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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 249: The Woman Who Cried Black Tears. Ramashthu (1)

Chapter 249: The Woman Who Cried Black Tears. Ramashthu (1)

A dense cloud of‍‍​ suffocating smoke filled​​ the air, as​⁠⁠ if something were​‍ burning.

The​⁠​ cries of children‍‌ could be heard⁠ on the other‍‍⁠ side of the‌ blood-red flames.

Those‌ sinister presences carried⁠​ by the wind‌⁠‌ wrapped around her‍‌‌ heart, filling it⁠⁠ with an indescribable‍‍⁠ anxiety.

“No,⁠ no…”

A nun ran towards‌​‍ the black smoke⁠​‍ in the distance.‌

A small rosary trembled‌⁠ on her chest​‍⁠ as she felt‍⁠⁠ anxious and desperate.‍

It‌ was somewhat crudely​​ polished, small and⁠​ cute, as if​ made by a child.

Now,​​ the tiny hands‌ that had intertwined‌⁠‌ it would soon⁠‌ be reduced to‍ ashes by the⁠ voracious fire.

“Ah,⁠‌​ no… no…”

Ding—dong—‌‌

The​‌ sound of bells⁠​​ echoed as the​ entire village burned.‌​

Corpses‌​⁠ were piled everywhere.‍

And⁠​ beneath the ringing‌​ of those distant‍ bells, the cries⁠‌ of the children​​ who sought her​ filled the air.‌

“No!”‌‌

The‌ wind blew towards‌‍ her as she‍ hurriedly fled, pushing‌‍‍ back the flames.‌​

The​ wind, mixed with​ the children’s last⁠​‍ breaths, began to​⁠‍ caress her tearful⁠​ face and leave​‌ its mark.

Her‌ headscarf fluttered high‌‌‌ in the strong‍‌​ wind.

Her⁠‍‌ burned fingers opened​‌‍ the door glowing​‍ red hot.

Even​ her tears mixed‍ with the ashes⁠⁠‌ and turned completely​‍ black.

“…God.​‍‌ Please!”

However,‍ despite her fervent‌⁠‌ prayers, when she⁠ opened the door,⁠‌ the sight before‍⁠ her was a scene of hell.‍

Because‍​‌ there were images‌‍ of children desperately⁠⁠ stretching out their‌ hands beneath the⁠‌ symbol of God.‌​

And​​‍ in her tears,‌ now stained black,‍ remained only the‌​⁠ final desperate effort‍ of the children,​​ abandoned even by⁠ God.

***⁠‌

The​⁠ laboratory of a sorcerer filled with‍‌ strange-looking specimens.

Normally,‌ the place would​‌‌ be full of‌ gloomy voices, but‌ now it was⁠‌‌ filled only with⁠ swords, blood, and‍​ the cries of​ wicked people.

[Don’t‌ give them time​‍ to cast spells!]‍

“…!”​⁠‌

With​ a sharp warning‌​ echoing in his​⁠​ mind, Vlad’s sword‍ pierced the head‌ of the sorcerer.‌‍​

“Agh!”⁠‍

Vlad’s‍⁠‌ sword, which had‌ been pulled from‌​ the sorcerer’s mouth‌⁠‌ to prevent him‍​ from casting a spell, pierced through‍​ the back of‍ the wicked man’s⁠ head and gleamed‍⁠⁠ fiercely.

[Don’t‌​⁠ let them make‍ signs! When facing‍‍ a mage, time​⁠ and distance are⁠‌ what matter.]

“How​‌​ dare you!”

“Kaaaak!”⁠​

Vlad’s‍⁠‌ eyes began to⁠‌‍ shine at the​‌ strange hand gesture‍‌ seen just in⁠‍​ front of him.⁠

When⁠ dealing with mages⁠‍ who manipulate mysteries,‍ all you need‌ is a quick‌​ movement.

In‍⁠ the flow of⁠‍‌ a lethal strike,‍ someone’s severed wrist‍ began to bounce‍‌ noisily.

“One⁠​⁠ is enough!”

Knights‍‍ cut down sorcerers⁠​ without giving them‌​ time or space.​‍​

With​‍⁠ every strike, they⁠ put the will‍ of God and‍‌‌ their own world‌ first, erasing the‍⁠​ shadows of the‍⁠‍ wicked one by⁠⁠​ one.

“We‍ only need one‍​‍ to guide us!”‍⁠​

And​‍ even a dragon‍‌‌ roared over the⁠‍‍ gleaming blade of‌ a sword.

Vlad,⁠‍‍ with his blond​⁠ hair and blue​ eyes, appeared so⁠‍ fierce that even​‌ the sorcerers who‌ had escaped death⁠‌‌ trembled in fear.‍‌‍

“Repent,‍‍​ damned ones!”

“This‍ is vengeance for​‌ a comrade killed⁠⁠​ by you!”

There‌​‌ was a glimmer​ of madness hidden⁠⁠​ in the righteousness​ exercised by the‍​‍ knights, but today,⁠⁠‌ it was justifiable.​‌

Because‌⁠ today was the‍ only chance to⁠⁠⁠ rid the world​‌ of the poisons​⁠ that had accumulated‌ over hundreds of​​‌ years.

It‍⁠ was truly inevitable‌⁠‍ that the Paladins,‍​‌ who had waited‍‍ so long, harbored⁠ a little selfish‌‍‌ desire at the​‌ tips of their‍ swords.

“Save​⁠ me, save me…”​​

Is‍ there anything more⁠ amusing than someone‌ who’s already dead⁠‌ begging for help?​⁠

But‍ now, a voice⁠ pleading for life‌‌‍ flowed from the⁠‌‌ mouth of the⁠ last remaining sorcerer,‌‍‍ and the tip‍​​ of Vlad’s sword‍‌ trembled before that‌‌ weak voice.

“Where​⁠⁠ is it?”

Though​​ he was a bit late, the‍‍‌ blade still pierced​⁠ his body.

As​⁠⁠ if the sword⁠‌ he had just​‌ swung had punctured⁠‌ his lungs, the⁠‍ sigh he let​‌ out was filled​ with empty air.‍‍‌

“Keh…‍‍​ ugh.”

“Where‌⁠​ is that damned​‌ tree?”

Bang!⁠‍‍

The​ sound of the​⁠ wall shaking was​‍‌ loud and cruel.​‌

It‌‌​ was the sound⁠⁠ made when the‍‌ back of the‍‌ sorcerer’s neck, held‌ by Vlad, slammed⁠ into the wall.‍

“In‌ the center… in‌ the central garden…”‌​

The​‍‌ back of his⁠‌‌ head, now completely​ shattered by the⁠ impact, dripped sticky‌​ blood that was‌⁠ hard to control.⁠

However,⁠⁠⁠ the sorcerer felt⁠⁠‌ more terror from‌ the sight of⁠‌​ Vlad’s eyes right​ in front of‍⁠ him than from​⁠ the unpleasant sensation‍ soaking his neck.‌

“Over‍ there…”

The‌‍‍ fingers of the‍​‍ dark sorcerer, overwhelmed‍‍ by Vlad’s momentum,⁠‌​ began to point‌‍ towards a location.​

Behind⁠ all the oddly⁠⁠‍ dissected corpses, beside​​ specimens that resembled‍ people.

There,‍ a door that⁠⁠‍ hadn’t been visible⁠​ until a moment​⁠ ago slowly began​‍​ to emerge, like​⁠ a mirage.

Kuaaaaaa—!​​‍

“Keeeeeee!”⁠

“What’s​⁠ going on?!”

At‍​⁠ that moment, a strange scream came​​​ from the group⁠ that found the‍​‌ door.

Upon​​⁠ hearing that vaguely⁠‍‌ familiar sound, the‍‌‌ engraving of the⁠ World Tree on⁠​ Vlad’s sword shone⁠‍‍ quietly.

“…What​​⁠ the hell is‍‍⁠ that presence?!”

Rumble—‍‍

The‍‍ Paladins covered their​ ears and began‍‍ to suffer from​‍ the immense sound.‍‍⁠

What⁠‌⁠ they heard was‍ noise, but what‌⁠ followed was vibration.‌​

A massive roar from‍​‍ something shook Ramashthu’s‍ world and spread‍ its pain in‍‌⁠ all directions.

“Vlad!”⁠‌

“….”‍

The​‍⁠ men who heard‌​‌ that sound stood⁠⁠‍ still.

Gunther‌⁠ and Vlad exchanged⁠‍ glances and nodded.⁠

They‍ could feel that​⁠ the sound they​​ were hearing now‌‍ was the same​ as what came​‍ from Moshiam, the​​⁠ fog-covered city.

“I’ll​ go first!”

“Everyone,⁠ prepare! We’re moving‍⁠‌ now! Protect the‌‌ bishop and the‍‍⁠ mage!”

Boom!⁠‍⁠

Another⁠⁠​ darkness began to​ creep ahead of⁠​ Vlad, who kicked​ the door open‍​ with all his​​ might, as if⁠ secrets were a luxury.

The‌​⁠ darkness of the​​‍ hallway, where nothing‍ could be seen​​ more than an​ inch ahead, resembled‌​‍ a black, wolf-like‍‍‌ sea, but there‌ was no hesitation‌​‌ in Vlad’s steps‌‍‍ as he moved⁠‍⁠ forward.

“Keeee!”⁠⁠

When‍‍ the Paladins, having‌​‌ braced themselves, charged‍ out, all that⁠ remained was the⁠‌⁠ sorcerer pinned to​ the wall.

He⁠ felt relieved that‌​‍ the will of‌‍ God was not‍ upon him, but‍ it wasn’t just‌‍ His will present⁠‍ here.

Puff!‌‌

“We‌ have something left‌​⁠ to settle, too.”​‍

An‌‍ ominous sensation came‍⁠‍ with a chilling⁠‍‍ voice.

Bright‍​ red hair reflected​‍‍ in the wide-open‌ eyes of the‌ sorcerer.

“This​‌​ is my reward‍‍ for teaching my⁠ father to drink‍ blood. Bastard.”

“Kughhh.”⁠

A cold sneer appeared‌‌ on Radu’s smiling​⁠ face.

An​⁠ indescribable rage flared‍⁠‍ in the eyes​‍ of the sorcerer‌‌ staring at that‍⁠ smile, but it‌⁠ only lasted a moment, and Pedro’s‍⁠​ blessing on Radu’s‍⁠⁠ sword began to​⁠​ pierce the heart⁠‍ of the wicked‌⁠‍ man.

“I​‍ never said I’d​‍ spare your life.”‌‍

Radu‍‌ spat as he​⁠ watched the sorcerer​⁠‍ crumble slowly and‍‌​ started to leave‌ the room.

Now‍‍‍ that even the‍ bound dragon was​‍⁠ gone, the only​‌ thing left in‍⁠‍ the completely disheveled⁠ room was the​ sorcerer, suffering from​ the karma he‍⁠ had finally faced.​​‌

***‍​

I

“There’s‌‍ an intruder! There’s‍​‌ an intruder here!”⁠

“Where‌⁠‌ the hell…? Ugh!”‍‌

“Stop‍ them! Don’t let‍​ them get through!”​

The‍⁠ spiraling corridor remained⁠​ dark, and the‍ path ahead was⁠ unknowably complex.

Rumble-rumble-‍

However,‌‍​ there was no​‌ hesitation in Vlad’s⁠ steps, as he⁠‌ could sense the‌ presence of the​‌ World Tree through‌‍ the hand that⁠​ held it.

“Get⁠⁠​ out of the‍ way!”

“Aaaah!”‍

The‌‍ closer they got‍‍⁠ to the center‌⁠‍ of the world,‍ the more malicious​ figures began to⁠⁠ appear.

Many‍⁠ corpses had already‍‌ fallen to block​ the Northern Allied⁠⁠ Forces, but the​‍‍ ferocity of the​‌⁠ spirits that stood⁠ in their way‌​ was still formidable.‍

“I⁠​ suppose this is‌‍‌ the right path!”‍‌⁠

“Stop​‌‌ talking and do‌‌​ something!”

As‍‌‌ they advanced, the‍‌‍ corridor widened.

This‍ was proof that‌ there was a large space ahead,​‌ but it was​ also a warning‌⁠ that more enemies‍‍ might be lying‍⁠ in wait.

“I⁠‌ was getting ready!”⁠‍⁠

The⁠ knights’ movements swayed​‌​ back and forth‌ amidst the black‌​ waves crashing in‌​ from all sides.​‍‍

As​ the situation grew‌​‌ more dangerous, Nibelun‌​ rummaged through his‌‍ backpack, as if‍ it was finally⁠‌⁠ his turn to‍ act.

“What‌ is that!”

“Dandelion⁠⁠ seeds!”

Contrary‌⁠‍ to Vlad’s expectations,​‍ what Nibelun revealed⁠ wasn’t some grand‌ and awe-inspiring mystery.‍⁠

It‌‍‍ was merely a tiny dandelion seed,⁠ perhaps no bigger​ than a fingertip.‌‌

Seeing⁠ the cute, fluffy‌‍ head of the‍‌ seed, Vlad let‍‌ out a sigh⁠‌​ of exasperation without‌‍⁠ even realizing it.⁠​

“What‍‍‍ are we supposed‌‌ to do with‍⁠ that now?”

“Please,​⁠ clear the way‌ for a moment!”‍

However,‌ while the dandelion​‍ seed may have⁠ seemed insignificant, the‌ magic within it​ was something Nibelun‍⁠‌ had cherished greatly.⁠​

“…Everyone,‍‌⁠ hold on tight!”‌​‌

Nibelun⁠​ took a deep‌⁠‌ breath as he‍‍ spoke.

It​ looked rather ridiculous,⁠⁠​ but the determination‌​ reflected in his​ puffed cheeks and‌‌ his eyes was⁠⁠‍ unmistakably sincere.

“Return‍‌ home, children of‍ the wind!”

Fuuuuu—‍‍

In‌‍ the gap that⁠‌ Vlad and the‍​‌ knights had opened,​ Nibelun exhaled a powerful breath along‌‍‌ with an incantation.‍

Tiny‌​‌ dandelion seeds scattered⁠‍ into the black​​ wolf-like sea.

The​‌ small spores, blown‍⁠ into the oppressive⁠​ blackness with no‍⁠⁠ clear hope, appeared‍‌ to be a futile effort.

“Oh?”‍

If​⁠ they hadn’t been‍​ infused with magic,⁠‌​ it would have‌‌‌ been nothing more‍ than an insignificant​ gesture.

But‌ under the blue‍‍ sky, the Holssi,​⁠ who had embraced‍​ all the winds​‍ of the world,⁠ now began to⁠‍⁠ soar powerfully on‍ the breeze, returning​‍ home.

Woooosh!​‌​

“Ugh!​​​ What the…!”

“What​ is this again?”‌‌

Along​⁠‍ with the shouts⁠‌ of the knights,‌ a fresh breeze‍ began to blow⁠⁠ through the dark‌‌ corridors, where even​‍⁠ the air had⁠ felt heavy.

And‌‌ with terrifying force,​ it seemed as‍‍‌ though it might‌⁠ tear apart everything⁠​ in its path.‍

“Graaaaah!”⁠

“Kiiiik!‌ Kieeeek!”

It‍⁠ was a gust‌‍ of wind that‌ shouldn’t have been‍⁠ possible in such‌ an enclosed passageway.​

But‌ the wind carried‍‍ by the Holssi‌ had no intention‍ of stopping until⁠ it returned to⁠‌ its homeland. Soon,⁠⁠ the wind summoned⁠​ by Nibelun became​⁠⁠ a fierce gale,‌​ sweeping away the‌ evil hordes in‌‍ front of them.‍​

“Now’s​ the time!”

“The⁠ path is clear!‍‌‍ Run!”

Taking⁠​‌ advantage of the⁠‍ momentary gap created,‌‍ Vlad began to‌​ run.

It‍​‍ was hard to⁠‌ even keep his⁠‍ eyes open in‍‍⁠ the howling wind,​​ but this wasn’t‍‍ a world where⁠⁠​ one relied on⁠⁠ sight to make⁠ decisions.

“Aaaah!”‍

Bzz—bzz—⁠​

The​‌ further he ran,​ the more Vlad’s⁠‍ sword vibrated.

Vlad’s⁠​ sword, born of‍ the stars, forged‌‌ with a dragon’s⁠ fragment, and now​⁠ inscribed with the​​‍ mark of the‌⁠‌ World Tree.

The‍‍​ engraving on the​ sword now showed‍ Vlad the way‌⁠‍ toward another tree.‌

“Light!”‌

“Just​ a bit more!⁠‍‌ The end is‍‍‌ right ahead!”

The‍‌ group charged forward,​ trampling over the‌​​ bodies that had⁠⁠⁠ been swept aside.⁠‌‌

Wherever⁠​ they went, they‌ were greeted by​‌⁠ a scene very‍‌ different from what⁠‍ they’d seen before.​‍‌

“…It​ was really a garden.”

As​‍ they exited the⁠⁠⁠ corridor, the first⁠‌‌ thing they encountered​ was the sky.⁠

A purple sky, with‌‌‍ soft waves rippling‍‍ like the surface⁠ of a lake.‌

And‌​ beneath that sky,​ a vast floating​⁠⁠ garden, like an​‍ island, awaited Vlad.‌‍‍

“Kaaaa!”‌

“We​⁠ need to get⁠ there!”

A picturesque landscape, entirely‌​⁠ different from the⁠ horrid sights they’d​​‌ witnessed earlier.

However,‌‍ the group couldn’t‌‍⁠ afford to be⁠‌⁠ mesmerized by the‍ view before them.‌‍

“To​‌ the bridge, quickly!”‌

With‌​‍ Gunther’s shout, the‍‌ knights began running‍‌ again.

Toward‍‌‍ the bridge that​‍ led to the‌​ island.

The⁠‍ most central place‌‌ in Ramashthu’s world,​⁠⁠ a secret and‍⁠ precious location, could⁠‍ only be reached​ via several aerial‌ bridges.

“This⁠‍⁠ is as far⁠ as you go,⁠⁠​ humans!”

“Stop⁠‌⁠ disturbing Lady Ramashthu’s​‌‌ world!”

However,⁠ headless knights blocked​⁠ the bridge.

The​​‍ aerial bridge, made​​⁠ of pure white​ marble, was already‍ lined with black-toned⁠ headless knights.

“Sh*t!”​

“We​ need to change‌‌ bridges! Hurry!”

Noticing⁠‌ the unusually large‌‍ number of headless‍⁠ knights blocking the⁠ path, Gunther quickly‍‌‍ directed the group‍⁠⁠ to change course.‍‍⁠

Yet‍​ even though they‌ could avoid the⁠ knights, there seemed⁠ to be no​‌ way to avoid‌​ the endless stream​‌‍ of corpses emerging⁠⁠ from everywhere.

“Don’t​ you have more⁠‍ dandelions?!”

“No!​‍ That was a treasure of my‍‍ tribe!”

As‍⁠‍ the group ran⁠ along the perimeter​​‍ of the circle,​‍ another aerial bridge⁠‍ appeared in front⁠ of them.

Fortunately,‍ fewer knights awaited⁠​ them there than⁠‍ at the previous‍​ bridge, but the‌​ problem now wasn’t⁠ just those ahead.‍‍

“This‌ is insane! Why‌​‍ are there so⁠‌⁠ many?”

“Oh,​​ Lord, have mercy!”​

An⁠⁠ army of the​ dead was approaching‌‍ like an enormous‍ tidal wave.

Even​ if they crossed​ the bridge and‍ broke through the‍⁠ line of headless​‌ knights, the massive⁠​​ wave of enemies‍ threatened to reach‌​ them soon.

“Vlad,‌‌ you go first!”​‍‌

Gunther,‍‌⁠ seeing the scene,‌⁠ showed a determined⁠‍ look in his​​‌ eyes.

The⁠‍⁠ Holy Knights of‌​‌ the Northern Orthodox‌‌‌ Church, having confirmed​​ the resolve in‍⁠ his gaze, exchanged‍‌ signals and nodded.​‍‍

“You‌​⁠ need to run​⁠ and don’t look‍‍⁠ back!”

“…Gunther!”​‍

Vlad,⁠‍‌ realizing their decision,​ turned back in⁠‍ surprise, but the​​‌ swords that followed‍‍⁠ God’s will had‍⁠‌ already made their⁠ choice.

“Please,‍ cut down that⁠​ tree, as you‍ did last time,‍ knight who protected‌‍ the children’s breath.”‍‍

With⁠ a barely audible​ voice, Gunther turned⁠ around.

With​​ the other paladins‍‌​ on the bridge.‍

“Graaah!”‍‍​

“Argh!”​

The⁠⁠ knights had resolved​ to become the​⁠ prey that blocked‌ the black tide.⁠

With​​‍ the recitation of‍​ God’s words, they​‌ began to form‍ a protective stance‌​ that only the‌​ Holy Knights could‌ perform.

“Sh*t!​‌ Damn it all!”⁠

Vlad‌ heard the cries​‍ of the corpses‌‌​ behind him.

But⁠‍​ he and his‍‍‌ group had to‍ run across the‍⁠ white bridge, leaving‍⁠ those cries behind.​‌

“Aaaah!”⁠‌‌

Destroying​⁠‌ the headless knights⁠⁠ that stood in‌‍⁠ their way.

The‍ roar of a golden dragon echoed,‍ its power insufficient‍‍​ to change the‍‌​ fate of those‌‌‌ left behind.

“I’ll‍ kill you! Every⁠ last one of​​ you!”

A dragon roared with⁠⁠ rising fury, alongside‍‌‍ an old heretical‍⁠‍ inquisitor and a mage with a backpack.

They​‍‍ were running toward​‌ the enormous tree‍‍‌ ahead of them.⁠‍

***‍⁠​

“Huff…⁠‌‌ huff…”

With⁠ its roots stretching⁠⁠ toward the sky‍‌⁠ and its branches​‍‌ hanging toward the​ ground, a completely‌ twisted tree stood‌ alone on the‍​‌ island, forming its‍ own world.

“Huuuaah…”‍‌​

And⁠ right in front‍ of that black​ tree, a woman​ with her feet⁠​ on the ground⁠⁠ was dancing.

She‍ was shedding dark‍​​ tears that she⁠‍ couldn’t control.

“I’ll​⁠ kill them, I’ll​‌‌ kill them all.”‍⁠

Ramashthu⁠‍ twisted from side‍‍ to side, as⁠ though she were‍‍⁠ dancing.

But​‌ now, instead of​‌ dancing, she was‌ merely contorting her⁠⁠‌ entire body in​​ agonizing pain.

“My​ children, again…”

A black smoke rose‌‌ before her as‌‌ she continued to⁠​ weep.

The‌ magic of the‌ dwarves, which purifies‍​ everything.

Ramashthu​⁠ was going mad​​⁠ again as she⁠‌‍ watched the flames,‌‍ created by the⁠ fragments, purify the⁠‍ evil tree.

“It’s⁠ burning!”

Rumble—‍‍

At⁠ her cry, the‍ purple sky began​​ to tremble.

But‌ despite her wails,​ the flames that⁠​⁠ would never extinguish‍ continued to incinerate​‍ the inverted tree⁠ little by little.‌‌

“Kyaaaaa!”‍​‌

Her‍ children, whom she​‍ couldn’t save when⁠​‌ they were alive,​ and whom she​​ couldn’t save when‌ they were dead.⁠​‌

A root rose toward‍⁠‌ the sky above​‍‌ the head of⁠‍⁠ the woman who‍‍ wept for her⁠‍ children.

It‌​⁠ was like the‍ black wolf-like handprints‍ of children who‍ had cried out‌ beneath the symbol‍⁠ of God in​​‌ the church.

“…”‍

And​‍‌ at the end‌ of that root‌​‍ hung a man,‍‍ lifeless.

His‍ black hair fluttered⁠ weakly, his heart‍‌⁠ pierced.

The‍ color of his‍⁠ hair, gently swaying,‍​‍ was the black‌​ of Bayezid that‌ Vlad had been​‌‌ searching for, his​‍ heart now impaled.‌

Under​⁠ the purple sky,‍ where both had‌ sworn to kill​​ each other, Joseph’s​‌​ black hair floated​ silently.

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