WE TRIED TRANSLATIONS

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◈ I Pulled Out Excalibur

Chapter 146

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The Star That Blows the Horn (1)

On their way to subdue the fallen star, Najin wondered what a ‘constellation’ really was. He had heard the word many times but still didn’t fully understand its meaning.

‘What is a constellation? What’s the difference between someone with a star like myself and a constellation?’

Thankfully, there was someone beside him who could answer that question—none other than the self-proclaimed ‘Great Constellation,’ Merlin, a constellation of constellations possessing eleven stars.

- There’s not a huge difference between someone who possesses a star and a constellation. At most, it’s the number of stars. Simply possessing a star is one thing, but connecting stars to form a ‘Starplace’ is when one truly becomes a constellation.

Connecting stars to form a Starplace? When Najin asked if there was a minimum number of stars required, Merlin shook her head.

- There’s no set rule. Technically, you can create a Starplace with just three stars, but I’ve only ever seen one person do that, and they were an exception. Generally, you need to gather four or five stars to become a constellation.

She continued.

Arthur and I became constellations around that point as well.

Flicking her fingers, stars sparkled at her fingertips and connected, forming a Starplace.

- There are also the concepts of Ascension and Authority, but we can save those for later. What you really want to know concerns Fallen Stars and Forgotten Stars, right?”

Najin nodded, and Merlin traced her finger downward. The sparkling stars plummeted.

- Even constellations are not eternal. There are times when stars are lost. Each time a star is lost, it causes significant mental shock. What do you think happens if that keeps happening?

- They go mad. No one in their right mind could endure that.

Her tone suggested she spoke from experience. Merlin shook her head as if dismissing a memory she did not want to relive.

- The more stars a constellation has and the higher their rank, the greater the shock. If they continue to endure such shocks and lose all their stars, they can no longer maintain themselves.

‘What do you mean by, ‘no longer maintain themselves?’’

- It means they become a Forgotten One.

A constellation that fell and forgot itself… a Fallen or Forgotten Star. Merlin described them as dead stars.

- Constellations transcend human flesh. When such beings become Forgotten Ones, well… they’re no longer something that fits within the category of ‘human’ as you know it.

Najin and the Helmet Knight ventured deep into the Outland. The farther they went, the more frequent Helmet Knight's warnings became: “Do not cross that line. Beyond it lies the realm of the constellations.”

It was a place filled with numerous Starfields, where the domains of constellations truly began.

As they continued deeper, Helmet Knight descended a sloped path. They scaled sheer cliffs, going lower and lower, until, after several days of travel, Najin arrived at a vast wasteland.

Forests, grasslands, snowy mountains, plains… the Outland was a patchwork of diverse terrains. However, where he found himself showed no such mixture. Instead, only a single landscape stretched endlessly beyond the horizon.

Sweeping wasteland battlefield with crisscrossing white energy beams

The massive wasteland before them looked desolate and devoid of life.

All that existed in that barren land were countless weapons lodged chaotically into the ground and enormous stones. They were no ordinary stones, either—starlight seeped from them, trailing up into the sky.

The stones trailing light from the sky truly evoked the image of fallen stars.

Najin, overwhelmed by the scenery, fell silent for a moment.

Helmet Knight, staring at the expanse, broke the silence with a sneer. “Outlanders call this place the Battlefield of Stars.” He had more to say. “The stars who live here have another name for it.”

Gesturing to the vast wasteland and the fallen stars, he continued, “It’s the ‘Graveyard of Stars’.”

“…”

“This is where stars fall. Once heroes, once shining stars, they all fell here in the end.” Helmet Knight shrugged and gave Najin a knowing look. “Do you know any heroes? Ones who are said to have ‘died honorably’ on the continent?”

“There are quite a few.”

“Name some… From roughly 300–400 years ago.”

“Arta Trigadian, Protector of the Sacred Tree.” She was a war hero and the creator of the swordsmanship used by the Duke of Arbenia’s knights.

Hearing the name, the Helmet Knight paused before replying, “The Protector of Thorns? They fell 170 years ago and became a Forgotten Star. Kirchhoff put them down.”

“…What?”

“Didn’t hear about that on the continent? Figures. Got another name?”

“Kimburga Alzen.”

“Guardian Kimburga. Fell 200 years ago. Eaten by demons. Probably still in their stomachs.”

“…Saphia.”

“Saphia of the Hundred Blossoms. The Carnival King caused her fall. Relatively recent, about 100 years ago.”

“Rekdyr.”

“Conqueror Rekdyr? Also fell to the Carnival King. He’s now their jester. Both arms and legs are severed, displayed in the Carnival King’s palace.”

Every time Najin called a name, Helmet Knight responded with a similar story. It wasn’t until Najin named over ten, then twenty names, that he finally heard, “Ah, that one did die honorably. On the continent, at least. Well, that’s how it is. The continent would’ve wrapped it up nicely: they died honorably, they were martyred. Outland deaths? They’re anything but honorable.”

Helmet Knight gestured to the wasteland. “All buried here, in the Graveyard of Stars. Or they’ve become Forgotten Stars, still wandering around. Maybe they’re jesters of the Carnival King, or perhaps they’ve been eaten by demons or beasts that covet stars.”

He continued, “Call it the Land of Heroes, the Battlefield of Stars, the Birthplace of New Stars… No matter how grand it sounds, strip away the facade, and you won’t find a more dreadful place. This is the afterlife prepared for the stars who transcended humanity and fled from death.”

There was a moment’s pause. “Well then, shall we hunt the Forgotten Ones roaming this hell?” Helmet Knight took the lead, and Najin followed.

After a while of silence, Najin hesitantly spoke. “The Silent Knight, Crunbelle… That’s his name, right?”

“Yes. That’s the name of the one we’re hunting.”

“Never heard of him.”

“Figures.” Helmet Knight calmly said, “He was struck by the Fog of Forgetting. Nothing in this land is worse than the Authority of Forgetting. Whether others forget you or you forget yourself, either way, you’re worn away rapidly.”

“Isn’t that the constellation who erased Londinel?”

“Yes. That constellation.” The mention of that constellation clearly irritated Helmet Knight.

Najin changed the subject. There was something he needed to confirm. “The Silent Knight, Crunbelle, had six stars, right?”

“Yeah, six. Why, getting nervous?”

Denying it would have been a lie

Six stars… On the continent, Najin had encountered both Sword Saint Karan and Executioner Yuel Razian, who each wielded six stars. Reflecting on their abilities, he couldn’t imagine himself being able to match them.

“I think I know what you’re worried about, but he’s not that strong anymore. Losing a star weakens you. It strips away Transcendence, too.”

“Stars and Transcendence aren’t directly related, are they? While many Transcendents do have multiple stars, they’re not necessarily linked…”

“They’re not directly tied, true, but what’s the foundation of being a Transcendent? It’s confidence in oneself. Losing a star is like losing that self-confidence. Without that, Transcendence is taken from you.” Helmet Knight pointed to himself. “That’s why Crunbelle is probably about as strong as me now.”

“Well, then it seems doable,” Najin said.

Helmet Knight stiffened, his pride clearly bruised. He stopped walking and turned to face Najin.

“You don’t seriously think I went all out when we fought, do you?”

“I didn’t use my full strength either.”

“Listen, I’m not even a lance specialist. My main weapon is the sword, and you still lost to me when I wasn’t using my preferred weapon…”

“I wasn’t using my main weapon either.”

“What, got some secret weapon hidden somewhere? A knight shouldn’t rely on their tools, you know.” Their strange tension-filled exchange was broken when Helmet Knight clicked his tongue. “You wouldn’t be talking like that if you saw me wield a sword.”

“Then why don’t you use it?” Najin gestured at the sword strapped to Helmet Knight’s waist. It was bound with thick chains.

“Because I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“There’s a reason. Using it means… never mind. I just can’t.”

Their conversation stretched on as they walked, until finally, Helmet Knight stopped and held out a hand to halt Najin.

“Stop.” He pointed ahead, motioning with his chin.

Najin followed his gaze and saw numerous spikes stuck in the ground. Or were they spears? They looked more like crude stakes—branches roughly hewn to serve as weapons. Some were blunt poles, their purpose seemingly just to impale something.

Each was unique, yet they all had one thing in common: at the end of every spear was a body.

A flagless lance held a corpse as its banner; a bladeless pike replaced its tip with a human hand; a hammer without a head had a human skull to complete it.

There were dozens, no, hundreds of such grotesque creations in a field of bodies impaled on weapons.

They had entered the domain of the constellation they were about to face.

Najin couldn’t see the owner of the domain anywhere. There were only corpses. “So, where’s the Silent Knight?” he asked.

“Right there.” Helmet Knight pointed.

Najin blinked. He couldn’t see anything but a corpse standing among the spears. ‘It‘s odd’, he thought, ‘for a corpse to be standing, but it’s still just a corpse. There’s no head or anything above the neck.’

As he stared at the headless body, it moved.

Clatter.

He almost took a step back out of instinct. Was he imagining things? Did he see it wrong?

Clatter.

He hadn’t… The headless body was moving. Each step caused its armor to rattle and groan. It turned to face them.

He couldn’t explain it, but he felt its gaze. A headless body shouldn’t have been able to look at him, yet he felt it. It was an unshakable certainty—his instincts, usually correct, screamed it was true.

Rrrrrumble.

The Silent Knight’s body trembled.

Najin focused on the armor the knight wore. While it had no head to wear a helmet, its shoulders and chest were draped with helmets—dozens of them, as if the knight were wearing the helmets instead of just carrying them.

The tremors suddenly stopped.

With a sharp click, all the helmets opened simultaneously, like jaws unhinging. Black sludge dripped from their openings like drool. The helmets quivered, their vibrations causing the hornpipes scattered among them to tremble as well.

Bwooooom.

The sound of a horn echoed across the wasteland. Deprived of its own head, the knight used the heads of others to blow its horn. The haunting note reverberated, filling the wasteland.

“Well, isn’t that lovely,” Helmet Knight muttered. He grabbed Najin by the collar without warning and flung him into the air. At the same time, the horn’s sound abruptly ceased, replaced by something far worse.

“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!” The wail of the Forgotten Ones surged over the field.

The monstrous, unearthly cry sent sharp pain through Najin’s ears. Blood trickled down as the sound pierced his mind. Floating midair, he watched as the Silent Knight trembled. Dark light erupted from its body, coalescing where its head should have been.

The light, pitch black as the void of space, shimmered like a dark star.

- It’s a Forgotten Star, a star turned that black after forgetting itself.

It was the mark of a constellation that had become a Forgotten One.

Najin quickly realized why Helmet Knight had thrown him. The Silent Knight grabbed one of the spears embedded in the ground, pulling it free. It then hurled the spear toward Helmet Knight with incredible force.

Whoosh!

The spear tore through the air, leaving a massive furrow in its wake.

Helmet Knight deflected it, but the impact sent him flying. The ground cracked, and the corpse impaled on the spear shattered from the force.

“Just my luck,” Helmet Knight groaned, waving at Najin with his dangling arm. “I’ll need a moment. Took that spear wrong—wrist’s broken, I think.”

“What?”

“See you later. There’s a nice rock back there I can hide behind.”

“Wait, what—?”

“Good luck.” With perfect form, Helmet Knight sprinted away, just as he had when raiding the giants' food storeroom.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Najin cursed, landing and taking off after him. Behind them, the Silent Knight howled, throwing spear after spear. Fortunately, it didn’t leave its domain, though it made for a fierce farewell.

‘Knights don’t retreat,’ Najin thought.

It wasn’t a retreat—it was a strategic withdrawal.

“I thought you said he was weaker than you? How is that anything weaker?” Najin asked.

“Well, I am strong,” Helmet Knight replied smugly.

“You ran away!”

“That was a strategic withdrawal.” Helmet Knight cracked his dislocated wrist back into place with a wince. “Seems like he’s in a foul mood today. Back in the day, at least, he would’ve acknowledged a greeting.”

“A greeting? That thing?”

“He used to.”

Najin found that difficult to imagine. He was still trying to process what he’d seen. “A headless body… and it still moves?”

“And fights better than most living knights,” Helmet Knight added. “It’s his old habit of going overboard, I suppose.”

Najin furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

“Didn’t I mention it?” Helmet Knight flashed a sly grin. “He was my subordinate.”

“What?”

“Vice-Captain of the Golden Horn Knights. The strongest after me.”

The Silent Knight, Crunbelle, was the former vice-captain of the Golden Horn Knights.

Helmet Knight continued, “Remember that technique I used before? I told you there was someone who used it better. I was talking about him.”

Najin glanced at the Silent Knight, wandering the wasteland, its lance gleaming ominously.

“He mastered the lance to the highest degree, and…” Helmet Knight gestured to the star-shaped lance on his back. “The weapon? It’s his.”

Najin’s eyes narrowed. “You stole it, didn’t you?”

“Hey! He entrusted it to me when he became a Forgotten One.”

“You definitely stole it.”

“I didn’t!” Helmet Knight avoided Najin’s gaze, but his shifty demeanor betrayed him.

Najin sighed. Helmet Knight had clearly stolen it.

Full-body reference of Gerd Isabalt in tattered armored robe with fragmented helmet

Gerd Isabalt's fragmented helmet erupts in an explosive burst