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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 46: The Dragon comes (1)

Chapter 46: The Dragon comes (1)

“Ahhhhhh…”⁠‍‍

Vlad‌ shot up, sounding​​​ like a sore‌‌⁠ old man.

“I⁠‌‌ almost died…”

[If​​‌ it weren’t for⁠ the serpent, you‌‌ would have died.]⁠‌

Vlad​⁠​ lowered his gaze‌‌​ to his armor‍‍⁠ as the voice⁠‌​ spoke.

He​​‌ hadn’t expected the⁠⁠‌ serpent that had​‍‍ embraced him that‍ day to manifest⁠​‌ itself in this‌​‍ way.

“Yes.”⁠⁠⁠

[So,⁠⁠​ we’re going once​‍ more later.]

Vlad​‌ ignored the voice,‍‍ reminding himself why​‌‍ he had come‌‍​ here.

The⁠ crack in the‍ ground was slowly‍ approaching.

Rutiger⁠‌ and the knights‍ following him.

And‍‌ below, the priests‌‍‍ and knights, too‍ bewildered to realize‍ they had fallen.‌

“Eh?”‌​

[…]​‍

And‍⁠​ among them was‌‌ the figure of‍‌ a very familiar‌‌‌ man.

Ddddddddd-!‍

Even‌​ as the boy‌ panicked, the crack​‌ separating the meadow‌​⁠ continued to widen​​ inexorably.

Rutiger​⁠ and the knights‍‌ tried to keep⁠⁠ up, but, as‍‍ the voice said,​ the speed of‌‌ the Death Worm​‍ underground was such‌ that not even‌​ a herd of⁠ wild horses could‌ keep pace.

“Ahhh!”‍

And‌‍‍ the crack in‌‌⁠ the meadow, spreading​​‍ at a dizzying‍ speed, aimed straight​ ahead.

Exactly,⁠⁠ straight, unwavering, towards‌ the horde of‌‍‌ pilgrims.

“Bring‌⁠‌ the priests!”

“Let⁠‌ those who are⁠‍ ready go first!”‌​‍

Heeeeehee-.​

The​ knights’ cry and‍ the horses’ braying.‌‌⁠

And‍‍‍ the ominous creaking⁠ of evil approaching,‍ swallowing up all‍ those sounds.

A great and irresistible‍​ violence was rushing​​​ towards them.

“It‌ can’t be…”

In⁠‌ the urgency of⁠‍ the situation, Vlad⁠‍ recognized a priest​‍⁠ getting up.

The⁠ only priest the‌ boy had known,⁠ and one he‍‌⁠ should never forget.‍⁠

His‌​⁠ piercing entrance stabbed‍⁠‍ painfully into the⁠⁠ boy’s eyes and‌‌​ reached his heart.​‍

“Damn‌ it!”

Coincidences‍​‌ sometimes come in​ the form of‍​ destiny, forcing a choice.

Faced‌⁠ with such cruelty,‍‍ most people would⁠ bow their heads​‌​ and take the‌ easy way out,​‌‌ but the boy⁠​‍ was not one‍‍⁠ of them.

He‌​ was a man⁠​⁠ who had always‍ fought with all‌​‍ his might.

“….!”‌

Gritting‌ his teeth, Vlad‌‌‌ hardened his determination​ and jumped towards‍⁠ Rutiger with all​​ his might.

He​‍​ was still breathless‌​ from the incessant​‌ beats of his⁠​ heart, but the‌ boy didn’t stop.⁠

There⁠⁠‍ were two things‍‍ he still held‌ in his arms.‍‌

One​​‍ was Alicia’s handkerchief.⁠​‍

And⁠‌⁠ the boy’s identification⁠⁠⁠ plate, endorsed by‍‌ Andreas.

“Father⁠‌​ Andreas!”

The​ first person to‌​ vouch for him‌⁠‌ when he was⁠​‌ nobody.

The‌‍‍ one who had⁠⁠ given the boy‍ the roots to​⁠​ put down in​ the world was‌⁠ down there.

Forgetting‌‌ the surprise and​​ pain of rolling‌⁠ down the hill,‌‍⁠ the boy ran‌ towards the approaching‍ crack.

He‍‍ was hurling himself‍‌ into the face‌‍ of great violence‍‌‍ from which anyone‍​ would want to⁠‍ flee.

***​‌‍

“Over​​​ here! Over here!”​​‍ Vlad waved his⁠‌ hands, trying to‍ make himself visible​ in some way.‍

“…!”​‌

And​ a dark-skinned man,​⁠ atop a moving‍ horse, spotted the⁠ figure.

But​‌⁠ there was a huge, insurmountable gap⁠ between them, and⁠‌ along that gap,‌‌‌ a young Deathworm⁠ was attempting to​ overwhelm the group‌​ of pilgrims.

Somehow,‍​​ the timing was‌‌‌ right, but the​‍‌ space was not.​‍

“No….”‌⁠

Vlad​​‍ said as he​⁠ watched the crack​‍⁠ slide past him​​⁠ without any pause.‌

“No!”‌‌​

Vlad⁠ shouted furiously at​⁠‌ the Deathworm that​‍‌ had ignored him.⁠​

I can’t be helpless‍‍ again, facing a world so vast⁠‌ that I can‍ do nothing.

[¡Vlad!]​‍‌

Realizing‍⁠ what Vlad was​‌‌ about to do,​‍ the voice urgently‍​‌ tried to stop‍‌ him, but the​ boy had already⁠ made a decision.‍

Now⁠​‌ is the time​ to do it.‌‌

If‍‌ I have to‌ do it, I won’t hesitate.

Ignoring‍ the voice, Vlad⁠⁠ tossed the imprint‌ into the air,​​ grasping it tightly.⁠

A sheet of white‍⁠ paper fell from‍‌‌ the sky.

“Take‌ that, you bastard!”​‌

The‌ determined swing of‍​⁠ the sword drew⁠ the boy’s resolve.‌​

The‌ paper tore, and⁠ simultaneously, intricate patterns​‍⁠ filled the sword.​⁠‍

The⁠ sword began to​‍ vibrate as it‌​ followed the black​‌ and shiny tracks.‌‍

With‍⁠ the boy’s anger​‌ against the Deathworm.‌⁠

[…It’s‍ insufficient, awaken your​ world.]

The⁠ voice, wanting to​ be as scornful​ as possible but⁠⁠ understanding Vlad better‍ than anyone, offered⁠ advice to the‌‌​ boy.

If‌⁠ he was going⁠‍‌ to try it⁠‍⁠ anyway, he shouldn’t‍ regret it.

[You​​ must amplify the‍ vibrations!]

Dorothea’s‍⁠‌ imprint was delicate,⁠‌ but it wasn’t​​‌ enough to catch‍ the attention of⁠‍​ the Deathworm, which⁠ already had its⁠ prey in sight.‍‌⁠

Her‌​ imprint needed enhancement.⁠

“Hmph!”⁠​‍

Following​‍​ the advice of​⁠⁠ the voice, Vlad​​ struck his sword⁠‌​ against the ground.​

Then⁠ he closed his‌ left eye.

To‌ shut out the‍‍‌ still weak world⁠ of his soul.‌‌

At‍ this moment, even‌‌‌ if Jager were‍⁠​ here, he wouldn’t​​ say anything about⁠​​ the boy’s behavior.‌‍​

It‍ was for the‍ best.

“…Rise.”‌‍⁠

The‌​‍ day he first​ said his name‍ to God.

He‌‍ remembered the sunlight‍‍ shining through the‍‌​ stained glass and‍ falling onto his​​ shoulders.

It‍⁠ was warm and‌‌‌ welcoming, and above‍⁠⁠ all, he could‌ see the priest‌​‌ smiling at him.‍‌​

“Rise!”‍

With⁠⁠ the boy’s cry,‍⁠ a faint glow⁠ began to emanate⁠⁠‍ from the sword​ that had been‍⁠‍ weeping.

White,⁠⁠‍ green, and blue.‌‌

The‍ boy’s world, which‍‍​ had not yet‍​ found its own‌ color, was filled​ with the colors‌‌‍ of the surrounding​‌ knights.

They⁠ were subtle but‌ beautiful colors.

Woof-woof-woof.‍‍

Dorothea’s​‍‍ imprint merged with​ the boy’s world‍‍ and began to⁠⁠ create a massive‍ vibration.

There​ was no tremor,‌ but the air​ rippled, and there‍ was no sound,⁠ but everyone present⁠‍ could hear it.​

It​​ was like a child’s cry: “I’m⁠‍ here!”

“…!”⁠⁠

The‍⁠⁠ young Deathworm was​‍​ rushing toward the‌ pilgrims with blood⁠​⁠ in its mouth.‌‌‌

The‌​‍ mute boy’s screams​ could also be⁠⁠ heard.

It⁠​​ was a voice​​⁠ more resonant than⁠​​ any other, a voice urging him‌‌ forward from his⁠‌ own forehead.

So,⁠‌‍ he turned his‌​‍ head.

Krrrrrr-.​⁠​

The⁠ crunching sound stopped.⁠

The⁠‍‌ Deathworm recognized the‍ boy’s world.

The‌‌​ heart of the​⁠ Deathworm beat strongly⁠‍​ as it sensed‍‌ the boy.

“…”‌‍​

“…”‌‍⁠

And‍‍ everyone in the‍⁠⁠ place looked at‌ the radiant boy.⁠

Woof-woof-woof.⁠‌

For⁠ a moment, the​​ boy’s presence dominated⁠‌‌ everything.

I am here.

“…Go!”⁠

“Vlad,‌⁠‌ throw me the‍‌‍ sword!”

After⁠​‌ what felt like⁠‍ an eternity, Deathworm’s‌‌‍ head moved slightly,​ and Rutiger’s shout‌⁠ was heard.

The‍ boy’s presence momentarily⁠‌ stopped time in​ the meadow but‌‌ did not dominate‍​ it.

The​ boy’s world remained‌ too faint a possibility for that.​​

But​‌ it was a struggle that served‌‌ a purpose.

Kaaaaaah-!‍‍

Adjusting‌​ its target, Deathworm⁠ emerged from the⁠ ground and lunged⁠‍ at the boy.‌‍‍

With‍ a movement much⁠‌‌ faster than the⁠⁠‍ voice had predicted.​⁠

As‍​ if it had‌‍​ been waiting for‌‌ this moment.

[Dodge!]​

“Stop…”​⁠⁠

The‍ urgency in the​​‍ voice didn’t make​⁠ it easy for‌​ Vlad to open‌ his closed eyes.⁠⁠⁠

A faint world, still‍⁠⁠ unsettled.

The‌‍⁠ boy’s achievements were​ insufficient to quickly‍‌​ open that world.​

A jet-black shadow fell‍‍ over Vlad’s cowering​⁠ head.

It​ came from a giant gesture of⁠ despair.

“No!”⁠​‌

Everyone​ squeezed their eyes​​ shut in anticipation‍‍‌ of what would‍ happen next.

Rutiger​ rushed to save​ the boy, but‍​ the space between‍ them was as‍ impassable as the‍​‍ passage of time.​‍‌

[Aura‍ with armor…!]

A massive presence that‍​‍ drowned even the⁠ cries of the​‌​ voices.

The‌‍ moment the boy‌‍ unconsciously held his⁠‍ sword against a huge Deathworm crashing‌ into him.

“….!”​‌⁠

Something‌ blacker than the⁠⁠ shadows of despair⁠‍ created by Deathworm.‌

Something‍⁠ as black as​⁠​ the color of⁠​ a moonless night⁠​⁠ enveloped the boy’s​‍​ eyes.

Kwagagagang-!​

Before‍⁠⁠ the enormous world⁠​ could crush the⁠ boy.

***‍​‍

The​​ wind whistling past​ your ears.

The​​‍ sound of a massive heart within‌ the hands of‍‍ the boy.

The​⁠ warm, pulsating blood‍⁠​ coursing through his⁠‍ muscles.

A dust cloud covered‌ Vlad’s back.

But‍ before it could​‌ envelop the boy,‍⁠ Vlad was already‍⁠ out of its‌ reach.

They‌ couldn’t keep up‌​ with the boy’s‍​ speed.

Somewhere​ between excitement and‍ surprise.

In‍ the blink of​⁠‍ an eye, Vlad⁠​‌ opened his closed‌‌ eyes and found‌‌ himself on the‌ back of the​⁠ horse.

[Hahaha…]‌

Vlad​‌ rolled onto his‌​ back, not hearing⁠​ the relieved groan‌‌⁠ in his voice.‍

The​​ wind howled, and⁠ everything around him⁠‍ buzzed past.

The‌‍ boy swore he‍‌‌ had never felt‌ such speed in‍‍ his life.

“…”‍⁠

Vlad‌​ opened the palms‍‌ of his hands‍⁠ to face the​ wind.

The⁠⁠‌ heavy stream of‌ air slipped between‌ his fingers.

“Ha!‍ Ha, ha, ha!”‍​​

Vlad‌ now laughed heartily,​‌ though he had‍ been on the⁠​‍ brink of death⁠ moments ago.

The‍ scene of his‍ dreams unfolded before‌⁠ his eyes.

Kaaaaaaaah!‍

“…”‌​‍

The⁠‍ Deathworm’s howl came⁠ from behind the‌ boy, who had‌ momentarily forgotten his⁠‍​ reality.

He​​ had succeeded in‍ his intentions, but‌‌ it was not‌​​ over.

“Vlad!⁠‍ Vlad! Are you⁠ okay?”

A dark-haired knight rode⁠⁠ towards the boy‌​‍ running with the‌‍​ Deathworm’s roar.

“I‌ think I’m okay!”⁠

“Good!”​

When​​‌ Rutiger and the⁠⁠ knights rushed to⁠‍ stop the Deathworm,‍‍​ they realized the⁠ boy had imprinted‌ his own sword.‍⁠

A sacrifice for the‍‌ sake of others.‌

It‌ related to the‍ Master of Swords’‌​‌ second discipline.

The⁠‌ boy, though just⁠​ a squire, had​ fulfilled his duties​‌ as well as⁠‌⁠ any knight here.‌‌

“A‍‌ good and brave‌ decision. Although, of‌‌⁠ course, it is‍ an act that‌⁠‍ will not go‍⁠ without praise.”

“…”‌‍

Once‌ Vlad’s behavior was‌​ pointed out, having⁠​‌ committed once without‍​​ thinking of the‌‍ aftermath, Rutiger rode​‌ alongside the boy⁠‍‌ and looked at‍⁠‍ the approaching rift.⁠​

“Do‌‌ you think you​⁠ can move?”

“What?”​​⁠

It‌ was a tough‌‍‌ request for a boy who had‍ barely managed to⁠ get on a horse, but Rutiger‍‍‌ knew he could‍⁠ do it.

Something‌ in the dark​⁠ eyes of the⁠‍ horse convinced him.​⁠⁠

“The‌⁠‍ pilgrims will only​​‌ be safe if⁠⁠ we deal with‌ that suspicious creature.‍ We have a fight on our​‍ hands.”

“But‍ that’s a Deathworm…”⁠

“I⁠ can do it.”‍‌

At⁠‍‌ that moment, Vlad⁠‌⁠ could see.

The⁠ remnants of flames​‍​ burning intensely in⁠‍ Rutiger’s eyes.

“You‌ have Dorothea’s imprint,‌​ and you ride‌‌ a good horse,⁠ so you should⁠‍ be able to‌⁠‍ lead it.”

Vlad⁠ could see what‌⁠​ Rutiger was trying​‍ to do.

He‍‍⁠ was going to⁠​ use Vlad as⁠ bait to deal⁠‌​ with the Deathworm‍‌ in one blow.‌‍

“Can⁠​‌ you do it?”‍

“Sure…”‌‍‍

Instead‍​‌ of answering, Vlad‌‍​ stroked the neck⁠ of the black⁠ horse.

He⁠‍ slightly turned his‍⁠​ head to look‍‌ at him, his‌‌⁠ eyes strangely trusting.​

I see.

You’re‌​‍ here to save‌⁠‍ someone too.

“I‌‌ can do it.”⁠‌

“Good.”‍

As‌⁠ soon as he⁠ heard Vlad’s confident‌ response, Rutiger quickly‌ raised a finger​ to indicate how​ to proceed.

“Turn​‍ around like this…⁠ and come towards​​ me.”

Vlad‌ nodded impatiently, but⁠ Rutiger’s eyes were‌‌‌ actually on the‌ horse he was‌‌ riding, not the‍‍‍ boy.

He‌​​ could almost see⁠‍ the black horse​ nodding to his‍‌​ fingers.

“Be​ careful.”

The‍‌⁠ boy and the​ horse nodded, and‍⁠ Rutiger and the​‌‍ knights moved away.⁠​

Kaaaaaah!​​‍

The‍‌⁠ Deathworm burrowed into​‌ the ground again,‌⁠⁠ chasing after the​‌ boy.

“Let’s⁠‍ go!”

On​‌​ his saddleless horse,⁠⁠‍ the boy gripped​​ the black horse’s‍ mane with his⁠⁠ thighs.

Heeeeeeeeeee.⁠

A cry like no‍‍ other.

Not‌ a pitiful cry‍​ for a dying‌ herd, but rather‌‌⁠ a determination to⁠⁠ end them.

With​ determination, the black​ azabache horse began‍‌⁠ to accelerate.

“Ugh!”‌

A different sensation of‌‍​ speed than now.‍

Now‌‌ with a speed​ that was almost‌‍ frightening, Vlad clung‌⁠​ to the neck‌‌ of the horse‍ and closed his‌ eyes.

The⁠⁠⁠ boy was a novice in riding.‌

[Lower⁠ the sword; you​⁠‌ must make your‍‍ presence known through‍‌ your vibrations to​‍‌ attract it.]

But⁠‌⁠ the boy was‌⁠​ a man on​​ a mission.

And​‌‍ on his own⁠​ will.

“…”‌‌​

It⁠​‌ was hard for‍‌ him to keep​⁠ his eyes open,⁠ but Vlad saw‍‍ Rutiger in the​​ distance, dismounting and‌ drawing his sword,‌ waiting for him.⁠‍‌

He​ had to do‌‌ it.

He‌‍​ had promised to‍​ do it.

“Ha!”​‍

The‌‌ sensation of speed​ for the first⁠ time in his⁠ life.

The​‌‌ dizzying hoof of​‌‍ the horse hitting‌ the ground.

Although⁠‍‌ everything was new‍‍⁠ to him, Vlad‌ stretched the sword⁠​ towards the ground​ to give his​ best.

“One​ more… more!”

Considering​​⁠ the boy’s position,⁠ almost lying sideways,​⁠ the horse balanced‌‍ him in place.‌​

Looking⁠‌‍ at the rift‍ behind him, Vlad‍​ lowered his sword⁠⁠ to the ground.⁠

Kagang-‍ Kagang- Kagang

Sparks‌ flew from the‌‌ sword, generated by‍ the heat of⁠ friction between the‍‍‌ steel and the​ earth.

“Behold,​‍⁠ I am here!”‌​‍

The⁠⁠‌ boy’s world faintly‍​‍ filtered through those​ sparks.

Dorothea’s‌‍ imprint, carrier of‍ Aura, began to​⁠ spread vibrations through‍‌‌ the subsurface via⁠​​ the sword.

Deep.‍

So⁠ deep that it‍ was impossible not​‌​ to bite into‍​⁠ it.

Kaaaaaaaah-!‍⁠

The⁠‌ ground cracked open‌​‌ with the rift.‌​​

A giant Deathworm emerged​​‌ from below, chasing​⁠​ after the boy‍‌ once again.

“This⁠‌ way!”

But​​‍ the boy was‍ not alone now.​

A single star shone‌​ in the moonless⁠ night.

The​ shadow of a fallen dragon ran​⁠ after him.

The​​ boy shouted with‍‌ all his might‍‍ at the irrational‍​‍ and enormous worm.‍‍​

that​‍​ he was here.​‌‌

Kaaaaaaaah!⁠⁠

“Kaaaaaaaaah!”​

The​‌‌ remnants of the⁠​⁠ dragon roared loudly,​ as if tearing‍​​ through the prairie.‌

In‌ response to his‍‌ presence, the boy‌ also shouted loudly.⁠

Two​ worlds with no⁠ hint of concession.‍​

All‌ worlds are worthy⁠ of existence, but‍ if they are​ destined to collide,‌ only the brightest‍⁠ will survive.

Look,‌‌ boy, the dragon​‍‌ is chasing you.‌‌

Towards‍ you, who are⁠⁠‍ shining.

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