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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 239: Successor (1)

Chapter 239: Successor (1)

A long time ago.⁠

The​‌‌ first period of⁠⁠ the empire, which‌​ no one remembers​‍ anymore.

In‌⁠ those times, the​‌ eastern region of‌‍ the Empire was​⁠​ nothing more than​ a desolate wasteland.‌⁠‍

Unlike‍‍‍ the fertile West,‍⁠ where the World‌​‍ Mother Tree was​ located, the barren,​​​ arid East, where‌‌ not even a blade of grass‍‌⁠ could grow, was​⁠ a land ignored‍⁠ even by the‌‍​ surrounding lords.

“…It‍‍‍ seems the children‌‌⁠ have been very​​ hungry.”

A dry and desolate‍⁠‌ land.

The⁠ man who was‌‍ looking around smiled‍ bitterly at the​‍⁠ sight of the⁠​ children’s eyes watching⁠ him.

Although‍‍ they were strangers,⁠‍‌ the children’s eyes,​ which followed them,⁠⁠ shone with anticipation⁠ for food.

“Because‍ there’s not much​ to eat.”

“Not​‍​ even the elves​‌‍ can make this​‍ land prosper?”

Every⁠⁠‍ time the man‍‌​ took a step,⁠ the village children​‍ drew closer to‍​‌ him.

However,‍⁠⁠ the man felt⁠‍‍ a bit sad‍ because the children⁠ who now clung⁠⁠ to him did⁠ so not out‍ of innocent curiosity.‍⁠

“…This‍⁠ is a land​ that cannot be‌​​ saved, even by‍‍ anyone other than⁠​‌ our elves. Your⁠‌‌ Majesty.”

The​ young Geronimo looked⁠‍‍ at the man‌‌‌ in the deep⁠‌​ robe and called⁠‍​ him “Your Majesty.”​‍⁠

It‌ was a title‍ that could only‌ be given to‌​⁠ the most powerful‌​ man on the⁠ continent, but the​ man Geronimo was⁠‍⁠ looking at at‍⁠ that moment seemed⁠‍ too worn-out to‌‌ receive the glorious⁠‍ title of Your⁠⁠ Majesty.

“What​ do you think‌ now that you’ve​‍⁠ seen it? Do‌‍​ you feel relieved?”​​

The​​ sleeves covering his‍‍ thin body were‌⁠​ wide.

In​‍ Geronimo’s eyes, which⁠‍​ had become very‍​ dry after giving​‌​ away his own⁠‍‌ food, it seemed​‌ that only bitter‌​‍ venom remained.

“In‍‌ the end, the‌‍ king of humans​⁠ only thought about⁠⁠ humans. What the‍‌​ elder chief said​ was true.”

“…”​​​

There​⁠‌ was once a knight who harbored‌ a radiant intent⁠ like a star.⁠

He‍​ was also someone‍‍ who gathered the⁠‍ potential of all‍‍⁠ the races of​‌⁠ the world into‌‍⁠ a single sword‌​ to eliminate the​​‌ most perfect dragon.‍⁠

“I’m‍‍ sorry.”

However,‌​⁠ the man who‌ was now removing⁠​ his robe was‍​ not the knight​‍‌ who had shone‌​ so brightly back‍​​ then.

The⁠​⁠ old man, whose‌‌‍ face was covered​ in wrinkles filled‍ with regrets, was⁠ a liar who⁠ could not even​⁠‍ fulfill the promises‌‍ he said he‍ would keep.

“To‍ destroy the most⁠‍‌ perfect being, I borrowed too much.‍ While returning them,‌‌​ I could not⁠ concern myself with‌‍​ you.”

“Please‌‍⁠ return.”

Geronimo‌ stopped walking and‍ murmured quietly.

However,‍ his calm yet‌‌⁠ clear voice entered‍​ Frausen’s heart and‍ sank heavily.

“Come‍​⁠ back and send⁠⁠ us food if​‍​ you can.”

At​‌​ his feet, where‌ he stopped, was‍​ a very small‍ sapling.

The​ sapling, which did‍ not even reach‍‍‍ the waist of⁠⁠ an adult, seemed‍ precarious as if​‍⁠ it might wither‌‍‌ and die at‌ any moment, perhaps‍ because it stood⁠ on dry land.​

“May​ your compassion allow‍‌⁠ us to survive‌‌ the winter.”

“Geronimo.”‍‌‌

An‌‌ elf begging for‌‍‍ food and a young World Tree‍‍‍ that had not‌ even properly rooted.​‍

Faced‌⁠‍ with their miserable⁠​ appearance, Frausen deeply‍‍‌ regretted coming here‍⁠ too late.

“…Don’t​‌ do this, don’t⁠‍ beg. You have‌⁠ the right to​ stand with dignity.”​​

Elves‍‌‍ who had to⁠ sacrifice their World‍⁠ Mother Tree to​‌​ destroy the most‌ perfect dragon.

But‌⁠ now, instead of‌‌⁠ past glory, their​‍‍ lives had been‍‌ reduced to begging‌‍‌ with outstretched hands⁠⁠‍ to others.

Click-​⁠‍

“Your‌‌‍ Majesty?”

Their‍‌‍ misery was ultimately‌ his fault.

Even⁠‍‌ though I fulfilled​ my duties as‌⁠⁠ a knight, it‌ was my fault⁠ for not being⁠‍ able to fulfill⁠⁠ my duties as​‌ emperor.

“I’m‍​‍ sorry it took⁠⁠ so long to‌‌ repay this debt.”‌⁠‌

Clang-!⁠‌‌

Frausen‍ drew his sword​​​ and without hesitation​ drove it into​ the ground in‍​⁠ front of the​ small sapling of‌⁠ the World Tree.‍​

Although‍‍ its owner had⁠ aged and worn⁠‍ down, the sword​ still shone with‌‌⁠ its silver brilliance.⁠

“…Obtained​‌ from the Lady‍​‌ of the Lake,‌‍ blessed by God,​​ and ruled by⁠​ a flame that‍​⁠ never extinguishes.”

“What⁠ are you doing⁠‍⁠ now?”

The​ young Geronimo was‍‍​ surprised by Frausen’s‍ sudden action, but⁠⁠ the old emperor’s‍‌ face only filled⁠ with a relieved​ smile as he​⁠​ looked at him.‌⁠

“Do‌ not remove this‌ sword. Not until⁠​ the children here‌‍‍ stop starving.”

Frausen⁠ sheathed his sword,​ looked at the‍​ children who were​ staring at him‍‍⁠ with wide eyes,‍‍‌ and laughed.

“And⁠​‌ until this young⁠ World Tree takes⁠​⁠ deep root.”

As​‌ the blue grass​ began to slowly​‌‌ grow around the‌ silver sword, the‍​‍ children, who had‍​‍ never seen that​‍ color in the‌​ wasteland, opened their⁠⁠⁠ eyes wide.

Rumble,​‌⁠ rumble-

A man who left‌​‍ his position of‌ glory to assume‌ a duty he‍‌ had not fulfilled.‍‍⁠

As‌‍ the silver sword⁠ wept at seeing‍‍​ its owner walk‍‍ away, he simply‍⁠⁠ patted it once⁠ and covered himself‌ with his hood⁠⁠‍ again.

“At‌‍​ least I’m glad⁠⁠⁠ I didn’t arrive⁠‌⁠ too late, that‌‍‍ brings me some‍​ comfort.”

A wasteland with nothing,​⁠ a land where‍​⁠ children starved.

And‍‌ someday, the land‍​‌ from which the​ sword would be‌⁠‍ drawn.

The⁠⁠ name they would‌‍ give that place‌ in the future‍ would be the​​ Forest of the​⁠ Elves, Ausurin.

***⁠‍​

The‌⁠‍ tall wooden fence‌‌ seemed majestic, but‍​ it couldn’t block‍‍‍ the ominous air‍⁠ coming from outside‌ the forest.

The⁠⁠ young elves of⁠‍ Ausurin simply widened​‍​ their eyes as‌⁠ if anxious while​‍ watching the village⁠‍‌ become more and​​ more unfamiliar as‍ the adults moved‍ busily.

[There​​​ are the children​ gathered.]

“…”‌

And​​‌ the children of‌ the Ruga tribe⁠‌ noticed it too.‍‍⁠

Vlad​ walked forward without‌ saying a word,​⁠ looking at the‌ children who had‌​⁠ different appearances but‌​ the same look​ in their eyes.​

“The‍‌‍ human army numbers‍‌⁠ around a thousand‌​ men.”

“That‌‍ sounds manageable.”

According‍ to Baradis, who​ was walking with‍ him, the number⁠‌‌ of soldiers gathered‍ by Count Vitskaya‌ was about a thousand.

There⁠ were around 700​‍‌ Ausurin elves fighting‌ against him, so​‍ it didn’t seem‌⁠‌ like there was‌‌ any reason to‌⁠ be at a disadvantage if they​⁠⁠ fought behind a fence.

“…The⁠‌ problem is the‍‍ resurrected ones.”

But‍‌ Count Vitskaya wasn’t⁠ alone.

Behind⁠ him, there were‍ many dark mages⁠ who answered Ramashthu’s‍‌‍ call, and they⁠‌​ were probably still‌‌ burning with desire​⁠ for Ausurin.

“Three‍‌‍ days ago, their⁠‌ number was already​‍ about two thousand.‍ Combined with the​‍​ humans, they form‍⁠‌ an army of​‍ three thousand.”

“…”‌⁠‌

“And‍ it is likely‌⁠⁠ to continue growing.”‌‍⁠

At​⁠ that moment, a sudden wind blew,​​‌ and the smell‍​⁠ of oil began⁠‌ to waft from‍‍ the torch beside⁠‌ me.

Suddenly,‌​‌ an unexpected wind​⁠​ brought the scent​‍ of oil from‌‍⁠ the nearby torches.‍‍‍

“That’s​ why we need‌​ a barrier to‍ reverse the current‌‌ situation.”

The⁠‌​ barrier surrounding Ausurin​​ was protected by⁠‌ the unbreakable promise‌‍​ of the Sword⁠​⁠ Master’s sword.

However,‌‍ ever since the‍‌‌ revived Frausen took‍ the sword, the‍ barrier ceremony that​‌‌ the elves had‌ built over hundreds​ of years was⁠ in a state​​ of failure, like​⁠‍ a safe that⁠‍ had lost its​⁠⁠ key.

“I‌‍‍ beg you.”

With​‍‍ those words, Baradis‌​‌ stopped, indicating that‍ his guidance ended‍‌​ there.

When​​‌ he stopped, there‌​ were elders waiting​ for Vlad in‍‍⁠ front of the‌ young World Tree.‌‌⁠

Their‍​ eyes, which awaited‌ the new Silver‌‍ Knight, were as‍ serious as the​⁠ eyes of the⁠⁠ children he had‍ just seen.

“…Baradis.”‍‌

“Yes?”​

As‌​‌ he followed those‌ hopeful gazes, Vlad⁠​‍ suddenly stopped, as‍​ if remembering something,⁠‍‌ and looked at‍⁠ Baradis.

“Thank‍ you for back‍⁠ then.”

Vlad‍‍​ turned around and⁠‌ was smiling.

It‌‌ wasn’t a bright⁠⁠‌ enough smile to‌ laugh with, but⁠⁠ his somewhat carefree‌ smile eased Baradis’s‌⁠ heart a little.​⁠‌

“I’ll⁠‌ try to settle‌‍ the debt this‍ time. For everything⁠‌ you did for⁠ me.”

From‍‌ the devastated city​ of Deirmar to​⁠‍ the forgotten island​ of the dwarves,⁠ Lemnos.

Vlad‍ kept remembering the‌ elf who had​ been with him⁠​ all this time.‌‍

“Because‍ knights only receive‍‍ just compensation.”

For‌ the elf who​‍‍ quietly stayed by‌ my side when‍‌‌ I needed it⁠ most.

Baradis‍ was speechless for⁠ a moment when​‌ he saw Vlad⁠​⁠ say that he‍⁠​ would take this⁠‍​ opportunity to repay⁠‍‌ the help he​‌ had received.

“…Yes.”​​⁠

With‍‍ those words, Baradis‍‍ remained there for⁠‍ a long time,‌‍⁠ watching Vlad’s back​⁠⁠ as he walked⁠​ farther and farther​ away.

Though‌ he walked to⁠​ fulfill a great‍‌ duty, Vlad showed‌⁠ not the slightest‌ hesitation in his​ steps as he‍ walked towards the⁠ young World Tree.​‌‍

***​‌‍

“Listen,​​ my soldiers!”

The‍⁠‍ troops were lined‍ up along the⁠⁠⁠ edge of the‌​ dense forest.

The⁠ soldiers, who were⁠⁠ largely divided into‌⁠​ two formations, had​⁠​ different appearances and‌‍ also different positions⁠‍ according to their⁠​ respective roles.

“Remember‌‌​ how those damn‍ elves suddenly betrayed‍ us!”

The‌ dead were silent,‍‍​ and the living‍ held their breath‍ to match them.⁠‍‌

Though‌‌​ the formation was​​ filled with a strange silence as​ if they were⁠‍‌ about to go⁠ into battle, only‍​ Count Vitskaya was‍​ shouting loudly to‌ everyone.

“Remember‍​‍ the pain they⁠​ caused us! Now,​‌ while your families‌‍ starve at home,⁠‍ those evil elves‌‌‌ are resting, eating,​‍⁠ and enjoying themselves​⁠‍ in that green​⁠​ forest!”

As⁠ the Count said,‌​ the people in​​⁠ his territory were⁠‌ endlessly starving.

The‌ county of Vitskaya,⁠‌‌ where trade with‍⁠‍ the elves had‌‌‍ been cut off,​ was like a land without a waterway.

At‍ this moment, when‍​ even the support⁠⁠​ from the Dragon⁠​ Blood Duke had‌​ been severed, the‌⁠ only way to‌‍‌ save the territory⁠⁠ suffering from scorching‌ hunger was to⁠ steal from others.⁠‍‍

“Look‍ at that green⁠​ forest! While your‍​ families starve, those‌‌‍ damn elves are⁠‍ relaxing and enjoying​‌ themselves as if⁠ nothing is wrong!”​‌

Accumulated​ resentment seeks a target, and repressed‍ anger needs an⁠​‍ outlet.

Regardless‍ of whether it‍ was right or‍ wrong, they just‍‍ needed something to​ unleash upon, and‍ for the residents‍ of Vitskaya, the​‍​ elves were simply​ excellent kindling.

“Yes!‌​ If it weren’t⁠‌‍ for them, we‌ wouldn’t be in‌‍ this situation!”

“It’s‌ all the elves’​ fault! They started‌ everything!”

To‍ survive, sometimes one‌ needs the courage​⁠⁠ to ignore the‍​ truth and an‍ excuse to attack​‍ others.

Angry‌ shouts toward the​‌‌ elves began to‍​​ erupt from Vitskaya’s⁠ army, which fulfilled‌ all the conditions‍ with a single​ speech.

“In‍ the end, they‍ also seek to​⁠ kill others to⁠‌⁠ survive.”

“…”‌​‌

And‍ there were those‍ watching them from⁠​‌ another camp.

They⁠ were among the​ dead and the⁠⁠‌ ominous creatures that‍‍​ filled the army.‌‍

“What⁠⁠​ do you think,‍ Joseph? Is it‍‍ right to trample​⁠ others to survive?”‍

The⁠ voice that spoke‌ sounded as empty‍⁠‌ as death.

The⁠​ image of a woman dressed in‌​​ black mourning clothes‍ looked at him.‌

The‌‍​ woman, who rejected⁠ the world created​ by God and‌‍ would not even‍‍⁠ set foot on‌⁠‌ the earth, looked‍​ at Joseph with​‌ a truly mysterious‍‌ expression.

“God​‌ is cruel, don’t​ you think? He‍‍​ is the one‌​⁠ who created a world where to⁠​ survive, we must⁠⁠ kill someone to⁠‍⁠ live.”

“…”​⁠‌

Seen⁠⁠ up close, she‍‌ seemed like a very compassionate woman.‌‌​

The‍‌ sight of her​ holding each dead⁠‍ child in her⁠‌ arms was similar‌⁠‍ to that of‌​ the Virgin Mary‌ blessed by God.⁠⁠​ [1]

However,⁠ Joseph could glimpse​​‌ the madness hidden​⁠ behind her gentle⁠‍ smile.

“That’s​ why we must‌‍‍ destroy everything. So⁠‌ that no one‌‍‌ else has to‌​‌ die.”

Some‍ had come this​​‍ far driven by​‌ vile desires, others‍‌ by unfulfilled dreams,​​ and others by​⁠ despair.

Although‌ all the dark⁠‍​ mages who had​⁠ been drawn here‍ by the darkness‌‍ had their own‌​‌ circumstances, Joseph was​ sure that none⁠​​ of them were​​ as mad as⁠​​ Ramashthu standing before​⁠ him.

“And⁠ then we will​ rebuild it.”

Because⁠⁠ she was rejecting‌⁠ the world that⁠ God created with‌​​ a passion purer⁠​ than anyone else’s.​

Joseph​​⁠ could only remain​ frozen as her‌ maniacal smile of​‌​ “And then we⁠​ will rebuild it”‌‌ stared at him.⁠

Rumble-rumble-rumble-⁠

Suddenly,⁠‍​ the ground began‍‌ to shake violently,‌ causing great agitation‌ among Vitskaya’s troops.‌

The‍​⁠ vibration was so‍‌⁠ strong that even‍ the undead, who​‍ were usually insensitive⁠‌‌ to disturbances, wavered.‌⁠​

“An‍ earthquake?”

“No.”⁠‌‌

Ramashthu​‌ slightly lifted her‌⁠ veil, pointing toward‍ the center of‍ the elves’ forest​ with her pale‌ finger.

At‌‍ the end of‍ her hand, a great tree rose‍ toward the sky.‍

“It‍​​ seems the elves​‌ don’t want to⁠‌ die without a fight.”

The⁠ young World Tree‍​ visible in the⁠⁠ distance was glowing.⁠

It⁠‍​ surpassed its original‍​‌ blue color and‌‍ came in all‌‍​ sorts of bright⁠ colors.

“It’s‍ a barrier ritual.”‌‍

The​‌⁠ bright lights were‌​‍ visible even from​‍⁠ outside the forest,​⁠ flickering incessantly like⁠‍ a beacon illuminating​‍‌ the elves’ forest.‍‌​

1:‍⁠ The alternative translation‍​ could be: “Her⁠‌⁠ image, holding the​​‍ dead children in​ her arms, was‌⁠​ reminiscent of a saint blessed by​ God.”

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