Star-Embracing Swordmaster - Chapter 243

Between the cracks (1),

warm sunlight was shining through the lush leaves.

Today’s forest was so quiet and clear that it was hard to believe that it was the place where yesterday’s fierce battle took place.

Even the corpses that had been running wild in the quiet forest, where only the chirping of birds could be heard, fell into a deep sleep from which they would never wake up again, as if they had finally found rest.

“Are you awake?”

However, eternal sleep only applied to the dead.

Unlike them who would lie down forever, Vlad, who had just opened his eyes, slowly turned his head as he heard the girl’s voice in his ear.

“…….”

“They said that guy didn’t die. thank god. “Right?”

As if the price of embracing the World Tree was not high, unbearable pain was still rising throughout Vlad’s body.

Therefore, she was not even able to say the right words, but the young priestess continued to chatter as if she already knew what Vlad wanted to say.

“But they say you could get seriously injured and lose the use of one arm.”

“Okay.”

It was Vlad who had exhausted all his energy to speak due to yesterday’s fierce battle.

However, the priestess in front seemed to be feeling awkward, so she started to raise her body and straighten her back.

“…That’s good enough.”

Bright sunlight was shining on the head of the priestess who was facing the window.

The platinum-blond hair shining completely white was a sparkle that was hard to resist for Vlad, who had just opened his eyes, but he was still able to make out the small art book the priestess was holding.

“What is that? Is it a revelation?”

“no.”

She was a priest who used to give revelations through pictures, but today she was smiling as if that wasn’t the case.

“You don’t need any revelations from Vlad anymore.”

For some reason, the words the priestess had just spoken had a strange resonance.

Vlad, who was distracted by her words for a moment, could suddenly see a sheet of pure white drawing paper resting on his hand.

“He said he was grateful. “For drawing a great picture for me.”

“……okay?”

It was drawing paper torn from the art album he was holding.

It was a piece of drawing paper that seemed insincere enough, but a small smile began to appear on Vlad’s face as he looked at the drawing.

“But you still can’t draw.”

“huh?”

As always, the picture was all crooked.

The drawing, which looked as if it had been drawn by a child, depicted a young boy smiling brightly despite being a tree, and himself standing next to it holding a sword.

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A very deep place in the city of elves.

There was a pitiful sound of someone shouting in the elves’ prison, which was completely dark, unlike the sunny outside.

“Oh God! please!”

An urgent sound was coming from Count Vitskaya, who was hanging upside down.

It seemed like he had been severely tortured because he was covered in blood, but it seemed like he had been interrogated by a highly skilled expert as there did not appear to be any fatal wounds.

“Bishop Pierre! My faith in God has never wavered! “If I were to memorize the prayer even now, I would be able to memorize it without making a single mistake… Kwaaaa!”

Although the count was claiming his innocence in an earnest voice, the priest in front of him did not seem to have any intention of listening to his confession

.

Bishop Pierre, who was holding a hot iron instead of a Bible, just peeled off the remaining skin with a calm expression and asked the count:

“Since when have you been cheating?”

“Off! Kwaaaa!”

“Five years ago? “Is it older than that?”

Even the elves standing outside the bars turned their heads as if they could not bear to watch as the terrible screams echoed inside the prison.

However, as a faithful follower of God’s will, Pierre simply did his job silently to find the truth even in this hellish scene.

“You’d better not do anything foolish in front of me. “You were already an impure person that even the Vatican was keeping an eye on.”

“Hmm!”

The Count’s face became increasingly pale as Pierre said that he had been watching him for a long time.

Bishop Pierre. An exorcist and heresy inquisitor that the Vatican was proud of.

In front of him, who said he killed dozens of evil beings and hundreds of unbelievers he directly burned, Count Vitskaya was just a mere ounce of existence.

“…It’s not like it’s inside or inside.”

“The elves here said that Absilon is not an item that can induce suicide in the first place.”

Pierre put down the iron he was holding, picked up a small pair of pliers, and asked.

It was a pair of tongs that seemed like they couldn’t harm anyone, but the Count was actually more afraid of the small tongs whose purpose he couldn’t figure out than the hot iron.

“Even though it may be addictive that you can’t quit.”

“…….”

Absilon, the elves’ drug that shook the capital city of Brigantes.

The number of court nobles who committed suicide after coming into contact with the drug was in the dozens, so it must have been a product that could not be distributed without a malicious mind.

“Where does it come from? “At what point was pitch-black poison added to the elves’ desire for revenge?”

However, even the elves who created this Absilon said that it was not a drug made to kill someone.

They said that although they may have intended to slowly sicken the empire, they did not want such an extreme outcome.

The elves knew very well that if they really did that, Aussurin would be in danger from the Empire.

“From what I see, it looks like this four months came from your territory?”

Someone added poison to the empire.

I put up a shield called the Elves in front of me.

Through the count’s trembling eyes, Pierre was able to become convinced that there were beings who incited hatred between each other by borrowing other people’s names.

“Is this really what the Dragon Blood Ball did?”

Constantly drawing and dividing lines between each other.

There were people smiling amidst the deep conflict that arose.

A faithful servant of God finally began to point a small torch at those people who were coiled up in every corner of the world.

“I’ll tell you! So please!”

Pierre, who acted in anger instead of the holy word of God for the straight path I believe in.

However, the appearance of the poisonous insects that Pierre heard through the count’s mouth was much uglier than Pierre had expected.

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Angry sounds were coming out of the damp hallway.

These were strange voices that gave me goosebumps just to listen to, but Josef, who was secretly eavesdropping through a crack in the door, just kept his ears up and focused.

-We have to disperse again now. We’ve already shown too much.

-We’ve barely come together like this, so let’s split up again? If we do that, it might take hundreds of years!

Beyond the door where Josef was standing, dozens of warlocks were talking fiercely with blood on their necks.

If you include the silent warlocks, there were probably hundreds of them, but the fact that no sound could be heard still bothered Josef.

-If you don’t do it now, you won’t have another chance in the future! There has never been a time in history when the empire was in such chaos as it is now!

Now that Ramachut has retreated for a moment due to the wounds he received from Vlad, the warlocks she has summoned slowly begin to sink their teeth.

Even though they belonged to the same world, they each had different dreams. They began to raise their voices to each other as if now was their chance to achieve their goals.

-Now is the time for us to step up and rule the empire! This is truly the birth of a great magic empire!

-I’m not interested in such trivial matters. I’m just curious about the world-creating drink she said she wanted.

-Let’s start with the Vatican and the Northern Orthodox Church! Are there one or two of your colleagues who have been harmed by those guys?

Some people have ambitions that they can’t achieve, others can’t find the truth, and some people want revenge that is deep in their bones.

Josef could see that each word they spoke contained a pitch-black poison that would turn the world black.

However, because they are so extreme that no one listens, their words have so far been empty and have not reached anyone.

-……First of all, it is true that now is the right time for us to achieve something.

Until a woman named Ramasht brought them together.

At that moment, Josef noticed a familiar voice coming from inside the door.

An unknown headless knight who is Ramasht’s henchman.

When the man who had guided Josef into the deep hallway opened his mouth, the warlocks who had been furious just a moment ago began to fall silent.

-For that to happen, we all agreed on the fact that Ramasht’s feat must be achieved first.

What feat was LaMarshut trying to accomplish first?

What tricks have they implemented so far to do that?

Josef’s ears began to move closer to the door to hear the Headless Horseman’s voice trying to say that.

-Although the Dragon Blood Lord betrayed us, we have another piece of the dragon.

Radu’s army surrounding the city of Moshiam clearly looked suspicious.

I don’t know now, but it seems that up until then, Dragon Blood Ball and Lama Chute had been in the same group and had lured her out through an item called a dragon fragment.

-In addition, we have now collected a lot of children’s potential, including the essence of spirits. Now all you need is the roots of the World Tree.

The most perfect piece in the world and the young potential to become anything.

And to the roots of the world tree that can rise all the way to the sky.

-Now, if you collect just that, Ramasut will become the master of the world you will create.

Through them, Ramasht wanted to become a god.

Even for the sake of the delicate children who are simply ignored by the current world.

Perhaps in the world she dreamed of, no children would suffer, but the way she chose to do so was the worst sacrilege anyone could ever imagine.

“…!”

Josef, who had finally realized Ramasht’s true purpose, let out a muffled scream.

In response to her grandiose plan that surpasses any mortal’s imagination, Josef let out a sigh that came from deep in his heart without even realizing it

.

And in this space where no one breathes, the breath that Josef exhales is so foreign.

The headless knight noticed the breathing and began to push the chair away, making a sharp noise.

-Who are you?

The sound of the headless person’s footsteps coming from inside the door was getting closer.

However, Josef, who had nowhere to run, was unable to hide his embarrassment and had no idea where to go.

-After all, you are the only one. Joseph of Bayezid.

Through the slowly opening door, a blue flower floated by a headless knight was flowing.

As his eyes, which were infinitely cold because they contained death, swept over him, Josef felt as if his heart had stopped.

-…….

But the headless knight no longer approached Josef.

I just stared at the top of Josef’s head and was as frozen as ice.

-Are you back?

“okay.”

Josef was suddenly startled by a voice coming from above his head.

“I sent you on an errand, but it looks like you got lost.”

Although Josef was not a knight, he was a man with a natural sense of sensitivity.

But now, standing behind him was a man who had lost all color.

The man, who I don’t know how long he had been standing, opened his mouth as he looked at the blue natural flower standing in front of him.

“Let me take this guy.”

-……Okay, Mr. Frausen.

“Oh and.”

Frausen turned Josef’s stiff shoulders and led him out with natural gestures.

“The dragon’s heart is not yours yet, is it?”

Pointing to your heart with your raised finger.

“If you want to get the rightful ownership of this, you will have to kill Sarnus first, as promised.”

You are the flying piece of death.

Because that was the contract we made that day in the forest.

With those words, the man who came back from the dead and the man who was heading to death began walking down the dark hallway.

It may have been a hallway they could not escape from no matter how many times they walked, but even so, they just kept walking forward.