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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 232: Dragons with Collars (1)

Chapter 232: Dragons with Collars (1)

Under⁠‌ the World Tree⁠ with its fluttering⁠ red maple leaves,⁠‍ Kihano silently watched‌​‍ Vlad, who sat⁠‍‍ with his head​ buried in his‍⁠ knees.

This‍ was because Vlad’s‍​ image in that⁠⁠⁠ posture reminded Kihano‌​ of his own​‌ past when he‌‍​ had also sought​ refuge in another’s‌ world, silent and‌⁠‌ full of despair.​​‍

[…It‌​‌ seems there is​⁠ a dragon fragment‍‍‌ embedded in Frausen’s‌ heart.]

It⁠‌​ wasn’t easy for​⁠⁠ Kihano to start‌ speaking, but seeing‍‍‌ Vlad in a condition that didn’t⁠‍ seem to improve‍​‌ soon, he decided⁠ to do so.‌

Although⁠ it wasn’t the​⁠ right path, he​​ understood the weight⁠‌⁠ of the worries‌​‍ Vlad carried with‍​‌ him.

[If⁠ you manage to​‌ stop that fragment,‌ even for a moment, Frausen will⁠‍‌ also close his⁠ eyes.]

The​⁠ founding king and⁠ master of swords.⁠

Although‌‌⁠ Frausen returned to​‌ life in a pitiful manner, he‍⁠​ was like an‌‍ insurmountable wall for⁠‌​ Vlad.

Kihano‍⁠​ knew that to‍‌ overcome Frausen, Vlad​ would have to‌‌​ stop following only‌‌ the conventional path.‍

“How⁠‍‌ do I do‍⁠‌ that?”

[You⁠⁠‌ must fracture your​​ own world.]

Not⁠‍⁠ the revived Master⁠⁠ of the Sword,​‌ but the dragon​⁠​ fragment he carries.‌⁠⁠

It‌ was also a method that only⁠​‌ Kihano, who had‍ already experienced destructive‌‍ perfection, could suggest.‍​​

[Use‌⁠⁠ the fractures in‌‌ your world to‍‍‍ create a crack​ in the perfection‍ of the fragment.]​

Vlad⁠⁠ slowly lifted his⁠‌ head when he​ heard Kihano’s voice‌⁠​ sound different than​​ usual.

Kihano‌‌ was like a beacon for Vlad,‍‍​ always showing him‌⁠‍ the right path,​‍⁠ but today he‌ shone fiercely.

[…To⁠​ harm another’s world,​​ you must also⁠​‌ be prepared to​ be hurt.]

Kihano’s⁠‍ eyes, when they‌​ met Vlad’s, reflected‌ a deep sadness.​

The‌⁠‌ depth of the‌ sadness that Vlad​ could not dare​‍‌ to understand came⁠​ from memories of‍‌ long ago and‌‍‍ was also directed‌ at the young​​‍ knight who now‍‍ had to navigate​​‍ the harsh reality.⁠

[Knight‌​‌ Vlad, are you‍⁠ prepared to endure⁠ wounds to do‍ what you must?]⁠⁠

The‌⁠⁠ most wounded being​‍ in the world⁠ was asking the⁠⁠ question, addressing the⁠⁠⁠ one who would​‌‍ succeed him in‌​ that pain.

‘How⁠⁠⁠ do you see‍ me now?’

In⁠⁠ Vlad’s long silence,⁠‍ Kihano remembered the‌ most perfect of‍ the dragons he​‌ had faced in​ the past.

The‌ most perfect dragon,⁠ who could become‍‌ anything because he⁠⁠ was a brilliant​‌⁠ possibility, was a being who didn’t⁠​⁠ know what he‍ wanted to become⁠​‍ until the moment‍ of his death.⁠

“…You⁠⁠​ don’t need to‍ worry so much​ about me, Kihano.”⁠‌‌

But‌​⁠ Vlad’s response, after​⁠‌ that silence, was‍ different from back‌ then.

“I⁠‍‍ already swore I would do whatever‌‍‍ it takes.”

Although‍‌‍ born from the‍ same origin, Vlad’s‍​‌ answer was entirely⁠⁠​ different.

Hearing⁠ it, Kihano could‍ confirm that the​‍‌ choice he had​ made in the‍‍‍ past had not⁠ been wrong.

Unlike​​ the most perfect⁠ dragon from back​ then, Vlad, who‍ was now in‍​ front of Kihano,‍ was a man‌​‌ who clearly knew‌⁠​ who he was.‌​

***​‍

“Get‌ out of the‍ way!”

“Guards,​ open the gates!”‌

While‍​ Vlad and the⁠‍​ Great Mother were‌‍‌ facing off, the⁠‍‌ walls of the‍ city of Namarka‍‌ resounded with the‌ deafening sound of‍ hooves.

It‌‌ was the sound⁠​ of what seemed​ to be about‍⁠ fifteen galloping horses.​‍⁠

However,​‍ the guards who⁠‍‍ were supposed to‌‌ guard the gate‍ did not stop⁠‍ the running horses‍ but hurriedly took‍‍ cover when they‍‌‍ saw the flag​​ ahead of them.‌

“Dragonslayer​ knights?”

“Why​ are they here…?”⁠‍

A city without a proper owner and,‌​‍ therefore, without anyone‍‍‍ to take responsibility.‍​

There‌⁠ were flags running‌​ toward the city‍​ without hesitation.

The​⁠ flag, which was​ hoisted with a fierce force that​​​ seemed as if‍⁠​ it would cut‍‍‌ anyone in front‌‍‌ of it, had‍‍⁠ a long line‍‍​ drawn dividing the‌‍​ dragon’s neck.

“Where​ are you, Vlad?”‌‍

Mirshea’s‍ blue eyes shone‌​⁠ as he looked⁠ at the city⁠‍ he had just‍⁠‌ entered.

This⁠ was because the‌​ presence of Vlad,‍ whom he could‌​ feel clearly because​ he was close,‌⁠ made his heart​⁠‌ race.

“…Over​​‌ there.”

Although⁠ not as powerful‌‌⁠ as his father,‌ the dragon duke,​‌​ Mirshea had inherited​​​ the Dragulia blood​​ and had been‍ trained as the​ legitimate heir.

Mirshea,⁠ who was exploring‍​ the dragon’s world⁠⁠​ with his left‍ eye closed, could⁠ see a golden‌‍‍ world waving from⁠‌‍ the end of‌‌‍ an alley in‍​⁠ the distance.

“You‌ keep staying in‌‍ places you don’t‌‌⁠ belong, Vlad.”

Although⁠ his blood was‌⁠ noble and the​ light he emitted⁠ was bright, his‌ younger brother was​‌⁠ still trapped in‍‍‌ a pitiful place.‌⁠

Although​ Vlad was an‍‍ opponent he had‌ to face, Mirshea‌‌ disliked seeing him‍ in those places‌ and frowned as⁠⁠⁠ he took the‌ reins of his‍‍ horse.

“Let’s⁠​‌ go.”

“Yes,​​ commander.”

The‌‍​ last refuge of⁠ the Ruga tribe,⁠​​ which had wandered⁠⁠ restlessly for so‍⁠ long, was now⁠​‌ under the shadow​ of a dragon​‍‍ flag, ominously waving⁠‍ as they advanced.​​⁠

Like​⁠ the eyes of‍ Mirshea, who now​​ leads the Dragonslayer‍‌ Knights and moves⁠⁠ forward.

***‌‌

“Great‌ Mother!”

There⁠ was an urgent⁠⁠​ voice that broke‌ the cold air⁠‍ in the room.‍​

The‌ atmosphere in the‌ open room was​⁠ not friendly enough‍ for anyone to‍​‍ be easily disturbed,⁠‌ but it didn’t‍‌‌ matter to the⁠ beastman who had​‌‌ just entered.

“It’s‌​⁠ the Dragonslayer Knights!⁠ They’re coming this‍⁠⁠ way!”

“…”‍‍

The‌​ Great Mother of​ the Ruga tribe,‌‌⁠ who had discovered⁠‌‍ the nature of‍​‍ Vlad and the‌ spirit of Kihano⁠‌ he harbored, lowered‍ her pipe upon‍‍​ hearing the ominous‌ news.

“In‌ the end, it⁠⁠ has happened.”

The‌ Great Mother’s eyes⁠ were calm as‍⁠‌ she looked at‍‌​ Vlad.

Although⁠​‍ she had recognized‍‍ Vlad’s strange nature,‌​ dragons had always⁠ been harbingers of‌ destruction for them.‍

“They‍​ always end up​​ trampling our home.⁠‌‍ In the old⁠‍⁠ days, and now‍‌​ too.”

“…”⁠⁠

Although⁠ there are countless‌‍ possibilities of having‌‌‌ been trampled by⁠⁠‌ dragons, probably no​⁠​ one has suffered​‌‌ as cruelly as​⁠​ the beastmen who​⁠ lost their home⁠⁠ and were forced⁠ to sink into‌‍⁠ the sea.

Perhaps‍‍⁠ it was that⁠ grudge that led​‌‌ them to deliver⁠ that curse to⁠ a master swordsman.⁠‌

“I​⁠ am not like​‍​ those outside. I…”​‍​

“No⁠‍ matter how much‌ you explain, I don’t know you.”⁠‍​

The‍​⁠ cries outside grew⁠⁠‍ louder.

The⁠‌ shouts from outside‌​ increased in volume.‌‍‍ They were the‍‍‌ cries of the⁠‍‍ beastmen, confused and‌‌⁠ terrified by the‍‍ sudden incursion of⁠⁠ an unstoppable force.‍‌​

“Give‌ me your dagger.”‍⁠⁠

“My⁠‌​ dagger? Why all‍‍ of a sudden…?”‌‍‌

No‍​ matter how different‍ he was, to‍ the Great Mother​ of the Ruga​‌ family, Vlad’s face⁠​⁠ in front of‌⁠ her was just⁠‍⁠ a dragon.

He‌ wasn’t an ordinary​ dragon but a remnant of innate‍​ blood, and the‍​ remnant of the‍ most perfect dragon⁠⁠ was the Vlad​ that the Great‍​‌ Mother identified.

However,​‍ the situation they‌​ found themselves in‍ was urgent, and⁠‍​ there was nowhere⁠‌⁠ to ask for‌‍‌ help, so the⁠​​ Great Mother of​ the Ruga family‌‍⁠ had to make‍ a decision.

“If⁠​​ you want to‍ prove to me‌​ that you are⁠ different and obtain‍ the dragon-slaying engraving,‌⁠ you must do‍‌ it quickly.”

With‍ those words, the⁠​‌ Great Mother of‍‍‌ the Ruga tribe⁠⁠‌ pulled a large⁠​ feather from her⁠‍‌ headdress and began​ to dip it‌ into the bucket⁠‍​ of black dye‍ beside her.

It‍⁠ seemed to be‍ some kind of‍ mystical technique that‍ made the once⁠​ beautiful feathers turn⁠​‌ completely black despite‍⁠ only being lightly​ dipped.

“Dragons‍‌​ are greedy creatures​‌ who never let​ go of what​ they take. Because​​​ through what they‍‌‍ accumulate, they try⁠‌ to reach perfection.”​

The‍‌ Great Mother began⁠‌‌ to draw something​⁠ on Vlad’s dagger​⁠⁠ with the feather​‍‍ dyed black.

Although‍‌‌ it was only‌ an image painted‌‌ with ink, on‌‍​ Jorge’s dagger, the‍​‍ image was marked​‌ as a solid​‌ engraving.

“But‍ if you say‌‌ you are different,​⁠‌ prove it to‌ me with this.”⁠

A black-toned engraving was‌⁠​ already inscribed on‍ Jorge’s dagger, which‌ was finally drawn​ in the midst‌⁠ of the urgent‌ shouts coming from⁠⁠ outside.

Although‍​‍ it was only⁠‌ drawn on the‌‌‌ surface, the engraving⁠​ was firmly established⁠‍ as if hammered‌ in and took⁠ the form of​ a jagged rope.⁠

“Let’s⁠⁠‌ see if you‌⁠ really are different​‍‌ from the other‍ dragons.”

“…”⁠

Vlad,‌‍‍ who received the‍​ dagger, didn’t say⁠​​ much, but he⁠‌⁠ seemed to know​‌ what the Great‌​ Mother of the‍‍ Ruga family wanted⁠ from him.

Dragons‍‌ are beings who‍⁠ only possess and⁠⁠ never share.

But​​ the Great Mother‌​ was telling him⁠​​ that to prove​‍⁠ his sincerity, he​ had to suppress⁠‍ even his dragon‌ instincts.

***⁠‌​

“Ugh…”​​⁠

Radu,⁠‌​ sitting in the⁠⁠ prison cell, shivered⁠ from the sudden‌ chill he felt.‍

Even‌ his face was‍​‌ turning completely white,​⁠ making it clear​​ to anyone that​‍​ his condition was⁠ unusual.

“What’s‌ wrong with you?‌‍ Have you caught‌ a cold?”

“He’s‍⁠‍ here… He’s here.”‍‍‍

Pedro,​‍⁠ who was next‌​‌ to him, approached⁠​ Radu, who was​⁠‌ trembling, but the‍​⁠ source of his‍ chills wasn’t illness⁠​‍ but pure fear.‌

“He’s‌ close, Mirshea, Mirshea‌ has arrived.”

“…!”​‌​

The⁠ son of Dragulia,‌ the one closest‌ to the dragon‍‍ duke in blood‍​​ purity.

No‌ matter how weakened‌⁠​ he was, Radu‍ could feel Mirshea’s‌ presence because he‍‍ too was a dragon.

However,‌⁠ his ever-imminent presence‌‍⁠ was like a death sentence for⁠ Radu.

“We‌​‍ need to get⁠⁠⁠ out of here,⁠ right now…”

“Guards!”‌

Recognizing⁠ the gravity of‌⁠‍ the situation, Pedro‌ called out to​‌ the guards outside‌​ the prison, but​ all he received⁠‍‌ was an empty‍​‍ silence.

The​⁠‍ guards were so‌​ desperate that they⁠​ ran away without⁠⁠‍ leaving a single​ person behind, so⁠⁠‍ the only ones‌ left in the⁠ prison now were‌ Pedro and Radu,​​ who were separated‌ from each other.⁠‌⁠

“Vlad!⁠‌‌ We’re here!”

However,‌‌ as if Pedro’s‌⁠ shout hadn’t been⁠‌ in vain, there⁠⁠‌ were people running‍ from the darkness⁠⁠ beyond the torchlight.‍

Seeing‌​ those familiar shadows,‌ Pedro waved his​⁠‌ hand, signaling, “We’re​‌ here.”

“Do‍ you have the‍‍​ key?”

“If‍‌⁠ we had it,‍ do you think​‍⁠ we’d be locked⁠⁠⁠ up in here?”​‌⁠

“Then⁠​ step back.”

Crack!⁠​

Pedro‌​ was annoyed by‌⁠ Vlad’s stupid question,‍ but when he‍ saw the bars​⁠​ fall away due⁠⁠ to the rainwater,⁠ he had no‍‌​ choice but to‌‍​ keep his mouth‌ shut.

No‌‌ matter how rusty‌‍‌ the bars were,‌⁠‍ facing Vlad’s sword,​ which was being‌​‌ swung, seemed like​‌ a piece of⁠‍ cake.

“Get​‌​ up.”

“Argh!”​

Vlad⁠ entered the prison‌ and firmly grabbed⁠‌ Radu, who was​‌‌ still trembling, saying‍ that Mirshea had⁠⁠ arrived.

Radu,​‍ who was old​‍ and weakened, had​ no choice but‍‌​ to be dragged⁠​ by Vlad’s brute⁠ strength.

“You‍⁠ said this happened​​‍ because your blood‌ was drained, right?”​

“Yes,⁠ that’s true.”

Vlad’s‌⁠ blue eyes glowed‌‌ as he looked⁠ at Radu.

The‍ look in Vlad’s‍​ eyes, which Radu​⁠‍ could feel as⁠ if he were​⁠ a dragon, slowly⁠‌ began to push‌ away the shards‍​‍ of fear that‌ had settled in‍​​ Radu’s soul.

“Then‍‌‌ how can you​ rejuvenate?”

“What?”⁠‍

“Get⁠‌‍ them into the⁠⁠‌ alleys!”

“First⁠⁠ secure the Great​​‌ Mother!”

The‌‍‌ shouts coming from‌‌⁠ outside the prison‍ were growing louder.​‍

It⁠⁠ meant that the‍ Dragonslayer Knights were‌​⁠ now close enough⁠ to be recognized‍⁠ just by the‍⁠​ sound they made,⁠ and it also⁠⁠ meant that Vlad‌ didn’t have much⁠‌ time left.

“Do‍ you just need​ more blood to​‌⁠ rejuvenate? Could you‌​ then face the‍‍ other knights?”

“…”‌‌‍

“Then,⁠ even if you⁠⁠‍ face Mirshea, can​‌‍ you stop the​⁠‌ other knights?”

Radu​⁠‍ Dragullia.

A half-bastard who inherited​‍‌ blue eyes but‍​​ not the bright⁠ blond hair.

Although‌ he has now‍‌⁠ lost all his​⁠ potential to his‍‌ father, he also⁠ had a brilliant​ time as a knight.

“Of‍‍​ course. In my‍⁠ day, only my⁠ father and Mirshea⁠⁠‌ could stop me‍​‍ within the Dragonslayer​⁠ Knights!”

Even‌‌ though he was⁠⁠ arrogant, Radu seemed‍​‍ to have returned​ to his normal​ state. Seeing Vlad’s​‌⁠ provocation, a smile​⁠ appeared on Vlad’s⁠⁠⁠ face for a moment.

However,​⁠ despite the smile,‌‌ a deep wound​ opened on Vlad’s​‌‌ hand.

“Don’t⁠‌ forget why I’m‌​ giving you this⁠​‍ blood.”

“…!”‌

Drops⁠‌​ of blood fell⁠‌ along the dagger‍​‌ with a strange⁠‌ engraving onto the‍ prison floor.

Radu’s​ eyes began to‌⁠ turn red as​‍⁠ he recognized the​⁠ potential of the‌⁠ dragon shining brightly⁠​‌ within him.

Thick‌ dragon blood that​‍⁠ you can’t obtain‍‌ even if you‌⁠‍ kill dozens of⁠ dragons.

The​‍ blood now dripped​ slowly, tempting Radu.​

“You‌​​ will help me‍ stop the Dragonslayer‌‍‌ Knights.”

“Ugh!‌‌‌ Slurp!”

Desperate‌‍⁠ for every drop,​​⁠ Radu opened his‍ mouth and drank.‍

With​ each gulp, he‍​ felt his power‍⁠ and potential as​‍⁠ a dragon return,​⁠ reminding him of⁠​ his true nature.⁠​

“Graah!”‍‍

As‍‌ he swallowed the‍ blood, his fangs⁠ lengthened, and his‌‌‍ muscles began to‌‍⁠ swell.

Additionally,​‌ strange marks started⁠‌​ to appear around‌‍‍ his neck, slowly‍ spreading as he‌ drank Vlad’s blood.‌

“Wow.”​

Pedro⁠‌ was speechless for‍‌ a moment as⁠ he watched Vlad‍​ share his potential⁠‌ and Radu receive‌⁠ it eagerly.

And​‍‍ through his vision,‍‌ he began to‍ see strange engravings‍⁠ slowly spreading around‌‍‌ Radu’s neck.

The​ marks were slowly‍‌⁠ extending in black​ around Radu’s neck,​‌​ like a collar​‍‍ of thorns.

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