Star-Embracing Swordmaster - Chapter 218

In the continuing flow, (2)

it was early morning.

It was one of those mornings where the morning sun rising from afar turned the sky near the horizon yellow, but the sky above was still dark.

Josef

was scribbling with a pen in the shaking carriage.

The palm-sized notebook he was holding was full of neatly written letters, and the feather pen he had just passed by had just drawn down a name that had been written there.

“…He became Baron Moldavir.”

A thick, black vertical line was drawn where Josef’s pen passed.

I don’t know what the horizontal lines mean, but Josef’s notebook was already filled with the names of nobles drawn here and there.

“I wanted to talk to him a little more, but it turned out to be a shame.”

“It couldn’t be helped.”

Zayar, who was sitting across from Josef, clicked his tongue in disappointment and opened his mouth.

“Because Vlad almost destroyed the market in Kisignor. “It was enough for Baron Moldavir to swarm and drive him out.”

At the end of Xayar’s gaze, as if asking him to take a look, there was Vlad quietly following behind the carriage.

Vlad, who was riding a black horse with a fierce personality, just smiled awkwardly at Josef’s gaze on him.

“Well, even if I were a baron, I would have been kicked out.”

But Josef’s black eyes were not looking at Vlad.

He was just looking at the knights following him, holding a flag.

“Imperial Military Police.”

Distinct white lightning engraved inside the black flag.

Although its prestige has decreased compared to before, the Imperial Military Police, responsible for the security of the imperial capital, was still one of the knight corps envied by knights on the continent.

“Now you have a pretty cool flag on your back. “Vlad.”

Josef smiled brightly as he saw Vlad following along the rising flames from behind.

It was a gloomy journey, but the new winds brought by Vlad seemed to help Josef breathe a little.

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“They say the Bayezid family has already decided on Rutger as their successor.”

“…….”

“Well, I had already investigated that you had a special relationship with Josef Bayezid.”

As I was walking silently, an unwelcome voice came from behind me.

The voice belonged to the man who had been following Vlad all the way from the city of Kisignor.

“…Why on earth do you keep following me?”

As soon as he heard the crash of the carriage window in front of him, Vlad immediately turned around and started growling.

“Go quickly and find the real culprit who killed Auguste.”

To other knights, they were members of the Imperial Military Police who would have been honored just by showing their faces, but to Vlad, they were just men who were not very welcome.

Not only did they misunderstand them as criminals, but they were the ones who got kicked out of Kisignor.

“You’re looking for it now.”

“Because it’s not me.”

“I know that, but the investigation process is like that.”

When I first saw him, Rodrigo was full of anger, but now he was a sly investigator.

“After all, you were the last witness with Master Auguste. “Wouldn’t it be a shame to listen to the circumstances of such a person?”

“under.”

After hearing Rodrigo’s answer, Vlad shook his head and let out a short sigh.

There was nothing wrong with what Rodrigo said, but I knew that his interest was in something completely different.

“Don’t misunderstand. This is not the Sword Master’s sword. “It’s just my sword.”

Hum –

Vlad secretly showed the sword to the knights, who clearly misunderstood something, and revealed the truth, but the dragon slayer sword that came out, contrary to the owner’s thoughts, just cried without notice.

“Oh oh!”

“A silver knight indeed!”

Beings that welcome each other because they originate from the same metal.

The knights of the military police took out the coins they had and began to express exclamation as if they were thrilled by the sound of the resonating metals.

“…It’s not like that.”

“Even if it’s not true, my subordinates might think so. “Because coins bought with honor only respond to the same true silver.”

“So, you’ve been saying it since before. “It just happened because the coins you were holding melted.”

Jin-eun’s coin was a price of honor given only to knights who sacrificed themselves.

A rare coin that can only be received by people like Ramund, who wandered the continent to train the next generation after retirement, Steel Duke, the keeper of the oath, or current knights who gave up their surnames after their names to join the Imperial Military Police. It was.

“No, this coin cannot be melted. “Lord Vlad.”

Because it was such a rare coin, Vlad had no choice but to not know the inside story about it.

And how nonsensical what he is saying right now is.

“True silver is a metal that does not change. “It doesn’t rust over time or break under force.”

“…….”

Rodrigo answered softly, smiling at Vlad, who was furious and said no.

“Of course it doesn’t melt from the heat. Even the last blast furnace of the dwarves that existed all those years ago was nothing more than a way to persuade Jin-eun.”

“…But this was made by a blacksmith.”

“Then it looks like the blacksmith was good at persuading the sword.”

Do what you need to do where you need to be.

True silver was a noble metal that knew where it should take itself.

“Anyway, this sword is not the sword of the founding king, it is really my sword.”

“Then let’s say yes.”

Rodrigo, who had already driven his horse to the side, looked down at the dragon slayer sword that was still humming and continued speaking.

“Anyway, there is no doubt that you were chosen by Jin Eun.”

What should follow should be the name, not the form.

I don’t know where it came from, but it is an imperial sword that is close to its original form.

And even a silver sword that received the blessing of Jin Eun.

Vlad was denying it for a long time, but Rodrigo was certain that his will had been followed.

“But was there ever a sword of his in the elven forest? “Sir Auguste once reported that there was someone there with a sword drawn.”

“…I really don’t know about that.”

Vlad could see that Rodrigo’s eyes, looking at him from earlier, were filled with a strange desire.

And if you say that you have chosen the real silver knight, the heat in your eyes will increase.

“Well, since we have a lot of time, let’s take our time and investigate. “Now we’re heading to the next city too.”

“Are you planning on following me there?”

The city rising high in front of Josef’s carriage, which was at the front, began to appear.

It was a city so huge that it was difficult to compare it to Kisignor, the city we passed by earlier.

“It would be best for you to join us until there. “The city of Valletta is like a supply base for us.”

City Valletta.

A city with the strongest walls in the central region.

And it is also the capital of the County of Arnstein.

“Count Arnstein, the owner of Valletta, has a close relationship with the courtier.”

Rodrigo was saying that he would pay in Valletta for being kicked out of Kisignor, but Vlad was not paying any particular attention to what he said.

“……Arnstein.”

The city of Valletta, which was getting closer, was tightly surrounded by walls as large as the northern Sturm.

Vlad thought that the figure of Valletta, which looked solid and had no dents, looked exactly like a knight he had encountered before.

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On a night with a bright full moon, there was a carriage moving alone under the cover of darkness.

The carriage, escorted by headless knights, seemed not to be pleased with the moonlight shining in the night sky and was moving only through pitch black shadows.

“As expected, you’re not running.”

The woman with hair that started out green but ended up black put her hand on the chest of Frausen, who was sitting in front of her, and smiled.

“He jumped so violently when he faced the dragon.”

“……”

The woman’s smile was so kind that anyone would want to hug her, but Frausen, who had lost all color, was just sitting there like a corpse.

It was as if no smile could make Frausen’s heart beat anymore.

“…Are the preparations you were talking about going well? “I said I would find land to take root.”

“Thank you for showing interest in me. your majesty.”

Frausen twitched his eyebrows for a moment at the title given by the woman, but his expression soon returned to a stiff expression.

“It’s going well. “This time, we also acquired quite useful talent.”

The fallen saint, LaMashut, lowered her head as if she was appalled by Frausen’s attention, but her hands were actually chopping his chest mercilessly.

This is because the emperor who returned from the dead needed her magic engraved into the sculpture to move as he wished.

“Is this a guy you can trust?”

“I don’t know if I can trust him or not.”

Following her fluidly moving fingers, red flakes began to run over the blackened blood stains.

It was the beating of the most perfect piece that originated from the most perfect dragon, but now became Frausen’s heart.

“I believe that no matter how smart a person is, he or she will be afraid of the coming death.”

“…….”

Frausen’s focus was gradually coming back as his heart began to beat little by little.

The first place he looked was the jewelry box that the woman in black kept so dear.

“If I keep taking steps like this, one day I will be able to find a land to be with my children.”

The woman who fled from death was mad, and the emperor who returned from death was exhausted.

However, there was only silence in the carriage where the two were facing each other.

“Unlike in Moshiam, I hope this time you will accomplish what you set out to do.”

The woman’s jewelry box that Frausen was looking at was filled with the tears of trees that had now cooled down.

They came from fragments of the Mother World Tree that Frausen had transplanted himself back when he still had a beating heart.

“…Then I will be able to finish what I want to do.”

For a world where children can smile, free from the pain and anguish created by adults.

For a world where no possibility is trampled by the most perfect dragon.

“…….”

In order to create such a world, Frausen made an effort to look away from the crying jewel box.

The young knight Quijano would not have done so, but the old emperor Frausen was a man who had learned to compromise with reality.

The carriage was running.

The carriage that did not step on the world created by God was still only gliding towards some land in the central region.

Frausen stroked the silver knight who was no longer crying and closed his heavy eyelids.