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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 250: The Woman Who Cried Black Tears. Ramashthu (2)

Chapter 250: The Woman Who Cried Black Tears. Ramashthu (2)

It​‌⁠ was a space⁠ of complete darkness.​

A place where I couldn’t even see​⁠‌ my own hand‌‌ when I looked⁠ down.

Yet,​‌‍ even in this⁠⁠​ seemingly empty space,‌‍ a faint singing​ could be heard.⁠⁠‍

“…Singing?”‌

Joseph,‌‍⁠ who was alone⁠​⁠ in the darkness,⁠‍‍ wore a confused‍⁠​ expression at the‌‌‍ sound of the‍‌ song being sung​ in front of‌ him.

I don’t know where‌ I am now,‌ nor why I’m‍ here, but the‍​ voice singing in⁠ front of me⁠ was undeniably clear.​

······Spin,‌​ spin. Round and​ round.

It‍ sounded like a song sung by⁠⁠​ children.

Joseph,‍​ who was drawn‌ toward the faint‌‌ sound as if‍⁠ enchanted, soon found⁠⁠‌ the light of‍⁠ a small bonfire‌ before him.

Until​⁠ the song they​ were singing ended.⁠‍‍

Until​ all who had‍ been called fall.‌‌

Spin,‌‌‍ spin.

Ahead,⁠‍ small children played⁠ beside the bonfire,⁠‍ accompanied by cheerful⁠⁠ singing.

Watching⁠‌ the children running‍​ joyfully, unaware of​‌‍ who was with‍ them, seemed peaceful,‌​ yet it also​‌ filled him with‌‍ a strange discomfort‍⁠ in the current‌‍ situation.

“…They⁠ never rest.”

And​ so, Joseph watched​‌​ the children from⁠⁠⁠ afar for a long time.

In‍​​ total darkness, he‌ had no idea‍ how much time​‍‍ had passed.

However,‍ it was undoubtedly⁠‍ strange to see⁠ the children never‌​​ stop, even during‌ that incomprehensible span⁠‍​ of time.

“…”⁠

They‍‌⁠ just kept spinning‍‌ endlessly.

The‍‍ children, who had​​ stopped because they⁠ found no place​‌ to move forward,⁠ continued to remain‍ in place, turning​ and turning.

“You​‌ can’t keep doing⁠‍​ that.”

Joseph‌⁠​ began to walk​ toward the scene,⁠‌​ step by step,​‍ feeling that someone‍​ needed to make‌⁠‌ it stop.

Toward⁠⁠​ the children whom‌​ no one had⁠​⁠ ever come to‍​ find.

As​ Joseph’s footsteps drew‍‍ closer, the heads‌‌ of the children⁠‌‌ playing around the‍⁠⁠ bonfire began to⁠ turn one by⁠⁠ one.

-Someone’s‍ coming.

-Who‍ is it?

Although⁠‌⁠ only empty hollows​ remained where their​ eyes should have‍⁠‍ been.

That​ wounded gaze had​‌​ also been blocked⁠ by the woman‍‍ in black, telling⁠⁠⁠ you not to‌​‌ look at the​‍‍ dark places in⁠ the world.

-What’s​‍​ that?

-Is‍ it shining?

Yet,‍‍ even through their‍ vacant stares, light‍‌⁠ was visible.

The​⁠‍ light was faint,⁠⁠‌ but in this⁠ dark place, it‌ shone brighter than​ anything else.

In​‌ a place where​‌‍ only the bonfire⁠ lit by Ramashthu‍‌ had been burning,‍ the new, shining‌‌ light was enough​‍ to pique the⁠‍ children’s interest.

-·····It’s‌‌ silver. Pretty.

Where‌ it should be.‌​

For‌⁠ the just price​​‌ of death.

On⁠ Joseph’s shoulder, as⁠⁠ he walked through​‌‌ the darkness toward⁠​ the children, shone‍‌‍ a faded silver‍ object, something that⁠​ someone had once⁠⁠‍ struck against him.‌⁠‌

***⁠

Crash-!⁠

Vlad‍‌‍ ran beneath the⁠‌​ brilliant purple sky,​⁠ mercilessly cutting down‍​​ the headless knights⁠​‍ who stood in​‌⁠ his way.

Another​ false dead fell‌‌ onto the white⁠‌ bridge that connected⁠ life and death.​‍‍

-Keuuuuuu!⁠

The‍‍⁠ natural blue flower​⁠​ quivered as if‌‍ it couldn’t believe​ Vlad was passing⁠⁠ by, but life‌⁠ is about moving‌ forward.

Vlad,​ who had already⁠⁠‌ paid the price‍​‌ in full, simply‌⁠ advanced, leaving death‌ behind him.

“Vlad!‍​ Ahead of us!”‍

The​ group ran toward‌ death, stepping over⁠⁠ the sacrifices of⁠‌​ the knights left⁠ behind them.

After‌‍‌ paying the price‍​ to cross the⁠ bridge, the tree⁠ they were aiming‍​‌ for soon came⁠ into view.

“It’s⁠ bigger than in‍ Moshiam!”

Beyond⁠​ Nibelun’s fingertips pointing‍‍‍ skyward, a towering‍‌ tree rose high‌⁠‌ above.

Its‌‌‌ grotesque roots, writhing​ as if warning‍‌ people not to‍ approach, were, as‍‍⁠ Nibelun said, larger​​‍ and more imposing‌ than the tree⁠ in Moshiam.

“…!”‍‍⁠

However,‍‍‌ Vlad’s eyes could⁠⁠‌ no longer register​‍ the grandeur of⁠⁠ the tree before⁠​​ him.

Thump!⁠​

All​⁠ he could see⁠⁠ was someone pierced​ by towering roots.‍⁠

The‍ black hair, recognizable⁠‍ even from a distance, was unmistakably‍‍ the color Vlad‌ had been searching‍​ for.

“Ahhh…”‍⁠

‘Are​​ you here now?’⁠‍​

When​⁠‍ I opened the‍⁠ door and entered,​‍⁠ there was always‍⁠ a young man‍‌⁠ with black eyes‌⁠ waiting to greet​​ me.

With‌‌‍ his back to‌⁠ the bright sunlight,‍ he always rested​ his chin on‍ his clasped hands.‍‍

‘Come⁠ and have some‌⁠⁠ tea. I can’t‍ drink whiskey anymore.’‍

Even⁠‍ though his sunken​⁠ eyes were filled⁠‌‍ with deep fatigue,‍​ he was one⁠⁠ of the few​‍ people in this​⁠ world who welcomed‍ me.

His‌​​ appearance, seemingly unchanged‍ by time, had⁠‍​ been one of‍ the few comforts​‍ for Vlad.

“Aaaah!”‍‌

Now,‍ I will never‍‌ see him again.‌

A man with black‍​‍ hair, head hanging‍ low, pierced by⁠⁠⁠ roots reaching toward‍​ the sky.

Seeing⁠​‍ Joseph in such​ a wretched state,‌ red veins began‌​ to form in‍ Vlad’s blue eyes.⁠

“Ramashthu—!”⁠⁠

Toward‌⁠⁠ the woman in⁠‍ black who had​⁠‌ created this scene.​‍

A mother, shedding black‌‌‍ tears.

Children,‌⁠ suffocating as they‌ died.

The⁠‍ unfortunate prostitute whose‌ eyes I had‌ closed myself, and‌ the paladin who​ showed me the⁠ way.

And⁠ now the great⁠‍ wall that once⁠​ confined me.

“I‍‍ will definitely kill⁠‌‌ you!”

Thud!‍‍

A dragon, unable to‌​ protect them all,​ roared fiercely as⁠​ it charged toward‌⁠ death.

-Kugh!‌‌​

-Stop‍‍ them!

The‌ golden horizon began​​⁠ to speed up‍⁠‍ from the edge⁠​⁠ of the bridge.​‍‍

Today’s‌⁠‌ sun, having stepped‍‍ over someone’s life,⁠ crossed the pure‍​ white border and‍ now plunged toward‍‌‍ death, rising from‍‍ Ramashthu’s world.

“Vlad!​ Vlad of Soara!”⁠​​

To​ erase the world⁠ I’m running toward‍ now.

The‍ woman with black‍ tears recognized the‌‌‌ light and began⁠‌⁠ to wail beneath​ the tree.

“It’s​ your fault! All‍​⁠ of this! It’s⁠‍ because of you!”‌

It‌‍ was a bright‌ light, but in​⁠ the end, it⁠‌ was a light⁠‌ that couldn’t shine​⁠‌ on everyone in‍ this world.

She,⁠‍ who had struggled‍​ in the shadows​⁠‍ cast by that‍ light, now threw‍​ everything aside and‌ extended her black‍‍ wolf-like fingers.

Boooom—!‍‌

To⁠‌‍ die, to kill.⁠⁠​ Thus, two worlds​⁠‌ that cannot coexist‍​‍ in the same⁠​​ place.

The‍ black night sky,‌⁠ suppressing the sun​‍‌ that was about‌‍⁠ to rise, was​‌⁠ filled only with‍ sorrowful rain clouds,​​‌ without a single⁠ star or bright‍​ moon.

“Leave‍ my children alone!”‌

“Those​‌‌ damned children! I’m‌​‌ sick of it​‌ now!”

Vlad‍‌⁠ raised his sword‌​ toward Ramashthu.

The​‍‌ headless knights who‌‍‍ had returned from⁠⁠‌ the bridge charged‍ toward Vlad.

“Why‌ did they drag‍ me to this‌ place?”

Suddenly,⁠ red flames erupted‌⁠ from the dragon’s‌ left eye.

Radu’s⁠⁠ world is one‍ filled with inferiority⁠ complexes, half-formed.

His‌ world, burning endlessly‌​ because it could‌‍⁠ never be perfect,‍​ was now creating‍⁠ a great wall‌‌ of fire, accompanied​ by the inquisitor’s⁠ staff strike.

“Do⁠‍​ you know how‌​‌ many people died⁠‌⁠ because of those‍​ children you speak⁠⁠‍ of?”

Between‌‌​ the border of‌ life and death‌​ that had been‌ created, Vlad cried,​ clutching the collar‌⁠ of his shirt.‌

And⁠⁠​ Ramashthu’s eyes, gazing​‌ at the weeping‍⁠‌ Vlad, were also‌ filled with dark‍​⁠ moisture.

“You⁠‌ killed him!”

You‍ killed Joseph!

Boom!​ Bang! Bang!

Even‌ though they cried⁠‍ out in the⁠⁠‍ same grief, the⁠⁠ two clashing worlds‍​ could never understand⁠ each other.

Because‌‍ I lost, you⁠​ must lose, and‌ because I suffered,‍ you too must‍ suffer.

“Save​‍ me!”

Thus,⁠‌ Vlad’s world and‍ Ramashthu’s world collided.​‍⁠

Vlad’s‌⁠‍ fist, striking Ramashthu​‍ as though even⁠ the sword he⁠‍ wielded was unnecessary,​‍ was filled with​‌ the black blood⁠‍ that poured from‍ her.

“Save⁠​‌ me!”

But‍‌ no matter how‌ hard they tried,‌‌⁠ the two people⁠‌ now facing each⁠​‌ other could not⁠‌⁠ let go of⁠‍ what they had‍⁠ lost.

Their⁠​‍ empty hearts were‌⁠​ now filled with​‌⁠ the fury they‍‌‍ exchanged between them.​

“I⁠⁠⁠ wish everyone would⁠‍ die.”

“Aaaah!”⁠​

The⁠​ branches of the⁠‍​ black, wolf-like tree‍‍ began to twist⁠‍‍ between the two‌ worlds, which broke‍ further with each‍ clash.

Upon‍​‍ seeing the signal‌‌‌ that only she​‌ could recognize, Ramashthu⁠‍‍ knew the moment⁠⁠​ had come.

“So⁠​‍ I’ll kill them⁠ all.”

[······!]⁠‍​

Her​ smile, unseen by⁠ the enraged Vlad.⁠

But‍ as soon as‌ Kihano sensed her‌⁠‌ suspicious presence, it⁠‌‌ began to darken,‍⁠ along with her‌ sinister, twisting fingers.‍​

[I​ told you not‌‌‌ to give her‍ time!]

Wham!‌

The​​ leader of the‍‌‌ warlocks of this⁠‌ era.

A great tremor began‍⁠ to rise from⁠ the beast that⁠‌‌ Ramashthu, weeping black​ tears, had secretly​​ pointed to.

“What‍​ is this?*

“…Legs!”⁠‍

Behind​‍ Radu, who was​‌‌ startled by the‌ sudden quake, the⁠ bridge he had⁠⁠ been crossing began​‌​ to collapse.

Countless‍ white bridges had‌ spanned a small‌‍ circle.

As⁠‌‍ the bridges connecting⁠ the border of​​​ life and death‌‍‍ crumbled, the place​ where Vlad stood​‍ became a world‌ filled only with⁠ death.

“Agh!”​​

Vlad,⁠‍⁠ realizing too late‍​ what was happening,‍‍‌ drove his sword‍ into Ramashthu’s chest,⁠‌ but she was‍‌​ already gone.

As‍⁠​ if she had‍⁠⁠ never existed in⁠ the first place.⁠‌

“Did‌⁠ you really think​ I didn’t know?”⁠‍

Though​ she seemed a bit weary, Ramashthu⁠​‍ smiled.

For‌ the dragon, who​‌‍ was now right‍‌ before her, had⁠⁠ fallen into her‌‌‌ trap, just as​‍‌ she intended.

And‌⁠ the bait for‌⁠ that trap was​ none other than‌⁠ Joseph Bayezid.

“Is‌‍​ that Joseph Bayezid‍⁠ the spy you​⁠ sent?”

Vlad‍‌ began to feel‌‌ a creeping unease‍‌​ as he stared‌‌⁠ at Ramashthu, who⁠ stood there smiling‌‌ serenely, as if​ nothing had happened.‍

The⁠​‍ woman who had​‌ been weeping before⁠​ him just moments‌ ago was now​‌‌ grinning so brightly.⁠‍​

The​⁠‍ deep instincts of⁠⁠‍ the dragon told‌ him that this⁠⁠ sudden change in‍⁠ demeanor was not​ a mere hallucination‍‌⁠ brought on by‍​ madness.

“…Though⁠ I never thought​​ I’d burn my‍‍ precious children.”

Beneath​⁠​ the floating island,​​​ now stripped of‌ its supports, lay​‍ a black-toned lake‌​⁠ that he had‍ never seen before.‍‍

The‍ lake, seemingly so‍⁠‌ deep that once​⁠⁠ you entered, you​​ couldn’t leave, was​⁠ filled with the​ black tears Ramashthu‍ had shed.

“But​⁠ now that we’ve⁠ gathered three, it’s​ enough.”

“…What?”‍​‍

Ramashthu‌​‌ chuckled for a moment as she​‌ glanced at the⁠ young dragon who‌⁠ knew nothing, then‍‌⁠ raised her black‍‌ finger and pointed‍​​ toward the turbulent⁠‍ purple sky.

One‍​ towards the top.‌‌

Two​ behind.

And⁠‌​ three toward Vlad,​‍‍ standing right in​‌‌ front of her.​‍

“Even​ though there were​ only two pieces‍⁠​ promised.”

The‌ most perfect piece,⁠⁠ able to become‌‌ anything, to be‌⁠⁠ whatever you wished.‌‌⁠

The⁠ three pieces gathered‌ here were visible‍ in her eyes,⁠ now smiling through‍‌⁠ black tears.

“At⁠⁠ this rate, my​‍ children will breathe‍⁠⁠ again.”

Ramashthu’s⁠‍ world, shedding black‍​ tears, was a world of death,‍​‍ devoid of any⁠ suffering.

Ramashthu,⁠ having lifted her​ world to the⁠ sky, gazed at‌‌‌ the dragons ensnared‌‍‌ in her trap‍⁠⁠ through a madness‌​​ that had already⁠​⁠ quieted.

***​⁠

Achiuk,‌‌ a town now​‍ in ruins.

An⁠‍‌ army was rushing‌ towards it.

“The⁠​ banner of the⁠ Northern Union Army⁠‌ is just ahead!”⁠

“It‍⁠ looks like we’re‍⁠ locked in a long battle now!”​

The​⁠⁠ golden dragon’s banner‌⁠⁠ led the emperor’s​⁠‍ standard.

Now,⁠ Sarnus, the Dragon‍ Blood Duke, smiled⁠‌⁠ beneath the flag⁠​ of the dragon⁠‌‍ with its fully‍⁠ spread wings.

“…It​ was worth running‍ fast.”

In⁠⁠ front of him,‌‌‌ smiling, were the‍ soldiers of the‍ Northern Union Army,‌⁠‌ who had been⁠‌⁠ fighting for a long time.

They‍​ had been battling​‍⁠ the undead army‍‌ for over a full day and⁠​​ seemed utterly baffled​​ when Sarnus’s army​ suddenly appeared.

“There’s‍​‌ all sorts of⁠​ things here.”

Communication⁠‍‌ wasn’t easy between​ completely divided worlds.‌⁠

The‌​⁠ same goes for‌ time.

Although​‍ little time had‍‍‌ passed for the‌⁠ group that had​⁠ entered, the Northern⁠ Union Army outside‌‌​ had been at‍⁠ a standstill for‍​​ over half a day.

“It‌​ would be difficult⁠‍‌ if this ended​‍‍ too quickly.”

Sarnus’s‍‍‌ army had gained⁠ a full day’s⁠‌‌ time through a grueling forced march.‌

Of​‌⁠ course, the number‍‌​ of soldiers who⁠ had deserted was‌‌ as large as​ the time gained,​‍⁠ but Sarnus didn’t‌​⁠ care, for winning‍‍ or losing the⁠ war wasn’t important⁠ to him.

“From‌‌ now on, we​‍‍ attack the Northern‍‍ Union Army.”

The‌⁠‍ only thing that​ mattered was that⁠‍ many people die.​⁠‌

The​‍ banner of the‍ oldest dragon, which⁠‌⁠ had transcended the‍​⁠ era of the‍ empire and was‌​⁠ now once again⁠⁠ pointing toward the​ era of the⁠⁠ dragons, slowly began​⁠ to tilt forward.‍

“You’re‍​⁠ a little late.‍‌ Sarnus.”

“…!”⁠‍‌

However,​⁠ the dragon’s banner,⁠​​ which had begun‌⁠ to lower, couldn’t‌‌ point to where‌ it intended in‌‌ the end.

“Well,‌‍​ you were always‌ late to your‍‍‌ appointments.”

“…Frausen?”​​‌

A man whose colors‍ had faded.

He,‌ standing among the⁠‌ central forces unnoticed​ by anyone, slowly‍⁠‍ began to remove⁠ the hood he‌ wore.

“Yes.‍ I’m back. You,​‍ stupid dragon.”

His​ face, now visible‌ through the hood​​ he had taken​⁠ off.

His⁠‍ face, recognizable only​​​ to the oldest‍ dragon, was unmistakably‍ Frausen’s, the first​‍ emperor who had‍‍​ slain the most‌‌ perfect dragon.

“A​​⁠ foolish dragon who​ broke his oath‍‍ to the Emperor.​‍‌ Sarnus Dragulia.”

Rumbleee—‍‍

The‍⁠‍ earth began to⁠ tremble at the‍‌⁠ calm words of‌⁠⁠ the founding king.‌

Amidst⁠‌⁠ the tremendous shaking,‍⁠⁠ which shocked both‍‍​ the living and⁠ the dead, the​ only person who⁠ remained calm was‍ the returning emperor.‌​⁠

“Today,‍‍ you die with‌​ me.”

Kurrrrr—​‍⁠

The​​​ Army of the‍‌ Dead and the​​​ Northern Union Army.​⁠‌

And‌‍ even the central​‌‍ army that had‍‍ arrived late.

There‌ was an enormous‌ tree root trying​⁠ to trap them‌​ all.

It‌⁠ emerged from the‍​ roots, not the‍‍‍ branches, burrowing into⁠⁠ the ground without​‌‌ anyone noticing, and⁠‌‍ soon began to​ reveal itself, enclosing​⁠‍ a vast battlefield.‍‌

“With‌ the fragments of​ the dragon that⁠‍​ we carry.”

A tree began to‍​‌ grow, destroying the⁠‌ dark, wolf-like church.⁠‍​

The‌​‍ Inverted Sky Tree,‍‌ which had awoken​⁠ from the world​​‍ of Ramashthu and​ finally appeared in‍⁠ this world.

It‌ began to manifest,⁠‍‌ overshadowing everything on⁠‍ the battlefield.

“…Frausen.”‌‍

To​⁠ devour the death‍‍ of everyone here.⁠

The​ name of the‍‌ new world that​ would rise with‌ their deaths was‌ the World of‌​​ Black Tears.

For‌‍ a world where‍ no children would​ die, grotesque roots​‍ began to move‍‍ like tongues.

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