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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapteer 282: Side Story – The Boy with Blue Eyes (2)

Chapteer 282: Side Story – The Boy with Blue Eyes (2)

Ribbit,‍‍​ ribbit.

When⁠‍ the sun set‌⁠⁠ and the sky‍‌ began to turn​​ dark blue, the‍‌‍ croaking of frogs⁠​​ echoed softly near‍​ the well.

It​‌‌ was the hour⁠ when the small‍‌ creatures that had⁠ remained hidden all​‍‌ day began to‍⁠⁠ stir along with​⁠​ the cool evening​‍‍ air.

And​ in the stable​ beside the well,​⁠ some little ones​‍ were whispering as⁠‌​ well.

“That’s‌ why I told‍‍⁠ you we shouldn’t​⁠ have done it…”⁠

said⁠ a chubby boy‌‌‌ in a voice‌​ that was almost⁠ tearful.

“It’s⁠​⁠ Sir Jager. The⁠‌ scariest person in‌ the entire Bayezid‍ family! Do you‌​ even know why​‌ the Commander lost​‍‌ an eye?”

“No.”‍

the‌​ blond boy answered‌‌ flatly.

And‍‍⁠ he did so‍ while hanging upside‍ down from the​‌ stable ceiling.

“What‍‍ do you mean‌‍‍ you don’t know?!‍ It was your‌ father’s Master!”

“Precisely‌‌ because he was⁠ my father’s Master,⁠⁠ I don’t know!‌‌ If he had​​ been my Master,‌‌ then I’d know!”‍

Two⁠‌ boys hung from‌‍ the ceiling completely‍‌​ wrapped in ropes.​

Since⁠ the ropes were⁠ brown, they looked‌‍ like enormous chrysalises.​

On‌ top of that,​ they had small​ wooden boards hanging⁠​ around their necks⁠ as though they⁠ were criminals.

The​‌ blond boy’s board​​‌ read.

“Horse‍​ Thief!”

And​ the chubby boy’s‌‌ read.

“Idiot​‍ Who Got Dragged‍ Along by the⁠ Horse Thief!”

The‍ words had been‍⁠​ written in visibly⁠ irritated handwriting.

“My‍ grandfather told me​ that when the⁠‌ Commander was young,‍ he was terrifying.​‌‍ He said there⁠​ was a time​​ when he killed‍ more than a hundred assassins all‍⁠ by himself.”

“A‍‌‌ hundred?”

“Yes,‌⁠ completely alone. And⁠‍ they were very​⁠‌ famous guys!”

They‌‌ had plenty of​ time.

Nothing​​ to do.

And‌ they were tied⁠ up from head⁠ to toe.

Naturally,⁠‍ Emil began paying⁠⁠‍ attention to Hampton’s⁠⁠ story.

“The‍ great Lady Oksana​ was on her⁠⁠‍ way to visit​⁠ her family when⁠ the assassins appeared.​​ And he killed‍ all of them.⁠⁠ But the most‍ incredible part was‍⁠ how he did⁠‌ it.”

The‌​ chubby chrysalis swayed​‍​ slowly as he⁠⁠ whispered to the⁠​ blond chrysalis.

“He‌ said it was‌​ only fair payment.⁠​​ The one carrying‌​‌ poison was killed⁠‍‌ with poison. The⁠⁠ one carrying a sword was stabbed.⁠ The one carrying‌ a spear was​​ run through with‌ a spear.”

“Wow.”⁠​

“Anyway,​​‍ that was where​​⁠ he lost his‌​ eye. But when‌ my grandfather went‌‌⁠ there afterward, it‍‌​ turned out that⁠​ none of the‍ corpses had eyes.‍​​ Sir Jager had‍ torn them all‌‍​ out.”

It‌ was a story‍‍ difficult to know‍‍‌ for those unfamiliar​ with the internal⁠‍ affairs of the‌‌⁠ Bayezid family.

Because‌⁠‌ at that time,‍ fierce political struggles⁠‌⁠ still surrounded the‌‌‍ two young heirs.⁠‍

Although‍ Jager had already‌‍⁠ built a legend⁠‌ in his youth​ as a warrior⁠‍ capable of facing‍ a hundred men‍⁠⁠ alone, his fame‍⁠‌ did not truly‌ spread throughout the‍⁠ North until much⁠ later because of‌ those circumstances.

“…Really?”‍‍‌

The‌​‌ blond chrysalis’s face⁠ began to pale.‍‍

Considering‍‍​ he was hanging‍​ upside down, his​⁠ face should have⁠ been red as​⁠ a tomato.

But​‍ it seemed the​⁠​ story had affected⁠⁠ him quite a bit.

“Then‍⁠ what did he⁠‍ do to the⁠​⁠ thieves? Because technically​ I’m not a thief. I only⁠​ borrowed it for‍​ a little while.”‌

“I⁠ don’t know. Though‍ maybe one of‌‌ your family’s mounts⁠‍ would be enough‍‍​ to settle it.”‌‍⁠

“Really?‌‌ Then I wish‍ I’d taken my‍ sister’s horse.”

After⁠⁠⁠ saying that, the‍‌​ blond chrysalis began‌‌ untying himself with​ surprising ease.

A moment later, he⁠‍‍ dropped to the‍ ground.

“Hey,‍‌ Emil! What the‌‍ hell? How did‌‍‌ you get loose?”​

“I​⁠ learned.”

The⁠⁠ blond boy rubbed‌ his ankles.

The‌ ropes had been‍ tied so tightly‌‍ that they hurt.‌‍

“Wow.‌​‌ They really intend​​⁠ to leave me​⁠‍ hanging here all‍‍‍ day.”

Emil‌‌ clicked his tongue⁠ in annoyance.

He​‍‍ had assumed they‌​‌ would scold him‍‍‌ a little and‌ that would be‍‌ the end of‌ it.

He⁠ never imagined they⁠ would leave him⁠ hanging there until‌⁠ nightfall.

It⁠‍ made him realize‌ once again that​ he was not‍ at home.

“Emil!⁠‌ Let me down⁠ too!”

The⁠ chubby chrysalis began‍ shouting desperately.

But​‍ Emil did not‍‌⁠ even turn around.‍⁠‌

“And‍‌ if I let‌​ you down, will‌​ you be able⁠⁠⁠ to climb back‌ up?”

“Why‌ would I need‍ to climb back‍ up?”

“Ah,⁠‌‍ you really are​​​ an idiot.”

They‍​​ were both being‌‍ punished.

And‌‌‌ sooner or later,⁠‌‌ someone would come​ to untie them.‌⁠​

If‌‌ at that moment‌ they were found‍‌ casually wandering around‌ after freeing themselves.​‍⁠

And‍​ if the person​‌‌ who showed up‍ happened to be⁠ the one-eyed demon‍‌‍ who had killed​⁠⁠ a hundred assassins‍‍‍ all by himself.‍‌

“…I’d​‍‌ better stay hanging.”⁠‍

“Good⁠⁠ idea.”

While⁠​‌ the chubby chrysalis‌ continued curing and⁠ drying like a ham hanging from‍‌ the ceiling, the​‍ blond boy began​ slowly walking around​‌ the stable to⁠​‌ stretch his body.​‌⁠

“It’s‍‌ definitely different from​‍ the one at​‌⁠ my house.”

It⁠‍​ truly was a stable worthy of‌ Bayezid.

As​​‌ befitted one of‌⁠ the most important‌​⁠ families in the‍‍ North, all the‌​ horses were enormous⁠ and radiated health.⁠

And⁠ it made sense.‌⁠⁠

After​⁠ all, these were⁠ the mounts used‌ by the Bayezid⁠‌ knights.

Anything​⁠ less would have⁠‍ been unacceptable.

“No​ matter how I look at it,‌‌ you’re the boss‌ around here. Right?”​

As‍‍ he wandered through‍‌ the stable, the⁠⁠ boy stopped in‍‍ front of a massive black horse⁠​‌ that occupied a large space all‌‌‍ to himself.

It‌​ was a mount​ anyone would consider‍​‌ special.

The⁠⁠‌ horse ridden by⁠ Sir Jager.

“So⁠ what am I supposed to do⁠​ if even you‍‍ refuse to carry​‍ me? In fact,‌‌​ one of the⁠⁠⁠ reasons I came‍‍​ here was because‌ of you.”

Neigh.‌

As‌⁠ if it had‌‍ understood his words,⁠⁠ the enormous black‍ horse snorted.

But‌‍ at the same⁠‍ time, it slowly‌‍‍ began backing away.⁠​‍

It‍‌ was clearly frightened.​‌‍

“Tsk.”⁠

The⁠ difference in size⁠‌​ between them was‍‍‌ like the distance​‌​ between heaven and‌‍ earth.

If​⁠ anyone had seen​‌ the scene, they‌‍ would probably have⁠⁠⁠ pulled the boy⁠⁠⁠ away, considering it‍‍⁠ dangerous.

Yet‌ the enormous horse‍‌ was backing away‍ with its tail​‍‌ tucked.

And⁠‍ the small boy‍‌ was watching him⁠‌ with a disapproving‌‍‍ expression.

It​ was such a strange sight that​​ it felt unsettling.​⁠

“Why​‌ does everyone hate⁠ me? Huh? I’m‌ honestly a good​‌ person.”

Despite​‌ the harshness of‍ his gaze, he‍ seemed genuinely hurt​ that the horse⁠‌ was avoiding him.‍

He​ roughly ran a hand through his⁠ hair and then‍​ jumped up to‌​​ sit on the⁠​‍ fence.

“…I‍​‍ should have gotten‍‌​ that horse no⁠‌ matter what.”

It‌ had not always‌ been this way.‍​

When⁠ he was very​ young, he got​ along perfectly well​‍‍ with the dogs‍‌​ and cats at​ home.

But⁠⁠​ everything began to‌ change the day‍⁠‌ the dragon’s wild‌ nature awakened in‍⁠ his blue eyes.‌‍‍

“Maybe‍‍‍ I should have‌ tried dyeing my​​‍ hair red like‌‌ my sister…”

And‍⁠ the truth was‍ that there was‍​ another person who​ shared exactly the‌ same problem.

His‌‌ older sister.

Two⁠ years older than‌​ him.

As‍⁠​ long as she‍​ had the same​⁠ problem, he had⁠​‍ never cared too‌​​ much about being‍‌ unable to ride​​⁠ a horse.

But⁠​⁠ that was already​ in the past.​

“That‌‍‍ was an incredible‌‍‌ horse.”

When⁠‍ his sister turned​‍‍ sixteen, his father‌​​ took both of‍​ them to the​ blue grasslands that‍⁠ connected Varna and⁠​‌ Sturma.

And⁠⁠‍ there he showed‌ them an old⁠‍ friend of his.‌⁠‌

A magnificent black horse.‌‌⁠

His​​ name was Noir.‌‌‍

“My​‌‍ sister is lucky.​ She has her⁠ own horse.”

It‍ was a majestic‌​ mount, worthy of​⁠ the man who‍ had once ridden‌‍‍ him.

But‌‍‍ the horse that‌ truly caught the‍‍⁠ boy’s attention was‍ another one.

A foal shyly peeking⁠‌​ its head out​ beside Noir.

It‌⁠ was completely black‍ like his father.‌​

But​‍ it had a white diamond-shaped mark​⁠ on its forehead.‌‌​

“Ha.‌​ Blond hair is‌‍​ useless. I can’t⁠ even win over‌ a single horse.⁠ Red hair is⁠‍⁠ the best.”

They​‍ said the children‍‌⁠ of the grasslands‌​‍ adored the color⁠⁠⁠ red.

And‌⁠​ that foal had​‌‌ stopped in front⁠ of red as‍​ well.

His‍‍‌ sister had been​​‍ enchanted when she‌​ touched such a small and soft​‍ animal for the‌⁠‌ first time in‌‌⁠ a long while.‍‌

She‌‍ carefully stroked him.‌​​

She‍ rode him.

And‌‍‍ she crossed the‌ blue grasslands with​‍ him.

As​ he watched the‍⁠‌ red-haired young woman⁠ and the young​‍⁠ black horse running​‌ beneath the moonlight,⁠ the boy became⁠⁠‌ so jealous that‌‌ he almost cried‌⁠‌ like a little‌ child.

“Damn‍ it, why did⁠ Noir have only‍ one foal? Mares‌‍​ go around with‌​‍ several at a time!”

“If‍ you have several⁠ wives, then it’s‌‌ normal to have‍⁠‍ several children.

Even‌​‌ my father had⁠‌ two, including me.⁠

They​ could have had‍‌‍ several foals and⁠⁠ left at least​ one by my‍‌‌ side!”

“Huh?”⁠​‍

Emil​ was immersed in⁠‌ his own indignation.‌​

Then,⁠⁠⁠ suddenly, his ears‌‌⁠ perked up.

He‍ had sensed someone‍‌ approaching from far⁠‌‌ away.

“…Emil,⁠ I’m starting to‍​⁠ see double.”

“Hang​​‌ in there a little longer. Someone’s‌​ coming.”

Grabbing‍⁠​ the end of​ the rope, Emil⁠ spun rapidly like⁠‌​ a top and​‍ wrapped the rope‍​ around his body​​ again.

Then‌⁠ he used his‌ little finger to‍​⁠ tie a knot‍ from the inside.​‍

It⁠ was so perfect‍ that, when he‍ finished, the blond⁠⁠ chrysalis was there​​‍ once again as​ if he had⁠ never moved.

“…That’s‍⁠ why I said​‌‌ we could have‍ sent a telegram‍⁠ before coming…”

“…I​ told you I did send one,‌ brat! Stop treating‍⁠‌ me like some‌ senile old man!”​

The⁠ voices began to‌ carry from the​‍ distance.

Only​‍ then did the‍‌⁠ horses notice the‍‌⁠ presence of visitors‍ and begin to‌ grow restless.

“Even‍‌⁠ if you’re that‍⁠ eager to see​ Emil, shouldn’t you‍‍ greet the Count⁠ first? I think‍ that would be⁠ proper, Senior.”

“Open‌‍ the door first!‍ I’m tired!”

Creeeak.‌‍⁠

Upon​‍‍ hearing the door‌​ open, Emil smiled⁠ discreetly.

Because​ he already knew⁠‌‌ who was on‌‍ the other side.‍‍

Tap.​‍ Tap. Tap.

The​‍‌ sound of dragging‌ footsteps.

And‍‌ the tapping of​ a cane.

It‌​ was a familiar⁠‍​ sound he had‌‌ heard ever since⁠​‌ he was very​‍⁠ small.

Hearing‍⁠⁠ it, Emil opened⁠‍⁠ his eyes with​‌ apparent difficulty.

“Gran…‌ dpa… Ramund…”

In‌ his upside-down vision‌‌ appeared a bald⁠ knight with an⁠​ awkward expression.

And‍​ beside him, an‌​⁠ old man whose⁠ face was completely⁠ wrinkled with anger.‌‍‍

“Oh,‌‍ dear heavens! Oh,​ dear heavens, Emil!”⁠‌

At​‍⁠ the sight of‌‌ the children hanging‍⁠⁠ upside down, the⁠ old man seemed⁠ to completely lose​⁠⁠ his composure.

He⁠ even dropped the‌‍⁠ cane he was‌⁠⁠ holding and began‌​ clapping his hands​ one after another.⁠​

It‌​ was exactly the‌⁠‌ reaction one would‍‌ expect from an⁠‍ elderly person.

Maksim,‍​ already accustomed to⁠​⁠ it, spoke with​⁠⁠ obvious weariness.

“They‍‍ haven’t been hanging‍‌​ there that long.⁠ Just today.”

“Oh,⁠‍⁠ dear heavens! Oh,​‍⁠ dear heavens!”

“Normally​​‍ we leave them⁠ hanging for three‍ or four days.‌​‌ Besides, this custom⁠​‌ was your idea‌⁠‌ when you were⁠‍ still here, Senior.”⁠

“Shut​⁠ up, you damned‌​ bald man! Get​⁠⁠ the children down​ at once!”

He⁠‍⁠ was an old⁠‌ man capable of‌‌‌ making even the‍ knight known as⁠ Bayezid’s disciplinarian nervous.⁠‍​

And​‌ he was also‌‍ someone whom the‍ Swordmaster’s son naturally‌​ called Grandpa.

“Honestly,⁠ please stop calling⁠ me bald in‌‌ front of the​​ children, Lord Ramund.⁠ I have my‍‍​ dignity too.”

The⁠ Beacon of the‌​ North.

Bayezid’s​ living legend.

The​‍‌ leader of the‍ unforgettable Golden Generation.‍⁠⁠

Knight​ Ramund.

“If‍ I can’t call‍‌ a bald man‌ bald, then what​⁠ am I supposed‌ to call him?!‍ You have less⁠ hair than I do!”

Watching​‌‌ that man, who⁠ now looked like‌​ nothing more than​‍‍ an ordinary grandfather,​‍‍ Emil smiled to⁠ himself.

Then,‌‍‌ feeling that enough‌‌ was enough, he⁠​ stuck out his⁠⁠ tongue, let his​ head loll to‌ one side, and‌⁠ muttered a single‍‍​ word.

“Bleh.”‍

And‌⁠⁠ immediately afterward, he⁠ let his body​ go completely limp.​

“Aaaah!​‌​ My boy!”

Emil‍ was pretending to‍⁠ have fainted.

Ramund⁠​​ was shouting as‍⁠⁠ though the world‌⁠‍ were coming to‌‌ an end.

And‌⁠ Maksim, seeing the‍ old man on‌ the verge of​ a fit, hurriedly⁠ lowered the blond‍ chrysalis.

“…I‍‌ honestly think I’m​ going to die.‌ Couldn’t you lower‍ me first?”

Unlike‍⁠ Emil, the chubby​ chrysalis had been⁠ hanging there all​⁠ day.

With​ unfocused eyes, he⁠ spoke in a weak voice.

But​ no one paid‍ him any attention.⁠

“Why⁠ did you hang​ this good boy‍ up?! Where is​‍​ that grumpy Jager?!”​

“Please,⁠‌‍ Senior, don’t do‌ this. We have‌ our rules too.”‍

“Excuse‍‌ me…”

“To​‌‌ hell with the​ rules! Why are‌‌‍ you punishing a child?! Damn that‍ one-eyed man and‍‍‍ damn that bald‌⁠ man too!”

“…”​‌

The‌‌ chubby chrysalis was​‌‌ left hanging there‍⁠ alone.

Completely⁠‍​ alone.

He‌⁠‌ tried swaying gently,​‌⁠ as if to‍​‍ say, ‘I’m here.’⁠‌

But,‌⁠‌ incredibly enough…

No​ one paid him‌‌​ the slightest bit⁠ of attention.

 

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