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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 80: No tree without roots (1)

Chapter 80: No tree without roots (1)

Bloodstains‌ scattered on the​⁠​ white snowfield.

“…”‍

Vlad⁠‌ sat bewildered in⁠ the snowy field⁠‍⁠ and gazed at​ the blue-sprinkled snowfield.‍

He‌‌⁠ still couldn’t believe​ the traces of⁠​⁠ Lindwurm scattered across‍​ the cold snow.‍‍‌

And‌‌ so did the‍​ sensation of the‌​ sword in his​‍ hand, with a weight different from​​‌ before.

“Good‍‍ job.”

Rutiger‌​⁠ waved his sword⁠ in the air,‍⁠ shaking the blood‍‌⁠ off the blade‌​ and walking towards‌ Vlad.

Although​ the boy inflicted​ a mortal wound,​ it was Rutiger’s‍⁠⁠ sword that ended‌‍ the dragon’s agony.‌

Because⁠ Vlad’s world was⁠⁠ still not strong⁠ enough to cut⁠ through the dragon’s‌ scales.

“…Are⁠⁠ you alright, Mr.​⁠⁠ Rutiger?”

“Mr.?⁠ Haven’t you told⁠​⁠ me your name​‍ yet?”

Vlad‌‌ felt Rutiger’s warmth​‌‌ as he approached​‌ and sat quietly‌ beside him.

It​ felt similar to⁠⁠ the warmth of‍‌ the old knight​‌ who blocked the​‍​ breath of the‌ white dragon.

“Well,‌​‍ I guess I’ll​ let you know‌​ soon.”

“…”​‍

An‍⁠ old knight on‌‍ pilgrimage with the‍​‍ lowest grades rushed‍‍ to save the​‌ boy.

Although‌ he may not‍ have acted with​ the current situation⁠‍ in mind, his‌ actions ultimately produced‌ excellent results.

Actions⁠⁠​ taken for the‌ greater good would‌⁠⁠ surely come back⁠‌​ later.

“It’s‌⁠​ broken.”

Rutiger‌​ looked into Vlad’s‍​⁠ still unfocused eyes.⁠​​

The​ place where his‌‍‍ eyes rested was‍‌​ a sword that​‍‌ had been shattered,‍​​ leaving only the‌ hilt.

“I⁠‌‌ did my best.”‍‍‍

“Yes.‍ It seems so.”​​

Rutiger⁠ nodded at the⁠‌⁠ boy’s incoherent words.⁠‌‌

At⁠ that moment, when⁠⁠ everyone was frozen,⁠ he was the‌⁠⁠ only one who‌⁠⁠ saw the boy’s‍‌‌ tears falling with⁠​⁠ the snow.

“You‍ did your best.”​‍

Rutiger​​⁠ remembered seeing a boy polishing his​ sword by a campfire on the​ plain.

Watching‍​ Vlad carefully polishing‌​ the sword as‌​ if it were⁠‍ a ritual, he​ could see how‍​‍ much the boy​‍ cared for the‌⁠ sword.

“I’ll‌‍‌ prepare something good‍ for you.”

It‌ was only natural‍ that a sword‍‌​ made by a craftsman sought after​ by Rutiger would⁠⁠‍ be superior to​‌​ a sword made‌⁠ by a blacksmith​⁠‌ in an alley.‌⁠

Moreover,​‍⁠ since it was​‍ handed down by⁠‍ Rutiger, one of‌‍‌ the family’s successors,‌ it must be⁠‌​ a sword with‍ special meaning.

“…”​

However,​ while for other‌ knights it might‌⁠​ be an exciting⁠ opportunity to jump‍ for joy, Vlad​‍​ sat quietly, holding⁠ the hilt of‌‌‌ his sword.

The​‍⁠ boy’s blue eyes,​⁠ lamenting their separation,‌ turned to Rutiger.⁠​‍

“Are‍ there other swords⁠⁠ like this?”

It‍ doesn’t have to‍‌‍ be sharp.

It’s‍ okay if it‍‍ doesn’t shine or‍⁠ if it’s not‍ strong.

The​​ boy just wanted⁠⁠​ to have a meaningful sword that‌ fully contained his‍‍⁠ world.

Like​⁠​ the sword that⁠‍‌ gave him hope‍‍‍ in the dirty​​ alley.

“…Who‌‌‍ knows.”

Rutiger,​ who seemed to​‌‌ understand what the⁠‌ boy was talking⁠⁠‌ about, simply turned‌⁠ his head with‌ a bitter smile.‌

Because‌‍ he didn’t have⁠​ enough confidence to‍ give that up.‍⁠

Snowstorm‌⁠⁠ disperses.

A fallen white dragon.‌‌

Lindworm,‍⁠ who had been‍⁠‍ haunting the north,‍​‍ was subdued.

And‍​⁠ the dragon left‌‌ behind another title‍‍ with its body.‍⁠‌

Dragon‌⁠​ Slayer. Vlad of​⁠ Soara.

He⁠​ was the second‌​‌ dragon hunter of⁠ this generation from​‌ the territory of⁠‍‌ Bayezid.And the broken⁠⁠‌ sword testified to​ that title.

***‍⁠‌

Soara’s‌ office.

While‍‍​ Joseph focused on⁠ his work, using​ the sunlight coming‍​‌ through the window⁠​ as illumination, a one-eyed man quietly‍ opened the door⁠​ and entered.

“Mr.‍ Joseph.”

“What’s‍‌⁠ happening?”

Jager⁠⁠ let out a small sigh as‌ he looked into⁠‌⁠ Joseph’s darkening eyes,‌ handed him the⁠⁠ letter he was​‍‌ holding, and said.‍​⁠

“This⁠‌ is a letter‍ from Deirmar. It‍ was sent directly‍‌‍ by Baroness Alicia.”​‌⁠

“From⁠​ Deirmar?”

Joseph,‌⁠ who had been⁠ reviewing documents for​‌ a while, shifted​​‌ his gaze from​ his work when‌ he heard the​⁠⁠ word Deirmar.

For⁠ Joseph, the matter​‍‌ of Deirmar was​ as important as‍ the mayoralty of⁠‌​ Soara.

“Has‍⁠‌ there been any‍​‍ particular trend from‌⁠ Gaidar?”

“At​ least there hasn’t‍‌​ been any military‌‌ movement.”

Joseph⁠ nodded at Jager’s‌​‌ report.

In‌⁠ tumultuous times like‌ these, the information‌​‌ you have is⁠​‌ important.

Security‍ and success can⁠ only be ensured‍‍‌ if you hide‍​ your information as‍ much as possible‍‌‌ and allow the‍‌​ other person’s information​‍ to be clearly‍ visible.

“There‍ wasn’t any particular⁠⁠​ military threat, but​‌ they sent a letter directly…”

Joseph‌‍ picked up a letter opener nearby​‌ and carefully opened​ the envelope that‍ Alicia had sent⁠ him.

Although⁠‌​ Alicia lacked experience⁠ as a lord,‍​ she was someone⁠ who tried to⁠⁠‍ be careful in‍⁠​ all her actions.⁠

This⁠​ meant that, while‍‌ she was a solid ally, she‍⁠ wasn’t someone whose​ value could be‍ diminished by trivial‌​‍ requests or demands.​‍

“…”​

Jager​ silently watched Joseph,‍​ who held Alicia’s‌‌ letter.

This‍‍ was because his​​ brows were gradually​ furrowing, showing that‍‌‌ the situation wasn’t‌ as straightforward.

“…Hmm.”​

Joseph,‍‍ who remained lost‌‍ in thought for​⁠ a moment, set‌⁠‌ down the letter‍ he was holding​⁠‍ with a subtle‌‌‍ sound.

“When⁠ will Vlad return?”⁠

“He’ll‍‍ take another month.⁠ They’ve at least​⁠⁠ made it to​ Bernhem Fortress.”

Joseph,​‌‍ who hadn’t yet⁠‌ heard the news​ that the punitive‌⁠​ force had subdued‍ Lindworm, furrowed his‌ brows at Jager’s​‌ words.

“There​​ isn’t enough time.”​‍

“Do​ you need him?”⁠‌

Joseph⁠‍​ silently nodded in‌‍ response to Jager’s‌⁠​ question.

“There⁠‌ seems to be‍⁠‌ a vague lack‌‍ of time.”

Knock,​‌⁠ knock, knock.

Joseph,‍ tapping the desk‍ and leaning back​ deeply in his​​ chair, pondered twice⁠‌‍ as long as‌‍ when he read​‍‍ the letter.

“The‌‍ dragon subjugation team‍‍ will return to⁠​ Sturma after completing​​ their mission, right?”‌

“Perhaps.”‌‌

“Then‌⁠‌ I suppose I should head to⁠​ Sturma as well.”​

Jager‌⁠​ was momentarily surprised‍ by Joseph’s sudden​⁠ intention to return‍‍ to Sturma, but⁠ then he nodded​⁠‌ and replied.

“I’ll‌⁠​ get ready.”

Once​‍ you’ve made a decision, you must⁠​ act swiftly.

Hesitation​ only wastes time⁠ and doesn’t aid‍ in results.

“Please​ do.”

As‍ Jager left the​‍ office to prepare‌ to go to‍‌‌ Sturma, Joseph clasped⁠‍​ his hands together‍‍ and rested his⁠​ forehead against them.​⁠​

“This‍‍​ is how it’s‍ done.”

Although⁠‌ it wasn’t a visible threat, there‍​ was a movement‍​ with a clear​⁠​ intention.

Alicia​⁠ had been startled‍ by the movement‌‍ seen in Gaidar​‌ and had sent⁠ him a letter.‍​‍

“The⁠‍⁠ mistake of that⁠ day turned out⁠​‍ to be the​‍ best move.”

Joseph‌⁠‍ stopped silently laughing​​‍ after saying those‍‍⁠ words.

This​‍​ was the first‍‌‌ time in Joseph’s⁠ life, where he‌​ always had to‌ think about what​ would come next,‍​ that an involuntary‍​​ action had decided‌ his next move.​​

There​‍ was a blond⁠​‌ boy who had⁠⁠‍ erred with a noble lady with​ celestial hair.

At⁠ that moment, Joseph‍​ was simply bewildered‌⁠‌ by the scene⁠‍⁠ before him, but⁠‍⁠ as that incident⁠​⁠ became a clue​‍‍ to the problem‍⁠ he now faced,​ he couldn’t help‌ but laugh.

“I​⁠ need to prepare‍⁠ you.”

That‍‌ day the boy​ accepted the lady’s⁠⁠ handkerchief with both⁠ hands and at​⁠​ the same time⁠⁠‍ assumed a duty​⁠​ and a cause⁠ for her.

Now‍​​ is the time⁠​⁠ to rectify that‌⁠ mistake.

Joseph‍⁠ sat in his‍​‍ chair and silently‌⁠ looked out the‍⁠⁠ window.

The​‌ urban landscape, the​ sturdy gates, and​​‍ the snowy fields‌ of the north‍‌​ in the distance.​⁠‌

The‌ direction Joseph was‍​ looking was where⁠​‍ the blond boy​​‍ was.

***‌​

“What⁠‍‍ the hell are‌⁠​ you doing? Are​​‍ you moving a corpse? Why the⁠‍‌ hell do you‍‍​ have all these⁠​‍ cloths over my‍ head?”

Vlad⁠ grumbled as he​‌‍ looked at Ramund​ murmuring beside him.⁠

“The‍‌ wind is getting​‌⁠ in.”

“Do​ men from the‍​ north fear the‌ winter wind or⁠‍ what?”

“They⁠‍​ say when you⁠⁠ get older, the‍​⁠ wind hits your⁠ joints.”

“…”​

On‍‍ top of the​‍ creaky carriage.

Lying​⁠ on it, Ramund,⁠‍‌ covered in leather​ and scraps of‌ cloth, was left‌ speechless at the​ boy’s comment.

“Honestly,‍‌‍ if you look‍ at it now,‌‍ it’s just a receipt.”

“At⁠ this age, there‌​⁠ are some words‍ that make you‍‍⁠ more sensitive when​⁠‍ you hear them⁠‌ from others, you⁠​‍ know?”

Vlad‌ was doing his​ best to take⁠‌ care of Ramund,⁠‍ who blocked Lindworm’s‌⁠ breath.

However,⁠​‌ the old man‌‌​ and the boy,‌ who were not‌​ used to caring​‌ for anyone or⁠⁠‌ being cared for‌ by anyone, but‌‍‍ continued on, grumbling‍‍‍ at each other.⁠‍

A punitive force returning‍ after defeating the‌ dragon.

Rutiger,‌​‌ who had temporarily‌‍​ transferred his position‍‌‌ as captain of⁠ Bernhem Fortress to⁠ his original knight,‌‍ was returning to⁠ Sturma with a punitive force.

With​⁠‌ the Steel Forge‌‌‍ Knights joining forces⁠​ to face the⁠​ dragon threat.

“Aren’t‌​ you planning to‍ go to Sturma​ together like this?​‍ I think my⁠​‍ father will be‍ pleased because you​⁠‌ are guests from​‍ a prestigious place.”‌

And‍‌⁠ along with the​‍​ Dragon Slayer Knights‍ who suddenly invaded‍‌​ the north under‌‌ the guise of⁠⁠‍ a cause.

“I⁠‌ don’t think the​‌ opportunity to see‍⁠ the matriarch of‍ Bayezid in person‍‍‌ will be so​ rare in the‌ future.”

Mirshea‌⁠‍ stroked his chin⁠​​ and smiled at‍ Rutiger’s courteous invitation.‍​‌

“But‌ I’m not sure‌‌⁠ I can go⁠ there and live‍ peacefully without getting‌​ excited.”

Although‌‌‌ they spoke to‌‍‍ each other with​ the manners and‌ conversation of nobles,‌‌‌ there were warnings‍​ shining brightly in‌‌ a brilliant blue‌ within.

Just‍‌‌ like the knights‌ from the north​ and center who⁠​ still watched each​‌⁠ other.

“Then​‌⁠ I suppose we​ should part ways‌‍‌ here.”

Mirshea​ could only smile‍​​ bitterly at Rutiger’s‌​‍ clear order to‌​‍ congratulate the guests.⁠‌⁠

The‍ cause of the​‌⁠ Dragon Slayer Knights‍⁠ is the subjugation⁠​ of Lindworm.

However,⁠‌ that cause was‌‌‍ lost due to⁠ the actions of‍‌ the boy, and‍‍‌ he no longer‌‌‌ had the right⁠‌​ to remain in⁠​ the northern land‍​ without the owner’s​‌ permission.

“What‌ should we do⁠ with the barbarians?‌‍⁠ Can we handle‍ it?”

“Leave‍ the northern affairs‌‌ to the northerners.”‍‌​

No‍​‌ matter how barbaric⁠ they may be,‍ they cannot be​‍ handed over to⁠‍⁠ the Dragon Slayer⁠ Knights.

Agge,‌ who had been​‍‍ silently following Rutiger’s​⁠ firm denial, perked‌⁠ up.

“If‍‍ you say so.”‌‌

Two‍‌ groups gradually split‌‍​ according to Mirshea‌⁠⁠ and Rutiger’s gestures.‍

A gap that could‌​‍ no longer be⁠ bridged began to‌⁠ widen between the‍ knights of the‌‌‌ center and the⁠​ knights of the‍ north.

“May​​ I finally greet‍‍ the new Dragon‌ Slayer?”

“….”‍

“I​​ have some things‍ to ask him.”⁠‍

Equals‌‍‌ recognize equals.

Therefore,‍ the Dragon Slayer​‍⁠ Knights never hesitated‍⁠ to show respect‌ and appreciation to⁠‍ those covered in⁠​ dragon blood.

If‍ Mirshea and Rutiger‌⁠ had not opposed,‍‍ their relationship would‌ have been quite​​ different from what​ it is now.‌

“Just‍⁠ for a moment.”​‍‌

“Thank‌⁠‌ you.”

Rutiger⁠‍ nodded at Mirshea’s‍​ strong will to‍ do at least‍‌​ that much.

It‌​⁠ was ridiculous to​ extend his hand‍‌‍ just to avoid​‍ a simple greeting.‌‌

Mirshea‍‌ slowly advanced among​​ the northern knights.‌‌

The‍⁠ threatening force and‍​ the stares coming‍‍ from all directions‌​​ were harsh, but​ Mirshea didn’t seem​‌ to mind at⁠⁠⁠ all.

Because‍ those who are⁠‌ confident in themselves⁠‌ can create their⁠‌ own territory at‌‍ any time and⁠‌ place.

“Bayezid’s⁠ squire, Vlad of‍ Soara.”

After‌ passing among the⁠ knights, there was​​ a boy standing‌‌ there as if⁠ blocking the carriage⁠⁠‌ where the old⁠ man lay.

Blond⁠‌‍ hair and blue‌ eyes.

And​⁠‌ Mirshea, who glimpsed​‍⁠ the temperament within‌‍​ him, smiled.

“That​ sounds quite nice.”‍​‍

“Quickly‍⁠‌ say what you‌‍ mean.”

The​⁠​ blue eyes that⁠‍ bore into him.‌‌

Recalling​‍‍ the memories of‍⁠ those moments when‍​ his intentions were‌‍‌ not good, Vlad‍​ showed Mirshea his⁠‌ teeth.

If⁠​​ it hadn’t been⁠‌⁠ for his interference,‌ Ramund would be‍⁠ fine right now.⁠⁠

“I’m‍⁠‍ happy for you,​‌ but I guess‍‍ you’re not.”

“There’s‌⁠⁠ no reason to⁠⁠‌ be happy, but‌⁠ there are plenty‍‌ of reasons not⁠⁠ to be.”

Although‍‌ there was no​ sword in his​‌ hand, the force​ he emitted was⁠‌​ sharp enough to​​​ cut.

Vlad⁠⁠‍ expressed his anger​‌​ not with his⁠​​ mouth, but with‌‌ his eyes and‌⁠ energy.

“Is‍‍ that so?”

Mirshea‌‍​ narrowed his eyes‌ and looked at‌‌ the air currents​​​ flowing around Vlad.​‌​

The‍ boy’s hair, which‌⁠‌ had been fluttering,‌ and the snowflakes​⁠‍ that had been‌⁠ flying nearby, stopped.‍

Although‌⁠​ it wasn’t his‍ intention, the boy​​ was building his⁠ own territory with⁠ fervor like Mirshea’s.⁠⁠‍

It‌ was proof that‍‍ the world’s methods​⁠⁠ of expression had‍​​ become more mature.​‌

“This‍ is a little‌ disappointing. It seems​ my intention of‌‍​ not going to⁠ dangerous places was⁠‌‌ not adequately expressed.”​‌

“Don’t‍​ talk crap.”

Mirshea⁠ smiled silently as​​ he looked at‌‌​ the boy growling‍ in front of‍ him.

It‍‍​ really has to‌ be like this.​

You‍‍ must be able​​ to hold your​⁠​ head up proudly⁠‌ wherever you are.‌⁠

“Then⁠ I’ll ask you‍ some questions and‍ disappear.”

However,‍‌ compared to Mirshea,‌⁠ his world is⁠​⁠ still fragile.

Mirshea⁠ traversed the boy’s​ territory with one‍ step and slowly‌ approached Vlad.

So​⁠⁠ close that we‍ can feel each​ other’s breath and​ see each other’s‍​ faces reflected in‍‍​ our blue eyes.‍​‍

“First‍‍⁠ question.”

Then‌⁠‌ Mirshea began to⁠​​ whisper quietly.

Don’t‍ let anyone hear‍ you.

With‍ a voice only​ the boy can​‌⁠ understand.

“Do‍​ you not feel‍ your heart beating​‍‌ faster every time‍​ you see a dragon?”

“…!”‍‍​

Mirshea​‌ slowly gained momentum‌⁠ with a question.​‌‌

Just⁠‍ like that time,‍‍⁠ Vlad squeezed his​‌ chest unconsciously with‍ a force only‌‌ a dragon could⁠‌ perceive.

“…What⁠ are you saying?”⁠​

“Second‌ question.”

Mirshea​⁠ smiled as he‍​⁠ listened to the⁠⁠​ boy’s heartbeats, which‍‌ he could feel​⁠‌ even if he‌‍ didn’t respond.

“Lindworm’s⁠ blood was blue.”‍

Vlad,‌‌‍ who could barely‌⁠​ stand while his‍‌ heart beat strongly‌⁠‍ as if it‌ were about to‍ burst, was puzzled‌ by Mirshea’s next‌⁠‌ words.

This⁠​ was because his‌ question was very‌ absurd.

“Don’t‍ you feel the‍ dryness in your⁠ throat at the‍⁠ sight of that⁠ blood?”

“What?”‌‍

There’s⁠‌ something strange about‌ the question.

Vlad,‍‍ sensing something suspicious‌ in Mirshea, slowly‍​ backed away and‍‌‍ looked at the​ man in front‍ of him.

Leader‍⁠ of the Dragon‍‌ Slayer Knights. Mirshea.‍‌

Mirshea⁠​ Dragulia.

“I’m‍⁠‍ asking if you​‌ wanted to drink‌​ dragon blood.”

The‍​‍ blue eyes resembling‍⁠ the boy’s smiled​‌ coldly.

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