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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapteer 275: Extra 15 – The Suspicious Town (1)

Chapteer 275: Extra 15 – The Suspicious Town (1)

The‍ child’s round cheeks‍ were adorable.

His​ eyes moved from​‌⁠ side to side,‍ following the movements​ of Kihano’s hand.‌

Even⁠‍‍ Kihano, who was‌ trying to attract‌ the boy’s attention⁠​⁠ by waving a candy, couldn’t help‌‍⁠ but laugh at⁠ that innocent expression.​⁠

“So,‌​ you say that​​ lately, you’ve been‌⁠‍ hearing strange noises‍ at night?”

“…Yes.”⁠‌

“Noises​⁠‌ that the adults‌ can’t hear, but‍ you and your‍​⁠ friends can?”

“Uh-huh.”​‍‌

The​‌‍ boy’s eyes remained​ fixed on the‍⁠‍ candy Kihano was‌⁠ holding, but his⁠‌ outstretched fingers pointed‌ toward the hill.⁠

With‌‌⁠ his arm extended,​ he indicated the‌ windmills that stood​ on the town’s⁠‍ hill.

“That​ windmill. Someone cries‍​​ from there.”

“…Cries?”​‍

“Yes.⁠ Cries. The windmill‍⁠ cries every night.”‌

When​ the boy said‍⁠ that the windmills​⁠​ cried, Yan, standing​‍‌ beside him, began‍ tilting his head‌⁠‍ as if he‌​ couldn’t understand.

However,⁠‌ Kihano’s eyes remained⁠​‍ calm and serious.‍‌‌

“I’ve​​‍ told you everything…​⁠‌ Can I have⁠⁠ the candy now?”⁠⁠⁠

After‌⁠​ finishing his story,​​ the boy held​‌ out both hands‍‌⁠ toward Kihano, as‍ if asking for‍‍‌ a reward.

Moved​‌⁠ by the endearing‌​ gesture, Kihano gave​‌​ him the candy.​

The⁠‌ boy smiled broadly‌​‍ upon seeing the⁠‌‍ sweet in his‌‌ hand, while Kihano‌ slowly stood up.⁠‍⁠

“A⁠⁠ windmill that cries.”⁠​

The⁠⁠ rumor that a windmill cried at​ night.

Only‌​ the children had⁠ heard it, so​‌⁠ the adults dismissed‌​ it as nonsense.⁠

But​​ now, Kihano’s eyes‌⁠‌ reflected a different​⁠ kind of seriousness.‍

“…Five⁠ children have said‍⁠ the same thing.”​

It‌‍ was strange for‍‍‍ five children to‍ give the exact​‌‍ same testimony.

Even‌‍ coming from children,‌⁠ hearing the same​ account five times‍ deserved to be​‌ taken seriously.

‘And​⁠‌ that mage told‍⁠‌ me not to⁠ go near the‌ windmill.’

Yesterday,‍ the grim-looking mage​ had warned him‍ not to go​ near the windmill.⁠

It‌‌ wasn’t clear whether⁠‍ it was a warning or a threat.

Recalling​‌⁠ that moment, Kihano‌‍‍ chewed the last⁠ candy with a thoughtful expression.

***‌‌⁠

“In​ any case, I would prefer you​ not to go⁠⁠​ near the windmill.”⁠​

For⁠‌ a quiet town,⁠ the mayor’s house​‍‌ was surprisingly luxurious.⁠‌‌

Building‍​‌ a house of⁠‌ that size could‌​‍ only mean the​ mayor had a good reputation or​‍ had embezzled a lot of money.‍

“Investigating‍ the witch is​ fine, but it​​ would be better⁠ to avoid that​⁠‍ place.”

However,‌‍‍ the one receiving​ him wasn’t the​‌ mayor, but a completely different man.‌​‍

A middle-aged man in​ an embroidered robe⁠‌​ with a stern‌‍ expression.

His‌‌‍ refined demeanor and‌ expensive robe made‍ it clear that​​ he was a mage.

“I⁠ am conducting experiments‌‍‌ that require a certain degree of⁠‍‍ privacy. I hope​‌‌ you understand.”

His‌​‍ tone reflected a distinguished education.

And⁠ with that robe‌ that looked so‌ expensive, no one⁠‌​ would doubt his​⁠ position.

If⁠‌ it weren’t for‍ his feet on‍‍ the table, Kihano​‌​ would have thought⁠‍ he was a respectable person.

“Well…⁠⁠‌ As long as‌​‌ you let me​‌​ investigate without interference,​ I don’t mind.”‌

Although​ the man’s behavior⁠‍​ was disrespectful, the​⁠‌ tax collector beside‌​‍ him seemed too‍‍​ nervous to say‌​ anything.

The‌ man, who had‍‍ introduced himself as⁠ Samonte, acted as‍‌​ if the place⁠ belonged to him.‍

“It’s‌​⁠ an experiment supervised​ directly by the‍⁠ Dragulia family. It‍⁠ can’t be helped.”⁠

“A‌⁠‍ very understanding young⁠‌‌ man.”

No​​ matter how disrespectful‌‍‌ Samonte was, the​​⁠ name Dragulia demanded⁠​‌ respect.

Even⁠‍ if he wasn’t‌​⁠ a dragon, no‍‌⁠ one dared challenge‌‍ someone who represented‌ that family.

“I‍⁠‍ wonder what kind⁠ of experiment is‌‌ being conducted in⁠ this small town,‍ but that’s all​ I need to‍ cooperate with.”

“Yes.”​

However,‌​ the man now​​ standing in front‍ of Samonte was‍‍ the infamous bastard⁠​⁠ of the Frausen‌⁠⁠ family.

Perhaps,​​‍ if he had‍‌⁠ been careful with⁠‍ his actions until⁠⁠⁠ now, the word⁠​‌ “bastard” wouldn’t have‌‌‍ been attached to⁠‍ Kihano’s name.

“It’s‍​ curious, isn’t it?⁠‍ That in a town supervised by⁠‌ the Dragulia family,⁠‍ a witch appears⁠ — something so⁠ rare to see.”‌

“…”​​

“If⁠​‌ this is all‌‍ just a coincidence,‍ it would truly⁠‌ be something curious.”⁠​

Kihano⁠⁠ was smiling, but‌ his eyes showed‌‌​ no joy.

Samonte⁠‍​ maintained his serious​⁠​ expression.

The‍⁠ tension between them​ made Yan feel⁠‌​ suffocated.

***⁠‍

“I⁠ think I shouldn’t‍ have followed Kihano…”⁠‌‌

On​‌ the way back⁠‍ to the inn‍ from the mayor’s‍ house, Yan was⁠⁠ pulling a small⁠‍‌ donkey while speaking⁠⁠ with a worried​ voice.

“Won’t​ I end up​‍​ being marked too?‍ After all, he’s‍ someone from the​⁠‌ Dragulia family.”

Yan‍​‌ seemed quite nervous‌⁠ about what had⁠⁠‍ happened recently.

For‍ a boy who⁠‍‌ had lived his⁠ whole life in⁠‍ a rural village,​⁠ what he had⁠​⁠ seen was something⁠ completely out of‌‌ the ordinary.

“…Yes,‍​‍ the Dragulia family.”​‍

“Huh?”‌

“But⁠ why would the​ Dragulia family use⁠‍ an expelled mage?”​‍​

However,‌ Kihano, walking ahead,​‍ didn’t seem to​‌​ hear Yan’s voice.‌‌‌ He was lost‌ in his own​‍ thoughts.

“And⁠⁠ besides, a mage​‌ from a fallen⁠ family in the⁠ south. Were they⁠​​ that desperate for⁠ someone?”

“…Kihano,⁠‌‌ what are you‍​ saying now?”

Kihano’s‍ tone was unusual,‍‌ murmuring non-stop as​‌ if trapped in‌‌‌ another world.

Yan‍ found his behavior⁠⁠ strange; he had​​ never seen Kihano⁠ like this.

“From‌‌ the south and‌ from a fallen​ family? What does‍ all that mean?”‍​

“What?”‍

“I⁠‌ mean what you​‍‌ just mentioned. You‌‌⁠ said something about⁠ someone being expelled.”‍‌

Kihano,​​ who was absorbed​​⁠ in his thoughts,‍​‌ seemed to snap‍ back to reality‍​​ when he saw​ Yan’s wide eyes.‍‍

His⁠ expression finally regained‌⁠​ some vitality.

“It‍​​ was Samonte who‍ was expelled.”

“…Huh?”⁠​

Yan​​‍ was visibly confused‍‌ by Kihano’s unexpected‍​ words.

“That​⁠ guy was expelled?‍​ Did someone mention‍‍⁠ that before?”

“Does‍​​ it need to‍ be said? Just⁠⁠‍ looking at him,‍‍ you can tell.”‌⁠

Yan‍ was perplexed. How​ could Kihano gather‍ all that information‌ just by looking?‍​ That Samonte was⁠ from the south,‌​‌ from a fallen⁠ family, and expelled‍⁠ seemed impossible to‍ deduce without being⁠ told.

“…I‍ don’t understand anything‍ you’re saying, Kihano.”‍​

“You‍ saw it too.‌‌ The robe Samonte‍ was wearing.”

“What‍‌ about his robe?”‍​

Yan⁠ still didn’t understand,​ which made Kihano⁠‌ frown, as if⁠⁠ wondering why he‍⁠ couldn’t see something⁠ so obvious.

“It‌ had elaborate embroidery.‍​ Those patterns are‌‍⁠ typical of the​‌​ south.”

“Ah.”⁠⁠​

“Also,​ did you see​ his shiny boots?‍ That means they‍ were treated to‍‍‍ be waterproof. Only​‌‍ people from the‍​⁠ swampy regions of​⁠‌ the south care‍⁠‍ that much about‌⁠ their boots.”

“Oh…”​‍

Although​⁠ they had been‍​ in the same​‍ place and seen​‌ the same person,⁠‌ the information they⁠‍‌ gathered was very‌⁠‍ different. That was⁠​ the difference made⁠⁠​ by Kihano’s sharp⁠⁠ powers of observation.​

“So,‌‍‌ it seems he’s‌​ from the south.‌​‍ But what does⁠‌​ it mean that​‍‌ he’s from a fallen family?”

“He‍ was wearing a ring with a noble family’s seal.⁠⁠​ But the emblem​ was unknown to⁠‍​ me, so it‍ must be from‍​ a family that​ fell at least‌‌⁠ a generation ago.”⁠

Yan⁠⁠​ was amazed. When​​ had Kihano found‌⁠​ time to notice⁠ the ring during‌ that brief meeting?‍ Yan only remembered‌ cowering before Samonte’s‍ intimidating presence.

“And​⁠‍ besides, his clothes‍‌ were worn. It​ looks like he​ takes care of​‌⁠ his clothing carefully,​‍ but even so,⁠ it was worn‌⁠​ out. That means​‌ he doesn’t have‍ much money.”

“…Then‍ why do you‌‌‍ say he’s an⁠ expelled mage?”

Each‍ of Kihano’s deductions⁠⁠⁠ seemed to fit⁠‌ perfectly, and Yan’s‌‌ eyes shone with​⁠ admiration.

Now⁠ he was curious​ to know how⁠ Kihano had concluded‍​‌ that Samonte was⁠​‍ expelled. Kihano shrugged,‌​‍ as if he⁠‍ didn’t have a clear answer.

“…I‌​​ didn’t know that.”​

“Huh?”‍‌

Even‍‍ though he had‍ claimed Samonte was‍​​ an expelled mage,‍‌ he now admitted⁠ he didn’t know‌ the reason.

Yan‌‍ looked at him⁠‍ confused, but the‍ answer came from‍⁠ another source.

“He‌ smelled horrible.”

A coarse, old voice​‍‍ came from inside⁠‍ Kihano’s coat.

It⁠⁠​ was a frog‍‍ blinking impatiently, as‍‍ if it felt​​ uncomfortable after being⁠ hidden.

“There‌‌‌ were many forbidden‌⁠​ energies clustered around⁠ him. The stench⁠‍​ was so strong‌‌​ it made me​​ dizzy.”

The​ small frog, which‌ wore a pointed​‍​ hat, climbed onto‍​ Kihano’s shoulder. When​​ he was still​ human, he had​​ been named Andrew.‌ Now, he scratched‌​​ his head with​​ a hind leg,​⁠⁠ clearly disgusted.

“It‌‍ must be black‌‍​ magic, the kind‌ spreading among mages‍ lately. If his‌‌ powers are that​‍‌ rotten, he was‌‍ surely expelled a long time ago.”​‌​

Yan‌‍‍ had never heard‌‌​ of black magic,‌⁠‍ but the term​‍‌ gave him chills.​⁠‍ The word “black”‌⁠​ alone was enough​‌ to convey something‌‍ sinister.

“What’s​ going on in‌⁠⁠ this town…? I hope I haven’t​‍⁠ gotten into something‌ dangerous.”

At‍⁠​ first, the journey’s‍‍⁠ goal had only‌‍ been to atone⁠ for a mistake.‍‌‌

But‌ now, they were‍ in a town⁠‍ where witches appeared‍‌ and suspicious mages‌ roamed.

As⁠ he walked through‌‌​ the town, Kihano‍ looked at the⁠⁠​ darkening sky of⁠ Consuegra and clicked‌⁠​ his tongue softly.‌​

***⁠

Night​​‌ had fallen completely,⁠ and the hill‌‍‍ where the windmill​‍ stood was shrouded‌‍ in shadows.

In‌ the newest windmill,⁠‌⁠ a faint light‍​​ filtered through the​ window while more‌⁠‍ than a dozen‌ mages worked hurriedly.⁠‍

“…It⁠ seems Baron Turrek⁠‍⁠ made a mistake‍‍ in selecting the​ staff.”

In​‍‌ the highest level‍‌ of the windmill,​‌ in the room‌ just below the‌‌ blades, Samonte reflected‌ on what had⁠​‌ happened while frowning.‌ The insolent attitude‌⁠ of that young‍‍‍ man called Kihano⁠‍ still bothered him.‌

“Or‌‍‌ maybe the Frausen‌⁠‌ family sent him‍​ here by force?”‍

The⁠ situation was frustrating.⁠‍​ An unknown woman‍ was constantly interfering,‍⁠ delaying the experiment.⁠‍​ They had requested‍‍‌ a competent knight​‍‍ to capture her,​⁠ but instead, an​⁠​ irresponsible brat from‍‍ the Frausen family​‍ had arrived.

“This⁠‍ is a headache.‍‍‌ There’s still so‌ much work to‍ do.”

Pressing‌⁠ his temples with‍ his fingers, Samonte​‌ let out a small groan. He⁠ had received support​‌ from the Dragulia‍ family to restore⁠ his fallen family‍ and complete his​ experiment. But the‍​​ moment to show‌‌⁠ results was approaching,‌⁠⁠ and anxiety was‍‌⁠ starting to weigh‍ on him.

“…Come⁠‍ on, cry already,⁠ you cursed creature.”‍

His‍‍ only hope left⁠ was the small‍ snake in the⁠⁠ jar he was‌ holding.

-······!,​⁠ ······!

Inside⁠ the jar Samonte​ held, a tiny⁠ snake hissed incessantly,⁠ showing its small,​ sharp fangs.

A snake so small​‌​ it wouldn’t even‍‍‍ fit in the‍‍ palm of an​‍⁠ adult’s hand.

The⁠⁠ snake kept hissing​⁠ as if telling​ Samonte to release​‍ it, while staring‌​ at him.

The⁠ young snake, which​‍‍ had not yet⁠​‍ grown and had‌‍‌ sharp teeth, was‌‌‌ entirely white like⁠ the moon rising⁠⁠⁠ in the night⁠​‌ sky.

 
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