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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 103: Watchman in the barley field (2)

Chapter 103: Watchman in the barley field (2)

Joseph⁠​ always said that‍‌​ one must repay⁠ what they receive.​

Regardless​⁠ of whether it’s⁠ grace or resentment.⁠

“Please​​‍ save me… please​‍⁠ save me, sir.”​‍

If‌​‍ you’ve received something,⁠ you must repay‍⁠ it.

Vlad⁠‍ hadn’t lived an⁠ easy life to‌ the point of​⁠‍ dismissing the person​‍‌ who intended harm.​​

“Did​‍ you also save‍ others when they‍ asked?”

The⁠​‍ moonlight shining at⁠ the right moment‍​ illuminated the bandit,​‌‌ begging for his⁠‌‌ life.

The​ fingers of someone⁠‍‌ hanging from his⁠‍​ neck seemed pitiful.‌⁠

“Yes!​⁠​ I saved his⁠⁠ life! It’s true!”‌‌

“Is​‌ that so?”

There​‍‍ are too many​‍ unqualified people in‍ this world.

Even‌⁠ if you’re unqualified,‍ you take more​‌⁠ than others and‌​​ rise higher.

And​‍ they crush the⁠ world weaker than​‌‌ themselves too easily.‌‍‌

“Don’t‌​​ fuck with me.”‌

And​‌⁠ one thing unqualified⁠‌‍ people have in‍​‌ common.

They’re​​​ all liars.

“Get⁠ rid of the‌⁠ finger bones stuck⁠‌ in your neck‍‍⁠ and tell me.​​ Bastards.”

Goethe​ was staring.

The⁠⁠⁠ moonlight begins from​ Vlad’s closed left‌⁠ eye and flows‍‌‍ to the tip​‌⁠ of the sword.⁠‍​

The⁠‍​ boy who admired​⁠‍ Moonlight sung by​​‍ someone else is‍⁠ no longer here.‌⁠‍

The‍‌ person here now‍ was someone with‍ their own world.‍

The‍‌‌ soft moonlight summoned⁠‌‍ by Vlad began‌​ to capture bright‌‍‌ red blood.

Under⁠ the sword wielded‌ by a qualified​ person, they began‌‍‌ to scream lies.⁠​⁠

The⁠ price for daring‍‌ to insult a legitimate knight.

It‌⁠⁠ wasn’t enough to​ pay it with​⁠‍ their life.

***⁠‌

Dobrechi,⁠ a rural and‍⁠‍ secluded territory.

It​ was a quiet‍ village where even‍​ the passing merchants‌‍⁠ were familiar faces,‌ but the guards‍ standing in front⁠ of the wooden‌‌ fence seemed rigid.⁠

This‍​‌ was because recent‍‍ rumors circulating through‌ the territory had‌ put them on⁠⁠ edge.

“What’s‌ that over there?”‍‍‌

“Hmm?”‍​​

There​​​ was a suspicious​ gathering in their⁠‌⁠ sight.

Two​​​ men on horseback⁠⁠‍ coming from a snow-covered hill in​⁠⁠ the distance.

“What‍‌ is that?”

And​​‌ even the men⁠ who were being‍‍⁠ dragged behind them.‍

Despite​ it being a cold winter, they‌⁠ were clearly not⁠ a common group​‌‌ as they were​‌‍ being dragged by⁠⁠‍ a rope without​‍ even wearing boots.‌​‍

“Stop!‌​‌ Everyone ahead must​ stop!”

The⁠‍ guards pointed their⁠​ spears at unfamiliar‍ men they had‌‍ never seen before.‌

However,‌⁠ the man at‍ the front was‍‌⁠ not at all⁠​ intimidated by the⁠ guards’ strong restrictions‌ and simply approached​ slowly.

“Who⁠⁠‌ are you…”

“I⁠‌‌ am the Knight⁠‌ of Bayezid. Vlad.”⁠

A young blonde man⁠⁠ mounted on a jet-black horse.

The⁠‌ young man, not‍ only with his​​‌ beautiful hair color‌ but also with‌⁠​ the clothes he‌​ wore, looked luxurious‌ and exuded an⁠‍​ elegance that made⁠ anyone seem to​‌⁠ belong to a certain nobility.

“We’ve‌‌ caught the bandits⁠ who were causing​‍‌ trouble around here.”‍‌

“Bandits,‌⁠ you mean bandits?”‌‍‍

Although​ his correct identification‌​ had not yet⁠⁠⁠ been confirmed, the‍⁠ guard addressed Vlad‌⁠ with a respectful‍​⁠ tone without realizing‌‍​ it.

It⁠ wasn’t just because‍ the aura he⁠‍⁠ exuded seemed noble.​‌⁠

The‌ men followed the‍​‍ young man, bound‍⁠‍ with a rope.‌‍​

This‌​ was because they‍‍ all held the‍ frozen head of‍⁠⁠ someone.

“I‌⁠⁠ want to meet‍⁠ the person in‌‌‍ charge of security⁠ in this city.”‌⁠

With‌‍ those words, Vlad⁠ lifted the sheath‌​ of his sword⁠ and showed it⁠‌⁠ to the guard.‍​

In‍ the center of​⁠ Vlad’s sword handle⁠​ was engraved the⁠ flag that waved⁠‌‍ on the huge⁠​ wall of the​​ castle.

It‍ was a phrase‍ referring to Bayezid,‍‌ a noble family‌ from the north.⁠

***​

“Welcome!​‍ Welcome to Dobrechi!”⁠

The‌‍ guard, who had​ entered angrily, let​​ out a deep‌ sigh and courteously⁠⁠ allowed Vlad entry​‌ into the village.​

This‍‌​ was because Vlad​‍ was an armed‌​‍ knight, not a common trader or⁠​ traveler, so they⁠‍​ couldn’t allow entry‌⁠‍ easily on their‌​⁠ own decisions.

“The‍ lord wants to​‌ meet you in​ person!”

“…The⁠ lord?”

Vlad⁠‍‌ was slightly surprised‌​ to hear that‌ the lord suddenly‌⁠‍ wanted to see‍‌‍ him.

Originally,⁠ the plan was⁠⁠‌ to meet with⁠ the authority, hand‌⁠ over the bandits,​​ and receive a reasonable reward.

I also thought it​⁠‌ would be better​ if there was​⁠‍ a reward for‌​ it.

“Okay.⁠‌‍ Lead the way.”⁠‌

“All⁠ right!”

The‌‌ guard quickly attempted​ to grab Noir’s‍⁠⁠ reins in response⁠‌‍ to Vlad’s answer,‍‌⁠ but the surly⁠​​ horse only snorted,​⁠ baring its white‍ teeth like a wolf.

“…Don’t‍⁠ grab the reins.”‌‍

“Yes,⁠ yes!”

Thanks‌⁠‍ to living in‌‍ Soara, Noir no‍‍ longer disliked people,⁠⁠ but that didn’t⁠ mean its damned‍‍ personality had disappeared.‍⁠‍

Except​‍ for Vlad, at⁠​‌ least Goethe, who​ was familiar to‍ it, could take​‌ Noir’s reins and‌‌ saddle it.

“I’ll⁠ guide you to​‌ the residence.”

Vlad​ and Goethe rode‍⁠​ their horses following‌ the leading guard⁠​ who said he‌‌​ would guide them.​‌

And​‍ even the bandits​ walking behind them.‍‌

Although‍⁠ they were a group with a unique combination, the​⁠ mood of the‌ villagers who saw​‌​ them was a little different from‌ what they expected.​​‍

“Captain.​​‌ Isn’t the atmosphere‍ here in the⁠​ village a bit‌‌‌ strange?”

“…I‌‌ know.”

If⁠ this were Soara,⁠⁠ people would have​⁠‌ flocked to see​‌ something unique they‍‍ hadn’t seen in‌ a long time.​

However,⁠ the people of‌​‍ Dobrechi quickly shut⁠‍​ their doors and‍ hid the children‍‌‌ behind them, as‌​​ if they were‌⁠⁠ watching people suffering​ from a plague.‍‌⁠

Former​⁠ pickpocket and swindler.‌

Two‍ people who knew‌‌ how to read‍ the atmosphere could‍​‌ tell that there⁠ was something odd‍‍ about the atmosphere⁠ in Dobrechi.

“We’re​‍⁠ here.”

“Hmm?”‍‍​

Vlad‍ looked around and⁠​‌ tried to guess⁠⁠ the situation, but‌⁠‍ it wasn’t easy‌⁠ either.

Dobrechi‌ was a small⁠​ place that didn’t‍⁠‌ give Vlad much⁠‌ time to think.​‍​

“Right‌ in front is‍‌ the residence where‍⁠​ Lord Dalmatia resides.”⁠

“…”‍‍

Vlad⁠⁠ raised his head​‍ and looked at⁠⁠ the building the‌​ guard was pointing‍ to.

A three-story wooden building.⁠‍​

It‌‍‍ didn’t look bad,‌ but it was‍ a building too‍‍ dilapidated to say‍ it housed a lord.

‘Is​​⁠ it too small?’‌‍

Although‍‍‌ he lived in⁠‍ alleys, Vlad was‌⁠⁠ clearly a city⁠ dweller.

Vlad,⁠⁠‌ who had seen‍‍​ the tall gates,‍ churches, and magnificent​‌ mansions where lords‌ lived, even from⁠ afar, couldn’t help‌ feeling a little‍‌ puzzled upon hearing⁠‍ that a noble‌⁠ lived in the‌‍⁠ small building in​‌ front of him.‌

“The‌‍⁠ lord is waiting.​‌ Sir.”

“Very‌⁠⁠ well. Please lead‌ the way.”

The‍‍​ authority of a noble is not‌ guaranteed by family‍‍‌ history or a high title.

In‍⁠ that sense, it​​ would be safe​‍ to say that‍ Baron Dalmatia failed‍ to establish authority.​​‌

The‌‌‌ first impression Vlad‍ had of the‍‍ Dalmatia family was‌ just concern over‌​ whether he could‌ receive adequate compensation‍⁠‍ for the bandits.​‌⁠

“Oh,⁠ oh. A knight‍​ who has proven​ his worth comes​‍ to our territory!”‍

Baron⁠‌​ Dalmatia, who recognized‍⁠ the knight carrying‌‌‍ his own banner,​⁠‌ personally stepped out‌ of the manor⁠⁠ to greet Vlad.⁠⁠⁠

It⁠‌‌ was excessive hospitality​‍ for a wandering⁠‍ knight.

“Thank⁠⁠ you for your​⁠ hospitality.”

“No,⁠‍⁠ no. You even‍​‍ caught the people‍​ causing trouble nearby,‌‍‌ so, as the⁠ owner, is there‍‍‍ any reason not‍‌‌ to welcome you?”⁠

Baron⁠⁠‌ Dalmatia nodded with​⁠ satisfaction as he‌‍⁠ watched Vlad greet‌⁠ him with respectful‍‌ demeanor.

Although⁠ he hadn’t mastered‌‌‍ it completely, Vlad’s⁠‌ courtesy, which Countess​ Oksana had knocked‍ down, still shone‌ through.

“Let’s⁠​ go in!”

“Yes.”​

Vlad⁠‍‌ followed Baron Dalmatia​​⁠ into the hall​‍⁠ and convinced himself‍‌‍ that his thoughts‌‌‌ were correct.

“…”​⁠

“…”‌‍

The‌‌‍ village landscape he​​ saw as he‌⁠‍ walked to the​‍ lord’s residence.

And⁠​ even the hall,​​ which must be​ the most extravagant‍ in Dobrechi.

Vlad‌ and Goethe made⁠​⁠ eye contact and​⁠ realized that things‌⁠ had gone wrong.‍

This​​ territory was in⁠‍‌ dire straits.

“All⁠​​ right. I heard‌⁠⁠ a total of⁠‌​ 9 bandits were⁠‍⁠ caught?”

“If‌‍ you include the‌⁠‌ ones who just‍‍ popped up, that‍‍‌ would be it.”⁠

Vlad‌ received a fair‌ price from the‍ bandits who threatened​⁠ and insulted him.⁠​

And‌‌ it would be‌ right for the‌‌ lord in front​‍​ of them to‍​‍ pay the remaining‌ price they didn’t​‌ receive from them.⁠⁠

Since⁠ I caught the​ bandits who were​‍​ threatening the area’s‍‌⁠ security, I, as‍⁠‍ the owner, should​‌‌ pay some compensation.‍‍⁠

“Mmm.​ The road from​‍⁠ Soara to here​​‌ must have been⁠‌⁠ rugged, so you‍‌⁠ must be tired.‍‍ I’ll have my‍‍‌ lunch prepared in​‌ advance.”

However,​‌ Baron Dalmatia stopped‍ talking about compensation‍‌‌ and just watched⁠​ Vlad.

Because⁠ he wanted to‌​ keep Vlad around​‍​ for as long‌⁠ as possible.

’15‍‍‍ people alone!’

Five⁠⁠ bandits were caught⁠ and four killed.‌​

And​ since he was‌ alone, there were‍⁠‌ about six people‌ he couldn’t catch.‌​‍

Since‌​ I presented the⁠ evidence myself, there‌ is no room‍ for doubt.

None⁠​⁠ of the knights‍‌‌ he had with‍​​ him could achieve⁠‍ this level of⁠‌ accomplishment.

“If‌‌‌ you’re a knight‌ who carries the⁠‍​ banner, you must⁠ be looking for‍⁠‌ something to prove​‍ your worth.”

“That’s‌⁠‌ right. Baron.”

Vlad​ wanted to be‌ honest and say⁠⁠ no, but he‌ couldn’t openly tell⁠‌‍ the lord who‍‌ came out to⁠ greet him in‌‍ person.

The‍​ mistakes he had​ made with nobles‌‍ over the years⁠ gave Vlad the‍‍‍ judgment he has​‌ today.

“There’s‍​ something I’d like‌⁠ to ask you.‍​ I say this​​‍ because you’re a true knight seeking‍‍‌ fame.”

At‌⁠⁠ first, I thought‍ of refusing.

Vlad’s⁠‌ goal was to‌⁠ find traces of​‍​ his voice rather​ than prove his​‌ honor.

“Lately,​ strange things have‌ been happening in‌⁠⁠ our territory.”

“Is‍⁠ there any problem?”‍

However,‌ Baron Dalmatia began‍‌ to tell Vlad,​ who he thought‍‌‌ was about to⁠‌‌ take on an‍‍ onerous task, a rather interesting story.‌‌

“Now⁠ is the time‍⁠ to sow barley.‌ So, in our​‌​ territory, we’re also‍⁠ sowing the seeds‌‌‌ we have stored‌​ in the fields.”​⁠⁠

Baron​‌ Dalmatia wet his‍‌ mouth with a pure tea that‍​ didn’t suit his⁠​ chubby cheeks and‌​ then opened his‌‌⁠ mouth.

“Simply⁠‍ plant the seeds⁠⁠‍ in the field,⁠ and they vanish.”⁠⁠

“…Are‍ you saying the⁠‍‍ seeds disappear?”

“Indeed.‌ Even if you‍‌ station soldiers and‍ watch them all​ night, it’s the⁠​⁠ same.”

At⁠‍‌ first glance, it‍‌​ was an incomprehensible‍ claim.

Even⁠ if animals or​‌ rat-like monsters were‍‍‌ to blame, there⁠​‌ was no way‍ the soldiers on‌⁠ guard duty wouldn’t⁠​​ have noticed.

“Some‌‌⁠ elders in the⁠ village say it’s‍ the work of‌⁠ spirits that live​‍ in the forest…”‌‍

“Are​ you talking about‍ spirits?”

One​‌ word from Baron⁠‌ Dalmatia’s words caught​‍‍ Vlad’s attention.

“Well.​ There are many​⁠ stories about spirits⁠‍ in this forest.‍​ Of course, I don’t believe in​‌⁠ such things according‍‍ to the teachings​ of the Church.”​

The‌ new orders created‌‍‍ with the empire‌ and its establishment⁠ didn’t give way‌⁠ to old things⁠‌‌ like spirits.

In​ particular, in the⁠‌ case of the​‍‌ church, anything not⁠⁠‌ in the name​‍ of God was⁠⁠ denied, so people‍⁠‌ who remember the⁠⁠‌ existence of spirits​‌ these days are⁠ probably older people​​ who have lived⁠⁠ for a long‌ time.

‘Spirit,‍‌⁠ spirit…’

However,‌‌⁠ Vlad knew very‌‌ well that there‌​​ were beings called​ spirits in this​ world.

Because‍‍ he was the​ one who saw‌ it, felt it,​​ and even received​‌⁠ its blessings.

Vlad‍​ couldn’t help but​⁠ worry when the​​ word “spirit” was​‍ mentioned in a strange and inexplicable‍ event.

“So,​ could you watch‍‍ over the barley⁠ fields in our‍‍ territory for once?⁠​‌ If it’s the‌‍⁠ eyes of a great knight like‍‌ you, you might⁠​‍ see something different.”‌​

It⁠​ was an insignificant​​​ task, but the⁠​ eyes of Lord‍ Dalmatia who asked‍⁠ for the task‍​ were full of‍​‍ seriousness.

For​‍ him, if this‌‍‍ sowing failed, he​ might not survive‍​ until the next‍​​ autumn when the​‌ wheat was harvested,‍ and if that⁠‍ happened, the existence‍‌ of the family⁠⁠ might be in⁠ danger.

“…Very‌⁠​ well. Baron. I’ll‌ do my best.”‍

“Oh,‍‌⁠ oh. Thank you⁠‍‍ very much! I never thought there‌‍ would still be​‌ true knights following⁠‌⁠ chivalry in these‌‌ times!”

It⁠ may have been⁠ only meaningless words⁠ spoken by old​ people, but Vlad​‍ decided to agree.​‍⁠

For​‍‌ Vlad, who sought‌‍‌ clues about the⁠‌‌ spirit, this lead⁠ was good.

Moreover,⁠ since it was⁠ a simple task‍⁠ of just protecting‍​‌ the barley fields,​ it was also⁠​⁠ considered that it‌‍​ wouldn’t be a big issue.

“Make‌‌​ yourself comfortable while‍‌⁠ you’re here! I’ll‌⁠ do my best‌ to compensate for‍‍⁠ the bandits!”

“Thank⁠‍ you. Baron.”

If‍⁠⁠ it’s related to​​ your work and​ the mission is⁠ simple, it wouldn’t‍‍​ be a bad​‌ idea to make‍⁠⁠ a good impression​​‍ on Baron Dalmatia.‌

For‌⁠ a knight, the⁠​‍ more value of⁠ honor he has,‍ the better.

“By⁠​ the way, Captain.⁠ What happened to​ our compensation?”

After⁠ finishing the story,​ Vlad left the‌​‌ baron’s hall and⁠​ heard Goethe’s small‍​ but urgent voice​‌ shouting.

“Don’t​‌⁠ you need to⁠ get paid? Money!​ Noir, that guy​ only eats boiled‌​‌ fodder these days.⁠‍⁠ It’s the price‌​​ of the fodder⁠‌​ and the price⁠‌‌ of firewood…”

“That​‍‌ depends on you.”​⁠

“What?”​

You‌ must be able⁠‍ to distinguish between‍ big and small​⁠ things.

That⁠​‌ was why Joseph‌​ always carried Bordan,​‍⁠ a half-hearted knight⁠ who didn’t even⁠‍ know how to​ use a sword.⁠

“You‌‌ can handle that‍⁠ now. That’s why​‍​ I brought you‍⁠‌ here.”

“Really…”‍‍

Bordan​ and Goethe.

A chatterbox and a swindler.

Goethe,‍ who took charge‍ of negotiating with‌​‌ the bandits, looked‍‍ at Vlad with‌ shining eyes.

***​​

“Raspberries,​ where are the⁠‍⁠ raspberries?”

Has​⁠ she just turned⁠ ten?

A rosy-cheeked girl with‌‍‍ a basket was‍​ walking towards the‌​ edge of the⁠‌ forest.

The​⁠ child’s clothes were​ tattered, as if⁠‍​ they displayed her​‍ difficult circumstances, but‌ her carefully braided​ hair showed that⁠⁠ this child was‌ receiving attention and‌​ love from her​ parents.

“They’re​⁠ over there.”

Further​ ahead, on the⁠‌ snow-covered white vines,⁠⁠ I saw small​⁠‌ fruits showing their‌⁠⁠ true colors.

Winter‌​ raspberries.

It‌‍⁠ was one of​ the few fruits​ that could provide‍​ comfort to people​ in this time​‌⁠ of need.

The⁠ girl approached the‍​ vines, drawn by​ the vibrant colors​ of the raspberries.⁠‍​

It⁠ would have been​​ enough to take⁠‍‌ one in her‌ mouth, but the​‌​ girl was hurriedly​‍ putting the raspberries‍​ in the basket,‌⁠ thinking of her‍⁠‌ family at home,‌‍‌ when suddenly she‍‍ heard a strange⁠ sound.

Kiee!‍

“…?”​

A strange sound that​‌​ seemed to echo‌ from afar.

Before​‍​ the sound that‌ echoed like an‍⁠ echo, the girl⁠ stopped picking raspberries⁠ and looked into‍‌ the depths of‌​ the forest.

The⁠ darkness of the‌​​ forest is alive.⁠‌

As‌​ the Forest of⁠ Dobrechi is ancient,‍⁠ it is also​⁠‌ a place that​​‍ contains many legends​‌​ and stories.

And‍⁠​ at the moment‌ the girl looked‌​​ into the forest.⁠

“Aaaah!”‌

The⁠‌ forest also looked​ at the girl.​‌

The‍ place where the⁠‌ girl was.

There‍‍ were baskets rolling‍‌‌ and raspberries scattered‍⁠ everywhere.

And⁠‍ the well that‌‍ had swallowed the‌​‍ girl was nothing⁠ more than a dark, gaping mouth.‍​

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