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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 68: The old days continue (2)

Chapter 68: The old days continue (2)

A worthy being shines​‍⁠ everywhere.

“There​ it is! Hurry​ up and drive!”​

“What​​ a ruckus!”

And‍​ everyone was compelled‍​ to covet the‍⁠ shining being.

“…!”‌

A black horse fled⁠ under a night‌​ sky of a similar hue.

It‍‌ relinquished its duty⁠​⁠ as the group’s⁠‌​ leader and came‌‌ to seek the‍‌⁠ boy for memories‍ of that day,⁠​​ but humans’ greed⁠ for possessing a shining being was‌ blocking the boy’s‌‍ path to moving⁠‌ forward.

Ropes​⁠ filled with sinister⁠ spells flew towards​ the black horse.⁠

Everywhere.‍‍

On​‌‍ the horizon of​‌‌ the world where‍⁠​ you and I meet, and become⁠‍‍ one.

A broader world would‌‌ ensure greater possibilities,⁠⁠ but the boy‌‍ who had faced‍​⁠ the worm of‌ death like him‌ that day was⁠ not here.

Therefore,‍⁠​ the black horse‍⁠ had no choice​⁠⁠ but to handle‍ all of this⁠⁠ alone.

Neigh!​​​

The‍⁠​ black horse’s whinny⁠ echoed under the​‍ waxing moon.

***‍

Under‌‍⁠ a sunny summer‍​‍ sky, a carriage​ full of hay‌​ passed through a meadow.

An⁠​ old man with‌‍‍ a straw hat​⁠ and a yawning‌‍ child beside him.‌‍‌

And​‍​ even a young‍⁠ man with a long chin driving⁠​​ a horse while⁠​ carrying them in⁠‍ a carriage.

Seeing‍⁠⁠ them crowded in⁠‍ a small carriage‍ seemed far removed‍⁠ from knights or‌ swordsmen.

“Where​ are we going?”‍⁠​

“To⁠‌⁠ Varna.”

“But‌‌ is it okay‌ to just relax⁠​‌ like this?”

“We’ll​‌ get there on⁠​ our own.”

Currently,‌ the group was‍ quietly following the‍‌ ascending journey towards⁠‌​ Varna.

According​ to Ramund, the​‍ horse that was⁠ supposed to be‍ a ghost horse‍ was not only‌‌‌ fast, but it‌​⁠ always watched from​ a distance and​‍‌ controlled whether people​ traveled in the‍‍ carriage or cart.‌

“This⁠​ guy has clear‌‍ intentions. It’s definitely​​ not something common.”‍

“…!”⁠‌

Upon​ hearing the old‍‌⁠ man’s words, memories‌ of that day‌⁠ naturally came to⁠ Vlad and Goethe’s⁠‍ minds.

A headless knight in⁠⁠‍ a foggy village.‍ With a ghost‌‌​ horse riding.

As‍‍⁠ soon as I saw it, I realized it was‍‍‍ suitable for me.⁠

“The‍⁠‌ sky is beautiful.‍​⁠ The wind blows‌ too.”

Regardless‌⁠​ of the concerns‌ of the two,‌‍​ Ramund seemed to‌ like the current⁠ situation and moved⁠‌⁠ calmly.

He​​ pulled out a piece of hay⁠ from the cargo,‍‌​ bit into it,‌‌ and started chewing‌​ it playfully.

“How⁠ long has it​ been since you‍​⁠ learned to use‌​ Aura?”

“It’s‍‍ been about three‍‌ months. No, four‍ months…”

“Did​ you get it⁠​ from Deirmar?”

“Yes.”‌

“Mmm.”‌‌​

The​‌⁠ old man was⁠⁠‌ lost in thought‌​ as he looked⁠​ at the child’s‌‌ back through the⁠‍ gap in his⁠⁠‍ straw hat.

The⁠‍‍ purpose of coming⁠ here in the‍ first place was​⁠⁠ to investigate the‍ unknown horse, but‍​‍ honestly, it didn’t‍ matter if he​‌⁠ couldn’t find it.⁠

Anyway,‌ the main reason​‌ Ramund stayed in‌‍ Soara was because⁠‍ of the boy​‍‌ in front of‍​ him.

All⁠ he wanted to‍​⁠ do was stay⁠‌‍ by Vlad’s side‌‌ for a few​​ days while he⁠ searched for the⁠‍ horse, observe, judge,⁠ and teach him​‍ anything if he⁠‌​ was good at​‌​ it.

“Three‍‍⁠ months is a bit fast.”

“What?”​

In‍‌ response to the‌⁠‌ boy’s question, Ramund‌ took off his⁠​​ straw hat and​⁠⁠ made eye contact⁠​ with Vlad.

“Compared‌‍‍ to when I woke up, my⁠⁠‌ aura is stronger.⁠​ It’s surprising that⁠ you still haven’t‍ found your own​ color.”

“…”‍

When​⁠ the Aura story⁠​ came up, Vlad‌‍​ began to listen⁠⁠ to the old⁠​‌ man without showing​‍ it.

Jager⁠ and the voice⁠⁠ always emphasized the‍ basics and didn’t‌‍‌ teach the boy‍‌⁠ much about Aura.‌⁠

Just‍⁠⁠ light up and‌​ move on.

“A​ user of Aura‍⁠‌ is the concrete⁠⁠‍ embodiment of an​‍‌ image. Not being⁠ able to find​ the color also‍ means that your​ world hasn’t been​ built yet.”

“How‍​ do I find‍ the color?”

Ramund​⁠‍ sounded as he‍ looked into the‍ boy’s blue eyes.​‍‌

Still,‌‍ you shouldn’t tell⁠ yourself too much.‌‌

Because‍​ Jager must have‍‍ his own direction​​ in mind.

“Expose​‍⁠ yourself a bit​‍​ more to the⁠⁠‍ world. Don’t hide‌‌‍ it too much.”‍​

“What‌ does that mean?”⁠‍​

Ramund​ pondered Vlad’s question⁠ for a moment,‍ then opened his‌ mouth, thinking everything‍⁠ would be fine.​‌⁠

“Try‌ to create a device that brings⁠‍ out the world⁠ inside you outward.​⁠⁠ Knights call it⁠ a key.”

“A‌‍​ key?”

Vlad’s​‌​ eyes moved quickly‍‌​ as he heard​ the words for‌ the first time.‍

Ramund⁠ seemed amazed to​ see the boy‍⁠​ trying to grasp‍⁠ even one of⁠ his words.

“It’s‍​​ nothing special. Have⁠‌ you seen knights⁠‍ who use Aura?”‍⁠⁠

“I‌ have.”

“Do‌‌‍ you just think‌⁠⁠ they use Aura?”‌

“…So⁠ they use it⁠ differently?”

“You‌‌⁠ lack observation skills.”⁠‍

Ramund​‌ leaned on the‌‌ haystack and gave​​ the boy a meaningful smile.

“Think​ about it. Why‌⁠⁠ don’t you perform‍​ certain actions before‍⁠ invoking the aura?”​‍

“Action?”​​

When⁠⁠ Vlad heard the‍ old man’s words,‌ he frowned and​⁠‍ started thinking hard.⁠

When‌‌ other knights summoned⁠ auras, it was⁠‌ always an urgent‍‌‍ situation, so there‌‌​ was no time‌​‌ to look at‌⁠ it properly.

However,‍⁠⁠ there were several​⁠​ scenes that came​‍‌ to mind as‌⁠ he listened to‍ Ramund.

“Sword⁠ and shield clash…”​

Pablo,​⁠ the knight who⁠ led him down‍ the path of‍ becoming an Aura​ user.

He‍‌‍ clashed his sword‍ and shield and‌‍⁠ asked the boy​ his name.

The​​ sound of that‌ moment was still​‍ alive in Vlad’s‍‍‍ ears.

“Huh?”​⁠⁠

Rutiger‌‌ Bayezid, who killed‌‍ the Worm of⁠ Death.

It‌‍‌ was like an‍ active volcano and⁠ seemed to have​ moved his sword‍​ with his fingers.⁠

He​​ couldn’t be sure‌ because he saw⁠ it from afar.​​​

“And…”‌⁠

Godín,‌‍ the Blue Moonlight​‍ Knight.

The‌ Aura master the​ boy saw for​⁠‍ the first time.‍

“Maybe‌‌ also because you’re​ aligning your mouth⁠ with the sword?”‌​

“That’s‌ possible. It’s about⁠​⁠ invoking your own‍⁠‌ world intensely through‍ certain actions.”

That​ was the key.​‍⁠

It‍ was a tool‌‍ to open wide‌⁠ your own imaginary‌ world, like a ritual.

“But​‍ I only use‍ it.”

“That’s‍​​ why you’re wrong.”⁠

Vlad‍ had nothing to​ say in response​⁠‌ to Ramund.

Certainly,⁠‍ compared to other⁠⁠‍ knights’ auras, his‌‌ aura only emitted‍ a faint glow.⁠

“Jager​ may have told‍ you when the‍ right time is,‍⁠⁠ but it wouldn’t‌‌​ be a bad⁠ idea to think​‌⁠ about it in⁠​‍ advance now.”

An​​ awareness that opens‌ the world wide.⁠‌

Since​ it was a technique that only​​ knights firmly established⁠⁠ in their own⁠​ world could use,​⁠ he might still‍ be far from​‌ being used by⁠⁠ a child.

Feeling‍⁠​ the state of⁠ other knights in‍‍ the distance, Vlad‌‍ felt a part‍⁠ of his heart⁠ suffocating, so he‌ raised his hand.⁠

[Bow!]⁠

“Bow!”​‍

“…Huh?”⁠‍​

As‍ Vlad listened to‌ the sudden warnings‍ from the voice,‌​ he instinctively lowered⁠ his head.

Thump-!⁠‍‌

“Huh?”​‌‌

Vlad‍⁠​ made a surprised⁠⁠​ noise and turned‍‌ his head towards​‍​ the sound.

There‌​ was Ramund holding‍​⁠ trembling arrows.

“Things​‌‌ aren’t settling easily.”‌‌

Ramund’s​​‍ eyes through the‍​ straw hat began‌⁠‌ to turn fierce.‍⁠

“It’s​⁠ an attack!”

“It’s‌‍‍ a group of‌​ bandits! Everyone, be‍ on guard!”

The​​ travel process came‍‍ to a halt.‌‍​

At‍‍ the same time,‌‌ cheers echoed all⁠⁠‌ around.

And⁠ there were arrows‌ flying from the‍​ hill.

“Turn⁠⁠​ the carriage around!”⁠

“Where?!”‌​

Ramund‌‌‍ quickly pointed in‍ the direction the‍ arrows were coming‌ from.

“Mount⁠‍‍ the horses! Don’t​⁠​ let any of‌​ them escape! Coachman!”⁠‌

“Yes?‍‌⁠ Yes!”

Although​‌ it was a regrettable situation, Ramund‌ quickly assessed the​ situation and started‍⁠ giving instructions to⁠‍ Vlad and Goethe.​⁠

Thanks‍‍ to such a natural and agile‌‍ response, Vlad and‍ Goethe were able‌​ to snap back⁠ to normalcy quickly.‌

“What⁠ is it? Are​‌‌ they a group‌ of magic bandits?”⁠‌​

“…I‌​ think they’re more‌​​ troublesome than those​⁠ types.”

Vlad​‌ asked, peeking his⁠‍ head in the‍⁠⁠ direction of the‌⁠‌ arrow.

A group of men‌​⁠ who seemed to‍‌ be at least‌‍‌ twenty were standing‌⁠ on horseback on‍⁠⁠ a hill.

Unknown⁠ leather clothing and‍ tattoos covering their⁠​ heads and faces.‌‌

And‌‌ even the strange,‌ incessant shouting.

“They’re⁠‍ Barbarians.”

“Barbarians?”‌⁠‌

When⁠‌ unexpected words came⁠‍ out of Ramund’s‍​ mouth, Vlad looked‍ puzzled.

Kwasik-!​

At⁠‌‌ that moment, an⁠⁠⁠ arrow pierced Vlad’s​‌‌ side.

“…”‍⁠​

A barbarian man holding‍ a bow on‍⁠ a distant hill.‍​

Vlad⁠⁠⁠ seemed to have⁠⁠‍ made eye contact‌ with the man.⁠​

Two‌ people with beast-like​‌​ eyes were facing‌​ each other.

***​

A carriage engulfed in‌⁠⁠ flames with acrid​​‍ smoke. And the​ sound of barbarians‍ shouting at the⁠ top of their⁠​‍ lungs.

“Shit!”‌

And‍⁠ the flying arrows.‍‍

Vlad,⁠⁠ who was looking​⁠ at the trembling‌ arrow on the⁠ ground, quickly used‍ the carriage as‌⁠ a shield and​​​ began to monitor⁠⁠ the situation.

I never thought things​ would end up​​ like this.

“Why​‌⁠ are the barbarians​​ here?”

“…”​​

The⁠‌ people from the⁠⁠‌ North wouldn’t ignore‌​​ the barbarians who,‍⁠ it was said,⁠‌ lived beyond the‌⁠‌ North.

Vlad‍⁠‌ was well aware‍‍‍ that there were⁠​‌ people who rejected‌ the teachings of​⁠ the church and‍​‍ lived in their‍⁠ own realm.

“Is‌⁠​ this Bayezid County?​‌⁠ No matter how‌‌ far you go,‍‌‌ it’s only a day’s journey from‍‍​ Soara.”

“That’s‍⁠ right.”

However,⁠ the issue was​⁠ that it was⁠​ Bayezid County, a zone far south⁠​ from where barbarians​‍ usually appeared.

Even‌ the experienced Ramund‍‍ was lost in​⁠ thought, biting his​‍‌ lip as if‍⁠ it were the‌​​ first time he​​‌ experienced something like​‌ this.

No⁠‌‌ matter how much⁠​ they thought about‍ it, they had​ no reason or⁠‍ benefit to come⁠​ to Bayezid County.⁠‌

But‌⁠ things happened, and​‌ now it’s time‍ to act.

Crunch-‌⁠​

“I‍ thought it would⁠ be a little​ more comfortable.”

Vlad‌‍ complained that something​ must have gone​‌ wrong in his⁠ life and drew‌‍ his sword.

Ramund​‌ also unsheathed his⁠ sword and instructed⁠ Goethe.

“Hey,⁠‌‍ coachman. Put the⁠ saddle on the‌ horses. We need​​‍ to ride to‌​⁠ confront them.”

Ramund‌ was already thinking‌‍ about how to​ handle the situation.​

The⁠⁠ deep wrinkles on‍‌ his forehead showed⁠ that the current⁠‌⁠ situation was not⁠‌‍ easy.

“Except⁠ for a few‌​ warriors, they can’t⁠ even face the⁠ knights. We just​ need to neutralize​‌‌ the characteristic mobility​​‌ of the barbarians.”‌

Let’s​‍‌ reconsider.

Vlad‌ had no choice⁠‌‌ but to bite​​ his lip when‌​ Ramund said that‌‍‌ everyone, regardless of⁠‍ age or sex,⁠‌ were excellent cavalry⁠ soldiers.

The​‍‍ area related to​‍ words was one⁠⁠‌ of the painful‍ weaknesses of the‍ boy.

“Listen‍⁠ carefully! We don’t⁠⁠‍ want to kill⁠​ them all either!”‍‌

The⁠⁠ barbarians, who had‍‍‌ been threatening the‍⁠ process by launching​⁠​ arrows for a while, were now‌ coming down the​​​ hill, making loud​ noises and pressing‍⁠‍ them, as if‍‍‌ the time had⁠‌‌ come.

“I’ll​​ spare your lives⁠‌‍ as long as‍​ you pay the‌​‍ toll!”

“…”‍‌‌

Amidst​‍​ the silent crowd,​‌ a man who⁠‌⁠ looked like a merchant raised his​ hand and shouted.‍‍

He‍‌ was the chief​ lord leading this⁠‍⁠ process.

“I’ll⁠ pay the toll!‌‍ Please, stop the​ attack!”

The‍ corners of the‌ mouths of the​‌ barbarians began to‌⁠ lift upon hearing‍​‌ the merchant’s words,‌​⁠ which sounded like‌​ a surrender.

“How‍ much do you‍​ want…”

“Everything⁠‌ you have!”

The​ leader of the‌⁠‌ barbarians shouted loudly​⁠​ as he looked‌ at the puzzled‍ look of the⁠‌⁠ Lord.

“Leave‌ with empty hands!‌​ For those who⁠​‍ have something in​⁠‍ their hands, it‍‌‍ will become a fortune in the‌ afterlife!”

The⁠‍ barbarians celebrated their‌‌‌ victory in advance​ by loudly circling‍‍‌ around the process.‍‌⁠

The⁠​​ merchants were perplexed​‍⁠ by the barbarians’​‍ excessive demands, and‌​​ several mercenaries who​ had been hired​‍‌ to protect the⁠‍⁠ trade only showed​⁠‌ trembling eyes and⁠⁠⁠ loss of appetite.‌‍

Even‌ if I leave⁠⁠​ my luggage, will‍⁠ they let me​‍‌ go?

“I⁠ don’t like those‌ bastards.”

“I‍‌ also tried to‌​‌ get along with‍⁠​ them, but it‍‍⁠ didn’t work.”

No‍ one in the⁠​⁠ group expected things​‍ to turn out​​​ like this.

However,⁠ life is always‍ a series of⁠ unpredictable events, and​⁠‍ sometimes there are​‍​ moments when we​‍⁠ must silently endure‍‍ trials that come‍‍ like a typhoon.‍​⁠

Now‌‍​ was that moment.‍​

“I​‍ came here to‌​‍ hunt a horse.‍ What is this?”​‍

Even‍ though things turned​‍⁠ out this way,‍‍ the approaching barbarians‍‌ probably didn’t expect‍ the group to‌​ be here either.‍‍

Vlad‌‌‍ quietly closed his​⁠‍ left eye and⁠‍ listened to the⁠ sound of the⁠​​ horses’ hooves approaching.⁠‍

“Get​ ready.”

“Yes.”‌

A retired knight and​⁠‍ a boy who​ wants to become⁠ a knight.

Although⁠​​ neither of them⁠ was an active‌‍ knight, the swords‍⁠‌ they wielded held⁠‍‍ great power.

The​‌ only problem was‌ that the power⁠⁠‍ didn’t reach the⁠‍‌ opponent.

Unlike​⁠​ Ramund, who grabbed‌‍ the reins of⁠​‍ the horse and​ prepared to leave,‌ Vlad was only⁠‌‌ given one chance.​

Just⁠ one moment when​‌​ they approached the‌‍​ process.

That⁠ might be the​ only chance given​ to a boy​​​ who doesn’t know​‍​ how to ride‍‍⁠ a horse.

“Ah…”​

Vlad⁠⁠ held his breath‌ as he waited⁠‌ for the men‌​ to approach with‌‍ loud noises.

However,‌⁠ the boy’s weakness​‌‌ was not only‍​‍ his inability to‍⁠‍ ride a horse.⁠

Neigh-!⁠‍⁠

There’s‍ something there!

The​ horses were startled!‌​

“Shit!”⁠‍‌

Vlad,‌‍‍ who had been‍ silently waiting for⁠​‍ the barbarians, felt‌​ that things were‌⁠‍ going wrong when​ he saw them‍ suddenly stop.

In‍‌​ the end, it⁠‍​ was the strange‌ force that the‍‍​ boy hadn’t been‍‍ able to control⁠‍ that held the‌​⁠ child’s ankle tightly.​⁠⁠

“Get‌ out! Now!”

“Damn‍⁠​ it!”

We​ couldn’t get as‍ close as we​‍‌ intended and didn’t‌‍​ even dismount from​ the horses.

But⁠‌‌ I couldn’t wait​‌‌ any longer, so‌​ the only moment‍‍ I had to‌‌ wield my sword‌⁠ was now.

Although‌‍ Ramund was old,‍ he spurred his​​​ horse and moved⁠ like lightning.

His‍⁠ whole body was‍⁠ already covered in⁠ a sparkling aura.‍‍

“What⁠​ are those!”

“Turn⁠⁠‌ your horse around!‌ Increase the distance!”‌

Seeing⁠ the two people‍ charging at them​‍ with unusual momentum,‌ the barbarians tried‍‍‍ to retreat, but⁠‌‌ Ramund had already⁠​ gotten too close.⁠

“You!⁠⁠​ How dare you​‌​ tell me where⁠ this is?”

Ramund⁠⁠ stopped the barbarians‍ with a thunderous⁠‍⁠ shout and began‌‍‌ to wield his‍ sword fiercely.

Since‌​ they were destroying‌ the land he​⁠ had dedicated his‍⁠‌ entire life to‍‌ protect, they didn’t⁠‍ deserve mercy.

Red‍‌‌ blood began to​‍‌ spurt onto his⁠‌‌ old sword.

“It’s‌⁠ Aura!”

“Why‌‍​ is there a knight here!?”

The‌​‍ barbarians, surprised to⁠​ see the radiant‍​ Ramund, grabbed the‍‍ reins and quickly‌ began to turn.‌

“Where​‌⁠ are you going,‍‍ you bastards!”

Although‌⁠​ he arrived later‌ than Ramund, Vlad​ rushed forward with‌⁠‍ his characteristic agile⁠‍ movements and grabbed‌​‌ the nearest barbarian.‍‍​

[Aim⁠​⁠ for the horse!]‌

Following‌ the advice of‍​ the voice, he⁠‌⁠ cut the knees‌​‍ of the horse,​‌⁠ and the barbarian‍‍‌ riding it lost‍‌ balance and began‌⁠ to topple over.​‌⁠

“Ahh!”​

Pain​ and fear.

The⁠‌ horse, trying to‌‍ escape everything Vlad‍​ gave it, began‍⁠‍ to run wildly⁠ without paying attention‍‍​ to its rider,‍ and the boy⁠⁠‍ seized the opportunity‍​‌ and quickly grabbed‍ the barbarian riding​​‌ on top of‌​ it.

“Keuuk!”​⁠‌

“Smile​⁠​ like before! You​​ bastard!”

The​​ sword gleamed, including‌​ the cost of‍‌​ making it work‌ ungracefully.

Words​‍ of crying and​‍ blood bursting forth.⁠⁠

The‌ spirits of the‍‌⁠ barbarians began to‍⁠ be disturbed by‍​​ the two people​⁠​ who suddenly rushed‌​‍ out.

“Return,‍ Vlad! Go and‍⁠‌ protect the people!”​⁠

Although⁠‍ it was a half-failed surprise attack,​⁠‍ the two men‌‌ managed to defeat‌‌‌ the barbarians with‍‍ their own skills.‌

“Aaaah!”​‍‍

“No,‍‍‍ no!”

But‍​‍ the process was‍⁠ long, and the⁠ only men who⁠⁠‍ opposed the barbarians⁠ were Vlad and‍⁠‍ Ramund.

Because​⁠‌ the barbarians were‍⁠⁠ fleeing, using the​‍ crying people as⁠ sacrifices.

“Those⁠ bastards.”

Vlad‍‌ cursed quietly at‍‌ the fleeing barbarians,⁠‍ but it was​‍‌ inevitable.

They​​‍ were simply barbarians‌‌​ and had no⁠⁠ reason to risk‌‍ their lives in‌​ such an unfavorable​ situation.

“Captain!”‍

At‍​ least Goethe was​​‌ fighting hard with‌​‌ a sword, but‍ he was skilled‌⁠​ at holding a sword, not wielding‍ it.

There​‌ was blood and⁠​‍ screams everywhere.

[Slowly‌ consolidate your territory.⁠⁠ You can’t protect‌​‌ everyone here.]

‘Darn‍⁠ it…’

The‍​⁠ voice was right.‍

The‌‌ tip of Vlad’s‍​ sword couldn’t stop‍⁠ the barbarians who‌‍ constantly attacked and⁠‌ fled.

I don’t know if⁠ he would have⁠⁠‌ moved with them​‍ on horseback, but‍‍ Vlad was just‌​ a person stuck⁠ to the ground.⁠

“Shit!”⁠​‍

Get‌ down and fight.⁠‌

Don’t‍ act like a coward.

However,⁠ as if mocking​​ the boy’s thoughts,‍‌ the barbarians, like‍ a swarm of‌ bees, constantly swarmed‌ around the procession,‍ stealing, killing, and‌‍ injuring people.

Horses‌‌ and mobility.

The‍​ people who were‍ trampled by the​⁠​ barbarians’ unique tactics‍⁠​ had no choice‌ but to sit⁠​ and release deadly‍ screams.

“Mom,‍⁠ Mom!”

The‍‍​ blood-covered father grabbed‌ the child, who‌ lay in a mess on the⁠⁠‌ ground, and hugged‍‌ him.

Seeing⁠ the terrible scene,⁠ Vlad quickly looked‍​⁠ for Ramund, but​​ he too was‍‌ found in a difficult situation.

Ramund’s⁠‍ horse was a pack horse, and​​‌ that alone wasn’t​ enough to catch‍​ and stop the⁠​ agile barbarians.

On⁠ the contrary, even‌ in such bad​‌ conditions, Ramund’s ability‍ to cut down​‌‌ a man who⁠‍​ looks like the​‌‍ leader of the‍​​ barbarians and drive⁠‌ him out of​​‌ the procession must⁠⁠​ be considered remarkable.‍⁠⁠

The⁠ boy became angry‌ at finding himself‌‍‍ once again helpless.‍​

The‌​‍ world has many‍ different appearances.

It’s​ so high you‍​ can’t reach it,​ it’s so big⁠⁠‌ you can’t handle‌‌‍ it, and it’s‌​ so fast you‌​⁠ can’t catch it.⁠‌

Vlad‌⁠ bit his lip‍‌ as he felt‍ various limitations on‌‌ him.

It‌​ happened again like‍​ this.

Neigh-!​

There⁠‍ was a sound‍ that reached Vlad’s‌ ears in a moment and that⁠‌ he couldn’t handle‌​‌ on his own.‍

“…!”‍⁠

It‍​ was a sound‌ he hadn’t heard‌ in a long⁠⁠ time, but he‌‌ recognized it immediately.‍⁠

“What‍‌ is that!”

“It’s​​‌ him!”

“Then⁠ he escaped!”

A black dot began​⁠‍ to approach from⁠​‍ far away.

However,‌ in the blink⁠ of an eye,​ there was a presence approaching through​‌⁠ the barbarians.

Vlad‍‌​ realized that the‌⁠⁠ black eyes like‍ a wolf’s mouth⁠‍ now running towards‍‌​ him were looking⁠ for him.

“I’m‌⁠‌ here!”

The⁠ sunlight shone on​​​ the sword held‌‌‌ high.

Look,‍​ I’m here.

The​​⁠ boy who couldn’t‍‌⁠ move and the‍​ horse that had‍ to dodge the‍⁠‍ lasso recognized each‌⁠‍ other.

“…!”​

The‍‍‍ dark night that⁠ passed quickly left‍ a star above‍‌‌ me.

Vlad⁠‌‌ suddenly looked up‌ and reached out‍‌ his hand as‌‍ he had done‍‌ that day unconsciously.​‍

The‌​ flow of air​​ between his fingers‌​ spoke.

“Let’s‍⁠‍ go!”

Neigh–!​‍

I can run now.⁠‍

You‌‍ don’t have to‍⁠​ endure it anymore.‍

The⁠⁠ sword that had⁠‌ nowhere to go⁠ rose upward.

The​‍ world flowing through⁠‌ the boy’s left​ eye.

A white horn rising⁠‌ smoothly on a black horse.

The⁠⁠ two worlds began⁠​‌ to meet at‌‍​ the end of⁠⁠ each other’s limitations.‌‍‍

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