

“But‍ after all these‍ years, I got‌⁠ my own mansion,‍ so I don’t‍‌⁠ think it was​​‌ a meaningless life.”‍‍​

“Yes?”​⁠

Timur⁠ looked at his⁠‍‌ former subordinate lamenting​ the passage of‍‍ time and took‌‌⁠ a sip from‍ the bottle of‍ alcohol he was‌ holding.

The‍ mansion the old⁠⁠ man spoke of‌​⁠ was given directly‍‌ by Timur and‍‌ was an honorable​ gift to reward‌ his lifelong loyalty.‍⁠

“Anyway,‌⁠ I heard you’re‌​⁠ planning to fight​ the central guys​⁠⁠ now?”

“I​​‍ have to. They⁠ say they’re going‍​ to come crawling,‍​ so what can​​ I do?”

“Wow.‍ It feels like‍​ my heart is⁠​⁠ racing after hearing‌ a war story‌‌‌ for the first‍ time in a long time.”

The⁠ old man opened‍​ his mouth as​ if he were‌‍‍ happy, holding the​‌‍ bottle of expensive⁠ liquor that Timur‍‍ had personally given‍‌​ him.

However,​⁠‌ Timur only had⁠‍‍ a bitter smile⁠​‍ on his face​⁠⁠ as he watched‍‍‌ the old man‌​ get more excited.‍‌‍

“You‍‍ must be very‍​ busy. Even in‍ the midst of‌⁠‌ all this, you​⁠‌ didn’t forget me​ and came to‌‌ visit…”

“How‌‌ could I forget‌​⁠ you?”

Timur‌ drank the alcohol​ he was holding.⁠‍​

Timur’s​ head was slightly‍ tilted, as if​‍‌ he were exhausted,‍‍⁠ but his eyes​‌‍ shone as if‍‍‌ he had decided⁠ something.

“Of‌‌ course, I won’t‌⁠‍ forget you, my‍‍ loyal knight.”

“What?”​‌

Ching!‍

The⁠⁠​ campfire flames reflected​​‌ on the sword.​

The⁠‍⁠ old man was⁠‌‍ surprised when he​‍⁠ saw Timur suddenly⁠‌ draw his sword‍‌⁠ and didn’t know⁠‌​ what to do‌ with his wide-open‍ eyes.

“I‍ even brought an‍ antidote just in‍‍​ case, but it‍​ was completely useless.”‌⁠⁠

“Lord​ Timur.”

“In⁠⁠‍ fact, what you​ drank wasn’t alcohol,​ but poison.”

A loyal knight who‍ had been with⁠ me all my⁠‌ life.

But​ the person in​‍​ front of me‍⁠ now is just‌‌ a cowardly fugitive‍ trying to escape‍⁠‍ death.

It‍‌ was a potent‌⁠‌ poison that could‌⁠ kill even a large horse, but‌‌ Timur silently raised‍‌ his sword when‍ he saw the‍⁠ old man drinking​​‌ it without hesitation.‌

“…Please‌ don’t leave. Remain‍⁠‍ as my knight‌‍‍ until the end.”⁠​

Perhaps‍ this is my‍‌ last retirement gift⁠ for you.

For‌‌ his subordinate who​‌ abandoned his beliefs,⁠ Timur restored the‍​ honor he had⁠ lost without saying‍ a word.

Swish-!⁠

A round face floated⁠⁠‌ above the sad,⁠⁠⁠ outstretched sword.

The⁠​ old man’s face‌ appeared in the‍‍‍ cloudless night sky,​​ gazing at the​‍ full moon above,⁠⁠ and then slowly​⁠ began to fall‍⁠⁠ towards his lord.‍

“…Make‍​ sure the grave​​ is deep. So‍‍ no one finds‍‌​ it.”

“Yes,​‌ Duke.”

To‌ prepare for a great war, you‍ must first ensure‌‌​ the ground you​‍ stand on.

Timur‍⁠ felt relieved that​⁠ the preparations weren’t​ too late, but‍ he was also‌⁠​ saddened.

“…”⁠

Timur​⁠‍ crossed a name‍‌​ off the paper‌​​ he was holding‌‍ and watched as⁠ the campfire slowly‌​‍ died out.

Timur⁠​⁠ threw an old⁠ memory into the​‍ still-burning fire and‍⁠ took a sip⁠ of the last​ drink remaining.

***‌‌

‘Don’t‌​‌ trust Joseph Bayezid‍ too much.’

‘The⁠‍ Vatican targeted him​‍‌ for a good‍⁠ reason.’

“…”‌‍

There​ was a man‍ sitting alone, with‌‍⁠ his back to​‍ the moonlight streaming‌‍‍ through the window.⁠​​

The⁠‍ blonde hair reflected‍‌​ in the blue‍‍​ moonlight now looked‌‌⁠ quite attractive, but⁠ he didn’t seem​​ to have time‌ to enjoy it.‌⁠‌

“What⁠‌ could he gain​ from this?”

Vlad,⁠⁠​ pondering Rodrigo’s last‌‌⁠ words, was having⁠ difficulty understanding what⁠‌ he really meant.​

“Is⁠‍​ this a strategy‌ to undermine the⁠‌​ north?”

The⁠ senior knight of‌ the Imperial Guard​‌ tried to plant⁠ a seed of‌​‍ doubt in Vlad’s‌‍ heart, but that‍‍⁠ seed had already‍ withered away without⁠⁠ a trace.

That​‌ was because Vlad’s​‍​ trust in Joseph​ was strong.

It⁠‌ made more sense‍‍ to suspect Rodrigo​ than Joseph, who‍​​ was his lord‌‍‌ and benefactor and‌⁠⁠ helped him become‍‍ who he is⁠‍ today.

Knock,⁠​ knock.

“…!”‌

But⁠ is it because​ I am in‍‍‍ too much trouble?‍​

It‍‌‌ was already too‌‍​ late for Vlad‍⁠ to notice the‌ black shadow tapping⁠‍‌ on the window.⁠

The‌⁠ shadow that silently‍ approached without anyone‍⁠ noticing was so⁠ stealthy that even​‌ Vlad’s keen hearing⁠‍‍ couldn’t detect it,⁠ and it was⁠‍ skilled enough to‌ deceive even the​⁠ sense of atmosphere⁠ he had extended.​​

“The‌⁠‌ night wind is‍​ cold. Can you‌‍⁠ open the window?”‍‌

“Marcus?”​

Since‌ the window was​ wide, it seemed‍‌​ there was space⁠‌ to step through.‌

Vlad⁠ couldn’t hide his⁠‌ surprise seeing him‌ in such an​ unexpected place.

“No,​⁠ how are you⁠​ here…”

“I‍‌⁠ have something important‌ to tell you.”‌‌‌

Bayezid’s​ crow, Marcus, climbed⁠​ through the window⁠⁠ as if nothing‍ had happened and‍‍ sat in front‌​ of the guest‍ table.

Seeing⁠⁠ him take the​‌‍ hot teapot and⁠​ pour it was⁠ so comforting that​ Vlad was left​ speechless.

“By‌ the way, you⁠‌‍ still call me‌‍ Marcus.”

“Did‍⁠ you change your‍​ name again?”

“I’m​​ called Sandor now.”‍‍‍

From⁠‍ intruder to guest.‌

The​⁠​ man, whose face⁠‍ was covered in‍ scars making his‍ original appearance unrecognizable,‍⁠​ drank the tea‌‍ he had poured​‍​ and silently handed‌ a letter to​ Vlad.

“What‌‌⁠ is that?”

“This‌‍‍ is a letter⁠‍ sent to you‍⁠‌ by the Northern‌ Orthodox Church. To⁠‌⁠ be exact, it‍‍ was sent by⁠ Lord Gunther, the⁠‌‍ second leader of​​​ the Northern Orthodox​‌ Church.”

A Holy Knight who‌ faced the Black⁠ Woman together in‍ Moshiam, a place​​‍ filled with mist.‍‍‍

Vlad,​​ recalling Gunther’s appearance,​‍‌ quickly took the​‍ letter Marcus handed‍​‍ him.

“Where​ have I seen⁠‍‌ this document?”

“It’s⁠ an indulgence.”

The⁠⁠‌ envelope contained several​‌⁠ sheets of paper.​‍

One‌‌⁠ of them was⁠ a letter written​ by Gunther himself,⁠ but the attached⁠‌⁠ papers were nothing​ more than documents‌‌ filled with a rigid format.

“As⁠ expected, you recognized​‌​ it immediately.”

“Why⁠‌‌ are you giving‍ me this?”

Others‌ coveted it, but‍⁠⁠ for Vlad, it‌‌⁠ only brought back‌​ bad memories.

Moreover,​⁠‌ unlike the secular‌​ Vatican, the Northern​​​ Orthodox Church did‌‌⁠ not grant indulgences​ easily, but it‌​⁠ was natural for‌‍​ Vlad, who accepted​​​ them, to feel‌⁠‌ bewildered.

“It’s‌ already signed by‍ the Pope himself.”​⁠

“Then,‌‌ why…?”

“The​‍ Northern Church wants​ you to kill​‌⁠ someone.”

An‍⁠ indulgence written by‍ the Commander of​ the Northern Orthodox‌ Church Knights, signed‌ by the noble⁠‌‌ Pope, and delivered​ by Bayezid’s hidden⁠​​ sword.

Vlad⁠ swallowed hard, sensing‍‍​ that the sin⁠ being compensated through⁠‌⁠ this indulgence would⁠​ not be light.​​⁠

“Who⁠ do they want‍‌ me to kill?”‍⁠

Feeling‌​‌ a sinister premonition,‌⁠​ Vlad stared at⁠‌‌ Marcus’s face, but‍‌ the man’s disfigured‍ face showed not​ the slightest expression.⁠‍‌

“To⁠⁠‍ Joseph Bayezid.”

The​‍‍ sound of the‍ teacup Marcus was​​⁠ holding falling echoed.⁠

Along⁠⁠ with the sound‌​ of Vlad’s heart‌⁠‌ pounding.

“They⁠⁠ want you to​ eliminate the northern‌⁠ stain that has‌‍‍ made a pact‍ with malevolent entities.”​‌

Vlad’s‌‍‌ hands trembled at‍​⁠ the familiar sound‌‍ he heard.

Joseph‍​ Bayezid.

The​​ name uttered by⁠​ the sinister crow‍‍‍ was the first‌‌ name that recognized​‌ me in this‌ world and was⁠ also at the‌​‍ core of what​ constituted Vlad’s world.​‍

“Because‌ in the land…”⁠

Boom!​

Vlad​ wanted to ask​ the reason for‌​‌ this incomprehensible situation,⁠ but his entire‌ body was shaken⁠‌​ by the loud‌‍​ noise he soon‍‌​ heard.

“…Seems‍‌ I arrived a bit late.”

-It’s‌‍ an attack! The⁠​​ enemy has invaded!​⁠

-They‌‌ have assaulted the‌⁠⁠ underground prison!

Dense‍ smoke visible from‍‍​ outside.

And​​⁠ even the rough​⁠ shouts of soldiers​⁠ rising among the⁠⁠ smoke.

A sudden roar shook​ his vision, but⁠ Vlad quickly looked‌‍‌ through the broken⁠‍ window.

[Manifest⁠​⁠ your aura, Vlad.‍⁠ He is watching​⁠ you.]

However,‌‌​ as Kihano said,​​ there were eyes‌ watching Vlad outside.‍⁠

The​⁠​ man standing in​ the distant bell‌‌​ tower had all⁠⁠​ his colors faded,‌​ but the pressure‍‍⁠ he exerted was‌‌⁠ greater than any⁠‌ of the knights.‌⁠

“…Frausen.”⁠

Thud-!‍​ Thud-! Thud-!

Vlad’s‍‌‍ heart pounded heavily.​‍​

The​​‍ world that had⁠ supported me all⁠ this time trembled⁠ with strong vibrations,⁠‌ but the sword⁠⁠ that cried shone‍ intensely, telling me‌ that I had‌‍‍ to deal with⁠‌​ the person in​​ front of me.‌

***‍

-Stop⁠‍ them!

-Damn‍‌⁠ them!

“What‍⁠ a noisy entrance.”‌⁠⁠

Just‌‍ a moment ago,‍ it was a prison where light⁠ couldn’t enter, but​‍ now it has‌ become such a wide space that‌‌ you can even​​ see the sky.‍

Jager,‌‍‌ who was descending‍ the half-collapsed stairs,​ knocked down the⁠⁠ guards blocking his​‌ path and signaled​​‍ to Joseph behind‌ him.

“Come⁠ on, Lord Joseph.”​​‍

“…You​‌‌ don’t have to‌ do this.”

At⁠‌‌ Joseph’s words, Jager‌⁠⁠ brushed the stone‌ dust off his​⁠​ eye patch and‌⁠ immediately began shaking⁠‌ his head silently.‌

“Don’t‍ worry about me.⁠ If it weren’t⁠‌ for Lady Oksana,‍⁠ I would have⁠​ been dead a long time ago.”⁠

I dedicate my sword​​ to those who‍‌​ recognized me.

The​ One-Eyed Knight, who⁠‍ had followed Lady‍ Oksana from the​‌‌ Oscar family to‌​ Bayezid, knew it‍⁠ was now his‌ turn to sacrifice‍​‌ his honor for​​​ her son.

“Please,​ do what you‌ want and what‌⁠​ you have to​ do. I hope⁠⁠ Lord Joseph will.”​‌‍

“…”⁠

From​ the first time‍ he saw him,​​⁠ he was a stubborn knight.

Joseph​⁠ knew that Jager‍‌ wouldn’t budge with⁠ vain persuasion, so‍ he hurriedly descended⁠‍ the stairs to​​‍ do what he⁠ had set out​‌ to do.

“Shortness⁠‌‍ of breath is⁠‌⁠ a relief. Is⁠‌​ this how people⁠​ normally live?”

It⁠‌‌ was cold, the‍​‌ path downward was​⁠‌ difficult, and black⁠​ swords were still​‍​ flying everywhere, but⁠ Joseph’s body didn’t‍ flinch in the⁠⁠⁠ slightest.

Feeling​‍ a sense of⁠⁠⁠ liberation, Joseph hurriedly‌‍‍ ran to the‌ deepest part of‌⁠ the dungeon.

Joseph’s‍⁠‍ racing heart had‌ always been overwhelming,‍ but today he‌‌‌ was quite happy.​​⁠

-Is⁠‌‍ it you…

“I‍​ came here because​​ Ramashtu sent me.”‌

In⁠ the deepest part‍ of Arnstein’s dungeon,​​ there was a headless knight floating​‍ in chains.

It​⁠ was a chain⁠​‌ with a piece‌ of paper with‍‍ sacred verses written‍‍⁠ on it tied‍ to each place.‍​​

Clang!‍​​

With‍ a single blow,​‌‍ Jager broke the‌‍ lock.

Jager’s⁠⁠ world became clearer​‌ than ever and‌​ seemed to show​ how determined he‌‌ was.

“I⁠ will get you‌‍‌ out of here.”⁠⁠

What‌‌‍ was poison to⁠ the dead did​​⁠ not affect the​​ living. Under the‌ light of a star, Joseph reached‍​‍ out to the‍​ sinister entity.

“…The‍​ sky is clear‍‍ today.”

Even​‌‍ if my true‍‌‍ self is rough⁠​ and ugly, I still want to⁠⁠‍ shine.

Though⁠​⁠ his true form​ was coarse and​‍ weak, he still​⁠​ wanted to shine.‍

So‌‍​ Joseph decided to‍‍ do this.

Even‍ if lying in​‌‌ a place where‍ no one could​⁠​ see, my burning‌⁠⁠ flame from now‌ on would be‍ as bright as⁠‌ the stars above.‌

Sss!‍⁠‍

Everything⁠ in life depends‍ on my choices.‍

Though‍ he had no‌‍ control over his‌⁠‌ birth, Joseph decided​‍⁠ that his death⁠‌ would be in‌‌ the way he‍​ chose.

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