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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapteer 274: Extra 14 – The Bastard of the Frausen Family (2)

Chapteer 274: Extra 14 – The Bastard of the Frausen Family (2)

Consuegra.‌

An‍‌ ordinary town within​⁠ the baron of‌‌ Turrek’s territory. However,​​⁠ although it was‍ a common place,‍ even this town⁠ had a special‍ landscape: windmills lined‌ up on top‌ of a hill.​‍

“Uuugh…”‍​

On​‍​ the hill, where⁠⁠⁠ spring had arrived,​ sheep wandered around‌‍‍ grazing, spreading out‌‌ like white clouds.​‍

Additionally,​ flowers of various‌ colors were beginning⁠⁠‌ to bloom. Seen‍⁠‌ from afar, it⁠ was a peaceful‍‌ scene, as though​ it were part‍⁠‍ of a painting.‍ But on the⁠‌ face of the‌​ young woman standing​ there, there was‍ only an expression‍​‌ of displeasure.

“Why⁠​⁠ has the wind​ been so strong‍⁠ lately?”

The‍‍ fact that there​ were windmills in‍⁠ the town meant‍‍‌ that it was⁠‍ a windy area.‍

However,​ compared to previous‍​ years, the wind‍ was so sharp​⁠ that the young‌‍ woman had to​ hold her hat⁠‍ tightly so it​ wouldn’t blow away.⁠⁠

“Huh?”​⁠

After‍⁠ the strong wind​​ subsided and Consuegra‌ calmed down again,⁠ the young woman​‍‍ opened her eyes⁠ and stared intently​‌⁠ at one of​ the windmills, as⁠‌​ if she had‌ discovered something.

“What⁠⁠‍ is that?”

There‍‌‌ was a flickering​ light like a candle glowing faintly​ from a small​‌ window in the⁠‌‍ tall windmill.

A light that seemed​​ to be calling‌‌‌ for attention with‌‌​ its intermittent flashes.‌​​

But‌‌‍ by the time‌⁠ the girl noticed‍​ that light, the‌⁠ strong wind was‌‍ once again whipping‍⁠ the hill.

***‌

“Is⁠​ this supposed to⁠ be a path‍ for walking?”

A group of travelers‍ was making their‍​‌ way along a trail that wound‌ through the forest.​⁠

They‌‌​ were holding the‍ reins of an‍⁠⁠ old horse and​‌‌ a small donkey,‌‍ struggling to move‌‍ forward.

One⁠‍ of them was‌ Kihano Frausen. His‍‌​ face covered with⁠‌⁠ bruises, as if⁠ he had been​​ beaten, Kihano struggled⁠‍ to pull his⁠ horse out of‌‍‍ the mud it‍ was stuck in.‌​

“Honestly!​‌​ I don’t get⁠​ it! How is‌ it possible to‌ charge a toll‌‌ for something that​​ doesn’t even look‌⁠ like a road?”‍​⁠

Perhaps‍ because it was​‍⁠ spring, the wind‍ carried a warm⁠‌​ scent.

But‍ on the other​​‍ hand, that same‌ weather had turned‍‌ the path into‍ pure mud. In⁠‍​ other words, it‍‍​ was a difficult⁠​⁠ road for any‍‌ traveler.

“Damn​​ dragons. They only‌⁠ care about their⁠ own matters up‍⁠ there and never‌‍​ bother to check⁠‍​ these things.”

“Sir⁠⁠ Kihano, what if‍‌‌ someone hears you?”‍‍

Alarmed‌ by Kihano’s words,⁠‌‍ Yan looked around​‌​ nervously.

“In​⁠ my town, in‌ the past, someone‌⁠ was arrested for‌‍‌ saying things like⁠ that.”

“…”‌⁠

“It’s‍‍ true!”

Yan⁠‍⁠ waved his hands,‍‍‌ visibly scared, while‌‌​ Kihano frowned.

Indeed,⁠⁠ that was how‌‌ this world worked.‍⁠ Even if they‍‌ were on a lonely forest path,‍ it wasn’t wise‍‍ to speak ill‌⁠ of the dragons.‌‍ In this era‌⁠​ ruled by them,‌​ survival meant submitting​⁠ and continuing to⁠‍⁠ pull the reins,‌‍‌ step by step.⁠⁠

“All​‍ I’m saying is‌⁠ that it would‍ be great if‌​​ the roads were​‍‍ well built. If​ it were up⁠ to me, I’d‍⁠ build great roads‍⁠ from the capital‌‌‌ going north, south,​‍​ east, and west.”‍

The‍⁠​ dragons ruled this​⁠⁠ perfect world. Complaining​‌ meant rebelling against​ them. However, for​ a young man‍ like Kihano, imagining⁠ a better future​ was inevitable.

“Idiot!‍‍ Saying nonsense like​⁠ that is why​‌ you got kicked⁠⁠ out of the‍‌⁠ family!”

But​‌⁠ imagining a better⁠​​ future was a right reserved only⁠​ for the dragons.‍ So Kihano’s dreams‌ were nothing more‍ than an unrealizable​ fantasy.

“If​ you still have‍‌‍ the energy to​ talk nonsense, focus⁠‌​ on getting to​⁠ the town. Young‍ people these days.‍‌‍ Tsk, tsk.”

The​⁠⁠ frog sitting on​⁠ Yan’s head waved⁠‍​ a paw as​‌⁠ it spoke. Kihano‌​‌ sighed deeply.

His⁠ dreams were big,‌⁠‍ but his reality‌⁠ was being stuck​​​ in the mud,​⁠ pulling the reins‌​⁠ of an old⁠ horse. If he⁠ didn’t want to⁠​⁠ sink like the‍‌ animal, he would​​ have to adapt​‌ to the world‌ the dragons had​‌‌ created.

“…Well,​‍‌ at least the​ scenery isn’t bad.”⁠

As​⁠ they climbed the‍‍ hill with effort,‌ a green open‌ meadow of Consuegra‍‌⁠ stretched out before⁠‍​ them. A wave​⁠‍ of green that‍ seemed to soothe⁠ Kihano’s burning chest.‌‌‍ He took a deep breath as⁠‍ he admired the⁠⁠ view.

***⁠

“Name.”​

“…Kihano.”‌​‍

“Age.”⁠‌‍

“Twenty.”‌

“Why⁠⁠ have you come​​​ here?”

Although​⁠⁠ it seemed like⁠‌‍ an insignificant town,‍ the strict attitude‍‌ of the guards‌ watching over it​‌ was quite irritating.‌​‍

“It​​ says right there.‍ I’ve been sent​⁠ by your feudal​⁠ lord; don’t you​‍​ see?”

Even‌‍ after showing them​⁠ the order with⁠ the lord’s seal,​‌​ the guards’ attitude‌ didn’t change. Kihano’s⁠‍ frustration grew as‍ he found no‌‍‌ solution.

“They‍⁠ say there’s been⁠‌ a witch around‍⁠​ here lately. I’ve⁠ come to capture​ her.”

Although‍‌ his appearance, covered​‍⁠ in mud, didn’t⁠‍‍ inspire much confidence,​‍‌ the feudal lord’s‍‍ order was authentic.⁠‍⁠

Moreover,‌​ since he had​‌‌ a squire with​⁠​ him, he fulfilled‌‌ the appearance of‍ a knight. There‌ was no reason​⁠ to hold him⁠‌ any longer, though​⁠ the frog he​ carried as a pet aroused suspicion.‌

“…Welcome​‍‍ to Consuegra, Sir‍ Kihano.”

“So,‍⁠ can I go‌‍‍ in now, gentlemen?”‌

“Yes,​ go ahead.”

When‌​‍ the spear blocking⁠⁠‍ his way was​⁠‍ lifted, the palisade‍ granting access to‌​ Consuegra appeared. However,​ as he was‌⁠ about to enter,‍⁠‌ a voice from​‍ the guards made‌ him stop.

“Once⁠‍ inside the town,​‌⁠ please report immediately‍​‍ to the tax​ collector.”

“…The‍‌ tax collector? Isn’t‌​ that usually the‌‍‍ mayor?”

In​‍ small towns like⁠⁠ this, it was‍​ usually the mayor‌​​ who handled everything.‌‍ The presence of‌‌​ a tax collector⁠​‍ sent directly by​‌‌ the lord piqued​⁠​ Kihano’s curiosity.

“Yes.‌‌⁠ And if possible,‍ please maintain discretion…”‌⁠‌

“Well,​‍ what an expensive​‍ town. Hard to‌⁠‍ enter and complicated⁠ to move around‌‍ in.”

With‌ an enigmatic smile,​​ Kihano turned toward‍ the guards.

“It​ really seems like​⁠ there’s a witch​‌ here, doesn’t it?”‍⁠‌

Witch.‌​‍

Unlike‌​‍ mages, who used‌​ magic through mysteries,‌‍ witches performed all​ sorts of illicit​‌​ acts by dark​ means.

The‍ possibility that one⁠⁠ was here sparked​⁠‍ a glimmer of⁠⁠⁠ interest on Kihano’s​‍ face.

***‌​‍

“Kihano,‍​ sir, this is‌‍​ not the right‌‌ way.”

Yan’s‍‌ voice sounded desperate​‍ from behind, but⁠ he didn’t dare‌​‌ stop him.

“The⁠‌‍ guards said we⁠ should go directly⁠ to the tax‍⁠ collector…”

“I⁠​‌ know.”

Because⁠ the place they⁠ were standing in⁠‌⁠ front of was‌ not the tax‌‍ collector’s office, but,​ inexplicably, a tavern.‌​​

Yan​‌ could only hop‍ anxiously while Kihano,‍‍‍ with complete ease,​‌ entered the place.‍

“Yan,⁠‌ don’t you know?‍​‍ Before meeting someone‌ important, it’s good‍​​ manners to shake‍ off the dust​‍‌ and freshen up‌ with a bit‌ of liquor.”

“…Really?”​

“What‌⁠‍ other choice do⁠‍ you have? Just‌⁠​ follow me.”

Although⁠⁠ Yan frowned in​‌ doubt, Kihano had‍‍ already opened the⁠ tavern door and‌​​ entered.

“Hmm,‌⁠⁠ not bad.”

It‌⁠ was the typical⁠⁠‌ tavern of a small town. The‍ ground floor served‌⁠​ food and drinks,‌‍​ and the upper‍‌ floor functioned as⁠ an inn. The‍​​ smell of food‌‍ was enough for⁠‍ Kihano to decide‍‌‍ that it wasn’t‍ a bad place.⁠‍​

“I’d​​⁠ like to order​ something.”

“What’s‌ the most popular‍​⁠ thing here?”

“We‍ only sell one​ thing.”

“Then⁠​‍ bring me that‌‍ and a beer.”‍⁠

“Kihano,⁠ sir…”

“Better‌ make it two​‍ of those and​​‌ a beer.”

After‍‍‍ placing the order​​ with the tavern⁠ owner, Kihano looked⁠‍ around and spoke‍‍ to Yan.

“There‌​‌ are a lot‌⁠‌ of people.”

“Yes,⁠ it seems the⁠‌​ food is really​‌ good. In the‌‍ tavern in our​‌ village, there was​‍ never this many​ people.”

For‌ a large city,​​ this was normal,​⁠​ but this was⁠​⁠ a small town​⁠ on the outskirts‍ of the territory.‍‌⁠ It was odd⁠‍‍ that so many‍‍ people were gathered‍​​ in the tavern.‍

“How‌‍ good can it​⁠ be for them‍⁠ to leave their‌‍ work and come‍‌ here?”

He​‍ estimated there were​ about thirty people,‌‌​ all men of‌‌ working age.

“Here​​‌ you go.”

“Oh,​ that was quick.”⁠⁠​

“The‍⁠⁠ stew is always‍‍ ready.”

The⁠​⁠ stew came out​​ shortly after ordering.⁠‌‍ It was a thick mixture of‍ meat and vegetables.‍​ Yan, seeing the⁠‍ hot food, smiled​ from ear to‍⁠⁠ ear.

“Thank⁠‌⁠ you, Sir Kihano!”‍

“Yes,‌‍ eat up. This​ will be added‍‍‍ to the 20‌‌ gold you owe.”‌​‌

“…Understood.”⁠‌​

Yan​⁠ hung his head,⁠ dejected, while Kihano​ took a spoonful‌ of stew to⁠ his mouth.

“Mmm,​‍ it’s good.”

The‌ stew, cooked for⁠ a long time,‍‍ had a thick​ and comforting flavor,​ typical of rural‍‌ towns.

“…But⁠‌​ I don’t think‌​ it’s so good‌ that people would‌‍ crowd in like​‌ this.”

It⁠​‌ wasn’t delicious enough‌⁠ to abandon work‌‌ and pack the​⁠​ tavern.

“…On​‌ my farm, the​ sheep were torn‍ apart. At first,‌‍‍ I didn’t even⁠‍​ know what it⁠‌ was.”

“At⁠ night, the children‍ get so scared⁠⁠​ they have fits.”⁠

“This‌‍⁠ is the work​​⁠ of a witch.‍‍​ What else could‍ it be?”

“…”‍‍

Kihano‍⁠ chewed slowly as⁠‌‌ he listened to‌⁠ the conversations in‌‍‌ the tavern.

He⁠ had gone there‍​ on purpose to⁠​‌ hear the town’s⁠‌ rumors before carrying⁠ out the feudal‌​‌ lord’s mission.

***‌

“W-What‌​​ an honor to‌‌‌ have such a distinguished person in‌⁠ such a humble‍⁠‍ place…”

In⁠​ the city of‌ Enares, near Consuegra,‍‍ tension filled the‍ mayor’s office as⁠⁠ the sun set.‌‍​

“If‍​⁠ you had informed‌⁠ us, we would​​ have come to​⁠​ greet you.”**

“…”‍‍‌

The⁠‍‍ mayor bowed deeply,​‌​ with a pathetic‍‍ expression. He could‍‍ barely breathe from‌ the effort of⁠‌⁠ holding in his‌ belly.

“I‍ received the report‌ from the mages.​⁠‌ They say the‍ investigation is about​ to conclude.”

“That’s‌‍‍ right! They told‌ me so themselves!”​⁠

The‌‍​ mayor, ignoring his‍⁠ shortness of breath,‍⁠ rubbed his hands‍​ as he spoke‌⁠ to the man​⁠​ before him.

“I‌​​ made sure to‌‌ assist them in​⁠‍ everything and gave⁠ them the best​⁠ possible treatment… I did everything I could to contribute‍ to their goal.”‌

In⁠​​ a way, he⁠ seemed servile.

It​ wasn’t a look‍ befitting a mayor⁠ responsible for a city, but the​​ reason he did​⁠‌ his utmost to‌⁠‌ bow his head​ was because the‍⁠‌ man in front⁠‌⁠ of him was‌​ naturally in a position to demand⁠‍‍ it.

“…Good‍​⁠ work.”

The​‌‌ man’s golden hair‌ gleamed in the​ light of the‍ setting sun. Even‍ in twilight, his‌‌ hair maintained its​‍‍ golden luster.

“If‍​⁠ this succeeds, I will remember your​ name.”

The⁠‌​ man’s eyes, a cold blue, reflected​​‍ pure perfection. The‌​​ mayor bowed even⁠ deeper.

“T-Thank‌ you, Lord Sarnus!”‍⁠

Sarnus​‍ Dragulia. A young‍⁠ dragon who was⁠ beginning to stand​ out in his⁠‌‍ family. He smiled‌ as he looked‍⁠ at the mayor‍ bowed before him.⁠​‍

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