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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 290: Side Story – The Song of the Forgotten (2)

Chapter 290: Side Story – The Song of the Forgotten (2)

“That’s‌ what old age‍ is like. You‍‍⁠ become a child‍ again and end⁠⁠​ up returning to‍ the past.”

Ramund‍ patted Emil on‌ the shoulder as‍​ he spoke.

“Of‍ course seeing her‍‌‍ must have surprised​ you. It’s the‌⁠​ first time you’ve​ met someone like​​‍ that. But don’t⁠ be afraid of‌‌ Lady Oksana. She​⁠⁠ took care of‍​ your father since⁠ he was young.⁠​‌ You should know​​ that you also⁠‌‍ grew up surrounded⁠‌ by her affection.”‌‍​

The​ children who had‌ seen Oksana the⁠‍‌ day before had​⁠‌ been deeply shaken.‌⁠

In⁠‍⁠ theory, they knew‍​‍ such illnesses existed,‌​ but seeing someone‍​⁠ wandering through memories‍ of the past‍‍ was something entirely​ different.

Even‌‍ for them, it​‍ was difficult to​ process.

“That’s‍‌‍ why you should‌​ learn to enjoy‍‍​ each moment as​⁠ it comes. Don’t‍​ worry about things​ that haven’t happened‌​ yet. Look what‍⁠​ a beautiful day‍ it is today.”‌⁠‍

Ramund‌ spread his arms‌⁠ as if he​‍ wanted to show⁠ them the world.‌‌

“Eat⁠‌​ as much as‍ you want. I’ll⁠‌ pay for everything.”⁠‌⁠

At‍ the end of​​ Ramund’s outstretched hand⁠ rose the enormous‍‌​ walls of Sturma.​‌‌

And‍ above them shone‌​​ the warm sun​​ that had appeared‌⁠​ after the rain.⁠‌​

It‌⁠⁠ was a weekend⁠‌‌ morning.

The​‍⁠ cheerful voices of‌ little fledglings leaving​‍‌ the Bayezid manor⁠ echoed everywhere.

“Wow!⁠ Look at all​‌ those stalls. It⁠ looks like a festival.”

Tarenian‍⁠ shaded his eyes‍​ with one hand​⁠ as he looked⁠ over the scene.‌

“Was‍‍‍ Sturma always such‌‍​ a colorful city?”‌

The‍‌ city stretching below⁠⁠⁠ was already filled‍ with open shops.⁠

Improvised‌ stalls.

Clowns.‌​

Everything​​ prepared to create‌​ a festive atmosphere.⁠​​

It​⁠‌ was a completely​‍ different image from‌​ the cold and‍⁠ austere Sturma he‌ had seen upon​⁠‌ arriving.

Tarenian’s⁠‍‌ face flushed with⁠ excitement.

“Dad,‍‌‍ then today…”

“Yes.⁠ Eat as much‌⁠ as you want.⁠‌ Don’t worry about​ getting fat.”

Portly,​ whose belly was⁠ practically identical to‍‍‍ Hampton’s, told him‌‌ to forget all⁠‌ worries for one​‍​ day.

“Telsa,⁠ then can I also…”

Clink.‌

In​⁠⁠ response to Tarenian’s⁠​ question about whether​⁠ he could buy‌‌​ more collectibles, his‌‍⁠ escort knight answered‍‍ by shaking a pouch full of⁠‌‌ coins.

“And​​‍ what do you​​‍ want to do,‌ Emil?”

Emil’s‍⁠ expression gradually brightened.‌

Just‌ moments ago he​​ had seemed depressed.‌​‌

But⁠‌⁠ the festive atmosphere‌ had reignited his‌​​ enthusiasm, and his⁠‌‌ eyes regained their‌‍ usual shine.

“Will‍‍‍ there be a horse market today‌‍‌ too?”

“……”⁠

The⁠⁠‍ unshakable obsession with⁠‍ riding horses.

Ramund‌ scratched his head⁠​ awkwardly when he⁠ saw such stubborn​​ determination.

He‍ could not help​ wondering who Emil⁠‌‌ had inherited it‌​ from.

***⁠‍​

“Knights,​ come take a look! We have‌​ delicious honey sweets!”⁠

“Get​‌⁠ your skewer here!‍​ It just came⁠⁠‍ off the grill!”‌​

The‌​‍ merchants never stopped⁠ calling out to​ customers.

It⁠‍‍ was a tradition​ that had endured‌‍‍ for generations in​​⁠ Sturma.

The⁠⁠ merchants worked hard‍‌ to empty the‌‍ pockets of the‌​‍ children and their​ companions, happy that​​⁠ they had entered⁠ the prestigious path⁠‍‌ of Bayezid.

“I‌​ knew there would‍​ be one here‌ too!”

With‌‍⁠ his cheeks flushed‌‍ from excitement, Tarenian⁠‍ stopped in front​‌​ of a shop.‍​

Its‌​‍ name was Rose’s‌‌ Smile.

The‌⁠​ sign was shaped​‍ like a rose,​⁠⁠ and the name​⁠⁠ sounded suspiciously adult.⁠‌

But​‌‍ the products they‌⁠⁠ sold were completely​⁠ innocent.

Because​​‍ the store was⁠​ dedicated exclusively to​ memorabilia related to⁠⁠‍ the Swordmaster Vlad‍ Aureo.

“I‍⁠‌ knew there would‌‍‍ be one in⁠⁠‍ Sturma. It’s a very rare shop.”⁠⁠

“Really?”‍​⁠

“Yes!”​⁠‍

Tarenian‌​ answered indignantly when​ he saw Emil’s‍ lack of interest.‍‍

“There’s​​ only one in‌​⁠ the entire city‌‍​ of Pelagos in⁠ the Southern Archipelago!‌ And those guys‍⁠​ used to be‌‌ pirates, so they‍⁠ sell everything at‌⁠⁠ ridiculous prices!”

Pelagos.⁠

The‌⁠⁠ city ruled by‌‌⁠ Duke Kazan Barbosa,​‍ the Golden Duke.‌‍‍

Known‌ as the City​‌ of Pirates.

And‌⁠‍ in a place‍​ like that, buying⁠ anything at a fair price was‌⁠ almost impossible.

Tarenian⁠‍‌ had built his‌⁠‌ collection while dealing​ with swindlers like‌‍ that.

It⁠​‍ was understandable that​​​ he was so⁠‍ bitter about it.​‌⁠

“What‍​​ do I care?‍​ Everything they sell‌​⁠ here is already‍‌​ in my house.”​‍‍

But‍ Emil was not⁠​‌ in the mood‍⁠ to sympathize with⁠ him.

Because‍ he had just‍‍ been kicked out‍ of the horse‌ market.

“…Hmph!​​​ That’s why you‌‍ can’t talk to⁠​⁠ rich people!”

While⁠⁠⁠ he had gathered‌‌‍ every piece with‍‍⁠ effort, Emil claimed‌ to have all‍⁠​ those things piled​‌‌ up at home.‌⁠

That‌​​ infuriated Tarenian.

Shaking‌ his coin pouch,⁠ he entered the​​⁠ shop accompanied by‍‌ Telsa.

It⁠​​ was hard to⁠ determine which of​⁠‌ the two was‍​ truly privileged, but​ one thing was‌ certain.

Emil’s⁠‍‍ attitude was absolutely‍⁠​ offensive to any‍ collector.

“…What‌ are you looking‍⁠ at?”

After⁠‍ being left alone,‌ Emil decided to‍ pick a fight​ with another squire​ who was in‍ the shop next‌ door.

“Have​ you never seen‍⁠⁠ someone who can’t‌‍‌ ride a horse?”⁠​⁠

“What​ nonsense.”

It‌‍‌ was Renvar.

He‌‍ was selecting merchandise⁠​ on his own.‌‌

The​⁠ stern-looking escort knight‍⁠‍ who normally accompanied​​⁠ him was nowhere‌⁠‍ in sight, but‍ his relaxed attitude‌⁠ remained the same.⁠

“Without‍ someone leading you‌ around on a leash, you’re practically‍ a delinquent.”

The⁠ situation was absurd.‍

Emil‍‌ was supposed to​​⁠ be the one‍‍ provoking others.

And‍ yet it seemed‍​ he was the‌⁠⁠ one being provoked.​​‌

But‌ Emil’s personality was​‍⁠ so rebellious that​‌‍ he did not‍‍‌ even notice.

He‍ shoved his hands‍ into his pockets⁠‌‌ and casually approached.⁠‍

“What’s​⁠⁠ wrong? Do you‍‍ have a relative⁠‍ with a coughing‍⁠ problem?”

“What?”​⁠

Renvar⁠⁠​ was standing in‍‌⁠ front of an‍‌​ herbal shop.

More‍ specifically, in the⁠​ section for tea⁠​​ leaves.

He‍ was examining some⁠‌​ Tuzon leaves, an⁠ Elven specialty.

“Don’t‌‌ buy that. Buy‍​⁠ this one.”

In‍‌‌ the past, that‌⁠​ plant had been⁠ distributed under the‌‍ name Apsilon.

A drug.

Now⁠ it was legally​‌‍ sold as Tuzon,​‍⁠ an infusion beneficial​ for coughs and​‌ restoring energy.

“And⁠​ who are you​ to—?”

“Buy‍ this brand. It‌​‌ has dried lemon‌​ mixed in, and‌‌‌ the leaves last‍‌‍ longer.”

Emil‌​‍ waved a packet​‌ of leaves in‌ front of him.‌

It⁠ had a label‌​‍ decorated with a white tree.

It​⁠ was the emblem‌​‌ of the Heinal⁠‍ family, rulers of⁠ the territory of‍​‍ Daermar.

“Your‍ family lives in‍ the capital, Brigantes,‌​ right? It must​‌​ take months to‌ transport tea leaves⁠​ from here all⁠‍ the way there.”⁠

“……”‌⁠

If​⁠ you’re really worried‍‍⁠ about your family,⁠​ this is better.‌⁠

Upon​⁠​ hearing that and⁠‍ seeing the hand‍⁠​ offering him the​‍ package, Renvar quickly⁠ looked around.

“……”‌​

When​⁠ he confirmed that⁠‌ no one was‍ watching, he took⁠​​ the packet and‍ hurried toward the⁠‍‌ register.

He⁠ muttered something as​​ he walked away.⁠‍‍

But⁠​​ he spoke so‍​‌ quietly that Emil​‌​ could not understand‌⁠⁠ him.

“People⁠‌​ from the capital​‌ are incredibly picky.‌​ They don’t even‍ know how to‍⁠‌ say thank you.”‌

“What​​⁠ happened? What did‌⁠ you do now,⁠ Emil?”

At‍‍ that moment, Hampton⁠⁠‍ returned carrying a pile of skewers⁠‍​ and joined Emil.‍

He‌ was still chewing​​​ something, as if​ he had just‍ eaten.

But⁠ it was such​⁠​ a common sight‍ that Emil did⁠ not even find‍ it unpleasant.

“At‌​​ least one of​‌ us seems happy.”​​

“Heh,⁠‌⁠ want one?”

The‍‌ collector was angry.‍​‍

The‍​⁠ boy from the‌‍ capital had not​ even said thank‍ you.

And⁠ he himself had⁠​ been kicked out⁠‌ of the horse​⁠‍ market.

“…Now‍ you can even⁠‍ see it during‌‍‍ the day.”

Emil⁠ looked up and​‍ stared at the​‌‌ black moon floating⁠‍‌ in the sky.‍

During‍⁠‌ the day it​ appeared almost white,⁠ but just as‌​​ the adults said,⁠⁠ it truly seemed‌‍‍ to be getting​‌ closer little by‌⁠⁠ little.

[……!]‌‌​

“Huh?”⁠

Suddenly,​ a voice brushed​ against his ears.‍​⁠

With‍‌⁠ all the noise‌​ around him, he⁠ could not make‍​ it out clearly,‌⁠ but it sounded⁠⁠ incredibly urgent.

“Hampton,‍​‍ did you say‍‍ something?”

“No.​‍ You know I don’t talk when‌ I’m eating.”

“Really?”​

Then⁠‌​ what had it​​⁠ been?

Without​​‌ giving it much‌ thought, Emil turned‍​‌ his head toward​ the Rose’s Smile⁠​ shop.

Although‍ it only had‌ one floor, the‍⁠ exterior was identical‍‌​ to the establishment⁠​‍ in Soara.

As​​‌ he looked at‌‌​ the reflection in​‍ a window to​ see if he‍‍ had something on‌ his face, he‌ noticed a man⁠⁠ reflected in the‌​ glass.

A black-haired man.

[Duck‌​ your head right‍ now!]

“……!”​⁠‍

Crashhh!‍‌‌

The‍‌ window exploded into​⁠​ pieces with a deafening roar.

At‌⁠ the same time,⁠⁠ an icy sensation⁠ brushed the top⁠ of his head.​‌

In‌ that instant when‍‍​ time seemed to‌⁠‍ slow down, Emil‍​ saw strands of⁠​​ his own cut⁠ hair floating through​‌⁠ the air.

“Aaaah!”‍‌​

“Milady!”‍

Grabbing‍‍ Hampton by the⁠​ head and forcing​​⁠ him down, Emil‌ saw a red-haired​ boy being dragged​​​ out of the⁠ shop.

Tarenian.‌‍‌

A rope was wrapped‍ around his neck,⁠⁠​ and he was‌‍​ being violently dragged‍ away.

Behind⁠ him, Telsa ran⁠‍ with a horrified‍‍‌ expression.

“…Tarenian?”⁠‌

Then⁠⁠ screams began to​‌ erupt everywhere.

Fires.​⁠

Explosions.​‍​

Indiscriminate‌⁠‌ killings.

The​​ Sturma that only​‌‍ moments ago had​ been filled with‌‌⁠ children’s laughter had⁠ become a blood-soaked‍‌⁠ hell.

“Tch!”‌​​

Realizing​‍ the situation, Emil​‍ grabbed Hampton by‍⁠‌ the back of‌ the neck and​‍​ threw him into‌‌‌ the herbal shop.​‍

Beside⁠ him stood Renvar,‌ completely stunned.

Without⁠‌‌ stopping, Emil shoved‌ him aside and⁠​​ grabbed a pair‌‌ of tailor’s shears​‍​ that were nearby.⁠⁠‍

“Hah!”‍‍

And‍⁠‌ he threw them⁠‍‌ with his whole​‌​ body.

Just‌​ as his father⁠​‍ had taught him.‌‍‍

The⁠​ way they did⁠ it in the⁠‍ back alleys of‌⁠‌ Soara.

Thunk!​

The‌ scissors cut through⁠ the rope and​ embedded themselves in​⁠ the ground.

He‍‌​ had thrown them⁠‍ so hard that​ the handle disappeared‍‌ into the stone.‌‍‍

“Cough!‍‍ Cough, cough!”

“Milady!⁠⁠ Milady!”

Freed‍⁠ from the rope,⁠ Tarenian fell to‍⁠ the ground, coughing⁠‍‌ violently.

Telsa⁠​ drew her sword‍ to protect her.​

But‌​ it was already‍‌‍ too late.

Dozens⁠‌ of masked men​ had surrounded her.⁠⁠‍

“Hampton!​ Hey! Hey!”

Emil​ called out to​​ his friend as‌⁠ if he were​ having a seizure.​‌

He​‌‌ slapped him several​‌ times until he‌ reacted.

“Run⁠⁠ and get the⁠‌ adults!”

“Ah…​ ah…”

It‍ was impossible for‌​ a thirteen-year-old boy⁠ to react normally‌⁠⁠ in a situation​⁠⁠ like this.

But​‌ Emil’s eyes brought‌‍‍ Hampton back to‌ his senses.

That⁠⁠ cold gaze.

So​‌⁠ cold it seemed‌​‌ to pierce the⁠⁠‍ soul.

A chill ran through‍‍‍ his entire body.​​

“Got‌​‍ it! What about​ you?”

Hampton⁠​​ got to his‌ feet and desperately‌‍‌ began searching for⁠‌‌ the back door⁠‌ through the wreckage‌‌ of the shop.‍‌​

Emil⁠​ answered without even‍⁠​ turning around.

“I’m‌ bringing her back!”​‍⁠

Tarenian​⁠ and Telsa were‍‍​ still trapped among‍​​ dozens of assassins.‍

The‍ girl’s desperate cries⁠​⁠ made Emil’s heart​‌ begin pounding violently.‍‍⁠

Bang!‍⁠ Bang!

What‌‍⁠ should you do‌⁠ now?

If‌‍‍ you are where‍‍ you are supposed‌​‍ to be.

What⁠⁠⁠ is it that‍ you have to‌ do?

‘…Tch!’⁠‌

After‍​ making a decision,‍ Emil swept all​ the herbs off‌‍​ the stall with⁠⁠ his arm.

His​‌ fingers were trembling.‍

Tension.‌

Fear.‍​

Excitement.‌​

Anxiety.‍

They‍ were emotions far‍ too heavy for‍⁠ a thirteen-year-old child.⁠‌

But​ Emil gritted his​​ teeth and shoved‌⁠ the stall into‌⁠⁠ the street.

“Tarenian!‍‍ Over here!”

His‌ instincts screamed only​⁠​ one thing.

He⁠⁠ needed to create​‍‌ a variable.

Something⁠⁠‍ capable of breaking⁠‍ the flow of​​ that disastrous situation.⁠

Rumble—​‌​

Tarenian,⁠‍‍ who was dodging⁠​‌ swords between Telsa’s‍ legs, reacted when‌ she heard her‍ name.

And‍​ then she saw⁠⁠ it.

The​‍⁠ blond hair she⁠⁠ knew so well.​

And⁠ the stall approaching‌​ at a terrifying‌⁠ speed.

Craaash!​‍‌

“Aaaagh!”⁠‌

It‍‍ happened so fast‍‌ that the assassin‌‌ did not even‍​⁠ have time to⁠ move aside.

Emil​‍ compensated for the​‍​ lack of weight‌‌‍ with speed.

The⁠‍ struck assassin was​⁠ launched into the‌⁠⁠ distance.

“I‌⁠‍ am Emil, son‌ of the Swordmaster‌‌‌ Vlad!”

The‍ word Swordmaster instantly⁠ drew every eye.‍‍‌

Golden​ hair.

Blue⁠ eyes.

And​‍ the child who‌⁠ had just spoken⁠⁠ the name of⁠‌⁠ the most honorable‌ knight in the⁠ world tossed a yellow mole into​ the air.

“Kyu?”‍​​

First,​​⁠ he had to‌ establish his presence.‌​‍

Make‍‍‍ everyone look at⁠‍ him.

And‌‌⁠ if everyone was⁠ looking at him.‌

Then‍ the real move​⁠​ could begin.

“Tarenian,​⁠ close your eyes!”‌

Bzzzzzt!​​‌

“Aaaah!”‌

“My​‍⁠ eyes!”

The‍ light emitted by​‍‌ the mole blinded⁠‍​ the assassins.

“Kill‌​​ them!”

At⁠‍ the same time,‍ dozens of blades​‌ descended toward Tarenian​‌ and Telsa.

It‍ was the cold,⁠​ ruthless instinct of‍ trained assassins.

And⁠‍⁠ the girl standing⁠‍ at the center‍⁠​ of that storm​ squeezed her eyes⁠‌ shut.

Clang!​‍ Clang! Clang!

“…This‌ actually hurts a little!”

Tarenian’s‍ eyes widened.

Standing‌​ in front of⁠ her was Emil.‌‌

Taking⁠​‌ dozens of attacks​‌​ in a completely⁠⁠ terrible stance.

“Run,⁠‌ Tarenian!”

Emil‌‌⁠ caught the mole⁠⁠​ out of the​‍‌ air and pulled‍ Tarenian up by‌ the wrist.

Behind‌‍⁠ them ran Telsa.‍​‌

The‍‍⁠ shining boy.

The‍ terrified girl.

And​ the wounded knight.‍

The‌ three of them‍‌​ began running down‍⁠ Sturma’s main avenue.​

‘Where​‌​ to?’

He​ knew the city​ well.

But‍ his mind was‌‌‌ chaos.

Bang!⁠‌​ Bang! Bang!

The​⁠‌ beating of his‌ heart roared in⁠ his ears.

His​‍​ vision narrowed from‍‌ the adrenaline.

[This​‌‌ way!]

Then⁠‍​ he heard that‍ male voice again.‍⁠

He⁠ followed the sound.​

Fragments⁠‍‌ of shattered windows.⁠​​

Puddles⁠⁠​ of water.

Rain-soaked‌⁠ streets.

On⁠‌ every reflective surface,​⁠ the same man⁠​ appeared, pointing in⁠‍ a direction.

“This‍⁠ way!”

He​‌​ no longer even‌⁠‌ knew where he⁠‍‌ was.

He​ simply ran wherever‌ that man told‌‍ him to go.​‍⁠

“Damn‌​ it!”

“Catch‌​‌ them!”

The⁠⁠ assassins finally reacted‍​ and began the​ pursuit.

But‍‍​ by then, the​​‍ children were already⁠⁠​ far ahead.

‘Just‍ a little farther!’‌‍⁠

Just​‍​ a little farther⁠‌‌ and they would‍‌​ reach the city⁠‌⁠ gate.

If⁠‍⁠ they could make​‍​ it to the‌ guards—

Bang!‌‍⁠ Bang! Bang!

“Ghhhh…”​‌‌

“Emil!”​

Then⁠ it happened.

An⁠‌ unbearable pain tore⁠ through his heart.‌

Bang!‌⁠‍ Bang! Bang!

“Are‍ you okay?”

“Aaagh!”​

It‌ felt as though⁠‍‌ someone were crushing‌ his entire body.‍

As‌​⁠ if his heart​​‌ were being squeezed​‍ flat.

He​⁠‌ had never felt‍‌ anything so cold⁠ and terrifying.

His‌ legs gave out.‍​

As‌‍​ though something were⁠‍ commanding him to‍‍ remain on his⁠‍‍ knees.

‘…It’s​‌​ coming!’

He​‍​ did not know‌‌​ what it was.‌⁠‍

But​⁠ his instincts were‍ screaming it at⁠⁠ him.

“Get‍ down!”

“Kyaa!”⁠⁠

Emil‍‌​ grabbed Tarenian by⁠‌​ the back of⁠⁠​ the neck and‍​ violently threw her⁠ to the ground.⁠‍

The‌​‍ girl let out⁠⁠⁠ a scream.

But​⁠ it vanished beneath​ the roar that​‌‍ came immediately afterward.‌

Rumble!‍⁠⁠ Rumble! Rumble!

‘An​ earthquake?’

Telsa‌⁠ narrowed her eyes.​‍​

That⁠ vibration felt familiar.​

Anyone​‍​ from the Southern⁠​ Archipelagos would recognize‌ it.

The⁠⁠⁠ vibration that rose‍‍‍ from the depths⁠ of the earth.​

It⁠⁠ traveled through her‌ feet.

Her​​⁠ knees.

Her‍‍⁠ spine.

Until‌ it reached her‌⁠‍ head.

And⁠‍ Telsa reacted instantly.⁠‍‌

She‍ covered the children‍⁠‍ with her own‌ body.

“Aaaah!”⁠​‍

“It’s‍ an earthquake! Get‌‍ down!”

The‌⁠⁠ earth roared.

The​ vibration was so‌ violent that no⁠​ one could remain⁠​‌ standing.

The⁠​‍ tremor seemed to‌​ tear at their⁠ internal organs.

“Aaaagh!”⁠

“Don’t⁠​​ raise your heads!”‍‌⁠

Buildings‌​ collapsing.

People​ screaming.

And‍​⁠ a gigantic shadow⁠​ rising amid a storm of dust.‍⁠​

ROOOOOOOAR!⁠‍

Through‍‌ the raging wind,​​‍ Emil managed to‌ open his eyes.‌‌

And​​‍ he saw a shadow so immense‌⁠​ that it covered‍​⁠ the entire city.‍‍‌

He‍ looked upward.

And‍⁠​ kept looking.

And‍ kept looking.

But⁠ he never reached‍ the end.

When‍ he finally saw⁠​‍ the top of⁠​ that monstrosity, he⁠ froze.

“What⁠​ is that…?”

A gigantic existence had​ emerged right in‌‌ the center of​⁠ Sturma.

Colossal.‍⁠‌

Overwhelming.‌​

Indestructible.‌

Its‌ head raised as‍‍ though it wished‌ to pierce the⁠⁠‍ heavens.

“A​ Deathworm?”

The​⁠‌ most resilient dragon‌​‌ in the world.⁠⁠‌

A Deathworm.

And​‍‍ at the center⁠ of its forehead‍‌​ shone a red⁠⁠‍ gem radiating a sinister energy.

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