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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 238: Reunion (2)

Chapter 238: Reunion (2)

It⁠⁠​ was a place‍‍ that common elves‍‍ could barely approach.⁠‍⁠

Only​ those with permission‌⁠⁠ could enter deep‌ into the roots‍ of the World⁠‌ Tree, where the‍​ elders of the⁠‌⁠ elves gathered.

“We⁠​‍ must succeed this‍ time.”

“Of‌⁠ course, Great Elder.”‌​‌

The​‍ tension on the⁠ faces of the​‌ elders who looked⁠ ahead could not⁠⁠ be hidden.

This‍ would likely be‍⁠ their last chance.‍​

Because⁠⁠‌ there were neither‍‍ enough materials nor​ enough time to⁠ keep holding out.⁠

The‌​ elders, who were‍‌ looking at the​ sword, had solemn⁠ expressions because they⁠​​ knew that the⁠​‍ sword now visible‌ was their last⁠‍‍ hope for establishing​‍ a barrier.

“Everyone,‍ prepare.”

It⁠ was the place⁠‍‍ where the Sword​ Master’s blade, the⁠ Silver Knight, had⁠‍ once been embedded.‌​‌

But‌ now, a sword​​‌ of a completely​ different color occupied‍ that spot, and‌ above that sword,​ complex magical symbols‍⁠‍ painstakingly drawn by‌⁠⁠ the elders floated,⁠ glowing as if​​ they were paintings.‌⁠

“…Let’s‍⁠ begin.”

Following‌⁠ a beam of⁠‍ light descending from‌⁠‌ above, the magic​‌ circles began to​ float in the⁠ air.

Great⁠‌ Elder Geronimo, who‌‍​ was watching them,‌‌ raised his finger‍⁠ with a firm‌​​ voice, as if​‍ he had made‍‍‍ a decision.

Guuuuuung-⁠‍

As‌ the spell was‍‍‌ chanted by the⁠ elders, the magic‌⁠ circles began to⁠​ slowly rotate, forming‍ a pattern of⁠‍‍ circles of various‌​ sizes and colors.​​‍

The⁠⁠ longer the chant‌​ continued, the more‍‌ cold sweat appeared‍ on the foreheads⁠ of the elders‍⁠ in charge of⁠‍ each circle.

“Slowly!”‌⁠

The⁠​‍ larger circles descended,‍ and the smaller⁠​⁠ circles rose.

Following⁠⁠ the old fingers‌ of Geronimo, the⁠‌ circles starting from⁠‍‌ the surface began‍ to align, gradually⁠‌ forming a huge​‌ cone.

“Now!”‍‍‍

Under​⁠‌ Geronimo’s command, the‌ world created by​⁠‍ the elders began​ to slowly descend.‌​

To​​⁠ the place where⁠ the Sword Master’s‌‌⁠ blade had once‌ been.

But‌⁠‌ now, to the​‌ place where a completely unknown sword​‌ stood.

Rumble-!‍​​

When‌‌ the cone descended‌‍‍ towards the sword,‍‌ an enormous vibration​‌ that could not‌​ be seen from​‍ the outside began​‍⁠ to ripple within‌⁠​ the World Tree.‍‍⁠

The‌ most important and⁠ final step in⁠‌​ executing the closing‌ ceremony.

Finally,‍ the world created‍​​ by the elders‌​ began to inscribe​ itself as a single line through​​ the sword.

“We’ve⁠ done it…”

Someone‍​ who saw this⁠‌‍ began to shout​‍​ in joy.

They⁠⁠ had failed many​ times, but this⁠‌ time, there was​‍ hope that it⁠​​ would work.

Indeed,⁠‍ the sword embedded​‍ there was glowing‍​‌ differently from before,⁠ and the resonance‌ it emitted was‍ completely distinct.

Crack!‍ Crack crack!

If​‍‌ it weren’t for‌‌​ the ominous sound‌ that followed.

“Damn​‍ it.”

As‌​​ if something had‌​ gone wrong, the‍ bright conical world‍ began to slowly‍‌ tilt.

Accompanied‌​ by the cry⁠​‍ of the sword‌⁠‍ that was supporting‌⁠ it from below.‌

“Everyone,⁠‌​ get down!”

“Protect‍‍ the Great Elder!”⁠​‍

Realizing⁠​‍ the failure, one​‍ of the elders‌⁠⁠ shouted, and everyone⁠‌ began to crouch.​‍

And‍ everyone began to⁠‍​ crouch, protecting the⁠⁠​ Great Elder in⁠ a familiar motion.​⁠​

Gududududuk-!‌​

As‌ the elders shouted,‌⁠⁠ the brightly shining‍⁠⁠ sword began to‌ flicker and burn​‍ white.

Burning​ its own body‌ as if it‍ could no longer‍ shine this way.​‍‌

The‍‌‌ old Geronimo could‌‌‌ only watch, unable‍‍‍ even to blink​ as he observed⁠‌ the scene heading​‍ toward destruction.

Boooom!‍⁠

Finally,⁠ the sword, unable⁠ to withstand the‌ power of the⁠ elves’ world, exploded​‍​ with a deafening​‍ roar.

Geronimo​​⁠ lowered his head‍⁠ with a sigh⁠​ of sorrow as‍ he watched it‍‍‌ burst like a falling star.

Because⁠‍ the sword that​‌ had exploded was‌ not just a sword but a fragment of the​⁠ hope that the​ elves desperately needed.​

“…Perhaps‍ we should have​‌ used the Sword⁠ Master’s blade.”

The⁠​ World Tree had⁠‍ permitted it, and​⁠ the oldest elves⁠ had poured all⁠ their essence into​ creating the forest’s‍‍⁠ barrier.

That⁠ barrier must have‍⁠ been such a heavy and difficult⁠⁠⁠ task since it​‍​ was responsible for‍ the survival of‍‍ a species.

That’s‌‍​ probably why it​ couldn’t hold out⁠⁠ and broke.

“…”‌

Geronimo⁠‍​ looked at the‌ cold fragments of‍‍ the sword cooling‌⁠‌ in front of‌ him and, without​‌‌ saying a word,⁠ began to carefully⁠ caress them in⁠ front of him.‌​​

Under​ the roots of​ the World Tree,‌⁠‌ now dark, Geronimo‌ remained in place,‍‌ curled up, unable​‍‌ to leave for​ a long time.‍

***‌​

A young girl was‍⁠‍ walking through a wide hill, holding‍⁠ a long branch,​‍‌ followed by a group of disheveled-looking‍​ refugees.

Several‍⁠ of the guards⁠​‌ protecting the priestess‌⁠⁠ were very nervous,‍‍‌ as if the‍‍​ current situation was⁠‍ quite frightening, but​​ for some reason,‍ their appearance from⁠⁠⁠ a distance seemed⁠⁠​ quite reliable.

“I’ve‍ been waiting for​ you. Lately, my‍‍ brother… No, I mean, Lord Baradis‌⁠ has been having​ a tough time.”⁠⁠

Waving‌​⁠ the branch through‌⁠⁠ the foliage, the⁠‍ young girl seemed‌‍​ like a child​​ playing.

But​ Vlad knew that‌ beneath that innocence​‍​ lay a mysterious​⁠​ power that could‌​ not be ignored.‌​

“Lord‍‍⁠ Baradis?”

Vlad‌‍ asked in a voice that seemed‌ a bit surprised⁠⁠ by the girl’s‍ words that Baradis⁠‌⁠ was going through‌‍⁠ a difficult time.‍‍‌

The​​​ elf Baradis, the‌‌⁠ leader of the‌‌ rangers.

This​⁠ was because he​ knew that Baradis​‌‌ was not someone⁠‌ easily shaken by​⁠⁠ any adversity.

“Yes.”‌

The​ priestess turned her⁠⁠‌ head in response‌​ to Vlad’s question​‌⁠ coming from behind‍‌ her.

In‍‍‍ doing so, the‌ childlike appearance she​​​ had shown just​⁠ moments before completely​‌ disappeared.

“Because⁠ there was no⁠⁠ one to help‌ him.”

Vlad‌‌ stopped when he⁠‌​ saw the sudden‌​‌ change in the‍‍‌ girl’s expression.

The​⁠ girl’s eyes were⁠⁠ clouded, as if​ she were dreaming,‌‍ but he still‌ felt an intensity‌​⁠ in her gaze.​⁠‌

“But‌​ now it’s okay.⁠ Because Vlad has‍ brought many people⁠ to help.”

However,‌ as soon as‍​ the words ended,‌​⁠ the young priestess⁠ returned to her‌‌ innocent appearance and​⁠​ slowly began to​‍‌ walk forward again.​​​

It‍⁠ seemed she was‍‌ quite excited as‍‍⁠ her quick steps​‌ seemed light.

“There‍ are many more‍ people than I saw in my​⁠ dream. Back then,⁠ there weren’t even⁠‌ half as many​ people as there⁠‌⁠ are now.”

“A‍‍​ dream?”

The‌‌⁠ girl, who continued‌ to look at⁠​​ Vlad, slightly tilted‍ her head to‌ the side and⁠‍ continued speaking as‌⁠‌ she looked at​​ the people of‍‌ the Ruga tribe‌​ following her.

“Yes,‍‍ a dream. In​ the dream that​ the World Tree​‍‌ showed me, I saw this scene.”‌‍‍

The‍⁠​ World Tree is‍‍ the tree closest‌ to the will​‍ of God, and⁠ the young girl,​​‍ as its representative,‍‍​ saw the future‍ through dreams.

However,‌ the future she‌‌ saw through the‍⁠ existence of the‌​ World Tree had‌⁠ already passed through‍​‍ various stages, so​ it was somewhat⁠ blurry and incoherent,‍​ like a child’s⁠​‌ drawing.

“But​‍ this mole didn’t‍⁠ appear in the⁠‌‌ dream I saw.”​‍

Therefore,⁠⁠ when she encountered‌⁠ the future she​​ had seen in⁠⁠‍ reality, it was‍ very different from‌ what she had​​ seen in her‌ dream, which surprised‌⁠‍ her.

Like‍⁠‍ the time when‌ Vlad saved the‍‍ dwarves while wielding​​ his sword over⁠‍​ the sea, or‌ like the mole​⁠‍ that hadn’t appeared⁠ in her vision‍​​ now.

“It‍ must be that‌​​ Vlad brought it⁠ with him. Maybe‌‍ that’s why there​​‌ are more people.”‍

“…”‍

The⁠ girl’s tone was⁠ lively, but there‍​ was a strange​‌‌ tension on Vlad’s‍ face as he‍ listened to her‌‌‌ words.

What⁠​⁠ she said now‌‍ sounded as if⁠‌‍ she were implying‌⁠ that if there‌ hadn’t been a mole, the number‍‌​ of refugees from‍ the Ruga tribe‌ would have been‌‍⁠ halved.

[This⁠​ city is strange,​‍ Vlad.]

Behind‌​ the girl who​‌ uttered meaningful words,⁠ the Elven city‌‍ of Ausurin was‍‌​ slowly coming into​ view.

However,​​ the Elven city⁠‌‍ that had returned​​ after a long‌ time looked very‍‌ different from when⁠​ Vlad left.

[Looking​ at the wooden⁠⁠ fence surrounding it,‍ it seems they⁠‍ are probably preparing⁠‍​ for a battle.⁠​ And on a large scale.]

Following​‌​ Kihano’s words, Vlad⁠‌ inspected Ausurin from⁠⁠⁠ a distance.

Indeed,​ just as Kihano‌ said, the now⁠​ visible Elven city⁠ was filled with​‍ clearly erected wooden‍‍​ fences.

Creeeeeak-‍

Perhaps‌ because they saw​‍​ the refugees from‌ the Ruga tribe,​‍ the gates of‍ the city of‌​‌ Ausurin began to​​ open slowly.

In‌ a place as​‌‌ majestic as human⁠ walls, there stood⁠⁠‌ a man with‌‌ navy blue hair,⁠‍ looking at Vlad‍⁠ with his arms‍​⁠ crossed.

“So⁠ it was you,‍‍‍ after all. Vlad‌ Aureo.”

Baradis,​‌‍ the leader of​ the rangers.

He‌ smiled bitterly as​‍‌ he looked at​⁠​ the crowd of‍​ people brought by‍​‍ his younger sister,‌ who had sneaked‍‌⁠ out, and raised⁠​ a hand slightly‍ towards the familiar‍ blond hair.

***‍​‍

“As​‌ always, you’re doing⁠​⁠ unpredictable things.”

“Thank‍‍ you for opening⁠⁠ the door for⁠‍‌ us, Baradis.”

“I‌‍ opened it for​‍ you, not for‌‍ the Ruga people.”‌‍‍

After‍⁠ leaving the Ruga⁠‌ refugees in a temporary shelter, Vlad‍⁠⁠ followed Baradis as​‌ they walked toward‍⁠ where the elders⁠‍ were.

The​ elven residence built‌​​ within a large⁠​ tree was something‍‌ amazing to see​ even after all‌​‌ this time, but⁠⁠‍ at this moment,⁠​ Vlad didn’t have‌‍‍ time to be⁠​ impressed by the‍ elven style.

“So,‍​⁠ there’s no need​‍‍ to thank me.⁠‌ My authority here⁠‌ is temporary. For​ them to be⁠ allowed to stay‌‍‌ in Ausurin, you’ll​​⁠ need the approval‍ of the Council​ of Elders.”

The‌⁠ elves were a race that didn’t​ easily allow access‌​ not only to​⁠‌ humans but to⁠ other races as⁠ well.

For⁠ the elves who⁠‍ had survived until‍⁠ now thanks to‌‍ such an exclusive​ attitude, the hundreds‍ of refugees who‌​ suddenly arrived would‌​ not be welcomed.⁠‌

“They‍ are people without‌⁠ a place to‌⁠‌ go. And I’m‍ also responsible for‌‍ their situation.”

“You’ll​⁠ need to explain‌‌⁠ all of that​⁠ clearly to the⁠ elders you’re about‌‍‌ to meet.”

Baradis,⁠ who had been‌​ walking down the​‍ hallway for a while, stopped in​‌‍ front of the‌ large door he‍‌‍ had seen before‍‌⁠ and looked at‌⁠ Vlad.

“Are‌⁠ you ready?”

“…Yes.”⁠‍⁠

Vlad‍ silently placed the⁠‍‍ still-sleeping mole from‍ his head into​‍‌ his arms and​ took a deep‍‍‌ breath as he‌ looked towards the​​ door to the‍‍ conference room where‍ the elders were​‌ waiting.

“Then,‍ I wish you​⁠⁠ luck.”

Creeeeak-‍⁠⁠

With‌ a gesture of‌ Baradis’s hand, a bright light began‌⁠​ to enter through‍‌ the opening door.​

As​​‍ Vlad grew accustomed‍ to the light,‌ the vast meeting‌‌‍ hall was revealed‍‌⁠ before him.

More‌ than ten elders,​‌​ seated here and‍ there upon the​‌‌ massive tree roots‍‍ entwined like stairs,‍ were all looking‍⁠ at Vlad.

“…It‌‌ has been a long time, young⁠‌‍ human knight. Vlad.”⁠

The⁠⁠​ old elf seated​‌ highest among them​⁠ gestured toward Vlad⁠⁠ and smiled faintly.‌

The⁠‍ old Geronimo, the⁠‌ eldest of the‍ elves, remembered the‍ young knight who​ had saved their‍‍ World Tree and⁠ was pleased to‍ see Vlad return.‌​

“It​ seems you’ve been⁠⁠‌ through a lot.‍ You’ve grown much​⁠⁠ more than before.”⁠

The⁠ potential that had‍​‍ shone when Vlad⁠⁠‍ struck down the​⁠‍ dragon Nidhogg had‌‍ now fully developed.⁠‌

However,⁠ the way Geronimo⁠⁠‌ saw Vlad now​ was incomparable to‍‌ back then, and​​ the elder’s heart​​ seemed somewhat satisfied⁠‍​ with the young⁠ potential that had⁠​ grown so rapidly.​

“…I‌ hope you’ve been‍​​ well, Great Elder.”​

However,​‍ as the child‍‌ grows, the elder‍⁠ becomes older.

Even​⁠ while sitting there,​ Geronimo’s energy was‌ clearly low enough‍​​ for Vlad to‍ notice.

“I⁠‌ would like to​‌ say we’ve been⁠⁠ well, but that‌‍ is not the​ sad reality we‌‌‌ face.”

Watching⁠‌ Geronimo’s fingers tremble‌‌ slightly, Vlad began‌ to quietly observe​‌‌ the other nearby​ elders.

“Something‌ has happened.”

Although‌‍⁠ it wasn’t as‍‍‌ severe as Geronimo,​​‍ all the elders‌‍‍ seemed to have⁠‌ been drained of⁠‌ energy.

Seeing‌​​ them like this,​‍ Vlad could tell‌ that something significant⁠​‌ was happening in​⁠‍ Ausurin at that‍​‌ moment, even if‍‍‍ it wasn’t for‍​ the wooden fences​‌‍ surrounding the place.‍‌

“I‌‍​ don’t know what⁠⁠ has happened, but‌​ I believe I can help. So⁠​ please…”

“You‌‍‍ must take the‌ Ruga far away‍ from here.”

It‍‍‍ seemed that Baradis​ also wanted him‍ to be here.‍‍‌

Because‍​ of this, Vlad⁠​ thought that if⁠‌ he handled things⁠‍⁠ well, he could​‍ wrap up the‌⁠⁠ situation with the‌ Ruga people, but‌ the words that‍ came out of⁠‍​ Geronimo’s mouth were‌⁠​ surprisingly firm.

“If‍⁠ possible, it would‍​‌ be better if‍ you leave soon.​ That would be​‍‍ better for them‌⁠⁠ as well.”

Geronimo‍ coughed with difficulty​​ as he asked‍⁠​ them to leave,‌ but his attitude⁠​​ showed neither annoyance‌‌ nor rejection toward‍​‌ anyone.

“Soon,⁠​ a human lord⁠‍​ will attack this​‍‍ place.”

“A​​ human lord?”

“Yes.‌‍​ I’m sure you‌‌ know him. Count​ Vitskaya.”

Count⁠⁠‌ Vitskaya was definitely‌⁠​ a familiar name.​⁠

“And‍‍​ moreover, the resurrected⁠⁠‍ ones are targeting​ our forest with⁠ their horrible forms.⁠‍‌ In other words,⁠​​ this place cannot‍ be a safe‌​‍ refuge for the​‍‌ Ruga.”

And⁠ the “resurrected ones”​⁠‌ was another expression⁠ that was also‍ familiar.

“…The⁠‌​ resurrected ones.”

Names‌ he didn’t expect​​ to hear in‍ this place.

Vlad⁠ had sought out‌⁠ the Ruga tribe⁠ in his struggle‍‌‍ against Frausen, and‌ now he found​⁠ traces of them​ here, in Ausurin.‍⁠​

“Are⁠‌ they coming here‍ now?”

Nobles,‌⁠ clerics, and even‌​​ the imperial family,‍‌‌ the owners of⁠⁠‍ the empire.

It‍⁠‍ was Vlad who⁠​‍ had arrived in‌ the city of​​​ Namarka in search⁠​​ of their presence,‌‍ only to be‍⁠‌ ignored by all‍​⁠ those in charge.‌‍

Even​ though he was‍⁠ driven out by⁠​‍ the oldest dragon‍‌ there, Vlad didn’t​​‌ lose sight of‍‍‌ his original purpose,⁠ not even when‌​‌ he was crushed.​

“Yes.‍‍ They are staining​⁠⁠ our forest black‍​⁠ as they approach.”​

Hearing⁠‌ Geronimo’s words, Vlad‌ clenched his fist‌‍ around the hilt‌‌‌ of his sword.‍​‍

“…”‌‌

His‍​ anger was conveyed⁠ through the hand‍​​ he gripped tightly.‍‍‌

The​‍⁠ Dragon Slayer Sword,‍​ which understood the‍ anger because it‌‌​ mirrored its owner,⁠ began to tremble​​ slowly as Vlad⁠‌ held his hand⁠​ firmly.

Rumble-rumble-rumble-⁠‌

Vlad’s‌ sword began to​​‌ tremble even more‌​‌ as it resonated​ with the beating‌​⁠ of its owner’s⁠‍⁠ heart.

A silver light shone⁠ through the blade⁠ of the dragon-slaying‌‍‌ sword, which was⁠⁠ gradually emerging from⁠⁠‍ its sheath.

“…Hmm?”‍‍

Geronimo’s‍‍ eyes began to‌ widen as he‌‌ recognized that familiar⁠‍⁠ light.

Not‍ only Geronimo, but⁠ also several elders⁠ beside him began​ to slowly lean‍​‍ forward as if‌‍ they were hypnotized.⁠

“Even⁠​ so, I beg‌​⁠ you, Great Elder.‍⁠‍ Please allow the‍ Ruga to stay⁠‍​ here temporarily. They⁠⁠‍ have nowhere else⁠⁠ to go.”

The⁠‌ young knight wasn’t​‍‌ the only one​‌⁠ who had grown‌‌⁠ since their last​‌ farewell.

Vlad’s‌ sword was now⁠⁠ wrapped in a glorious silver light​ instead of the⁠ blue light it⁠‌ once had, and⁠⁠⁠ the elders who‍⁠ recognized it stood‌ up one by⁠‌ one.

“If‌​​ you do, I will also repay‍ you with my‌​ sword.”

Do‌‍ what you have‍‍ to do where‍‌‍ you need to‌‍‌ be.

The‌​ only thing I can promise is⁠​​ with the sword⁠⁠ I hold.

The⁠‍​ young knight who‍‍‌ had raised the​ most honorable sword⁠​ to protect the‌⁠⁠ World Tree now​ spoke as he⁠‍​ raised his own‍ sword.

“…The‍‌⁠ Silver Knight.”

Just‍ like back then,​​⁠ he promised to‍⁠ fight with a sword of the‍‌ same color.

Just​‌ like the Sword‍‍‍ Master’s blade that‌​‍ had protected the⁠‍⁠ young World Tree⁠ that day, the⁠‍⁠ sword Vlad held‍ now shone in‍ the same silver​​ color.

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