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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 100: When the snow melts (2)

Chapter 100: When the snow melts (2)

Before.‍

Not​ long ago, Vlad‌ had a conversation​⁠‍ like this with⁠ members of Jorge’s‍‌ organization.

“Ah.⁠‍⁠ I just wish⁠ I had 100‍ gold coins.”

Common‍ conversations that men‍⁠‍ usually have when⁠ they get together.​

A story about alcohol,⁠‌ women, and anything‌‌ special.

And⁠ as these conversations‌‍ unfold, there is‍⁠‍ a story that‍ naturally emerges.

“What‌ should I do‌‌⁠ if I have⁠ 100 gold coins?”⁠

“If​ you have it,​⁠ instead of doing‍‌‌ this, buy some‌‌​ land somewhere and‌ settle down right‌⁠ away.”

“I’ve⁠‌‍ lived here all​ my life and⁠ I guess I’ll⁠⁠ make a living​‌ by farming.”

A story about money.⁠‌‍

They⁠‌ are stories that​⁠ can only be⁠⁠⁠ imagined because they⁠‌ cannot happen exactly.​‌‍

“Look‌‌​ boss. After all,​‍ it’s about business‌​​ more than agriculture.​⁠​ Let’s look for‌ a nice building…”‍‍

“And‍‌‍ then it collapses⁠‌ completely. I think‌⁠ doing business is‍‌ easy.”

Life‍ is sad when‍‍‌ you can clearly‍⁠ see the future.‍‌

That’s‌ why sometimes trivial​​ stories like this⁠ were necessary.

Because‌‍‌ you don’t need‌​‍ any qualification to​‍‍ imagine and talk.‍⁠

“…”⁠⁠‍

You​‍ have to buy‍ land, you have‌‌ to buy a building, no, you​‌‌ have to start​‌‍ a business.

In⁠‍ a conversation that‍ made no sense⁠⁠ but was still⁠⁠‍ passionate, Burleigh looked⁠⁠ at the boy​⁠⁠ who was alone‌‍ in the distance.​⁠​

“Hey‌ junior. What would‍‌ you do if‌ you had 100‌ gold coins?”

The⁠ youngest member of‌‌ the organization, silently​‌ watching as he⁠⁠‍ listened to the​‍‌ useless stories of‌ his elders.

“Who‍‌⁠ gave it to‍​‌ me?”

“You‌ can talk about‍​⁠ that, right?”

The‌ blond boy stopped‌⁠ pushing for a moment and silently‍​ pondered Burleigh’s question.‍‌​

What​‌ would you do​ first if you‌​⁠ suddenly had money?‍⁠

“…If​ I have 100‍ gold coins, I must pay off‍⁠ the debt first.”‍‍‍

“What?​​‍ Do you owe‍⁠⁠ me 100 gold​​⁠ coins?”

“That’s⁠‌ strange. Have you‌​‌ been gambling or‌‍ something?”

It‍‌⁠ was unlikely to‌⁠ happen, but he​⁠ could imagine it,‍⁠‌ and even in‌​⁠ that imagination, Vlad‌‍​ thought he had​‍⁠ to pay off⁠​‌ his debt first.⁠

“It’s‍⁠ not a gambling‍‌ debt, but I still have some​⁠⁠ things to pay.”​​

There⁠ was always a list of people​‍⁠ he had to⁠⁠ pay in the‌ back of Vlad’s​⁠ mind.

Most⁠ of the list​ was about people​‍⁠ who held grudges,‍​‍ but there were‍ also people who​‍ actually owed money‌ and had to‌⁠ be paid, and‍​ the same person’s‌‌ name was always‌ written at the⁠ top of the⁠​‌ list.

“…328⁠‌ gold coins.”

And​⁠⁠ now Vlad, who⁠‌ had to leave‌ Soara, had over​‍‌ 100 gold coins​‌ in his hands.‌

What​‍ would you do‍ if you had⁠‌‍ money?

Although‍⁠‌ Burleigh was no‍ longer there to⁠ hear his answers,⁠ Vlad decided to‌ do what he‍ had always thought‌‌ of doing.

There‍ is not much⁠​​ time left to⁠ leave.

So‌⁠ now is the​⁠ time to repay‌‍ the money.

***​

“I‌⁠ guess something isn’t‍​ right with us.”‌⁠

“Yeah,​⁠‌ I know.”

Two​‍​ people pouring themselves‍‌‍ beer amid the‍ noisy crowd of‌ customers.

Gregory,‌⁠‌ who had been⁠‍ released on probation⁠ again, and Vlad,⁠ who had been‌‌‌ punished with expulsion,⁠ looked at each‌‌‌ other helplessly, excluded‍‌‍ from their duties.‌⁠​

“When‌​ are you leaving?”⁠‍

“About‍‍ five days?I’ll leave​ as soon as‍⁠ I’m ready.”

Joseph​ gave Vlad a week.

Although‍‍ it might seem‍ like a long⁠​⁠ time, it was​‌‌ also a subtly‌ difficult moment from‌​ Vlad’s perspective since​‌​ he had to‌ leave the city⁠ where he had‍‍ lived his entire‍ life.

“…But‌‌‌ everything we planned​ is over.”

The⁠​​ intentions were good,‍‌ but the results‍ were not.

Somehow,⁠‍‌ Gregory, who was⁠‌⁠ the cause of‌​ this incident, wanted‍ to be considered⁠⁠⁠ in his own⁠ way with Vlad,‌‍ who had to⁠⁠ leave the city‍⁠​ because of the⁠‍ job he had​‍⁠ proposed.

“Soon,‌⁠‌ the people from‌ the Kannor family‌ will come to‍‌ Soara.”

In⁠ any case, Black⁠ Bear and his​‌⁠ organization disappeared from‍​ the alleys, and‍ an area in⁠⁠‍ Soara was created‌​‌ where the Kannor⁠⁠ family could occupy.⁠⁠

“This⁠ is a business‍ that cannot fail.‌ It has already‍‌ been coordinated to⁠​⁠ some extent with​​‌ Mr. Joseph.”

“…”⁠

As​ Bordan said, knights⁠ are not people​‍‌ who save money‌‌‌ through salaries.

The⁠ advantage of having‍⁠ a close relationship⁠⁠ with powerful people​‌ was enough to⁠⁠​ attract knights to‍ the shining gold​⁠ coins.

“Invest‍ at least a nominal amount. Then​‌ I’ll take care​‌‍ of it so​⁠⁠ you don’t have‍​ to worry.”

The⁠ Kannor family advances​⁠‌ toward Soara.

Other​​ merchants would do⁠⁠‌ their utmost to⁠​⁠ participate in this‌⁠ business, but Gregory⁠‌​ was saying he⁠‍‌ would open a corner of the​ door just for​ Vlad.

Because‌‌⁠ the knight in⁠⁠ front of him⁠​ was someone who⁠‌ fully deserved it.‍​

“How‌‌ much does it⁠‍‌ cost?”

“I‍‌ don’t know how⁠‌‌ much I received⁠‍ as a special⁠⁠ allowance, but I only contributed what​⁠ I can afford.”‍‍​

Gregory’s‌ eyes looked beyond​⁠​ the beer glass‍‍​ at Vlad.

Originally,‍​ the plan was⁠​‌ to slowly take​⁠‌ root in the‍ alleys with Vlad,​ who knew the⁠ situation well.

“Mmm.”​

At⁠‍ first glance, it‍ sounded like the​‌‍ typical trick of​‍​ a scammer, but‌ the person sitting⁠ across from Vlad‌⁠‌ was a Bayezid⁠⁠ knight whose name⁠​‌ alone could prove⁠⁠ his reliability.

“Are‌‌ 50 gold coins‌​⁠ enough?”

“That’s‌‍‍ enough.”

It⁠​ was a ridiculous⁠⁠‍ amount, but it‌‍‌ would be enough‌​​ to make a name for oneself.‍⁠⁠

And​​ since the Kannor‌‍‌ family was already​ one of the‌‌​ families supporting Vlad,⁠‌‍ they would definitely⁠‌​ take care of​ it without any‌‍‍ regrets.

“Please‍‍ take care.”

“Please⁠ take good care‌‌​ of this while‌‌ I’m away.”

“Understood.”​​‌

Gregory⁠⁠ said he was‍‍‍ sorry, and Vlad‍‌ replied that he‍‍‍ should take care‍‍ of it later,‍ please.

Now⁠⁠⁠ that we’ve said⁠⁠ everything we had‍‍‍ to say to⁠‌‌ each other, all‍ that’s left is⁠ to drink.

“…”⁠

As​ Gregory raised his‌ beer glass, Vlad‌⁠​ looked indifferently at​‌‌ the snacks in‍‍ front of him.‌‍

Mature‌‌ red sausage.

“It⁠ wasn’t tasty.”

Before⁠​ seeing the world,‌ nothing seemed as⁠⁠​ delicious to Vlad‌‍ as this sausage.‍⁠

But‍ Vlad decided he​ would no longer‍‍ be satisfied with‍⁠‌ the poor sausages⁠ produced by the⁠⁠​ black bear.

***‌‌

“What’s‌⁠​ this? I don’t​‍‌ need inn fees.”⁠‌

“I‍​​ can’t stay here‍​​ anymore. There’s also‍‍ a part the​ old Ramund didn’t‌ pay for.”

Vlad⁠‍‌ jokingly handed Marcella⁠‌ 50 gold coins.⁠​⁠

I don’t think she’ll⁠​ accept me if​​‍ I don’t do‍ this.

“…Our​ inn doesn’t charge‍‍ that much, does​⁠‍ it?”

“This‍⁠ is an investment.⁠‍⁠ I’ll return the​​ profits later.”

Vlad‍​ tried to convey⁠ to Marcella exactly‌‌‌ what Gregory had‌ said.

“I‌ think Rose’s Smile⁠‍ Inn will do‌⁠ well once it‍​​ overcomes this crisis.”‍

“Is⁠‍ that so?”

Marcella‍⁠ was investing her​ money to turn‍⁠⁠ Rose’s Smile into⁠ an elegant inn.‍‌‍

However,‍‍​ no matter how‍‍ much money she⁠ had saved, most​​‌ of it was⁠​‌ lost due to‍‌ One-Armed Jack’s interference,​⁠ and although she​‍​ didn’t show it,‍​‌ Marcella was currently‌ struggling with financial​‍ difficulties.

“…Thank⁠‌ you. You won’t‌‍⁠ regret this investment.”‌⁠‌

“In⁠​ return, from now⁠ on, the sausages​‍‍ must always be‌ from the Kannor​​ family. If possible,⁠‍ we should promote‍​​ that too.”

“Hehe.⁠‌‌ If you’re asking‌⁠ for those terms,​‍ I’ll accept.”

If​​ it were simply‍‌​ to show sympathy‍‌ for her young​⁠ heart, she wouldn’t⁠ have accepted. However,⁠​‌ Vlad was proposing‍⁠ his own business‍‌‍ venture and giving​ gold coins in⁠ exchange for an‌⁠ investment.

As​ they looked at‌⁠‍ each other as​‍ equals, not as​ adults and children,⁠ there was no⁠‌‍ reason for Marcella‍⁠​ not to accept.​

“Please​‍‌ take care of⁠ Zemina while I’m⁠‌ away.”

“I‍‌ can’t promise that.”‌

Seeing⁠ Marcella make a subtle expression, Vlad‌‌ could only smile‍ bitterly.

After‍‍⁠ learning that she​​ would be expelled⁠ from Soara, Zemina‌ stayed in a corner of her​ room and didn’t​‌ come out. Her​⁠‍ sense of loss​​⁠ was something only​‌⁠ Vlad could fill.⁠⁠‍

“Where​‍⁠ are you going?”⁠‌​

“I’m​‌‌ a bit busy.”‍

Vlad,​ descending the stairs​ to do his⁠⁠⁠ next job, paused⁠⁠ for a moment​‌‍ and turned his‌‍ head.

There‌‍ was Marcella holding‌​ the bag of​‌‍ gold coins he​‌ had given her.‍

“Thank​​ you.”

“Huh?‌​⁠ What for?”

Jorge‌ picked it up,‌‍ but she wiped⁠‍ it.

Before‌ Marcella washed his​ hair, Vlad’s hair⁠ was gray and⁠⁠ dusty. Now her‍⁠​ inn would receive⁠‍​ high-quality meat from⁠​‌ the Kannor family,​ and she had​‍‌ enough money to​‌​ not worry about‌⁠ deficits for the‌‌⁠ time being. So​ Vlad decided to‍ erase Marcella’s name⁠⁠ from the list‍‌‌ in his head.‌‍

“I’ll⁠ be right back.”​⁠

Now,⁠⁠ there are only⁠ a few days‍​ left for the‍ time Joseph gave​⁠ him.

Vlad‍ hurriedly left the⁠ inn and went⁠​‍ to the monastery’s⁠⁠⁠ graveyard to clean⁠ the tombstone of⁠‌ the old blacksmith.⁠⁠

He​ felt like his​​​ hands would freeze​​‍ in the cold⁠‌‌ weather, but he‍ decided to do​⁠ it anyway.

“Thank​⁠‌ you.”

Because‌​​ he wanted to⁠​⁠ bid farewell to​⁠​ the old blacksmith‌ he wouldn’t see‌​⁠ again for a long time.

With​‌‍ his final greetings​ to him, Vlad‌⁠ crossed off the⁠ old blacksmith’s name⁠‌ from the list⁠‍‌ in his head.​‍‌

“I​⁠ just paid for​​‌ my life.”

“But⁠‌​ I really wanted​⁠​ to thank you.”⁠

Vlad⁠‍‍ went to the‍⁠ town hall and‍​ bowed to the‌​⁠ knight who protected⁠​‌ Rose’s Smile on‍​‌ his behalf.

Although‌​ he said he⁠‌‌ had paid his⁠ debt, Knight Maxim⁠ volunteered to face⁠​‍ the bishop’s soldiers.​​

Vlad‍‍ bowed to Maxim,​​ who had avenged‍‍ him, and when⁠ he saw the⁠​‍ man who had‍ accepted his greeting,​⁠⁠ he crossed another⁠ name off the‌ list.

He​‍‌ brought his favorite​​ snacks to Bordan,⁠​ who had issued‌‍‍ the order in‍​ his name.

He​​‌ bought a nice⁠​ axe for Otar,​​ who believed in‌⁠ him and followed​ him.

Every​​​ time he gave⁠ something to someone⁠ and bowed in​ gratitude, the names⁠⁠ in Vlad’s head⁠‌ were erased one​ by one.

“…”‍⁠​

There⁠ were also people⁠⁠ I didn’t dare‍⁠⁠ to pay, like⁠ Joseph, Jager, and⁠ Priest Andreas.

Vlad‍⁠ wasn’t in a position to say‌‍⁠ anything to them⁠ yet, so he‌ decided to wait​‍ until later.

And​‍ now there was‌⁠‍ only one name‌⁠‌ left, the oldest‌‍ on the list.‌‌‍

“Why​⁠ did you ask‌‌ me to come‍⁠‍ here?”

“To⁠‍‍ settle a debt.”‍

“What‍ debt?”

Harven,​‍‍ who followed Vlad‌ with a limp,​ soon saw a large building leaning​ against the icy‍​ riverbank.

“This‌ is a shipyard.”⁠

“Yes.‌ This is the‌​ shipyard.”

The⁠ harsh northern climate⁠ caused vital rivers‌⁠ to freeze for​ about half the‌⁠ year, but Soara,‍⁠‌ the southernmost city‍‌⁠ in the north,‍‍ managed to escape‌⁠⁠ some of the‌‌ effects.

This​ shipyard was proof⁠‍‌ of that.

“But‌‍ why did you‌⁠ bring me here?”‍​⁠

“I’m‌​‍ paying my debt.”​‍⁠

A shipyard wasn’t just‌​ a place to​ build ships, but​⁠‍ also a place‌​‌ to sell them.​

Of‍ course, the process⁠ would require difficult​‌ procedures, but this‍ didn’t apply to⁠⁠ Vlad, the knight.‌​

“Huff…​‍⁠ Look at that.‍ It looks like⁠ a boat’s leaving.⁠‍ Are they stuck‍​​ by the river?⁠ The captain’s going​‍⁠ to have a hard time.”

“That⁠ was too expensive.”⁠⁠⁠

“Huh?”​‌

Harven⁠ entered the shipyard‌​⁠ with Vlad’s guidance⁠‍‌ and started looking⁠ around happily, like⁠‍⁠ a child.

“I​ always wanted to​​ come here at⁠⁠ least once.”

“…”‍​

Harven‌‍ had loved ships‌​‌ since he was​ young.

They⁠‌ used to talk​‌⁠ about how someday‌ they would buy‌ a boat and‌‌‌ sail down the⁠‌ river, escaping the‌ alleys.

As‌‍ if it were​​‌ a promise they‌⁠ would never forget.​

And‍ young Vlad learned‌‌‍ to look at​‌ the stars by‍ looking at Harven.‌‌⁠

“Do‌⁠‍ you still want‍ to travel by⁠ boat?”

“Yes.”‍‌​

“Do‌‍​ you want to​ leave Soara?”

“Of‌ course… Why are‌ you asking that?”​‌⁠

Harven‍⁠ said he would⁠ definitely go to‍ sea before he‍⁠ died.

However,⁠⁠ Harven ended up‌ trapped in a dark alley protecting⁠⁠ Vlad and Zemina.⁠‌

“That‌​‌ was 200 gold⁠⁠⁠ coins.”

There⁠​ was a day‍ when he carved‌​⁠ a rudimentary cane​ for Harven, who‍⁠ was sitting thoughtfully‍‌ by himself.

That​‍ day, while squatting‍​ somewhere in an‍‌‌ alley, carving wood,‌ Vlad made a decision.

He​ would definitely pay‍⁠ his debt to‍ Harven.

So,⁠⁠⁠ he engraved his​ name deeply in​‍ his mind.

“What?”​‍

Where‌‌ Vlad pointed.

A small boat trapped‍ in a corner⁠ of the shipyard.⁠​

Still,‌ the boat with‌⁠⁠ a horizontally stretched‌‍⁠ sail, as if‍‍‍ to indicate it⁠ was a sailboat,‌‍‍ was a zipper‌‌ boat more commonly⁠‌ used by merchants‌⁠ sailing the river.‍⁠​

“It’s​ a bit cheap.‍‍‌ So I bought‌⁠ it.”

“Huh?”‌

Harven,⁠⁠ who didn’t understand‌ what had just⁠​‍ happened, made strange​​ noises and responded,‌‌ but Vlad simply‍ waved his hand‌‌ and called over​‍‍ the shipyard worker.​

“It’s​‌ yours now.”

“…”‌

Vlad‌⁠⁠ said, handing a piece of paper‍⁠ brought by a shipyard worker.

“Sign‍ it. With your‌‍ name.”

A piece of white⁠​ paper in the‌⁠​ hands of a shipyard worker.

It⁠⁠​ was a ship⁠⁠‌ certificate accrediting ownership⁠ of the boat.​‍​

“No,‌ this is, this⁠‌ is now…”

Harven‍‌ felt embarrassed by‌‍⁠ what had suddenly‍‌​ happened and stammered,‍⁠ but soon felt‌ something cover his‌‌‍ head and stopped‍​ stuttering.

“From‌‍⁠ today, you’re Captain‌​ Harven.”

What⁠‍⁠ the shipyard worker​⁠ brought wasn’t just⁠‍ a pending signature‍ certificate.

A triangular-shaped, stiff-feeling hat.‍‌‍

It⁠‍⁠ was a captain’s‌‌ hat that only​‌ boat owners could‍⁠ wear.

Limping​​ refuge.

But‍ from today, he​ abandoned his old⁠‌‍ alley name and‌‌ received a new​⁠​ one.

“…Captain​ Harven.”

As‌ he looked at​ the smiling Vlad,​⁠‍ a dark moisture​ spread from his‍​ trembling pupils.

What‌⁠ would you do‍‍⁠ if you had‌‌ 100 gold coins?‍⁠

There‍‍‍ was no one‍ left to listen⁠‍‍ to that, but⁠⁠ Vlad was now​⁠‍ answering the question.⁠

“Captain‌ Harven, Captain…”

Every⁠‌‌ time Harven’s name‌‍ was carved into‌ the blank, empty​ space, it disappeared⁠​‍ from Vlad’s mental⁠⁠‌ list.

There​ was a day⁠‍​ when Vlad cried​ while carving a wooden stick for‌⁠‌ Harven.

But⁠​ the one shedding‌ tears now was‍⁠‍ Harven, and in​⁠‍ his hands was⁠‍ a boat with⁠ wood for sails.‍

Although‌​ Harven limped when​ walking, he would‌ be braver than⁠‍ anyone on the⁠ sea, where it⁠ wouldn’t be land‍‍‌ but sails that⁠⁠ would move him.⁠ That was the⁠ world where sails​⁠​ moved, not feet.‍

Translator’s‌ notes:

And‌⁠ with this, 100‍‌​ chapters have been‍⁠​ translated. Honestly, for​ it to be‍ the 100th chapter,​⁠‍ it was spectacular.‌

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