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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 299: Side Story – The Lady in Red

Chapter 299: Side Story – The Lady in Red

While‍‌ Emil was confronting​ the necromancer in‍ the northern plains,⁠ the roar of​ a dragon was​‍‌ also echoing through⁠⁠ another northern city.‌⁠

“Kraaaaaaah!”‍‌⁠

The⁠ name of that⁠ city was Soara.​

Everyone​‍‌ held their breath​​ at the dragon’s‍‍‌ roar.

That⁠ was why Soara​⁠ remained shrouded in‍‌‍ absolute darkness, without‌‍‍ a single visible‌‍ light.

However,‍⁠ there was one‍‌ building that shone⁠ brilliantly on its‌ own.

As‌‍ if it wanted⁠ to draw every⁠‍‍ gaze toward itself,⁠⁠‍ it blazed with‍⁠ dazzling illumination.

Standing‌‍ on the balcony⁠​‍ of that place‌​​ was a woman⁠​‌ dressed in a red gown.

“How‌⁠‌ is the evacuation​ going?”

The​​⁠ Lady in Red.​

The‌⁠ Rose of Soara.⁠

Lady⁠ Zemina, admired and‌ revered by all‌‍ the people of​ the city, stared‍‍​ intently at Soara’s‌‌​ North Gate, swallowed‍ by darkness.

“…We​‌‍ still need a little more time,​‌ Lady Zemina.”

People‍‌ were moving cautiously,​ guided by the‍​​ lights of Rose’s​ Smile.

They⁠‍ carried their small‍​⁠ children on their⁠⁠⁠ backs, helped their‌‌ elderly parents along,⁠‌​ and hauled the‍⁠‍ few belongings they‍‌ had managed to​‍‌ gather while hurriedly‌⁠ abandoning the city.‌

All‌‍​ of them were​ citizens of Soara.​

“…They​ broke through our‌ defenses too quickly.”⁠

Zemina​‍ bit her lips​‌ in frustration.

They⁠ had done everything​​‍ they could.

No⁠‌⁠ one could blame‍​⁠ them.

Their⁠​ response had been⁠​‌ flawless.

Soara​‌‌ did not even​⁠ have a mayor​ who could act‍​ as a central⁠ authority.

Even‍⁠ so, Zemina had⁠ gathered every available‌ soldier to establish⁠‌ a defensive line.⁠

But‍​ the enemy was‍‌ simply too formidable.‌

“So‌⁠‌ it’s really true​⁠ that it’s the⁠​⁠ fastest dragon.”

Zemina‍​‌ opened the fan⁠⁠ she held and​‌ concealed part of⁠ her face while​ looking toward the‌ walls of the‌⁠‌ North Gate.

Beneath⁠​ the light of​⁠ the two moons,⁠‍ a creature stood‌ atop the wall‍‌ with a fierce⁠ gaze.

— Grrrrrr…

Lindworm.‍

The⁠⁠ fastest dragon in‍⁠​ the world.

Its​⁠ snout was stained⁠​‌ red, as though‌‌ it had already​ tasted blood.

Slowly​‍‍ licking its lips,⁠ it looked down‍‌ upon the city‍ of Soara from​‌ above.

“Lady‌‍​ Zemina. It is​‌‍ not too late‍​‌ yet. We knights​‌ will stop it⁠ with all our‍‌ strength. So please…”‍‍

The‌‍​ knight desperately tried‌ to convince her⁠ to flee.

But‌ Zemina remained motionless,​​ never taking her‍​‌ eyes off the⁠⁠ North Gate.

“They​​​ say that in‍‍ Sturma, they attacked​ the Bayezid mansion‌ first, correct?”

In​ Sturma, the Bayezid‌ mansion had been‍ the first target.‌‌

And‌ in Varna, the‍ first place attacked​ had been the⁠ cathedral.

“Then​‌‌ in Soara, it‌​ will be here.”⁠⁠

The​ mansion and the​ cathedral.

Both‌​ had been the​ hearts of their‍​‍ respective cities.

The​⁠ intentions of those‌⁠⁠ unknown invaders were​‌⁠ obvious.

And‍‍ now Zemina had⁠​⁠ to make use⁠‍‍ of that.

“Transmit‍ my order to‍‍ everyone. Until the​​⁠ last person has‌ evacuated, Rose’s Smile⁠ will hold the‌ line.”

Upon‌‌ hearing that Zemina⁠⁠ intended to remain⁠‍ until the end‌ and fight, a thunderous cheer erupted‍‌‌ from the lobby.‍⁠

“I‌‍‍ knew she’d say⁠⁠ that! I knew⁠‍ our Lady would​⁠‍ never abandon the‌⁠ fight!”

The‌‌ dwarves of Nidavellir​ stationed in the⁠ city slammed their‌‍ beer mugs against​‌​ the tables as​‍‌ they laughed enthusiastically.​‍‌

The‌⁠ knights of Soara‌‍‌ began warming up⁠‌ their bodies as‍ if they had‍⁠‍ been waiting for‍‌‌ those words.

And‍ the Paladins and​​‌ priests of the‍‍⁠ Church began silently‍‍‍ reciting their prayers.‌

“…It’s⁠​ coming.”

“Kraaaaaaah!”​

With‌⁠ that warning, a massive white dragon​ descended alongside the⁠‌ moonlight to the‍‍ base of the‍ walls.

At‌​‌ the same time,⁠⁠‍ armored troops surged‌​ through the shattered‌ gate.

At‌⁠‍ their front fluttered‍⁠ the banner of‍​ a house long​ forgotten by history.⁠‌

The‌ emblem of Dragulia.‌​​

“……”‍

The‌‍ forces advanced through​‍⁠ the darkness of‍​‍ the city.

Though‍⁠‌ Zemina’s gaze was​ as steadfast as⁠⁠ a heroine’s, it⁠⁠‌ also concealed a worry she could​⁠ not hide.

‘Yustia…’‌​‍

Because​​‌ the moment the‌‌ dragon’s roar echoed⁠‌⁠ out, a group‍‌​ of knights shot‌⁠‌ out from the⁠ alleyways.

Knights‌‌‌ specially selected to⁠​ lure the invading‍‌​ forces deeper into⁠‍ the city.

And‍ at the center⁠ of that group​ was a young​ girl.

Her⁠ red hair resembled‌‍‌ a brilliant rose‌‌ in full bloom.‍⁠

It​ was exactly the‌‍ same color as‍‍‌ Zemina’s.

***‌‍⁠

“Faster!‍​‍ Faster!”

A dozen knights rode‌‍ hard while enemy‍‍‌ forces pursued them.‌

From⁠⁠ the North Gate​⁠​ to the inner⁠⁠ alleyways.

They‌⁠‍ had successfully lured⁠​ the troops into⁠⁠​ Soara’s labyrinth of​ streets.

But⁠ the situation remained​ extremely dangerous.

“There‍ is Yustia Aureo!”​‌

The‌⁠‍ pressure of the‍⁠⁠ army advancing behind⁠‍‌ them was terrifying.‍

It⁠ was Dragulia’s army.‍⁠

Dozens​‍ of knights.

Hundreds‍​⁠ of soldiers.

They⁠ knew perfectly well‌​ they were being‍ led into a trap.

And‍⁠ yet they could‍⁠ not resist.

“The‌‍ enemy of Dragulia!⁠ Vlad’s daughter is​ there!”

Because⁠‌⁠ the target they​ were chasing was‍‍ simply too tempting.⁠

In​​ the dark night,‌‍ a young girl‌⁠ with red hair‍ seemed to be​ the only source⁠‌ of color in​‍ those narrow alleyways.​

Yet⁠ her cold blue‌⁠ eyes clearly revealed‍ whose blood she‍​‍ had inherited.

“Capture‍ that girl! Glory‍ to Dragulia!”

Hundreds⁠⁠ of men ran‌ after her while⁠‌‌ shouting the name‍​⁠ of that ancient⁠⁠ fallen house.

Driven‍ by greed.

By‌‌‌ anger.

And​‌⁠ by the weight‌ of their ambitions.‌‌​

It⁠‍ was an emotional‍ burden far too​‌ heavy for a girl of only​ sixteen.

But​⁠ the girl was‍ not alone.

“How‌‌⁠ dare you?!”

A man closed his‍ left eye as‌⁠ he stepped in​⁠​ front of the‌​⁠ approaching troops.

He​⁠ was a man‍ with red hair⁠‍​ very similar to⁠‍​ that of the‍‌ girl running ahead.‍

“Who‌⁠​ dares set their‌‍‍ eyes upon my⁠⁠ niece?!”

The​‍ commander of the‍ Northern Orthodox Church’s‍⁠ Second Knight Corps,‍ Paladin Radu.

Against​​ the false banner​ of Dragulia that​⁠‌ threatened his niece,​ he unleashed a devastating strike.

“Aaaaargh!”‌

“T-The​‌ fire won’t go​⁠‍ out!”

It‌‌ was a strike‍ covered in thick,⁠ sticky flames, as⁠ if oil had⁠ been mixed into‌ them.

Originally,‍​​ Radu’s world had‌‍‍ been a world‍‍ consumed by inferiority.‍

But‍‍⁠ that knight had​ managed to turn‌⁠ even that complex​ into fuel to‌ strengthen himself.

That‍‍ was why persistent⁠ flames burned at‌​ the tip of‌ his sword, flames​⁠‍ that were nearly‍​​ impossible to extinguish.‌​‍

“Dragulia!‌‌ Damn it, always⁠ Dragulia!”

As‌‍ he galloped through‌‍‌ the alleyways, Radu‍ roared with rage,​⁠​ as though he‍‌​ were already sick​ of hearing that​‌‍ name.

“Why​​ do you keep⁠ waving the banner​⁠‌ of a family‍​⁠ that already disappeared?!”‌

Radu⁠​​ had been the‍‍⁠ last Dragulia.

But‌​ he had abandoned​‌​ that surname to‍ dedicate himself to‍​ God.

“There‌ isn’t even a legitimate heir left⁠ to carry on‌⁠ that name!”

“Kraaaaaaah!”⁠‌

He‌‌⁠ shouted it toward‍​ the white dragon‌‍ running beside him.⁠⁠‍

No.‌‍⁠

More‌ precisely, toward the​ blue-eyed man riding‌‌‌ upon it.

Crash!⁠‌

Rumbleee!⁠​⁠

Lindworm‍ did not even⁠⁠‍ bother trying to​​⁠ pass through the‌​ alleyways.

It‍ simply destroyed the⁠​ buildings in its⁠ path.

Faced​⁠‌ with such savage‌ power, the structures‌‌ could not even​‌⁠ resist and collapsed‌‌‌ one after another.‍‍​

Now⁠‍⁠ only Radu and‍‍⁠ Yustia could keep‍‍ pace with it.⁠​‌

The‌ dwarves’ cannons had‌‍⁠ fired to stop​​ it.

But​​ reaching such speed​ was impossible.

With‍‍ a simple movement,​‌⁠ Lindworm dodged every‌ projectile.

“How​​‌ strange. Normally, children‍‌‍ inherit the legacy​ of their parents.”‍

He​‌ was a man‍ with silver-gray hair.⁠

He​ appeared somewhat younger‍​ than Radu.

But⁠ there was one‍ thing impossible to‌‌ ignore.

In​ his eyes shone‍ the blue that​‍ only dragons possess.‌‍

Boom!‍‌‌

Crash!‌

Lindworm⁠‍‌ advanced in a straight line toward​ Rose’s Smile.

“Shouldn’t‍ I be the‌⁠‍ one to inherit​‍ the name of‍​​ Dragulia?”

The​⁠ man’s fangs protruded‌‍‍ as he smiled‌‌⁠ mockingly.

Radu,⁠⁠‌ who had once⁠‍ been part of‌​‌ Dragulia, knew perfectly​⁠ well what those​‌‌ fangs meant.

“…You’ve‍ devoured many.”

How⁠ much dragon blood⁠‍⁠ had he consumed?‌‍⁠

His‌‍ hair had already‌‌⁠ lost its original⁠‍​ color and turned⁠⁠ silver-gray.

“I⁠‍ suppose so. After​​‌ all, my father​ left behind quite​​ a lot to‍ collect.”

After‍‌ saying that, the‌⁠​ man turned his⁠⁠ gaze toward Radu.‍

And⁠‌ also toward the​ red-haired girl riding⁠‍ behind him.

“Isn’t​⁠ that right, Sir⁠‌‍ Radu? You who⁠‍ once belonged to‍⁠ Dragulia.”

The⁠ dragon’s cruel greed⁠‍⁠ was directed toward​ a flower that‍‌ had not even​‍ finished blooming.

A flower named Yustia​⁠ Aureo.

A girl created by‌ a knight who​⁠‌ chose potential instead⁠​⁠ of becoming a dragon.

“You‌ bastard.”

Realizing​ who the man⁠⁠‌ was truly targeting,⁠ Radu roared in‍ fury.

— Evil walks the‍⁠⁠ fields, and sin‍ strikes at the⁠⁠ gates of the‍‍ city!

Whoever​‍​ points a sword‌ at a child‍ is evil.

And‍ evil must be​​ judged.

It⁠ was his duty⁠‍ to do so.⁠​

— O Saint Rogino,‌⁠‍ commander of the​‍⁠ heavenly armies! Wield‌ your sword and​‌‍ establish justice!

It⁠⁠​ was the prayer⁠ of a Paladin.​‌

He​ did not borrow‍​​ power from his​⁠‌ own inner world.‍

He‍​⁠ borrowed the world‌‍⁠ of God.

This‍⁠ time he did⁠‌ not close his​​​ left eye.

The‍‌ radiant blessing of‌⁠ Saint Rogino descended​ through both open​‍⁠ eyes and concentrated​ upon his sword.‍⁠‍

“Die,⁠‌​ damn you!”

Judgment‌ Prayer.

The​⁠ will of Saint‌⁠​ Rogino, punisher of​‍‍ the wicked, pierced⁠​​ through the alleyways‌⁠‍ of Soara.

Booom!⁠

A radiant slash filled‌ the entire street.⁠

Even‍ those watching from‍‍​ Rose’s Smile had‍‌‌ to close their‌‍ eyes before that​ holy attack.

Yustia​‌ also clenched her⁠⁠ fists.

It‌‍​ looked like a certain victory.

But​​ the fastest dragon​​​ did not allow‍‍ judgment to reach‍‌⁠ him.

“You‍‌​ possess the blood⁠​ of a dragon‍‍ capable of attaining‌‌ perfection, and yet‍‍ you beg a mere god.”

At‍​‍ some point, Lindworm‍ had already moved⁠ behind Radu.

“……!”‍‌⁠

An‌​‍ icy sensation ran‍‍​ down Radu’s neck.‌⁠⁠

Instinctively,⁠‍‍ he ducked.

And​‌⁠ it was the⁠⁠ correct decision.

A sharp pain pierced‌ through his shoulder.⁠⁠

“Uncle!”​‌

The⁠ man’s attack had‌‍ narrowly missed.

But‍⁠‍ it did strike⁠⁠⁠ Radu’s horse.

Although‍​⁠ he managed to⁠‌ save his life,‌⁠ he could not‌⁠ avoid being thrown​​ away.

“Kgh!”​

Radu‌⁠ hit the ground​ and rolled through‌ a cloud of‍‌⁠ dust.

Rumble…​‍

As‌​‍ he disappeared into‌⁠​ the distance as​⁠ a small silhouette,⁠⁠ Yustia quickly closed​ her left eye.​⁠‌

‘I’ve‍ got to find⁠‍‌ it!’

The‍⁠⁠ girl’s cold and‍ precise Aura instantly​​ transformed her vision.‍‍

And​​​ then she found​ the fastest dragon’s⁠​ weakness.

‘I’ve‍ got to cripple‍‌⁠ his mobility!’

Radu’s‌‍‍ attack had been‌‍‌ enough to punish‌ him.

But‌​ Lindworm’s speed had⁠‍ avoided the blow.​⁠

That‍​​ was why immobilizing‌‍‍ him came first.​

‘Found​‍ it!’

Her⁠ technique, designed to⁠ search for the‍‍⁠ unexpected.

And⁠ the dragon instinct‌‌‌ that sought to‍​ destabilize the enemy.​

Both⁠‌ pointed to the‌‍​ same place.

Lindworm’s⁠‍⁠ eyes.

Those‍‌​ eyes that continued⁠​​ staring directly at​⁠‍ her.

Fwoosh!​⁠‍

Diamang‌ was not yet​​ a fully grown‌ steed.

But‌‍​ precisely because of​ his small size,⁠‍ he could pass‌‍ through impossible spaces.‍

“Kraaaaaaah!”​‍

She⁠‌ dodged the tail.⁠

She‌ ducked beneath the​‌ front claws.

And⁠ when only a single step remained—​‌

The‌ small horse suddenly‌‍‌ accelerated.

“……!”‍

Even‍ the silver-gray-haired man⁠‍‍ opened his eyes‌​⁠ in surprise.

It‌⁠ was a movement‌ beyond any calculation.‍‍⁠

And‍‍⁠ atop Diamang, Yustia⁠‌ had already drawn⁠‌ her sword.

“Now…”⁠

She​ only had to‌ stab him.

But​⁠‍ at that exact​⁠‌ moment—

Slash!‌​

A sword shot toward⁠​‍ her at tremendous⁠‍⁠ speed.

“……!”‌⁠‍

The‌‍‍ trajectory she had‌‌ identified through her⁠‍​ perception of weak‍‌ points was aimed‍‍ directly at her​‌ neck.

“How‍ dare you?!”

Yustia⁠⁠ quickly withdrew the⁠​⁠ sword she had‌‍​ been about to‌​ thrust and blocked⁠⁠ the attack.

“Guh!”​

The​ timing had been‍⁠ perfect.

The‌ movement impeccably precise.‍‌‌

But​ it lacked strength.‍‍

Experience.‌‍

And‌ weight.

Slashhh!‍‍‍

Yustia‍⁠​ and Diamang were‌ sent flying.

They‌‍ rolled violently across​​​ the ground.

They⁠‌‌ had come in‌ at such tremendous⁠ speed that they​‌​ continued sliding for‍​‌ a long distance.‌⁠‍

The‍ road became stained​‌‍ with blood.

“Haah…‌‌ haah… ngh…”

Yustia⁠⁠ and Diamang struggled⁠ to breathe while⁠ lying on the‌​​ ground.

Thump…⁠ Thump…

The‌‍‌ air was thick‍​​ with the smell‍‌​ of smoke.

And‌⁠‍ through that smoke‌‌‍ echoed the footsteps‌⁠⁠ of the dragon.‌‍

Yustia​⁠ looked up at⁠⁠ the enormous shadow​ looming over her.‌

“After‍​ all, hunting dragons‍⁠ is difficult. Especially‌‌ when there are‍⁠ two at once.”‌​

The​​​ man whistled calmly.‌

He‍⁠‌ appeared completely relaxed.⁠

Showing‌ his sharp fangs,​ he looked down⁠​‍ at Yustia.

“But​ the rewards that​⁠⁠ come after a difficult hunt are‌ always the sweetest.”⁠‍

The‍ man who stepped‌​ down from Lindworm⁠ was a dragon​ hunter.

And‌​ also a dragon​​⁠ devourer.

A man who intended‍ to inherit the‍ place of the⁠⁠⁠ supreme predator once‍ occupied by Sarnus.​⁠

A fanatic who dreamed​ of recreating the‌ Perfect Dragon.

“I‌‍ wish your father⁠‌‍ could feel this⁠⁠⁠ too.”

To​​ him, Vlad of‌‍‌ Soara was a pitiful existence.

He​ had devoured the‍ oldest dragon.

He‌‍⁠ could have become‍ the Perfect Dragon.⁠‌

And‍​ yet he had​‌‌ settled for being‌ nothing more than‍‍​ a knight.

Tick—‌⁠⁠ Tick-tick-tick!

A disturbing sound coming‌ from a compass⁠‍ hidden inside his‍‍ chest made him⁠⁠⁠ frown.

It​⁠⁠ was a signal‍‌‍ related to the‌ Deathworm.

The​ monster that should⁠​ have arrived there⁠​​ shortly.

“I​‍‍ won’t allow them​ to turn my‌ husband into an‌‍‌ abomination like that.”‍

And⁠​‍ then a voice⁠⁠ rang out.

“Growing‍‍‍ stronger by devouring⁠⁠ others? What a disgusting creature.”

Gradually,‍‍‌ sounds began echoing⁠⁠‌ from every alleyway.‍

The‍​⁠ silence barrier created⁠‌‍ by the priests​⁠ had just disappeared.‌⁠

“I‌ suppose when greed‍ blinds you that⁠ badly, you end‌‍⁠ up falling into⁠ traps this obvious.”‌​

Dwarves‌‍ aiming cannons.

Knights​‍ with their Auras⁠‌‍ unleashed.

Paladins‌⁠​ helping Radu back​‌ to his feet.‍

Feeling‍ all those eyes⁠‍​ upon him, the‍‌‌ man finally raised‍⁠⁠ his head.

And​‌‍ understood where he⁠ was.

“Lady‍‌⁠ Zemina. It is​​ an honor to⁠‌‍ meet you.”

Rose’s‌‌‍ Smile.

The​​ domain of the⁠ Swordmasters.

The‌ sanctuary of all‌‍ knights.

The‍‍‌ only illuminated building​ in the entire‌ city stood before​⁠ him.

And⁠ beneath that light,​​ Yustia began to⁠ laugh softly.

That​ laugh sounded very⁠ much like the‍​‍ mockery the Lady⁠ in Red had‍‍ just spoken.

And​ it was no‌‍ coincidence.

“…I’ve​​‍ arrived too early.‍⁠​ I was supposed⁠ to have company.”⁠

Normally,​ the Deathworm should‍ have already arrived.⁠

And​​⁠ with it, the​​​ troops and the‌⁠⁠ necromancers.

But‌ the compass continued⁠‌‌ emitting that disturbing⁠ sound.

And​ he was completely​⁠ alone.

“But⁠⁠‌ even so, I’ll⁠‌​ take what I came here for,‍​‍ Zemina.”

The‌ man closed his​‍⁠ left eye.

And⁠⁠‌ his figure became​​ blurry.

It⁠​ was not magic.‍‌​

It‌ was pure speed.​

The​‍‍ priests realized it‍​ instantly.

And‌⁠‌ unleashed all their‌ prayers upon Yustia.​

— Make this body​​⁠ a shield for‌ her!

— Let evil not⁠‍ cross this line!⁠‍

— Hide the child‌‌ beneath your wings!‍

A multitude of defensive⁠​ spells appeared around‍ Yustia.

At‍ the same time,​‌ the knights of​​​ Soara positioned themselves⁠ in front of‍⁠ Zemina to protect⁠⁠ her.

“Believe​‍‍ it or not,‌‍ I’m someone who‍​‌ values honor very⁠‌ highly, milady.”

But⁠ the man was​ not after Yustia’s‌ life.

Nor‍ Zemina’s.

“Please‌​‍ tell your husband⁠ that I will​⁠​ be taking his‍‌ precious honor.”

The​ man stood before​ Rose’s Smile.

And‌‍ in his hands‍‍ he held the​​ signboard that symbolized‌⁠​ the establishment.

“Hear​‌ me, everyone! I am taking Lady‍⁠ Zemina’s honor!”

I cannot accept your‍‌ choice.

The⁠ choice of someone​ who preferred honor‍ over perfection.

“My‍⁠‍ name is Laiota!⁠‍‌ Laiota Dragulia! I claim Lady Zemina’s‌ honor!”

Thus‍ I will prove‍⁠ that your choice‍⁠ was wrong.

“Let​‌‌ Vlad of Soara‌ come challenge me‍ to a duel!‍‍⁠ Until then, I shall safeguard your​⁠‍ wife’s name!”

And​‍​ at the same⁠​⁠ time.

I will take your‌‍ blood as well.‍‌‌

The‍ blood of the⁠ brightest dragon.

Amid‍ the burning city,​ the dragon’s fangs⁠ gleamed.

His‍​​ name was Laiota‌​ Dragulia.

The‍​ man who devoured‌‌ the corpse of‍ a fallen dragon.‍‌

The‌ man who wished‌ to replace the⁠‍‌ oldest dragon and‍⁠‍ attain perfection.

And⁠‍⁠ now he was‍‍‌ already mounted once‌‍ more upon Lindworm’s‌ back.

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