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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 306: Side Story – The Young Dragons in Search of a Place to Go (3)

Chapter 306: Side Story – The Young Dragons in Search of a Place to Go (3)

It‍ was already late‍⁠ afternoon in the‌​ city of Nassau.‍⁠‌

Inside⁠‍ the governor’s office,​ a man standing⁠ by the window‍⁠ scraped the surface‍ of an old⁠ coin between his​ fingers with his‍ fingernail.

Its⁠ silver gleam shone⁠​ beneath the setting‍ sun.

After⁠ verifying the Retired‍⁠​ Knight’s identity through‍‌‌ that coin, the‍‌ governor of Nassau‍ slowly nodded.

“You⁠‌​ made the right⁠‌⁠ decision. I mean​ sneaking into Nassau​ instead of coming‌⁠ directly to see​‍ me.”

Apparently,​ the light streaming​‌‌ in through the​⁠ window was too‍‌⁠ bright for the​‌ Retired Knight.

It‍⁠‍ was hardly surprising.​​

After‌ all, he had‍ just come out⁠ of a jail‌ cell.

“And⁠‌‌ what good did​​⁠ it do? In⁠‌ the end, it​ was all for​ nothing.”

As​​ he raised a hand to shield​ himself from the​⁠‌ evening sunlight, the⁠‍ mustached man let⁠‌‍ out a deep‍ sigh, as though⁠‌⁠ everything had gone‍‍‌ wrong.

He‍‌ had entered Nassau​‌ incognito, even paying​ a bribe.

Then‌⁠ he shot Emil​ a sidelong glance.⁠⁠

“…Yesterday,​ you were the⁠‍ one who said‌‍‍ that anything that​​ could be settled‍‍ on the spot​ should be settled‌ right there.”

That​‌ brat simply didn’t‍‌ know when to⁠ keep his mouth‌​ shut.

Perhaps⁠​ because he was​​​ a child, Emil‌ had an incredible‍⁠‌ talent for throwing‍ the man’s own‍⁠‍ words back at‌​​ him.

The‌​‌ mustached man could‌‍ no longer hold‍‌ back his anger.​‍

“Hey!‍‌⁠ Do you really‌ think that’s what‌​‍ I meant?!”

He‌‍‍ had met every⁠ kind of child⁠ throughout his life.​

Insolent‍‌‌ children.

Troublemakers.‍‌‍

Rebellious‌‍‌ children.

He​‌ had seen them‍ all.

But‍ he swore this​⁠ was the first‍ time he had‌​‌ encountered one who⁠ possessed all of⁠ those qualities at⁠​ once.

“I​ told you to‌ stay put! And⁠⁠ how many people​ did you end‍ up killing?! Three?!‌ Four?!”

They⁠‍‌ had only been​⁠⁠ apart for half⁠‍​ a day.

He⁠⁠⁠ had even given​ Emil money for‌‌‍ potato stew specifically‍⁠ so he would​‍ stay quietly at​ the inn.

And⁠‍ what did he‍​ find when he‍⁠​ came back?

A pile of corpses.⁠

The‌⁠‍ boy covered in⁠ blood from head​ to toe.

And​​‍ then that whole‌‌⁠ speech about…

A fair payment?

“In​‍⁠ my entire life,⁠​ this is the‍ first time I’ve‍​ seen someone kill‍‌ people and then‌‍ use it to​⁠ win over a girl! Is everyone‌‌ from the North‌‍​ like this?!”

“…I​ wasn’t trying to⁠‍‍ win her over.”⁠⁠​

Emil‍⁠‍ puffed out his‍‍‍ cheeks slightly.

“I⁠⁠⁠ only gave it‌​ to her because‍ I was grateful.”‍‍‌

He⁠ had simply wanted‌⁠ to do it.‌

He​ was also grateful‍ for the barley‍​ bread she had‌ given him.

“All⁠‌‌ right, all right.⁠ Calm down, both⁠ of you.”

The‌‍⁠ governor of Nassau​​⁠ let out a hearty laugh as‍​ he watched them​⁠ continue arguing.

“Seeing‌‍ you like this‌ brings back a lot of memories.”​⁠‍

A Retired Knight and​‍ a blue-eyed boy.‍‌

They⁠‍​ weren’t exactly the⁠⁠‍ same, but long‌⁠ ago he had‌‍​ seen a very​‌ similar pair.

“The⁠‌‍ young master’s father‍‌‍ and Sir Auguste​⁠​ used to argue​ just like this.”‍‍

The⁠‍ man’s orange hair​‍‍ glowed beneath the⁠ sunlight.

He⁠​ was Stephan, the‌ current governor of⁠ Nassau and the​⁠‌ former captain of​ the Thorn Mercenary​⁠​ Company.

Watching⁠​‍ them bicker exactly‍‌ like those two‌ had done years‌⁠⁠ ago, he smiled‌‌​ nostalgically.

“In‍⁠ any case, your‌​ journey to Trinova​‌ has been exposed.‌ There’s no guarantee​​ there aren’t spies⁠‍ from the center​​​ here.”

Since⁠‌ the magical telegraph‍⁠⁠ was still out‌ of service, Stephan​⁠ had been unable⁠‌ to learn all‍ the details of​ what had happened.‍

However,‌​ the refugees who‌ continued arriving had⁠⁠⁠ confirmed the story​​ with their own⁠‌⁠ testimony.

“I’ll‍‍ prepare a ship.‍⁠​ Young Master, you‌ must leave immediately.”​

Stephan​​​ also agreed that‌ Emil should be‌‌ sent to Trinova.⁠

He‍‌‌ did not know‌​ the exact situation‌‍ in the North,⁠⁠​ but he had⁠‍‍ received reports of‍⁠‍ suspicious movements along​ the road to⁠​​ Deirmar.

“For‍⁠ now, the best‍⁠⁠ thing is to‍‍⁠ get you somewhere‌⁠​ safe. I’ll handle⁠ contacting…”

“What⁠‌ about the compass?”‌

The​‍ Emperor.

The​​ Dragon Slayer Knights.‌​

The​⁠ enemy was far​ too powerful for​⁠⁠ a child to​​ confront.

That‌​​ was why Stephan’s⁠‍ only concern was‍⁠ getting Emil out⁠ of there as​‍‌ quickly as possible.⁠⁠‌

But⁠⁠ the boy’s attention⁠‍‌ was focused on​ something else.

“What‍⁠‍ did the priests​‌ say? That object​ is really dangerous.”⁠‍

Emil‌⁠ remembered the fog-covered‌‌‍ northern prairie.

He‌ remembered the old‍⁠ knight weeping black​​‍ tears, unable to‍⁠ die.

And⁠‍ he remembered that‍⁠ sinister compass.

“It‍ was something the‌ necromancers used. They‌‍ said it was‌ meant to lure‌​⁠ the Deathworm.”

He​ also remembered the‍‌ gigantic dragon he‍‍⁠ had seen above​⁠ the ruined Sturma.‌‍

Beneath‌ that creature, he‌ had lost people‌⁠​ who were very‌‌ important to him.‌‌‌

Ramund.‍​‍

Portly⁠​‌ Kannor.

Telsa.⁠​​

Each⁠​⁠ of those names​ had been engraved‍⁠ as a deep‍ wound in the‍ boy’s heart.

“Maybe​‍‍ I can help.⁠ So…”

“Young​‌ Master.”

He​ had lived through‍‍‌ all those tragedies.‌⁠

And​⁠ precisely because of⁠⁠ that, he was‌ willing to do‌ whatever it took.⁠‍

But‌⁠⁠ Stephan remained firm.‍‌

“Leave‌‌⁠ this to us‍​⁠ and get out​​ of here as‌‍​ quickly as possible.”⁠⁠‌

Stephan’s​⁠ unwavering eyes looked‍ directly at Emil.⁠‌

“Even​​ if you don’t​ trust us, we​‌‍ have no other​‍ choice.”

The​​ child insisted that​ he could do​⁠ it.

The⁠‌⁠ adult answered that‌ this was as‍‍⁠ far as the⁠‍​ child would go.‍⁠‍

Emil‍‍ looked at Stephan‌​ resentfully.

But‍‌ Stephan had more‌ than enough reason‍ to stop him.‍​

“…The⁠ priests examined the‍⁠⁠ object throughout the‌​‍ entire night. There⁠​ wasn’t enough time‌⁠⁠ to complete a perfect analysis, but​‍‌ you were right.‌ The items found⁠​ in the warehouse​ really were meant‍ to lure a Deathworm.”

When‌ he heard that‍ his suspicions had​​‍ been correct, Emil‍ clenched his fist.​‌‌

However,​‌‍ what he heard‍‌ next left him⁠ completely frozen.

“I’m⁠‍ not talking about‌‌ the compass. There‍​​ was something else.”‌‍⁠

The‍⁠‍ pirates from the‌ Southern Archipelago had​​ stolen the necromancer’s​‍ artifacts and were‍‍⁠ fleeing with them.⁠

If⁠​ everything had gone⁠⁠‍ according to plan,⁠‍⁠ they would have‌ marked the final‌​ point to lure‌‌⁠ the Deathworm toward‌‍‌ Soara.

But⁠‌‌ the necromancer leading‍⁠⁠ the operation had‌​​ died while trying‌ to hunt the​‌ Retired Knight.

And‍ there was one⁠ item that the​⁠⁠ necromancer had guarded‍ with particular care.⁠

“…Inside‍ the warehouse you‌‍‍ attacked, there was‍⁠‍ a Deathworm hatchling.”‍⁠

In⁠ the deepest part‌‌‍ of the warehouse​‍‍ stood a sealed⁠​ chest.

A coffer protected by‌ an extraordinarily powerful​​​ curse.

Inside⁠⁠ it writhed a tiny Deathworm hatchling⁠ that had not‌⁠‌ even been weaned‍​ from its mother.⁠​‍

“It​ seems they didn’t‌ even know what⁠​​ they were transporting.​​​ They only intended​ to sell it​⁠ for an enormous‌‍​ amount of money.”​

Why‍ had the Deathworm​ gone mad?

Why⁠​ had it destroyed​​ Sturma?

What⁠ was it desperately‍ searching for?

Its‍⁠​ hatchling.

It⁠⁠⁠ was searching for‍​‍ its little hatchling,‌⁠ trapped beneath that⁠⁠ curse and writhing‌‌ in pain.

“T-Then…‍ what if I’m‍‍ the one who‌ carries the hatchling?‌‌ After all, I’m⁠⁠ a dragon too.​⁠ That way, the‌‌ mother will definitely​ follow me.”

Upon‍​ learning that there‌​ was a Deathworm⁠​‍ hatchling, Emil was⁠ completely shaken.

Until‍‍​ that moment, the‌​‌ Deathworm had been⁠ nothing more than​​​ the object of‍⁠⁠ his resentment.

He⁠‍ had never imagined​​⁠ such a reality.‍‌

“Let’s⁠‌‍ take it as​‍ far away from​​ any city as​⁠ possible. While I keep running, we‌⁠‌ can find a way to break‌ the curse…”

“That’s​ exactly why we⁠⁠ can’t allow it.”⁠‌

The‌⁠​ aimless anger inside‍‌‌ the boy began​​​ to boil once‍ more.

Even‌​​ so, he forced‌‍⁠ himself to stay⁠ calm.

But‌⁠ Stephan had already​⁠ made his decision.⁠⁠

“According⁠​ to the priests,‌ it’s a curse‌⁠ far beyond anything⁠‍ they can break.”‌

Stephan’s​ eyes remained fixed‍‍ on Emil.

“And‍ everything indicates that‌⁠ the curse’s true‍ target is a young dragon.”

The⁠‌​ curse could be⁠‌​ transferred.

That⁠ was what the‌ priests claimed.

No‍‍ one had asked‌‌ them about it.⁠

Even​‍ so, they had⁠⁠‌ made that clarification‌ because they knew‍ perfectly well that​‌ Emil was in‌⁠​ the city.

“But…!”‌

“Young⁠‍​ Master. As the​ governor of Nassau,‌‌ I order you.”‌⁠‌

Children​⁠‍ always strive for‍​ the best possible⁠‌‌ outcome.

Because‍⁠‌ they sincerely believe​ they can achieve‍​ it.

But‍⁠​ Stephan, as an‍ adult, could not‍‍ share that way‌ of thinking.

“Emil‌ Aureo will depart‍ for Trinova as⁠‌ soon as the‌ ship is ready.”⁠‌​

Adults⁠⁠​ do not pursue​ the best outcome.​‍

Because‍‌ they already tried‍ once.

And​​ they know better​​ than anyone how⁠‍ far away that‍​ ideal is and​‌‌ how difficult it⁠ is to achieve.⁠

“In​‌‌ the worst-case scenario,‍ I must at‌⁠ least make sure‍ the Young Master⁠‍​ survives.”

That‍​​ is why adults​‌​ choose the second-best​​ option.

Because‌‌ only those who​​ have realized that⁠‌‍ not everyone can‌‍​ be happy truly‌​‍ become adults.

“…”​​

Stephan’s‍‍ finger pointed toward‍ the door.

Faced‌ with that cold‌‌ order to leave,⁠⁠ Emil had no​⁠‍ choice but to⁠‌ lower his head​​ helplessly.

***​‌

It​‌⁠ was the inn​‌‌ near the harbor​ once again.

When‌​ the freckled girl‌‍ saw Emil return,‌ she greeted him‌⁠ with a bright‌​ smile, but he‌ did not respond.‍​‌

“This⁠ doesn’t make any‌ sense! We haven’t​ even tried!”

The‌‍​ moment he entered⁠ the room, Emil‍​ began stomping on‍ the floor in‌⁠ frustration.

Seeing⁠‍‍ him like that,‌‍ the mustached knight‌ answered coldly.

“There’s‌‍ no need to​ try. There’s no​ reason to put⁠‌⁠ you in danger.”‍

Emil⁠‍‌ wanted to protect‍​ Nassau.

He‍​⁠ did not want⁠ to witness another​​⁠ city fall.

The‍‍‍ desperate screams of⁠ Sturma still echoed⁠‌ vividly in his​‍⁠ ears.

“I’m​ telling you, the‍​‍ curse won’t affect‍​ me!”

“Are‍‍⁠ you seriously bringing​‌​ up that ridiculous⁠ ghost story again?”‍⁠​

He‌ had spent the⁠​‍ entire night listening​​‌ to the story​‍ about the fog-covered⁠ prairie.

The⁠​⁠ story of the‍​ black-haired man and​⁠‍ the moonlight.

But​​⁠ the mustached man‍‍ did not believe⁠ a single word⁠‌⁠ of it.

And‍‌​ even if he‍​​ did, he had​‌ no intention of‍‌ putting Emil at⁠⁠ risk.

“Let​‌ someone else take‌ the hatchling out.​ They can even​ carry it to‍ the center and​‌​ abandon it there.”‌‍⁠

“And​​‌ what if the​‍ mother doesn’t follow‍ it?”

“Then​​ a city will​⁠ be destroyed.”

The⁠‌ matter-of-fact way he‌‌​ answered left Emil‌ speechless.

“So‌‍ what if a city is destroyed?⁠ People may die.‌ It’s regrettable, but‍​‌ that’s how things‍‌ are.”

He‌⁠‌ was a man‍⁠​ well versed in⁠​ the calculations of‌ adults.

He​​​ knew exactly what‌ had to be⁠ sacrificed and what‌‍​ had to be‌‌​ protected.

“A‌​‌ destroyed city can​ be rebuilt. The​‍ people who die?​​‌ It’s tragic, but​⁠ that will be​ their fate.”

What⁠​‌ is valuable always‍‍‌ comes before what‍⁠‍ is insignificant.

What‍ cannot be replaced​ is always supported⁠‌​ by those who​‌‌ can.

That‍ was how the‍ world worked.

“But‍​ you’re different. Because​‍ you’re the Swordmaster’s⁠‌ son.”

But.⁠‍​

Who⁠​ decided that one​ thing was more​‌ important than another?​‌

Who‌‌ decided who was‍ worth more than​⁠ everyone else?

“The‍⁠‍ Swordmaster is the​‌⁠ only card capable‌⁠⁠ of turning this‌ situation around! And​‍ what happens if‍⁠⁠ you do something⁠​⁠ reckless here and‌⁠⁠ the Emperor ends⁠​⁠ up capturing you?!⁠ All you’ll do‌ is put a leash around your⁠⁠‍ father’s neck!”

The⁠ man’s words were‌⁠‌ completely rational.

But‌‌ standing before him‍⁠​ was no longer⁠ Emil Aureo.

All​⁠‌ he saw was​ the Swordmaster’s son.‍

“So‌‍‌ stop acting like‌ a spoiled child,‍​‌ and let’s go​ to Trinova!”

“I​‌ don’t want to!”​‌

Bang!⁠

The‌ wooden floor beneath‍‍​ his foot shattered​ into pieces.

In‌‌‍ an instant, the​ entire room fell​ silent.

“I⁠​ can do it!”⁠

Bang!‍‍ Bang!

A blue radiance began‌​ to burn in​‍ Emil’s eyes.

It⁠⁠ was his anger‍‌ toward those who‍‌‍ refused to see⁠​ him for who‌⁠ he truly was.‍

“My‌ father isn’t here!‌⁠⁠ I’m the only‌ one here! So​​⁠ I have to‌​ do it!”

This‍ was not the‌ simple tantrum of⁠‍​ a child.

It‌ was the determination‌ of someone who⁠‍‍ genuinely believed he‍‌ could succeed.

“I’m⁠‍⁠ telling you I can do it!‌ I’ve already done‍‌ it once! Can’t⁠⁠‍ you trust me?!”⁠‌‍

“…”‌‌⁠

It⁠‍‍ was a heartbreaking​​ sincerity.

The​‌​ desire to stop⁠ being nothing more‍​ than a bystander.​‍

The⁠‌‍ conviction that he‌⁠ could do it.‌‌⁠

As⁠ he looked into​ those eyes, the​‌ man found himself‍⁠ speechless.

“Can‍​⁠ you really do⁠‍ it?”

The‌ world judges people‍‍ by its own‍‍‍ standards.

It‌‍​ doesn’t matter how‍‌‍ much they say⁠​ they want to​‍ do something.

It‌​‍ doesn’t matter how⁠​‍ desperately they ask​ for a chance.‍

In⁠⁠⁠ the end, it‌‍ always draws a line and blocks‌‌‌ their path.

“Can‍ you really do‌‍⁠ it?”

Faced‌​ with the man’s⁠ serious question, Emil‌‍‌ nodded firmly.

“Very​‍‍ well. Then tell⁠‍⁠ me.”

He⁠‌ had once been​ the same.

He‌⁠ had imposed his‌⁠​ own standards.

He‍‌​ had decided that​⁠‌ others were incapable.​​⁠

At⁠ the time, he​‌ believed it had⁠⁠‍ been the right‌ decision.

But‌‍⁠ now, after all‍⁠ these years, he‍​‍ understood something else.​​​

“If‍‌ you say you​ can do it,⁠‌ then you should⁠​​ be able to‍​ say your name⁠​⁠ with pride.”

He‍⁠ understood that back​ then, he should​‍ not have given‌‍ up so easily.⁠⁠

He⁠‍ should have given‌‍ those willing to‌ try a chance.⁠‍

“So‌​‌ tell me your‌‌ name, boy.”

These​‍ were words he‍‌ had never been‌‍ able to say‍⁠‌ during the Honor⁠​‌ Duel of Deirmar.‌⁠​

Words‌‌ he had always⁠ wanted to say​​ someday.

His⁠​‍ lips trembled slightly‍⁠ as he spoke‌​ them.

“Emil.”​⁠⁠

The‍‍ man asked him‌⁠⁠ to say his‌ name.

He‍ had been unable​ to do so⁠ before.

But​ this time, he⁠‍ decided to give‌ the boy who‌​‍ claimed he could​ succeed a chance.‌​⁠

“Emil⁠ Aureo.”

What‍‌ would that road​‍​ he had never‌​ taken have been‌⁠ like?

He​‌ had always wondered.‍​‌

For‍ years, he imagined​ what it would‍​‌ have been like‍⁠‌ to choose honor‌ instead of obedience.⁠

And‍ now, after such‌‌ a long detour,​⁠ someone was reaching⁠​ out a hand‍‌ to him.

[It’s‍‍ been a long‍‍ time.]

Someone‌ had appeared behind‌‍‌ the boy who​‌‍ had just spoken​‌⁠ his name.

A dark shadow, like‌ a veil, covered‍‍ the room.

When​‍ that darkness faded​ away, it revealed‌ a face the‌ man had known‍‍ for a very‌​ long time.

[This⁠​ is the first‍‌ time we’ve met⁠‌‍ since Deirmar, Sir‍ Zuber of Shazad.]​‌

The‌​ black moonlight began​ streaming through the​⁠‌ window, now wrapped‌⁠‌ in the night.⁠‌

Riding‍ upon that light,‍⁠‍ a man returned.⁠‍⁠

His​ name was Joseph‌⁠‍ Bayezid.

As⁠​ Zuber stood frozen​⁠‍ in complete astonishment,‌⁠ the Knight of‌​ the Black Moon‍​ held out a shining silver coin⁠‌​ to him.

It​⁠​ was a genuine⁠ silver coin that​‌ could only be⁠ received by knights​ who walked the​ path of honor.‍

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