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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 255: This Time, Our Way (1)

Chapter 255: This Time, Our Way (1)

The‍‌‍ wide roads were‌⁠ completely filled with‌‍ soldiers.

At​‍​ first glance, it​‍ seemed there were​ tens of thousands‌ of them.

On‍⁠‌ the left, they‌ carried the imperial⁠ flag, and on‌‍‍ the right, the‍‌ flag with the‍‍‍ emblem of a beautiful garden. They⁠⁠​ were the army‌ that Duke Armand⁠‌ had sent with​ his last remaining​​​ forces.

“Stop!​ Halt the army!”‌‌

Following⁠ the signal from​‌ the Iron Duke,‌‍ sent by a white dove, the​‍ Duke of the​​⁠ Court’s army was‌‍‌ marching north along‍ the eastern road.⁠⁠​

Although‍⁠‍ they were in‌‌⁠ a hurry to‌ reach the north,​‍ chasing the army‌‌‍ led by Duke‌‍‌ Sarnus, the Blood⁠‍‌ Dragon Army, there‌​‍ was a reason⁠ they had to‌⁠⁠ stop.

“…What‍⁠​ the hell is‍ that?”

Count​‌​ Arnstein, who had​‌‍ been appointed commander​​​ of this expedition,‍ swallowed hard, as​‌​ if he couldn’t‌‍‍ believe what he‍‍ was seeing before‍⁠‌ his eyes.

He‍‍​ always tried to‍​‌ assess situations based‌ on reason, but‍‍ what he was​ witnessing now was​‍​ beyond explanation or⁠ common sense.

“Could‌ that be… the​‌ moon?”

Over‌‌‌ the sun, which​ was slowly fading,⁠‍ something was rising.⁠​​

A small black moon,‌​ shining like a black pearl.

Not‍ only Count Arnstein,⁠ but everyone present‌ remained silent, staring‌‍⁠ at the sky‍‌⁠ in awe at​ the appearance of⁠⁠ this anomaly.

“What‍ the hell is‍​ happening?”

Although‍ the moon was⁠‍ born in a dark place, it‍‌ rose with the‍⁠ potential it contained,‍ shining intensely.

The⁠​⁠ moon, which seemed⁠​ as if someone‌⁠ had drawn it,⁠‌ gleamed in the​​⁠ sky for all⁠ to see.

-······.‍⁠‌

However,⁠‌‌ though no one‍ could explain it,‍‌ the light from‌‌‍ this moon, appearing​ for the first‍⁠​ time today, seemed‍​ tragic and sorrowful‍​‍ to everyone who‌ saw it.

***‌

“…It’s​‌ a moon that‍​ will never return.”⁠​

A cruel battlefield, with⁠​⁠ tens of thousands‍⁠ of corpses piled⁠ up.

There,⁠‌ a man stood⁠ smiling as he⁠​ looked at the‌‍ rising moon.

“That⁠‌ moon, which has‍‍ appeared along with​‌​ the perfect piece,‍‍ will never return.‌⁠⁠ It was an‍ excellent choice.”

“…”⁠

The‍‌​ bodies were heaped​‌⁠ high, and the⁠ tall tree had‍ collapsed.

Under‌⁠‍ the ruins of‍ the distant church,​⁠‍ priests were busy‌​‌ trying to locate‌⁠ the Pope, but‌​⁠ aside from them,​ everyone else on‍‌ the ground lay​⁠ motionless, unable to​‌⁠ lift even a finger.

“If‍ it was such‌ an excellent choice,​ why didn’t you⁠ do it sooner?”‌

Everyone‍⁠ was utterly exhausted.‍⁠

Like‍ the man currently​‌‌ lying at Vlad’s‌‌​ feet.

“I‌​‌ didn’t do it‍‌⁠ because I couldn’t​⁠ believe in it.​‌ She was already‍‍ mad.”

Frausen,‌ a faded emperor,‌⁠​ remained still with​‌⁠ a massive hole⁠​ in his heart.⁠‍

He​​‍ now looked at‍ Vlad, enduring the​ terrible wounds left​ by the dragon.‍

“Perhaps…​ I couldn’t trust‍ anyone. Not her,‌ not you, not⁠‍ even myself.”

The‍​ light from the‌‍‍ black moon shining‍ down paused momentarily⁠‌ on the body​‍ that was slowly‌ disintegrating.

A small beam of​ moonlight that had​⁠‌ never existed in​‍‍ this world before.‌​​

Frausen’s​ gaze, which had​‍ been fixed on​ the moonlight, suddenly⁠ shifted to the​​ man with black​​​ hair, being carried‌⁠ by Vlad.

“Although⁠ the events of​‍⁠ this era should‌‍‌ have been left​ in the hands⁠​ of the current⁠‍ knights.”

Only⁠‌ now, with everything‍ over, could Frausen‍⁠ understand.

In⁠​‍ the end, the‌​ people who needed​ to remain where⁠ they belonged were‌ the young ones⁠‌ who would lead​ this land into⁠‍ the future, not‌‌‌ those already dead.‍‍‌

“The‍‌‍ oldest dragon has‍‌⁠ gone, in search⁠​ of the pieces‍​ in the north.”​‍‌

Unable⁠‍ to trust in‍ the possibilities he‌​ had sown, how‍‍‍ was he any⁠​​ different from the​‌ oldest dragon, who‌‍⁠ coveted those young⁠⁠‌ possibilities?

However,‌​⁠ there was a small consolation: the‍⁠⁠ other part of​‌ him, residing within​‌​ this knight, had⁠​​ followed the right​‌ path.

“He‍ has dragon wings.⁠ So, you won’t​‌‍ be able to‌ catch up.”

Thus,⁠​⁠ raising his crumbling‌​‍ body one last‌‌‌ time, the resurrected‌⁠‌ emperor pointed toward​⁠ the city of​ Bastopol, the Iron‌​ Duke’s stronghold.

“It‌‍ may not be​ perfect, but it‌ will be stronger‍⁠‍ than anything else.‍‌‌ You must stop⁠​ him from now⁠ on.”

[······.]‌​

Vlad​‍​ turned his head⁠ to follow the​‌⁠ direction Frausen was​​​ pointing.

His​‍ fingers, directing toward‍‌ the land of‍⁠ the north where‍ I was born,​‍ gradually dispersed and‍​​ disappeared.

“…No⁠‍ matter where he‌‌‌ goes.”

However,​ the place Vlad​⁠‍ was looking toward‍⁠‌ wasn’t where Frausen‌⁠ had pointed.

“I⁠⁠ already knew that⁠‍‌ the world of⁠⁠ dragons wouldn’t be‍​ enough to face⁠​ him.”

Vlad,‍⁠​ who had already⁠ encountered Sarnus in‍ Namarka, had realized‍ that the world‌​‌ of dragons alone​⁠⁠ could not stand‌‍⁠ against him.

That’s‍​​ why Vlad was​ looking toward the‍‌​ distant city of‍‍​ Soara, in the⁠​ far north.

“So​ this time, I’ll⁠‍‍ settle it my​⁠‍ way, not yours.”​‍

There,​ in that northern‌​ land, was the‍ city where he‌⁠⁠ was born, the⁠ companions who believed​ in him, and‍ the possibilities he⁠⁠ had saved.

The​‍‍ many colors that​ awaited him there​⁠ could be the‍ only way to⁠​ fight the dragon,​​ who was closer​‌‍ to perfection.

“…Yes.”⁠‍​

Frausen⁠⁠‌ laughed as he‌‌​ looked at the‍‌⁠ knight of this‍‍ era, who gazed⁠‍ in a completely​​ different direction than​ the one he‌ had pointed to.‍‌‍

It‌‍⁠ may be an‌ attempt that could‍ end in another​‍‌ failure, but even‍⁠ that failure was‌⁠ a right that‌‍ belonged to the⁠‍⁠ owners of this‍ era.

“The‌‍ moon shines.”

Frausen’s⁠ fingers, illuminated by​‍​ the moonlight, scattered.⁠

Like​ fleeting dust.

Watching⁠​ as the emperor’s⁠​ body slowly disintegrated,​‍ as if he​⁠ had been waiting⁠⁠‌ for this all⁠‌ along, Vlad silently​ lifted a faded‍⁠​ sword from within‍‍‌ himself.

***​⁠‌

The​ distant western sea,​‍ where the moon‌‌‌ that had risen⁠‍ in the east‍‌ could not yet​‍ be seen.

In‍ that place, which​‌ should have been​ calm, the waves⁠ were being violently​ stirred by enormous​ ships.

Boom!​‌ Boom-boom!

The‌ cries of sailors‌ echoed alongside the⁠‌ booming cannons.

However,​ even among the⁠‍⁠ golden flags, a red rose flag‌​ fluttered vigorously.

“Otar,​‍ prepare the third‌ shot!”

“Load⁠‌ the cannons! Focus!”⁠

Amidst‍ the golden fleet,‍‌ which had regained​‌ its strength, the⁠⁠⁠ northern ships fought‌‌ valiantly.

Though‌⁠‍ they were few‌‍​ in number compared‌ to the relentless‍⁠‌ assault of the‍​ golden ships, the‍ northern ships, with​‌ waterwheels on either‍‍ side, maneuvered evasively⁠ to overcome their‌⁠​ numerical disadvantage.

“Still⁠ scurrying like a rat, red rose!”​‍​

There​‌ was a person​​​ laughing heartily beneath‍ the golden flag‌‍⁠ at the sight⁠⁠ of the northern‌‍ ships.

“Why​⁠ don’t you charge⁠ at me like​​ you did last‍ time, you insolent​‌ brat?”

It⁠‌⁠ was Kazan Barbosa,⁠‍ the Duke of‍ Gold.

Another​‌ wave was heading‌​ toward the north,‌‍ now aimed at‌​‍ the city of⁠‍​ Nassau.

These​​ were strong waves,​‌ coming to invade‍​ the last sea‌​‌ route the North​ had left.

“This‌‌ time I’ll make‍ you pay for‌​​ that debt! The​​ ships you sank‌​​ here are worth‌ exactly 34,564 gold‍ coins, so don’t‍​‍ worry, I’ll make​​ you pay for‍‍ every coin!”

After⁠ suffering astronomical losses​‍ in the western‌‌ sea, his eyes​‍​ were as red⁠⁠ as the red‍​ beard he was​ currently growing out.‌

There⁠ was only one‌‍ place he was‍ focused on: the​‍⁠ flag of the‍​ red rose.

However,‌⁠ the one-legged captain⁠‍ standing beneath the‌‌ flag was also‌​ watching Barbosa.

“I’m⁠‍ not a brat,‍‍‌ I’m Captain Harven!”⁠‍

And⁠‍​ with his ship‌‍‌ turning to the‌⁠ side, something no‍ wind-powered ship could⁠‌ achieve, Barbosa was‌‍ left completely baffled.​

“And‍​ sorry, but it⁠⁠‌ seems I owe‌‍ you even more!”⁠

Numerous‌⁠ cannons were lined​‍‌ up along the​‌ ship’s sides.

But​​ to Barbosa, the⁠‌ one-legged captain holding‍⁠ his old captain’s‍ hat seemed more‍‌ menacing than the‌​ cannons aimed at‍ him.

“Firing​​‌ from that distance?”‌​‍

Boom!‍⁠⁠ Boom-boom!

The‌ northern cannons aimed​‌‌ directly at Barbosa,⁠​‍ who muttered in⁠⁠​ disbelief.

The‌‍ cannons, glinting faintly,‌ had been crafted‍ by dwarves.

“Fire!”‌

With​‍ pent-up fury, the‌‍ cannonballs flew in‍​⁠ the direction of‍ the wind Harven⁠ had caught.

“Fire!⁠‍‌ Fire!”

“Those⁠​ damned southern bastards!⁠​ Let’s kill them‌‍‍ all!”

Cannonballs⁠⁠​ capable of reaching‌​ the longest distance‍ in the world.⁠

Bang!​⁠ Boom!

The⁠⁠‍ cannonballs, fired by⁠ the dwarves of‌‍ Nidavellir, flew toward⁠ Barbosa.

However,​‌​ the wind that‌ pushed behind those⁠​ cannonballs was likely‍‌‌ not due to​‍ the dwarves’ skills,‍ but to the​​ sea spirits that‌​⁠ had arisen, following‍⁠⁠ the persistent scent⁠​‌ of Vlad.

***‍

“Father,‍‌ the western troops⁠ that departed from‍‍​ the city of‌‌ Nassau have reached‌ the nearby villages.”‌‍

A heavy silence filled‍​ Alicia’s office in‌‍‍ the city of​​ Deirmar.

This‌​‌ was because the‍​ walls of Deirmar​ alone could not⁠​‍ withstand the forces‌ of Gaidar and⁠⁠‍ the Duke of‍​ Gold, who were⁠​ now advancing here.‌​

“They​⁠​ managed to regroup,‍​ despite Barbosa’s siege.”​⁠​

The‍ western lords who​‍ had once declared‍ they would not​ follow Gaidar were‍ now arriving at‍ the port near​ Deirmar via Nassau.​‌‌

They​‌ had joined the‌ Northern Front under​​ Charlottd Ravnoma’s banner​​‌ and were valuable‌ allies for the​‌ looming war.

“The‍⁠ northern captains gave​‍⁠ it their all.”​

“…”‌​‍

Peter‍‍ nodded silently at‍⁠‌ Rutiger’s earlier report.⁠

Though⁠‍‍ he said they​‍‍ had done their‌‍ best, what had⁠‍ occurred was nothing​⁠‌ short of a miracle.

There‌‌ had likely been‍‌​ a desperate battle​‌ that could not⁠ be summed up⁠ in just a few words.

“Good.​ Even unexpected troops​ have joined.”

Peter⁠‌‍ nodded, stood up,‍​‌ and walked to​ the window, looking‍‌ outside.

Though⁠​⁠ it was a small territory, there‌‍ were dozens of‍ flags standing tall.‍‌‌

But⁠​ among them, certain‍​‍ flags caught Peter’s‍ attention.

“…Even⁠ in truly unexpected‌‍ places.”

They‌​ weren’t imperial flags‌ but those expressing‌ themselves with colorful‍‍‍ threads.

Though‌⁠ everyone had wanted​‍‌ to drive them⁠⁠ away, Joseph had‍​‍ insisted on welcoming‌ the northern barbarians,‌​ who now stood‌​ on this battlefield.‌‌​

“What’s⁠⁠‌ the situation with​‍‌ the dragon fragment?”‍‍⁠

“Following‌⁠ the mage Ragmus’s‍⁠ guidance, they have​‌ arrived near Soara.”‍‍

“We⁠ must regroup soon.”‍

However,​‌⁠ even if all‍​‍ these people gathered‌‌⁠ together, it was‍‌⁠ clear that they​⁠‍ would still be⁠​ outmatched against the‍⁠ Allied Forces of‌⁠ the West and‍‍ South.

According‍ to an urgent​​ telegram sent by​ the Iron Duke,⁠ even the blood⁠⁠ dragon duke, Sarnus,⁠ was after the​ dragon fragment. To​‌⁠ overcome this disadvantage,⁠​ Peter needed a castle wall higher‍⁠⁠ than Deirmar’s.

“How‍​‌ are the evacuation​‌‌ preparations, Baroness Alicia?”⁠​

“…”‌

At​ that moment, everyone’s‍ eyes in the⁠ office focused on‌‍⁠ one woman following⁠ Peter’s words.

Baroness‌‍ Alicia Hainal was‌⁠‌ the rightful owner‌​ of this land,‍​‍ but in the​‌ end, she had‌ no choice but​​ to relinquish it‍ due to her​⁠‍ lack of power.‍⁠

She⁠‍​ opened her mouth,​‌‌ unable to lift‌ her head, seething​‌⁠ with anger over⁠ her own shortcomings.‌⁠

“I’ve​ sent the elderly⁠‍ and children in‍‍ the first wave‍⁠‌ of the evacuation.”‍

“Then,⁠‌ Baroness, you should‌‍‌ head to Soara‍ as well…”

Since⁠‍‍ it was such​‌ a sensitive issue,‌‍ Rutiger stepped forward​‌ instead of Peter,⁠⁠‍ but he fell‌‍ silent when he‌ saw Alicia’s bloodshot‌‍ eyes.

“I‍ will stay here‍‌⁠ until the very​ end.”

Though​​ she lacked the‌ power to defend‌ it, she was⁠​ determined to fulfill‌ her final duty‌ by seeing her⁠​​ territory off.

Even​‌ Rutiger had no​ choice but to⁠⁠​ nod at her‍‌ resolute spirit.

“I⁠‌ will stay until‌‍⁠ my territory has​‍ fully departed.”

Deirmar⁠⁠ had finally found​‌‌ hope, but there⁠⁠ was nothing she‍ could do against‌​​ the devastating waves⁠‌ of war.

The‍ waves were too‍ much even for⁠ Bayezid, the pillar⁠‍⁠ of the North,‌‍⁠ so her decision‌ to abandon the‍ territory she was‌ supposed to protect⁠‌ felt like the⁠ pain of having⁠ her arm ripped‍​​ off.

-······.⁠‌

The‍‍ landscape behind her.‌​​

In‌​ the lemon-scented hills‌‌​ of Deirmar, a white serpent peeked‌‌​ its head.

Its‍‌‍ eyes, which seemed⁠⁠​ somehow worried, were​‍​ fixed on the‍‍⁠ golden dragon still‍ flying in the‌​ far north.

Kyu-!⁠

-······?​​​

At‍‍​ that moment, a cute sound was‌​‌ heard, one that‍ didn’t match the‌ tense atmosphere.

It⁠‍ was such a carefree sound that​​ it drew not⁠‍ only the attention‍ of the white‌‍ serpent but also⁠‌​ the small spirits⁠‍‍ atop it.

Kyu?‍⁠

-······??⁠‍

From‍‍ a small hole,‌‌​ the head of⁠⁠⁠ a mole peeked⁠‌‌ out.

Unlike‍‍ common moles, this​‌‍ one shimmered as‍ it gazed at‍⁠‍ the white serpent,⁠ tilting its head‍‍ curiously.

“It‍ would have been⁠⁠ better to head‍​​ directly to Sturma.”​

“There⁠‍ was no choice.‌‌ The mark I made only reached‌‍‍ here. The poor‍ thing needed to‍‌ know the way,‌‍ didn’t he?”

From⁠​⁠ the hole the‌ mole had dug,‍‍ familiar voices could​ be heard.

They⁠⁠ were the voices​ of the young​​⁠ blonde who had⁠​​ first recognized it​‍ and Baradis, who⁠⁠⁠ had followed him⁠ from the world⁠‌ tree to this‍‌​ place.

“But‌​ we made it​‍ here safely.”

Numerous‍‌ men emerged one‌‍‍ by one from⁠​​ the dark cave,‌ as if they​‌‌ had been waiting.⁠

Elves,​‌‌ beastmen, and even​⁠ humans.

The‍‍ men, regardless of​⁠‍ race, were all​​ mixed together, their⁠⁠ faces covered in‍ black dust, as‌ if they had‍‌ hurriedly marched through.‌‍

“…There’s‌⁠‌ Peter.”

The‍‍​ white serpent, the​⁠‌ guardian deity of‍‍ Deirmar, blinked its⁠‌ small eyes as‌⁠​ if it couldn’t‌ comprehend the sudden‌‍ sight before it.‌​⁠

However,‌ what caught the⁠⁠​ white serpent’s attention​‌‍ even more than​ the people emerging⁠‌ was a small⁠ root waving at​‌ it.

-······!⁠‌

A familiar root.

Another⁠‌ world tree that‍⁠​ had been born‌‌⁠ from the same​ mother as her.‍‌

Recognizing‍‌ that tree, bright⁠ tears began to‌‌‌ well up in‍‍ the white serpent’s​⁠ eyes.

“I’ll‍⁠ take you to‌⁠​ our father.”

Finally,⁠ the worlds had‍‌ reunited.

However,⁠‌⁠ Joseph, who was‍‌⁠ being carried on​ someone’s back, kept​⁠ his head down⁠‍​ without saying a word.

“…We‍⁠ can finally go‍ home.”

The‌ oldest dragon, wandering⁠ in search of‍‍ fragments, and the‌​​ countless armies sinking‌‌ their teeth into‌ the North.

As‌⁠⁠ the oldest dragon⁠​ sought the fragment⁠⁠⁠ and the numerous​ armies sharpened their‍⁠⁠ blades against the‌‌​ North, black twilight⁠​⁠ descended upon Deirmar,‌ filled with every‍​ color imaginable.

Like‌‌⁠ a field of⁠ flowers in full​ bloom, each color‍⁠ shone brightly, standing‌‌‍ tall against the‍ impending threat.

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