Chapter 24
I Pulled Out the Excalibur
I PULLED OUT THE EXCALIBUR
Chapter 24 â The Staff of Selection (3)
Najin blinked in a daze.
Instead of the forest landscape he had been in moments before, a vast night sky filled his view. Staring at the night sky, Najin blinked several times.
ââ¦Have I returned?â
Had he returned? Or was it all just a dream? Slowly rising to his feet, Najin instinctively lifted his hand. The hand that had shaken with Merlin, The Wizard of the Lake. It seemed like a constellation had been engraved on the back of his hand, but now there was nothing.
âWas it really just a dream?â
It was strange for a dream.
âAnywayâ¦â
Najin slowly stood up. He didnât know how much time had passed, but he couldnât let his guard down. Pursuers might be following along the river he had drifted down.
As he erased the traces he left behind, Najinâs gaze drifted towards a distant city.
Perhaps a city built above the Underground City, Artman. Although he felt a sense of wonder looking at the massive city, he couldnât view it positively.
Knowing all too well what foul things filled that place, Najin glared at the cityâs spire visible even from afar.
The spire adorned with symbols like those of the Order. Was that the Orderâs Lighthouse, the one he had only heard rumors about? Memorizing its appearance, Najin resolved to eventually bring it down and turned away.
There was no time to dwell on the past. He had to move forward.
âBut, where should I go?â
It was Najinâs first time in the outside world. He had no knowledge of it. He didnât know where to go or how far to flee. The world had suddenly become vast for the boy, but in this vast world, he felt as lost as a child.
The vast world.
The wide-open fields.
Where to go, where to walk? Feeling lost and about to take his first step away from the city, something happened.
Twinkle.
Najinâs hand lit up. The constellation that had been invisible until just a moment ago was now rising on the back of his hand.
âDid you call me, Merlin?â
Shortly after the boy disappeared from Merlinâs realm, a new visitor set foot there. A Constellation like Merlin, with stars in the same realm, and a knight who stayed at the Round Table until the end.
The oldest knight.
Bedivere of the one arm.
A knight who, out of sheer loyalty to Arthur, still guards the shattered Round Table. Merlin smiled at this knight who could be trusted more than anyone else.
âI have something urgent to discuss.â
âIs it about the Sword of Selection, Excalibur? I have some information about that too.â
Bedivere sat on a stump near the lake.
âItâs hard to intervene inland, so the information is limited, but first, it seems the Starblood Faction doesnât know about Excaliburâs new wielder.â
âThe Faction?â
âYes. A close associate of the Starblood Faction confirmed that the worst-case scenario of them pulling out Excalibur didnât happen. Their god directly negated it⦠so itâs probably true.â
He also contacted others, butâ¦
As Bedivere trailed off with a sigh, he added,
âHonestly, the information is too limited. We should have started a Faction or something.â
The land of stars, the battlefield of stars, even the vicinity of Camlann â itâs extremely difficult for ascended Constellations to intervene in the inland where humans live.
Thatâs why some Constellations started Factions to intervene, and others created armed groups to fight for themselves in the inland. However, Merlin, Bedivere, and the knights related to the Round Table didnât do that.
To be more preciseâ¦
âWe didnât start one, we couldnât.â
Merlin sighed, her gaze drifting beyond the horizon. As she flicked her finger, the net of stars stretched out, trapping the writhing dragon and slamming it into the ground.
Koomâ¦
Turning her gaze away from the dust rising beyond the horizon, Merlin continued,
âItâs hard enough to keep those cursed beings in Camlann in check. How can we pay attention to the inland too?â
âYou seem quite invested lately, hearing voices and such.â
ââ¦That was an abnormal phenomenon.â
Merlin averted her eyes slightly. Bedivere smirked and shrugged.
âSo, what information did you find?â
âI found the owner of Excalibur.â
âAh, thatâs great. Who is it? The Empireâs Sword Master? The Sword Saint of the Order of the Sword? Or their disciple?â
âNone of them. It was a brat Iâd never seen before.â
A brat who seemed barely twenty, or perhaps even younger. A brat who had achieved nothing yet had pulled out the sword, Merlin recounted.
âSuch a rude brat. Staring with wide eyes, talking back without hesitationâ¦â
Listening to her, Bedivere glanced at Merlinâs face, feeling something off.
âSheâs complaining, butâ¦â
There was a clear amusement in her voice.
As if she found it interesting. Bedivere noticed a smile on the corners of Merlinâs lips. It was odd considering Merlin would usually be the most reluctant about a new successor.
She had witnessed Arthurâs death up close and heard the prophecy of the traitorous knight. She had hoped the prophecy wouldnât come true, which is why Merlin used to be wary of potential candidates for Excalibur, right?
âBut nowâ¦â
She was smiling. It was like the old days when she traveled with the king. Though Bedivere didnât fully understand, he soon came to realize why.
âHe said the same thing.â
Merlin continued,
âThe same answer as Arthur. Can you believe it?â
Hearing the story from Merlin, Bedivere also found himself smiling. The tale of âthe boy who pulled out Excaliburâ was interesting enough to remind him of past memories with the king.
âRemarkable indeed. An unremarkable brat with not a single star, right?â
âThatâs right. He has nothing, truly just an ordinary brat.â
âBut he withstood that vision⦠just like our king?â
Merlin nodded.
Bedivere smiled.
âIâd like to see him myself.â
âThatâs whyâ¦â
Merlin grinned mischievously, the smile of a strategist and a guide who had plotted incredible plans by Arthurâs side. Bedivere should have been happy to see Merlinâs smile after so long, but instead, he felt a chill down his spine.
Whenever Merlin smiled like that, she usually caused trouble. Though things always turned out well, Bedivere remembered how hard the process was.
âWait a minuteâ¦â
Before Bedivere could interrupt,
Merlin, with her playful smile, spoke first.
âIâm going to bring him here, to this place.â
âWhat? Who?â
âThat brat. We canât intervene where he is, at least not until he reaches the starsâ battlefield. There, we can talk properly, give trials, and so on.â
Why wait until then?
What if other bastards snatched him in the meantime?
âSo, Iâm going to move my consciousness down there.â
âWait, hold on. What are youâ¦â
âBy using Excalibur as a medium, I can move my consciousness to that brat. Then I can see and hear the same things as that brat.â
Which meansâ¦
âIâll guide him directly. He said heâs ready, heâll aim for the highest place. Then thereâs only one path to take.â
Merlinâs decision to become the boyâs guide was evident.
âThe same path our king walked.â
The kingâs path.
Or, the path of a hero.
âIâll make him walk that path.â
Bedivere silently observed Merlin, who spoke of transferring her consciousness. He knew what it meant.
A Constellationâs power comes from the realm where their constellation is placed.
Moving the consciousness somewhere else meant leaving behind all the power and might of a Constellation, becoming a being that can only intervene in reality through voice.
âSure, itâs the only way to intervene inland, butâ¦â
It wasnât an easy or safe decision. If something happened to the boy who housed Merlinâs consciousness, her consciousness itself could be in danger.
You must choose wisely.
Bedivere intended to advise her, but seeing her determined face, he held back his words. She had already made up her mind.
ââ¦You wonât listen to more, will you?â
He sighed and shook his head.
âI know why you called me. To take over the duties while youâre gone, right?â
âItâs not hard. Just press down the dragon whenever it squirms. Iâll leave a star behind, so it wonât be too hard.â
âIt sounds like the hardest job to me.â
Suddenly burdened with a task, a wrinkle formed on Bedivereâs forehead, but he soon stood up with a sigh.
âI canât do it for long.â
âIt wonât take long.â
It might seem long to humans.
But for constellations that have guarded this place for hundreds of years, itâs just a fleeting moment. With those words, Merlin closed her eyes and her body dissolved into starlight.
At the lakeside where Merlin disappeared,
Bedivere, left alone, touched his armor. Engraved there was the symbol of the Round Table. Itâs been centuries since the Round Table lost its master and was shattered. The knight, who had been guarding the Round Table alone for centuries, exhaled deeply.
Having waited for hundreds of years, waiting a decade or two more seemed insignificant. Although Bedivere thought this way, he couldnât help but be curious about the boy who might become his new master.
Pondering the appearance of the boy who could be his master, Bedivere clenched his fist in the air. In his grip formed a pure white spear, a weapon bestowed upon him by Arthur. Holding the spear, Bedivere left the star domain.
He wasnât sure when the boy would reach this place, but until then, he would stand guard.
Bedivere set off to tidy up the cursed beings of Camlan, trying to slip through the sealâs cracks.
Najin squinted his eyes, looking at his palm where the constellation had flickered momentarily. The constellation, which had seemed to etch itself on his hand just a moment ago, had now vanished.
âWhatâs going on?â
Najin rubbed his palm, puzzled.
â Rubbing it wonât make it visible. Iâve hidden the other constellations too.
A voice echoed in his ears.
Startled, Najin looked towards the source of the voice, but there was nothing to see.
â Stop turning around; it wonât do you any good.
With a chuckle, the familiar voice continued. Recognizing the voice, Najin realized who it was.
âMerlin?â
â Seems like youâre quite startled?
âWhatâs this? I hear your voice in my ear.â
â What do you think it is?
The voice laughed scornfully.
â I told you Iâd be watching.
Najin blinked, and the voice continued.
â And if youâre to compete with Arthur⦠shouldnât the conditions at least be the same? Thatâs fair competition.
The same conditions as Arthur.
Najin, not immediately grasping the meaning, was about to ask what she meant when Merlin responded.
â You need a guide, too.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
A guide to show the way for a hero.
Najin then understood what Merlin was implying. Arthurâs journey always included an advisor and guide. While many knights followed Arthur, the place by his side was always reserved for one person.
The guide, Merlin.
Always showing the right path.
Thatâs how Merlin was introduced in the fairy tales. Najin, however, responded with a slightly reluctant tone.
âSo⦠youâll be my guide?â
â Thatâs the plan.
âBut didnât you dislike me?â
â Yes, I do.
âStill?â
â Disliking is one thing, but recognition is another. Youâve proven your worth by overcoming the trial I set.
Merlin spoke calmly.
â Those who are worthy deserve appropriate opportunities.
ãOpportunities for those who are worthy.ã
A line Najin remembered from âThe Chronicles of Arthur.â
Slowly nodding, Najin accepted the offer. Whether he liked it or not, there was no reason to refuse.
âHonestly, I was at a loss.â
Although he had managed to escape from the underground city, Najin knew nothing of the outside world. With no knowledge of what lay beyond, he had no idea where to go or how far to flee.
âI appreciate that.â
â No need to thank me. Itâs only right.
âThen, let me ask for your advice right away.â
There was no intention to refuse the help.
Use everything you can, as Ivan had taught him. Najin exhaled briefly and spoke.
âOne, Iâm currently being pursued. If caught, Iâll likely be killed. Iâll explain the details as we move, so just listen for now.â
Najin pointed towards the city behind him.
âTwo, itâs best to keep as far away from that city as possible. The pursuers are from there, and my appearance and characteristics are probably already exposed.â
â â¦Did you commit a crime or something?
âWell, itâs hard to explain. Iâve been a criminal since birth, kind of.â
Iâll explain that later, too.
âSo, we need to flee immediately. Is there a safe route?â
Following the path guided by Merlin for a while, Najin finally caught his breath after entering a densely wooded forest. The city was now a good distance away, and the towering trees provided perfect cover. Although he had only been guided for a short time, he had to admit:
Merlin was quite a capable guide.
Finding a place that was ideal for hiding and resting was done in an instant.
âItâs convenient.â
Although it felt like using a person, or rather a constellation, as a tool, Najin didnât feel much guilt. She offered help, so why refuse? With that thought, Najin looked up at the dense trees.
âSo this is what trees look like.â
There were trees in the underground city, but none as large as these. Admiring the trees several times his height, Najin marveled at everything being so new to him.
-So.
Noticing
Najin had caught his breath, Merlin spoke.
-Whatâs this about being a criminal and having pursuers?
âWell, itâsâ¦â
Just as Najin was about to answer Merlinâs question, he stopped abruptly. The night sky he had been looking up at through the trees had changed. Where there had been darkness, now there was a glow. The blackness that had painted the sky was receding, replaced by twilight. Soon, a round object burst forth from beyond the horizon, glowing bright and warm.
That thing.
Najin mused to himself.
âThatâs the sun.â
Najin witnessed his first sunrise.
The rising sun. Watching the sky brighten and the twilight fade, turning blue, Najin was mesmerized by the breathtaking sight.
-The sun, really?
Merlin sounded incredulous.
-Like youâre seeing the sun for the first time.
âI am. Just today.â
-What?
Najin chuckled.
âIâve never seen the sun or blue sky before today. Where I lived, neither the sun nor the sky was visible.â
-Did you live in some kind of tunnel?
âSomething like that.â
How to explain it?
Najin hesitated to speak. It wasnât easy to summarize 18 years of life in one place. As he was pondering how to start,
-If itâs hard to explain, letâs move while you talk. No rush.
âShould we?â
-Yeah. Though it wasnât intentional,
Merlin said,
-Your desired conditions seem to match the destination I had in mind.
A place far from this city.
Somewhere to escape the pursuers and to start anew. Coincidentally, the destination Merlin had chosen matched all these criteria.
-The City of Opportunities, Cambria.
Do you know that place?
At that question, Najinâs eyes widened. Cambria, that name was familiar to him.
âIâve read about it in fairy tales.â
The story in âThe Chronicles of Arthurâ began right after the prologue, where Arthur pulls out Excalibur. The main story starts in the first chapter, set in Cambria.
âThe place where Arthur and Merlin first met.â
And the city where Arthur began to rise to prominence. The cityâs other name wasâ¦
âThe place where two dragons are buried. The Tomb of Dragons.â
-You know who did that, right?
Of course, he knew.
âYou and King Arthur.â
The legend that started their story. Two warriors, a swordsman and a mage, brought down two dragons. Thatâs where Arthur and Merlinâs tale began.
Although it wasnât the time, Najin felt his heart beating faster. The stories he had only read in books were unfolding before him.
-Before heading to Cambria, letâs do one thing.
Merlin suggested.
-Letâs check your abilities. I need to gauge your level.
âMy abilities?â
-Yeah, nothing major. Can you handle mana? Just seeing that should give me a rough estimate.
After a moment of thought, Najin drew his sword from his waist. It was a sword he owed to Hogel, having used it extensively during his escape from the underground city. Holding the sword, Najin drew out his sword energy.
Woosh.
A white glow formed over the sword, followed by golden particles.
âWill this do? Itâs about all I can show right now.â
-â¦â¦
There was silence from Merlin.
As if words had failed her.