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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 108: Colder than the north (1)

Chapter 108: Colder than the north (1)

The‍⁠ end of deep​‍‌ winter.

Joseph​ pulled the chair​‍‌ he used to‍​ sit on closer‌‌‌ to the window‌⁠ and looked outside.​‍⁠

At‌‍⁠ the door of⁠‌ Soara, seen through‍​​ the window, a large number of​‌‌ church priests were‍​ gathered, waiting for​​ someone.

“Did⁠⁠ you recognize him?”‍

Jager‍ noticed that Joseph’s⁠⁠ eyes, peering out‌ the window, were‌‌ unusual.

They​‍‌ were tense, as‌⁠ if he were‍ watching a typhoon‍‌​ approaching.

“He’s⁠ said to be​ the biological son​​ of Duke Dragulia.⁠⁠‌ They say he’s⁠⁠‍ Mirshea’s half-brother, the‌ leader of the‍‍ Dragonslayer Knights.”

As⁠ soon as Jager’s⁠ report ended, the⁠ movements of the⁠‌‌ priests outside became​‌ busier.

A dark line cutting‍​‍ through the dragon’s⁠‌‍ neck.

Knights‍ were entering Soara‌‌ under the banner‌‌⁠ of the Dragonslayer​​ Knights.

“His​ name is Radu.‌​ Though young, he’s​​​ a knight who‍⁠‍ has already slain⁠ dragons several times.”‍

Joseph’s‌‍ ears were tuned​ to Jager, but​‌⁠ his eyes didn’t​ leave the door.‍

There​ were three knights⁠​ entering under the‌ banner.

Yet,‌ even among them,‍ the man at‍⁠ the forefront was‍ vaguely visible.

Even‍⁠⁠ when seen from‌‍⁠ afar in his‍⁠⁠ office, he seemed​​‍ confident.

“Son‌ of the Dragon‍ Blood Prince, Radu‌‌ Dragulia…”

The⁠‌‍ Bayezid family was‍‌​ also famous for‌ producing great knights,​​​ but still probably​‌‌ not as good​ as the central‌‍ Dragulia family.

Because⁠‌‌ they were a family that inherited⁠ the dragon’s blood,‍ not just a vain tradition but‌​‍ recorded in real​ history books.

And​⁠ now, a knight⁠‍​ with dragon’s blood‍‌⁠ was walking towards⁠ Soara with a courteous invitation from‌‌ Bishop Pedro.

“And⁠⁠‌ here.”

This‍​ time, Jager informed​ Joseph, not with⁠ words but with‍⁠ a small note.​‌‌

“It’s⁠ said that the​​‍ Bayezids’ eyes have‍​ spotted suspicious trends‌‌‌ throughout the North.”‌

“…”‍‍

Joseph⁠ took the note‍‌​ handed to him‌‍⁠ by Jager, and‍​‌ carefully unfolded it,⁠​ beginning to read‌‌​ what was written‌ inside.

“Mmm.”‌

He‍ tried to contain‍ it, but couldn’t‌​‌ help it.

It​‌ was a note​ with only a short sentence written,‌ but Joseph frowned⁠​ as he read‌‌ it.

The​‌ note he held⁠⁠ now was an⁠‌⁠ explanation of the⁠‌‌ situation and also‌‌ a silent warning⁠⁠⁠ from his father,‌‍​ Peter.

“…I‌‍ suppose I thought​​ wrong.”

“Yes?”⁠⁠‌

With⁠ those words, Joseph​ stood up and​ approached the window.​⁠​

Since​‍ he couldn’t wield‌‍‌ a sword, he‌ honed his sharp​‌‍ eyes and deep‌‌ thoughts.

However,​ no matter how​​⁠ intensely he trained,​​ it seemed it​‍ still wasn’t enough​​⁠ for the Heretic‌‌ Interlocutor who had⁠‍ lived his whole‌​‍ life on the‌ battlefield of logic.‍⁠

“Bishop‍‍⁠ Pedro’s target wasn’t‌​‍ Vlad.”

Clearly,‍ Bishop Pedro and‍‌ Joseph were vying‍​⁠ for control of‌​‌ Soara.

Yet,‌⁠ the power of‌ Soara, which was‌‌ Joseph’s purpose and​​ goal, was merely⁠‌⁠ a means that‌⁠⁠ Bishop Pedro could​​ discard at any⁠⁠ time.Bishop Pedro was‍ looking beyond Joseph.‌‌⁠

The⁠​‌ northern churches belonging​ to the Vatican​⁠ were moving.

The‍‍ first to raise⁠‍⁠ the flag was‍‍⁠ Bishop Pedro of‍‌ Soara, and the​​ place where the‌ church soldiers were⁠​ gathering was one⁠⁠‌ of the fiefs‍​ that had been‌⁠⁠ in the north‍ for a long‌⁠ time.

Baron​⁠ Utman’s city.

It‌ was Mosiah.

***‌

The‌⁠ blessing of the‍⁠ bright mole was⁠ truly powerful.

As‌⁠‍ Vlad and Goethe‌​‍ left the Dobrechi‌‌​ forest, they were‌‌ never attacked by⁠​‌ monsters or beasts,​ and even their‌​ steps were light.⁠‌

The‌ journey, which had‍‌‍ gone so smoothly,⁠‌⁠ ended up leaving‍ the two of‍ them outside the‌​ Dobrechi Forest much​​ faster than expected,​⁠‌ and that was⁠⁠ the beginning of‍‌‌ the problem.

“Wow.​ Eat it slowly.‌‍ No one will⁠​​ take it from‌ you.”

A blazing fire under‍ a tree dyed‌‍⁠ white by the‍ snow.

There‌​‌ were two men​⁠ eagerly eating soup​‍‌ under the warm‍ heat and smoke.‍​‌

The‍‍ man observing the​⁠ scene right in​‍ front of him​‍‍ spoke to Vlad‍ and Goethe with⁠⁠ a sad expression​‌​ on his face.‌​⁠

His​ lips, still pale‌ despite having the⁠‌ hot soup on‌‌‌ them, showed how⁠‍ much they had‍‍ been wandering.

“Thank​‍ you. If I hadn’t met you,​ I would have​ been in real​ trouble.”

We‍​⁠ must learn to‌ express gratitude to‍‌ those who share‌⁠⁠ food with us.​​​

Vlad,‍⁠⁠ who was a young hunter before⁠‍‌ becoming a pickpocket,⁠ knew the gratitude‍​ of a hot‌⁠‍ soup plate and⁠ therefore expressed his​​‍ sincere gratitude to⁠‌​ the mercenaries who⁠‌⁠ saved him.

“Wow…”​​‍

“…This‌ is something I’ll⁠​ remember for a long time.”

However,‍ the mercenaries who‌​‍ heard Vlad thanking‍ them only opened‍ their eyes wide​​ and expressed surprise.‍

In⁠​ the suddenly uncomfortable‍ atmosphere, Vlad quickly⁠ began to look‌‍ around to see‍​ if he had‍‌ made a mistake.⁠

The​‌ life skills he‍⁠ had learned in​ the alleys flowed​​‌ as naturally as‌ breathing.

“I​ suppose you’re a knight from the‍ central region?”

However,​⁠‌ the man who‌‌ introduced himself as‍ the mercenary leader‌⁠​ simply smiled and‍ handed me the​ sliced jerky.

It​⁠‍ seemed that Vlad​ really liked the‍‌​ way he said​​‍ thank you.

“I’m‍‍​ not from the‍‌​ central region. I’m⁠​‍ from the north.”⁠‌⁠

“Wow.⁠‌‍ So you said‌ that.”

Vlad,‍⁠ who had finally‌ regained his senses‍⁠‌ after escaping from‍ the cold and​ hunger, continued to‌⁠ speak as he⁠‌‌ looked at the‌⁠⁠ mercenaries who were‍ watching him curiously.​​

“Did⁠‍‍ I just make​​ a mistake?”

“No‍‌​ no. Sir. Haha!”​‌

The​ curly-haired man burst⁠​ into laughter at​ Vlad’s question and‍⁠ served him another‍ bowl of soup.‌

“It’s‍‌​ because it’s the‍ first time low-level‌​⁠ bastards like us‍‌‌ have heard thanks‌ from people like‍‍ you.”

Vlad‌ felt a subtle‌​‍ sense of discomfort‍⁠‍ looking at the‌​ mercenaries who called​⁠ themselves bastards.

Indeed,⁠​⁠ it was Vlad,⁠ not the mercenaries,‍ who had been​ living at the‌ bottom, but his​ reflection in the‌ new land seemed‌ to be only‍‌‍ that of a young knight.

“I​⁠ guess I was⁠​ too polite.”

It⁠ seems that the⁠⁠ hierarchical relationship between​ classes was deeper⁠⁠ in the central​ region than in​‍ the north.

Surely⁠‍‍ there will be‌⁠ several differences depending‍‍ on the characteristics​ of each region,⁠ so Vlad thought‍‍‍ he should keep‍ these points in​‍ mind in the​ future.

“By⁠‌ the way, knight,⁠​⁠ where are you​ going?”

“We​⁠ were on our‍ way to Tanovo.‍‌​ A city in​‌‌ the Vitskaya County.”⁠⁠

With​​‌ those words, Vlad⁠​ raised his head⁠​ and looked at​​‌ the curly-haired man.‍‌‌

The‌​​ mercenary leader stopped‌ laughing when he⁠​ saw Vlad looking⁠‌‍ at him while⁠ holding a bowl‌ of soup.

Although‍‌ he didn’t say​⁠ it out loud,⁠ the intent in‍⁠ his eyes was‌⁠ very clear.

“This​​ is truly a coincidence. We were⁠‌‍ also on our‌ way to Tanovo.”​‍​

“Oh​ ah.”

Before⁠ Vlad could respond,‍‍‌ Goethe quickly let‍‌ out a sigh‍ of relief.

“Thank⁠⁠‌ God. Captain. If​​ we follow those⁠ people, we can​​ get to Tanovo.”‍‍‍

“Shut​⁠‌ your mouth.”

Vlad‍ couldn’t contain the‌ boiling anger within​‌ him and finally​​ let out a single word.

Before‌​⁠ leaving, he was‍‌ the type to‌ beat his chest​ and say he​ only believed in‌​‌ himself.

However,⁠ since he ended⁠‍​ up creating this⁠‍⁠ division, Vlad had‌‍‍ no choice but​ to blame himself,​‍​ saying it was​​⁠ his fault for⁠ trusting a swindler.​

“I’m​⁠‌ Vlad from Soara.‍⁠ No, Vlad.”

“I’m‌‌‍ Stephan from the‍⁠ Thorn Mercenaries. Sir.”​​

Vlad‍⁠ suppressed his boiling⁠​⁠ anger and shook‍‌‌ hands with the‍‌ mercenary leader with‍‌‍ a smile on​‌ his face.

As⁠⁠‌ their hands came‌ together, their eyes​ met.

Vlad‌ thought Stephan’s blue⁠‌ eyes matched well‌​ with his curly‌⁠​ orange hair.

***⁠⁠⁠

A city in the​‍‍ central region that⁠‍‌ I saw for‌⁠ the first time.⁠⁠

The‍ sight of Tanovo,​ an actual city⁠‌ and not a remote territory like‌ Dobrechi, expanded Vlad’s‍ knowledge, who had‌⁠⁠ lived in Soars⁠​​ all his life,​‌ just by looking‍‍‌ at it.

“This​‍⁠ is my first⁠ time in the⁠ city center.”

“Then‌ this place might‌ not be so‌ bad.”

Through⁠ experience, he knew‍ that if he⁠ seemed like a country bumpkin, he’d‌ be an easy‌‍ target for crime,​⁠ but still, the⁠⁠⁠ atmosphere of the​ city he was⁠⁠​ seeing for the⁠ first time excited‌ Vlad once again.​⁠

“It⁠​ can be said‍ that this city‍ is one of⁠‍⁠ the trading bases‍ with the elves‍⁠ of the east.​ Therefore, it is​ also a place​‌⁠ where many traders‍‍ and mercenaries pass⁠‌‍ through.”

Stephan⁠⁠‍ was showing the‍‍⁠ utmost sincerity he‌ could towards the‌‌⁠ seemingly inexperienced knight.‍

No​⁠ matter how young​ he may seem,​ a knight is‌ a knight.

If⁠‌ you can establish⁠ a relationship with‌‌‌ a knight with⁠‍⁠ just a few‌‌ bowls of soup⁠‍​ and a few​ kind words, it‍⁠‍ will definitely be‌⁠⁠ a lucrative business.⁠‌

“Do‍​⁠ you want me‌​‌ to find an‌ inn for you?⁠​ I know some‌ useful places.”

“Hmm.​‍⁠ I just want⁠⁠ you to recommend⁠ an inn. I plan to meet⁠​ the lord of‍‍ this place first.”‍

“Wow.​ I see.”

Seeing‌ Vlad proudly say‌ that he would‍​‍ meet Count Vitskaya,⁠‌​ Stephan nodded with‌‍‍ bright eyes.

No⁠⁠‌ matter how chivalrous​‍ they are, not⁠​‍ all are worthy.‌‍

Among⁠ those who were‌ knights and walked⁠​ with their heads‍ held high, there⁠⁠ were surely people​⁠​ who were in​‍‌ worse shape than‌ mercenaries like them.​‌‍

However,‌⁠ the young knight‌⁠ in front of⁠⁠ him had an‌​⁠ unusually pleasant appearance⁠⁠ and proudly said‌ he would visit‌​‍ the count, so‌‌ Stephan’s eyes couldn’t‌​‌ help but shine.‍

“If‍ you need help,​⁠​ come see me‌​ anytime. We are‌ planning to stay‌⁠ at the inn⁠⁠‍ at the intersection‌‍ in front of‌⁠ us for a few days.”

“Okay.”‍

Though‍​​ Vlad responded abruptly⁠​ suddenly, Stephan didn’t​ feel bad. Rather,⁠ he seemed to​ agree with that‌‌ attitude, nodding his‌⁠ head as if​ it was the‍ right thing to⁠‍​ do.

“Thank‌‌⁠ you.”

“You’re‌⁠ welcome. Sir.”

It‍‍ was surprisingly difficult​ to deal with⁠ someone older than‌‌ you.

But​ Vlad had to⁠‌⁠ get used to‍ this now.

Since‍​‌ there was no⁠‍ Joseph or older⁠‍ knights who would‌‍ always assert their​⁠​ authority in front​‌ of them, they‌ now had to​‌⁠ stand up for​‌ themselves.

“You⁠‌‍ can find the‍​ count’s mansion by‍ going to the⁠‍​ largest building in⁠ the city.”

Stephan,​‍​ who was watching⁠‌ Vlad struggle to‌ find his place,‌ left with a smile of understanding.‌

The‍⁠‍ group of mercenaries⁠‍‍ following him bowed⁠‍‌ carefully to Vlad⁠​‌ and disappeared into⁠‍ the streets.

“I‌⁠​ really should visit​‌ him later and‌⁠ invite him for​‌ a drink.”

If‌​ you receive something,‍ you must return⁠ it.

If‌⁠ it weren’t for‍​ Stephan, he could⁠ still be wandering‌‌ in the cold⁠⁠ winter forest, so⁠ it would be‌‌​ nice to at‍⁠⁠ least show my‍ gratitude.

“If​ you’re going to⁠⁠ invite him for‌‍ a drink, it’s‍ better to buy⁠‍‍ something a bit‍ more expensive. Captain.”‍⁠‌

“Why?”‍‍​

Goethe,‌⁠ who was walking‍ behind with Stephan’s‍‌ mercenaries, gave Vlad⁠‍⁠ a meaningful look⁠‌​ and said.

“They​ seem like a popular mercenary group.⁠ Judging by the⁠‌‌ equipment they carry⁠‌⁠ and the fact‌​⁠ that they passed‍⁠‌ quickly through the​​ inspection at the⁠⁠ castle gate, they‌‌‌ are at least‌ a group of​ mercenaries whose name⁠​​ is known.”

“Really?”‌‍

Vlad’s⁠⁠ eyes also began‍ to shine as⁠⁠​ he watched Stephan⁠‌⁠ leave.

Stephan‌‌‌ wasn’t the only​⁠ one who wanted⁠ to get something‍‌ out of their⁠‍‍ relationship.

***‍

The‌​‌ mansions in the‍ north had a strong practical aspect.‍‍​

Facilities​⁠ with a clear⁠​‌ purpose and high‌ walls.

In‌⁠‍ a way, it‍⁠‌ was a characteristic‌‍⁠ of the northern⁠ mansions that were⁠⁠ so gloomy they​ could be called⁠‍​ small castles, but⁠‌⁠ the style in⁠‌⁠ the central part‌ was different.

“What⁠ brings you here?”‌‍

Outer​‌‌ walls of pure⁠ white surrounding the‍ mansion.

And‍‌‍ the carvings between​‌ the walls were⁠‌‍ enough to leave‌‍⁠ Vlad speechless for⁠‍​ a moment.

“I‌⁠​ am the knight‌ of Bayezid. Vlad.​‌​ I came here‌ because I have‍ a special request‍​ to make of​​⁠ the lord of‍ this place.”

“May​⁠ I ask what’s⁠ going on?”

I was momentarily taken​ aback by the‍ useless elegance I saw for the‌​ first time, but‍ I still didn’t‌ forget what I had to do.​⁠⁠

“I‌‌ have an urgent​​ matter to communicate‍​ to the lord,​‍ so I would‍‌⁠ like to borrow​‍‌ the wizard’s letter.‌​​ Please tell him‌‍ that the knight⁠‌​ in trouble awaits​⁠‌ the kind assistance​​‍ of Count Vitskaya.”‌

It‌ was an unannounced‍‌ visit, but I think I can‍⁠ lend a letter.​

A lord who rules‌‌ a territory would‌⁠ not miss the⁠‌ opportunity to save‌⁠ face with just​‌⁠ a small favor.⁠

“Captain.‌⁠ Will we reach⁠ the inn later?​​‍ Perhaps you’ll receive⁠⁠ an invitation.”

“Yes.”⁠‌

Vlad​⁠​ nodded slightly in⁠ response to Goethe’s​​⁠ suggestive question from⁠‍‍ behind.

In‍‌⁠ the North, there​ was a custom​‌ of valuing visitors.‍⁠‌

If⁠​‍ there was a similar custom here,⁠​‌ maybe he could‍ have dinner.

But​⁠ 10 minutes passed,‍ then an hour.‍

Even​​ as the surroundings​‌ darkened, there was‌‌‌ no sound calling​ for Vlad.

“…”⁠‍

The‍​‍ reason Joseph sent⁠ Vlad was partly‌‍ to protect him‌‌‌ from possible objections‍‌‍ from the Vatican,‍ but it also‌ aimed to have‍​ him see the‍​​ world in general.⁠‌

In‌‌ that sense, Joseph’s‌ intention was clearly​‌ succeeding.

“When‍⁠ will we get⁠ a response?”

“I‍⁠⁠ don’t know.”

“I⁠‌⁠ would at least⁠​ like to hear​ if it’s yes​ or no.”

“You‍‍ have to wait.”⁠⁠

Cold‌‍ contempt.

You‌‍‍ could even hear​⁠ a sneer of​‍‍ disdain from time⁠‍ to time.

Vlad⁠ wasn’t angry at‍‍ the coldness he⁠‌ felt for the⁠‌⁠ first time in⁠‍ a long time.​‍

Because​ it was something​ he was familiar​ with, it was‌⁠‍ something he could⁠​ tolerate.

However,​ he was only‍​ curious as to‍​ why they treated​ him like this‌ when he had⁠‌​ clearly demonstrated his⁠‌⁠ identity.

“How‍ long?”

“…”‍‌⁠

The​‌ center of the​‌​ continent is in⁠‍‌ the middle, and​ the lords of⁠​ the central region‌ believed they were​​ at the center‌ of the world.⁠​

They‍‌‍ believed they had​ a nobility that‌ couldn’t be compared‌‌ to those of​​⁠ the east who​​ ate dry land​‍‍ or the northerners⁠ who had mixed‌⁠‍ barbarian blood.

“You‌ must wait until​ the count calls‍ for you.”

“…”‌⁠

The‍⁠‍ frog in the⁠⁠ well saw the​​ world.

However,⁠⁠ the world I thought would be‍‍‍ vast was only‌​ filled with other⁠‍‍ walls.

The‌ center of the‌⁠ world discriminated against‌ the northerners.

Vlad​​⁠ had no choice⁠ but to stand⁠⁠ still in front​ of the firmly⁠⁠⁠ closed door of‌⁠​ the Count.

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