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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 257: The Last Piece (1)

Chapter 257: The Last Piece (1)

A road in the⁠​ north, still covered‌‌​ in snow, which‌ was just beginning‍‌ to melt.

There⁠‌‍ was a carriage‍‍​ traveling along the⁠‌ road, where they​⁠ say spring is‌​‍ the last to⁠⁠ arrive on the‍‌‌ continent.

“Giddy​ up! Giddy up!”​⁠​

Knights‍‌‌ in gleaming armor⁠​‍ escorted a dark⁠​ brown carriage.

At​‍​ first glance, the​‌⁠ group seemed extraordinary,‍⁠‍ but they were‌ now rushing along‍​ the frozen northern‍‍‍ road as if‍‌ something was chasing⁠‌‌ them.

“Sir‍⁠ Gregory! We must‌ hurry!”

The⁠ breath of the⁠​ exhausted horses grew⁠‌ thicker, and the‍​⁠ sweat of the​ men, frozen by⁠‍ the cold wind,‌‌ was already sticking⁠‍ to their beards.​‍​

However,​ there was a reason why they‍ couldn’t stop, despite⁠ their exhausting march.​‍‌

“They’ve⁠‍ just spotted the​‌‍ shadow of a dragon over Soara!”‌‍

That’s​ because the being⁠⁠ following them now⁠​​ was a dragon,‍⁠ one only spoken​ of in legends.​

It​​⁠ was neither an​​ ordinary enemy nor‍‌ a cunning trap,‍‌‍ but the pursuit‌​​ of a dragon,⁠‍ which made this‍⁠ convoy, sent from‌‌‍ Sturma under Peter’s‌ command, unable to‍⁠ stop.

“Shit!‍​‍ It’s too fast!”‌⁠⁠

Gregory,​‍‍ the knight in‍‌ charge of the⁠ convoy, pressed his​⁠⁠ lips together at‌​ the sound of‍‍ Ragmus’s voice coming‌⁠ from inside the⁠‌ carriage.

The‌​​ shadow of the⁠‌⁠ ancient dragon, spotted​ over the skies​ of Soara.

It‍​‍ was likely after‌⁠ the dragon piece‌ they were transporting.​

“I‌​ knew from the‌‍ beginning this wouldn’t​ work!”

Today⁠ marked the 14th​‍ day since they‌‌ began transporting the‍‍ dragon piece from‍​‌ Sturma.

Gregory​ had never run​​‍ this far in​‌ his life, but‍‌ the dragon chasing‍‌⁠ them had already‍ crossed the northern⁠ part of the‍‌‌ country and had​ arrived at the⁠ white, pure snowfield.‌⁠⁠

“Maxim!⁠‌ How much farther⁠⁠​ to Deirmar?”

“We‍⁠​ still have at‍‌​ least 12 hours‌‍‍ to go, sir.”⁠

“Damn‌ it!”

Not‌​ much was left,​ but the distance‌‌‌ seemed impossible to⁠⁠ cover.

Realizing​⁠ that the mission⁠ would be impossible‌​‌ to accomplish, even‍ without calculating, Gregory​‍ looked at Ragmus,⁠⁠ who was running‌​​ alongside him.

“Do⁠⁠ it.”

Just‍‍ as the rising⁠​⁠ sun cannot be‌‌‍ stopped, a flying‍ dragon is also​ something that humans​ cannot stop.

The​‌​ dragon was like‌‌ a calamity, but‍⁠ that didn’t mean​ he could simply‌‌ sit back and‍⁠ watch the impending‌‌‌ destruction.

“…We’ll​⁠ proceed with the⁠​ second plan.”

Seeing⁠‍⁠ Ragmus nod as‍‍ if he was⁠‍ ready, Gregory’s finger,​ pointing at the​‍ knights, became busy.​​

“Maxim!⁠​‍ Cade!”

Gregory’s‍ fingers selected the‌‍‍ fastest knights, not​‌​ the strongest.

As⁠ he pointed, the⁠‍‌ knights galloped closer,⁠‌ their horses running‌⁠⁠ at full speed.‌

“And…”​

Knight‍ Cade, son of‍ a hunter, and⁠ Knight Maxim, an⁠⁠ expert horseman, were‌ natural choices.

However,⁠ unlike before, Gregory’s‍ last finger hesitated‌ slightly.

“…Will‍‍ you help us?”‍‌​

Because⁠ where Gregory’s finger‌​ now pointed stood‍ a barbarian warrior‍ with colorful cloths⁠ tied around his⁠⁠‍ head.

Agge,‌ a warrior of​ the Budart tribe,​ who called themselves‌‍​ the Children of‍ the Plains.

In‌​⁠ the past, their​‍‍ relationship was one⁠‌ of plundering and​⁠ pillaging, but among‍‌‍ the men present⁠​ now, none were⁠⁠⁠ likely as fast⁠‌ as Agge.

“You​⁠ finally acknowledge me,⁠​ imperial knight.”

It⁠ was a somewhat‌‍ nervous question, but‌​ Agge’s face remained‌⁠ calm as he‍‌​ answered.

“Don’t⁠⁠ worry. I’ve been​ planning to repay​ the debt for‌‍​ losing the inner​⁠‍ wall.”

The‍‌⁠ Budart tribe, which‌ had lost their⁠ home to the‌‍ Dragon Slayer Knights‍ and Lindworm.

However,​⁠​ thanks to the⁠ wall provided by⁠⁠ the young man‍ with dark eyes,​ they managed to‌​ escape the deadly‌​‍ cold.

“In‌‌ essence, the price​⁠⁠ of life can​⁠ only be paid⁠‌‌ with life.”

The‍⁠ northerners and the‍​ barbarians had been‌‍ divided by the‌​ line drawn by⁠ the ancient dragon.​‍​

However,‍‌‌ the dragon fragment​⁠‍ that Gregory was‌‍ transporting clearly passed⁠ through that divide.‌

***‍

Vlad‌​ and the knights‍‍⁠ were heading towards‍ Soara along the⁠‍ northern road that⁠‌ was gradually thawing.​‌

Dressed​ in varied attire‍ and carrying different⁠‌‌ banners, they rode‌⁠​ hard toward the⁠‍‌ northern city.

“I‌⁠​ see it! I see it!”

“What​⁠ is it?!”

At‌‍ that moment, Nibelun’s​ urgent voice echoed‍‌ among those riding‌⁠​ without pause.

“A‍‍​ golden dragon!”

Nibelun’s‍ vision, cupping his‍ rounded palms over‌‌​ his eyes, looked‍‌‌ rather comical.

However,‍⁠‍ no one could‍ easily mock the‍⁠‍ mystery of Nibelun‍ when they saw‌ the eyes drawn​ on his palms‌​ moving wildly.

“Over​‍ there… Soara. No,​⁠‍ the concentration is⁠‌ too strong.”

Nibelun​​ quickly raised a few fingers as⁠⁠ if it wasn’t​ the case, and‌​⁠ began to recite‍​‌ the scene before‍⁠​ him in detail‌ as though he‍ could see it‍​ this time.

“It⁠​​ looks like it’s​‌ already passed Soara!‍​​ It’s flying toward‌​ us on the​‍‍ road!”

Though⁠ he didn’t shout‌‌ loudly, everyone heard⁠ his voice.

The‍ ancient dragon, flying​ in the opposite⁠ direction, was approaching⁠ rapidly, causing several‌ knights to swallow⁠‌‌ nervously in anticipation‌ of the imminent​​‌ encounter.

“Is​ that so?”

However,​⁠ unlike the other​‍ knights, Vlad, who⁠​​ was riding ahead,‌⁠‌ seemed a little‍‌‍ relieved.

“I‍‌‍ guess we’re not⁠ too late.”

Having‍​‍ to be where‌ one needs to⁠‌ be also means​ arriving at the‍‍ right moment.

The​‍ fact that the⁠ dragon was descending⁠‌ from the sky​⁠ to the ground‍​‌ meant that it⁠⁠ hadn’t found what⁠‍ it was looking​⁠ for.

“Eh?!​ Oh!”

However,​ the urgency in‍⁠ Nibelun’s voice now​‌‌ told Vlad that‍⁠ there wasn’t much⁠⁠​ time left.

“It’s​ descending! It’s descending!”​

“To⁠ where?”

It⁠‌ was a sight⁠ only he could​‌⁠ see, but Nibelun‍ was gasping nervously,​‌ raising his voice​⁠⁠ as if he’d‍⁠‌ forgotten even that.⁠

“…To‌‌ the carriage!”

Through‌‍​ his cupped hands,⁠ Nibelun could see‍ the terrifying vision‍‍​ of an enormous‌‌​ dragon descending from​ the sky, rapidly⁠ approaching the dark⁠‌⁠ brown carriage.

“The‌ carriage has been‍​ destroyed!”

The‍​‍ knights of Bayezid,​​​ who tried to‍‍ fend off the‌‌ dragon with their​⁠ auras, were useless‍ against its hard​‍ golden scales.

“Hurry,‌ everyone! We’re out‍‍⁠ of time!”

The​ fragments of the‌⁠‌ carriage flew noisily​‍⁠ from the dragon’s‍ claws.

Nibelun​ felt as if​ his screams could⁠​⁠ be heard even‍‍​ in the terrible⁠ scene he witnessed⁠‍​ through his mysterious‌‍ sight.

***‌​‌

“Ughhhh…”‌⁠

Red‌⁠ blood was splattered⁠‍⁠ across the snow‍ that had yet‍‍ to melt.

The⁠⁠⁠ mangled bodies of‌​‍ horses and the‍‌⁠ scattered corpses of​‍ knights painted a horrifying scene.

Under‍‌ Bayezid’s tattered banner,​‌ Knight Gregory lay‍ unconscious, as if​ dead.

“You⁠‍ ran quite far.”​

“…Isn’t‌‍⁠ it the duty‌ of a mage​⁠ to find a way, anytime and​‌ anywhere?”

The​​⁠ roof was shattered,⁠‍‌ and the mage‍‌​ Ragmus laughed weakly⁠ from within the⁠​‌ remains of the​⁠ carriage, which now‌‍ only retained its‍ shape.

“Don’t​ you realize it’s⁠ a futile effort?⁠‍‍ The more you‍⁠ struggle, the more​ you’ll suffer.”

However,⁠​ the Dragonblood Duke,⁠ Sarnus, merely scowled‌‍ as if displeased‌ by his laughter.‍‌​

“You⁠⁠ should’ve been content‍‍ with crawling on​ the ground, as​​‌ you were born⁠⁠ to.”

Insignificant⁠⁠‍ humans who, despite​⁠‌ being crawling creatures,‌‍​ had caused so⁠‍​ much trouble for⁠ the northern knights.⁠‍‌

Even‌‌⁠ after crushing them,‍ Sarnus’s blue eyes⁠⁠‌ were still filled‍ with insatiable anger,⁠ as if he​ wasn’t yet satisfied.‍‌

“Where’s‌‍‌ the piece?”

“Cough⁠‌⁠ Cough Ughhh…”

With⁠⁠ a rough yank,​‌‌ Sarnus lifted Ragmus⁠‍‌ by the collar⁠‍ of his robe⁠ and uncovered a black box.

It⁠‍ was a black‍ box that the‌⁠​ old man, covered⁠ in blood, refused​ to relinquish until‍‌ the end.

“Hmm?”‌

However,‌‌‌ in the box‍ Sarnus examined, the​⁠‍ silver chains that‍‍‍ should have been‌⁠⁠ wrapped around it‍​ were missing.

“…No‍⁠⁠ matter how lowly‍​ a creature may‌ be, there’s always‍ room to escape.”‍

Where‌ the chains should’ve⁠ been, there were⁠ only symbols drawn‍​ in blood.

Looking​⁠​ at Ragmus’s wrist,⁠ stained red, Sarnus,‍​ the Dragonblood Duke,⁠⁠ felt he could‌ tell where the‌⁠ blood came from.​

“It‍‌ seems age has​ finally caught up‌⁠‍ with you. Can’t‍⁠‍ you even recognize⁠⁠‍ a dragon’s tracks⁠ hidden by an​ old man?”

Ragmus,‌ who had hidden‍⁠⁠ the dragon’s tracks‌‍‍ with his magic,‍⁠⁠ smiled.

His‌​ aged face, full‍ of wrinkles, showed‍ the final smile‍‍ of his life.⁠‍⁠

“Damn⁠‌‍ barbarians…”

Crack!‌

With‌ a chilling sound,​ Ragmus’s body, his​ neck broken, collapsed⁠‍ lifelessly.

“Still‌​‌ interfering to the​ end?”

At⁠‌ the same time,‍‌ Sarnus’s blue eyes‍⁠ turned toward a pure white forest.⁠​

Now,⁠​ without the magic‌ blocking his sight,‌‌⁠ he could clearly​‍⁠ sense the presence⁠⁠​ of the piece‍‍​ hidden in the‌​ snowy woods.

***‌​‍

Graaahhh!​

The‍ roar of an‍‍ enraged dragon echoed‍​‌ in the distance,⁠⁠⁠ and snowflakes gently‌⁠‍ fell from the‌ branches of the⁠‌ trees.

Even⁠⁠‌ the forest seemed‍‍‌ terrified by the​​ fury of the​ ancient dragon, and​‍‌ that fury was‌ directed at three‌‍‍ knights.

“Get‌‍ up on the​ road!”

A hunter’s path somewhere‌ between the road⁠ and the forest.‍‍​

The‌‌‌ trio—Maxim, Cade, and‍⁠ Agge—who were running​​‌ along a hunter’s⁠ trail between the​‍​ road and the​ forest, realized they⁠‌ could no longer⁠⁠ hide.

In‌​​ a hurry, they​‌ began to climb‍‍ up to the​‍‍ wider road.

“Have​​‍ all the others⁠‌⁠ fallen?”

“I‌ don’t know either!”⁠

Cade⁠​⁠ shook his head,⁠⁠⁠ saying he didn’t​‍ know, but in⁠ his arms was​⁠⁠ a piece glowing​‍ crimson.

The‌‍ piece, wrapped in‌ paper imbued with‌⁠⁠ blood-red magic, had‍⁠‌ been handed to⁠ them by the​⁠⁠ mage Ragmus, who‌‍ had cast his⁠⁠⁠ final spell over​​​ it.

“Either‌‍ way, it’s just‌⁠ the three of⁠ us left now!”⁠‌

The​⁠​ piece, a manifestation‌‌⁠ of the most⁠​ perfect possibility, continued‍⁠ whispering temptations even⁠ now.

However,​​​ to Cade, who⁠​‌ was not a dragon, it was⁠ merely an annoying,‌⁠​ sparkling jewel.

Still,⁠ the whispers of⁠ the piece kept‌​⁠ calling out to‍ the ancient dragon⁠ in the sky.‌‍⁠

“…I‌‍‌ see it!”

Finally,⁠ a green field⁠‌‍ became visible ahead⁠​​ of the knights‌‌ on horseback.

Unlike‌​ the northern road,​ which had yet‍​ to thaw, it‌‍ was a field​ full of spring,‍‌ just beginning to‍ bloom.

“It’s‌‌‌ coming!”

Graaaahhh!⁠

But⁠ before they could‍⁠​ reach the spring,​‌ the shadow of‌‍‍ a colossal dragon‍⁠⁠ loomed over them.‌‍

The⁠⁠​ shadow of a beast that sought​​‍ to put all⁠​ the world’s possibilities​‍⁠ beneath its feet.⁠‍

Yet,​ even beneath that‍‍‍ enormous presence, Agge‍‍ managed to spot‌​‌ a small flag​ waving ahead.

“…I‌‍‌ found it.”

A flag that seemed⁠ vaguely like a mirage.

However,‌ the flag was⁠‌ clearly moving toward​‍ them.

“Give‍‌‌ me the piece.”‌

“What?”‍

“Give‍‌ me the piece.”⁠

The⁠‍‌ cool breath of‍‍⁠ the dragon could⁠‍​ already be felt​ behind them.

Yet,‌‍‍ despite the overwhelming‍⁠⁠ force, Agge calmly​⁠ placed the glowing​ red piece into‍‌ his sling without‌ hesitation.

“I’ll‍ tell you this‍‌‍ for sure.”

After​‌ winter, spring has‌‍ finally come.

But‌ as he calculated‌‌ the distance that⁠⁠​ still seemed unreachable,‍ Agge began to‌ spin the sling.⁠​‌

Roaaaarr!‌

The⁠ shadow closing in⁠ on him grew‍ darker, but it​ was probably not⁠ as dark as‌ the black horse‍​ in front of⁠‌ him.

The‍ descendant of the‌ unicorn he had​‍ longed to possess.⁠

Yet,​‍‌ Agge smiled as‍ he looked at‌​ the blonde knight‌⁠ ahead of him,​ appearing far better⁠‌⁠ suited for the‌‍‌ task.

“…Yes.‍ I heard he‌‌ likes the color‌‌ red.”

Roaaaarr!​‌

The⁠‌⁠ ground on which​ the son of⁠‌‌ the plains trod​‍ was already filled‍⁠ with bright green⁠ shoots.

A red light fired‌​‍ by Agge in⁠⁠ the direction where‌‍⁠ the shoots had​ started to grow.‌​

The⁠ light flew beyond​ the dragon’s claws⁠ toward the gleaming‍‌ red reins of‍⁠​ Noir, visible in‍​‍ the distance.

***‍​⁠

Booomm-!​⁠

“No!”​‌‌

Along⁠ with the loud⁠ crash from the‌‍ dragon, a massive​​ cloud of dust‌ began to rise⁠​ over the northern‍⁠​ road.

The​⁠‍ dust cloud, mixed⁠ with many snowflakes,​ came with a cool breeze that‍ ruffled Vlad’s hair.‍‍​

“Damn⁠⁠ it!”

In‍‌ dust so thick‍‌⁠ that it was‌ truly hard to​​ see even an​​⁠ inch ahead.

But‌‍ what pained Vlad​⁠ more was the​‍​ last vision of​⁠ the knights running​ toward him.

[Vlad!‍ Look out!]

But⁠‍ the piece they‍​‌ had sent was⁠‍ undoubtedly aimed at‍​⁠ Vlad.

Thump-!​​​

“…Look⁠ out?”

The​ beating of his⁠⁠⁠ heart pointed in‌ one direction.

Lifting‍ his head in‌ that direction, Vlad‍ could make out⁠⁠⁠ a familiar red‍‍ light amidst the⁠ thick dust.

“Noir!”⁠​⁠

-Stop!⁠‌

Amid​​ the dragon’s roar⁠ and the commotion,​​​ a red light‌ hovered.

The⁠‍​ dragon and the‍‍ black horse began⁠‌ to race across⁠ the green field‌ toward the sculpture⁠‌ floating at the‍ boundary between winter⁠ and spring.

Graaaahhh-!​⁠‍

The‌ majesty of the‍ golden dragon before‍‌ them was truly‍‌ awe-inspiring, but Noir’s‌​‌ eyes, as he​‍ ran, were filled‌​ only with the​⁠‍ bright red fragment.‍​

Hiiiiiing-!‍‌

As​ the horse raced​⁠ toward the dragon‌‌ fragment, a white​ horn began to​⁠​ form on its​ head.

That⁠ horn belonged to​ the unicorn, a creature that could⁠ only be born​ in the green​⁠​ meadow.

[Go‌‌⁠ faster!]

A red light lingered‌ for a moment⁠‌ between the dragon’s⁠ claws and the​⁠⁠ boy’s hand, which‍⁠‍ barely passed by.​‌

It⁠⁠ was the last‌​⁠ fragment of the​ dragon, lost among⁠ the scales of‍ the same color‍ and the golden‌ hair, unsure where⁠​ it belonged.

“…I’ve‌‍ got it!”

The⁠ fragment of the‌‌ dragon, shot by‍⁠ the knights who⁠ had endured the‌‌‍ winter.

And⁠‌ the one who‌​​ caught that fragment‍​ was the hand⁠​ of the boy,⁠​ reaching out at‌ the end of⁠​ spring.

Vlad’s‌‍ hand, arriving just⁠⁠ in time, managed‌ to grasp the‌ last fragment of‌​‌ the dragon.

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