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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 61: Town of Niebla (3)

Chapter 61: Town of Niebla (3)

The‍‍ woman wore an‍​‌ old tunic, but‍ her sword contained‍⁠ divine power.

A boy who looks‌​‍ like a mercenary​⁠ but already has​‍‍ his own world.‌​‌

Both⁠ realized that their⁠‍ origins were not⁠‍‍ common, but their‌‌‍ swords were already‌ intertwined.

The⁠⁠ sword was fast,‌⁠‌ but the words‍‌‌ were slow.

Opting​​ for a simple‌​‌ gesture with the‌‌‌ sword could allow​‍⁠ him to overpower​⁠ his opponent, but⁠‌‌ explaining the current‌ situation would require‌⁠ time.

“…”⁠‍​

The​​ woman with green‌⁠‌ eyes didn’t want⁠ to argue about‍‌ a clear approach.​

It⁠‌⁠ would be much‌‌‍ safer that way.‌

[React!]⁠​

The‍ woman, who seemed‍‍‌ to have decided⁠​ to subdue him,‍ ran towards Vlad‍⁠​ before he could‌ react.

Her‌‍ voice ordered the‍​​ boy to comply‍ as if it⁠ were impossible to​ resist.

Events‍ unfolded, and now​⁠ there was no‌‌ turning back.

“Tsk!”⁠‌

Vlad​ resignedly accepted her⁠⁠ attack.

Preferring‌‍​ to think that​‍ at least it‍‍​ would end well.⁠​‍ The presence of⁠ a paladin, something‍⁠ he had never‍‌ encountered before, intrigued⁠ him.

Kwang!⁠‌‌

Vlad’s​ world clashed down⁠​ his sword filled‌​ with God’s will.‌

When​⁠ the worlds met‍⁠‍ and sparks flew,⁠‍ at the same‍ time, Vlad’s world​ shook like a candle being extinguished.​‍

‘It’s‌‍ too heavy!’

Facing​⁠⁠ a paladin’s sword​‍ for the first​​ time, Vlad was​‌‌ greatly surprised.

Although‌⁠​ his sword also⁠⁠ had weight and​ speed, they were‍‌ insufficient to cause‍‍ the same impact,‍ and she had​‍ a power comparable⁠‌‍ to Jager’s.

It‌​‌ was an incomprehensible​ result.

[That’s​‌⁠ a blessing. It’s‌⁠ evidence that the‌‌‌ world is aiding​ her.]

‘…How‍​ is that?’

By​‍⁠ merely following God’s⁠ will, she received‍ greater power than⁠‍⁠ her original ability.⁠

Thinking⁠‌ that the world⁠‌ was unfair once​‌‌ again, Vlad closed​ his left eye‍‌‌ once more.

The‍ sword began to​​ slowly burn along⁠⁠ with the boy’s‌‍ determination.

Although⁠ his power was‌ weak compared to‍‍ the divine power‌‍‍ emanating from the‍​​ unknown paladin, Vlad​⁠ was proud to‌ have built his‌ own world with‌ his own strength.⁠⁠

Because‍ it was something‌ no one else‍⁠ could take away‌ from him.

‘I‍⁠​ see.’

Vlad,​ who was already‍​‌ quite accustomed to⁠‍ battle thanks to‌‍ his encounters with‍⁠ Jager, saw that⁠‌ the woman in​ front of him‍‌‍ was full of‍‌‍ openings.

“I⁠ can finish this.”‌​

The‍‍‍ key to delivering⁠‍⁠ a lethal blow​ lies in controlling​‍​ the battlefield.

If​‍ he can guide‍‌​ the opponent’s movements,‌​ he can lay‍‍​ the groundwork for‌⁠ victory.

With‍ his determination strengthened,‌ Vlad lunged forward⁠‌ with explosive movements.‌‌

Vlad,‌​⁠ aiming for the‍ shoulder, held his‍ breath as he​ prepared for the‍ reaction to come.⁠‍

“What?”​

However,⁠ the movements of​‌‍ the woman facing‍‍⁠ him were not​⁠ defensive as he​⁠‍ had anticipated, but‌‌ purely offensive.

The​​‍ paladin who received‌‌ the will of​‌ the gods simply‌‍⁠ advanced without paying⁠​‍ heed to the⁠ parts the young‌​ man was trying​ to tear apart.‌

“…!”⁠⁠‍

Vlad​ didn’t want to‌​ inflict great harm⁠ now that he​​ knew she was⁠ a paladin. But‌ her fighting style⁠​⁠ was too extreme,⁠ and in this​‌‍ situation, retreating first‌​ would only result‍​⁠ in great losses.​⁠

Thwack!​

Vlad‌‍‌ had no choice⁠‍ but to swing‌ his sword against​​‌ the paladin, but⁠ her plate armor⁠‍ hidden under her​ tunic subtly deflected⁠​⁠ Vlad’s sword tip.‌⁠

It​‌⁠ was a spell‍​ of armor boasted⁠⁠‍ by the Holy‍⁠ Knights.

“…!”⁠⁠

The‍ missed strike was‍⁠‌ the beginning of​​‌ Vlad’s balance collapse.⁠⁠

At​‌‌ that moment, the⁠‌ woman’s green eyes‌​ gleamed as she‍⁠ kicked Vlad’s ankle⁠ strongly.

Spin-‌‌​

The​ world was spinning.‌⁠‍

‘What‌⁠⁠ is this?’

Although​​⁠ he felt empty​​‌ as he fell,‌ Vlad kept remembering‍ the way the⁠​​ woman had moved‍‌‌ a moment before‍‍ even amid his‌​⁠ confusion.

From⁠ the inexplicable concept‍​ of a blessing‍⁠​ to handling armor​ he had never‌⁠​ seen before.

Because⁠​‌ it was unknown‍‍⁠ and intense, it‌ was a scene​ not easily forgotten‍ even in the‍‌‌ moment of defeat.⁠

Kwang!‍

And⁠​ as that brief‌⁠ moment of meditation⁠‌ ended, Vlad slammed​⁠‌ heavily into the‌⁠ ground.

“Kuh!”‌‌⁠

Soon,‍‍⁠ Vlad felt the⁠ cold sensation of‌‌‌ the sword on‌ his neck as‍⁠ he lay on​‌ the ground.

“Who​ the hell are‍‌ you.”

Vlad⁠‍⁠ lifted his head⁠ and met the‍​ gaze of an​ unknown paladin.

The‍​‍ eyes were the‍‍⁠ same color as‍​ Lady Oksana’s, but​​​ the temperature was‌ different.

With⁠​‍ a despondent smile‌ on her face,‌ Vlad realized that‌⁠ the woman had‍​ deliberately left openings.⁠

“I…​ come from Soara.​ I had things​ to investigate here.”‌‌

The⁠‍‍ key to mastering‍‍‍ a lethal blow‌​ lies in controlling​ the battlefield. However,‌‍ the person who‍ controlled the battlefield⁠ in the previous‍⁠‌ confrontation was not​‌ the boy, but⁠ an unknown paladin.​‍​

A new goal, a new skill.

Today,‍⁠‌ the boy who​‌⁠ had glimpsed another⁠ world raised his⁠ hands and admitted​ defeat.

Etching⁠ another color that​ was like a wound in his‍ own world.

***‍

In⁠‌‌ an inn where​‍​ the only guests​ were a group,‍ there were knights​‍ facing each other⁠​⁠ across a table.⁠

Vlad,‍⁠ watching them from‍​​ the other side​⁠‍ of the brazier,​ took a sip‍​​ from the glass‌⁠‍ of water he⁠ held.

The‌⁠ taste lingering in⁠ his throat had​‌‌ a bitter aftertaste,‍⁠‌ perhaps because the‌​ situation had turned⁠‌‍ into a defeat‌‌ for him.

“It⁠‍ must be the‌​ will of heaven‍ that I can⁠⁠​ meet the knights‍​ of Soara here.”​

“I⁠ agree, Lady Justia.”‍‌

Knights​⁠ gathered in a village surrounded by​​ suspicious mist.

Although​ they bore different​‍ orders on their‍ shoulders, they had‌ clearly followed unusual​‌ signs.

“I⁠ was investigating the‍‌⁠ strange incidents where⁠‌ children were dying​‌⁠ nearby. At first,‌‍ I thought it​​‍ might be a contagious disease.”

The​⁠⁠ woman Vlad had‍ been secretly following​‍ turned out to⁠‍ be a paladin‍​‍ sent by the​ church.

To‌ be exact, one⁠ of the staff⁠⁠‌ members sent from⁠‌ the Northern Archdiocese‌ of San Rogino.‌⁠

The‌‌ church had already‌‍‍ become aware of​​⁠ the problems occurring​⁠​ in Baron Utman’s⁠​ territory.

“A⁠​‌ curse. We found‍ traces of something⁠​ ancient.”

“That’s‍‍ right.”

As⁠ Justia spoke, Gregory⁠ began to stroke​​​ his beard, lost​ in thought.

Though⁠ he had anticipated​⁠⁠ it, her presence‍​‍ was taking things‍ beyond his authority‌⁠‍ and capability.

“But⁠⁠​ there’s a church​⁠⁠ here too, right?”‌⁠

It⁠ was a question⁠⁠ I barely posed​ after worrying if​ it might be⁠‍ rude, but the​‍⁠ response I got​‌ was a chilly‌ one.

“We‌ believe the church​ here is the‍‌​ focus of the‌​ curse.”

“Well…”⁠​

Watching‌ as the knights⁠⁠⁠ who followed the​ will of the‌⁠‍ gods pointed to​ the church as‍ the culprit, Gregory‌‍​ decided to hold⁠​ his tongue.

The‌‍‌ situation was graver‍‍⁠ than he had‍‌⁠ thought, and this​‍‌ was not his‍ territory.

“Please​​ convey my thanks⁠‍‌ to the new‍‌ mayor of Soara‌​ for his admirable‍ attitude in trying‌⁠ to prepare for‍⁠ what we did‌⁠‍ not know.”

Though⁠⁠‍ they turned to​​​ speak, in the​ end, Justia’s words​⁠ were nothing more‌‍⁠ than a request⁠‌‌ for Gregory to‍ cease his approach.‍

This​‍‍ was not the⁠​‍ territory of Bayezid,‍⁠​ and matters related​‌ to black magic⁠⁠⁠ were the responsibility‌‌‌ of the church.‍‍ As knights of​ Soara in an​ ambiguous position, they‍ no longer had‍‌⁠ justification to proceed.‌

“Understood.”‍

With‍​ this conversation, a clear line was‍​​ drawn.

The‍‌ investigation ended here.⁠‍‍ They had confirmed‍ the issues in‍⁠ Baron Utman’s Barony‌ and obtained testimony‍⁠⁠ from a paladin⁠ of San Rogino.‌

Though‍​ they hadn’t found‍⁠‍ the missing women,‌​‍ further investigation would‍ be a burden‍ for Joseph.

Because⁠ this was not⁠ their territory.

Faced​‍⁠ with the weight​​ of authority and‍‌ responsibility, the knights​⁠‌ decided to step​‌​ back.

With⁠ bitterness rising from⁠ within, Vlad struck‌ his glass he‍​‌ held uselessly.

It‍ seemed they wouldn’t​ find Anna in‌​ the end.

Vlad​‌ remained silent, thinking​‍‍ of the woman‌ smiling at him‍ pityingly.

***‍‍

Justia‍‍‌ mentioned that she‌ had already requested‌ support from the‍‌ church.

Since⁠ it was expected‍‍​ that other knights‍ would arrive within‍‌⁠ a maximum of​‍‍ three days, Gregory‌​ decided to stay‍ with Justia until‍‌⁠ then.

Perhaps​​‌ that was the​ best outcome Gregory‍ could have chosen.​​⁠

“Should‍‌​ we leave now?”​⁠

“Yes.”⁠⁠

As‌​ Vlad looked at‍‌‍ the empty square​⁠ from the quiet​‌⁠ inn, he was​‍‌ talking to a girl.

“Why⁠‌ are you leaving⁠​⁠ so soon?”

“I’ve‍​ already finished my​⁠ work.”

“…There‍⁠ is no end‌⁠‌ in this world.”​⁠

Although‌⁠ the girl didn’t‌​‍ intend to be​⁠​ malicious, her words‌⁠ seemed piercing to‌ Vlad, who coughed‌⁠ nervously.

“Don’t⁠⁠ you have any​ friends? Why have⁠⁠‌ you been here‍⁠‍ all this time?”​

“Daddy‌‌ told me not⁠⁠ to go out.”⁠‌

Upon‌⁠ hearing this, Vlad‍​ cautiously turned his‍⁠ head to the⁠ counter, where the​​‍ innkeeper was watching‌​ him suspiciously.

“Stay​​ a little longer.​​‌ He said if⁠​ we waited a little longer, the⁠ church would give‌​⁠ us a gift.”‍‍

“…What?”​​‍

The‍ chance words of‌​​ the girl made‍ Vlad uncomfortable.

When​ Vlad looked at​‌ the innkeeper with‌ a disbelieving look,‌​​ his daughter intervened‍​ to explain what‍ she had said.‌​‌

“He⁠​ said the church‍​ would soon gather​‍ the children for‍‌‌ a special blessing.​ It’s something parents⁠​‌ of children like⁠⁠‍ me should be⁠‍⁠ thankful for in‌‍ such dark times.”​⁠

“…And⁠ when will that⁠‍ be?”

“I’m​⁠‌ not sure. I don’t remember well.”​​‍

The‌⁠ innkeeper scratched his​​ head as if⁠‌ he really couldn’t‍​ remember.

“I⁠⁠ think he said‍‍​ in three days,‍ or maybe four.⁠ Anyway, the priest⁠‍⁠ will take care​⁠⁠ of gathering the‌⁠‍ children.”

Ignoring​ the innkeeper’s praise‌ for the priest,‌​⁠ Vlad looked at‌​ the girl beside‌‌ him.

A wooden necklace carved​ with the symbol⁠‍ of the church.‌⁠

Although‍⁠ it was carved‍⁠ correctly, the way​ it was tied⁠‍ left much to​⁠ be desired, making⁠⁠⁠ the necklace seem⁠‍​ imperfect. Vlad’s gaze⁠ darkened at seeing‍​ this.

“Are‌‍​ you going to⁠​ stay until then?”‍‌

As‌‌⁠ he looked at‍ the girl, who‍⁠ carried an ominous⁠‌⁠ symbol while sending⁠⁠ an innocent glance,‍​ Vlad was momentarily​⁠ speechless.

The‍​​ girl wouldn’t know​‌‌ anything.

That’s⁠ why the girl‌‍⁠ hadn’t done anything​⁠ wrong.

God⁠‌ would understand it‌ too.

“Maybe​‌ I should stay⁠​ until then.”

“Hmph!”​‌

Before⁠‍ Vlad could finish⁠ his response, the‍⁠ girl quickly handed‍​ him something she‌ was holding in⁠‌ her hand.

She⁠‍⁠ probably seized the⁠‍​ opportunity while they‍ were talking.

“What‌ is this?”

“A⁠​ flower ring.”

“But‌​ there are no⁠​‌ flowers, how can‌​​ it be a flower ring?”

As​​‌ Vlad said, it‍​ was a flower​ ring filled only⁠​ with green stems.​⁠‍

Unable⁠​‌ to go outside,​‌‌ she had made‌​‍ the ring with‍ vines hanging on‍​‌ the wall.

Although‍ she should have‍ been outside playing⁠‌​ and picking flowers,‌‌⁠ reality didn’t allow​​ her to do​ so.

“So,⁠ are we going‌ to go out‌ for a bit…?”‌

“Marian.”⁠​‍

The​‍⁠ innkeeper, who had​​ been silently listening‌​⁠ to the conversation‌ between Vlad and⁠ the girl, spoke.​‍

“Now‌‍‌ go up. It’s​​‍ bedtime.”

“But…”‍

Faced⁠​ with the innkeeper’s⁠⁠ firm gaze, the​ girl got up⁠​​ from Vlad’s side⁠⁠ with a somber‍ expression.

For‌⁠‌ a girl who⁠⁠ had been alone​ all day, the‌ conversation with Vlad​‌ was probably a pleasure she had⁠ missed a lot.⁠

“Are⁠⁠‍ you really going‌‌‍ to be here‌​ tomorrow too?”

“Probably.”‍‍⁠

Then,‌‌ the girl followed⁠ the owner back‍⁠‍ to her room,‌ waving her little⁠ hand and saying:‌​⁠

“See⁠⁠ you tomorrow.”

Vlad‌‌ also waved his​‌ hand as he‌ watched her go.‍‍

“…”‌‍

Vlad‌​ silently looked at​⁠ the flower ring​ the girl had⁠‌‍ given him on⁠‍‌ the first floor,‌ where there was‌⁠ no one around.⁠⁠‌

The⁠‌ damp reality enveloped‌​ everything and did⁠‍ not even allow‌‌ a small flower​⁠‌ for the girl.​‍

As‌⁠ Vlad was lost‍ in thought, staring⁠⁠ at the fog​⁠⁠ surrounding the outside,‌ the curse on‌ the girl’s neck,⁠ and the flowerless​​ flower ring she‌‌‍ had given him.⁠‍‍

“Marian!‍‍ Marian!”

“······!”​

Vlad​ silently looked at⁠ the flower ring⁠‍ the girl had⁠‌ given him on⁠ the first floor,‍‍⁠ where there was‌‌ no one around.‍

“What’s‌‌ going on?”

“What’s‌‍ happening!”

The​‌ people on the‌‍ second floor were​ startled by the‍​⁠ sound and rushed‍‍​ downstairs.

Vlad,‌ who was sitting⁠‍ alone on the‍ first floor, cursed⁠ a word and​‌⁠ quickly ran to‌​ the room where​​ the innkeeper and‌​​ the girl had‍​‍ just disappeared.

“Damn‌‌⁠ it!”

With⁠⁠ the recent cry⁠ for help, Vlad‌‍⁠ quickly rushed inside,​​ where the innkeeper⁠​​ and the girl‍ were.

“No!‌‌⁠ Marian!”

Upon‌​ bursting open the​​‌ door, he saw‌ the girl lying⁠‍⁠ pale-faced.

The​ girl was crying‌ as the innkeeper‌‌ hugged her, and‍‌ foam bubbled at‌‍ her mouth.

[It​ seems that a curse has been⁠‍​ activated. They seem‍ to have noticed‌⁠‌ us.]

Indeed,​ just as Justia‌‍ and the knights‌ from Soara noticed⁠⁠ the peculiarities of​ this place, the‌‌​ opposing side also‍‍ noticed the presence‌ of the knights.‍⁠‌

This‌ village was practically‍ in their hands.​

They‍​​ seemed to have​‍⁠ decided to take‌⁠​ the first step​​‌ instead of waiting⁠⁠‌ silently.

[I‍ will lend you‍‌ my world.]

Perhaps‌ it may not‍⁠ be possible to‌‌ solve the problem⁠ by looking at⁠‍ it, but at‌‍ least the voice⁠ tried to make‍​‍ the boy understand⁠‌​ the situation.

“….”​

A father crying and⁠‌ a girl struggling‌‌⁠ to breathe. And​ knights who couldn’t‌​ move easily.

Meanwhile,​ Vlad opened the⁠​‍ world of the‌ voice and looked‍ at the girl⁠‍ crying in pain.‍‌‌

A world of voices​⁠‌ tinged with colors.‌‍

What⁠ was seen there⁠⁠ was a black⁠‍⁠ hand mercilessly twisting​ the girl’s neck‌‌‌ and a thin​​ line of smoke⁠⁠ coming out of​⁠ the girl’s mouth.​‍‌

[It‍‍​ seems to be​ a curse in‍ the form of‍ life force drain.]‍

The‍ smoke came out‍​‍ of the suffocating‌‌​ girl and pierced‍ through the inn’s‍⁠ window.

It​‍‌ was in the‌⁠ direction where the⁠‍ church was.

[The‌ curse has been⁠‌ activated. It seems⁠⁠ they have noticed‌ my presence.]

“Miss‍‍ Justia.”

Justia,​ who was calmly⁠ observing the scene,​​​ hoped it would‌​ be of some‌​ help, so she⁠​​ secured the girl’s‍ airways and without​ hesitation, put on‌‌ the tunic she‍​‌ was holding.

She‍ would know very​​​ well.

To​ resolve the current‍ situation, they would‍‌ have to eliminate⁠‌⁠ the culprit.

“If‍ I don’t return,‍⁠‍ please explain the‌‍ situation to my⁠ colleagues who will​ arrive later.”

“······.”⁠​

Gregory,⁠ who was standing‌ beside her, just​‌ bit his lips‌‍‌ without saying anything.‌‌

The‌⁠​ knights leaving following‍​ God’s will and⁠ those staying bound⁠ by the weight‍⁠ of authority and‌ responsibility.

Although​⁠ they saw the​​‌ same thing, the⁠ decisions made by‍⁠‍ the two worlds​⁠ were different.

Vlad⁠ looked at Justia’s⁠ back disappearing into​⁠‍ the fog without‌⁠ hesitation, and unknowingly,⁠‌‌ followed her out​ of the inn.​

“…‌⁠ Try to breathe.”​

“Something’s‌ wrong with the‌ girl!”

“No!​ No!”

In⁠‍ the square, where​​‍ the boy had‌ followed her without⁠‌ thinking.

One⁠‍ by one, the​​ lights were turned⁠⁠ on in the‌​‌ houses beyond the​⁠ fog, and with⁠⁠ them spread the⁠ miserable cries of‍‍‌ the parents.

The‍‌⁠ empty square was⁠‍ filled only with⁠ weeping.

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