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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 88: The blue-eyed knight (6)

Chapter 88: The blue-eyed knight (6)

Joseph‌​⁠ said it was‌⁠ okay to lose.​⁠‌

The⁠ boy, who always​ prepares for the​ worst, was already⁠​ gearing up for​‌​ the possibility that​​ Vlad might be‍​‍ defeated.

The​​ Bayezid knights, who⁠‌⁠ willingly gave up⁠⁠ the chance to​‌ train for the‍ boy, didn’t think​‍ Vlad had high‍‍ chances of defeating‍⁠‍ Stephen.

No​ one would expect​ he could barely⁠ beat the Count’s⁠‍‍ son, who had⁠‍ received the best‍ education since childhood.‍

Jager,‌‌ his master, and⁠‍ Alicia, who entrusted⁠‌ him with honor.‌​

And‍​‌ even Godin, who‍‌‌ smiled just as‍ before outside the‍​‍ battlefield.

But​ still, at least⁠ once.

“Go‌‍‌ for it.”

I also want to​ receive expectations from‌‌ people like me.​

“Let’s⁠​‌ see how good‍ you are.”

Because⁠ now he’s also​⁠ someone who carries⁠​⁠ his own honor.⁠‌‍

Because‌‌‍ there was no‌⁠ shame in the​‍ struggle he went⁠⁠ through to get⁠‍⁠ to this point.‌‍

***⁠⁠

Clang!​⁠

Clang!⁠​

Flames​​ bursting without fail‌‍​ every time the​‍ swords clashed.

The​ Bayezid knights witnessing‍​‍ the duel clenched⁠‍​ their fists unconsciously.‍‌

“Good.⁠‌ You’re doing great.”‍‍⁠

“Just‌ keep going. Like​‌ that.”

It⁠‍​ was a great‌‌ sword destruction method‍⁠ taught as if‍‍ striking in a tough moment.

However,⁠ Vlad was handling‍‌‌ Stephen’s sword as​​ he had been​⁠‌ taught.

Though‍ stumbled, he gritted‍ his teeth.

Avoid‍⁠‌ thrusts using length‍‌ and avoid blows​ using weight.

As​ it was an‌ extreme stance that‌ would be difficult​​​ to use in‌⁠ actual combat, the⁠​ game-changing strategy Vlad⁠ had clearly launched​‍ was devouring Stephen.‍‍‌

“You⁠‌ coward!”

Therefore,‌ the only way‍‍ to reach Vlad​ was with a horizontal cut with‌ the fierce reach‍⁠ exclusive to the​⁠ greatsword, but even​‍​ that was not​‌‌ feasible.

Clang!​‍

‘What​​ is this bastard!’⁠‌​

Godin⁠​‍ said the blond‍ boy in front​ of him had⁠⁠ only been holding​ a sword for⁠⁠ a year.

However,​ compared to the‍‌ experience he was‌ using, the counterattack⁠ he was using⁠⁠‌ now was an​‍⁠ extremely advanced technique‍‌ and tactic.

“How‌⁠ long are you​‌‍ going to run!”⁠‍⁠

Vlad​​ approached the duel⁠ entirely on the‍‍ defensive, as if‌​‌ he had given​‍ up on attacking.​⁠

Stephen​⁠⁠ knew Vlad wouldn’t‍ be able to​‍ dodge and block‌‌ like this forever,⁠ but the problem⁠⁠‌ was that by⁠⁠⁠ then he wouldn’t‍ be free from‍‍‌ the physical strain⁠ either.

Because‍ the weapon called⁠⁠ a greatsword is‍​ harder and heavier​‌‍ than other weapons,⁠‍​ it is a weapon that poses‌​⁠ a much greater​⁠‌ physical burden on‌​ its owner.

‘Goddamn‍ it!’

Stephen‍‍‌ felt as if‍⁠ he were walking‍‍ on mud.

The⁠‍ battlefield created by‌⁠‌ Bayezid, Vlad’s attitude⁠‌ that seemed to‍ have been prepared‌ beforehand, and even​ the terrain that⁠‍ was becoming increasingly‍​ muddy, though I don’t know if​​ it was his​​⁠ mood.

Even‌⁠ the air he‍ breathed was so‍​‌ heavy that it‌ felt like everything‍⁠‌ in Deirmar was​ interfering with him.‍

“Is‍ it because you⁠ came from a humble place? The⁠‍⁠ way you do⁠⁠‍ things is extremely‍⁠ dirty!”

For‌⁠ those reasons, Stephen⁠ was now impatient.‌‍‌

The⁠ boy may lose,​⁠​ but Stephen must‍⁠ not lose.

No,‌⁠ the fact that⁠‌⁠ he was fighting‌‍​ like this against‌‌ an unknown knight‌ was already a disgrace.

“Even‍ your mother who​ bore you would‍‍‌ look away if‍​ she saw your‌⁠ pitiful appearance now!”⁠​

Vlad⁠⁠ couldn’t help but​​‌ laugh as he⁠ looked at Stephen,‌⁠‍ who was now⁠ condescending and even​‍‍ provoking his parents.‌​

Stephen⁠‌ was moving his⁠‍ lips as if‌‍‌ he were going‍ to endure this,‍ but the provocation‍⁠‌ now was nothing⁠‌ more than a greeting in an‌‍‌ alley.

“…That​‌ can’t be possible.”⁠‌​

And​ even if his‍‍‌ mother were here,‌ Vlad knew very‍ well that she⁠ wouldn’t point at‌ him.

It⁠​ was an unfavorable‍ and precarious situation‍‍‍ no matter who‍​ saw it, but‌‍​ Vlad was clearly⁠ moving step by⁠ step towards victory.⁠​‌

“…!”‌

In​‍‍ an instant, a flickering trace of‍ silver light appeared.⁠​

From⁠‍​ his abruptly forged‍​ stance, the blow‍‍ extended like an‍‍​ arrow and flew‌⁠​ towards Stephen’s face.⁠​

It‌⁠‌ was an attack​‌ that couldn’t be‍ easily responded to‌​‌ because it was‌‍ a move that‍‌ had never been‌​​ shown before.

“This⁠‌⁠ bastard…”

“Do​⁠‍ you want me​‍‍ to cut it?”‌‍‌

A single drop of‌‍‍ blood flowing down‍​ the cheek.

The‌​ tip of the⁠‌ humble knight’s sword‍‍‌ that Stephen had⁠⁠ ignored so much‍‍ passed through Stephen’s‍⁠ cheek.

“…!”​​​

Godin,‌​ who was standing​ outside the duel‌​​ arena as an‍​​ observer, even shuddered‍‍ for a moment⁠⁠ when he saw⁠⁠⁠ the blow just‌⁠​ now.

The‌‍ attack was superficial‌​‍ as it aimed‌‌ for speed, but‌ it caught him​ by surprise.

‘He’s‍ getting closer.’

Godin‌ noticed that the‌ gap between Stephen⁠ and Vlad was‌⁠ gradually narrowing.

It‍‌‍ was evidence that‌ Vlad also aspired‍ to victory in⁠ his own way.⁠‌‍

The⁠​⁠ achievements the boy⁠ had accumulated so‍⁠ far were made⁠​⁠ possible thanks to‌⁠⁠ someone else’s help‍ and were honors⁠⁠ that everyone should‍‍ share.

But‌ now, as a man carrying his⁠⁠⁠ own honor through‍ the title of⁠‍ knight, Vlad only‌‌ wanted to have⁠​ his own victory.‍‍‌

“If​​‌ Count Gaidar saw​ you now, he’d​ jump for joy,​‌ wouldn’t he?”

“…!”‍​

The‌‍ provocation shouldn’t end‌ in a meaningless⁠ echo.

It​ has to be‍‍ approached as an‍ existential threat, and⁠ it would be‍ perfect if he‌‍⁠ could humiliate the‍​‌ other person.

Just‍⁠⁠ like Vlad is‍ doing now.

“This,‌​ this bastard…”

As⁠ Stephen watched Vlad‍⁠ calmly take his‌‌‍ stance again, as‌ if this were​ a provocation, bright​‍ red bloodshot eyes​ began to form⁠​‌ around his eyes.⁠⁠

“Darn.”​

As​⁠ if he couldn’t‌​⁠ bear it anymore,​‌‍ an aura began‍‍ to bloom from​⁠⁠ the tip of‍‍​ Stephen’s sword.

Raising‌ aura is the‍ act of bringing​ the world out‍‍⁠ to the outside⁠ world.

It⁠ consumes a lot‌⁠ of mental power,⁠⁠‌ and the mental‌‍​ power consumed devours​⁠ your physical strength.‌

Godin⁠ clicked his tongue⁠‌ when he saw‌ Stephen, who had⁠‍‍ been wonderfully trapped⁠ in the child’s‍ intentions.

“…I’ve⁠‍ come this far.”​‍

Feeling‌​ the changing atmosphere⁠ of the battlefield,⁠‍ Jager quickly placed‍‌‌ his hand on‌​ the hilt of​ his sword.

“You’ll​ have to hold‍‌ on from now‍‌⁠ on.”

Jager,‍‌⁠ who stood as⁠ an observer, watched​ the scene in⁠⁠‌ front of him​‌​ with great attention.‌​

He‌‍ was preparing for​‌​ the worst and‌‍ was ready to⁠​ burst onto the⁠​ battlefield at any‌ moment.

“Die!‌‍ Humble bastard!”

[Here‍‍ it comes!]

The⁠‍‌ true horror of​⁠ greatsword handling lies​ in the continuous⁠⁠ succession of blows⁠‌‌ rather than the​ powerful blows contained‌⁠ in each of‌ them.

As⁠​ it is a weapon that is‌ not easy to​​ switch between attack‍‌ and defense, it‌‌‌ is a weapon‌‍ that must achieve⁠⁠‌ results with a single blow.

Therefore,‌⁠‍ only continuous attacks⁠ can compensate for​ the weaknesses of⁠‍ the greatsword.

“Ugh!”‍⁠‌

Boom!‌⁠ Clash! Boom!

The‌‌⁠ ground trembled in‌‌ all directions, and⁠​ a muddy rain‍‌‍ began to fall​​​ everywhere.

The​‍​ vibration felt like​ an earthquake had‌​ occurred, making it‍⁠ difficult for Vlad‌ to maintain his‌​ balance.

“Try‍⁠ to avoid this‍​‌ too!”

The​ battlefield was exploding⁠⁠⁠ as Stephen’s aura‌ swayed with anger.⁠

The‍​​ poorly cut grass‌‍ and soil rained​‌‌ down, blocking Vlad’s​ view.

[Hold​​ on, you have‌‍ to see it!]⁠⁠‍

Stephen’s‍​ furious sword was​‌ raised as if⁠​ it had been‍ waiting to follow​ Vlad’s dizzying footwork.⁠‌‍

‘Goddamn‌‍ it!’

It​ was a situation‌​‌ induced and the​​⁠ expected outcome, but⁠​‌ the reality we​ faced was not‌‍‌ easy.

Indeed,‍⁠​ Stephen’s world, which‌⁠ had been solidly‌‍‌ built with the‌ support of the⁠⁠ Count’s family, still​ had a power‍ that Vlad would​‍ find difficult to‌⁠⁠ access.

That​​ is, if it⁠ were normal for​ me to keep⁠ calm.

‘From⁠‌⁠ here on!’

If‍ you keep avoiding,‍ you might be​‍‍ able to draw.‍​⁠

Even‍​ if you lose,​‌‍ there are still‌ some achievements you​‍ can achieve.

However,‌‌ Vlad now wanted‍​ to escape the⁠‌ situation of avoiding,⁠ fleeing, and promising‍ next time.

‘…’​‍

There​⁠ is a knight⁠​ in front of​‌⁠ me who destroyed‍⁠​ his home.

That⁠⁠ day he fled​‍ from Rose’s smile‍​⁠ and from Soara,⁠​ but he no​ longer wanted to​⁠ back down in​ front of that‍⁠‍ man.

“Ugh!”‌

Watch​‍‍ carefully.

Now⁠​⁠ I am proud⁠ and dignified.

I did my best​⁠ to get here.‍

For‍ some, it may⁠‍⁠ have been a qualification given at‍ birth, but for‌‍ Vlad, it was​‌ the product of‌⁠‍ struggle.

The‍‍‌ boy had never‍ before stopped to‍ extend his current​​ sword.

‘There!’⁠​‍

There‍‍ was a small‌ visible gap.

Even‌ in the stormy​‍ flow of blows,⁠ there was a small gap that‍ Vlad could reach⁠⁠⁠ Stephen through.

[Left!]‍​⁠

In​ an instant, a strong blow falls⁠⁠ on his shoulder.‍

“Tsk!”⁠

Following⁠ its owner’s will,​ the armor imbued‍‌ with the breath‍​‌ of the boy‍‌ desperately twisted Stephen’s​ trajectory.

It​​ was an armor‍ stolen from a Sacred Paladin who‍ had more confidence‍‌​ than anyone else⁠‍⁠ in following the‌ will of God.‌​

“How⁠​ dare you!”

A characteristic of a great sword that​‌ is difficult to‌ use at close‌⁠⁠ range due to⁠ its great length‌⁠ and weight.

It​‌ was Vlad’s burden‍‌​ that took away‌ the sword with‌ incredible speed and‍⁠ strange movements, but⁠‍‌ Stephen had already​​ learned several ways⁠​ to prepare for​ its weaknesses.

“Ugh!”​⁠

Strong​​ and solid.

Stephen’s‌‍‍ robust constitution, inherent⁠​ to his lineage,‍​ was in itself​⁠⁠ a formidable weapon.‌​

Stephen’s​ kick suddenly penetrates​⁠​ Vlad’s abdomen.

Additionally,​⁠‌ Stephen’s free left​​‌ hand was approaching​ Vlad’s face.

“Is​​ that enough?”

“Keuuk!”⁠​

However,​⁠‍ Vlad only blocked‍‍‌ Stephen’s blow with‌ his forehead as​ if showing off.​‍

“This‍​ is madness!”

Ramund’s‍‌ shiny forehead was‍​ clearly imprinted in‌‍‌ the boy’s memory.​

The‍ old knight, now‌​⁠ retired, spared no​​ effort in teaching​​ the knight of‍ Bayezid who would‍‌ be in charge⁠​‍ next.

[Now‍ is the time!]​

A moment, just this‍ present moment.

The​‌​ boy did his‌ best to take​ a single leap‌ that seized the‍‌ gap.

A noble person can⁠‍ rise even if‍ they fall, and⁠ a wealthy person⁠​ can recover even​ if they fail.​

However,​⁠‍ in alley life,‍​ where you only‍‌⁠ have to aspire​‍ to one opportunity,‌​​ you have to‌​⁠ risk everything in‌‍ that single chance.⁠⁠‍

Just⁠⁠ like the boy‌ now.

“Die!⁠‌ Son of a bitch!”

There’s⁠​​ no need to‍​‌ look further.

There’s‍ an opponent right‌ in front of‍‌​ you.

Since⁠ I couldn’t give⁠ up my vision,⁠ I had to⁠ approach and see‌⁠‌ the world that‌‍ had been waiting‍⁠‍ for Vlad, who​‌ closed his left‌​ eye.

Noble⁠‍‍ world. A prepared‍‌ world.

That’s⁠ why Stephen’s world‌​ looked down on‌⁠ him.

The‌⁠ tip of the‍‍‍ boy’s sword, dragged‍⁠ from the back‍ alley, reached its​ mark.

With‍⁠ my own world​‍‍ bursting into white.​

Here‌​⁠ in front of⁠​ everyone.

The‌​​ white snake entwined⁠​ in the tree⁠‍ let out a loud noise along⁠‌​ with the boy’s‌‌‌ world.

***‍​

“Am…‍ am I right?”‍

Blood⁠ dripped from Stephen’s‌ nape.

If‍ he had gone⁠‌ a little deeper,‍‍ Stephen probably would​⁠ have died.

“So…‌‍ I can get​‍ fair compensation, right?”‌‍​

The‌ end of a duel where everyone⁠⁠‌ falls silent.

The‌ boy’s sword reached⁠⁠‍ the tip of‍⁠ the nobleman’s neck,‌‍ and someone had‍​ to prevent the​ boy from reaching​‌​ the nobleman’s neck.‌​‌

“Answer‌ me!”

“Yes…”​‌

It‌ has finally come​​ to you.

Knight⁠ of the Blue‌​ Moonlight.

The⁠​ sword under the‍‌‍ moonlight that he⁠ had longed for‍‌ was finally seeing‍​​ him.

“So⁠‌ give it to⁠‌‍ me. You too.”‌​‌

That‍‌ day I lost​ my home.

I begged for my​ life with a dirty piece of​‌‌ meat.

So‌⁠ now I also‍ have to get‌‍‍ something.

“A​‌ knight receives a fair price. Godin⁠‍​ of Gaidar.”

A just cause, a just qualification.

And‍ only results.

The​⁠‍ boy climbed so‌‌⁠ far to get‍⁠‍ this result.

Therefore,‌⁠ it would be‍ natural to demand‍‌ compensation for the⁠​‍ victory.

“I‍‍ demand Stephen’s sword⁠ as payment for‌​‍ this duel.”

A knight only receives⁠ fair compensation.

The‌ person who first‌​ told him that‍​ was the Knight​ of the Blue⁠‌⁠ Moonlight who was⁠ looking right in​‍ front of him.‌​

A tearful child and⁠ a nobleman trembling‍​‌ from the cold‍ touch at the‍ tip of his‍ neck.

A blue moonlight knight⁠ blocking the boy’s‍⁠ sword and a one-eyed knight surrounding​‌‍ the boy.

On⁠ the battlefield where⁠ the swords of‍ the parties and⁠‌​ observers were chaotically‌​ intertwined, the priest‌‌‍ upholding the will‍‌ of God declared‍‍ with a trembling‍‌ voice.

“Victory,‌⁠​ the winner is​‍​ the knight of​⁠ Bayezid. Vlad of​‍ Soara!”

The‍⁠⁠ boy’s blonde hair‍ shone under the‍⁠ bright sun.

Like​‍‌ everyone present, you‍ will be attentive​ to the boy’s⁠ victory today.

This⁠‌ was the moment⁠‌⁠ when the boy’s⁠‍​ sword finally reached‍⁠ the world above.‌

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  • KenKaneki
    2 weeks ago

    shitty translation. and you are taking money for this?

    • Indra
      @KenKaneki
      Indra
      VIP Mortal Translator
      2 weeks ago

      I agree with you lol I translated the early chapters years ago when I was practically a beginner. If you want, you can compare them with the newer translations of the series, especially the SS, where you won’t find those kinds of errors.

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