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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 235: The Best Guide (1)

Chapter 235: The Best Guide (1)

He‍ had lived alone‌‍ for almost 500‍ years.

He‍ witnessed with his‌⁠‍ own eyes the⁠ rise and fall‍ of the dragons⁠‍​ that ruled the​​‍ world, and he‍‌‍ also survived the‍⁠‌ humiliation of the⁠ new era of​‌ humans.

[Sarnus!​‌ Remember the vow‍​ you made to‌​ me!]

Survival​ itself is a test.

In​ a world where‌​ one either devours‌ or is devoured,‌ his very existence​ was proof that⁠ he had not​​​ been consumed by⁠ others.

Thus,‍‍‍ Sarnus, the oldest‍⁠ dragon who had‌‌ survived, had built‍⁠‌ a position that​‍⁠ no one else⁠​⁠ in the world‌⁠‍ could reach.

“A‌‌ vow?”

At‌‌‍ Kihano’s desperate cry,‌​ strange tattoos began⁠‍ to emerge on‌ Sarnus’s neck.

Sharp,⁠ black thorns sprouted⁠​⁠ and began to‍​⁠ slowly tighten around‍​ his neck, responding​‌​ to the will‍ of their master.‌⁠‍

“…Kihano?”⁠‌‌

Facing​ the ancient pact⁠‍‌ he so feared⁠ once again, Sarnus⁠‌‍ could not hide‌⁠ his confusion.

However,​‍ the surprise on‌‍‌ his face was‍ not due to‍ the collar that‌​ bound him, but⁠ because of the​​ blonde-haired knight standing‌‌ before him.

“Ah,⁠‌ I understand.”

The​‌‍ ancient pact, which​‍⁠ could only be⁠‍⁠ activated by spilled​ blood or inherited⁠⁠ will.

Through​ that vow, Sarnus‌​ had been loyal​‌ to the empire‍⁠ and had protected⁠‍ the imperial family​‌‍ for hundreds of​​ years.

“It‌​ was you. It⁠⁠ was you.”

Crunch!​⁠

But​‍​ now, Sarnus no‍ longer feared the⁠‌‌ vow he had‌ made.

Calmly,​​ he began to‍ tear off the⁠‌‍ thorns that threatened‌‌⁠ him.

“If‍‍​ it was you,⁠‌ then all of⁠ this makes sense.”‌

Recognizing‍‌​ Kihano within Vlad,​ Sarnus started to‍‌ laugh, finally understanding‌ the entire situation.​‌‍

A trace of the‌ most noble knight‌⁠​ residing in the‍‌ soul of a dragon.

Sarnus,‍ knowing what that‌ meant, began to‌ laugh without hiding‌‌​ the joy that⁠​ welled up from‌⁠ the depths of​ his heart.

“At‍‌ last, the most​ perfect dragon has‍‌ been born!”

The​⁠ city of Namarka⁠ was trembling.

The⁠​ sound of the​‍ city shaking violently,‌​ like an earthquake,‌‍‌ was akin to​ the groan of‌‌ the earth, unable‍‌‍ to bear Sarnus’s‌ presence.

[…Damn⁠​ it.]

As‍ Sarnus continued to‍⁠⁠ relentlessly tear out⁠‍‌ the thorns that‌‍‌ emerged from his​​​ neck and spread‍ throughout his body,‌⁠‍ Kihano, seeing him⁠‌ approach while laughing,‌‍‌ had no choice‌‌ but to turn​​⁠ away.

[Everyone,⁠‍‌ run!]

Kihano​‍‌ had something more⁠​ important to protect,​ something he valued⁠⁠‌ above all else.‌‍​

Ignoring​​‌ his own pride,‍ he began shouting‌‍ at his group,‌‍ who followed him‍‍ from behind, urging‌ them to flee.​‌​

[Return‍‍⁠ immediately!]

He⁠ admitted that he‍​ could no longer‍ withstand Sarnus’s level,‌⁠‍ who had reached‍‌ such a lofty​⁠‌ status that not⁠⁠ even the most‍​ noble knight could​ match.

“Kihano!‍⁠ Kihano Frausen!”

The‌‍​ more Sarnus gazed‌⁠​ at him, the‌‌ larger and more⁠‌ overwhelming his presence⁠⁠‌ became, like that‍⁠ of the oldest⁠​ dragon.

Although​​ the thorns of‍ the last pact‍​​ had momentarily stopped‌​ him, Sarnus’s gigantic‌ shadow continued to‌⁠‌ chase after Kihano‍‌ and his group.‌

“Finally,‌ you see me‌⁠ and run!”

The‌⁠​ thunderous laughter of‌⁠ the oldest dragon​ echoed across the‍ vast land.

His​‌​ existence, proven by​‌​ his survival, and‍ his perfection, elevated​ by absorbing another⁠ perfection, were now⁠​ so high that‌‍ not even the⁠ most noble knight‍​ could withstand them.‍

***⁠⁠‌

The​ group that had⁠⁠​ gathered with Vlad—or⁠‍⁠ rather, with Kihano—was‍⁠ hurriedly running towards​‌ some destination.

Having‌‍​ reached near the‌‌​ city walls with​‌ the help of​​ the warriors from​ the Ruga tribe,⁠⁠ they slipped through‍ a small hole,⁠​ panting from the​ effort.

“What‍⁠‍ is this? A dog hole?”

“Just‍‌⁠ keep going! We​​ should be thankful​​‍ there’s an escape‌⁠ route!”

Nibelun⁠ shouted harshly at‌‌ Radu, who hesitated⁠​‍ in front of‍​​ the hole. Resigned,​ Radu had no‍‌ choice but to‌ crouch down and‌‍ crawl through.

With⁠‍ no other option,⁠​‍ Radu stuck his​‍‍ head out, begrudgingly⁠ revealing his usual‌‍​ irritated expression.

“What​​‌ kind of situation‌​ have we gotten​‍ ourselves into? Damn‌‌ it!”

Radu‌⁠ lifted his head‌‍​ and saw Pedro​ waiting for him​ outside the castle⁠​‍ walls, muttering a small curse under‌‌‍ his breath.

The‌ strange inquisitor who‍​ wanted to take⁠ him to the⁠​ cold north, to‌​ the territory of⁠⁠ the Iron Duke.‍‍

However,​‌‌ unlike before, when‌‌ he hesitated, Radu’s‍‌ movements towards him​‌‍ were truly swift.‌⁠

“They’re⁠​ coming!”

The​‍ half-dragon, the mage⁠​ searching for mysteries,‌⁠‍ and the devout⁠‍ priest—all were terrified.‍‌‍

Although‌ each of them‍ had a strong‌​ world of their​‍‍ own, none could‍​‍ be free from​ the overwhelming presence⁠⁠ of the dragon‌ that pursued them.‍‌

“…Why‌⁠​ is there an⁠ army here?”

They​ had barely exited​‍ the city, but‌ there was no⁠ time to breathe‌‍‌ a sigh of⁠‌‍ relief.

In​ the distance, clouds‍‍​ of dust raised​ by approaching troops‍⁠ could be seen​‌ skirting the walls.​​‍

“Get​ on quickly!”

“What‌ is this?”

“Don’t​ ask, just get​ on already!”

The‍ men standing on‍⁠ a worn-out carpet​‍ looked ridiculous, but‍ when Pedro grabbed‍ him by the​​ neck and dragged​ him on, Radu‌ was shocked to​ see the carpet‍⁠‍ begin to rise.⁠⁠

“Why‍⁠ is this thing⁠ floating?”

“Now‍ that we’re on,⁠‌‌ let’s go!”

Ignoring‍⁠‍ Radu’s unanswered question,​​ Nibelun’s carpet began⁠⁠‌ gliding over the‌​‍ wasteland.

Countless​ arrows landed perilously⁠‍⁠ close to them.​‌

Radu⁠ swallowed hard as⁠​​ he saw arrows‌⁠ embedding in the⁠⁠ spot where they⁠‍ had just been‍⁠ moments before.

“Why‌ has an army‍​​ come all the​ way here? Are‍ they here to‍‌ capture us?”

Nibelun,‍⁠⁠ who was guiding⁠​⁠ the carpet while⁠ gripping its edge,⁠ glanced at the​‍‌ soldiers in the⁠‌⁠ distance, unable to‌ hide his curiosity.‌

“It’s​ not just for​‍​ us.”

As​‌‌ Nibelun said this,​⁠​ a city became‌⁠ visible in the​⁠​ increasingly distant landscape.‌

It‌​ was a ramshackle‌ city that usually​ received little attention,⁠⁠‍ but now it⁠ was filled with‌‌ central soldiers who‍ had flocked there,⁠‍ and even with‌​‍ a vague estimate,‍ their numbers were‌‌⁠ in the tens⁠‌ of thousands.

“They’re​​‍ ready. They’re preparing⁠ to march north.”‍

Radu,​‌ who was wary‍ of the cavalry​⁠ charging from one‌​⁠ side, unsheathed his⁠‌ sword and continued⁠ speaking.

Clang-!​

The‍ cavalry soldiers began​ charging towards the‍⁠‍ carpet as if‍​‍ they had finally‌‌ seized the opportunity.​⁠

Radu,‌ who roughly fended‍​‍ them off, hardened⁠ his expression as​‍ he looked at⁠‍ the cavalry soldiers‌​ still pursuing them.⁠

“The​ North?”

“They’re⁠ going to break‍‍ the northern alliance!‌‍ Their original plan‌ was to destroy‍⁠‍ it before the​‌⁠ banners could be⁠⁠⁠ raised.”

The​‌⁠ troops that had‌‌ arrived in Namarka⁠⁠ with Sarnus, the‍​ Dragon Duke, were‌⁠ part of the​ central army sent⁠​ by the imperial‌‌​ family.

Not​‌ only the royal‌ family but also⁠‌​ all the noble​⁠ forces loyal to​​⁠ the Empire were​ gathering to form‍ an army that⁠​​ would march north,⁠ assembling in the‍‌⁠ capital, Brigantes.

“…If​‍‌ things had been‍‍‍ different, I might‍ have secured a position there.”

Radu‌⁠ voiced his final​‌​ regrets to the‌ strong wind that‍‍‌ passed by, but⁠‌‍ the sharp blade‌⁠​ of the sword‌‍​ closing in directly​‌​ in front of⁠‍ him brought him⁠‍‍ back to reality,‌‍​ away from his‍⁠ former glory.

“…Can’t‍​ you make this​‌ thing fly any‌‍​ faster?”

“There‌‌‌ are too many​‍ people on board!”​

When⁠‍ they were in‌​⁠ the city of⁠ Moshiam, it was‍‌​ a flying carpet.‌​

But​​ now, overloaded with⁠ two additional people—Radu‌ and a warrior‌​ from the Ruga‍ tribe—not only could⁠ they not fly,​‌‍ but it was⁠⁠ difficult to even‌‍‍ glide along the⁠‍ ground.

“Just‌ get us to⁠ that mountain! The⁠​ horses won’t be​‍ able to follow​ us there!”

As‍⁠⁠ if he had⁠⁠ found the direction‌‍ to go, Radu‌‌ raised his finger​‍ and pointed towards‌‍ the mountain ahead⁠ of them.

The​‍ mountain, with faint‌ smoke rising as‌‌‌ if it were‌‍ waiting for them,‍​ was part of​⁠ a rugged mountain⁠ range that originated‍‍‍ in the harsh‍‌‍ north, making it​⁠ a place with‌⁠‍ unusual danger as​⁠​ well.

“Hurry‌‍‍ up!”

As⁠​ if they had‌‍‍ heard what the​‌‍ group was saying,​ the cavalry that⁠‍ was pursuing them‌⁠‍ began to grow‌ more aggressive.

It⁠⁠⁠ was clear they​​​ intended to stop‌ the carpet before⁠ it reached the​ mountain ahead.

Rumble!​‍

A tense pursuit ensued.⁠‍​

In‍‌ a situation where‌‌ I would have⁠ frozen in place‌‌ if I had‍ stopped, a loud⁠ sound like thunder‍‌ suddenly began to‍‍‌ emanate from the‍ city.

“Aaaah!”⁠

“Gaaaah!”‌

With‌​ that sound, the​ carpet the group​ was riding began​⁠ to shake helplessly.​

Even‍‌⁠ the central army’s​‌‍ cavalry that followed​ them was affected.‌

Not​ only were the​​⁠ live horses stumbling,⁠ but the magic‍‌ engraved on the⁠⁠‌ carpet also began‍⁠⁠ to falter, losing‍‍ its power due​ to the harsh⁠​ roar of Sarnus,⁠‌​ who had finally​⁠ broken free from​‍‌ the shackles of‍‍‍ the pact.

Crash-!⁠ Thud!

Nibelun’s​‍ carpet dragged through​ the falling riders,‍‌ crashing to the‍⁠ ground.

After⁠ tumbling across the‌ ground with the‍ same momentum they‌​ had while riding​​⁠ the carpet, the⁠ group began to​ fall miserably, rolling‌​ across the wasteland⁠ unnoticed by anyone.⁠⁠‍

“Ugh…”‍

“Haaaah.”⁠‍‍

Amid​‌ the cloud of​ dust kicked up​‍ by the fall,‌ the groans of‌​ the group echoed‌ in the air.​⁠‍

“Ack!‍‌ Ugh!”

However,‍ it was Radu‌​ who suffered more‍‌⁠ than the old​ Pedro, as the‍ massive roar that⁠⁠ emerged from the‌ dragon’s world was​ more fatal to‍⁠‍ Radu than to‍ anyone else here.​‍​

“Father…‌‍ I’m sorry, father.”​​

Though⁠ he could not​‍ see him, he​‌ could feel Sarnus’s‍‌ presence. Seeing Radu‍ pleading for forgiveness‌​ without even thinking‍‍⁠ of standing up,⁠​ Kihano unsheathed his​ sword as if​ he had no‍‍‍ other choice.

[Lend‍‌‍ me your power​​ and divinity. There​‍‍ is no other⁠‌‍ option.]

The⁠ cavalry soldiers who⁠‍ had been following⁠‌ them fell in‌ front of them,‍‌ probably as shocked‌‍ as the group​‌ by the dragon’s⁠ roar, but the⁠⁠​ banners visible in‌‍⁠ the distance were‍‌ still drawing closer‌ to the group.⁠

[······.]‌⁠‍

The​‍ oldest dragon, with​ tens of thousands‌ of troops, was‍​‌ approaching.

As‌ despair loomed over⁠‍‍ them, Kihano was‍​ pondering a plan‍⁠​ when he suddenly‌‍‍ felt a small⁠‍ groove under his‌ feet coming from​ the mountain.

“When⁠ I walked alone⁠ through the valley⁠ of the abyss…”‍‌‍

“What⁠‍ am I supposed‍​‌ to do now?”‌

The‌​‌ pressure from Sarnus‍‍​ on the group‌​​ was growing more​ intense.

Now,‌⁠‌ even Nibelun and​‍‌ Pedro, who were‍ not dragons, could‌ feel it.

His‍‍​ presence, which began‌​ as an intangible⁠​‌ force, had now‌‍ taken form and‍ was weighing down​​​ on them, so‌ much so that‍⁠‍ the surrounding earth​​ pressing down on​⁠‌ them might not​​​ just be an‌ illusion of Kihano.​

Thump!‌

Above‍‍⁠ the mage, who⁠‍‍ was reciting a spell, and the⁠‍⁠ inquisitor, who was⁠‌⁠ murmuring a prayer,⁠​ a small groove​ that started from⁠ the mountain, passing‍​⁠ through the bewildered‍ mage, finally reached‍‌ Kihano’s toes.

Kihano,​‍ who hadn’t noticed​‌ its presence because‌ his thoughts were‍ so preoccupied, could‍‍⁠ only look down​ when he felt‍‌​ the small presence⁠⁠⁠ of something tapping​‌‍ his toe.

[…Hmm?]‍‌‌

It​​​ was a tiny‍​​ creature.

But​‌‍ despite the fierce‍​ presence of the​ dragon that was‌‍‍ approaching, the small⁠ creature lifted its⁠‍‌ tiny finger with‌ determination.

Kyu-!‍‌

Crack-!⁠

A loud noise was​ heard, and the‍‌ ground began to⁠ collapse.

It⁠ was as if​ the finger raised‌⁠ by the mole​​ was a signal.‍⁠

“Aaaah!”​

“What’s‌‌‌ happening now?”

A deep pit, with​⁠ no apparent end,‌ suddenly opened.

Even​⁠ Kihano’s eyes widened​ as he watched⁠​ the ground begin‍‌‍ to collapse without⁠⁠⁠ warning.

Kyu,‌​ kyu-!

The​‍⁠ mole smiled as‌ if it was‌‌ finally time to⁠⁠‍ see its companions⁠ fall with it.‌‍‌

A spirit of the​ earth that had‍‌‌ finally descended here‍⁠⁠ along the long​ mountain chain stretching‍ from the north.⁠‌

The‌⁠⁠ mole, still raising‍ its tiny finger,‍‍ shone yellow with​‌ its own color,​‌ just like in⁠​ Dobrechi.

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