Star-Embracing Swordmaster – 37



Vlad of Shoara

“….”

A white snake wrapped around a lone tree on a low hill.

In the boy’s world a being that could not be seen was quietly listening with his eyes closed.

Tong-

The white snake emitting a brilliant light was slowly stretching while listening to the sound echoing from the mansion.

Tong-

It was definitely an unfamiliar sound but it contained traces of someone he had dreamed of for a long time.

Therefore the snake was happy to hear the sound and raised its head.

High in the sky high in the sky.

“—–!”

Then he opened his mouth wide and let out a sound that no one could hear anymore.

Although that lonely sound started from the ground it was recognized only by heaven.

Shootaaa-

It was raining.

These were things that responded to the snake’s voice.

The snake was satisfied with the falling rain.

Because the same scene was unfolding as it was when I landed on the tree all those years ago.

The small clouds called by the snake were clumping together and blocking out today’s sun.

The rain falling from the sun-soaked clouds was a warm rain suitable for a spring day.

It was rain only for boys.

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Everyone was silent.

Tong-

I couldn’t even breathe and just watched the scene in front of me.

“Huh!”

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Bright red drops of blood were scattered.

They were things that flowed out from the boy’s forcible grasp.

An unadorned sword held tightly as if it would never let go.

Red light was flowing along it.

The boy’s vivid will flowed along the sword.

“What the hell is this….”

Everyone was astonished at the sight they were seeing now.

The movement of the blond boy cutting off the knight’s sword from his squire.

Unh-uh-uhh-uhh

And I don’t know if it was an illusion but even the sound of the sword crying.

[….]

This was not the sound of the voice in the boy’s soul.

It was the sound made by an unadorned sword made with an old man’s dream bought with a girl’s tears and wielded by a boy’s will.

The boy’s sword was crying.

‘That’s not what I showed you to do!’

Jayar who was watching this scene unconsciously adjusted his eye patch and showed a look of embarrassment.

Vlad was anxious.

When he thought he was moving forward he suddenly saw traces of the powerful blocking his path.

Even though he couldn’t walk yet the boy wanted to run as quickly as possible because he wanted to see the invisible end.

It shouldn’t be like that.

A strong leap could only be made on solid ground.

Therefore it was shown with the intention of calming Vlad’s impatience for a while.

‘I showed you to stick to the basics but you’re already using them!’

Before I knew it that guy was stealing what was his and using it.

I was freely learning and using things that were not taught.

This should not have happened.

A perplexed teacher an astonished crowd a worried woman.

“….”

And even Josef who chose certain defeat for the outcome of the lesser evil.

In the silence of each person’s own reasons the only thing that can be heard in the hall is the sound of swords clashing with swords.

Kyaang-!

The boy’s sword which was as thin as a thin thread had clearly lost its sharpness but was instead filled with a firm will.

I will move forward.

To the place where those shining things that were not allowed to me are.

“….”

Pablo kept his mouth firmly shut as he watched the boy approaching him step by step.

He could have ended it at any time but he didn’t.

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There was still a hint of intention behind the stumbling the boy was showing now.

Unh-uh-uhh-uhh-

And because the sword was crying.

Pablo was watching the boy’s sword closely listening to the sword’s cry more clearly because it was closer.

‘no way.’

I wasn’t sure but this was a foreshadowing.

I never thought it would happen in the same place as it is now but sometimes young seeds tend to put down roots even in places they shouldn’t.

And if what you think is right.

“Sigh!”

Pablo must do his duty as a knight.

Because I vowed to do so.

Pablo made up his mind and struck Vlad with his sword with all his might.

It was not a strike intended to subdue the boy.

It was meant to be pulled out.

The world of a boy trying to blossom.

From the moment he heard the sound of the sword the concept of a duel had long disappeared from Pablo’s mind.

What I am about to do from now on is a knight’s duty and an honor.

“Try to block it!”

The boy’s sword cried with each strike the knight made.

A sparkle leaked out with each counterattack the boy made.

“…What is that?”

“The sword is shining?”

While people were buzzing as they looked at the faint light coming from the boy’s sword.

A shining sword.

The knights who knew what that meant slowly began to stand up.

Vlad’s teacher Zayardo.

And Duncan the bloody old knight.

Colin who had just tasted defeat.

“…I’m not usually a guy.”

And even Joubert who caused this whole situation.

Everyone regardless of friend or foe.

Because they were all knights.

Sigh-

The sound of the chairs being pushed and dragged by the knights was mixing with the sound of swords clashing with each other.

The boy’s sword was shining.

He was trying to develop his own color.

All young and delicate things in this world deserve to bloom.

Possibility is a beautiful thing and young things that can express it into their own world are precious.

That is why you must protect the moment.

Because that’s the article.

“shield! “Give me a shield!”

Pablo shouted urgently as he finally saw the light radiating from the boy.

Following Pablo’s urgent cry his servant lifted the shield and threw it into the duel arena.

“Come!”

Arnstein’s Pablo.

Taang-!

He made a loud noise as he clashed his sword and shield.

A bright yellow light starting from his closed left eye began to surround his body.

“I am Arnstein’s Pablo!”

Pablo’s shout echoed throughout the hall.

So that everyone here can hear.

He looked at the boy and said he was not qualified.

This battlefield is not honorable and this is not a duel.

That’s why he said he wouldn’t tell his name.

“Say your name! Boy!”

But now he was holding a shield and shouting his own name loudly.

Towards a boy who has the same qualifications as himself and is fully honored.

“I am….”

In his gradually fading mind Vlad was walking along the fading memories.

I walked through a dark back alley and past a blacksmith shop with a shining star on it.

Cross your now broken nest and go to a place full of shining things.

One road difference.

Light and darkness follow it.

There is a difference in whether there is an opportunity available or not.

A crossroads where your life is chosen depending on where you were born.

I walked along that road.

The boy took a step toward a place he had never been to before.

Toward the sparkling place.

A boy who was born in an undeserving place but walks towards a shining place.

You have proven your worth.

So shout out.

“…I am Vlad of Shoara.”

With the boy’s small cry the unadorned sword began to be engulfed in light.

A new flower was blooming while the sword-wielding worlds watched.

“—-!”

Rain was falling from the sky for the boy.

Even though the young seed took root under the dirty mud full of poison it did not stop looking upward and did not hesitate to embrace the stars.

That’s why I was able to shine the light here and now.

“Come! Vlad of Shoara!”

The intense light created by the collision between the newly blossoming world and the solid world began to fill the hall.

A flower that finally bloomed with that light.

The roots of the flower the boy created were intensely white.

The stem of the flower the boy created was flexible and green.

And the color of the petals that the boy bloomed.

“Hwaaaah!”

The sad blue color of the moon.

Blue moonlight came through the wall that Pablo had built.

The boy who borrowed his name lifted the moon today.

Vlad of Shoara.

A new world has blossomed today.

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“…Good job.”

Pablo said as he hugged the boy who came into his arms.

Even though his eyes were white he turned towards the boy who never let go of his sword.

Red blood was flowing down the tip of the boy’s sword which he held onto until the end.

Those who know the situation pay respect to the boy who has just awakened the world.

Those who didn’t know were slowly opening their mouths about the boy’s suddenly brightly shining sword.

“Auror…Auror!”

The usurper who was completely absorbed in the piece of meat in front of him shouted loudly and ran out to the center of the hall.

“Using aurors in a duel is prohibited! Vlad of Shoara is disqualified!”

Those who are obsessed with profit even when they see a beautiful flower in front of them they think about the fruit that will bear when the flower falls.

Ender’s appearance was exactly the same.

Some people who had finally understood the situation in response to Ender’s shout nodded.

“He was an Auror.”

“The seed is an Auror?”

“Isn’t he Bayezid’s squire? Now that I think about it the color of the armor I’m wearing is…”

When people found out about the identity of the light that started from the boy’s sword they were slowly talking and talking about the sight they had just seen.

“…”

There was a man quietly coming down from the VIP section.

Even though he came down without saying a word everyone here was paying attention to him.

Because he had that much presence and deserved it.

Josef of the Bayezid family.

A man of noble blood stood before the knight holding his squire.

“thank you.”

Then he bowed his head deeply and expressed his gratitude.

“Thank you for doing your knightly duty for my squire.”

“It was just my job.”

Pablo who handed Vlad over to Zayar who followed him bowed his head to match Josef.

“Priest.”

After expressing his gratitude to Pablo for doing his best to break Vlad out of his shell Josef turned his head and quietly opened his mouth to the priest.

“Were you an Auror?”

“That’s right.”

Josef quietly nodded in response to the priest’s answer.

If so you are disqualified.

The rules of this duel prohibited Aurors in order to avoid killing.

but.

“Then let me ask you one more question.”

Josef asked looking at the usurper sitting drooling in front of him with cold eyes.

“Which is a higher concept: the rules of the sacred duel or the discipline of the sword master?”

“…Ah as expected.”

The priest touched his forehead and sighed as if he had come to terms with Joseph’s question.

Sword Master.

Master of the sword.

An honorable title that only one person recognized by the times can have.

And there was a discipline with an honorable title that only one person in human history possessed.

It was something every knight had to follow.

“…This is a matter that I cannot decide right here and now.”

The priest who was in charge of the duel raised both his hands as if to signal surrender.

“The sword master’s discipline is honor and duty and it is also related to royal authority. “As someone who follows God’s will this is an area I cannot dare to decide.”

“…Is that so?”

Josef smiled at the priest’s answer.

This is it.

“Ender Hainal.”

Ender who was making a strange expression as if the situation was strange answered Josef’s call.

“What’s going on?”

Josef thought as he looked at Ender who was looking at him with a puzzled expression.

I asked you to buy me time and you created an opportunity.

I tried to choose the lesser evil but I ended up with a suboptimal result.

So I will definitely make use of this opportunity you gave me.

“The duel is reserved.”

At Josef’s answer cracks began to appear on Ender’s face like drying mud.

Reservation.

A word that is neither disqualification nor defeat nor abstention.

Josef was saying that he would postpone the outcome of the duel for now.

“What is that?”

“Discipline and rules are intertwined.”

A man with dark eyes said with a smile as dark as his shadow.

“No one here can say what takes precedence so I think I should report the current situation to the capital where the Vatican and the royal family are located.”

Pablo took up the shield of his own volition to protect his knightly duties.

From the moment he raised his shield what happened here was not an honorable duel.

Sword Master’s Discipline.

Pablo who swore to follow the rules to become a knight today contributed to awakening a new world just as someone long ago intended.

Does honor or duty come first?

No one here will be able to answer that.

The noble people who could answer that question were not here but in Brigantes the capital of the empire.

“I propose to hold off on today’s results until a clear decision is made there.”

Ender’s mouth opens stupidly.

It doesn’t matter what words come out of his mouth from now on.

Because Josef had no intention of letting go of the cause he had in his mouth.

Because it was a precious opportunity created by a boy who no one paid attention to and who he himself could not have predicted.

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All young and delicate things in this world deserve to bloom.

Possibility is a beautiful thing and young things that can express it into their own world are precious.

So you should protect that moment.

All who bear the honorable sword swear in the name of I Frausen founding king and swordmaster.

You will do your duty.

That is my first discipline.