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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 252: Children’s Song (2)

Chapter 252: Children’s Song (2)

The‌​ world inside the⁠‍‍ tree was so‌ warm and comforting.‌‍⁠

It⁠​⁠ was a world​ one truly wouldn’t​⁠ want to leave,⁠⁠ like the arms⁠‌‌ of a mother​‍‍ embracing you.

“…Where⁠ should we go⁠‌‌ now?”

However,‍‍ some of the⁠‌ children who had‍​ been sitting by‍‍ the campfire were‍ now following Joseph.​​

No‍‌ matter how small⁠ they were, they⁠ knew they couldn’t⁠‌ stay there forever.​​

-Mister,⁠⁠ where are we​​‌ going now?

-Didn’t⁠‍ you know the​​‌ way?

But⁠⁠ this world they​ were wandering through‌‌ was a world​‍‍ of trees without⁠‍​ an exit.

Joseph,‌⁠⁠ who had been⁠‌ unwillingly dragged here​ by a root​​ that had pierced‌⁠ him, had no‍‍‍ idea where to⁠ go.

“It‌ seems that way.”‍‌‌

He⁠‌ thought that if​‌ there was a way to enter,​ there must also‌‌⁠ be a way‌‍ to leave, but​‌ all he could‌‌ see was darkness.‌‍‌

Only⁠​​ the campfire behind‍ them lit up⁠​ the place, and​​ as they moved​‌‍ forward and everything​ grew darker, the‌‍⁠ children began to⁠⁠ cling to Joseph’s‌ clothing, one by⁠⁠ one.

Crash!‌‌ Crack!

“Eh?”‍‌⁠

Suddenly,‌‍ above Joseph’s head,‍ came the sound‍ of something breaking.​

A sharp noise echoed⁠‍⁠ for the first​‌⁠ time in this‌⁠ place where there⁠‌‍ had only been​​ a comfortable silence.‍‍‍

Joseph‌‍ looked up toward⁠⁠‌ the light that​‍ appeared along with​​ the noise.

– Stop already!

“…Vlad?”‍‍

The‌‍ voice of someone​⁠‌ who seemed far⁠⁠ away, like an​​ echo.

– I’m telling you‌ to stop already!​‌

However,⁠‌⁠ the voice that​​ was clearly audible,‍ no matter how​​‍ distant it seemed,‌ was unmistakably that‌ of the knight‌⁠​ who had been‍ by his side.‌​

***‌

“Aaaaaah!‌ They’ve got us!”​

Along‍ with Nibelun’s screams,‌​⁠ pieces of the‌ carpet, which had​ been torn apart,‍​ flew through the‍‍ air.

Vlad⁠⁠ and Nibelun swayed​​‍ back and forth‍ as if their​ flight was an​‍ illusion.

They‌ barely managed to‌⁠‍ stay standing on⁠ the mysterious piece​⁠​ of fabric but‌⁠‌ stumbled precariously as​​ the carpet began‍‍ to fall apart.‍

“Good‍⁠​ job.”

“What?”‌⁠

Even‌ as they fell,​ Vlad’s eyes were​‌ fixed on the‌‌ tree ahead of​ him.

More‍ precisely, on the‍‍ woman chanting a spell from the‌‌​ highest point of⁠‌⁠ the tree.

“Even‌ if it’s broken,​‍ I’m sure you‍ can get down​ by yourself, right?”​‌⁠

“Vlad?‍ Sir Vlad?”

“Then‌ go safely!”

“No,​ no, no! You’re⁠ not really going​​ to—are you?”

Shuaaaaaaa!⁠‌

The‍⁠ world in Vlad’s‍⁠​ eyes now was⁠ the true path,‍ as August had⁠ taught him.

That​⁠ path led him⁠‍ straight toward a root speeding towards​‌ him.

As​‍ if there was⁠‍ no other way⁠‍‌ but this.

“I‍⁠ don’t want to‍​ do this either!”‌⁠

Vlad‌⁠‍ began jumping off​⁠ the carpet, barely‍‌ avoiding the roots.​⁠

The‍⁠⁠ wingless dragon clenched​⁠ his teeth at​‍ the dizzying sensation​ of falling, but⁠‌‍ now this was‌​ truly the only​⁠‍ way.

“Aaaargh!”‌‍‍

Crunch!‍ Crack!

Just​‌ as he was⁠ about to fall,⁠ Vlad seized the‍⁠​ moment and drove‍​‍ his sword into‍ a passing root.⁠​

The​ overwhelming shock that​​​ surged through his‍⁠‍ fingertips was painful,‍‍​ but Vlad didn’t⁠⁠​ loosen his grip⁠​ until the very​‌ end.

“I‍ did it!”

Vlad‌ climbed onto the‌⁠‌ root, using his⁠​ sword as a handle, and began⁠ running toward the⁠‌ tree ahead.

Riding​‌ on vicious roots‌ that snarled like⁠‌⁠ snakes.

The​‌ headless knights in‍​ the tree began​‌⁠ murmuring about Vlad,​‍‍ who was climbing⁠​ the roots.

– He’s coming!

– Vlad of Soara!⁠ That madman!

– Stop him! Cut‌​ the roots!

The​ roots began to‍‌ shake violently, as‌‍‍ if they hadn’t‌⁠ expected anyone to⁠​ use them to⁠‍ climb.

But‍⁠ a swordsman must​⁠ never lose his⁠⁠ balance, no matter‍‌‌ the situation.

The​ heir to the​ one-strike technique, who‍ must claim the⁠​ battlefield as his‌​​ own at any​‌ time and in‍ any place, didn’t‌‌⁠ lose sight of​⁠​ his goal despite‍ the tremors.

[They’re‌⁠ right in front‍‌‌ of you!]

“Haaa…”​‍⁠

[What‍​ did I teach⁠​⁠ you? How did‍​ I tell you‍‌‍ to take the‍​ lead?]

“Haaaaaa!”‍‌‍

With‌ Kihano’s voice ringing​ in his ears,‌⁠ Vlad’s magnificent horizon⁠ sliced through the​⁠ black roots like‍‌ a wolf’s maw.⁠

From‍​ the end of‍ that golden horizon,​⁠ a brilliant world⁠ began to rise.​‌‍

Though⁠‍‍ it was smaller​​ than the moon‌‌​ above, it was‍‍‌ definitely a light​⁠ that everyone there‍ could see.

“If​​ you want to​ stop me, be‌⁠ prepared to pay​⁠ the price!”

The⁠ golden world shone‍​​ as Vlad leapt⁠‍⁠ over the headless⁠​ knights.

Ramashthu’s⁠⁠ limbs could only‍‍ stare in disbelief‌ as Vlad soared​ above them.

They⁠ didn’t even see​ the golden wind‌​ of his sword​ approaching.

Thwack!⁠ Crack! Crack!

Wherever‌‌‌ the wind of‍⁠ his sword reached,​‍ black roses bloomed.‍

This⁠ beautiful painting, drawn‍ with rotten black⁠​ paint, reminded me‍‌​ of the knight‌‌ of the blue‌⁠ moon seen in‌⁠ the smile of​​ the rose.

[Excellent!‍‌ You’ve recreated it⁠⁠ perfectly!]

Following‌ the light of​‌ the blue moon,‌⁠ not revealed but‌​‌ deeply rooted in‍‌⁠ my world.

Vlad,‍ who had recreated‍ Godin’s swordsmanship, began​ charging toward Ramashthu,​​ leaving behind the‌‍ shattered remnants of‌​ the knights.

“Ramashthu-!”‌‌⁠

To‌ reach the moon.​‍‍

This​​ time, to destroy‌‍ it.

The​​​ path he wanted​‍ was clearly etched‌‍‌ in Vlad’s steps‍ as he ran.‌⁠‌

“Get‌‍​ out of my⁠⁠‍ way, you bastards!”​‌​

Crash-!‌‍

He⁠ rolled to dodge‍‍ the roots flying​ at him, breaking‍ through the headless‌‌⁠ knights blocking his‍‍ way.

Though‌​ the space inside‌​ the tree was‌⁠⁠ filled with darkness‍‍ and enemies, Vlad‌⁠​ began to accelerate,​‍ his advance growing⁠‌ fiercer.

“Stop,​‌​ Ramashthu!”

To⁠​‍ fly, those who‌ fall to the‍ ground need a platform from which‍‍ to leap.

Even​‍ if the ground⁠ beneath their feet‌ is filled with​‍ mud.

“I​ told you to‍‍ stop immediately!”

Vroom—vroom—!‍​

And​⁠ so, Vlad leaped⁠​ toward the sky.⁠

Toward​​⁠ the woman who⁠⁠ had created this‍ entire tragedy, stepping⁠‍‌ on the countless​⁠​ swords beneath his⁠ feet.

“…Vlad‌‍‌ Aureo!”

The⁠‌ brilliance of his‌⁠ attack was undeniable.‍​​

Ramashthu‌​ halted her spell​ and hastily erected‌‍‍ a barrier, but‍ it was as‍‍‌ fragile as glass.‌‌‌

Crash!​‌ Crack!

“Kyaaa!”‌‌⁠

“Aaagh!”‍⁠

Ramashthu’s​‍​ altar stood tall‍⁠ like an obelisk.​

The‌ small altar was⁠ now filled with‍ shards of broken⁠‍ barriers.

But​ despite rolling over​ the sharp debris,‍​ Vlad’s advance did⁠⁠ not falter.

“I​‌‌ won’t give you‌ time this time!”⁠

“…!”‌

The⁠‍​ blonde knight charged​⁠ forward as if‌ he wouldn’t repeat‌ the mistake he‍​⁠ made before.

Crack!‌

“Haa…”⁠⁠

Ramashthu’s⁠‌ spell, incomplete due‌​ to Vlad’s speed,‍ had no time⁠​⁠ to finish.

Crash!​⁠ Crack!

“Aaaah!”‌

“Stop,⁠‌ damn it! I said stop!”

The​​ brutal strike of‌⁠‌ Vlad’s sword reached​‍ the woman, slicing‍⁠ through her delicate​‍ fingers.

Faced‍‌ with the fierce‌⁠ fangs of the‌⁠ dragon, Ramashthu let⁠‍ out a cry​‌ of pain.

“Ick!”‍

Sssss-​‍‌

Though‍​​ she tried to​‍ keep fighting, her​⁠ malevolent hand clung‍⁠⁠ to Vlad’s armor.​‌‌

Through⁠ that touch, sadness,​​‍ pain, and all‍ manner of curses‍‌ clung to Vlad,⁠ but the dwarf‍‌⁠ armor, forged with‍ the breath of​ a young dragon,​‌ burned fiercely, refusing⁠ to tolerate a single impurity.

“How​ many more people​ are you going⁠⁠​ to kill? You‌‌ crazy bitch!”

“My…children…my‍ children.”

“I’m​⁠ asking you, how⁠‍ many more are​​ you going to​⁠ kill for them?”‌⁠​

Grabbing‌‌‍ Ramashthu by the‍​⁠ hair, Vlad dragged‍‌‌ her and forced​⁠ her to witness⁠⁠ the scene below.‌⁠

The⁠‌‌ world below, where‌ the black-toned trees‍​ took root, was​ quite like hell.‌‌

Now,‌ in a place​‍ where you couldn’t‍ even trust the‍‍ ground beneath your‍‌​ feet, it was​‌⁠ filled with countless⁠ screams, with no‍‌‌ distinction between the​ North and the​⁠ center.

“Do‍‌ you see those​​⁠ people? What’s the‍‍‌ point of killing​ more of them?”‍‍​

The‌​ knight’s voice was⁠ filled with a rage even he⁠ couldn’t control.

But‌‍​ the eyes of⁠ the woman, darkened‍‌‍ by her purpose,⁠ didn’t see the‍‍ screams, only a means to achieve⁠ her world.

“…It’s⁠‍ too filthy, isn’t‌‌ it? No one‍​ can live there.”‍

“Ramashthu!”‍⁠‍

“I‍ won’t allow my​ children to live​ in such a horrendous place!”

The⁠‌‍ woman was shedding⁠ tears.

She⁠‍​ cried for her‍‍ dead children.

The⁠ tears the woman⁠⁠ shed were clearly⁠ the same light⁠‍‍ as the black⁠⁠ moon above.

“My​‍‍ children will live‌ in a pure​ world, free from‌ all this filth!”‌

Madness‍⁠⁠ for her children‌‌‍ and madness for‍‍ God.

Vlad,​⁠‌ who was watching‍‍ both of them,⁠​⁠ was speechless as‌‍ he witnessed the‍​ pure madness.

Fanatics⁠ who couldn’t relate‍ to each other⁠‍‌ because it wasn’t‌‍ their world.

Looking‌ at them like‍⁠⁠ that, the knight‌⁠ of this era⁠​⁠ felt as though‍‌⁠ he were going‌‌ insane.

“…Do‌​ as you wish.⁠​ I’ll do what‍ I have to‌ do too.”

However,‍‌ unlike these people,⁠‌ the world that​ sustains Vlad is​​‍ no one else’s‌​ world but my‍ own world, which​ I created myself.⁠‌‍

My‌​ world, filled only⁠‍⁠ with what I’ve⁠ seen, heard, and⁠‍ learned, kept Vlad‌⁠ standing even amidst‌ all the madness.‌​‍

“I‍‍‍ won’t go crazy.‍‌‍ I’ll never be‌​ like you.”

I hope that in⁠‍ this mad world,‌​⁠ I don’t lose‌ the color of‍ the star I first embraced.

In​‌ the midst of‍‌⁠ Achiuk, filled with‌​ madness and pain,‌⁠ Vlad raised his⁠⁠ silver sword with⁠ that promise.

Crash-!‍⁠

“No!”​‌​

With‍‌ Ramashthu’s scream, Vlad’s​​ sword plunged into​‍ the sinister altar.​⁠

It⁠⁠ was a sharp‌‌ cry that felt‌‌⁠ as if his⁠‍‍ soul were being⁠‌ torn apart, but⁠⁠‍ Vlad gritted his​⁠⁠ teeth and didn’t‍⁠⁠ show the slightest​‌ hesitation in his‍ movements.

“This⁠‌‍ ends now!”

Jet-black‌‍ tears began to‌⁠ flow from the​ tip of the​​‍ blade, violently opening‍‌ the wound.

Vlad’s‌‌​ eyes, noticing those​ tears, filled with​⁠ an unhidden sadness.⁠

“I‍ feel sorry for​ the children! Stop⁠ this now!”

Crash!⁠

Vlad’s⁠⁠ sword pierced through‍⁠​ the black, wolf-like⁠‍‍ altar.

Every​ time the sword​‍‍ flashed, the black‍‌⁠ moon above began‌ to let out⁠ a silent scream.‌⁠

Kuoooooo-!‍

A woman, a disaster,​‌​ crying and a black moon falling.​‍

As​ if it couldn’t⁠‍ leave those poor​‍ beings alone, the‌ tree in the‍‌ sky raised its⁠‌‌ roots, but Vlad​‍‍ was no longer​ there.

Crash!​⁠

[Vlad!]​‌​

“Aghh!”​⁠‌

The​​⁠ altar crumbled beneath‍‍ his feet.

An​‍⁠ altar that fed‌ off the countless‌ deaths below and⁠ raised the black​ moon above my⁠‍‌ head.

[Don’t‍‍ be fooled! This‌ altar is the‌⁠‍ connection between the⁠⁠⁠ worlds!]

The‌⁠‍ world of trees‍‌ began to appear​​ beneath my feet.⁠‌

In​⁠ that world filled⁠‍ with nothing but​ black, wolf-like space,⁠ only an endless‌‍ abyss awaited Vlad‌ with its mouth‍ open.

“Shit!”‍

Vlad⁠‌ fell alone into​⁠⁠ a dark world‍ without a mage​⁠ to explain the‌​⁠ mysteries.

No‍ matter how much‌⁠ he moved, Vlad‍ was slowly sinking‌ into a world‍‌ without a place​ to hold on‍ to.

– Vlad!

“…!!”‍⁠

But‌‌​ Vlad didn’t know.⁠‍‍

Even‌‌ if you’re falling‍‌ into this dark​‍ place, you’re like‍ a shining star⁠‌ to those watching‌​ from below.

– Got it!

There‍​ was a hand‍ reaching out to‌‌ Vlad, who was⁠ endlessly falling.

The‌​ hand, unusually pale‍ and thin, was‍‌‍ clearly the hand⁠‍ of someone Vlad‌ knew well.

“Joseph?”⁠⁠

The⁠⁠ small hands that‌‌‍ reached out countless⁠⁠ times beside him.​

The‍‍​ hands of the⁠⁠ children emerging from‍ the unseen darkness‌ along with Joseph‌‌ were clearly extended‌‌ toward Vlad.

***​⁠‌

“…I’m​ sorry.”

Andreas​​ took the hand‌⁠ of the young‌‍​ deacon and looked‍ up at the‌ black moon above.‍‌

The‌ current sight of⁠‌​ the moon was⁠⁠ clearly too harsh⁠ for the young​​ ones, so Andreas⁠ had no choice​​ but to apologize.​

“Even‍⁠‌ so, I hope‌‌‍ you don’t stop.”⁠​

But‌‌ even so, the‌ boys’ song must‍ continue.

No‌ matter how hard‍⁠ the world in‌ front of you‍⁠​ may seem, you​ are the children‌⁠ who will have‍‌ to live in​ this world from‌‍​ now on.

“If⁠⁠‍ you don’t sing,‌‍‌ who will speak‍‍ of hope in‌​‍ this world?”

“…Bishop.”‌

The⁠ current scene was⁠⁠ surely too gruesome‌‌⁠ and terrifying for​​ the children of​ the next generation​⁠‍ to witness.

However,​‌ Andreas was someone⁠‍ who understood well​‌‍ that there was‍‍ hope only for‍​​ the children.

“We​​ will carry all‍‍​ of this, so⁠‍‌ please, keep singing.”⁠​

To‌ encourage those marching‍​ ahead, to comfort⁠ those who had⁠ already died.

With‍⁠​ those words, Andrea’s‌​ rosary glowed.

“Yes.”‍‌

A woman wept beneath‍ the moon that‍ was falling from​‍‍ above.

It⁠‍‍ was so tragic‌‌ that the world‍ was sinking into‍​‍ this dirty world.⁠

Yet,​⁠ even in this‍ world that the‍‍​ woman called filthy,​‍‍ a song resonated.​‍‍

“I​ really searched everywhere‌ for you! Why⁠‌⁠ are you here?”‍​

– I’m sorry. Everything⁠ happened for a reason.

The​‌ song the children‍‍​ sang echoed throughout‍‍ the battlefield.

And⁠⁠ a star began⁠ to rise upon⁠⁠ hearing it.

“Now‍​ let’s go home.”‍

Vlad,‌ who had been⁠ saved by someone⁠ who lifted him⁠ up, smiled grimly⁠‌ as he looked⁠​⁠ at Joseph standing‍​ right in front⁠⁠‌ of him.

As‍‍ all the children‌‌‌ here were smiling⁠‍ too.

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