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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 237: Reunion (1)

Chapter 237: Reunion (1)

The‌⁠ gaze I feel⁠‍ around me is‌ sharp.

Jager,⁠⁠ who was drinking‌‍ liquor from a leather canteen alone,‍ closed the cap‌​‌ as he felt‍ the stares of⁠‍ the headless figures‍‌ beside him.

“Why​‍​ not offer them‌ a drink?”

Although⁠ it was a warm spring day,​​‌ the area where⁠ the headless knights⁠⁠​ stood seemed covered‍⁠ in frost.

However,‍​ Jager, indifferent to​‌ the cold atmosphere,​‌ merely mocked the⁠‌ chilly looks surrounding‌‍‌ him.

“Ah,⁠‌ right, you don’t‍‌‍ have mouths to​ drink with. I hadn’t noticed.”

Jager​‍ was the only‍​​ warm being among⁠ the dead.

His​ presence, so out‌‍ of place in‌​⁠ this landscape, seemed‍⁠ like a painting​‍⁠ with a different‌‌ texture, but he‌‍ didn’t retreat even‍​​ a step while⁠‌ standing among the‍‌ dead.

“Jager.”‌‍

As​ the atmosphere grew‍ increasingly hostile, a hand gesture carefully‍ called Jager over.‌‍⁠

It‍⁠ was a gesture​​⁠ from Joseph, who‍​ had just finished‌ speaking with Count⁠​ Vitskaya.

“How⁠‍ did it go?”‌​

“He‌​⁠ agreed to cooperate.⁠​ It seems the‌ count sees Ausurin‌ as his last⁠ hope.”

Count‌‍‍ Vitskaya’s obsession with‍⁠ Ausurin was already‌​‍ burning with rage‍⁠ and desire.

Joseph,‍ who had come⁠‍ to confirm the​‍ Count’s obsession under⁠ Ramashthu’s orders, looked‍‍‍ at the scene⁠​ before him and‍‍​ continued speaking cautiously.‌

“We‍ will move along‍⁠ with the count’s‌​‍ soldiers. After all,⁠‌‌ it’s only right‍ that the living⁠ move with the⁠ living.”

The‌⁠ place Joseph was​ looking at was​ filled with sinister⁠​ things.

There‌ were headless people⁠‍ resurrected from the⁠‍ dead.

Even‍​⁠ cursed beings with‍‌ all their limbs⁠​ twisted.

Cursed‌ spirits floating like⁠ shadows and even⁠‌ large corpse bodies‌‌ with limbs everywhere.⁠‍

All‍‌ these beings were‌​ evil creatures created‍ by dark sorcerers​​⁠ drawn to the‌‌⁠ great darkness of‌‍ Ramashthu.

“…Looking‍‌ at all this,⁠​ it really is‌‌ an impressive sight.⁠‌⁠ How did all‌​‌ these beings manage‍‌ to stay hidden​ for so long?”​​

Even‍​​ Joseph, usually unshaken,​⁠‍ couldn’t help but⁠ frown at the‍‍‍ infernal camp that⁠ seemed to recreate⁠ hell on earth.‌

Usually,⁠⁠‍ these were beings​​ you couldn’t find‌ no matter how​‌‍ hard you searched,⁠⁠ but now they​⁠⁠ were everywhere you⁠ looked, making it⁠ difficult even for⁠⁠⁠ Joseph to remain‍⁠ calm.

“Who‍ could possibly clean​‌ up all of‌ this?”

It‌‌ was too much⁠ darkness to take⁠ in with just⁠‌ one glance.

These‍‌ were shadows that‍‌ even he, prepared‍‌ to face them,‌ could hardly bear​‌‍ to see.

However,‍⁠‍ all those cursed⁠‍⁠ beings now on⁠ display had been‌⁠‍ ignored for too‍ long by those‍‍ who should have‌ fulfilled their duties.​ Now, someone would‌‌ have to face‍‌ the poison they‍‌ produced.

“Let’s⁠⁠ go. If we‌​‌ stay here any​ longer, I’ll suffocate.”‍‌

“Understood.”‌⁠

Joseph,​ making an effort​ to turn his‌‍ head, began crossing‌‍ the death-filled field,⁠​ heading toward Vitskaya’s⁠​‌ garrison.

All‌ of this was,⁠ ultimately, the result​⁠ of accumulated sins.​‌

Nobles⁠⁠ should have duties‌⁠ instead of just⁠⁠⁠ power, and people⁠‍ should have responsibilities‌ instead of just‌ faith, but those​‌ in power today‍ weren’t doing that.⁠‍

That’s‍‍‌ why Joseph was‌⁠​ convinced that the​⁠‍ wounds they had⁠ created would eventually‌ erupt in their‍ generation.

***​‍⁠

It​‌ was a dense​ forest.

Seen​⁠‌ from above, it⁠​ looked like a green sea, so​ thick that trees​​ filled every corner.⁠

In‌ the middle of​‌⁠ the forest, a young World Tree⁠‌ stood tall, peeking​ above the green‌‌ sea.

“…What’s⁠​ the current status​‌ of Count Vitskaya’s⁠ troops?”

However,​‍⁠ even in this‍ peaceful scene, Baradis’s⁠​ face was completely⁠‌‍ frozen.

Since⁠​‌ it was spring,⁠‍⁠ the outside landscape​ was quite realistic,​⁠​ but it seemed‍ difficult to find​ any sign of‌​​ relaxation on Baradis’s‍‍​ face.

“They‌​⁠ number about a thousand soldiers. It⁠ seems Count Vitskaya‍⁠‍ is putting everything⁠ on the line⁠⁠ with this gamble.”⁠

“They‌⁠‍ are fully prepared.‌ According to scouts’‌ reports, they could​⁠⁠ advance at any​​​ moment.”

After‍ the serious question,‌ came hurried answers.‌‌

The‍⁠​ current situation was​ so urgent that​​​ even the seasoned‌‍⁠ rangers were nervous,‌⁠ and they could⁠ be certain that⁠ the start was‍​​ not far off.‌

“I‍ see.”

After​‌ hearing the report,⁠ Baradis sighed softly.​

In⁠​ addition to the⁠ nearly thousand human‌ soldiers, those who‌⁠ are resurrected continue‌‌⁠ to join even‍‌‍ now.

Even‍⁠​ if it was‌‍​ a human army,​‍ the existence of‌‍ the resurrected who‌‍‌ had invaded right⁠‌⁠ in front of⁠‌ the World Tree​​‍ was slowly gnawing‍‌‌ away at Baradis’s​‍ nerves.

“When‍​‍ do they say⁠⁠⁠ the barrier will‍ be restored?”

“They‌‌ say it will‍ take at least​ a month, even⁠ if they speed⁠ up the process.”‌‌⁠

After⁠⁠​ hearing the report,‌ Baradis slightly turned‌‍⁠ his head and‍​⁠ looked out the⁠‌ window.

“A‌‌⁠ month.”

Below‍‌⁠ the young World⁠​‌ Tree visible beyond⁠‍‌ the window, it​‌‌ was still full⁠‌ of elders who​ were writing something⁠‌ while bowing with​ difficulty.

Since​ elves are long-lived,​‍⁠ the elders of⁠​ the Council of‌‌‍ Elders have lived‌​⁠ longer lives than‍ the trees in‌‍⁠ the forest.

But​‌⁠ now, regardless of⁠ their aging bodies,‍⁠‍ they were trying⁠⁠ to restore the​​ forest’s protective barrier​ that had been⁠ previously destroyed.

‘The⁠‌ situation is anything​⁠​ but easy.’

The⁠‌​ current situation demands⁠‌‌ that all capable⁠‌​ people move quickly,​ regardless of their⁠‌⁠ age or position.⁠​‌

The‌‍ situation was perhaps⁠⁠‍ even more severe⁠⁠ than when Nidhogg,‍ the most cunning​‍ dragon, attacked, but⁠ the reality the‍ elves now faced⁠ was that they​‍​ had no one‌ to turn to‍‌ for help.

Knock,‍‍ knock, knock.

“Hmm?”⁠⁠‍

Suddenly,⁠‌‌ a knock was‌‌ heard at the‌⁠ door of the‍⁠ office where Baradis​ was with the​ rangers.

Baradis,‍‍‍ knowing that no⁠ one would come​ to visit at​​ that moment, looked‌ at the elf‌​​ who opened the‌​‍ door and entered‌​ with puzzled eyes.‌‍⁠

“What’s‍‌⁠ happening?”

“…Well.”​

The​‌‌ elf who now‌⁠ entered through the​‍ door was someone⁠ who shouldn’t have‌‌ been there.

Because‍​ he was an⁠‍‌ elf who had‍ to guard the‌‌ World Tree at⁠​ all times.

But‌‍‍ now he was‌‌⁠ standing here with‍‌ a pale complexion,‍‍‍ looking at Baradis.⁠​

“I’m‍​ sorry. Lord Baradis.”‌

“Why?”‌‌⁠

He‌‍ was one of‌ the elves who​​‌ guarded the World⁠‍‍ Tree.

More​ precisely, he protected‌ both the World⁠⁠‍ Tree and the​ priestess, Baradis’s younger​​ sister.

The⁠‌​ elf was now⁠‌ standing in front⁠‍​ of Baradis, shaking‍​‌ his head and‍‌‌ speaking as if‍ he was ashamed.‌

“The‌​​ priestess has left.”‍⁠‌

“…”‌

It​ was a moment⁠ when security was​ more important than‌​⁠ ever.

But‍⁠​ hearing that the‌​‌ priestess, who was​‍‌ supposed to be‌‍​ protected along with​ the World Tree,⁠ had left, the‍ faces of the​ elves in the‍‌‍ office quickly changed.​​​

“Why?​ She must have‌ had a reason.”‌

“I‍ don’t know. She​ said she had‌⁠ to receive a guest and left‌⁠ without listening to‍ reason.”

“A‍‍​ guest?”

The​⁠‌ priestess of the⁠ World Tree, who​‌‍ had never left,‍ now did so,‍‍⁠ saying that a guest had arrived.⁠​‌

Baradis‌‍ felt a strange⁠‍‍ sense of déjà⁠ vu as he‍ left dangerously with‌⁠ the mysterious words‌‌‌ that a guest‌ had arrived.

“A‌​ guest…?”

Though‍⁠⁠ she was a priestess who had‍ never been outside​⁠ in her life,⁠​ there had been‌ times when she‌ stubbornly tried to‌‍ leave the forest,‌‍ like today.

With‍​‍ the news that‌ an important guest‍‌ was coming, one‍ that had to​‍‍ be greeted personally.⁠⁠‌

Baradis‍ remembered that it‌​ was probably the​⁠‍ first time he‌ had met a human knight named‌‍ Vlad.

“Send⁠​⁠ the rangers immediately.​ Protect the priestess.”⁠‍‌

With​‍​ those words, Baradis​‌ stood up, walked‍‌ to the window,‍ and looked at⁠​⁠ the young World​⁠⁠ Tree outside.

The‍ green leaves seemed​‍‍ to tremble even‍ more today.

Though​ there was no​ wind, among the‌‌​ moving leaves were‌⁠‌ small spirits jumping​ with joy.

***‌

Even⁠‌ though the Elven​ forest was densely‌‌ populated with trees,​‌ there were occasional‍‌⁠ clearings where the⁠⁠‌ sunlight shone brightly.‌

In⁠ one such clearing,​‌​ covered with green‍​‌ clovers, something suddenly​ poked through.

Boing-!​‍

In⁠‌‌ a place where​⁠​ only butterflies fluttered‍​ in search of​ flowers, a boy’s‌‌ head suddenly appeared.‍‌

The‌⁠‌ creature, who had‌​‌ been wandering underground⁠​ just a moment‌ ago, squinted his​⁠‌ eyes and waved⁠ his short arms‌​ as if the‍‍ sunlight shining down‍ on him was‍ too bright.

“Are​ we here? Can‍ I come out​‌​ now?”

Kyu⁠⁠‌ kyu-!

“If‍ we’ve arrived, get⁠⁠ off my head.​​ How long are‍⁠ you going to‌​‌ stay up there?”‍‍‌

It​​ was the voice​‍‍ of a man‌ who seemed to‍‍ be containing his⁠‌⁠ anger.

The​‌‌ butterflies hovering around‌​​ the flower petals‌⁠ were startled by⁠‌ the eerie voice‌‌⁠ coming from beneath​ the ground and​ began floating up​⁠⁠ into the sky.‌⁠

“…”‍‍

A human head cautiously‍​ emerged from beneath⁠ the mole that⁠​‌ had stuck its‍‌ head out.

Though⁠⁠ he was dirty‍‌ from all the​‌⁠ soil, the man​ had impressive blond⁠​ hair that gleamed​ under the sunlight.⁠

“Where​ are we?”

Vlad,‍‍ who had just⁠ stuck his head‍⁠ out of the⁠⁠ ground, tensed at⁠​ the sight of⁠​​ the lush green‍ landscape.

Just‌ a few days‌ ago, Vlad had‍⁠ been in the​ middle of a wasteland, so he​​ couldn’t quite adjust‌ to the scene⁠ now before him.⁠​⁠

Kyu‍ kyu-!

“How‍​ far have you​⁠‍ brought us, huh?”⁠​

Despite‍‍ Vlad’s question, the​​‌ mole, who seemed‍‍⁠ to have completed‌ its task, simply​⁠‍ flopped down, exhausted.‍

The⁠‌ mole, which had⁠ dug a tunnel⁠⁠ from underground to‌ bring the group‌‌ here, collapsed and⁠ started to stick⁠‍ out its tongue,‍‍⁠ worn out.

“…It’s​​ fine, rest. Anywhere‌‌ is better than⁠​ back there.”

Vlad,‌​‌ looking at the⁠‌​ exhausted mole, carefully‌‌ placed it on‌ the ground and​‌ began to crawl‌‍‌ out of the‍‌⁠ hole.

Vlad’s⁠‌​ cautious posture, as‌ he sharpened his‍⁠​ senses, was reminiscent⁠⁠ of a wolf‌‌‌ emerging from its​ den.

“It’s‌⁠ a forest.”

Using‍​‍ his heightened senses‌​‍ to confirm that‍‍⁠ no one was‌⁠⁠ around, Vlad could‍‌‍ tell he was​​‌ now standing in⁠ the middle of‌ a forest.

He⁠⁠‌ was in the⁠⁠ middle of a field of flowers‍ full of vibrant‍‍ colors.

“Was‌‌‌ there a forest​ of this size‍‌​ a few days​ away?”

Vlad‌‍‍ murmured to himself,‍‌‍ puzzled by the‌ landscape around him.​

Several‌​ days had passed⁠‍⁠ since they walked⁠​‍ through the tunnel‍ dug by the‍‍⁠ glowing mole, guiding‌‍ the refugees from​ the Ruga tribe.​​‍

However,‌ no matter how‌ unfamiliar Vlad was‌‍‍ with the geography⁠‍‌ of the central‍‍ region, he knew⁠‍ there wasn’t a forest like this⁠ just a few‍‌⁠ days away.

“It’s‍ because you followed‍⁠ the path shown⁠‍ to you by‌‍ a spirit.”

“…!”⁠

Suddenly,​‌ a voice sounded⁠‌ next to Vlad,⁠‍ who was still‍​‍ disoriented.

Vlad,⁠ who had just‍​‌ confirmed there was‌ nothing nearby, was​ startled by the⁠‌‌ voice coming from​‍‍ right beside him.​⁠​

“…Who‍‍ are you?”

“It’s​ a pleasure to⁠ see you again.”‌​

However,‌‍‍ the person who⁠ surprised Vlad simply‌ waved cheerfully as​‌​ if nothing had‍​⁠ happened.

“Did⁠⁠ the images I sent you help?”‌

There​​‌ was a girl​ looking at Vlad,⁠‌ standing in front​‍ of a field⁠​ of flowers swaying‍ in the wind.⁠⁠

She‌​​ wore a wide-brimmed‌ hat and stood⁠‌‌ in front of⁠⁠ the flower field.‍

The⁠ image of the​ girl, who looked‍⁠ as natural as‍ the flowers around‌⁠​ her, didn’t seem‍ out of place​ at all.

“Why​‍ are you here?”​

With​​‍ Vlad’s surprised question,​‍‌ the refugees from‌​⁠ the Ruga tribe⁠ began to emerge‍ one by one‍​ from the underground‍ cave.

Everyone,‌‌ from children to​​ the elderly, was‍⁠ initially blinded by​ the bright light⁠ and covered their‌​​ eyes with their⁠⁠ hands. Soon, their‌⁠​ mouths opened in‌‌ amazement at the⁠ sight before them.‍​‌

“…Where‌⁠‌ are we?”

Not⁠ in a dirty⁠ alley or a desolate wasteland, but⁠​ in an Elven⁠​ forest full of⁠⁠‌ green waves.

The⁠⁠‌ children of the⁠‌ Ruga family, who⁠ had finally regained⁠​ their sight, let‍​ out loud shouts⁠⁠ of wonder upon‌ seeing the great‌ tree in the‌‌⁠ distance.

“A​ tree!”

“Wow,‌ that tree is​⁠​ huge!”

They‍‌ had arrived in‍ the forest on‍⁠‍ the eastern edge,‌‌‍ Ausurin, following the‌⁠ path shown to‍​ them by a spirit.

The⁠‍‌ young World Tree,‌​⁠ which looked out‌‌ over the forest,⁠⁠ shook its leaves‌​‍ as if happy⁠​​ to see the‌ young beastmen who​ were awestruck at‍ the sight of‍ it.

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