Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 151

Beast of Possibility (1)

“Sorry. father.”

Today’s twilight was falling behind the man who bowed his head deeply.

Red twilight, a red head with his head bowed, and even a bloody bandage wrapped around the man’s hand.

Radu, who came with the strong warning sent from the north engraved on his body, was at a loss as if he did not know what to do.

“I guess…it couldn’t be helped. I understand.

A difficult voice heard through the dark shadows created by twilight.

Radu carefully raised his head, listening to a breathing sound that sounded like a moan.

“This generation’s Steel Duke… wasn’t such an easy person either.”

At the end of Radu’s line of sight, there was an old man struggling to stand up while clutching a cane.

An old man walking down the stairs, stepping on today’s fading sun.

His unsteady steps were slowly coming down the soft carpet towards Radu.

“Still, it’s a bit disappointing. “Son.”

“…!”

Despite his faltering steps, the old man came down quickly and hugged his son as if to comfort him, but Radu, who was in his arms, was only very nervous.

“After receiving so much hospitality from the North, I should have given back a little.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

A clear voice, different from the difficult voice just now.

The middle-aged man was looking at Radu’s red-stained left hand and stroking his rough beard as if he was unhappy about something.

“It’s shabby, not suitable for someone with the blood of a dragon.”

Defeat, dishonor, and even intense challenges to oneself.

Duke Sarnus, the Dragonblood Duke, could only keep his lips tightly shut as he looked at his son who had come all the way here with all kinds of unclean things on him.

“Thank you for coming. “Take a break.”

“……yes. father.”

The dark hall with just the two of them was suddenly filled with the light from candles, even though no one was lighting it.

My father’s young face seen in the light swaying back and forth with the wind.

Radu lowered his head again as he looked at the dragon blood ball’s face covered by the shadow.

“……Mirshea.”

“yes. father.”

The place where Radu bowed his head and left.

At Sarnus’s call, there was a shadow that slowly raised its head from the space where they believed they were alone.

“I guess that’s all for that guy.”

“……Is that so.”

Mirshea, who had a color similar to that of her father, was able to immediately understand what Duke Sarnus was talking about.

“If you hang on to fruit that is not ripe, it will only rot.”

A man compares his son, who inherited his blood, to a rotting fruit.

Unlike Radu, Mirshea, who was able to see through the darkness, was able to see what kind of expression his father was making right now.

“Anyway, I’m curious to see how far this son will grow up.”

The dragon blood ball’s hands, which had become smooth without a single wrinkle, carefully put down the staff that was no longer needed.

“This is my first time experiencing the possibility of spraying mud.”

Candles light up in places where sunlight does not reach throughout the dark hall.

The shimmer they created illuminated the blue eyes of the oldest dragon.

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The walls of Deremar, where the war ended, were full of pitch-black soot that still clung to them.

Blood stains still splattered throughout Deirmar, along with piles of ash.

And the occasional sound of someone crying showed that Deirmar was still groaning from the wounds of war.

“Cluck cluck cluck.”

Although the war was won, what remains here is nothing but inevitable gloom.

In this city filled with the corpses of the dead and the groans of the wounded, Josef just lay quietly on the bed and looked out the window.

“…Still nothing has changed.”

Josef’s weak body ultimately could not withstand the aftermath of the fierce siege.

Still, one would have thought it was fortunate that he collapsed after completing all his duties, but Jochev’s eyes as he looked toward the west were filled with anger that was difficult to calm down.

From the time he was young until now, Josef’s cursed body has constantly been holding him back.

“Do you think we’ve reached Nassau by now?”

“Maybe so. “The nearby lords won’t have the power to stop us.”

Zayard, who was next to him, seemed to understand Josef’s feelings and just looked out the window while quietly stroking his eye patch.

As Zayar said, Bayezid’s army is probably still marching toward the west without hesitation.

The battle was over, but the war had begun, and Bayezid deserved to pay the price for the western lords who dared to take the sword first.

“……okay. Was Vlad still weak?”

However, unlike those who moved forward, those who remained here had to face the wounds that had accumulated so far.

Any violent clash would inevitably result in scratches, and Josef, who was left unintentionally, had a duty to take care of those wounds.

“Is this your first time losing?”

“Officially, yes.”

Josef burst out laughing as he listened to Zayar’s words.

“The first opponent I lost to was Godin of Gaidar…”

Although the current situation was depressing, there was still reason to smile a little.

Although everything seemed gloomy in Deremar, there was still a small remnant of glory remaining in the city.

“Should I describe this as a good loss? “If you live up to the name Godin, you won’t be ignored anywhere.”

“I’m sure it’s a relief that he didn’t die.”

Zayar only wrinkled his lips as if he was displeased with Josef’s words, but he could not really refute his words.

As Josef said, there was a mountain in the world that was highly regarded just by climbing it.

These are rugged mountains where you can be applauded just for trying, no matter the outcome.

And Gaidar’s Godin, whom Vlad attempted, was definitely worth it.

“Whatever the outcome, Vlad will now enter the world of full-fledged knighthood.”

If there are falling stars, there are also rising stars.

Perhaps by the time the results of this war become widely known, every magistrate in the empire will have heard of one new name.

A rookie who ran through Gaidar’s formation and survived despite facing a powerful enemy called Godin.

Vlad of Shoara.

Now, it is a name that others recognize first without me having to shout it out first.

Seeing Zayar trying to deny that it was still a long way away, Josef just coughed and smiled.

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That bastard who climbed up the castle wall! What on earth is that!

It’s Vlad! Blue-eyed Vlad!

Nassau, the city of the Barony of Iznik.

The city, which had already been burned down by Rutger, pointed its spear at Bayezid’s army, but it was not a very meaningful action.

“Are you going to open the door or not?”

“…Keuuu.”

The path I walked was overflowing with blood, and the blue eyes I was looking at were full of murder.

Indeed, as much as the notoriety spread in the West, Bayezid’s young knight did not hang mercy on the tip of his sword.

“If you don’t answer this time, you will die. “Are you the only one who opened the door here?”

“I will open it.”

Nassau, a city that initially had only a few hundred land troops.

Nassau’s power was further weakened due to the walls already being destroyed and not functioning properly and the excessive support sent to sympathize with Gaidar, and Peter, the commander-in-chief of this war, was fully aware of this weakness.

“But you. “What did you say to me earlier?”

“yes yes?”

There were only about ten knights, but they took control of the castle walls as well as Peter expected.

Even if the number was small, the knights’ name value was greater than that of hundreds of soldiers.

“They say you have blue eyes. “Vlad the Blue Eyes.”

Vlad smiled as if it was fun and frowned when he saw Rutger passing by.

Blue eyes.

Isn’t it too weightless for a title to be used in front of a knight?

Knock knock!

Whatever Vlad’s complaints, Nassau’s drawbridge began to sink beneath the moat along with its heavy iron chains.

Only a knight can stand against a knight.

Unfortunately, Nassau did not have skilled knights who could stand against Bayezid’s knights.

“Each commander, make sure to convey this to your soldiers.”

As he watched the drawbridge slowly coming down in front of him, Peter once again issued a cold warning.

“No looting is allowed in Nassau. Anyone who violates this will be severely punished.”

The soldiers around them swallowed their saliva without realizing it at Peter’s stern command.

No matter how strict the military discipline is, looting that occurs secretly is something that cannot be helped.

However, Peter Bayezid was in complete control of the army through a presence that was harsher than the cold of the North Wind.

“Enter.”

“All right. “Count.”

City Nassau.

The northernmost port city that never freezes.

Although it was customary in fief wars to guarantee each lord’s right to rule according to an implicit promise, Peter had no intention of following that custom in Nassau.

“If possible, I would like to obtain it without much loss.”

From the beginning, I thought I would take at least this city.

Yearning for a wider world is not necessarily a privilege that only young boys have.

Bayezid also no longer wanted to be confined to the north.

“Run to the harbor! “Do you know where it is?”

“The way we came in is completely different!”

After confirming that the drawbridge was lowered, the knights hurriedly ran down the castle walls and began running toward the port of Nassau.

At the vague end, a huge ship that I had not seen before began to spread its sails.

“As expected, I was preparing to jump out!”

Like Vlad’s cry, Baron Iznik probably intended to do this from the beginning.

Gaidar, who was on board, fell to the ground, and he would not be able to stop the northern army that had descended to the west with his own strength.

“run!”

Rutger’s knights, each with their own world, began to hurriedly run toward the port.

“To the one who reaches the port first….”

“Noir-!”

Before Rutger finished speaking, Vlad began shouting loudly toward the gate.

It may be inevitable to lose Baron Iznik, but it is also inevitable to covet the wealth he has amassed.

War was a monster that ate gold coins, and the gold coins were clearly the wealth that the loser had to pay for.

“What about the one who gets there first?”

“…Anyway, I’ll take care of you a lot.”

He only called one name, but Rutger sighed as he saw the black horse sticking close to him.

“I’m looking forward to this winter when the settlement money will come out.”

“If we set sail now, it would be all in vain.”

Even though he said so, Rutger knew that Vlad with Noir would reach the port faster than anyone else.

The sight of me going through Gaidar’s formation was still vivid to my eyes.

“let’s go!”

Heeheeh-!

There was a black horse running downhill towards the harbor with Vlad shouting.

The blue sea sparkles under the summer sun.

The blue moonlight that had hung in his world lingered in Vlad’s eyes as he looked at that light.

“You must not let it go to the port!”

“Stop that bastard! Stop him!”

Looking at the soldiers blocking him, Vlad quietly closed his left eye on top of the running Noir.

Vlad’s world has now come into its own.

“Get out of my way, you bastards!”

It may be unreachable now, but there are things that do not change.

Godin’s moon no longer hung high in the night sky, but to Vlad it was still a shining moon.

Vlad’s own color, neither white nor green nor blue, began to wave like waves from the tip of the sword.

The beginning of the golden world probably began with the blue moonlight rising next to the bonfire.