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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 236: The Best Guide (2)

Chapter 236: The Best Guide (2)

Rumble-rumble-rumble-​⁠​

It‌ was a strange⁠ vibration.

A tremor that seemed​‍⁠ as if it‍‍‍ might stop but​‌ continued on without‍‌ end. The man,‍‌‍ who had been‌⁠ sitting as if​ lifeless, began to​ slowly open his⁠ eyes at the⁠ persistent tremor, one‍⁠‍ too prolonged to⁠ be merely an​ earthquake.

“…So,‍ it’s finally happened.”⁠‌

It⁠⁠⁠ was a dark⁠ place where not‍​ even a ray‍ of light could⁠​‌ enter.

Yet,‍ Frausen naturally rose‌ to his feet,⁠ as if he‍⁠ could see perfectly⁠ in the darkness.‌⁠

“Sarnus.”‍‍​

Frausen’s​​‍ world was one‍​ that had long‌⁠‍ since lost its⁠ luster.

However,‍​‍ he could glimpse⁠ the world of‍ dragons through the‍⁠​ carvings embedded in⁠‌‍ his chest. Through‍⁠ Frausen’s left eye,‌​​ which was now​ closed, he could​⁠‍ see Sarnus slowly‍ taking the form⁠ of a dragon,​‍ and Vlad trying​⁠ to flee from‍⁠ him.

“In‌ the end, you’ve‍ broken our pact⁠‍​ and swallowed the‍‍‌ dragon’s fragment.”

Frausen,‌ watching the scene‌​ with a stern‌​ expression, began to‍‌‍ smile quietly.

The‌ presence of the‍ oldest dragon grew⁠⁠ darker, while the‍ traces of the​ most perfect dragon‌​​ attempted to escape‌‌⁠ from him.

Frausen‍​ felt an almost‌⁠ hollow satisfaction as⁠⁠​ everything unfolded exactly‍​⁠ as he had⁠ predicted.

“Without⁠ knowing it was‌ poison.”

After⁠ speaking his final​⁠ words, Frausen silently⁠‌⁠ stepped forward and⁠ stood before the‍‍ door leading to‌‍ the corridor.

Now‌⁠ that the oldest⁠ dragon had consumed‌ the true fragment,‌ it was his‌ turn to act.‌

“It‌‍​ was indeed a good decision to‌​ let you live,⁠‌‌ Sarnus.”

Even‍ when the door​‍ opened, Frausen was‍ only greeted by​⁠ darkness, but he⁠‌ stepped into the‍‍‍ shadows on the⁠ ground without hesitation.⁠‍‌

He‌‍ had forgotten so‍‌ many things as⁠ he walked this‌⁠ path, but now‌‍​ he had to​ finish what he‌ had scattered.

***⁠​⁠

Chiik-‌

With​⁠‍ the sound of​ a match being⁠⁠ struck, the dark‍ cave was illuminated.‍‌⁠

The​​‍ group began to⁠‍ sigh in relief⁠‌ as they finally‌​‍ recognized each other​‍​ in such a narrow and deep‍⁠ cave that they‌​‌ had to brush​‌⁠ shoulders.

“What⁠‌ is all this?‍ Why did this⁠ hole open up?”‍

“I⁠‌ don’t know. If‌ you, a mage,‌​​ don’t know—”

“Damn‍ it! I almost‌⁠‍ had a heart‌‌⁠ attack!”

Radu,⁠ who had been⁠‍ falling for what‌⁠ seemed like an⁠ eternity, shook his‌‍‌ head as if‍ he didn’t want‍⁠⁠ to recall the⁠ sensation.

However,‍ despite the horrible‌ feeling of freefall,‌‌ everyone was unharmed,‍ probably thanks to⁠ the small mole​‌ that was still‍ glowing.

Kyu-!​‍⁠

The⁠ group’s eyes, now⁠⁠ regaining their senses,​ naturally focused on⁠‍​ Vlad.

More‍ precisely, on the⁠⁠ glowing mole sitting‍ atop Vlad’s head.​​​

“What‌‍ is that damned‌​⁠ rat?”

“It’s⁠‌‌ not a rat,‌‍​ it’s a mole.⁠​‌ A mole.”

“Why‍​‌ is it glowing​ if it’s a mole? Does it​‍ think it’s a firefly or something?”‍

The‍‍ group muttered as‍ they looked at​‌‌ the strange-looking mole,⁠ but the little​⁠‍ creature began to‍‌​ shrug its shoulders​ as if it‌‌ thought they were‌ praising it.

Seeing‍​ this, Nibelun, almost⁠⁠ without thinking, offered​‌⁠ a piece of‍​ bread from his‍‌ pocket.

“…You’re‍ just feeding crumbs⁠​ to it, bastard.”‌

Vlad,‌ who had finally​‍⁠ regained consciousness, looked‌​ up at the‌​‍ mole squeaking on⁠ his head and​⁠‍ frowned.

But‍ despite his irritation,‍‍ he couldn’t bring‌‌ himself to knock‍⁠‍ it off, as‍ he didn’t want⁠ to imagine what‍ might have happened‌‌​ if not for‌ the hole that​‌ had saved them.​

“But​‌‍ where do we⁠​ go now?”

“We​ should ask the​‌⁠ one who dug​ this hole.”

Even​⁠ though the tunnel‍‍ had only one⁠‍​ direction, they didn’t​‍ know which path‌ to follow.

Without‌‍ knowing which way‍ to go, Vlad​‌ raised a finger⁠⁠⁠ and bluntly poked⁠‌​ the side of⁠⁠ the mole.

“Where‍⁠⁠ do we go⁠⁠‌ now, huh?”

Kyu-!‍⁠

The‍‌‍ mole straightened up‌⁠ as if surprised‍⁠ by Vlad’s finger,‍‍‌ then immediately raised‍⁠ its short arm​​​ and began pointing‌ somewhere.

It‌‌ was a completely​ dark cave, but​​ the direction it‍‍ pointed was towards⁠‌‍ the mountain they‍ had tried to‌‍​ escape from earlier,‌​ and it was​‍ also the direction​​⁠ where the Ruga‌ tribe, who had​‌ fled the city,​‌‍ was heading.

“Let’s‌ go.”

After‍‌​ deciding which direction‌​​ to take, Vlad‍‌ lifted his head​⁠ for a moment‌‌ and looked towards​‍‌ the entrance from⁠​​ which they had‌ fallen.

The‍‌⁠ ground now looked​⁠​ like a hole​‌ in a black‌ curtain.

Vlad​ thought of the​‌ Dragon Duke who‍ was above that‍‌‍ ground, but he​⁠​ turned his head‌‌ and began to‌‌⁠ walk in the‍‍ direction the mole​‍ was pointing.

‘I’m⁠ sorry for fleeing‌ and leaving you​‍ in my place,‍‌ Kihano.’

[…Don’t⁠ worry.]

Even‍‍‍ though his emotions‍ were complicated, the‌‍‍ mole’s tunnel stretched⁠⁠‍ out straight and‌ clear.

Vlad​‌ felt comforted by​‌⁠ the fact that⁠ there was a path he could⁠⁠ follow without overthinking,‌ and he quietly​ thanked Kihano for‌‌⁠ taking his place.‌

***‌‍

When​‍ the group emerged‌‍ from the cave,‌ they found themselves​ right at the‌ mountain they had‌ seen earlier.

It⁠ was a mountain‌⁠‌ not far from​ the city of​‌‌ Namarka, and it‌​ was also a place where the​⁠​ dark army of‌⁠ Dragulia, still gathering‌​ in the distance,‌ could be seen.‍​‌

“They⁠‍ survived.”

At‍ that place, Vlad​‌⁠ met the Great‌​​ Mother of the‍⁠​ Ruga tribe, who‌ had been waiting‍ for him.

Despite‌⁠​ the risk of‌‍ being discovered, she‍‌⁠ had lit a small fire that‍‍‌ emitted a bit​ of smoke, and​ her forehead was‍‍⁠ damp with sweat,‌ as if she‍‌ had been using​ magic until just‍​​ a moment ago.​‌​

“It’s​ an earth spirit.‌‍ I didn’t expect‌⁠‌ one to appear.”​​

The​‍ Great Mother watched‌‍ with curiosity as​⁠‍ the glowing mole⁠ sat atop Vlad’s⁠‌‍ head.

“Did⁠ you summon it,‌​ Great Mother?”

“I​​⁠ called for it,‍‌‌ but… I didn’t⁠⁠‌ expect an earth⁠‌‍ spirit to appear.”‍

It’s⁠‍ a mystery because⁠‍ it can’t be⁠​‍ explained, and it’s​‍⁠ magic because it’s​‌ unpredictable.

Although​‍​ the Great Mother‌‌ of the Ruga⁠‌ tribe had invoked‍​ that magic, she‍ seemed surprised to‌ see the mole‌​‍ atop Vlad’s head,​‌⁠ as it was⁠ not the result‌‍ she had anticipated.​‍⁠

“It‍ seems there’s a bond between you⁠​ two. Normally, it⁠ would take a lot of preparation‍ to summon a creature of that​ level.”

Though​​‌ it was just⁠ a vague assumption,​‍⁠ the Great Mother​​ was right.

The‌​‍ glowing mole, which​​ had descended from​‍ Dobrechiti, following the‍‍ mountain range from‌ the north to‌‍​ this place, was​‍ able to arrive⁠​ here not just‍ because of the‌‌⁠ Great Mother’s magic⁠ but also because‍‍‌ of the possibility‌⁠ residing in the‌⁠‍ Dragon-Slaying Sword and​‌ its bond with​ Vlad.

Kyu-?⁠

In‍ the brief silence​‍ after their conversation,‍⁠ the mole made‌​ a sound as‍​ if asking, “What‌⁠‌ do we do⁠⁠ now?”

Vlad,‌ hearing the sound,​‌ looked around and‌ then spoke.

“…How​⁠ many are there‍⁠‌ in total?”

“About‌‌⁠ 300.”

“Do⁠ they have anywhere​ to go?”

Vlad​​‌ scratched his cheek‍ as he observed‌‍⁠ the Ruga tribe‍‌ refugees gathered together.⁠‌‍

However,​‌ when Vlad asked‍ if they had‍‌ any place to‍ go, the Great​ Mother merely shook‍ her head without⁠ saying a word.​​​

“This⁠ is all because⁠ we lost our⁠ home. Anywhere other‌‌ than the land​‌ of our roots,‌‌ who would welcome‍⁠​ us with open‌‌ arms?”

Because⁠⁠⁠ of their magic,‍‍ the Church rejected​ them, and because​ of their different‌ appearance, they were⁠‌ driven out by​ others.

The‍​ story of the⁠​ Ruga tribe was‌‍ a story of⁠‍ wandering. The rootless‍ city of Namarka​‍ had allowed them‍⁠⁠ to settle briefly,⁠ but now even‍ those dirty alleys‌ had been destroyed‌ by the arrival‍ of the dragons.‌‌

“But‌‍ for now, let’s​‌⁠ get out of‍​ here. If we⁠⁠ move north, we⁠⁠ might find a solution.”

Vlad‌‍ couldn’t help but‌‌ feel responsible for⁠‍‍ the Ruga tribe,⁠ who had lost‌​ their home because⁠‍ of him.

However,‍ he knew they​⁠ had to leave,⁠ so he looked‌​ up at the⁠​​ mole on his‌​⁠ head.

“I‍​⁠ want to go​‍​ as far north​‌ as possible.”

Kyu-?‌

“Don’t‌‍​ you know of‍‍ any place where⁠​ we can all​​​ go?”

The‍ glowing mole began‍‌⁠ tapping its tiny‍⁠ paw as if‌⁠ thinking about Vlad’s‍​‍ question.

Though⁠ Vlad found its⁠ behavior irritating, he‌​ had no choice​‌‍ but to suppress⁠ his growing frustration,‌ as that creature‌​⁠ was his only⁠‍ hope of finding‍‌ the way.

“…Think‌⁠‍ fast.”

At​‍ Vlad’s cold insistence,‍ the mole finally​ seemed to remember⁠​‌ something and rolled⁠ down from his‌‌ head to stand‍‍​ in front of​ the hole it​‍ had dug.

Kyu,⁠ kyu-!

The‍​‌ mole waved its​‌‌ tiny paws as​​ if indicating that‍ they should go‍‌ that way.

Seeing‌​ those small but‌ energetic movements, Vlad​⁠‍ and the Great‍⁠‌ Mother of the⁠‍‌ Ruga tribe exchanged​​‍ silent glances.

***​​⁠

The⁠⁠‍ room was spacious,‍‌ with large windows‌‌‌ through which warm‍​‌ sunlight poured in.‌‍‍

Joseph‍​ gazed at the‌⁠ decorations visible through‌ the light and‌⁠‍ quietly lifted the‌‌ teacup in front​‌ of him.

“It‍ seems you have⁠ a great interest‍ in Elven culture.”‍

The‌⁠‌ room that Joseph‌​ observed was filled‌‌​ with objects related‍ to the Elves.⁠⁠

The⁠​⁠ Elven ornaments, which​ might seem unusual‌‍ at first glance,⁠ had an antique⁠‍​ charm that made‌​ one feel as‌‍ if they could‍‌‍ fetch a good‌‍‌ price at auction‍​‍ even now.

“There‌⁠ was a time‍‍ when that was‍​ the case. I tried to please​‍​ them as much‌ as I could.”‌⁠

With⁠⁠ those words, Count‍ Vitskaya set down‍ the teacup he‍‌‌ was holding and⁠‍ smiled as he‍ looked at Joseph⁠​‍ sitting across from⁠ him.

He⁠⁠​ must have taken​​ a deep sip​ of the tea⁠ he had just⁠‍‌ drunk because the‍‍⁠ tea water in​​ his white beard​ had turned as‍‌ black as night.‌​

“There‌ was a time‍ when Elven products⁠​ were the lifeblood⁠ of my territory​ and the center​‍ of our economy.‌ But now all​‍‍ of that is⁠ in ruins.”

The‍‍‌ city of Tanobo,‌ which had once‌​ been the epicenter⁠ of trade with‍​⁠ the Elves, was‌ now in decline.​⁠

Count​ Vitskaya, who had‌‍ been the ruler‍ of that city,​ licked his lips‍⁠ in disgust, remembering‍ those days.

“The‍‍⁠ damned Elves cut​‍‍ off all trade‍‍​ with us, and​ the Dragon Duke‍‍ blamed us entirely⁠‍ for Absilon. No‌‍ matter what I did, there was‌ no way to‌ resist.”

The⁠‍ self-pitying Count Vitskaya​⁠ started to look⁠ at Joseph for‍⁠‍ a moment.

It‍ was amusing to⁠ see the Count​ behave like a man who had⁠‌ been cast out‌​‍ of his own‍ family, but this‍‌‌ was not a situation where he​⁠​ could question such​⁠‌ things.

“But‌ even in these​ difficult times, there​‌ are those willing‍‍​ to extend a helping hand. It⁠⁠ seems one is⁠ never truly meant​ to die.”

“Is‍‍‍ that so.”

The​‍​ man named Joseph,‍ sitting across from‌‍ the Count, was‍‍ an emissary sent‌​ directly by darkness​ itself.

Count​⁠ Vitskaya knew that,​⁠ now that the‌⁠​ support from the‍‍ Dragon Duke had​​ been cut off,‌‌​ he needed Joseph’s‌‌‌ help to save‍ his territory and⁠ monopolize the Elven⁠‍ resources.

“Anything⁠ you want from‍⁠ Elven lands, including​⁠‍ the World Tree,​ is at your​ disposal. During that⁠​ time, I won’t‌​​ hesitate to provide​‌⁠ you with a place to stay,⁠ food, or anything‌ else you need.”‌​​

“…”​

Joseph,⁠⁠‌ listening to the⁠ Count, began to‍ look at him‌‌ without saying a word.

The⁠⁠ Count’s eyes began‌⁠‌ to glow darker,​‍⁠ as if the​ tea he had‌‌ just drunk was​ starting to take‌ effect.

Joseph‍​ began to nod‌ as if understanding​ the Count’s gaze,‌‌ which did not‍‌‌ conceal his desire⁠ at all.

“Understood.”​

Darkness⁠ originally arrives when​ a person is​ in their darkest​​⁠ moment.

Even⁠‍‍ if they couldn’t​⁠‌ escape on their​ own, it was‌ the darkness that​‌ silently approached them,‌‍‍ covering their eyes​‌ when no one​⁠‌ else was there⁠‌⁠ to help.

“The‌​ Count’s firm will.​⁠⁠ We will definitely⁠‍⁠ fulfill it.”

That’s⁠ why people have⁠ no choice but‌⁠​ to take its⁠‍​ hand.

Because⁠‌ darkness appears at⁠ the most crucial⁠ moment, offering exactly⁠​ what they desire.‌‍⁠

Like⁠‍ the Baron of​‌‍ Moshiam who wanted⁠ to save the‍‍ life of his‌‍ young son, or​‍ like now, with‌​⁠ the Count, who‌⁠ is on the‌ brink of death.​

Ramashutu’s‍‌‌ hand, offering what‍​⁠ one desires at​‍​ just the right​ time, is nothing⁠ less than a strong temptation that‍‍‍ is hard for‌ anyone to resist.⁠‍⁠

“Thank‌‌⁠ you! If everything‌ goes well, I will reward you‍​⁠ generously.”

Seeing​ Count Vitskaya express‌⁠‌ his gratitude repeatedly‌​‌ and nod his​‌ head, Joseph began​⁠⁠ to pick up⁠‌ the teacup he⁠​‌ had set down‌⁠ earlier.

Joseph⁠‌‌ still found it‍‍ difficult to get‍⁠​ used to the​⁠‍ taste of the‌ tea, which was⁠⁠ as bitter and​‍ fishy as its‍ pitch-black color, but‌ he still needed​⁠‌ the dark aroma‍‌ the tea carried,‍ so it was​ inevitable.

Rumble-​‌

“Hmm?”‌⁠

However,‌‍​ Joseph’s outstretched hand​⁠⁠ could not reach‍​‌ the teacup.

It‍‍‌ stopped as he⁠‍⁠ felt a subtle​⁠ vibration in the​⁠ building.

“An‍⁠ earthquake?”

The⁠‍ city of Tanobo,​ under Count Vitskaya’s⁠‍​ rule, rarely experienced​‍‌ earthquakes.

But⁠‌ today, a tremor‌⁠‌ strong enough for​ the entire city‌‌ to feel began⁠ to rise from‌​​ the ground.

The‍ shaking, which began⁠​ with a mound‍⁠‌ of earth being‍ lifted as if​‌ someone were digging⁠‍ underground, started from​​‌ the southernmost point⁠​‍ and continued all‍‍​ the way to​‌ Ausurin, where the‌‌​ Elven forest was‌‍‍ located.

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