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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 110: Man in the fog (1)

Chapter 110: Man in the fog (1)

The‍⁠ world of the‌ voice is a world of deep​‍‍ colors.

The⁠ amber stone that‍⁠⁠ Alicia saw through‌​ that world contained‌⁠‍ an autumn scene.‌

A maple tree stands‌ amidst vast fields⁠ of wheat.

Vlad​⁠ still remembered the⁠‌ leaves falling in​‍‍ the red twilight.‌‍⁠

It​​‌ was an intense,⁠​⁠ beautiful, yet somehow‌​‌ sad landscape.

“But​⁠‍ I can still​ see a little.”‍‍

Vlad‌‌​ closed his left​‌​ eye and looked⁠⁠‍ at the amber​‍ stone embedded at​‍⁠ the end of​⁠ the handle.

Although⁠‍‌ he couldn’t see‍‌ it as dark⁠‍​ and clearly as⁠⁠ in the world⁠ of the voice,​ he could see‍ the maple swaying‌‍ in the wind.‍‌

“Where⁠⁠‍ is this?”

Vlad,‍‌⁠ who was already​‌⁠ talking to himself,‍⁠ sat on the‍ bed and murmured⁠ softly, but no‌ one was responding​‌⁠ to his words‍​ anymore.

Only‍​ the blue moonlight‌⁠ streaming through the​​⁠ window caressed Vlad’s​⁠ shoulders.

Ppajik-‌‍⁠

A small beam shot‌‌​ out from Vlad’s⁠⁠ closed left eye.‌‌‍

Vlad​‌ couldn’t respond when​ a voice asked‌⁠‌ him to meet⁠⁠ in a deeper⁠ world.

However,⁠​ if the voice‌ asks me again⁠​‌ now, I will‍⁠‍ be able to​ respond with certainty.I‌​‍ will.

Let’s⁠‍ meet again in​ a deeper and​‍ wider world.

In‍‌​ a dark room​‍ illuminated only by‍ moonlight, a beam‌ of white light‌ caught Vlad’s attention.‌‍‌

***‌

“How⁠⁠ is he?”

Count⁠⁠ Vitskaya, who was⁠ dining at a table full of⁠‌ vegetables and fruits,⁠​‌ lifted a cup​ of hot tea⁠ and asked.

Although⁠‌ he maintained a healthy diet that​‌ only elves would‍‍⁠ eat, his face⁠ was filled with​‌⁠ furrowed brows and‍​⁠ wrinkles after finishing​⁠ his meal.

“It⁠‍⁠ was clear that‍​ the knight named‍ Vlad was a dragon slayer.”

Reviewing‍ the work two‌‍⁠ or three times​ is not enough.⁠

Especially​‍‌ when it comes‍​ to identifying suspicious‍‌⁠ individuals.

“And?”​‌

“…I⁠ also confirmed his⁠‌ skills. Among the‍⁠ remaining knights, there⁠​ was none who​ could match the​​ knight named Vlad.”⁠

There​‍ were five knights‍‌‍ who attacked Vlad⁠ under the pretext‌ of training.

And‌​ three of them⁠‍⁠ were so beaten​‌​ that they couldn’t‌​‌ carry out their​ mission for the​ time being.

If‌ it had been‍‍ a real fight,​ I would have​‌ lost my head.⁠

“And‌‍‌ you?”

The⁠‍ commander of the​​ knights bit his​⁠‌ lip in response⁠ to the count’s​‌‌ question as if‌ he were being‍ provoked.

“Nine‍‍ times out of​ ten, I’ll win.”​‌

“…If⁠‍ you fight ten‌​‍ times, you might​‌ lose once or​⁠‍ twice.”

Count⁠ Vitskaya remembered well​‍ how much gold⁠‍​ the knight bowing​⁠ before him received.‍

‘Just‍ an 18-year-old…’

Even‌‌⁠ his own knight​‌ commander, who was​​⁠ quite famous when​‍ he was young,‌ cannot guarantee a complete victory.

Therefore,​⁠‌ those who cannot⁠‌​ even use Aura‍‌⁠ don’t stand a chance.

“What​​ about hanging the‍​ guards?”

“Yes?”⁠

He​ was a true​⁠‍ knight, but I didn’t recognize him.‍

The‌​​ first impression was​​ so terrible that​ they left him‌‍⁠ outside, in the⁠​‌ cold, so they‍ wouldn’t move him⁠ easily.

“It⁠ would be good‌‌‌ if he were​‍​ a bit more⁠‌⁠ mindful…”

Knights‍‍ are people who⁠⁠⁠ value honor.

What‍​ he did was​‌ clearly rude, but‌‌ there would still⁠ be a chance.‍⁠

The‌ count only hoped‌ that the young⁠ knight had some​​ idea of how⁠‍‌ the world worked.‌‍​

***​

“…”‌

Vlad​⁠ looked at the‌ tea in front‍​ of him.

A bright green light⁠​ shining in the‌ sunlight.

Vlad‌​ unconsciously leaned in‍‌⁠ as the color⁠ of the tea‍⁠ showed through to⁠⁠ the bottom of‌ the cup.

I don’t know what‌‌‍ was prepared, but⁠‌ the strong smell⁠​⁠ of grass entered⁠‌ my nose and​‌⁠ refreshed my eyes.​

“I​ understand that the‌ culture of drinking‍ tea in this​ way hasn’t developed‌‌ in the North?”‌

“They​ prefer grabbing a bottle of liquor‍ rather than drinking​ something made from⁠ crushed leaves.”

Count‍​‌ Vitskaya smiled happily‍​ as he watched‌‌ Vlad, who spoke⁠‍ bluntly but couldn’t‍ take his eyes⁠‌ off the knight.⁠‍‌

Indeed,‍​ even as a northerner from the‌‍​ North, he couldn’t‍‌‌ help but feel‍ interested in seeing‌ this knight.

“It’s‌‌ elf tea. It’s‌‍‌ a specially processed‍‍ product extracted from‌‌ a forest in⁠‌ the Far East.”‍‌‍

“Elf…”⁠‍

As‍‌ soon as Vlad​ heard the word‍⁠​ “elf” from the‍‌ Count’s mouth, he‌ licked his lips‍​‍ with his tongue.⁠‍

However,‌ he quickly straightened⁠ his posture and⁠‍‍ looked at the​ Count as if​​​ nothing had happened.‍⁠​

You​‍ mustn’t reveal what⁠‍‌ you want during‌‌ a transaction.

Marcella,‍ the Rose of‍ Soara, had said‍​​ so.

“One‍ of the main‌‌ businesses in our​ territory is handling⁠ these special elf​‌​ products. I suppose​‍ people from the​⁠ central region can’t⁠‌ use anything related‌‌​ to elves.”

Until⁠⁠ now, Count Vitskaya’s⁠‌‌ family had not​⁠ differed from a rural family, but‍ after the current‍ Count Vitskaya ascended‍⁠ to the title,​ they acquired a completely different appearance.‍

He​ risked it for​ his declining family​​⁠ and finally managed​ to become one​‍ of the few‍ passages connecting elves​⁠‍ and humans.

“For‌‍‌ example, the tea‌⁠​ you have in‌ front of you​ now is worth​⁠ more than its⁠‌ weight in gold.”‌​‍

“…”‌⁠

The⁠ elves are a long-lived race, and​ their mysterious ecology⁠‍‍ was enough to​​ arouse the curiosity⁠ of central nobles.‌​‌

There​⁠‌ were ridiculous rumors‍​ that it would‍ extend the lifespan⁠​ of the person‍ in front of⁠‌‌ Vlad at the​‌‍ moment.

“Is‌​ the tea worth​⁠ it?”

“I‌​‍ don’t know if⁠‌​ it really increases⁠​‌ your lifespan, but⁠‍​ at least it’s​ definitely good for​ your health. It’s⁠‍ a special medicine,​‌ especially for coughs.”‌⁠‍

Rumors‍ tend to be‌‌ exaggerated, and elf‍​⁠ tea is not⁠​ a mysterious herb‍ that increases lifespan.⁠

However,‌ unlike elf tea,‍⁠⁠ the blonde knight⁠​​ in front of‌⁠‌ him really was‍ the dragon slayer​ as rumored, so​ the Count’s attitude⁠ towards the real‍‍‌ person could not‌‌‌ help but be‍ cautious.

“Do​ you want me‍ to get you‌ one?”

It⁠⁠⁠ was only after‍ hearing the Count’s⁠⁠ words that Vlad‍ raised his head.‍​

He‍‍ seemed to have‍⁠‍ lost his mind⁠‌‍ for a moment‌⁠‌ when he heard‌ that it was​​ not only good‍ for the body‍‍ but also effective​‌‍ for coughs.

“Am‌​​ I worth that‌ much?”

Vlad‌​‍ asked again, looking⁠‌‍ at the Count‍ with a small⁠ smile.

There‌‌ must be a reason why the⁠‍ Count called him​​​ and tried to‌ show him favor.‌‍⁠

“As⁠​⁠ expected, Northern knights‌ are truly ostentatious!​⁠ I like that!”‌⁠⁠

When‌‌⁠ the Count realized⁠ that Vlad was‌​‌ willing to listen​‌ to his proposal,⁠ he smiled and‌ raised his tea⁠⁠​ cup.

He‍ said he was‌ from the North,​‌ so I thought‌⁠​ he would be‌​ a reserved type,​‌‌ but surprisingly, he​ was a type‍​‍ I could communicate​⁠​ with.

“I​‌ admire your ability​​ even to kill‌ a dragon. So,‌‍​ there’s something I’d‌‍ like to ask‍‍ you…”

His‍​⁠ tricks are superficial,⁠ and his actions⁠​ capricious.

However,‍‌ there’s no need⁠​ to shy away⁠‍‍ from taking each​‍⁠ other’s hand if‌⁠​ both parties have⁠ something to offer.⁠‌

“Recently,⁠ there’s a guy​​ hiding on the‍⁠‌ trade route and‍‌‍ stealing my goods.‌‍​ It’s a headache.”⁠

“Is​‍ he a bandit?”‌‍⁠

Vlad⁠‍‍ picked up the⁠​​ tea cup and​​ took a sip.‍​‍

It‍‍ had no flavor.‍

“He’s⁠‍ probably not a bandit.”

Count⁠​⁠ Vitskaya smiled as​​ he watched the​⁠⁠ northern knight holding⁠‍‌ a tea cup​ and making an​ astonished expression.

That‍ smile actually contained‌​ many meanings.

“Because‌​ all my knights⁠‌ escorting the upstream​ route lost track​​ of him.”

It‌ might have been‌​‍ a lie, but‍ there was no‌​ shame in the⁠ Count’s words.

He‍‌‌ was a man‌⁠⁠ who didn’t hesitate‍‍‍ to extend his​‍ hand even to​‌​ the knights he⁠‍ had ignored to​‍⁠ seek help.

“You‍⁠‍ mean even the‌ knights?”

“Yes,‌‌​ that’s why it’s⁠⁠‍ a pain in‌​​ the side.”

Vlad’s‌​​ expression frowned when‍ he heard that‍‍​ not even the‍ knights could do⁠‌ anything.

Count‍​​ Vitskaya’s knights’ skills,⁠ judging by the​‍ combat, clearly weren’t‍ that good.

Rather,⁠ through this combat,​ I could get​ a real idea‍ of what kind‍‌ of place Bayezid​ was.

“Even‍‌⁠ Count’s knights couldn’t‍​​ handle him, so​ you say I can?”

Still,‍‌‍ Vlad didn’t hesitate‍‌​ to let out‌⁠⁠ a sigh.

Like⁠‍ the Count in‍‌ front of him,⁠ the alley knight​ was a man⁠‍ who didn’t mind‌ showing weakness to‌‍‌ increase his value.​​‌

However,‍‌ the Count cut⁠​ off Vlad’s foolish⁠⁠ movement with just‌‌ a smile.

“Vlad‌​ of Soara and​‌​ the Lindworm Slayer.”⁠⁠​

“…”‍

“I⁠​ think if you’ve‌‍ been recognized not​‌ only by Saint‌⁠‍ Rogino but also​​ by many northern‍ families, you’ll do‌​​ enough.”

With‌‌‌ those words, the‍‌‌ Count handed him‍‍​ a small black⁠⁠‌ bag.

Inside‍‍‍ the bag, which⁠​‌ was left slightly‌⁠⁠ open on purpose,‌‌ a bright golden‌ light leaked out.‌‌

“I’ll​‌‍ give you even​ more if you⁠ defeat the unknown⁠​⁠ marauder.”

“It​‍‌ may be difficult​ for me alone.”‌

“It’s​ still fine.”

Count​‌ Vitskaya looked at⁠⁠ Vlad with a deep smile.

The‍ Count has a golden rope that‌‍‌ never dries, but​ an unknown marauder‌⁠ is blocking that⁠⁠​ same rope.

It’s‌‍‌ worth waiting for‌‌ now, but if⁠‌‌ this strap continues​ to get caught,‌‌⁠ eventually your own‌ strap will get‌ caught too.

“I’m‌‍‍ satisfied if you‌‌‍ chase him for‌‍ a while.”

No‍​‌ matter how much​ of a dragon‌‍ slayer the boy‌‌⁠ in front of⁠⁠ you is, there‍‍‌ are many knights​​ with this level‌​‌ of skill in‍‌‍ the central region.​‍​

There⁠ would be nothing⁠‍‌ to look forward‍ to if it​⁠ were resolved completely,‍‍ but since it’s​⁠‌ used anyway for‍​ little money, it⁠‍ would be good‌⁠​ to wait until‌⁠​ a truly famous​​‌ knight is invited.‌‌⁠

“…All​⁠ right. Count. I’ll‍⁠ do my best.”⁠⁠‌

Vlad⁠‌ smiled at the‌​​ Count, who had​‍​ finally revealed his‍⁠‍ true intentions.

“Instead,‌⁠ I’d like to‌​ receive something more​⁠‌ than just gold‌‍ coins.”

With‍ those words, Vlad‍⁠ took out some‌ gold coins from⁠​‍ his open pocket‍‌​ and silently returned‍​‍ them to the‍‍‍ Count.

“…Is⁠‍⁠ there anything else​ you want from​‍ me?”

Value⁠‌​ is relative.

For‍ the Count, gold‍ coins abounded, but⁠⁠ Vlad was not‌ a man driven​ by money.

“I‌⁠ want to see‌⁠ the world as​‌ a wandering knight.”⁠​

Even‌ as he stood‌‍ in the mud⁠ in the alley,‌‍‍ Vlad tried not​⁠‍ to lose himself.‍

Even‍ now, in Soara,‍ there will be​‌​ a man who‌ controls his cough‌⁠⁠ with warm wine.​

He​⁠ was a man‍ who had vowed​‌⁠ to be faithful.‌

The​​‌ sound of Joseph’s‍‌ slight cough always‍⁠ weighed heavily on‌ Vlad’s heart.

“…Do‍‌ you want to​‍ enter the city⁠‌​ of the elves?”‌⁠

Seeing⁠​ Vlad asking for‌ something completely unexpected,⁠ Count Vitskaya leaned‌‌​ back deeply.

After‌​⁠ all, boys with‌ unbreakable authenticity were⁠‍ the ones who​​ couldn’t be seduced⁠ by the shiny‌⁠ gold.

“In‌ those conditions, just‌‌ finding out his‌⁠ identity isn’t enough.”‌‌⁠

The‌‌​ Count frowned as‌ if he were‍ worried.

Although⁠​ Vlad spoke easily,⁠ it wasn’t just‍ a matter of‌ adding one person.​⁠⁠

Interacting‍‌‌ with the elves‍‍⁠ was a small‌‍ hole in the‌‍‌ family’s future and‌‍‍ his entire life,‌ so the compensation⁠‍⁠ Vlad demanded was‍ nothing short of⁠​‌ an act that⁠​‌ posed a great​ burden on the⁠​ Count.

“We’ll​ figure it out.”​‍‌

However,​​ not even Vlad⁠⁠ could yield at‍ this point.

Now⁠‌ that he knew‍⁠‌ that no one⁠ could enter the‍​‌ city of the‍⁠ elves, he somehow⁠ had to get‌‌ the Count’s cooperation.​

“So‍ that the unknown​‌ marauder never again‌​⁠ covets the Count’s‍⁠​ trade route.”

The‌‍ central count and‍‌ the northern knight⁠‍ were making eye⁠‍ contact.

As​ long as we‌ have something to‍⁠ offer each other,​ we’ll be able⁠ to smile even⁠⁠​ if we drink⁠⁠ bitter tea and​ show kindness to​ those who ignore‍‍​ us.

“Fine.”‌

Because‌‌‌ that’s the deal.‍​

Their⁠ clasped hands trembled​‌​ silently over the⁠‌ bag of gold‌‌ coins.

***​​

On‍​​ a dark night,‌‍⁠ upon a stone‍ bridge spanning a very high cliff.‍‌⁠

The⁠‍ coachman trembled in​ the dense, damp‍‍‍ fog with every​‍ breath.

The⁠ reason the coachman‍ trembled wasn’t simply‍ because the atmosphere⁠⁠‍ was unsettling.

“Ugh,‌ huff…”

Right‌‍ in front of​‌ me lay men⁠ sprawled on the‍‌⁠ bridge as if‍ dead.

Among‌‌ them fluttered the​⁠ tattered flag of​‍ Vitskaya.

All⁠⁠‌ the fallen were‍‌‍ knights the Count‌ had selected and⁠‍​ dispatched.

“Is⁠ there any elven​ object among them?”‍​​

“Hey,⁠ hey…”

An‍‌⁠ unidentified man wearing‍ a gray hood​ that reached his‍⁠​ knees.

His​​ sharp voice, like​​‍ scraping metal, instilled​‍ a strong feeling‍‍‍ of revulsion in⁠​‌ the listener.

“You’re​ right! Please, save​‍‌ me!”

The⁠⁠‍ coachman quickly fell⁠ to the ground‍ and cried out​ loudly.

It‍ felt as if‌‌‍ the thick fog‌‌‌ swallowed my voice.‍

Crunch!‍‍

A horrible sound was‌‍ heard from behind,‌⁠ but the coachman‌ didn’t take his‍‌ eyes off the‍‍ knight lying on⁠ the ground.

He​‍ was afraid that‌ if he opened‌‌​ his eyes, he‌‍ would find himself​⁠‌ facing a hooded‌​ man.

In⁠ the thick fog,⁠‍ a dim light⁠ fell from a thin stone bridge‍ descending down the⁠ cliff.

With‍​ a heavily laden‍‌ carriage.

As‌⁠‌ soon as the​‍ faint light vanished‌⁠ from the bridge,‍ only darkness remained‍ on the stone⁠‌⁠ bridge.

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