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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 303: Side Story – My Father’s City (4)

Chapter 303: Side Story – My Father’s City (4)

The​ summer light streamed⁠ in through the⁠⁠ window.

It⁠ was the midday⁠ sun, so bright‌​⁠ that it clearly⁠‍​ illuminated even the‍⁠ tiny specks of​‍ dust floating in‌⁠ the air.

And‌‍‌ in the midst​ of that light,⁠⁠‌ there was a red-haired girl kneeling​ on one knee.⁠⁠​

Yustia.‍

Without​⁠ understanding what was‍‍ happening, she was​‍ kneeling in her‌ own room.

Her‍‍ eyes wide with‌‌ surprise, she could⁠‌ not say a word.

“…Guide‌⁠ this girl’s soul​‌ toward the light⁠ and watch over‍‍⁠ her sword-bound heart.”‍‍

Standing‌ before her was⁠‍‌ her uncle, Radu.‍

Having‍‌​ bitten his thumb⁠‌‌ until it bled,‍‌ he pressed the⁠‌ wound against the‍ girl’s forehead.

Feeling‍​ Radu’s blood run⁠‌ down her forehead,‌ Yustia finally realized⁠‌‌ something.

The⁠⁠⁠ man standing before⁠⁠ her was no⁠ longer there as‌⁠‌ a blood relative.​⁠‌

“May‍​ her pure oath⁠ never be stained⁠ by falsehood, and​‌⁠ may she one⁠‍​ day reach the‍ end of the‍ Sacred Path.”

It‌ was a Sacred​‍⁠ Initiation Ceremony personally‌‍ officiated by Radu,‌ Commander of the​⁠​ 2nd Knight Order‍‍⁠ of the Northern‌​ Orthodox Church.

The‍​‍ first ritual to⁠⁠ place Yustia Aureo‍​‌ under God’s protection‍ and guide her‍ onto the path‍​⁠ of a Holy‌ Knight.

And​​ behind that sacred​​ ceremony, Gabriel Mordian,‍‍‍ commander of the⁠ Dragon Slayer Knights,‌‍ gritted his teeth‌ in frustration.

“Sir​​‍ Radu, if you‍⁠⁠ believe granting the​‍ girl the rank​‌ of Apprentice Holy⁠ Knight will be‍‍⁠ enough to prevent‌​⁠ us from recruiting⁠ her…”

Gabriel‍ had to take‌⁠⁠ the children no‍ matter what.

To‍ pressure the Swordmaster⁠‍‍ Vlad, there were‌‌ no better hostages‌ than Yustia and‌⁠‌ Emil.

But​ Radu had already⁠​ seen through his​⁠ intentions.

“Secular‍⁠⁠ affairs must not‍ interfere with the‌ affairs of the⁠ sanctuary!”

The‌ mighty roar of‍‌‍ the enraged Holy​‍ Knight echoed throughout‍⁠‌ the Smile of​‌ the Rose.

“Imperial‌ law cannot invade​ Sacred Law! Does‌ the commander of​‍‌ the Dragon Slayer‌ Knights dare question‍‍‌ such a fact?”⁠‍

Which⁠ takes precedence?

Royal‌ authority or religious‌‍‌ authority?

The⁠ law of men‌ or the will​‍ of God?

Twenty‍⁠​ years ago, during​ the Honor Duel‍​ of Deirmar, a similar situation had​‌​ occurred.

The‌‍‍ debate had been‌‍‌ over which took​⁠ priority the Swordmaster’s‌‌ Code, symbol of‌‍‍ royal authority, or⁠ the rules of⁠‍⁠ the Sacred Duel,‍ symbol of religious‍‌⁠ authority.

“We‌ issued the recruitment‍⁠ order first. There‌‍​ is a clear‌⁠⁠ hierarchy of priorities.”⁠‌

“Oh,​​‍ really?”

Gabriel⁠ raised his objection,​⁠ but Radu merely‌⁠‍ smiled shamelessly.

“Then‌ request a formal‌ judgment.”

In⁠ truth, Gabriel was‌‍ right.

What​‍‍ Radu had just⁠​‍ done was a forced maneuver.

It⁠​‌ was not a pure and involuntary​⁠​ awakening like the​‌‌ one that had‍‌​ occurred during the⁠⁠ honor duel.

It​‍​ was a situation‌⁠ deliberately created by‌‌ Radu.

But‍ this was not‌‍‍ the time to‍​​ debate right and‍⁠ wrong.

It⁠⁠⁠ was the time‌ for stratagems and⁠‌ political games.

The​⁠ time to read⁠​ the enemy’s intentions‍⁠ and block their‍⁠​ movements.

“Send⁠⁠‌ people to the​⁠​ Imperial Palace. Convene​⁠ the Grand Ducal‍‌​ Council. Summon the⁠⁠‌ Pope, the Cardinals,​ and all those‌‍ arrogant nobles from‍ the center.”

Radu​‌⁠ smiled.

“Gathering‍‍ all those people‍‍ will take time,​⁠ won’t it, Sir‌ Gabriel?”

And​ Radu understood.

The​⁠‍ center was challenging⁠‍ the north and⁠‌‍ Vlad in a race against time.⁠

He‌​⁠ still lacked enough‌ information to know​‌ the exact objective,‌ but as someone⁠ who had spent⁠‌ decades living as‍​ a central noble‌ of Dragulia, he​‌ could feel it.⁠‌‍

“By⁠​ the time that​⁠‍ happens, my niece⁠⁠‍ will already be‌⁠⁠ in Saint Rogino.‍‌⁠ Bayezid will have​⁠​ had enough time​‌‍ to recover. Perhaps​ the Northern Council​​ will even be‍‍⁠ convened. No, they’re⁠ probably already preparing⁠​ it.”

“……”‌‌​

With‌‌‌ each word from‌‍ Radu, Gabriel’s gaze⁠‌‍ grew deeper.

But‌‍ the last sentence⁠​ visibly unsettled him.⁠

“And​ by then, Vlad​ will have returned⁠‌⁠ as well.”

The​⁠‌ cold dragon eyes‍‌ pierced Gabriel’s soul.⁠

“Let‍⁠⁠ me give you‌⁠ some advice. As‍‍⁠ someone who also‍ once belonged to‌ the Dragon Slayer‍‌ Knights.”

After⁠‌ finishing the ceremony,‍ Radu turned around​‍⁠ and walked toward‍ Gabriel, who was‍‌⁠ waiting by the⁠‍​ door.

Shielding⁠‌‌ his kneeling niece​⁠ behind him, he⁠ advanced toward the‍⁠ knights carrying that​​ false banner.

And‍ when he finally‌⁠⁠ stood before Gabriel,​ the former vice​‌ commander of the‍ Dragon Slayer Knights​ whispered to him.​‌

“If​‌⁠ you wish to‍‌ kill a dragon,‌ be prepared to‌ die.”

If⁠‍⁠ you want to​ kill a dragon,​​ you must be⁠⁠‍ willing to die.⁠‍

Because‍ dragons do not‍⁠‍ forget.

Dragons​ who seek perfection⁠‌ never forgive wounds,‍ humiliations, or defeats‌ inflicted upon them.‍

“If‍⁠ you step into​ this with half-hearted⁠​‍ resolve, you will‌ lose everything, Gabriel⁠⁠⁠ Mordian.”

Gabriel‌ felt an intense⁠​ chill in Radu’s‍‍ breath.

It‍ was not the​‌ sticky anger that​⁠ consumed everything in⁠ its path.

It⁠​ was a declaration.⁠‌

The‍ absolute certainty that‍ it would happen.‍⁠​

And​⁠‌ when he looked​⁠‌ again, he saw​ Radu’s cold vertical‍​ pupils staring directly‍​ at him.

***‍

“Find‍ Emil Aureo!”

“Emil⁠ Aureo, present yourself‌ immediately to receive‍​ His Majesty the‌⁠‍ Emperor’s sacred order!”⁠⁠

The​​‌ voices of the‍‍‍ soldiers echoed throughout‌ Soara.

They​⁠‍ were voices filled‌​‌ with fierce determination.​

The⁠⁠⁠ determination to find⁠​‌ the young dragon‌‌‍ no matter the‍ cost.

The​​⁠ soldiers marched through‍ Soara waving their‍​‍ banners as though⁠ the city belonged​​ to them.

Seeing‍⁠ them, the knight‌ carrying the boy⁠ on his back⁠‌‌ let out a sigh.

“They’re‌ completely committed. These⁠ bastards have no‍‍ intention of backing‌​ down.”

He⁠⁠ remembered something he‌⁠​ had heard before‌⁠‍ retiring.

That⁠‌‍ the new emperor⁠ was an extraordinarily‌⁠‍ persistent man.

Not‍‍‌ the weak young⁠⁠‍ emperor supported by‌⁠‌ Dragulia.

But‍ a ruler carefully‍ molded by the‍⁠‌ central nobles to‌ restore imperial authority.‌

And‍​‍ indeed, the new⁠ emperor was making⁠⁠ far bolder moves‌​ than expected in⁠ order to rebuild​​‌ the Empire.

“What’s⁠ going on?! What’s⁠ happening?!”

Emil,‌⁠‌ who had finally⁠​⁠ managed to pull‍‌ the man’s hand⁠​ away from his​‌ mouth, asked with‍‍‍ a bewildered expression.‌

He‍ had noticed that⁠ something was strange.‌⁠⁠

Although‍ he spoke quietly,‌⁠ his eyes demanded⁠‍‌ an immediate explanation.‍​

“Why‍ are they looking​‌ for me? Weren’t‌‍⁠ the Dragon Slayer​ Knights supposed to‍ have disappeared a long time ago?”‌​

The​ sound of military‌‌​ boots passed right‍ beside them.

Sensing‍​ it, both the‌‌ man and the‌ boy swallowed hard⁠⁠‍ and pressed themselves​​ firmly against the​‍ alley wall.

It‌ forced them to‍ stand practically shoulder​​ to shoulder.

The‍‌​ man, apparently nervous,​‍⁠ stroked his mustache​‌ and whispered to‌​‌ Emil.

“I‍⁠​ can’t give you⁠‌‍ all the details,‍⁠‍ but if those‍ people catch you,‌‌ you’ll be in⁠​ very serious trouble.”‌

He​ lowered his voice‌ even further.

“They⁠⁠ might even take‌‍ you to the​⁠ capital under custody.”‍

The​‍ Emperor’s intentions were‌⁠‌ clear.

He‌⁠⁠ wanted to restrain⁠​ the Swordmaster, the‍ greatest threat to​⁠⁠ imperial authority.

The​⁠ Swordmaster of this‍⁠ era, supported by‍‍ the people to⁠‍ the point that​‍​ the previous Grand‍ Chamberlain had attempted​‍​ to place him‍⁠‍ on the throne.‌

From⁠ the Emperor’s perspective,⁠‍ there was no‌‌⁠ one on the‍⁠‌ entire continent who‌⁠ posed a greater‍ threat to his‍ position than the⁠ current Vlad.

“So‌⁠ first we need⁠‌​ to escape. If‌‌‍ we go this⁠⁠ way…”

“There‌​ he is! There​​ is Emil Aureo!”‍⁠

The‌‍ man was trying​ to avoid the⁠​ sound of military⁠ boots and take​⁠​ another route.

However,‍ the forces deployed⁠‍​ throughout Soara were‍⁠‌ far more numerous⁠‌‍ than he had‍ anticipated, and there‌​ were not many‍⁠ places left to​‍ hide from their​‌⁠ eyes.

“Tch!”‍⁠‌

Seeing⁠⁠ the soldiers rushing‌ toward them in​ droves, Emil’s eyes‌ lit up.

This​ was Soara.

His‍‍⁠ father’s city.

The​ city where he‌‍ had grown up.⁠​

And⁠ because of that,⁠‌ his eyes immediately‌ found the right‍ route.

“Hey,‍​ idiot! We have⁠‍​ to stick together!”‍

Emil⁠‌ slipped away like⁠ a squirrel.

With⁠ agile movements, he​ darted between the​‌ soldiers’ legs, planted‍ one foot against‍ a nearby wall,​‌‌ and leaped onto‌‌ the roof of​​ a house.

“…That​⁠ brat is fast!”⁠

Without​‍‌ even giving himself‍‍‍ time to breathe,⁠ Emil ran from‍‌ rooftop to rooftop.‍‌‌

The‍‌​ man chasing him‌ watched the boy,‌ already far ahead,‌ and clicked his​‌ tongue.

“He’s​ on the roof!”​‌​

“It’s⁠ Emil Aureo!”

The​ route he had⁠‌ taken was a typical commercial avenue,⁠ where the rooftops‍‌⁠ of the buildings⁠‍‌ were connected to​‌ one another.

Below⁠‌ were countless shops‍‍ and stalls.

Everyone‍ present looked up,⁠ watching in amazement‌‌‌ as the boy‌‍⁠ ran across the‍‍ rooftops.

“Catch​ him!”

“We​​⁠ have to capture‌​ him, even if‌⁠ it’s only him!”‍⁠‍

And⁠‍​ below, the soldiers‌​ ran after him.​​‌

Seeing⁠‌ the ominous banners‍‌⁠ of the Dragon​⁠‍ Slayer Knights, the​‍ people of Soara‌​‍ finally realized that‍‌​ Emil was being⁠‍ pursued.

‘And‍​ my mother?’

From⁠ the open rooftops,​‌‍ he could see​ it clearly.

The⁠‌⁠ Smile of the⁠​​ Rose in the‌ distance.

And‌​‌ the troops surrounding‍‌⁠ it.

It‌​​ was encircled layer⁠⁠ upon layer.

It‌ was no longer​ a place he⁠‍ could reach.

“Idiot!​‌ Let’s go together!”⁠‍

The‌⁠ man finally caught⁠‍ up to Emil,‌​​ panting heavily.

But‌‍ the boy immediately‍ changed direction.

“Huh?⁠‍‍ Huh?”

It​‍‌ was a movement​​ too fast for​​ an aging body‌⁠⁠ to follow.

So‍​​ fast that it​⁠ almost seemed aura‍⁠‍ would be necessary⁠‌⁠ to catch him.‌⁠⁠

After‍​‍ turning, Emil launched⁠‍ himself from the‍ rooftop and leaped⁠ toward the awning‌ of a distant⁠ stall.

Whoosh—!‌‍‌

The‌‍⁠ jump was so‌ long that for‌‍ a moment it​⁠ looked as though‌‍ he were flying.‍⁠

The​ soldiers could only⁠​‌ stare in astonishment‍‌ as he passed‍ over their heads.⁠‍

“Haa…​⁠ haa…”

Without‍⁠ even having time⁠‍ to catch his​​‌ breath, Emil kept​‌‌ running.

Deeper⁠ into the alleys.‌​

Searching‍ for routes the‍‌​ soldiers could not​⁠ follow.

‘I⁠⁠ have to get‌ out!’

He​‍​ didn’t know all‌‌‌ the details of‌‍ the situation.

But⁠ he knew one‌‌‍ thing for certain.⁠⁠⁠

He‌ had to escape‌‍ Soara.

To‍⁠ do that, he‌​ needed to get‌​ closer to the‌‌‌ walls surrounding the‌⁠ city.

However,‍ his intentions had⁠‌‌ already been discovered.⁠

“Block⁠ him!”

“It‍ doesn’t matter if‌ he’s injured! Just⁠ don’t kill him!”⁠‌‌

The‌⁠ Dragon Slayer Knights‍⁠ had come prepared.‍

They‌‍⁠ didn’t know Soara‌ as well as‍ Emil did, but​ they knew it‌ well enough.

And‌⁠​ little by little,​​ they were cornering⁠​‍ him like a rabbit.

“Over‌ here!”

Just​‌ as Emil wandered​ without finding an‍⁠‍ escape route, a door quietly opened‍‌​ beside him.

“Young⁠ Master! This way!”⁠⁠

It⁠‍ wasn’t just one⁠⁠ door.

Small​‌​ houses lined the‍ narrow alley.

And⁠ every door opened.⁠⁠

All⁠‍ of them beckoned‌‌ him inside.

The‍⁠‍ people of Soara‌ opened their homes‌​​ without the slightest‌ hesitation to help​‌ a boy being​‍ hunted.

Every⁠‌ one of them​‌ remembered the blond-haired‌ boy from many​‌‌ years ago.

“Get⁠​​ in already, brat!”‌‌

The​ mustached man arrived,‌​ gasping for breath,​​‌ and shoved Emil⁠​​ inside.

At​‍ the same time,​ the doors throughout‍ the alley began‌⁠‌ to close.

When​⁠ the Dragon Slayer​ Knights arrived, they‌ could only stare​‍‌ in confusion as​‌⁠ dozens of doors​‌​ shut one after‌ another.

“The‌⁠⁠ North District is‍⁠​ completely blocked. Don’t‍‍‍ go to the⁠ Smile of the‍​‍ Rose.”

A young man pushed‌ Emil forward.

Beside⁠‌‍ him stood a woman carrying a baby.

Emil​ was certain he​ had never seen‍ them before.

“Young​‌‌ Master, if it‌‌ weren’t for the⁠‌‌ blankets your father‍‍ gave us, we⁠‌ would have frozen​⁠‌ to death long‍‍ ago. Please thank‌‌ him for us.”‍

“To​‌ the next house!”​​​

Guided‍ by the young‌⁠⁠ couple from the‍⁠​ lower alleys, Emil‌⁠​ exited through the‍‍​ back door and‌‍​ was pushed into⁠‍‌ the neighboring home.⁠‍

A fat, bald man‌⁠ was waiting for‍‍ him there.

He⁠​‍ grabbed a canteen‌⁠ hanging on the‍ wall and hung⁠‍ it around Emil’s‌⁠ neck.

“Don’t​​ leave through the‍‍ South Gate. They⁠‍⁠ say those people‍ came through the‌⁠‌ Spirit Route. Do⁠ you know the‍​⁠ road that connects⁠⁠ to Aushrin?”

He​‍​ was a merchant‌‍ whose livelihood depended⁠ on the route​​⁠ opened by Vlad‌ and the Mole.⁠‌‌

After​​ he finished speaking,‌​ heavy pounding struck⁠‌ the front door.​‌‍

The‍​ man swallowed nervously​‌‌ and quickly sent​⁠⁠ Emil to the​‍⁠ next house.

“They‍ say the soldiers‍⁠‌ have completely filled​‍ Forge Street. Where​‌ the dwarves of⁠ Nidavellir are.”

“Don’t⁠​‍ go toward the‌‌​ river. They took⁠​ all the oars‍ from the boatmen.”‌​

From‌ house to house.​

Among‍⁠ complete strangers.

While​‌ Emil remained confused,‍⁠ people stuffed food,‍‌‌ coins, and supplies​⁠​ into his pockets.⁠‍

Everyone⁠​⁠ helped the boy⁠⁠ and the retired‍⁠ knight move closer​​​ and closer to⁠‍⁠ the city walls.‌‍⁠

“It‍⁠⁠ would be an​ honor if you‌‌⁠ accepted it, Young⁠⁠ Master. It’s the​‍‍ finest sword I’ve‌‌ ever forged.”

The​ last house belonged​ to a blacksmith.‍‍

As⁠⁠​ Emil held the‍‌⁠ sword being offered⁠‌ to him, the‌ man spoke emotionally.‌‌

“Do‌⁠ you remember that⁠‌‌ five-gold-coin sword that⁠ used to hang⁠​​ there? I saw⁠ it too. The⁠‌ first sword your‌ father ever used.”​⁠⁠

It⁠⁠ was a story​⁠⁠ everyone in Soara​‌ knew.

The‍‌⁠ legend of the‌⁠ Swordmaster that had‍​ begun in a humble forge tucked⁠ away in an​⁠⁠ alley.

Seeing⁠⁠‍ that man’s son⁠⁠​ holding a sword⁠ forged by his​ own hands, the⁠ blacksmith could barely‍‍⁠ contain his emotions.⁠

He‍⁠ took a deep⁠ breath and said,​

“He⁠⁠ was an incredible‍‍‍ man! Now go,​ quickly!”

When‍​ they left the‌​ blacksmith’s house, another⁠‌ path appeared.

A narrow alley used‍‍‍ only by the‍‍ local residents.

And​‌⁠ through a gap,‌⁠‌ they could see⁠ Soara’s central avenue.⁠

“I’m‍ not selling a damn thing today,⁠ you bastards!”

“Who‌​‌ the hell do⁠ these people from‍⁠ the center think‌‍ they are?! Go​‍ to hell!”

The​⁠ roars of an‌⁠ enraged crowd echoed‍‌⁠ through the air.⁠‌‌

Fruits,​‍ clothing, and all‌​ kinds of merchandise‍​‍ were scattered across‍ the ground.

The‍ merchants were throwing⁠ them at the‍​ Dragon Slayer Knights.‍‍⁠

“Who‍ the hell are‍⁠​ you people to⁠​ decide whether our‍‍ Young Master gets​⁠‍ taken away or​ not?!”

The​ people of the‌‍ north shouted at​ the banners of​‌‌ the Dragon Slayer⁠‍⁠ Knights.

The⁠‍ resistance was so‌ fierce that some‌‌ knights had already⁠​‍ drawn their swords.‌

But‍‌ they did not​‌ dare use them.‍‌

Because​ the crowd kept‌‌‍ growing.

Hundreds⁠‍‍ of people.

Nearly⁠⁠‍ a thousand.

“…I’m‍⁠‍ starting to understand​‌​ why the Emperor‍​⁠ doesn’t like your​​ father. Don’t you‌⁠ think?”

“……”‌

Peasants‍‌ standing against knights‌‌⁠ acting under imperial‌⁠ orders.

Children,‌ elderly people, men‍​ and women filling​‍ the streets.

The‌⁠‍ man felt a chill as he​ witnessed firsthand the‌​⁠ influence the Swordmaster⁠‍​ possessed in Soara.‌

“Anyway,​ we need to​ leave quickly. Unless​‌ you want all‌‍‌ those people to‍ end up dying.”‌‍‍

But‌‍ the retired knight‌‍ knew it couldn’t​‌​ last much longer.​⁠‍

And‍‌​ it shouldn’t.

Before‌​ the situation became‌ completely uncontrollable, the‍‍‌ lit fuse had⁠ to be removed​‌​ from the powder​‌‌ keg.

“Let’s​​‍ see… if we‌⁠‍ want to climb‍‍⁠ the wall…”

“Kyuu—!”⁠‌⁠

They⁠⁠ couldn’t leave through‍​⁠ the main gate.​​

So⁠⁠‌ the mustached man‍ was considering climbing⁠‍ the wall.

But⁠ the yellow mole⁠ poking out from‌⁠‍ Emil’s arms finally‌‍​ stuck out its‌‍ head as if‌​⁠ it had been‍ waiting for its⁠⁠​ turn.

Scritch‍ Scritch Scritch!

Wiggling⁠‌ its backside enthusiastically,⁠ it began digging‌ a tunnel at​​⁠ the foot of‌​ the wall.

The‌​​ retired knight stared‌‍ at the scene‌​⁠ in disbelief.

“Hey!‌ Come on, hurry!”‌⁠

Pointing​​ at the freshly‌‌ dug tunnel, he​‌⁠ desperately called for​⁠‌ Emil.

But‌‍‌ Emil remained motionless.‍​‍

As‍‌ if rooted to‌‍ the ground.

“Idiot!⁠ We have to⁠‍ go!”

Through‍⁠ a narrow opening,⁠‌ he could see‌​⁠ the people of⁠​⁠ Soara.

People‍ throwing away the⁠‌⁠ food they were‌ supposed to sell⁠‌ that day.

People‌ destroying merchandise intended⁠‍ for the next⁠‍ day’s business.

All‍‌‍ of them were⁠ shouting his name.‍​

“……”‌

Emil’s‍‌ blue eyes absorbed‌ every scene.

The‌ people trying to‌‍ protect him.

And‌⁠​ the banners of⁠​ the Dragon Slayer⁠ Knights striking them.‍

His⁠‌ eyes did not​‌​ blink even once.‌​‌

As​ if he were​ swearing never to‍‌ forget what he‍ was seeing.

“Let’s‌⁠ go already!”

When​ the retired knight​ forcefully dragged him‌‍ away, Emil finally⁠‌ knelt before the‌ dark tunnel.

And‌ as he crawled‍ through the darkest‍‌ and lowest place‍ possible, a voice‍ filled with anger⁠⁠ escaped his lips.⁠

“…I’ll‌⁠⁠ come back.”

He‌⁠ had to return.​‌

Because​ there were people‌⁠​ there who believed‍ in him.

“And‍​ I’ll repay this​​ debt.”

And⁠ he had to‌ repay what they‍⁠⁠ were doing for⁠‌​ him.

To⁠‌‍ those Dragon Slayer‌​‍ Knight banners that​ were striking those‌ people.

A tear formed involuntarily‌‌ in the boy’s‌​⁠ eyes as he​⁠ left Soara.

He⁠⁠‍ didn’t know whether​‌⁠ it was sadness‌‍‍ or anger.

But​⁠​ that tear fell​ together with a promise.

The⁠‌ promise that one⁠ day he would‍​⁠ return.

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