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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 62: Heavenward (1)

Chapter 62: Heavenward (1)

Justia⁠⁠⁠ walked into the​​‌ dense fog.

The‍ boy, standing as⁠ if nailed in‌ place and watching​ her back, thought.⁠

My‍ desire to leave​ the alley was​‌ not simply to⁠‍⁠ survive.

The‌ reason I looked⁠ at the old⁠ blacksmith’s sword was⁠⁠ not just because​ I admired it.‌‍

It‌‍ was to move​‌ forward.

“You​​⁠ will definitely become⁠​‌ a knight.”

He⁠‍ couldn’t be content​ with just living.⁠‍⁠

To‍‌ find the meaning‌⁠ of life, he​‌ had to harbor‌‌ something in his‍‌⁠ heart.

“So‍‌‍ you have to⁠​⁠ understand. Our sword⁠ needs justification and‍‍​ responsibility.”

Gregory‌ pulled the young‌‍ man’s collar, who‍‌ wanted to run​‌ away, and told‍⁠‌ him with a serious look.

“From‍ now on, do‌⁠ as I say.”⁠‍‍

“What‍‍ should I do?”‍‌‍

Gregory‍‌‍ hesitated for a moment at the⁠‌ boy’s question.

Perhaps‍⁠ it was too‍​ soon.

But‌‍ maybe now, being‌⁠ a little early,‌‌​ it was even​​ more necessary.

“This⁠⁠‍ is the only​​ cause we can​ rely on right‌‌ now.”

While⁠‌⁠ listening to the​‍⁠ whispers of children.‍​⁠

While‌ listening to the‌ sounds of crying​ parents.

In⁠‌​ a small fog-filled‌⁠ square, there was⁠⁠ an ancient rule‌ quoted by a knight with a thick beard.

It⁠ was a rule​‍ created by the‍​‍ man who was‌ the greatest of‍ swordsmen and knights.​

The‌⁠ old and strong⁠ discipline was setting‍‌ another pillar in⁠ the boy’s world.​

***⁠​‍

A church made of‍‍‍ gray stones.

Justia’s⁠​ green eyes gazed‍‍ at the bell⁠‌ tower rising above‌‍ the church.

The‌‍ children’s breaths headed‌ towards the highest‌‍​ place of the‌ church.

“Open⁠‍‍ the door! This‍ is not a place for you​‌‍ to live!”

Despite⁠‍ her call, the​‌‌ church door remained⁠⁠ firmly closed.

But‌​‌ it didn’t matter.‌

Even⁠⁠ though it was‍ enveloped in dark⁠​ energy, the church‌ before her eyes‍ was built upon‌ the earth created​‌ by God.

Like​⁠ someone living in⁠‌ their own home,‌ she had the‌‌‍ right to have‍​ confidence in any‌​ place.

Kwaah-!‌⁠⁠

A blow imbued with⁠ the will of⁠​ God broke the⁠‌‌ wooden door of‌​​ the church, which‌ didn’t respond.

Inside​⁠ the dark church.⁠

When‍⁠​ Justia entered the‌​‌ dark church, all⁠‌‌ she could see⁠ were red patterns‌ painted everywhere.

“…”‍‍⁠

They⁠‍‌ were traces of⁠​‌ a terrible blasphemy.⁠‍

“You​ arrived faster than‍ I thought.”

In‍​ the deepest part⁠​ of the prayer‍ room, at the​‌ altar that should‌‍⁠ be closer to‍‌‌ God, stood a priest holding a heavy Bible.

Justia‍‌‌ raised her sword‍‌ when she saw⁠‌‍ the repugnant man‍‍⁠ dressed in priestly‍‌‌ robes and sucking‌⁠ the breath of⁠⁠‍ the children.

“Why‌ did you come‍⁠ alone? Can’t we‍‌ pray for the‍‌ people here with‍ just you and​​‍ the knight?”

“······.”‍​

Faced​‍​ with the priest’s​⁠‌ mocking laughter, Justia​⁠ quickly turned her‌‍ head to scan​ the sanctuary.

There​​‍ was no one⁠‌ and no presence​ felt, but the⁠ man in front⁠‍​ of her had⁠‌ said there were‍​ people here.

In⁠⁠⁠ the strange air‌ filling the church,‍ just as Justia⁠ narrowed her eyes.‍‌

Kwaaaa-!‌​​

From‍‍ beneath the floor‌ Justia stood on,⁠​‍ deep groans could​⁠‍ be heard.

It⁠‍‍ wasn’t just one,⁠‌ but many.

All‌ were shedding black‍ tears of misery.‍‍‍

Dang-‌‌ Dang- Dang-

The‍‍ church bells were⁠​​ ringing.

They‍‌ were the bells‍⁠​ announcing the time‍​ of service.

“They‍ were hidden underground.”‍⁠‍

Although‍‍ the situation was​‌ urgent, Justia responded‌⁠ calmly.

She⁠​ was prepared and‍ expecting this.

The⁠ only thing she‍ lacked was time⁠​‍ to rest a few days.

However,⁠‍ Justia knew that⁠⁠‌ the will of‍ God was a narrow gate and‌ it would require⁠‍‍ much suffering and‌​​ patience to pass​ through it.

“Please,‌ listen to my⁠‍ prayer.”

Justia‍​‌ quickly illuminated the‍​ dark church with⁠ her sword and‍‌ focused on the​‍ sounds she heard.​​

It⁠‌ wasn’t just one,‌‌ but many.

It​⁠‌ wasn’t something heavy,‌⁠ but something light.​‌

It‍ was like the​⁠‌ sound of someone​ running barefoot on‌‍‍ the cold stone⁠ pavement.

Tang-!‌

Finally,​‍ the sounds that​ emerged abruptly opened‌ the door hiding‌ the basement, and‌‍‍ black hands began‍‌ to reach out⁠‌‍ from there.

“Son…‌ my child.”

“It’s⁠​‌ too dark…”

“I‍ can’t see anything!”⁠‌‌

Women​‌ shedding dark tears.⁠⁠⁠

Where⁠‌ they should have‍‌⁠ had eyes, there‍ was only a dark void.

They⁠​ were struggling in‍‌‍ the darkness.

“…!”​⁠‍

It‍⁠​ became difficult for‍ Justia to maintain‍‍ her composure any⁠‍ longer upon seeing‌​ such a cruel‌‍‌ scene that she‍ couldn’t bear to​⁠⁠ witness with her​⁠ own eyes.

The​‍ most dreadful thing​ that surpassed the‍​ women’s crying was​‍‌ their bellies stained⁠‍‌ with blood.

“How…⁠‍‌ how can they​‌ do this…?”

It’s​⁠ always said that‍⁠ the world is⁠ harsh on the‌‍​ weak, but the⁠‍​ current situation had​⁠‌ long crossed that⁠‌ line.

You​ can’t reach this‍​​ situation just because‍ something went wrong.‌​

Only‍‍ those who have‍ crossed the line⁠ can do it.‌

“Aren’t‌​ you afraid of⁠ God?”

“I‌ am afraid of⁠ God…”

The‍⁠ man who always⁠‍‍ seemed to smile⁠‍​ in the face‌ of Justia’s anger⁠ slowly began to​ become expressionless.

It​⁠ was a very​‍‍ natural change, as‌ if it had‍⁠ always been that​​ way.

“He⁠ is indeed fearsome,‍ but to me,​‌⁠ He is not‌‍⁠ someone of great‌ concern.”

As‍‍‌ if there was​ no longer a need to hide⁠ it, the man⁠ dropped the Bible​⁠ he was holding‌⁠‍ and said.

To‌​‌ the feet of‍ those who are‌​‌ free from death.‍

“Because‍‌ I no longer‍​ have to return⁠‌‍ to His arms.”​

“…!”‌‌​

Justia’s⁠ eyes trembled as‌ she watched the‌​ scene.

Seeing‍‍‌ the person who‍​​ insulted her world,‌⁠ Justia unleashed her​ fury and shouted⁠ aloud.

“Venerable​ commander of the‌ heavenly army, Saint​‍ Rogino, who stands⁠​‍ by God!”

Justia⁠​ shouted furiously, calling​ upon the name⁠ of the saint‍​ who shone in​​⁠ the church’s history.​

Light‌⁠⁠ began to emanate⁠ from her sword.‌‍‌

“Come​ and rescue the‌ miserable souls from⁠⁠‌ the oppression of‍​⁠ evil!”

The‌ women reached out⁠​‍ their stained hands‍⁠ into the darkness,‌ searching for something.‌⁠‌

They⁠‌​ were women who‌‌ had been sacrificed​ and taken by‍⁠‍ someone.

As‍⁠‌ Justia, unable to​​​ take all their‍⁠ hands, tried to‌ open a path‍‌‌ of light even⁠‌⁠ in the darkness.‍⁠‍

“I​​ will pay the⁠‌ price!”

The‌ only torch shining⁠ in the darkness‍⁠ began to burn⁠‍ brighter and emit​ a stronger light.​‌

It​​ was a light‍‍‍ that could be‍ seen even without⁠⁠ eyes and found‌‌⁠ even in darkness.‌

A miracle that only⁠⁠ a paladin receiving⁠​ sacred will could‌​‌ perform was cast‍‍⁠ upon the filthy​ church.

“You‍ were more impressive​ than I expected.”‍‍⁠

The⁠ false priest momentarily‍‌ turned his head‍ at the intense⁠ light that burned​⁠​ him.

It‌‍​ was a wave‍⁠​ of light with‍ no physical power,⁠ but the column‍‍ of light created‌‍ by Justia’s firm⁠⁠ will was violently‍‍ shaking the filthy‌‌ church.

Ahhh-!‍⁠‍

The‍‍ warm and glorious⁠⁠ light descending from​ heaven was erasing​‌ the sadness and​ resentment of the‌​ women shedding dark‌ tears.

They⁠‍ were being returned‍‌‌ to where they⁠ belonged.

“Hehehehe!”‍

However,​‍ even to the‌‍ light burning with​ pure intentions, the​ false priest only​ laughed.

“No‌ matter how bright⁠ the torch, it⁠ has its limits​‍ when alone.”

Although‍​​ he was a man whose fingers⁠⁠‌ were being burned⁠ by the gradually⁠ expanding column of‌‌ light, he knew⁠‍‍ there was an​ end, so he‌​​ could laugh.

His‌​⁠ ability to perform⁠‌‌ a solemn exorcism‌ without any preparation​ was commendable, but‍⁠ in the end,​‌ it was alone.​​​

More‍‍ torches would be⁠ needed to fully​ illuminate the current‍ darkness.

“…”⁠⁠

As​ the false priest⁠‍​ said, a drop‌ of sweat began​ to form on‌ Justia’s forehead as⁠⁠ she closed her‍‌‍ eyes and prayed⁠​ to God.

It‍ was a backlash‍‍ spell and a miracle that required​​⁠ her own life​‍​ as payment.

This‌ world was filled​⁠ with God’s will,​ but He was​ far away in⁠‍‍ the sky.

As⁠ the cries of‍‌ the miserable women‌‍ diminished, Justia’s majestic⁠⁠⁠ light performing the‍‌‍ exorcism also began⁠ to slowly extinguish.‍

Watching‌ that, the false⁠⁠ priest drew a dark sword from‌ his shadow.

It‍​ was a sword⁠​ of such dark​‍⁠ color that it‌‌⁠ seemed like it⁠ would absorb you​ just by looking⁠​‍ at it.

“…”​​‌

Justia⁠‌⁠ strengthened her determination​‌ when she saw‌‌‌ the man slowly‌​ approaching her with‌‌ a sword.

As​ a paladin who​‌ always had to​⁠‍ assume the worst,⁠⁠ she had at⁠‌‍ least prepared a final plan to‌⁠ defeat the man⁠ before her.

Paladins⁠‍⁠ were those who‌⁠‌ prepared for this⁠⁠‌ moment.

“I⁠⁠ wish for your‌⁠ church to defeat⁠​ all enemies.”

This‍ time, Justia attempted​⁠ to recite a prayer to invoke‍​‍ the glorious flame‌‌​ of God with⁠‍ her own body‍⁠ instead of her⁠⁠‌ sword.

Every⁠‍ time her lips⁠⁠ parted, her green⁠ eyes trembled violently.⁠⁠‌

Just‌⁠ as Justia was‌ preparing her final​ act of resistance.⁠

Boom!​⁠

A deafening noise came​‍ from behind.

The‍‌⁠ church door, which‍‍⁠ had already been​‌‍ destroyed by Justia,‍ was collapsing again‌⁠ violently.

“Push!”⁠⁠⁠

“Goethe!​ It’s time for‍ you to leave!”​‌

There​​ were men breaking‍⁠⁠ through with wild⁠‌ shouts.

With⁠​ a carriage blazing‍​​ bright red.

“······!”​‌

In‌⁠‌ an instant, all‌‍​ eyes turned towards⁠ them.

Even​‌ the blind women.⁠⁠‍

A new torch burst​ into the church,‍​ which was gradually​ being covered in​ darkness.

“Now,‌‌‍ get out of‍‍​ the way!”

When‌​ Gregory signaled, two​​ men pushing the‌⁠ blazing carriages stepped​ aside.

“Huh!”​

Gregory,​‌ upon confirming that​ Justia was swiftly‍⁠​ moving to the‌​ side, pushed the⁠ man in front⁠​ of him as‌‍‍ if he were‌ launching a cart.‌⁠

“What‍⁠ the hell!”

The‍​ false priest, upon‌‌ seeing the unimaginable‌ scene, struck the‌ carriage with the​ sword he held.‌‍⁠

It​ was an impulse⁠‌ without thinking about​‍ the consequences.

Boom!‍

The‌⁠ carriage exploded with‌‍​ a small blast,​‌ and sparks flew‌ in all directions.‍

Every⁠ part of the‌⁠⁠ church was engulfed⁠‍​ in flames, and​‌ the flames Gregory‌ had intended to‍​⁠ start began spreading​ in a space‍‌ filled with darkness.‌⁠‍

There‌ is light here.​⁠

“Now!”⁠

In​​ a resounding move,‍​‍ a boy walked‍‍ among the flaming⁠‍‌ debris towards the‌​‌ priest.

[Suppress‌ the impulse!]

“Aaaaah!”​

An⁠‍⁠ impressive entrance, one​‌⁠ of the venerable⁠ traditions of the⁠‌‍ knights.

Vlad,​⁠ with one eye‍ closed, stood there,​ revealing his own‌⁠‌ world.

The⁠ tip of his‌​⁠ sword shone more​‌‍ brightly than ever.​

Kwaaaaang!‌

Two‍​‌ swords clashed with​​ a thunderous noise​ as loud as⁠‌ when the carriage‍‌​ exploded.

Within​ the spreading flames,‌‌‌ two men faced​⁠‍ each other with‍ swords.

“Daring‍⁠ to touch the‌ children is crossing‍​‌ the line. Damn‌⁠ you!”

“…So‌‍⁠ it is.”

The⁠ false priest, seeing⁠​ the boy’s growling‍‌⁠ eyes, actually showed⁠ a subtle expression.‌‌‌

“We​⁠ meet again here.‌ Now I recognize⁠​‍ you.”

“Stop‍ talking nonsense and‌ just die!”

Vlad’s​⁠ blue eyes burned‌‍⁠ as he faced‌‍ the false priest,⁠ while Gregory and‍⁠ Cade quickly surrounded​ Justia and formed⁠‍‍ a formation.

“Are‍ you okay?!”

“If‌​‌ you come here······‌‍‌ Won’t you be‍‍⁠ in trouble?”

She‍‍‍ looked at Gregory⁠‍ with a sad‍ expression.

A knight’s sword must⁠​​ be as heavy​​ as it is‌‍‌ sharp.

Violence​⁠ without reason is​ just that, violence,​‌‍ and knights offer⁠‍ it to those⁠‍ who can wield⁠‍ their swords responsibly‌ to avoid such‍ situations.

“There’s‍​⁠ no other choice.”‍‍⁠

Gregory‍​​ smiled bitterly as‍‍‌ he helped Justia‍⁠‌ to her feet.‍

“The⁠ children are dying.”​‍

“…Thank​‌ you.”

Gregory​⁠‍ took responsibility with‍ his own judgment​‌‍ and wielded the⁠ sword.

Now,⁠‍ all the weight​ of it falls‍‍​ on Gregory.

Observing⁠ the sacrifice, one⁠​ of the virtues⁠ a knight must​‌ have, Justia recalled⁠ the reason she‍‌ came here.

“We​‍‌ must go to‌ the bell tower.​ That’s where the​ source of the​ curse resides.”

“…Understood.”⁠⁠

Gregory⁠ closed his left‍ eye as he‍‌‌ watched the staggering‌ figures approaching them​⁠ in the darkness.‍

Thud!‍

As⁠ he stomped heavily‍​​ on the ground,‌‌ a solid brown‌⁠‌ light began to​⁠‌ envelop his entire‌​ body.

“There’s⁠ no time.”

Justia’s​​ words were true.⁠

Even‌ now, children might‌ be dying breathless.⁠​

“First,‍⁠‍ I have to‍ separate that bastard.”⁠⁠​

With‌ the situation so​ urgent, they couldn’t‍‌ climb up carefully‌​ and orderly.

In‍⁠ moments like this,⁠⁠⁠ they had to‍ split the group,​​ even if it​ meant forcing it.​

Fortunately,⁠‌ there was one⁠‍ there ahead, leaping‍ with energy.

“Huuup!”⁠‌⁠

Gregory,‍‍ puffing out his‌ chest, breathed in⁠ a lot of​ air.

“I’m​​‍ here!”

With‌‌‌ a loud shout‌ and a burst,‍ his body rushed‍‌​ towards the false​ priest.

With‍​‍ a speed that‍‌​ didn’t seem possible​‌​ from his hefty​‌⁠ body, Gregory pushed‌‍ the man of⁠⁠⁠ unknown identity and‍⁠ entered.

Seeing⁠‍‌ Gregory charging like‌‍​ a raging bull,⁠ Vlad’s gaze briefly‌‍​ passed over him,⁠‌⁠ surprised for a moment.

Kwaaaaang!​‍

Along⁠ with the false‌‌ priest, Gregory, pushed⁠⁠ to the end​‌ of the wall,‌⁠​ caused the piles⁠⁠ of stone to​‍‍ fall on him.‌

“…Sir⁠‌ Gregory!”

“There’s​‍⁠ something in the​‌ bell tower!”

While​​​ keeping the false⁠⁠⁠ priest at bay,‍⁠‌ Gregory shouted loudly.​

“I‌ don’t know what‌ it is, but⁠⁠ go and destroy⁠​​ it.”

“…Understood.”⁠⁠

With‍​ permission granted, Vlad‍​‌ nodded.

Although⁠​‌ in his heart​ he wanted to​ tear and kill⁠ the man pretending​⁠‍ to be a priest, his top⁠​⁠ priority was to‌ save the children.​

Despite⁠​‍ being filled with⁠⁠‍ rage, Vlad, who‍⁠ hadn’t lost his​‍ judgment, quickly turned‌ his head and‍‌ began to explore⁠​‍ the darkness.

‘There‌‍ it is!’

Through​​‍ the darkness of⁠⁠‌ the sanctuary, he‌ saw a spiral⁠‌ staircase.

Although​ it was swaying​‍​ dangerously, no matter‌‌ how much he‌‌⁠ looked, that was‍‌ the only staircase‌​⁠ leading upwards, so‌ it was probably‍ the right one.⁠‌‌

“Where‍​ do you think······‌‌⁠ you’re going?”

At‌ that moment, a strange language that​‌‍ humans couldn’t understand​ began to flow‍‌ from the false‍ priest’s mouth.

It⁠ was a curse⁠⁠ and also a signal.

There⁠ it is!

My⁠‍ child is there!‌⁠

The⁠ women who had‍‌ not yet ascended​‌⁠ began to flock​​ towards Vlad.

“Damn‌ it!”

Every⁠‌‌ step they took‌ caused the breath⁠‌‌ of the children​‌ to escape.

Knowing⁠​‌ very well that​‌ time was running⁠‍ out, Vlad focused‌ all his attention​⁠ on moving forward​‍‍ rather than wielding‍ his sword.

The‌​‌ child’s face was​‍ marked by sharp‍ nails, and the‌‍​ protection of the⁠‌‌ white snake was​​ shining to block‌​ the ill intentions⁠‍ that attacked incessantly.⁠​​

‘There⁠​ are too many!’‍‌

However,‌​​ the gestures of​​⁠ the poor women⁠‍‌ trying to stop⁠​ Vlad were getting‌⁠ stronger and stronger.‌‍​

Boom!‍

Vlad⁠ suddenly turned his‍ head when he⁠‌‌ saw a woman’s​‌ head explode before‌ his eyes.

A knight holding an‍​‍ arrow imbued with‌ Justia’s blessing.

It‍​ was Cade.

“Keep‌‍‌ going forward!”

He‍ urgently conveyed his⁠⁠ intention by nodding,‍‌⁠ put on the‍​ belt again, and⁠‌‍ shot an arrow‌​ at another woman​⁠⁠ rushing towards Vlad.​‍

It⁠ was a bright‌ arrow that pierced‌⁠‍ through the darkness.‍‍‍

“Huaap!”‌⁠​

Thanks⁠‌ to the arrows‍⁠‌ fired by Cade,⁠ Vlad quickly trampled⁠⁠ the heads of⁠⁠ the women and‍‌⁠ managed to run​ up the stairs.‍

Shaking​​ off the black​​⁠ hands reaching everywhere,‌‍ the curse of‍ the false priest‌ resonated incessantly behind⁠‌‌ me.

The⁠‍ child found only‍‌ one path to‌‍⁠ heaven.

[Hurry!]⁠

Bright​‍⁠ blue eyes emerged‌‍‍ from the dark-filled‍ chapel and headed‌‍ towards the mist-covered‌​‌ sky.

The⁠⁠⁠ child who constantly‍ wielded his sword‌‌‍ had a star⁠‌⁠ in his heart‌‍‌ and had to‌⁠‌ ascend to heaven‌​ to make it‍​⁠ float.

To‌‍ where the breath​‌ of the children‍​⁠ will be.

His⁠​​ finger, gripping the⁠‌‍ railing of the⁠ dusty staircase, had‌‌ a flowerless flower​‍​ ring.

“Out⁠ of my way!”‌

The‌​ darkness filling the⁠ church.

In‍​ the darkness, the‌ cry of a child trying to​ ascend to heaven‍ was heard.

***​​

This⁠​‍ world is full​ of precious things,‍⁠‍ but not everyone‍‌ can fully protect⁠⁠‌ themselves.

However,⁠‍ you are the​‌ ones who have⁠ sworn to protect.⁠⁠⁠

So​⁠​ if you’re where⁠‍⁠ you should be.​​‌

If‌​ you find yourself‌⁠‌ in the moment‌​ of action, don’t‌ hesitate.

Be⁠ torches that light‍ up to illuminate​ the darkness.

That’s‌‌ my second discipline.‌‌

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