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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 11

Chapter 11

In⁠ the midst of⁠ a biting cold‌‍‍ wind that cut⁠⁠‌ through the forest,​‌‍ three men who‍ looked like mercenaries​‌⁠ sat around a campfire.

Slurp…‍‍‌

They‍‌ looked at the​ boy who was⁠‌ sipping soup with⁠​⁠ his nose stuck⁠‌⁠ in the pot.‍‍⁠

“You​‍ got lucky. A rabbit was standing‍‌‍ not too far​ away.”

“Good‌‌‍ job.”

Although‍ the men had‍​ already finished eating‌ most of the‍⁠⁠ rabbit soup, the‌‌ boy was savoring‍ every last drop.​​

The​⁠ mercenaries realized that‌​ it wasn’t the​​⁠ right time to‌ talk to the⁠⁠​ boy, so they‍ began to converse‍ among themselves.

“By​⁠ the way, I heard they are‌⁠‌ gathering people.”

“For‍‌⁠ a monster hunt?”⁠

“It​⁠ seems that Count⁠⁠ Bayezid’s second son‌‍‍ is personally leading‌ this one.”

“I⁠⁠ heard the Bishop​‍⁠ of Varna is‌⁠ also there. I think it will‍ be a big⁠ operation.”

“It​‌⁠ seems he is‌ struggling to impress‍ his father.”

They⁠​ were talking about‍‌ subjugating monsters like‍ a mercenary, but⁠ their minds were‌​ entirely focused on‌⁠‌ the blonde-haired boy.‍​‍

‘He‍ looks like a child of a noble.’

‘Look‌‍ at the sword‌ he’s carrying. He’s⁠‍ from a well-off⁠⁠ family, at the‌‍‍ very least.’

‘Blonde‌‍⁠ with blue eyes?‍‍⁠ You think we⁠⁠​ could get some​ good money just‌ by selling him?’‌‌

The‌‍ men quietly exchanged​‍‍ glances and whispers​⁠‌ so that the‍‍ boy couldn’t hear‌ them, and they​‍ began to move​‍‌ slowly toward the​⁠⁠ boy.

They⁠⁠​ subtly block the​ boy’s escape route.⁠⁠⁠

“Ha…‌‍ Thank you. Thanks‍​ to you, I survived.”

“It’s⁠‌‍ about helping and‌ surviving.”

“How‌⁠‍ can I ever​​‍ repay this favor?”‍

The⁠​ mercenaries smiled, showing​ their black teeth,‌ as they looked‌​‌ at the boy‌⁠‍ who put down​​ the pot and​​ bowed his head‌‍‌ politely to express‍‌ his gratitude.

“If​‍‌ you’re really grateful,‌​ there’s a way‌ to repay us.”‌⁠⁠

“What‌ should I do…”‌​​

“You⁠‍ can repay us⁠​ with your body!”⁠‌‌

A noose suddenly flew​⁠ in from behind​⁠ the boy.

“Uh?‍⁠ Huh?”

“Hey,‍⁠‌ what are you​ doing!”

However,⁠‍ one of the⁠ mercenaries was caught⁠ in the noose​‌‍ instead of the⁠⁠‍ boy they intended‍‌⁠ to capture.

“You‍ slippery rat!”

The​ boy skillfully evaded⁠‍‍ the noose, and‌ the remaining two‍‌ mercenaries swiftly drew⁠ their weapons.

“It⁠⁠‌ seems the young⁠​‌ master learned a bit of swordsmanship‍‌‌ from the tutor​‌⁠ his father hired.‍‍‌ But the real​​‌ world is different,‌ you know?”

“Put‌ the sword down‍‌ when I am​‍ speaking nicely. We‌⁠‍ might just turn‍‍ you into a punching bag before‌‍⁠ you know it.”‍‍

While​ the tied-up mercenary‍⁠ quickly worked to‌ free himself from‌‌​ the noose, the‍‌ other two mercenaries⁠‌ blocked the boy‌ and began to‌ growl.

“That’s‌ right. Life is‌⁠ all about real-world‌‍ experience.”

Blonde‍ hair, blue eyes,‍⁠ and a sword​​ that gleamed but‌⁠ seemed unused.

It‌⁠​ was evident to‍‌‌ anyone that the⁠‍⁠ boy had run‍‌​ away from a wealthy home. Yet,‍⁠​ the smile on⁠ the boy’s face‌​ now resembled that‌‍ of a fierce⁠​ wolf.

“What?”⁠‍

“I‌⁠ thought about it‌‍ as I walked‌‌ here. If these⁠‍‍ people are truly⁠ kind to me,‌ how can I repay them?”

Ssshh…‍

The​​ boy’s momentum showed​ no signs of‌​⁠ wavering, despite the​​ harsh threats from‍⁠‌ the mercenaries. Instead,​ the mercenaries found‍⁠‍ themselves involuntarily swallowing‌ their saliva at​‍⁠ the sight of​​‍ the boy drawing‌‌‍ his sword.

The‍ boy was giving‍⁠ off a ferocious‍‍‌ spirit with the​ sword in his⁠ hands.

“I‍‍​ have been worrying​ for nothing all​‍ this time.”

The‍​ boy was smiling.⁠

“What‌‍⁠ the hell?”

The​ boy and the‍​ mercenaries are the​ same kind.

He​⁠‍ wasn’t just some⁠​‍ naive young master‍​⁠ who didn’t understand‍​‌ the ways of‌⁠‍ the world.

“Hey,‌⁠⁠ what are you​⁠‍ doing! Get up​ quickly!”

“Are‍⁠ you going to​​⁠ take all day​ to untie the​‌ rope!”

Even​ so, it was⁠ alright.

That‌​‌ young kid was​ alone, while they‍‌ were three.

The⁠‍⁠ boy seemed confident‌⁠​ in his swordsmanship,‌ but they had​ enough experience in​ real combat to⁠ overpower him.

“Ugh…”‌⁠

They‌‌ thought so, but‌​‌ the moans coming‍ from behind them⁠​ were unsettling.

“What‌‌‌ are you doing?”‍⁠​

“Ugh!‍‍ eww!”

Their​⁠⁠ comrade who had‌ been tied up‍‍ was scratching the​‌‍ ground in an‍ odd, frozen posture.‍

It‍​ wasn’t normal body‌⁠ movement.

‘He‍ got him!’

The‌⁠​ two mercenaries felt​​​ a profound sense‌ of doom as⁠​‌ they watched their​ comrade freezing as​⁠ if he were‌⁠ addicted to something.‍⁠⁠

‘When⁠ did this happen?’​‍​

No​​ one could say‌⁠‌ for sure.

The‌‌ boy was smiling​‌ as he watched‍ the frozen mercenary.⁠⁠

But‌ they don’t know‌‌ when they get‍ poisoned…

‘Rabbit!’‌

The‌​ mercenaries had finally​ figured out the‍ situation, and looked⁠‌ at the boy​​ with shocked expressions.‍⁠‍

“There’s​‍ nothing easy in‌ this world, right?”‍‌⁠

“You‌‌​ bastard, you planned​‍ this from the‌​ beginning!”

The‍​⁠ wobbly rabbit they​ had thought was‌ an unexpected stroke⁠ of luck turned⁠ out to be⁠ a trap.

“You,‌ you also…”

The‍ mercenaries felt a sense of despair​‌ as they slowly‍ felt their bodies‍⁠ stiffening.

“Yeah,​‌​ I had some‍‌ too.”

Vlad​ pulled out a leaf he had‌ hidden under his‍‍ tongue and said,‍‌‍ “With the antidote.”​‌‌

“Ugh!⁠‌‌ Ugh!”

Their⁠​ gradually stiffening bodies​​⁠ collapsed onto the‍‌ frigid ground.

“You‌⁠‍ never know who‍‌ might get eaten‍‍ when it comes​⁠‍ to real life.⁠‌ Isn’t that right,‍ seniors?”

A dark shadow fell​ over the three‍⁠⁠ frozen rabbits. And‌ the blue eyes‌‍‌ of the shadow⁠‍ were the last​‍ thing mercenaries saw.⁠

※※※※⁠

Tadak,⁠⁠ tadak…

The⁠‌‌ sun was setting‌ in the winter‍ forest, and a blonde boy who⁠‍ looked like a mercenary sat alone.‌

His‍ attire wasn’t a perfect fit, but‍ he was dressed‌ in a mishmash‍ of armor and​‌ clothes that seemed​⁠​ suitable enough for‍ surviving the cold⁠‍ winter day.

“This⁠ is really happening.”⁠

Vlad‍ muttered to himself‍‌‌ as he poked‌‌‌ at the campfire‌ with a stick.‍​​

At⁠‌‍ least, that’s how‌ it would appear‌‍ on the surface.​​

[Lucky‍​ you. Yellow-striped mushrooms‌‍​ aren’t that common.]⁠

“You‍‌ know about mushrooms‍⁠ that paralyze people‍⁠‍ and the leaves​ that detoxify them.‍‌ Who are you?”‌⁠

[…..‌ I don’t know⁠​ that.]

The‌ boy wasn’t talking‍​ to himself; he⁠ was addressing the‌ voice that could​ only be heard‌‌‍ when he held⁠⁠ the sword.

“You⁠⁠‍ know so much‍‌‌ about trivial things,​‌​ but you don’t‍ even know who⁠‌‌ you are.”

[….]​

The‌‌‌ boy’s question met‌‍ with silence.

“It‍‌​ doesn’t matter.”

Ssshh…‌⁠

The‍‍ boy drew his​‌ sword.

“Because‌ this is the‍⁠​ most important thing‍ to me.”

The​​ sword, which he‌ had merely watched‍‌‌ until now, was⁠ now in his‍‍ hand.

He⁠‍‌ will forever remember​‍‍ the tears she​ shed to have⁠‍‌ this.

“I’ll​‍⁠ help you, please⁠​⁠ help me.”

[Aren’t‍‌‍ you scared of‌‌ me?]

Vlad⁠​ asked the voice,‌⁠​ who didn’t know‌ itself, to teach​‍ him the way‌‍ of the sword.​‍‌

“I‌ don’t care if​​ you are the‌⁠ devil. What I’m​‌ truly afraid of…”​‍

The‌⁠ boy’s sword emitted‍‌ a blue moonlight.‌⁠⁠ And it reminded‍​‌ him of something.‍‍⁠

“Is‍⁠ that I am‌ nothing.”

Aura‌ that looked like​‍‌ blue moonlight.

The⁠​‍ boy was nothing‌⁠​ in front of​​ that aura.

For⁠ a boy who‌ had followed the⁠ shining path all⁠ his life, the​​‍ helplessness brought by⁠ the blue aura⁠‍​ was terrifying.

You‍ are nothing.

Your‍‍‍ life will rot‌‌ away in the‌‍​ slums even if​‍ you crouch like‌‍ this for the‍ rest of your‌ life.

That’s‌⁠ what the moonlight‍ aura was saying.‍

“If⁠ I’m with you,‍‍​ I can become‍ something, right? Even​‌⁠ if I just​​⁠ become a devil⁠ follower.”

[…..‌⁠ All right. I’ll⁠⁠ tell you.]

And​ so, the boy‌ decided to struggle.​

Even⁠‌⁠ if he wanted​‍ to give up,‍‍ there was a weight in his‍‍​ hand that made‌ it impossible to‍ do so.

Moonlight‍ and the campfire.​

On⁠ that same night​ when he first⁠ saw the aura,​‍ the boy wanted​‍ to become something‍‌ and the voice‍ that didn’t know⁠ itself decided to​ help each other.‍

The​⁠ two of them⁠‌ were the only‌ ones who could‍⁠​ make such a contract. And The‍ moon in the‌‌ night sky was​​ its witness.

※※※※⁠ – Part 2

Now‍‍ is the time‍‍‌ to enter midwinter.​‌‍

Tents​‍ were erected between​‌ white fields covered‍‌⁠ with snow, in‍ front of a dense evergreen forest.‍‍​

Inside​ the largest and​⁠‌ most splendid tent.​

“It⁠ is easy.”

A man with black‍ hair lifted an‌​​ already cooled down‍‌ tea cup and‌⁠ examined the documents‍‌⁠ on the table‌⁠⁠ in front of‌‌‍ him.

He‌‌ appeared young, but⁠‌ the dark circles‌​ under his eyes‌​​ gave him a frail appearance.

“It‍‍ is too easy.”‌​‌

The​‌⁠ black-haired man was⁠ frowning as he​‌ looked at the‌⁠ documents to see‍ what he didn’t‍‌ like.

“Young‌ master.”

At​‍‍ that moment, a one-eyed man entered‍ along with the‌⁠‌ cold winter wind‌​⁠ as the tent‌ flap was lifted.​‌‍

“You‌​ are here, Zayar.”‌‍​

“Yes.⁠‌ Young master Joseph,‌ I have just‌‍ returned.”

Zayar‌‌ brushed the snow‌‌ off his shoulders⁠ and approached the⁠⁠ seemingly frail man​⁠ cautiously.

“Is‌⁠ there something troubling‌⁠ you?”

Joseph,‌⁠ who had been‌⁠ sheltered all his‍‌⁠ life, didn’t look‌ well, so Zayar​⁠ asked carefully.

“It’s​ just too easy.”​

Joseph​⁠​ stared at the⁠⁠‌ documents in front‌⁠ of him, lost‌‌‌ in thought.

“Monster​‍ extermination is proceeding‍ smoothly. There haven’t​‌‍ been any casualties,​‌ and all of‌ them are mercenaries.”‍​

“But‌ what about the‌ missing people?”

Joseph​​ raised the cooled​ down tea cup⁠ and spoke.

“It⁠ doesn’t change the‌​‍ fact even if‌ we consider them‌‌‌ deserters,” Joseph muttered.​⁠

From‍⁠‌ Joseph’s perspective, it‍ would have been‍‌ better if there‌ had been injuries‌ or deaths while​ monster extermination.

The‍ emergence of deserters⁠‌ indicated that discipline‍‍ had not been‌ properly established.

“Deserters‌⁠‍ on top of‍‌⁠ unremarkable results. They‌⁠ will all doubt‌ my commanding abilities,‍‍ even Father.”

For‌⁠​ a moment, a sharp glint appeared​ in Joseph’s eyes.‍⁠

“My‍ older step-brother as‍ well.”

Joseph.​⁠

Joseph​⁠⁠ Bayezid.

He‍⁠ is the second⁠ son of the‍⁠⁠ Bayezid Count’s family,​‌⁠ so he was‌‍‍ feeling anxious at‌ the moment.

“The‌​ forces I’ve mustered‌ have barely risen,⁠‍⁠ avoiding interference from​⁠ my older brother.⁠ If not now,​ I won’t have‌⁠ a chance to⁠ showcase my military‍⁠ capabilities to those‌ above me.”

Joseph⁠ was an ambitious‌ man.

He‍‌‍ was the legitimate​​ ancestor of the⁠ Bayezid family and‍‌ was trying to​‌‍ become the next‌⁠‌ Count Bayezid by‍ pushing out Rutger,​⁠⁠ who inherited the​ same blood.

“I‍‌ will be destroyed⁠​‍ if things continue​ like this.”

“······.”⁠

Becoming​‍ the next Count‍​ Bayezid was not⁠ simply an ambition.‍⁠‌

Two⁠ suns couldn’t exist​​​ under the same‍‍​ sky.

If‌‌ he failed to​ become the next‌​ Bayezid Count, it‍ was obvious what​ Rutger, his stepbrother,‍⁠⁠ would do.

“If⁠ he succeeds, I’ll‍⁠ live the rest‌ of my life‌⁠‍ in the monastery,‍‌‌ or I’ll die‌‍​ without anyone knowing.”‌

History⁠ proved it.

His‍‍​ own father had‍ risen to the​​‌ top by trampling‌ over his own‍ brothers without hesitation.‍

“I‍ am short of​‍⁠ useful swords. Except​ for you, Zayar.”​

To​​ become the next‌‌ Bayezid Count, Joseph​ needed not only‍ his own abilities‍​ but also the⁠‍‌ support of the‌‍‍ vassals.

However,⁠ Joseph, who was​‌ born sickly, found‌ it difficult to‌‍ gain the support‍ of the vassals,⁠ no matter how⁠ much help he‍‌ had from his​‍ mother and maternal‌⁠‌ family.

The​​ Bayezid family held‌⁠ the military in‌ high regard.

“….‍​‌ young master, I have something to⁠‌‍ report.”

“Speak.”​​

Zayar⁠ hesitated for a moment and spoke‍ to Josef, who‍​ was caressing his‍ temple as if‌ he had a headache.

“There​ is a suspicious‌‍ mercenary.”

“Suspicious​​‍ mercenary?”

Joseph’s‌⁠⁠ eyes narrowed in‌‌ surprise at the⁠​‍ unexpected news.

“Is‍ he a spy‌⁠‌ sent by my‍⁠ older brother?”

“He‌​ is not suspicious⁠‍‍ in that sense.”‍​

“Then⁠‌⁠ what do you⁠‌‌ mean?”

Zayar⁠‌ is a knight,​‌​ a strong one⁠‍​ at that. However,​ the hesitance he​​ showed while delivering⁠ his message to‍​⁠ Joseph was unusual.‍ He lacked confidence.‍

“Speak,​​‌ Zayar.”

Recognizing‍‌‍ the gravity of⁠ the situation, Joseph‍ urged him to‍‌​ continue.

“It’s‌​ something you need‍⁠‌ to see for‍⁠‌ yourself. Would you‌⁠​ care to come⁠‍ with me for⁠​⁠ a moment?”

“It​⁠‍ seems something serious‌‍ has happened.”

Observing​‌ his knight’s unusual‌​ behavior, Joseph realized⁠ that Zayar was⁠⁠​ about to disclose‍​‍ something of great‍‍ importance.

“Lead‍ the way.”

Joseph‍ wrapped himself in⁠​‌ thick outerwear and​‌ added a scarf​ and gloves to​ avoid being hurt​⁠ by the cold‌ winter wind.

“Here⁠⁠ we are.”

It‍‍​ was a dirty​⁠⁠ tent.

“Is⁠​ this a slaughterhouse?”‌

“Yes,‍‌‌ it is. This‌⁠ is where we⁠ dismantle vital parts‌ from the monsters‍⁠‍ we’ve hunted.”

Joseph​​⁠ quickly covered his​ mouth with a handkerchief as he⁠⁠⁠ looked around.

It‍ wasn’t because of​‍⁠ the dangling corpses‍​‍ or the nauseating⁠​ smell of blood​​‍ that filled the​‌ air.

Joseph’s‍‍ mind was tougher​‍​ than that of​ any knight, but​‌‍ his fragile body​ was so weak‍⁠​ that he had⁠‍ to be cautious​⁠​ even of the⁠ contaminated air inside​ the tent.

“This⁠‌‍ way.”

Zayar‍ led Joseph deeper​‍​ into the slaughterhouse.​⁠​ At the farthest‌‍ end of the‌‍‌ slaughterhouse, various types‌ of monster corpses⁠⁠‍ were hanging.

“Have​‌ a look.”

Zayar⁠ personally turned the‌‌ hanging corpses to‌ show Joseph.

“Do​​‌ you see the‌​⁠ wounds?”

“Yes.”​⁠

Etched‍ deeply into the‌ hunched back of​ a goblin, which⁠ had been hanging‍⁠ there for a long time and​​ had become stiff,‍​‍ were sword marks.‍⁠‍

“It’s⁠‍‌ crooked.”

Joseph​​ commented with little​​ enthusiasm, noting that​ the sword marks‍‌‍ shown were made⁠⁠​ by someone who‍‌ had just recently‌⁠ acquired a sword.‍​

After‍ Joseph finished speaking,​‌ Zayar pointed to‍‍ the nearby corpse‌‍⁠ of a monster.‍⁠⁠

Wounds.‌

The‌ body was full‍ of sword marks‍ not only on‌⁠‌ the back but⁠​ also all over​ the body.

From​ left to right.‍

From​ the old corpses‌⁠⁠ to the freshly‍ arrived orc’s corpse.‍

Joseph‌‍ unconsciously removed the⁠‍‌ handkerchief from his‍‌‍ mouth after examining‍⁠⁠ all the corpses.‌

“Could‌ it be that⁠‌ all of these⁠​ were made by⁠ the same person?”‍​

“Yes,​ young master.”

Upon⁠⁠‌ hearing Zayar’s answer,⁠ Joseph immediately moved​‌⁠ back to where​‌‌ the first corpse‍‌ had been.

Joseph,⁠‌ who always walked‌ slowly, was now​‍ running faster than‍‍ ever before.

“This​‍​ is unbelievable…”

There​ was no other‌ way to describe‌​⁠ it.

“How‍⁠ long has it‍‌ been since these⁠ corpses were here?”⁠‌

“It’s​​⁠ been a little‍‍ over a month,‍ young master.”

“Only​‍‍ a month…”

In‍‍ response to Zayar’s‌​ answer, Joseph was⁠⁠ astonished and carefully‍​​ examined the corpses‌‍‌ of the monsters‌ once again.

Sword‌‍ marks.

Crooked‍ and shabby wounds.​‍‌

However,‌‍⁠ as he approached‍​ the corpses of‍⁠ the new monsters,⁠⁠‌ the marks made⁠‌ by someone became‍ clearer and deeper.​

“Who​⁠‌ is it?”

It‍‍‍ formed a consistent‌ pattern.

“His⁠‌ name is Riemann.‌‌‍ He’s a young⁠ man with blonde⁠⁠ hair.”

“Riemann?”‌

Zayar‍‍​ approached Joseph and‍​ whispered quietly.

“The‍ mercenaries call him‍⁠ ‘Praying Riemann.’”

“Praying⁠⁠‌ Riemann…”

Joseph‍⁠ repeated the title‍⁠‌ that Zayar mentioned.‍‌

“Find‍ out more about​​‌ this Riemann right​ away.”

“Yes,⁠⁠ young master.”

Zayar⁠ left the slaughterhouse‍⁠⁠ upon Joseph’s command.‌‍

“…..‌⁠​ This is truly‍⁠ unbelievable.”

Joseph‍ was left alone‍‌ in the room,‌‍​ and he turned⁠ his head and​ once again examined‍ the corpses of‍ the monsters.

Although‍ he couldn’t wield‌ a sword himself,‍‍‌ he could still⁠⁠‌ observe.

Joseph⁠ was a descendant‌ of the Bayezid​ family, which revered‍​ the military, and⁠⁠‍ there were many‌‌‌ outstanding knights around‍ him.

Because‍‍‍ of this, he⁠ could recognize it.​⁠

“He⁠​‍ is a genius.”‍

From⁠ the crooked strikes‍‌ with no proper⁠‌​ foundation, and yet‌‍ reaching the level⁠ of the recently‍ carved sword marks‍‌ in just a month.

It​⁠‍ was something that⁠‍ only a prodigy⁠‌ blessed by the‌ heavens could achieve.⁠

The‌ orc’s corpse, which‍‌‍ had arrived just⁠ yesterday, still had‍ its eyes wide​ open, as if⁠‌ it couldn’t believe‌ its own death.⁠

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