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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 226: When I Get Up Again (2)

Chapter 226: When I Get Up Again (2)

The‍⁠ darkness grew ever⁠ denser.

The​ corridor, without a single torch, was​⁠‌ so dark that‌ nothing could be⁠‌‌ distinguished as one​‍ advanced. The blackness​ was such that‍​ it was difficult​​‌ to see even‌⁠‌ the person right‍​⁠ in front.

In‌‍ that darkness, Joseph‍ was like a blind man with‍‌​ open eyes.

-Can’t⁠⁠ you see anything?‍‌‍

“…No.”⁠‍

At‍ Joseph’s words, saying⁠⁠ he couldn’t see,‍⁠ a bluish flame‌​ arose in the​⁠ darkness. Though its‌​ light was insufficient​ to illuminate the⁠⁠‌ surroundings, it at⁠ least allowed a glimpse of the⁠ silhouette of the⁠⁠​ one holding it.​

-It⁠ seems you haven’t​⁠ taken enough yet.​⁠

A headless man, with​⁠ an empty helmet‍ in place of‌‌​ a head, approached⁠‌‍ Joseph.

The​‍ headless knight, who‍​⁠ had kidnapped children​‌ in the lands​⁠ of Arnstein, stared​​‍ intently at Joseph​ with his cold‌‍‌ blue flames.

-Even​ though the smell‍​‍ is quite strong‍⁠ already.

Joseph‍ couldn’t help but‌ tense up seeing‌⁠ the headless knight‍ sniffing as if​ checking something.

“Wow,‌ you have no‍ face, but it​‌​ seems you can⁠ still smell.”

-It’s‌⁠⁠ not a smell⁠‍​ perceived by the​‍​ nose.

Although​‌⁠ he tried to‍ stay calm, his⁠‌⁠ trembling voice betrayed‍ him.

The‌‌ blue flames inside‌ the headless knight’s​‌​ helmet curved coldly.⁠‌

-The⁠​ stench of death‌ comes from the‌ soul, not the‍ body, Joseph of⁠​ Bayezid.

The​⁠‍ smell of a decaying soul is‍ even stronger than‌​⁠ that of a rotting body.

After‌‍​ noticing that terrible‌ odor in Joseph,‌⁠‍ the Headless Knight‌‍‍ turned again and​ began to lead​‌ the way down⁠‌‍ the narrow corridor.‍​‌

-The​‌ tea that Lord​‍‌ Ramashtu gave you‌ is a blessing,​ so make sure‌ to drink it⁠ diligently. If you​​ don’t want to‌​ truly die.

Creeeek-​

With‌‍‍ those words, the​‍ darkness opened the‌‍‍ door from the⁠‍ headless knight’s fingertips.‌‌⁠

With‌ those words, the⁠​ headless knight opened‌​ a door in‍ the darkness. It​‍‌ was a door​ that had been⁠‌‍ there, but that​⁠ couldn’t be seen,⁠​ and a cursed⁠​​ door from which‍⁠⁠ one couldn’t escape‌⁠ on their own.‌

-Enter.‌​‍ They are waiting‌​​ for you.

“…”‍⁠

The‍ trace of the​ fallen saint, which⁠ no one in​‌ the church had​​ been able to‌ find because no‌‍​ living person could‍‌ reach it.

But​ before Joseph, who​​⁠ was on the⁠‌ brink of death,‍​ that door was‍‍ revealed. Joseph sighed⁠ deeply before entering.‍

***⁠

“Has​‌⁠ Lord Vlad already⁠​ woken up?”

“Yes,‌ Count.”

The‍‌‍ Count’s sigh was‍ as disordered as‍​​ his messy study.‍

Pablo,‌‍ bowing in respect,⁠⁠ did not know​​ how to console​​ the Count.

“We‍‍ welcomed guests from‍ distant lands with‌‍​ such enthusiasm, and⁠​‍ one is in​ a coma while⁠ the other wrecks‍‍ our land before⁠ leaving.”

The‍⁠ Count’s back seemed​ downcast as he‍‌ bent over the‍‍ fireplace, complaining.

If⁠⁠ Pablo had known‍⁠ that the logs⁠ the Count was​ throwing into the‌ fire were remnants​⁠ of his precious‍ desk, he would​ have felt even​​​ more of the‍‌ Count’s misery.

“It’s⁠‌​ really worrisome that​ this has been​⁠ happening since New‍‌‍ Year.”

But‍ what can I do?

Things​‍ have already happened,​​ and there are⁠‍ many enemies targeting‍​⁠ me, so I have no choice‍‍⁠ but to keep​​ moving.

With​⁠⁠ a hand filled‌⁠‍ with nostalgia, the‍ Count pushed the‌ desk remnants into⁠​​ the fire and,⁠ lifting the pen‌‌ before a pile​‌‍ of stacked books,⁠​ addressed Pablo.

“As‌⁠‍ the man named⁠​⁠ Sandor said, matters⁠‌⁠ related to Joseph‌⁠‍ Bayezid can be⁠‌ left to the‌ Northern Alliance. I hope they will​‍‍ do the same.”⁠

“Yes.‌‍‍ They would also‍‌ prefer it that​ way.”

“Good.‍​‍ We’ll make sure‌​ to claim the‌‍​ reward later.”

It‍ was a very⁠‌‍ delicate matter that​ the second son‍‍ of Bayezid, a noble family from⁠​ the north, had‌ allied with an⁠‍ evil being.

For‌‌⁠ nobles, honor is​⁠ important, and the⁠‌ reputation that comes⁠‌ with it is‍‌⁠ like a guarantee,‍ so it was⁠​ an issue that⁠ Bayezid had to​⁠ handle alone without‍‌‍ any urgency.

“Having⁠‍ roughly resolved the‌‌ issues of our‍ land, now we‍ must focus on​⁠‍ the matter of‌‍⁠ Vlad Aureo. Have​‍ you investigated as‍ I asked?”

The‍‍​ Count’s eyes, as‌ he looked at‌​​ Pablo, regained strength.​⁠​

Count​‌ Arnstein, leader of‌⁠⁠ the central region⁠‌ and head of‍​ the court faction,​​⁠ had already heard‍⁠ of the valor​‍‌ of a knight‍‍⁠ named Vlad through‍ Rodrigo of the​‍ Imperial Guard.

“Yes.‌ I have investigated​‍⁠ as you asked.”​‌

Though​ he did not⁠⁠‌ share his lord’s⁠ blood, it was‍ possible that he‍ had inherited his​‍‍ will.

It​​ might seem like​​‍ an unfounded claim,⁠ but the Court⁠⁠⁠ Prince wanted to‍‌ confirm it, and⁠‍ now Count Arnstein,‍ known as the‌⁠​ eyes of the⁠​ Court Prince, had‍ to carry out​‍​ the final phase‍‌ of the investigation.⁠

“Lord‍‍ Vlad’s advisor, Nibelun,‌‍ is from the‌ Burgund tribe of⁠‌​ the south. According⁠​ to the investigation,‌ he is the​ son of one‍‍‌ of the most​⁠ influential clans among⁠⁠‌ them.”

To‌ truly understand a person, the basics​​ are to understand​ their environment.

The‍ Imperial Guard would‍ have already confirmed⁠ things like the​‍‍ sword he wielded⁠‌ and his swordsmanship,‌ so what the​‍​ Count needed to‌ verify was the​‌⁠ extent of the‍ bowl that the‌⁠ man named Vlad‍ had.

“A​‌⁠ Burgund tribe… They‌ are a group‌​‍ of beastmen who​​‌ still maintain their⁠‍ structure, aren’t they?”⁠

“Yes.⁠ At the beginning⁠ of the Empire,⁠‌ they even managed‍ to secure their⁠​​ own territories.”

Unlike​‌⁠ the Northern Alliance,​ which had difficulties⁠ expanding across the​ continent, Arnstein’s intelligence​⁠​ network had already⁠ reached the South.​⁠

For​‌ them, investigating Nibelun’s⁠⁠‌ origins wouldn’t have​ been too difficult.‌

“And​​ moreover, he is​‌ from an influential⁠‍ clan.”

“He‌​ didn’t seem that​ way when I saw him, but⁠⁠ he turns out‍ to be of‍ noble blood… And⁠‍‌ what else?”

“Before⁠​‍ coming here, Lord‌‍‌ Vlad was said​ to be in‌ the Dwarven Liberation⁠‍‍ Front. And according‍⁠ to rumors, Captain‌ Harven, a close‌‌‌ ally of Lord‌‌ Vlad, recently built‍ a ship that⁠​ moves without wind.”⁠‌​

“Without‌​ wind?”

“It‌ seems he learned‌‌‌ the skills of‌ the dwarves.”

What​ goes unnoticed when‌​ one isn’t attentive‍‍ can be seen‍⁠‍ when observed closely.‍​‍

Although‍​ it was thought‍‍ that Vlad was‌⁠ just a promising​ knight, Count Arnstein⁠⁠‍ began to notice⁠⁠⁠ a strange trend⁠‍⁠ around him.

“A‍‍ strange ship. Continue.”​

The‌⁠⁠ Count’s fingertips became​​‌ busy as he‍ listened to Pablo’s⁠‌‌ report.

No​‍‍ matter how detailed‌ the information, without‌⁠‌ the correct interpretation,​‍⁠ it was useless.‌

However,‌‌‍ even Count Arnstein,‍‌ who tried to⁠‍ evaluate Vlad as‍⁠ objectively as possible‍‌‌ for the Court‍ Prince, had to‍ pause for a moment at the​‍ content of Pablo’s⁠ report.

“With‍⁠ elves?”

“Yes.”‌⁠⁠

“And‌‌⁠ the Northern Pope⁠ personally granted him‌‍‌ an indulgence?”

“So‍‍​ it seems.”

“And‍ he was the⁠ one who cut‍‍ the supply route‍​ of Absilon…?”

“At‌ least, that’s the​​ conclusion of the‍‍ Imperial Guard.”

The⁠ Count’s expression was⁠‍ filled with disbelief,‌​ but all the‌​‍ information he was​⁠‌ hearing came from​‍ sources he had​‍‍ personally distributed.

“…I‍ was looking the‌ other way for⁠‍ a while, and‍ things like this‍⁠ happened in the‍‌‍ north.”

The⁠​ reason why Count⁠⁠‌ Arnstein had not⁠‍ been able to‍​⁠ recognize Vlad’s identity‌‌ until now might‍​ not have been​‌‌ simple ignorance.

Meanwhile,​ the Count had⁠​ been working hard​ to understand the⁠‍ trends in the‍‍​ central region for⁠ his future survival⁠‌ and for the⁠‌‌ fierce internal struggle​‌‌ within the imperial​‌‍ family.

However,​​ in the northern​ country, which he‍ had been ignoring‌‍​ for so long,‍​‍ a variable was‍⁠ gaining strength that⁠⁠ even he would‌ find difficult to‍‌ ignore.

“…This‍‍ doesn’t make sense.”‍‍‌

After‌‍‍ thinking for a while, the Count‌​‌ crumpled the paper‍‌​ he was writing‌​​ on and threw​ it into the⁠‌‍ fire beside him.⁠​‌

Pablo,⁠⁠‍ who had been⁠⁠ observing the Count​ for a long‍⁠‍ time, was well⁠‍​ aware that his​‌ current behavior, which⁠‍ was like a habit, was not​‍ something that arose‍ easily.

“What‍ do you think?​ You saw him‌‍⁠ in person.”

Count​⁠⁠ Arnstein, rising from​‍ his creaking chair,‌​‌ walked to the‍‍‌ window to look⁠‍ outside.

“Vlad‍ of Soara. Weren’t⁠ you the one​ who saw the‍ beginning of his​ potential first?”

Having‍ finished analyzing the​ objective data, it‍⁠⁠ was now time⁠‌ to hear subjective​‌ opinions.

And‍⁠ now, next to⁠‌ the Count, there‍​ was a knight⁠ who could clearly‍ express that opinion.‍⁠

“…I‍​⁠ expected nothing, but‌ his light was‍‍ very welcome.”

Pablo‌⁠‌ of Arnstein.

A knight who preached⁠​ the rules of​‍ the sword master‍‌ to Vlad, who‍ was just an​‌‌ alley boy.

Pablo⁠ touched the shield​​​ he always carried‌⁠‌ and opened his​⁠​ mouth.

“A‌⁠‍ light that did‌​⁠ not shame me‌⁠‍ to draw my‍‌⁠ shield.”

“Really?”​

A slight smile began​⁠‍ to appear on⁠ the Count’s face⁠⁠​ after hearing Pablo’s‍‌‍ response.

A point, which was‌⁠​ just a slight​ possibility, suddenly turned​ into a line,‍ drawing a picture​⁠ before his eyes.‍

“Prepare‍​⁠ a magical telegram.⁠ I will inform⁠‍ the Court Prince​‍‌ directly.”

Although⁠‍​ his mansion looked‍ wrecked under the‍ sunlight, the Count⁠‌⁠ showed no discontent.‍

Considering‍‌​ what he had‍​‍ gained, he felt​‍ the cost had​ been worth it.⁠‌

***⁠‍​

At‌​ night, when everyone​ slept, a shadow​⁠⁠ moved through the⁠​‌ Arnstein mansion.

It‌ was a very⁠‌ slow movement, but⁠ each step of‍‍ the finger was‌‍ a sharp motion,‍‌ and every exhaled​​‍ breath was filled‌‌​ with the fine​​‍ sound that only⁠⁠ a well-trained person‍⁠ can exhale.

“…”​

A shadow traverses the‌⁠ corridors, passing by⁠‌ the rooms of​​ the sleeping servants,‌​ avoiding the gazes⁠ of the guards,⁠​‌ and reaching its​⁠ target.

Click-‌

The‌​‌ shadow, carefully muffling‌ even the noise⁠ of the hinges,‌‌⁠ silently entered a room bathed in‍‍ moonlight.

Thump!​​⁠

“…It’s⁠‌ a piece.”

A sword was visible‍‌ to his eyes.​

Although‍ it was wrapped‌​‌ in a silvery‍⁠ wave, his pounding⁠‍ heart confirmed that‍​‌ it was, without‌‍‍ a doubt, a dragon piece.

“That’s‍​​ it. That’s all⁠‍ I need.”

His‌‍⁠ fingers were pale‌‌‌ and wrinkled from​ blood loss.

However,​‌ the desire in​ his fingers burned⁠‍ intensely, and the⁠ aged Radu Dragulia‌ displayed a burning‌‍ thirst for the⁠​ dragon-slaying sword now⁠‍‍ visible in front‍​ of him.

One​​‌ step, one step.‌‍

Each⁠ step toward it‍⁠ quickened his heart.⁠​⁠ Even though his​‌ father had robbed‍ him of all‍ chances, with that,⁠​​ he could become​ a dragon again.‌​‍

“What⁠⁠ are you doing?”​⁠

“…!”​

But,‌ no matter how​‌​ anxious his soul​⁠ was, he could⁠ not ignore the‍‌ voice coming from‌⁠ his side.

The​ blue eyes looking⁠​⁠ at him at⁠⁠​ that moment were​ exactly like his‍⁠ father’s, whom he‌ feared so much.‌‌‌

“There​‍‌ was a man‍⁠​ named Burleigh, who‌⁠ always touched my‍ things.”

The​‌‌ moonlight shining through⁠‍ the window glistened‌ against the blonde‍‍⁠ hair that slowly​‍⁠ rose.

Radu​ trembled as Vlad’s⁠ shadow grew larger​ with each step,‌‌‌ and he simply​ walked across the​​ floor toward the⁠ door through which‌​‍ he had entered.‌⁠

“That​‍​ person used to⁠‌​ touch my things‍ like this. So,‌ do you know​⁠​ what I did?”​

Step‍‍ by step.

And⁠​‌ Radu, born as‌‍‌ a dragon, couldn’t​​​ help but feel‍‍ how big Vlad⁠⁠ was in front‍ of him.

“Va-Vlad‌‌‍ Aureo.”

A man standing alone​ in a mansion⁠​ where everyone slept.‍

The⁠ name of the​⁠ man standing with‌ his back to​⁠ the moonlight was⁠‍ Vlad Aureo, as⁠ Radu had just‍⁠ recited.

“I‍⁠ always ended up​ stabbing him. Kleptomania⁠‌ is only cured‍‌⁠ by death.”

Kwaaang-!⁠‍‌

In‍ the quiet early⁠‍‌ morning, there was⁠ a sound that​‌⁠ woke everyone in‍‍⁠ the mansion.

The​ sound was loud⁠⁠ enough to scare‌‌ even the sleeping‌⁠ servants and guards.⁠⁠

“What​ the hell are‍‍⁠ you doing, you​⁠ damn thief? Stop⁠⁠ touching what isn’t‍‍‍ yours!”

“Let​‍ me go, let​​‌ me go…!”

Nibelun‍ and Pedro, who‍‌‌ were in the⁠⁠⁠ adjacent room, also⁠ jumped at the‌‌‍ loud noise.

Nibelun,​‍⁠ recognizing Vlad in‍ the hallway he‌⁠‍ ran through, raised‌​ his hand in​​​ greeting, but Pedro,​⁠ who had worked‍⁠‌ harder, was only⁠‍‌ shocked to see⁠ Radu rolling on‌ the ground.

“Idiot!‍‌ He’s the witness⁠⁠⁠ we worked so​ hard to get,‌⁠‍ and you’re beating‍⁠ him up!”

“Let⁠​‍ me go! I’m‌‍​ going to cure‍‌‌ that disease of​⁠ his right now!”​‍

“Damn⁠‌‌ lunatic! Why are‍​​ you doing this‌‌⁠ as soon as​⁠⁠ you wake up?”​​

Woooooong-⁠

Vlad’s‍⁠ sword wailed in‍​​ an empty room.​

Looking‌ at the two⁠‍‍ dragons rolling miserably⁠ outside.

However,‍⁠ the reason why‌ the sound was‌‍‌ filled with joy‌​‌ was probably because‍​ its owner had⁠ finally woken from⁠​⁠ his slumber.

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