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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 230: City of Outlaws (2)

Chapter 230: City of Outlaws (2)

Namarka⁠⁠​ City.

A place where there⁠‌‍ is no rightful⁠‍ or legitimate owner,‍⁠​ and only anarchy‌⁠‌ prevails.

However,⁠⁠ the order in‌⁠ the chaos that‌ was spontaneously created⁠​ despite no one‌ being in control‌ felt distinctly familiar‍‍ to Vlad.

“…You‍ have many siblings,‍‍​ don’t you?”

Perhaps‍ because of this,‌ Vlad had let‌‌ his guard down‍‌​ for a moment.​

He‌​ had assumed that⁠​⁠ the alleys of​ Namarka would function⁠ the same way‍ as those in⁠‍ which he was‍‌​ born.

But,‍​‍ although something might‌ seem similar on‍‌​ the surface, in​‌ reality, there were​ no two things‌ in the world​ that were identical.‍‍

“Most‌‍‍ beastmen form matriarchal⁠⁠ societies. So, the‌⁠​ tribe’s children are,‍‌‍ in a sense,‍‌ everyone’s children.”

He⁠‌​ felt he would⁠​⁠ have known this​ even without Nibelun’s‌‌ explanation behind him.‌

Before‍ he realized it,⁠⁠​ countless beastmen had‌​‍ lined up behind‌ the young pickpocket.‌⁠‌

The​‍​ current situation, where‍ nearly a hundred‌​ people had come⁠ out for the‌ sake of a single young pickpocket,​⁠‍ was a spectacle‌ that could never‍⁠‍ have been imagined‍ in the alleys⁠‌‍ of Soara.

“…The‍ expression ‘everyone’s child’‍‌​ sounds nice.”

But‍ it would have‌ been better if⁠⁠‍ he had known‌‍‍ beforehand.

Feeling​ the atmosphere growing‍ increasingly fierce, Vlad‌⁠ raised his hands‌⁠‌ and smiled awkwardly.⁠​⁠

“It‍ wasn’t my intention​‌ to scare the​‍ child. In fact,‍‌‍ I came here‌⁠‍ recommended by Dorothea…”​‍

You‍⁠⁠ should never surprise‍⁠ these people.

With‍ that mindset, Vlad⁠​‌ even mentioned Dorothea’s​‍ name, but the⁠‌​ only response was​​ the increasingly sharp‍ eyes of the‌⁠​ Ruga men.

“…It⁠ seems Dorothea made⁠‍​ some kind of​​‍ mistake, right?”

A child of the‌ tribe is everyone’s⁠ child.

But‌‌​ Vlad had not⁠⁠​ imagined that if⁠⁠​ there was a child alone outside,​​‌ there was probably‍‌‌ a reason behind‌‌​ it.

***⁠⁠​

The⁠ sword was not‍‍ taken away.

But‌⁠ that didn’t mean‌​⁠ he was separated⁠ from his companions.‌​

Yet,​ being locked up‍‍ behind bars was‌⁠‌ still unpleasant.

“From⁠ the beginning, you‌⁠‍ never intended to‍‌ go north, did​​​ you?”

“…”⁠

“Crafty⁠​⁠ bastard. You planned⁠ to do it⁠‍ all on your‌​‍ own from the⁠ start.”

Pedro,‍‍ who had been​‍ imprisoned in the​‍ Ruga family’s jail‌ thanks to Vlad’s‌‍ unexpected actions, spat⁠‍‌ dryly as if⁠‌‌ he finally understood​‌⁠ the situation.

“Damned‌ brat. Things that‍​‍ go against the⁠ norm inevitably end‍ badly somewhere.”

Pedro’s‍ anger at being‍ deceived by Vlad‍‍ and unable to‌‌‌ head to his⁠⁠ intended destination was⁠ justified.

However,​ the reason he‍⁠⁠ couldn’t be more​⁠ insensitive was that‍‌ he somewhat sympathized⁠​ with Vlad’s motive‍​​ for making this‍‌ decision.

“I⁠‌‍ had no other‍‌ choice. I needed⁠ Radu.”

Vlad⁠ spoke while looking‌⁠ at Radu squatting⁠‌ right in front​‌ of him.

Radu​​⁠ must have lost‌‍​ his strength and‌⁠ fell asleep even​​ while being locked‍⁠​ up.

As​⁠ a member of⁠‌‌ Dragulia and a confidant of the‍ Dragon Blood Duke,​‍ he was clearly​ an important witness‌ and informant, but‌⁠ honestly, it was⁠‌ doubtful that the‍​⁠ Northern Alliance would⁠​​ really use him‍⁠​ as a clue‌ to catch the⁠⁠‌ evil beings.

“They‌⁠ would most likely⁠‌ use him as​ a tool against⁠‌ the dragon duke‍‌ rather than seeking⁠ the black-clad woman.‌⁠​ Now that war‌ is looming.”

To​‌ gain profit instead‌⁠ of a greater⁠ good.

The‌‌ nobles, with their‍​‌ cold blue blood,​ always prioritized interests​⁠⁠ over principles. To​‌​ them, the hordes‌ of corrupt beings,‌ like a natural⁠‌ disaster, were a secondary concern compared‍⁠ to the imminent‌‌ threat of the‍‍ dragon duke.

“If‍‍‌ we send Radu‌ to the Northern‌​ Alliance now, the‍‍​ investigation into Ramashthu‌​‌ won’t begin until‍ after the war.”​

Even‌​‌ Count Arnstein, who​‍‌ had been directly⁠ attacked, was anxious​ about the movements‌‌‍ of the lords‍⁠‌ beside him rather‌ than pursuing Ramashthu’s‍ group.

The​‍ count, who was‍ the leader of‍⁠⁠ the court faction,‌ was completely focused‍​ on the impending‍‌​ war, making it‌‌ predictable that the​ iron duke, who‌ was willing to‍‍‍ confront the central‍​​ forces, would prioritize​ the same.

“Vlad‌ Aureo.”

Clang!⁠

Suddenly,‌ a loud sound⁠‍ resonated, striking the‍ rusty cell bars.⁠⁠

Vlad‌ turned his head‍​ to see a Ruga tribesman watching‍ him from outside.‌⁠

“Get⁠⁠ up. The Great⁠‍​ Mother wants to​ see you.”

His‍ manner was rude​‌ and his tone‌‍‌ curt, but Vlad​⁠‌ paid no attention​ to such insignificant‌⁠‍ details.

The​‌‌ only thing that⁠‍⁠ mattered was the⁠ mention of the⁠​‍ Great Mother.

Although​ his path had​​​ taken a great‍ detour, the meeting‍‌‌ he had sought‍ would finally take‍⁠ place.

“And‌​ you too.”

“Me?”‍‍

But⁠ the Ruga tribesman⁠ didn’t just call⁠‌⁠ Vlad.

Nibelun,‍ who had been‍ sitting quietly beside‌​ him, was also​⁠ summoned.

“Why​​ me?”

“If⁠‍ they tell you‌​‌ to come out,​‍ come out. Don’t⁠​ talk so much.”‌

“…I‌‌⁠ was just asking‌‍‍ why.”

Vlad​​ and Nibelun, pushed⁠​‌ to leave the⁠​⁠ prison, were escorted‍ through the bustling​ alleys to a place where the⁠ Great Mother awaited⁠⁠‍ them. It seemed​ the place where‍​⁠ they were held​⁠​ was far from​⁠ the Great Mother’s​‍‍ home.

‘It‌ seems we’re farther‍​ south than before.’‍

Vlad​‍‍ lifted his head⁠​​ and saw the⁠‍ fragmented sky above​ the densely packed⁠ buildings.

After‌⁠ checking the sun’s⁠‌ position he glimpsed,⁠‍ Vlad followed his‌ old habit and‍ figured out the​‌​ distance from where⁠​⁠ he originally was.‌

“Enter.”‍

“…Hmm.”‌

When⁠ they arrived, they‍‌ found a house⁠ built in a style Vlad had​​ never seen before.⁠‌

Like​‌​ the surrounding buildings,⁠‌‍ it had nothing‌‌ special, but it‍⁠⁠ was raised above⁠‍ the ground, a construction not seen‍‌​ in the north.‌

“It’s‌‌⁠ built like this⁠​⁠ to avoid insects⁠‌ or snakes.”

“Insects?”‌

“In‌​‍ the southern jungles,‌‍ there are many​ poisonous insects.”

Although‍‍ they were no⁠ longer in their‍⁠ place of origin,‍ the influence of‌‌⁠ their roots was‌ hard to erase.​‌⁠

Vlad⁠​⁠ wasn’t familiar with​‌​ the customs of‌‌⁠ the beastmen, which​ seemed more unfamiliar⁠ the more he‍⁠ listened to the⁠‌​ explanation, but that​⁠ was only possible​ when there was‍ no spear tip‍‍​ poking into his​​‌ back.

“What⁠​ a welcome.”

“This⁠⁠‍ doesn’t seem like⁠‍ a welcome but‍‍​ more like a kidnapping.”

Forced⁠ to enter, Vlad⁠⁠‍ climbed the rustic‌ stairs and lifted​‍​ the wide leaf​‍ that served as​ a door, finding‌​‍ inside an air‍​‌ thick with smoke.​‌‌

“…”⁠‍

“Come‍⁠ in quickly. Don’t‍⁠ let the smoke⁠ I worked so‌⁠⁠ hard to create​‌‍ escape.”

The⁠ smoke was so‌⁠‌ dense it was‌⁠ impossible to see⁠ directly ahead.

There‌ was a faint‌‌ smell of cigarettes‍ mixed with the​‍ lingering odor at⁠ the tip of​‌ his nose, but‍ cigarette smoke alone‍‌‌ couldn’t have reached​‍⁠ this far.

“You‍​ say you came‍⁠ recommended by Dorothea?”​‌​

In​ the midst of‌ the smoke sat⁠​‍ an old woman.‍⁠​

Wearing⁠‍‌ a large bird‌‍‍ feather in the​​ center of her‍​⁠ head, she forcefully​⁠ lifted her eyelids,​⁠‌ which had sunk‍‍ with time, and​ looked at the‌ unknown guest from​ the north.

“It‍ wasn’t exactly a recommendation…”

“That⁠⁠‌ damned girl. She⁠ left making noise‍‍ and now sends‌‌ an even more‍ ominous visitor.”

“We​‍ didn’t know each‌ other that well.”⁠⁠⁠

Although‌​ her voice was​ hoarse, like that‍‌‍ of any old‍​ woman, the echo⁠ in her words⁠‌ didn’t go unnoticed.‌‍‍

Vlad,‌ who relied on‌ his own world,‍ might not have‌⁠ known, but Nibelun,​ who shared the‌ same mystery, could​ sense how great‍ the mystery of⁠‌ the old woman‌⁠ before him was.⁠‌

“In‌​⁠ fact, I’ve come‍‍‍ to ask for‍‌ something…”

“Don’t‍‌ speak.”

Vlad⁠​‌ was about to‌⁠ explain the purpose⁠‌ of his visit⁠⁠ here but swallowed‍​​ his words when⁠ he saw the⁠​​ old woman’s pipe‌ reach her lips.‍‌⁠

Although⁠‍ he didn’t open​ his mouth, the‌ old woman’s wrinkled‌ face was already⁠⁠‌ distorted, showing a clear expression of‍ discomfort.

“Since‍⁠ you came following⁠‌ the flow of‍ fate, I won’t⁠⁠​ throw you out,‌ but every breath‌​ you exhale is‍⁠ filled with poison.”‌⁠‍

After‍⁠‌ forcing Vlad to‍ be silent, the⁠⁠ old woman lowered‌‍ her head and​‍‍ looked at Nibelun,‌​ sitting beside him.​‍‌

“You,⁠‌ speak.”

“Me?”⁠

“Yes,‌‌​ you speak.”

The⁠⁠​ old woman took‌‍ up her pipe‍ again, and after‌‍‌ filling the bowl​ with tobacco, lit⁠ it.

“If⁠‍ the dragon speaks,⁠​‍ the dragon listens.​​‌ So you speak​​‌ in his place.”⁠

She⁠‍ blew—

“Before‍​ that dragon, from‍‌​ a distance, knows⁠‌​ where you are‌ going.”

A large cloud of‍​ smoke rose thin​ but dense from⁠ the old woman’s​ pipe.

It​​​ was just an⁠‌‍ exhalation, but before⁠‍​ he knew it,‍ a large puff​⁠‍ of cigarette smoke​​⁠ began to linger‍‍​ beside Vlad and‌​‌ envelop him tightly.‌​​

“…!”‍⁠

Like​‌‌ a thick, impenetrable⁠ fog.

In​‌⁠ the dense and​ silent mist that​ no one could‍​‌ notice, Vlad only‌‍ then could sense⁠ the faint gaze‌‍⁠ that followed him.⁠​⁠

Even​‌ now, the gaze‍‍ the old woman​ feared didn’t come⁠⁠⁠ from Vlad’s eyes,‌‍‍ but from the‍ dragon’s world he​ carried within him.⁠‍‌

***​

“It’s‍​ a mystery.”

The⁠ Dragulia mansion in​⁠‍ the capital Brigantes.⁠‌

The​‍ dragon duke Sarnus⁠ smiled nostalgically as​ he put down​⁠ the goblet he⁠ was holding.

“Those‌‌‌ damn cats. I should have burned‌ them all back​‍ then.”

Sarnus,​ recalling the distant⁠ past, hundreds of‌‍⁠ years later, clicked⁠‌‍ his tongue at‍ the mystery that​‌ had blocked him‌ once again, just‍ as before.

As‌ expected, instead of‍‌ simply sinking them,‍‌ he should have​⁠‍ pulled them out‌‌⁠ one by one‍‌ and cut off⁠ their heads.

“Is‍​⁠ anyone there?”

“Yes,⁠ Duke.”

“Go​​ and fetch the‍⁠ mage. I need‌‌ to contact Mirshea.”‌

Mirshea,​ who had been​ sent to catch​‍‌ the fugitive Radu,​ had said he⁠​ was now heading‌‍ north.

However,​ those he sought‌⁠​ had infiltrated right​ at his doorstep,​​ which made Sarnus‌ laugh at the⁠‍ audacity of the​ situation.

“…At​ last, I see​‌ you, my son.”‍‍‍

Unlike​ other worlds, the⁠⁠ original world of​ dragons is connected‍⁠‍ as one.

Because⁠⁠ all beings born‍ as dragons ultimately‍‌‍ direct their gaze⁠ toward the place‍​ where perfection resides.⁠‍‌

And‌‌ Sarnus, the oldest⁠‍⁠ dragon, was also‌‌⁠ the only dragon‍‍ who knew how​⁠ to utilize those‍ gazes.

“And‍ you too.”

Sarnus,​ waving his hands‌‌‍ as if he‌⁠⁠ were drunk, approached‌‍ the window holding⁠‌‌ the wine goblet⁠‌⁠ he had put‌ down.

The‍ darkness of the‌‌ capital began to⁠ fade as the‌⁠⁠ sun set in⁠​ the distance.

Sarnus,‌‌⁠ looking at the‌‍ approaching darkness with‌‌ one hand behind⁠​⁠ his back, spoke​‍⁠ to someone who‍‍​ wandered both in⁠⁠ the darkness and‌‌​ in the landscape‌ he was viewing‍ at that moment.​​‌

“No‍⁠​ matter how much‌‍ you try, it‍​ will be useless.​​ Because you are⁠‌ no longer a glorious master of‍ the sword.”

Through⁠‌⁠ the world of‍‌‍ dragons, Sarnus had⁠​‌ identified five fragments.​‍

Among⁠ them, there was⁠⁠‌ one piece that‌⁠​ was losing its‍ luster especially.

It​ was a piece​‍‍ held by a person who had‌ returned from the‍‌​ dead, and it‌ was also a piece held by⁠ an unworthy person‌ who could never​‌ again impose a prohibition.

“This‍ wine tastes good.”​⁠‌

Now‍ there is no‌ one who can​​ stop me or​​ impose anything on‌‌ me.

Confident‍‍ in his victory‍ thanks to the⁠‍ dragon fragments, Sarnus⁠ smiled with satisfaction‍‌ as he raised‍‌​ his goblet.

Although‌⁠ he no longer​‍ needed the wine,‌ the taste of‌‍‌ the freshly opened‌‌ barrel was an‍ irresistible temptation.

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