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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 113: People who do not know each other (1)

Chapter 113: People who do not know each other (1)

My⁠⁠ ears are ringing.‍

I felt something was‌‌ wrong with the‌ first collision.

“No,⁠⁠‌ Noir…”

Vlad‍ barely got up‌‍ from his seat​ with blurred vision​‍​ and walked towards‌ Noir, who was⁠ far away.

Neigh-‍‌

A black horse recognizes‍‍ Vlad, who approaches‌‍ stealthily and rises​ with difficulty.

Fortunately,⁠​‌ although his strength​⁠ seemed to diminish,⁠⁠ nothing seemed to​​ be broken.

“…Damn.”​​​

Vlad,⁠‌​ holding Noir’s reins,‍‍ gritted his teeth‍ as he looked‌‌​ at the scene⁠‍‌ in front of​ him.

On⁠ a stone bridge​ covered in clouds‌​‌ and illuminated by⁠​⁠ moonlight.

Fragments​ of the armor⁠ that had just⁠​ broken were flying.⁠

People⁠ were seen lying​‍ among the debris⁠‍ gleaming in the​​‌ moonlight.

“Perhaps​⁠ you should have⁠ rested a little‍‍‍ longer.”

And‍​⁠ a person standing⁠ on a stone‍​ bridge.

The‍​​ unknown man, who​‍ had finally defeated‍⁠​ the remaining knights,‍ sensed Vlad’s presence​ and turned around.‌‍‍

The‍⁠ man’s white hair​‍ shone brightly under‌‌ the hood that​⁠‍ Vlad had torn⁠ apart.

“I​‌​ think we have‌ a lot to​ ask each other.”​

Upon​‌ hearing the words⁠​ of the unknown⁠‌ man, Vlad once‍‌ again raised his​‍ sword.

The⁠⁠‍ stance of holding‍⁠‍ the sword to‍​ the extreme for‌⁠‌ a single strike.​‍⁠

The‌‍⁠ man, seeing Vlad’s​ posture like an​ arrow about to⁠​ be shot, smiled‌⁠ as if he‌ knew that would‌⁠ happen.

“Well.​‍‍ That.”

Two​‌ men stood facing‍‌​ each other under​‍​ the moonlight.

With​ another sword raised‍⁠‌ as if it‍​ were the same.‍⁠‌

***

“Good​‌ job.”

An‍⁠ office tinted by‌⁠ a bright light.‌‍⁠

Flowers‍ planted here and‍​ there peeked their⁠​ heads into the⁠‌‍ sunlight streaming in‌​‌ beyond the window.‌⁠​

“It‍ was a tough‍​⁠ task, but you​ did well.”

“Thank⁠‍ you very much.”‌​

Vlad‍‍ listened to the‍⁠ Count’s words and‌ stared fixedly at⁠⁠ the teacup in​‍ front of him.​‌‍

A light green elf​ carriage.

I walked the distance‌ for over a week to take‌‍ this sip.

“I​⁠⁠ heard it wasn’t​ an easy match.​ It’s a pity‌⁠ we didn’t find​ his body.”

Vlad​⁠​ raised his head⁠⁠ and looked at​ the Count.

A man with deep⁠ wrinkles on his‍‌‌ dry face.

In⁠⁠⁠ a body that​​⁠ looked ten years⁠ older than his​ original age, the​​ only thing that‍‍⁠ seemed to have​​ its own age​‍​ were his bright⁠ eyes.

“I⁠‍‌ was lucky.”

“Haha!⁠‍ I guess you​​‍ were lucky.”

The‌‌ Count leaned deeply‍‌ against the chair’s⁠​ backrest with a worried expression.

“You‍ have no idea.⁠ How much trouble​ I went through⁠‍‌ because of that‌​‍ guy.”

The​‍ Count closed his‍ eyes with a relaxed expression, as​ if he had‌‌ lost a tooth.​‌

Since‍​ the city’s main‌‌⁠ industry had been​‍​ threatened by an​⁠ unknown, his difficulties​‌⁠ were understandable.

However,⁠⁠ Vlad’s eyes as⁠​ he looked at​‍ the Count were‍‌‌ cold.

“Who‍​‍ were you planning⁠‍‍ to call if‍ it failed?”

“Mmm?”⁠​‌

The​​ Count opened his‍‍ closed eyes at‍⁠ Vlad’s sudden question.​

“He‍​ was of a very high level.⁠​⁠ It was a level of skill​⁠⁠ that the Count’s​‍‌ knights couldn’t match.”‌​

Said​​ Vlad, stroking the​⁠ rim of the‍ teacup.

Small⁠​‌ waves were forming‌ in the transparent⁠‍ teacup.

“Saying‍​‌ I was lucky​‌ wasn’t just a sign of humility.”‍

Red‌‌​ began to spread‌ over Vlad’s teacup.‌‍

One⁠ of the countless‍‌ wounds received during‌​ the fierce battle‌ was hidden on⁠⁠ Vlad’s finger.

It​ was something he‍​​ was willing to​ do, but the‍​ man I met​​‌ on the bridge‍ had even more‍ extraordinary skills than​ the Count had‍​‌ mentioned.

The‍‍‍ Count’s request had‍⁠ been deceiving Vlad⁠‍‌ from the start.​

“I⁠⁠ guess that’s why‍​‌ you didn’t send‌‌ the commander of‍ the knights.”

The‌ Count knew it.⁠

Even‍ his own knight‍⁠‌ commander with outstanding‍​‌ skills would not‍​ be a match‌⁠ for the unknown‌ marauder.

“…A⁠⁠ person who is⁠⁠​ responsible for something⁠ always has to‌‍ think about the⁠​⁠ future.”

The‌ Count replied and⁠​ looked at Vlad‍​​ sitting across from⁠⁠ him.

A face covered in‍⁠ scars, a swollen‍​​ eye.

However,‍ the reason he‌⁠ made a strong​​‍ impression instead of‌‍ looking bad is⁠⁠‌ probably because of‌‌​ Vlad’s unwavering blue​‌⁠ eyes.

“I​ was requesting knights⁠⁠ from the Dragon​⁠​ Slayer Order in‌​ the capital.”

At‌ the Count’s response,​ Vlad’s fingers stroking​‌‍ the teacup stopped.‍⁠‍

“We​ wouldn’t have been​ able to drive‌ him out with⁠‍ our forces alone.​​​ That’s what I know of his‍​‍ skills so far.”⁠⁠

To‍​‍ get the cooperation‍ of the Dragon​ Slayer Knights in‍ the capital, a reasonable basis is‍ needed.

A reason like the‍‌ appearance of a dragon or an​ enemy that is​‍ too difficult to‌⁠⁠ handle.

If⁠ Vlad had failed‍⁠‌ in this matter,‌‍ that would have​‌ also been used‍​ as evidence and​⁠ noted in the​⁠‌ Count’s report.

The​​ reason is that​‌​ they are an⁠‌‌ opponent that not⁠‍ even so many⁠ knights can deal‍ with, so please​ send the Dragon‍⁠ Slayer knights.

“Still,‌ I’m very glad‍​ you’ve solved the‌‌‌ problem. The Dragon‌‌ Slayer Order knights⁠‌‌ are really costly.”⁠‌

With⁠ those words, the​⁠​ Count took out⁠‌ a leather pouch.⁠​‌

“I‍ put in more⁠⁠‍ than I promised.⁠‍ Anyway, you brought​ the carriage back‌⁠‌ safe and sound.”​‍

“…”‌​

A pocket that looks​⁠ heavy.

However,⁠ Vlad’s eyes were⁠‍ deeply sunken as‍​‌ he looked at⁠‍ the pouch.

“You⁠‍ already received an‌⁠‍ invitation from the⁠ elves, so you‍ don’t need my‌​ letter of recommendation.‍​⁠ That also comes‍‌‍ at a price.”⁠‍

No⁠⁠‍ matter how much‌⁠​ money there is.⁠‍‍

The‌‌ gold coins in‍⁠‍ this pouch alone‍‌ will not be⁠ able to replace‍⁠ the price of‌⁠⁠ life.

Last⁠⁠‍ night, Vlad was⁠ nearly dead on‍⁠ the stone bridge.‍

“I‍⁠ accept it gratefully.​‍ Count.”

However,‍​ Vlad accepted the⁠⁠ gold coin offered‍​‌ by the Count.⁠

I need to know‌​‌ the exact amount‌‌ it contains so‍⁠ I can charge‌‌ the Count more​⁠ later.

The​ price of deceiving​⁠ yourself.

“Isn’t​‍‌ it a waste​​⁠ to rot in‌ the North?”

The​‍ Count’s voice reached⁠ behind Vlad, who⁠ was holding the​ office door handle.⁠⁠​

“Wouldn’t‌⁠‍ it be better‍⁠ to work here‍ than in the‍ North, where there’s​‍‌ nothing special? Of⁠⁠ course, I’ll pay‍ more.”

Count‍​‍ Vitskaya says he‍ wants to hire‌‌ him.

His‌​​ voice coldly climbed‍⁠‌ up Vlad’s neck​ like a snake.⁠

“I​ heard you were‍‌ banished from the​ city. Wouldn’t it​‌ be better to‍ work for someone‍⁠ who understands you‍‍⁠ than for a lord who abandoned​‌​ you?”

Vlad‍ slowly turned his⁠‌‌ head as he​‌ listened to the‌‍ Count treating him‍‍ like an abandoned‍ dog.

There​ was the figure‌ of the Count‌‌ raising a teacup‍⁠ to him.

“I‌‌⁠ want a lord⁠ I can trust.⁠‌ Count.”

The‍​ blood of nobles⁠‌​ is blue.

Vlad​‌ seemed to know‍‌​ now what that​⁠ meant.

The​ person in front⁠ of me right⁠‍ now did not​​⁠ see himself as​ a person.

“That’s​‍ too bad.”

Vlad‌‌⁠ left the office,⁠ leaving behind the​‍​ Count who shrugged.​

Vlad’s​ steaming teacup hadn’t‍‍⁠ diminished at all.​‌

***​⁠

After‌ leaving the Count’s​ mansion, Vlad walked⁠⁠ silently towards the⁠‌‍ outskirts of the⁠‍ city.

A strange yet familiar⁠ place.

Although‍​ not as bad​​​ as the alleys⁠ of Soara, the‌​ alleys Vlad was​​ currently walking through​‌ were disorderly and​ dark enough to‌ remind him of‍‌ a poor neighborhood.⁠

Vlad​⁠‍ quickly concealed his‍‍⁠ armor with his⁠ cloak and walked‌⁠​ through the alley‍ with familiar movements.‌⁠

Someone‌ in the darkness‌‌‍ laughed as if​‌‍ surprised, watching Vlad​⁠​ change from the​ appearance of an​‌ honorable knight to⁠ the appearance of‌​ a disheveled rogue⁠⁠ in an instant.⁠⁠

Tap-‍​⁠

Vlad​‌ stopped at the‍ agreed-upon spot and​⁠ soon felt small⁠‍ stones flying towards​‌‍ his boots.

“…”‍

He​‍‌ couldn’t see it​ or feel it.⁠

All‍​ he could hear​‍​ was the sound⁠ of the blowing​​ wind.

Judging‌‍​ by the fact​‍‍ that not even‌⁠ the slightest sound⁠⁠​ of footsteps could​‌⁠ be heard, the​​ opponent seemed to​​​ have discovered in‍ the previous duel⁠ that Vlad had‌‌ a sensitive ear.‍‍

Tap-‌⁠‌

Tap-​‌

Thus,‌‌ Vlad followed the‌ direction of the⁠‍ stone and ventured‌ into the slums‌ of Tanovo.The darkest‍‍ place in the‍ city.

Scenes‌⁠​ in every city⁠ were different, but‍​⁠ people who had‍ been expelled seemed‍⁠ similar everywhere.

All‍ the people living‍‌‍ in the darkness‌​‌ were gray.

“But​‌‌ you know how‌‍‌ to keep your⁠ promises.”

After​⁠ passing by the‍‌ gray people, Vlad​ finally arrived at‍ a dead-end alley‍⁠​ somewhere.

An‌​‌ unpleasant sound of‍‍ metal began to‌ flow through the​‌ black shadows.

“I‍‌⁠ thought you’d run⁠ away like crazy.”⁠​​

Marginal⁠ neighborhoods, darkness, and‌​ voices you didn’t⁠‍​ want to hear.⁠⁠

These‌ were factors that‌ would have pressed‍ anyone, but Vlad​‌​ simply spoke calmly.‌

“No‍​​ one followed me.”⁠‌

Empty‌⁠ threats didn’t impress​ Vlad.

The‌ familiar smell of‍ the slums reached⁠ his nostrils, and⁠‍ the rebellious spirit​ of the boy⁠‌ suddenly surged within⁠⁠⁠ the rider.

“So,‌⁠ could you stop​‍ saying those weird‌‌​ things?”

“Seriously?”⁠⁠

An‍​ embarrassed cough emerged​‌ from the shadows‌‍‌ at the end‌ of the alley.⁠

It‌​​ was a voice‍⁠‍ completely different from‌ the sound of‌ metal heard earlier.‍‍

“This​ worked well on‍ the bridge.”

A man finally emerged⁠ from the darkness‍ with Vlad’s rebuke.‌⁠

He‍⁠ was an unknown‌‍ marauder wearing a gray hood.

“Can⁠​ we talk?”

“That’s​ why I came‍‌⁠ here.”

The​​ two individuals were‍‌‌ similar, even in‍ the way their⁠‍​ hands held swords.​​‌

A disheveled-faced knight and‍⁠ a man with⁠‍​ a gray hood‌​ sewn into a mess stood facing‌‌‍ each other, looking‌⁠‌ at the traces‍‍ left by one‍‌ another.

***‌‍⁠

“Why⁠‌ don’t you ask⁠ my name?”

“I⁠⁠ don’t think you’ll​ tell me even‌​​ if I ask.”‍

Vlad‍⁠ sat down at​​‍ a corner shop,‌ a common sight​‍ in the slums,‌⁠⁠ and placed an​ order with familiar​ movements.

A gangster with a fierce spirit that‌ matched his disheveled‍​ face.

The‌‍⁠ man in the‌​‌ gray hood chuckled⁠ as he looked‌​⁠ at Vlad, who‌⁠ had already assimilated​ into the darkness​​ of the alley.​‌

“I‌ guess you’re from‍ some poor neighborhood?”​

“Even​​​ if I ask,⁠ you won’t tell‌ me.”

“…”⁠

After⁠‍ receiving the ordered​‌ food, Vlad sat⁠ on a randomly‍ placed chair nearby‌‌ and skewered a piece.

“Retired‍ knights usually don’t​‌​ give their names.”​

“To‌‌⁠ be exact, only​⁠ those who have‌ become the lowest.”‌

“Most‌ people don’t have⁠ money.”

“…”​‍

Vlad‍ recalled Ramund from‍ the man wearing⁠ the gray hood.​⁠

Extraordinary‌⁠ skills and composure‌ that only experienced‌​​ individuals can possess.‌

However,​​ he even tries​‍ not to reveal⁠⁠‌ himself.

That​​ day, beneath the‌‍⁠ hood he removed⁠⁠ was the image​ of a man‌⁠⁠ with white hair,​​ just like Ramund.⁠

“Why‌‌ was a retired‍⁠​ knight robbing there?”⁠​

“…Retirement‍⁠​ came sooner than‍ I thought.”

The‍ man in the⁠‌​ gray hood pulled‍⁠‍ up his hood⁠‌‍ as if that​​‌ were enough and​⁠​ smiled as he​‍⁠ looked at Vlad.‍​

“There’s​⁠ still something I haven’t done.”

Everyone‌‍ dreams of an​​⁠ honorable retirement.

However,​​‍ very few people‍​ can choose the‌‌ ending for themselves.‍

“You​‍ owe me your‌ life. You know⁠​ that, right?”

“Approximately.”‍‍‍

“Approximately​ what?”

“I‍‍ mean, if you‌ had stayed until‍‌ the end, you⁠‍‍ wouldn’t have known.”⁠​

Probably‌‍ not.

The‍​ man eating skewers‍⁠ beside me was⁠‍ the one who‌ killed 5 knights,‌‍ 10 dragons, and‍​‌ a group of​ men for dessert,⁠⁠ then put a sword to his‍‍ neck.

Honestly,⁠‍‌ he was the‌​‌ person with the⁠⁠ most overwhelming skills​ of all the‍⁠ people I had‍‍​ ever crossed swords‌‍ with.

“Don’t‍​‍ talk nonsense.”

The‌⁠​ retired knight took​ the skewer from‌‍ Vlad’s hand and‌ took a bite.​

“Anyway,⁠ I have a lot to ask‌​⁠ and a lot​⁠ to do, so⁠​ you’ll have to‍ help me for‌ a while.”

“Why‌ is there so‍⁠ much to do?”⁠‍

In‌ response to Vlad’s‍‌‍ question, the man⁠ in the gray⁠ hood pulled out‌‍ a small pouch​⁠ from his chest​ and tossed it‌⁠ over.

It⁠⁠ was a pouch‌​‍ containing elf tea‍ leaves.

“They’re​​ elf tea leaves.‍ What’s this about?”​⁠‍

Thujon⁠‍​ leaves with a fragrant smell.

Vlad‌ still didn’t know​‌ why the man‌ in front of​​⁠ him was plundering​⁠⁠ the count’s carriage.‌‌‍

“For​‍‌ the tea?”

Vlad​ looked at the​​ man who was‍⁠‌ casually drinking his‌ beverage.

There‍ was a sneer⁠‍⁠ on his face‍⁠⁠ that Vlad couldn’t​​⁠ tell who it​⁠‍ was directed at.​⁠​

Retired‍⁠ knights who left‌‌​ behind the name‍‌ they had built‍ and became the‍⁠​ lowest of the​ low.

They⁠⁠‌ were people who‌​​ embarked on a pilgrimage-like journey and​⁠ picked up their⁠‌​ honor that had‌‌ been trampled on‌‍​ the ground.

“This⁠‍ is not tea.”‍‍

And​​ now, an unknown‍ retired knight calmly⁠​ drinks in front​ of Vlad.

“It’s⁠ a drug.”

He‍‍​ was a man‍‍‌ who poured his​ honor among the​ trembling tea leaves.‌⁠

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