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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 242: Between the Cracks (1)

Chapter 242: Between the Cracks (1)

Warm‍⁠ sunlight filtered through‍ the thick leaves.​⁠​

It‌‍⁠ was hard to‌ believe that this‍​‍ peaceful and clear​‍‍ forest had been‌‌‍ the scene of‍‌ a fierce battle⁠‍ the day before.‌‌

Even⁠ the corpses that‍⁠ had been wildly‍ rampaging through the​⁠⁠ quiet forest, where‍‌ only the birds’​ songs could now⁠ be heard, had⁠⁠⁠ fallen into a deep sleep from‍‍‌ which they would‌ never awaken, as‌‍⁠ if they had​​‍ finally found rest.‌​​

“Are​⁠​ you awake?”

However,‌‍​ eternal sleep was‌‌ only reserved for‍​​ the dead.

Unlike⁠ them, Vlad, who⁠ had just opened​‍ his eyes, slowly‍⁠ turned his head​‌⁠ at the sound‌​ of the young‍⁠​ girl’s voice resonating‌​ in his ears.‌‌​

“…”​

“They​‌‌ said that man‌ didn’t die. What‍​⁠ a relief, right?”‌

The​‍‌ price of embracing​ the World Tree‍​ had not been⁠‌⁠ small, and Vlad‍ still felt an‌‌‍ unbearable pain throughout​ his body. For‍‍‌ that reason, he‍‌ could barely articulate​‍‌ a word, but⁠​ the young priestess​ kept chattering endlessly,‌⁠ as if she‌ already knew what‍​⁠ Vlad wanted to​‍ say.

“But‌ he was quite⁠⁠⁠ seriously injured, so‍⁠⁠ he might lose​‌ the mobility in⁠‍‍ one of his⁠​‌ arms.”

“Ugh.”‌​

It‌‌‍ was Vlad who​​​ had exhausted all‍‌ his energy from​⁠​ speaking due to‍‌ yesterday’s fierce battle.‌

Even​⁠ so, he felt​‍ uncomfortable being in​‌ front of the​ priestess, so he‌ made an effort⁠‍ to get up⁠‌ and straighten his⁠ back.

“….In⁠⁠ that case, it‍⁠⁠ could have been‌​ worse.”

The​‍ sunlight shone on​ the priestess’ head⁠​⁠ as she stood​​‍ by the window.⁠

Her​‌​ silvery-blond hair shimmered⁠‌⁠ dazzlingly, which was‌⁠ hard to bear‍​ for Vlad, who‌ had just opened‍‍ his eyes, but​‍‍ even so, he⁠⁠​ could make out‌‌‌ the small picture‍ book she was⁠‌ holding.

“What’s⁠‌ that? Is it‍ a revelation?”

“No.”‍

Although⁠‍‍ the priestess usually⁠​⁠ received revelations through⁠‌ her drawings, today​⁠ didn’t seem to‍‌ be the case,⁠‌‍ and she smiled⁠​‌ sweetly.

“You​ no longer need⁠‌ any revelations from‌ Vlad.”

For​​​ some reason, the⁠​‍ words the priestess⁠ had just spoken‍⁠ carried a strange​ resonance. Vlad, distracted‍ for a moment⁠ by her words,‌⁠ suddenly saw a blank sheet of‍‍‍ drawing paper resting‍‍⁠ in her hand.‍

“He​⁠⁠ said to thank⁠‌ you, for drawing⁠‌ such a wonderful⁠⁠‌ picture in his‍‍​ place.”

“…Really?”​

It‍‍​ was a page⁠‍ torn from the‌ book she was‌‍​ holding. Although the​​ sheet didn’t seem​​ particularly elaborate, as‍​‍ he looked at​ it, a faint‌‍ smile began to⁠⁠ form on Vlad’s‌‌ face.

“But‍‍ you still don’t​⁠⁠ know how to⁠‌​ draw.”

“Huh?”​⁠

As‍⁠‍ always, it was⁠​‌ a clumsy, uneven⁠​‌ drawing.

The‌ drawing looked like‌​‍ it had been‍ done by a small child; in‌‍‌ it, there was‍⁠ a smiling tree—despite⁠‌ being a tree—and‍​⁠ Vlad standing beside‍​‍ it with a sword in his⁠‌ hand.

***‍

Deep‌ within the elven⁠‍ city. A pitiful⁠‌ cry could be⁠⁠ heard from the⁠‍​ elven prison, which‌‌​ was completely dark,‌‍ unlike the sunny⁠ exterior.

“Oh‌‌‍ my God! Please!”⁠⁠‍

An​‌ urgent sound came​‍ from Count Vitskaya,‌‌⁠ who was hanging​⁠‍ upside down. He‍‍ seemed to have⁠‌‌ been severely tortured,‌ as he was⁠​ covered in blood,​‌ but it seemed⁠ as though he‌ had been interrogated‍⁠ by a highly⁠‍ skilled expert because​ there were no‌ fatal wounds.

“Bishop⁠⁠ Pedro, my faith​⁠ in God has⁠‌⁠ never wavered. Even‍‍‍ if you were‌​‍ to ask me⁠‌ to recite a prayer right now,​‍ I could do⁠​⁠ so without making‍‍‍ a single mistake…⁠‍​ Aaaah!”

Schrrnnng-⁠

Though⁠ the Count pleaded⁠‍‌ for his innocence⁠ with a desperate‍ voice, the priest⁠‍ standing before him⁠‌ seemed to have‍‌ no intention of​ listening to his‌⁠‌ confession. Bishop Pedro,‍ who held a hot iron instead‌⁠‌ of the Bible,‌ meticulously peeled away⁠‌⁠ the remaining skin⁠​‍ with a calm‍​‌ expression and posed‌ a question to‍‌ the Count.

“When​‌⁠ did you start​ collaborating with them?”‍‌‌

“Aaah!‍ Aaah!”

“Five‍‌⁠ years ago? Or‍⁠⁠ perhaps longer?”

The‌⁠‍ Count’s horrible screams⁠​ echoed through the‌⁠‍ cell, so much‍ so that the​‌ elves outside the‍‌​ bars turned their‍ faces away, unable​ to bear the⁠ scene.

However,‌‌‍ as a faithful⁠⁠ follower of God’s‍‍⁠ will, Pedro simply⁠‍ did his job⁠ silently, seeking the‍ truth even in⁠ this hellish scene.⁠

“You’d‌ better not try‍⁠‍ to deceive me.‌⁠ The Vatican has⁠ had its eye‌ on you as⁠⁠‌ an impure person‍​ for a long‌​ time.”

“Aaah!”⁠‌

Count⁠⁠ Vitskaya’s face grew⁠​⁠ increasingly pale when​⁠‌ Pedro said he​‍‍ had been watching‍‌⁠ him for a long time.

Bishop‍ Pedro. An exorcist‌​‌ and inquisitor of‌‌‌ heresy of whom‌‍ the Vatican was‍‍​ proud.

Before​‍ him, who had‌ claimed to have‍⁠‍ killed dozens of⁠​ wicked beings and​⁠​ personally burned hundreds​ of non-believers, Count‌⁠​ Vitskaya was just​‌‌ easy prey.

“…It⁠ wasn’t exactly collaboration…”‍

“The​​ elves say that​⁠​ Absilon wasn’t created⁠ as a poison‍ that could induce⁠‍‍ suicide.”

Pedro‍‍​ set down the​​ hot iron and​ took a small​​‌ pair of tongs‍‍ while continuing his‍‌ questioning.

They‍ were a pair‌‍⁠ of tongs that‌ seemed harmless to​‍‌ anyone, but the⁠‍‍ Count was actually⁠‍​ more afraid of‍ the small tongs,​‌ whose purpose he‍‌ couldn’t understand, than‍ of the hot‍‍ iron.

“Though⁠ it is highly‍​ addictive, it wasn’t⁠‍​ something that couldn’t⁠‌ be abandoned.”

“…”‍‍

Absilon,⁠‌ the elven drug⁠ that had shaken⁠​​ the capital of⁠‍‌ Brigantes. The number​‌ of court nobles​​‌ who committed suicide​⁠⁠ after coming into‌ contact with the⁠‌ drug numbered in‌‌​ the dozens, so‍‌ it must have⁠⁠‍ been a product‍‌ that could not‌ have been distributed⁠ without malicious intent.‍‍

“When​‌‌ was that deadly‌⁠ poison added to⁠ the elves’ resentment?”‍⁠

However,‍ even the elves‌ who created Absilon‌⁠ said it wasn’t‍​​ a drug designed⁠‌ to kill someone.‌​⁠

They⁠⁠‍ said that, while‌ they may have⁠⁠​ intended to slowly‌⁠‌ sicken the empire,​ they didn’t want⁠‌ such an extreme‌ outcome.

The⁠ elves knew very‌‍ well that if‍⁠ they truly did‌​ that, Ausurin would⁠‍‌ be in danger‌‍ from the Empire.‍

“From‌ what I see,‌‌ it seems that‍​ this came from​​ your territory.”

Someone​​ had added poison​‌​ to the empire.‌​​

Using‍‍‍ a shield called‍ the Elves before⁠ them.

Through⁠‍‍ the Count’s trembling‍ eyes, Pedro became​ convinced that there‍⁠ were beings who‍⁠ incited hatred among‍‍ each other while⁠​ borrowing others’ names.​‌​

“Was‍‍ it the work‍ of the Dragon⁠‍ Blood Duke?”

Constantly​ drawing and dividing​ lines between each⁠​ other.

There⁠ were people smiling​​‌ amidst the deep‌‍‌ conflict that had​​‌ emerged.

A faithful servant of‍​ God finally began​ to shine a small torch on​​ those people who​⁠ were crouching in​ every corner of⁠ the world.

“I’ll​ talk! So please!”‍​

Pedro,‌⁠​ who acted with⁠​ anger instead of​‍‍ the holy word​‍ of God in‌⁠⁠ the righteous path‍‌​ he believed in.​‌

However,⁠⁠ the appearance of‍ the venomous insects‌‍ that Pedro heard‍‍‍ about through the‍ Count’s mouth was‌‌‌ far more repugnant‌ than Pedro had‌‌ expected.

***​‍

Sounds​​ of anger echoed‍ from the damp‌‍‍ corridor.

They‌⁠ were such eerie‌​​ sounds that they⁠‌ sent shivers down​⁠‍ one’s spine, but⁠​ Joseph, who was​ secretly hiding behind​‌ the door, only​‌ focused on listening‌​ attentively.

-We⁠‍‌ must scatter again,​ immediately. We’ve already‌‍ revealed too much.​​

-Disperse‌⁠ after we’ve gathered‌​⁠ with such effort?⁠ It could take‌​⁠ centuries to reunite!‌‌

Beyond​‌ the door where⁠ Joseph stood, dozens​⁠ of sorcerers were⁠ speaking fiercely, their‌‍ faces filled with​‌ bloodlust.

Though​ there were at⁠ least a hundred⁠‌ of them, counting​‌‍ those who remained⁠‌⁠ silent, the fact‌ that no other‌ noise could be​ heard only added⁠ further tension to‍ the situation.

-If‍ not now, we’ll‍​ never have another‍​ opportunity! Never in⁠ history has the⁠⁠ Empire been plunged​ into such chaos‌⁠​ as it is‌‍ now!

With​ Ramashthu temporarily withdrawn‌ due to the​‌ wound inflicted by⁠‌⁠ Vlad, the sorcerers​ she had summoned‌⁠ began to bare‍⁠‌ their teeth.

Though‌⁠ they belonged to⁠ the same world,⁠ each had different‍​ dreams. They began‌​ to raise their‌ voices at each​​ other as if‍‌ now was their‌ chance to achieve⁠ their goals.

-Now​‌ is the time‌‌ to step forward‍‍ and rule the⁠ empire! This is​ truly the birth​ of a great⁠​‍ magical empire!

-I’m‍‍‍ not interested in‌​​ something so trivial.‍‍​ I’m only here‍‌​ for the world​ creation art she‌⁠ promised.

-Let’s‌​ start with the⁠ Vatican and the​​​ Northern Orthodox Church!⁠⁠‌ How many of‌‌‌ our comrades have‌​ we lost at​‍‌ the hands of⁠‌‌ those damned ones?‌

For‍⁠‍ some, it was⁠⁠‌ for an ambition⁠​ they couldn’t reach,‍ for others, for‍‌ a truth they‍​⁠ couldn’t find, and‍‌⁠ for others, for‍ a vengeance buried⁠ deep in their‍⁠ bones.

Joseph‌⁠‍ could feel that​‌‌ each word they⁠‌‌ spoke was steeped⁠⁠ in a darkness‌‌‍ so deep it​​⁠ would turn the​⁠‌ world black.

But‌ their extreme words‍ reached no one’s‍ ears, and so⁠ far had only⁠‍ remained in a void, as no​ one had paid​ attention to them.‌​

-······First​‌ of all, it’s‍ true that now‌‍​ is the right⁠‍‍ time for us​ to achieve something.⁠

Until‍ Ramashthu appeared and‍​⁠ gathered them all‌ under her command.‍

At‍⁠ that moment, Joseph​ recognized a familiar‍‌‍ voice coming from⁠⁠ inside the door.​

An​ unknown headless knight‍ who was Ramashthu’s⁠⁠‌ loyal follower.

When​ the man who‍​‌ had led Joseph⁠ deep into the‌ corridor opened his⁠‌‌ mouth, the sorcerers‌⁠⁠ who had been‍⁠‍ heated moments before‌​‍ began to fall​ silent.

-For⁠⁠‍ that, the great​ feat of Ramashthu,⁠ something we all⁠​​ agreed upon, must‌⁠‍ first be accomplished.‌

What‌ feat was Ramashthu⁠‍ trying to achieve​​ first?

What​⁠‍ tricks had they⁠⁠​ implemented so far‍⁠ to achieve it?‍

Joseph’s‌​ ears began to‍ inch closer to‌‍ the door to‌‌‍ listen to what‍‍​ the headless knight⁠ was trying to‌‌ say.

-Although‍​ the Dragon Blood​ Duke betrayed us,​‌ we still have​ another fragment of‍‌ the dragon.

The‍​ army of Radu​⁠‍ surrounding the city‍ of Moshiam clearly⁠‌‌ seemed suspicious.

Perhaps‌ at that time,​⁠​ Ramashthu and the‍⁠ Dragon Blood Duke​ had been allies,​‌‍ using a dragon‍ fragment to lure‌‍‌ him in.

-Additionally,​ we’ve already collected‍ the essence of‌‌​ the spirits and‍ the potential of‍⁠ the children. All‍‍ that remains is⁠ the root of​‍ the World Tree.‌⁠

The​ most perfect fragment‍ of the world,‌‌ the potential of​ the young to⁠⁠‌ become anything, and​⁠​ the root of​ the World Tree‍⁠ that rises to‌ the heavens.

-Once‌ we have all‌⁠‍ of that, Ramashthu‌⁠ will become the‍‌ master of her⁠‌⁠ own world.

Through‍⁠ them, Ramashthu sought⁠​​ to become a god.

Even‍ for the sake‌ of the fragile‌‌ children whom the‌ current world simply​ ignored.

In‌​ the world she​​ dreamed of, no‍‌​ child would suffer,‍‌ but to achieve‍⁠ it, she had⁠ chosen the path‍ of the worst‍ imaginable blasphemy.

“…!”‌‌‌

Joseph,‍​‌ who finally realized‌‍ Ramashthu’s true purpose,​⁠​ let out a gasp.

Her⁠‍ grand plan, which‌ surpassed the imagination​ of any mortal,​⁠ caused Joseph to⁠‌ let out a sigh from deep​​‍ within his heart‍ without even realizing​ it.

Creak!​​

And⁠⁠‌ in a place​​‍ where no one⁠ was breathing, Joseph’s​‌ breath was something‌ completely foreign.

The‌​ headless knight, noticing⁠ the sound, pushed‌‌ his chair back‌‍ with a screeching‍‌​ noise.

-Who’s​⁠ there?

The‍ headless knight’s steps‍‍ slowly approached from‍ inside the room.‍⁠

But​‍ Joseph, who had‌‍ nowhere to run,‍‌ couldn’t hide his⁠⁠ panic and didn’t​ know which direction⁠‍ to flee.

-I⁠‌ knew it could‌ only be you,⁠​⁠ Joseph of Bayezid.‍‌

Through‍ the door that‍⁠⁠ slowly creaked open,​​ a blue flower‌‌ floated, carried by⁠​‌ the headless knight.‍‌

As⁠‍ his eyes, infinitely‌⁠ cold because they‌​‍ held death, swept​​‌ over him, Joseph‍ felt as if‍‌‍ his heart had​‌‍ stopped.

-······.‌‍​

However,⁠⁠ the headless knight​‍ did not approach⁠ Joseph any further.‍‌‍ He simply stood​ still, staring over​ his head, as‍‍​ if frozen in‌ place.

-Have‌‍ you returned?

“Yes.”​

Suddenly,‍‍‌ Joseph was startled​‍ by the voice‌‍ coming from above​‍ his head.

“It​⁠ seems you’ve gotten⁠ lost after I sent you on‍ an errand.”

Though‍‍ Joseph was not⁠‌ a knight, he‌‍‌ had sharp perception.‍‍‌ But now, behind⁠⁠‌ him stood a man who had‌​‌ lost all color.‍

The‌ man, whom I don’t know how‍​ long he had‌‌‍ been standing there,​​‌ opened his mouth​ while looking at⁠⁠ the natural blue‌​ flower before him.‍‍

“Let​ me take this‍⁠ guy with me.”‌⁠

-······Alright,‍‌​ Lord Frausen.

“Oh,⁠ and by the⁠ way…”

Frausen,‍ turning Joseph by‌⁠ his stiff shoulders⁠⁠​ and taking him⁠ along with him,​ added.

“You‌ still don’t possess‌ the heart of‍‍​ the dragon, right?”⁠

Pointing‍‌ to his heart​​​ with a raised​⁠‌ finger.

“If​‍ you want to‍​⁠ obtain the legitimate‌‍‌ right to it,​ you’ll first have⁠ to kill Sarnus,​ as we agreed.”‍‌

You‌‍⁠ get death, and‌​​ I get the​‍ fragment.

Because‍⁠ that was the‍⁠‌ contract we made‌‍ that day in⁠‌ the forest.

With​‍‍ those words, the⁠‌ man who returned⁠ from the dead‍⁠ and the man‌ headed toward death⁠‍ began to walk‍⁠‍ down the dark‌​​ corridor.

A hallway they would⁠⁠ never leave, yet‍ they continued to​‌​ advance without stopping.​

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