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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 126: The return of the prodigal son (2)

Chapter 126: The return of the prodigal son (2)

A night where even​ the clouds hide​‍⁠ the moon.

The​​​ malicious intent clinging​ everywhere is sticky.‌‍‌

“Ah…”⁠

Every​‌‌ time I exhale⁠⁠‌ forcefully, the flowing‌⁠‌ blood slides down‍⁠ my forehead.

However,​ the old knight,⁠‍ who had become⁠ senile, no longer⁠ had the energy⁠​​ to raise his‌ hand and wipe⁠ it away.

Time‌​ was especially cruel⁠‍ to the elderly.⁠

“Sigh…”​

The‌​‌ old knight finally​‍‌ reached a dead​‍ end and sighed.‌​

They⁠​ cut and ran⁠‌​ to open a path, but in​ the end, they‍ were led to⁠⁠ their intended destination.‌⁠​

“I⁠ wish you could⁠​⁠ rest in peace.”‍

A man approaches among​‍​ the men surrounding​‍ him.

“I⁠‍ didn’t even let‌ you retire alone​⁠​ because of this?”‌

Finally,‌ the moonlight shines⁠⁠‌ upon his appearance.⁠​

“…A‍‌⁠ nobleman has arrived.”‌⁠

Blond​⁠‌ hair and blue‍‌ eyes.

His⁠‍⁠ elegant appearance would‍​ have attracted anyone,‌‌ but the power​‍​ in his eyes​⁠⁠ makes him crueler‍ than anyone else.​⁠

“You⁠⁠ must have had‍⁠⁠ a hard time⁠​ coming all the​‍​ way here just‌ for the sake​ of this insignificant⁠ old man.”

“It⁠ was something worth‍ facing.”

Click-‌‌‍

At‌‌ the man’s gesture,‍‍ the men surrounding‍⁠​ August drew their​‌‍ swords.

Politely,‍ as if it​⁠​ were a final‌‌ courtesy.

“You‌‌ may be underestimating⁠‍ me. Although I may have lost‍⁠ some teeth, my‌⁠ claws are still‌ sharp.”

August’s‌ eyes burned coldly‍‍​ as he prepared‌ for the end.⁠⁠​

Though‌‍​ he had retired,​‍‍ there was one⁠⁠ last mission he⁠‌ wanted to fulfill.‌‌​

Now‌ that the elves⁠​‌ had been blocked,⁠ if he could⁠‍ deliver the evidence⁠‍​ he had brought​‌​ to the imperial‍‌⁠ family, he could⁠ inform the world‍‍ of the harm​‍​ done to Absilon.⁠

It​​ was a mission‍ that had to‍‍⁠ be carried out⁠ in that way.⁠

“No​​ way.”

However,‌‍ the man in⁠ front of him​‍‌ did not lose‍‍​ his composure even⁠⁠​ in the face​ of the old⁠ knight trying to‍ burn his last⁠⁠ flame.

“Isn’t‍ that why I came myself?”

Mirshea,⁠⁠ the leader of‌​ the Dragonslayer Knights.​⁠⁠

With‌⁠ his words, the​ tips of the‌‌‍ knights’ swords rose​ towards August.

The‍‌⁠ killing spirit of​ the Dragonslayer Knights‍ spilled coldly towards‌​⁠ the old knight.‍‌

“It’s‍⁠ not much, but​ I hope you‍‌ enjoy the retirement⁠​‍ ceremony we prepared.”​⁠

The‍ ferocity hidden in⁠‍​ the blue eyes‌‌​ stirs.

When‍‍​ he unsheathed his⁠ sword, he looked‍‍ like a noble‌​ knight, but when⁠‌‌ aimed at himself,⁠⁠ he looked like‍‌‌ a beast with⁠ bared teeth.

‘Blond​⁠ hair… blue eyes.’‍‍

And‍‍ cruelty.

A strong personality that‌‍ started out noble⁠ but ultimately turned‍‍ cruel.

That⁠ individuality now looked‍ at him with‍ blue eyes.

‘I​⁠​ see.’

Flashes‌‌‌ of malice draw​ near.

Towards‌ the tired, old⁠​​ lion.

Seeing‌​‍ the brightest malice​‌ among them, August‍ remembered the young⁠‌‍ knight he had‌⁠⁠ met in the‌​ elves’ forest.

“It⁠⁠​ wasn’t his personality.”‍‌

He​ was wrong.

The‍‍​ traces of that⁠​ boy who had‍ a noble start‌​‌ but was cruel‍⁠ in the end.‌‌‍

The​‌​ cruelty Vlad showed⁠ wasn’t a personality‍‌ developed by himself.‍⁠​

It‌⁠​ was a predatory‍⁠⁠ instinct running through‌ the blood.

The⁠‍‍ clouds once again‍‌‌ hide the moon.‍​​

The‌⁠‌ movements of someone⁠​‍ slowly crumbling in‌ the darkness without‍​ even the moonlight.​⁠‍

Inside,‌‌ green tea leaves⁠​ flutter sadly.

The⁠‍ truths someone arrived‍ at were spreading​⁠⁠ so fleetingly.

***‌⁠

Marcia⁠ City.

The‍ only city in⁠‌ the Barony of⁠‍‍ Rosmitz.

This‌⁠​ city, which was‌ not particularly ancient⁠‍‍ or had anything‌​ to boast about​ as a territory,‌‌ was truly a common and ordinary‍‌ place.

And​​‌ now Vlad and‌‍ Goethe were walking‌ towards the city⁠ of Marcia… but​ they weren’t there.‍‌‌

“Thank​⁠ you, Captain.”

“Well,⁠​ I was thinking‌ of returning anyway.”‌

Vlad⁠ responded hesitantly upon​‌ seeing Goethe expressing​‍ his gratitude.

That’s​‌ because the group​​ was not heading​ to Marcia, but‌⁠ to a remote‌⁠‍ village four days‌‍‌ away.

The‌‍‍ place, which had‌⁠​ no proper name‌⁠ and was simply‌ called Wisteria Village,​​⁠ was also Goethe’s‌‌ hometown.

“How‌‌ long has it‌⁠ been?”

“What?‍‍ Since when have‍‍‌ I left? Let‍‍​ me see, I think it’s been⁠⁠ about 6 years.”⁠‍‍

“It’s​‍⁠ been quite a while.”

Goethe,‌‌‌ who seemed to​⁠⁠ be in his‌ twenties, so if‌‍ it was six​​‌ years ago, he‌ probably left as⁠ soon as he⁠​ became an adult.‌‍

Or‌​ perhaps it was​ something that came​‍‌ before, like Vlad.​​‍

“I’ll⁠ make sure my​ mom and younger‌ siblings are okay⁠⁠​ before I leave.”​⁠​

“…”‍

Ultimately,⁠‌⁠ the leader of‌⁠​ the group was​‌ Vlad, and Goethe‍‍​ was just a squire.

If‌ the two had⁠‍ been an ordinary‌ knight and squire,‍⁠‍ Goethe wouldn’t have⁠ dared to ask⁠ them to pass‌ through his hometown.​⁠‍

So⁠ even now, Goethe‌‍⁠ was watching Vlad‍‍ carefully.

“Is‌​ your mother good‌ at cooking?”

“…Yes!‍‌​ My mother’s potato‍‌ stew is on​‍ a different level⁠‌ from what is‌⁠​ served in most‍​‌ inns.”

“Really?”⁠

The‍‍​ weather was warm⁠‍‍ and the breeze‌⁠​ was cool.

Since​ I found a clue about the‍​​ voice in Ausurin‌‌‌ and have a goal in mind​⁠‍ on what to⁠‍‍ do next, I can finally feel​⁠ like I’m on‌‍ vacation for a while.

“If‍ it tastes that‍ good, I might​ stay for a day or two.”‍

“…Perfect!”‍‌⁠

Vlad⁠ treated others with⁠ coldness, but that‌‌ wasn’t the case⁠​ for everyone.

When‌ Jorge looked at⁠⁠​ Vlad and commented‍​ that he was⁠​ the kind of​ guy who would‍​‍ be the leader​‍ in any alley,⁠‌ he wasn’t just⁠ saying it because‍ of his outstanding‌‍⁠ skills.

“There.”‍‍⁠

Goethe’s‍‍​ fingertips trembled slightly‌ as he pointed​‌‍ to his hometown,⁠ which he hadn’t​ seen in a long time.

Green‍⁠‍ leaves falling beside‌⁠ the village entrance.⁠​​

The⁠ flower buds, which‍ would soon turn⁠⁠ purple, welcomed the⁠ prodigal son of‍ the village, who⁠​ had returned after​ a long time.⁠‌‌

***⁠‌⁠

“Stop!”​‍‌

A guard without special⁠ weapons, but with​ fierce eyes, blocked⁠‍ Vlad and Goethe’s‌​ path.

“Who‍​‍ are you? What​ brought you to‌‌ our town?”

At⁠​ first glance, it​ was a small‌ city, so of⁠ course, it wasn’t​‍‌ a permanent army.‍‌​

Perhaps⁠‌‌ one of the​‍ young men of⁠ the town acted​‍ as a vigilante,​​ but he seemed‌​ quite skilled at​ stopping strangers.

“Thompson.​‍ I’m Goethe.”

“Goodness?‍‌ Goethe?”

The‌​‌ guard tilted his‌‍ head when he⁠⁠‍ saw Goethe cheerfully‌‌ greeting him from‌ the horse.

“Hey.​‍​ Millhouse up on‍‍ the hill.”

“Ahh.​​‌ That Goethe!”

A subtle smile appeared‌‌‌ on the face‍ of a guard​⁠​ named Thompson, who‌​‍ now recognized Goethe.⁠⁠

“It’s⁠⁠ been a few​⁠‍ years. Where have‍‍ you been all‌​ this time?”

“Just⁠⁠⁠ here and there.”​

Vlad‍‍⁠ quietly stroked Noir’s⁠ neck as they⁠ watched the two​⁠‍ chat loudly.

Both‍ seemed uncomfortable even⁠‍​ though they were‌​ talking.

And‌ even the sight​‍ of other guards‌‌ standing silently around.​​

‘I⁠ don’t think I’m​ particularly welcome.’

Vlad,‌⁠ who always controlled⁠⁠ the atmosphere whenever​⁠⁠ he arrived at‌‌‍ an unknown place,‍ noticed that the‍ attitude of the‌‍ people greeting Goethe⁠ was lukewarm.

Apparently,⁠‌ something was wrong‍⁠​ when he left‍​⁠ the village.

“Is‍⁠ my mother and​ younger brother okay?”⁠⁠⁠

“Yes.‌ Nothing happened.”

However,‌‍ Goethe didn’t seem‍‍ to care much‍‌ about their reactions.‍‌‍

Vlad‍​ silently scratched his⁠‍ chin at Goethe’s‌‌ seemingly familiar attitude.⁠⁠​

“It’s⁠ good to see​ you again after​ so long. Will‌ you be calm‍⁠ and leave?”

“Yes,‌​ I’ll leave shortly.‍⁠‌ Just one or​‍ two days.”

Goethe​ tried to smile⁠​‌ as he looked⁠‌ at Thompson, who‍ was more cautious‍‍ than happy to⁠‍ see him after‌ a long time.‍

“Go‌ see the village⁠ chief and greet​‍​ him first.”

Goethe‍⁠ quietly walked past‌⁠‌ the guards who​ had sheathed their‍​ spears, nodding his‍​‌ head.

“Stop.”⁠

“…?”​⁠

However,‌‌ the spears soon⁠ blocked the path​ again.

Although⁠ Goethe confirmed his⁠ identity, the guards‌⁠‍ once again were⁠ blocking Vlad’s way.‍

“Hey.‌⁠​ Thompson. He’s my​​​ guest.”

“Even‌‍​ so, I have⁠​​ to check.”

“Thompson!”⁠

This⁠ was something guards‍ in a big⁠‍ city would naturally⁠ do, but this‍ was a small‌ village and they​ were just vigilantes.⁠​​

Goethe,⁠‌‌ who was a resident of the‍‍ village, vouched for‌ his identity, so‌⁠‌ it seemed like⁠⁠‌ they would simply‌ overlook it, but‌ the subsequent reaction​⁠ was cold.

“What’s‌ your name? You‌‍‍ look young.”

“…Ha.”⁠​

Goethe⁠‌​ was being ignored.‌

In​ front of the‌ village where he​ was born and‍‍​ raised.

The‍‍⁠ boy from the⁠‌ dark alley inside​​‍ Vlad felt the‌​​ unpleasant yet familiar⁠​ air and lifted⁠ his eyes fiercely.‍

“My​‍ name is Vlad.”‌

Vlad⁠​ removed the cloak‌‌ given to him⁠​ by Oksana and⁠​‍ placed his hand‍​​ on the sword⁠ hanging from his‍ waist.

The‍‍‍ shining sword of‌​​ the spirits showed​‌ that the person⁠‍‌ in front of⁠ them was an​ unusual person.

“I​ am the knight​ of Bayezid. Vlad.”‌⁠⁠

Blond‌ hair and blue​ eyes.

And​‌ the strength of‍ a fierce predator​​⁠ contained in those‍​​ eyes.

Thompson’s‍​​ back was covered​‍‌ in sweat and‍‍ he felt like⁠⁠⁠ a rabbit standing‌​‍ in front of​ a wolf.

This‌​ was going wrong.⁠‌‌

“I​ don’t want anyone​ like you to‍‍ ask for my‌‍‌ name again.”

“I’m‌ sorry!”

Thompson,​‍⁠ who was finally‍​‍ released from Vlad’s‌ nightmare, sharply bent‍⁠ his back and‌‍ lowered his head.‌‌

For⁠⁠ someone with such‌‌‌ a fierce personality‌‍ as the knight‌ in front of‍​​ them felt, it‍ wouldn’t have been⁠‍ surprising if the⁠‍⁠ sword was drawn⁠ immediately, which would‍‍ have been impolite.​‍⁠

Vlad,​ who easily overcame‌ the guards with​⁠⁠ just his momentum,‍ looked at Goethe​‍ with irritated eyes.‌⁠‌

“I’m⁠‌⁠ sorry. Captain.”

It‌‌ wasn’t the trouble‍ caused by the​⁠⁠ guard blocking the‌​ way.

Goethe​‍⁠ was always smiling‍‍​ cheerfully, but now​ he only had​⁠​ a bitter smile​​ on his face.​

‘It’s‌ annoying.’

It’s​⁠ been a while‍​‍ since he returned​ to his hometown,​ why is he‌⁠ so withdrawn?

Vlad‍‌ didn’t like that​ look at all.⁠‌⁠

“Listen.”‌

“Eh?”⁠

Suddenly,‌​​ Goethe saw a white object flying‌​ towards him and⁠‍ quickly caught it.​

“…Why⁠​ is this?”

A white flag fluttering⁠‌ in the wind.‍‌

Patterns​‍​ of numerous nobles⁠‌ and organizations engraved‍‌⁠ on it looked‍ at Goethe.

“You‍​ take the lead.‌ This will never‌‍ happen again.”

It‌ was an indifferent‌ tone, but it‍​‌ contained consideration for‌​ Goethe.

I don’t know how​ you were when⁠⁠ you left, but​ shouldn’t you look​‍ confident when you‍‍‍ come back?

“…I‌‍⁠ will guide you.​ Sir Vlad.”

“Alright.”‍⁠​

Vlad⁠‍​ nodded slightly as​ he looked at‌​ Goethe, who quickly​‌ understood his intentions.‍⁠‌

A flag full of⁠‍‍ honor.

The⁠​ eyes of the‍ young men of⁠​ the village became⁠ distant as they‍ looked at the​ standard-bearer hoisting the‌‍ bright flag.

“Excuse​ me. Sir, sir.‍‌‍ Welcome!”

A wooden fence opened‍‍ slowly, welcoming the‌ two.

An​ honorable rider carrying‌‍⁠ a bright flag.‌‌

The​​ prodigal son of‌⁠⁠ the town who​ left insignificantly has​‍ now returned to⁠‍ his hometown as‌ a standard-bearer with​⁠‌ a bright flag.‌‍‍

With‍⁠⁠ a ray of‍ smile, Goethe’s world‍⁠ was slowly expanding.‍‌

***​⁠‌

“Who​ is that? Who‌ said he had‍ so much success?”⁠

“He’s‌ here. The second​‌ son of a miller family.”

“The​​⁠ fool has returned?‌​ Seems like he‍ had success outside.”‌‍⁠

A small village where‌​⁠ only those who⁠⁠‌ leave come back.​

Therefore,⁠⁠​ the news that‍‍‍ a new stranger⁠ had arrived was⁠ silently but quickly​⁠ spreading through the​‍ village.

“Was‍‌ it worth it​⁠ for you?”

“…”‌‍​

“Well,‍ it’s better to‍​ be a swindler‌‌‍ than worth half⁠⁠ a penny.”

Vlad,⁠⁠ who confirmed Goethe’s⁠​​ assessment of him‍‍​ from the whispers‌ he heard, smiled⁠‍‍ faintly.

If‌⁠​ he were too‌ cruel or had‌ a complicated past,​​ he wouldn’t have‍ been able to​‍​ keep him around‌​ for long.

But​⁠‍ if it’s around⁠‍ worth half a penny, it’ll be⁠​ fine.

“If‍‍‌ you go this‍‍ way, it’s the‍⁠‍ village chief’s house…”⁠

“Let’s‍‍​ leave your house‍ first.”

“Eh?”​⁠‌

Vlad​‍ clearly realized what⁠‌ kind of position‍​ he was in‌ by observing and​​ learning from Joseph’s​‍ side.

This⁠‍ meant that Vlad⁠ could now act​ like a proud⁠ knight rather than‌‌ a rundown alley⁠​ kid.

“Ask‍‍ the village chief‌ to come to‌⁠⁠ your house. Because‌ it’s complicated to​⁠​ get there.”

Excessive‍‍‌ courtesy only humiliates‌‍ oneself.

To‌‍ be treated properly,​​⁠ you had to‌​⁠ know how to‍‍​ behave appropriately for‌‍⁠ your position.

“Okay.”⁠⁠‍

“Don’t​ go yourself, find⁠‌‍ someone and tell⁠​⁠ them.”

“Yes.”⁠⁠⁠

Anyway,​⁠‍ the whole village‍ had come because⁠ of Goethe.

So,‍‌‌ it might be​ a good idea‍⁠‌ to give him‌⁠​ a little push‍‍ while he’s here.​‍

“Hey,‌‍ it’s on the‍⁠ hill over there.”​‍

“Go​ see.”

Noir,​ who didn’t like‍‍ having other horses​‍‍ in front of​⁠ him, this time⁠​‌ followed Goethe silently.⁠​‍

The​‌‌ knight and the‍ horse confirmed each‌‍​ other’s intentions through​⁠ the world they​‍⁠ found.

“…I‍⁠‍ guess I’m preparing‌ lunch.”

“I‌‍ know.”

There’s‌⁠‌ a lonely house​ in front of​⁠ you.

Smoke​⁠ was coming out‍‍​ of the chimney‍⁠ of a house⁠ with an old‌ mill that seemed‌​ to no longer⁠ work.

“Mom…​ mom. I’m here.”​‍⁠

Goethe‍​‌ carefully opens the‌⁠ gate door.

Goethe’s⁠ voice gradually fades​‍⁠ as he sees​​ that his hometown⁠ looks the same‌ as when he‍⁠ left.

“Mom.”⁠

A woman came out⁠ of the kitchen‌‍​ upon hearing the⁠‍ door open.

She​‍‌ looks tired.

The⁠‍​ headscarf tightly tied​​⁠ around her head⁠‌ was clean but‍ very worn out.‌​‌

Her⁠‍ face has wrinkles⁠ of time that⁠ cannot be hidden.‍‍‍

They‍ must be deep⁠‍ wrinkles that my⁠ poor son couldn’t‌⁠ smooth out.

“Go?⁠‍​ Goethe?”

The‍‍‍ spatula the woman⁠ was holding fell‍‌‍ to the ground.​‍⁠

“Oh​⁠ my God!”

“Mom.”⁠⁠

Although⁠‌ everyone in the​‍ village ignored her,‍ she welcomed Goethe⁠⁠ with open arms.​‍

For​‌‍ some, he was​‌⁠ a prodigal son⁠​ who caused accidents,⁠ but in this‌‍‌ woman’s eyes, he‌‌ was more valuable⁠‍⁠ than anyone else.‌‍

“…Is⁠ there potato stew⁠ for lunch today?”⁠

Seeing⁠​ the mother and‍​​ son embracing with‍​ tears in their​​‌ eyes, Vlad patted‍⁠⁠ the ground for​​ no reason.

“Come​‌⁠ to think of‍​‌ it, it’s been‍ a long time‍⁠​ since I had‍‍ a home-cooked meal.”⁠‌‍

Vlad‌ lifted his heavy‍‌​ eyes and saw‍ smoke rising from⁠ the chimney.

The⁠‍ spicy smell coming‌ from the kitchen‌‍ seemed to bring‍ back old memories​ he couldn’t even‌‍​ remember.

Today’s‌‌ lunch for Vlad⁠‍ will be a hot stew that⁠​​ his mother will‍‍ serve to her‌ son.

It⁠ must be a taste he hadn’t⁠ felt in a long time.

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