Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 8

Broken Nest (1)

A man in armor was sitting on a rock and cleaning his sword.

“You can’t lie about your age. Now the winter wind is entering my bones.”

His grumbling sword was covered in red blood.

“…….”

Behind the rock he was sitting on, there was a corpse lying that could not be completely hidden by the falling snow.

With eyes wide open that I couldn’t bear to close.

“You’ve gone quite far so far. senior.”

A man was cleaning his sword and reading a bloody letter.

There was a sound coming from far away in his ears.

“It’s quite plausible.”

A sound that rings delicately and without interruption.

It was the sound of a cuckoo.

※※※※

“It’s been a while. “Jorge.”

“…….”

Instead of answering, Jorge looked at the drop of blood hanging on the tip of the man’s sword.

“Who did you kill?”

“Security is still strict.”

Vlad swallowed heavily and looked at the man in front of him.

The man, who I don’t know what to call him anymore, was smiling at Vlad.

“It was a useful kid.”

“Why did you come here only now?”

Vlad, standing behind Jorge, could feel it.

Of all the people Vlad had ever seen, the biggest and strongest person was, of course, Jorge.

But for now.

The man walking slowly and picking up the bottle looked bigger than Jorge in front of me.

“Count Gaidar has passed away.”

“…!”

Jorge’s eyes widened as he heard the man’s words.

“I don’t hear things like that…”

“Due to complicated circumstances, it hasn’t been made public yet, but everyone will soon find out.”

The man said, swirling a glass full of alcohol.

Looking at Jorge.

“For poor Count Gaidar.”

“You son of a bitch!”

Before the man could finish speaking, Jorge rushed towards him, screaming like an animal.

His movements were so agile that it was hard to believe that he came from such a huge body.

“And…”

Clang!

Jorge’s sharp blow cracked the glass and the alcohol inside poured out.

“For Sigmund, the new Count Gaidar.”

Before he knew it, the person whom Jorge had stabbed was standing behind him.

“Go–Dean!”

“This is the first name of the new Count Sigmund.”

With a loud cry coming from his lungs, Jorge’s upper body became as hard as a rocky mountain.

“Jorge, the deserter knight, must return.”

“Sigmund is not my master!”

Muscles that had been hidden in the flesh until now are coming into their own.

As it regained its original form, blood flowed from the open wounds again.

“Of course, the Count doesn’t expect you to return quietly.”

However, despite Jorge’s threatening appearance, the man called Godin spoke without losing his composure.

“You don’t even want that.”

“You bastards!”

Quaaaaang-!

Show 70%, but hide 30%.

For that moment you never know will come.

“Kyaahhh-!”

“Marcella!”

And this moment. Jorge’s blow, which showed his true colors without hesitation, was truly destructive.

Even though there were no Aurors, half of the floor on the fourth floor was falling apart with just one swing of the sword by Jorge.

A blow so strong that Rose’s entire smile shook for an instant.

It was a knightly blow that Jorge had been hiding all along, and it was like the struggle of an animal that revealed its wounds.

“Hmm!”

Vlad quickly escaped the danger area, avoiding the collapsing floor while carrying the staggering Marcela.

He was agile, but with just as much urgency.

And the moment I thought I had finally escaped and looked back.

“What…”

An unrealistic scene was there.

“Keuheook!”

Splashing blood drops and crumbling railings.

The strongest person the boy had ever seen was falling.

Under. Under.

“You still make foolish choices. “Jorge.”

By the knight with his left eye closed.

With Jorge’s fall, the boy’s common sense and faith were breaking down.

Quaaaaang-!

An intense noise made by a massive body.

At that sound, everyone at Rose Smile was startled and ran out.

“Jorge!”

Vlad quickly grabbed hold of the railing and looked down into the lobby.

“Cough…”

There, the boy’s world, completely shattered, was writhing and spitting out blood.

He was the first to extend his hand to the boy who was rolling around in the back alley.

He was the first to admit it.

And he was the strongest person the boy had ever seen.

“boss!”

“What is this!”

He was writhing in disarray.

The gang members are confused and don’t know what to do in the sudden situation, and the bloodied Jorge is trying to stand up somehow.

“Off……”

The gang members on the first floor gathered around in panic, but Jorge only let out a harsh groan.

Only Vlad, who had seen the whole scene, could have predicted what would happen next.

“Holy shit!”

The knight opened his left eye and was about to jump towards the first floor.

The sword is clad in a blue aura that resembles moonlight.

“Jorge!”

“…!”

Vlad, who saw this, warned Jorge and threw the dagger he was carrying.

A blow delivered by a boy who had never really learned any martial arts, but was skilled at slinging stones.

Kyaang-!

Although it was only for a moment, Vlad’s actions succeeded in hindering the knight’s movement toward the first floor.

“Huh!”

I was able to buy time for Jorge, who barely stood up.

“…….”

The knight’s passing glance coolly penetrated Vlad’s eyes.

Quaaaaang-!

When Godin’s aura came into contact with Jorge’s sword, blue afterimages like moonlight enveloped the rose’s smile.

It was like the wind and like fog.

“Off!”

Although injured, Jorge succeeded in deflecting the blow from the Aura-laden knight.

It was perhaps a one-time success.

“Godin….”

Jorge, who had barely managed to repel the attack, had murderous blood flowing out of his eyes, but Godin, who had actually received it, was just making a subtle expression.

“You should have followed orders.”

“…I am a human. “I don’t follow such bullshit orders.”

“no.”

Godin said without wiping the smile off his face.

“You are a knight.”

It was a short conversation with only a few words, but a lot of emotions were going back and forth between the two people.

Just as two swords clashing against each other continue to growl.

“This night has been too long for me. Jorge. “I want to rest now.”

“what?”

But Godin had nothing more to say with Jorge.

I just wanted quiet rest.

※※※※

“It’s dangerous, Vlad. “Don’t go down!”

At that moment when no one could move easily, Vlad shook off Marcela, who was holding on to him, saying it was dangerous, and was running down to the first floor.

‘I brought you!’

Embarrassment, guilt, and anger at having been deceived by someone.

All kinds of emotions were mixing together in the soul of a 16-year-old boy.

It wasn’t the boy’s fault, but Vlad didn’t think so.

The size of the bowl the boy was born with made me think so.

As Vlad went down the creaky stairs to the lobby as if he was flying, he saw the organization members who were holding their breath slowly standing up.

“no!”

Vlad, who realized what they were trying to do, let out a cry that was like a scream.

The man called Godin is a knight.

A knight who knows how to handle Aurors.

A being that cannot be approached by men rolling around in the back alleys.

“don’t do it!”

Vlad was about to jump from the second floor, holding on to the railing to stop them, when he felt a chill on the back of his neck.

It was an ominous feeling that my sensitive senses picked up and my natural instinct picked up.

[Bow!]

“……!”

Vlad quickly lowered his head, following the voice that thundered in his head.

Suddenly,

a few strands of hair fluttered in the air from the moonlight that could not be avoided.

The blue moonlight came quietly.

And the dozens of roses it created burst out everywhere.

With single-word screams.

“…!”

“Ugh!”

Roses brought by the moonlight spread their red color everywhere.

The red colors that were born from the heart and have now come out into the world were generously revealing their existence.

Consolation of the antique ornaments that Marcella loved.

“Ugh!”

Wetting the table where Vlad sat and sold candles.

“Gagging!”

Red colors were generously painted on the rose’s smile.

“Oh oh oh…”

With the final scream, a terrible silence fell on the rose’s smile.

“Huh…Huh…Huh…”

Vlad was crouching down, panting and ruminating on the scene that had just happened.

It was just one swing of the sword.

At least that’s how Vlad saw it.

It was a single swing that was nothing special, but the results it brought were devastating.

The smile of a rose that has become quiet.

“This…profit.”

Vlad forced his shaking legs and crawled down to the first floor.

Tears and saliva that I wasn’t even aware of were falling to the floor.

“Fuck…fuck!”

When he finally got down to the first floor, the first person to welcome Vlad was Burley.

It was Burley’s corpse, with all his life drained out of him and turning cold.

“Ugh!”

Vlad looked everywhere with his bloodshot eyes, unable to control the emotions boiling inside him.

Squeak –

In the middle of the lobby, where no one was moving, someone was approaching, stepping on the broken wooden floor.

It was Jorge.

“You son of a bitch!”

Jorge’s head in Godin’s hand looked at Vlad with lost eyes.

It was an empty look that could no longer contain anything.

“Aaaah!”

[Don’t do it!]

The boy, who had lost his mind, grabbed a sword from among the corpses and charged at the knight who had summoned the moonlight.

It was agile and agile, and it was a powerful charge, like the blow of a wounded animal.

Just like someone before.

“die!”

Although Vlad was driven by anger rather than reason, there was only one sword path imprinted on his body.

Always do your best in the end.

Concentrate all your mind and strength.

Hit it down

Narrow your elbows!

“…!”

In an instant, the blood drops on the boy’s sword created a thin line.

Beautiful curved trajectory.

It was a sword road.

It was the first gateway to becoming a swordsman rather than a swordsman, and the path of the sword is an area that cannot be achieved with ordinary effort and skill.

The boy who was stuck in the gutter was reenacting it.

Only with my own strength.

“That’s great.”

A slash filled with the boy’s effort and anger was fired at the knight.

At that moment, even the owner of the voice that was ringing in my head looked at me in fascination.

“It’s a great strike.”

However, the path created by the boy was weak to reach the world created by the knight.

Wow!

Godin didn’t even take Vlad’s sword.

I just dodged it in one move and then threw a kick.

Because the boy’s blow had not yet reached the level of force that made Godin draw his sword.

Kwakang-! Quadadadang-!

With a loud noise, the last remaining knight of the courtesans rolled mercilessly on the blood-soaked floor.

“Keuuuuuuu!”

[Take a breath. boy! Don’t lose your mind!]

I couldn’t breathe.

I felt like my chest was clogged.

Even the whirring voices in his head were not enough to awaken Vlad’s faint spirit.

It was such a powerful blow.

“You were born with it. “I instinctively twisted my body.”

Godin was once again surprised by the movements the boy showed.

It was a kick with enough force to break his ribs, but the boy in front of him succeeded in dodging it with his instinctive movements.

“You son of a bitch…”

It wasn’t perfect, though.

Seeing the boy swearing softly, Godin was troubled while holding his sword.

“Kill…”

Godin made a decision as he looked at the boy who was telling him to kill himself, but his eyes were still alive.

It is too precious to cut down now.

Even if it comes back to you later as a sharp sword.

“…….”

The senior who was now holding it in his left hand said.

It’s always fun to see what’s possible.

…I used to say that to my past self.

“The boy who guided me. “A knight takes only his fair share.”

Godin decided to think of it as a last gift to his senior.

Suddenly,

something fell on Vlad’s head as he struggled to get up.

Something black.

“……?”

Vlad looked at the identity of what had fallen.

It was jerky.

Beef jerky made by Jemina.

“My name was not Stanga.”

Another piece of meat fell on Vlad’s head.

“I wasn’t 42.”

“…What are you doing?!”

A blue light appeared in Vlad’s eyes at Godin’s humiliating treatment.

“This is my fair price, I will take it.”

Godin said, pushing his head towards Jorge’s neck.

“But I paid you the wrong price, so I’ll give it back.”

Vlad could not give any answer to Godin’s words.

Winners on top, losers on the bottom.

Because it was the winner’s right to decide everything.

Godin turned back and said.

“With your life.”

Jorge’s eyes were shaking pitifully as he lost his gaze on Godin’s left hand.

“Don’t even think about getting paid for the second beef jerky. “It didn’t taste good.”

Blood-filled teardrops fell from the boy’s eyes as he looked at the shaking Jorge.

“I will kill you…for sure!”

The blue moonlight knight was leaving with the sound of footsteps.

The boy’s world, which had existed firmly until yesterday, was shattered.

The boy cried out softly as he crawled across the blood-stained floor.

But the person who was supposed to listen to him had already left.

“Definitely! Go-Dean!”

The boy’s angry cry rang out towards the knight, who now knew what to call him.

Only the prostitutes, crying breathlessly, were witnesses to that cry.

This is the smile of a rose.

A window full of red.

And where the boy’s world was broken.

The nest, which could no longer hold anything, was filled with only muffled cries.