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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Vlad​‍‌ felt terrible pain​⁠ when he woke‌ up the next‍​⁠ morning.

Getting​​​ up is painful,‌⁠ and opening my‍ eyes is tormenting,‌‍ especially if the‌ air outside is‌ cold.

“Gott.‍ What’s for breakfast​⁠⁠ today?”

“Some‌‍ strange meat stew.”‌‍

“…I​ feel sick.”

Vlad,‌​​ who had a rough night’s sleep,‌​ realized that even​ the morning meal​ wasn’t going to‌‍ help him, so⁠‍​ he got up​ from his spot.⁠

“I‍ won’t eat breakfast‌​ today.”

“Are⁠‌ you going to‌​⁠ the priest again?”​

Gott,​⁠ who was about⁠⁠⁠ to go to‍ the food distribution​ area with this⁠ empty bowl, looked​​‍ at Vlad with​ envious eyes.

“Should‌‌‌ I pray too?”‍‍‍

“You’re​​ already in trouble⁠‌‌ from the word‍ ‘prayer.’”

As⁠ Vlad opened the⁠⁠ tent, the early​⁠ morning sunlight began‍ to shine through.​​‍

“It’s​‌‍ cold.”

It​‍ was a wonderful⁠ sight, but it‌​ also seemed to‌ be getting boring‍⁠​ after camping in​⁠⁠ the winter field‍ for about a month.

“I‍⁠ got here first!”‌​⁠

“No,‍‍ why isn’t our⁠‌‌ pot even boiling‍ yet!”

The​⁠ meal had a strange and salty‍​ taste, but the‍⁠ fact that the‍​ employer provided meals⁠‌ itself meant that‌​⁠ this place had‌ an excellent working‍ environment.

“Hmm.”​‍​

Vlad‍ passed the mercenaries‍‌ who were yelling‍‌​ for a bowl‍ of stew and⁠ stood in the⁠‍‌ front of a tent.

The‌‍​ tent was smaller‌‍⁠ than the one‍ where Josef Bayezid,‍ the commander of‍ the subjugation force,⁠ was located, but‌‍ it had a neat and tidy​ feeling instead.

“Priest,⁠ I’m here.”

A warm atmosphere emanated‍ from inside the‍‌‌ tent when Vlad‍ lifted the tent⁠​​ flap.

“Oh,‍‍‌ Riemann! Come on‌‍ in. I was⁠ just about to⁠‍ have breakfast.”

Priest​⁠‌ Andrea, the owner⁠​ of the tent,​​‍ welcomed Vlad with⁠‌ a bright smile.⁠​‌

“Priest,‌ I hope you‍ spent your last‌‌ night peacefully.”

“I‍⁠​ am always at​ peace.”

Priest​ Andrea graciously led​‌ the man, who​​ had come in⁠ with the cold‌‌ winter wind, to‌‌​ a seat at‌ the table.

“Please,‌ have a seat.”⁠

Priest‌​⁠ Andrea instructed one​‌ of his young‌‌​ deacons to prepare⁠‍ an extra portion‌‍‌ of breakfast for⁠ their guest.

“I⁠ heard you went‍‌ to pray last‌⁠‍ night too?”

“I⁠‌‌ couldn’t sleep.”

“It‍ must have been‍​‍ cold.”

“When​⁠ you’re in the‍⁠ embrace of the​ Lord, what does‍‌​ the cold matter?”​

“Haha!‌​ You seem more‌ like a priest⁠⁠ than I do.”⁠‍​

Vlad⁠​ exchanged greetings with​‍⁠ Priest Andrea, but⁠ his gaze remained​⁠‍ fixed on the​‌ young boy who​​‍ was bringing something.‌‌⁠

‘Wheat‍‍​ bread!’

It⁠⁠​ was also soft​‌ white wheat bread,‌​ not hard black⁠​⁠ bread.

Josef,⁠⁠‌ the commander of‍‌ the punitive force,​ was said to‍​⁠ be a faithful‍⁠‍ believer, so the⁠‌ devotion he gave‌ to the priest‌⁠ was indeed admirable.​

“Let‌ us pray.”

“I​‍ haven’t come here‍​​ for a meal.‍​‌ I’ve just come‌‌​ to greet you,‍‌ priest…..”

“Today,​‌ let us thank⁠​‍ the Lord for‍ providing us with⁠‍ daily bread…”

Vlad‍​ was only saying​‌⁠ no on the​​ outside, and Priest⁠ Andrea, who was​⁠‍ in his fifties,‌‍ could already see‌‌​ through Vlad’s true‍⁠​ intentions. He simply⁠ overlooked it and​‍​ protected Vlad’s pride.‍​​

“Let‍⁠‍ us eat this‌​ food and gain​‌‌ strength so that​ we can exert‌‌⁠ even more effort⁠ in doing good​⁠ work…”

Andrea‍‍‍ discreetly glanced at⁠‍‌ the blond man‌ who was praying​‍ in front of‍‌‌ him.

‘He‌ is truly an⁠​‍ exceptional young man.’‌⁠‌

Priest‌⁠​ Andrew was so⁠‍ renowned that Joseph​⁠ bowed his head‍ to bring him‌ here. His reputation‌ didn’t come from‌ preaching or connections;‍ it came from​​ his own deeds.⁠⁠

Even‍‍ though he was​‌⁠ over 50 years​‍ old, he was​‌​ widely known not‌‍​ only to nobles‌ but also to‍⁠ commoners as he‌‍‍ followed the monster‍ hunting expeditions spread​⁠ throughout the land,‌‍⁠ defeating evil beings⁠‌ and blessing the⁠⁠⁠ soldiers.

‘He‍‌‌ hasn’t lost his⁠‌​ faith even in‍ the most wretched​⁠ places. What a beautiful sight it‍ is.’

To‍ Father Andrea, the⁠ existence of a man named Riemann​‍ came as a small shock.

A young man who​​​ sought the will‍​ of God even‌⁠ as a mercenary​‍⁠ leading a tough⁠‍‍ life.

For​​​ Andrea, the existence‍ of Riemann, who‍ takes care of⁠ himself and always‍‌‍ bows to God​‍ even among those‌⁠ rough individuals, was⁠‌ like a revelation.‍

‘This⁠‌‌ too must be‍ a fate given‌ by God.’

While‍​‌ there were those‌​‌ who feigned prayer‍ out of necessity,‌‌ Riemann was a young man who⁠‍⁠ always sought God‍‍ even in places​​ where he was‌‌ not present.

“Please,​ have some food.”‌​‍

“Yes,‍‍ Priest.”

He​ prayed while eating,​ prayed while sleeping,⁠ and even prayed‌ while fighting monsters.‌

To​ anyone who looked,‌⁠ he was truly‌ genuine. What such​‌ a person desired⁠​ was simply a warm breakfast.

‘It‍⁠⁠ is such a waste for this‌ young man to⁠‍ be here.’

So‍ Priest Andrea resolved​ to lead this‍‍⁠ young man, who⁠⁠ would wander bloody‍‍‌ battlefields until his⁠‍ death, to find‍ the will of⁠‍ God.

“White⁠ bread… it’s quite​‍‌ precious.”

“You⁠​ may have as⁠ much as you‌‍ want.”

“Thank‍‍ you.”

Priest‍ Andrea smiled as​ he saw the⁠ humble young man‍‍​ with tears in‌ his eyes, grateful‍ for even a piece of bread.‌​

“By​​⁠ the way.”

“Yes,‍ Priest?”

Vlad,​ who was pouring⁠ soup over bread​ and smirking at‍⁠ the mercenaries outside⁠​‍ eating the strange⁠‌ stew, spoke.

“I​​⁠ knew you had‍⁠ good sword skills,‌⁠​ and it seems‌‌ that this also‌‍ reached Lord Josef’s‌​ ears.”

“Really?”​

Priest‌ Andrea, who had​‍ been looking at‌‍ Vlad with a contented smile, said‌​ in a cheerful⁠‌ tone, “Last night,‍ Sir Zayar came⁠ to me and⁠ asked various questions‍​‌ about you. I told him that⁠‌​ you are a truly faithful young‌‍‍ man and that⁠​ I look forward‍‌‍ to your future.”⁠‌‌

“…..”⁠

Vlad,‌​ who had been​‌ shoving the bread​‍ into his mouth​ until it was‌‍‍ about to burst,⁠‍ stopped for a moment in response‍⁠ to Priest Andrea’s​ words.

“So,‍ I recommended you.”‍⁠⁠

“Oh,⁠ um…”

It‍⁠ was indeed an‍‌‌ unusual response, but‍⁠‍ Priest Andrea mistakenly‍⁠ thought that Vlad⁠‍‌ was pleased.

There‌‌ were noble families‍​‌ contacting him even⁠‌⁠ now, asking for‍⁠​ recommendations, but Priest​‍‌ Andrea didn’t easily⁠⁠ write recommendation letters.​⁠

He‍ was a strict‍​‍ priest who sought‍‌ only the will‌‍​ of God, refusing‍ even the position​ of a bishop⁠‌ in a city.‌

“The⁠ Bayezid family that‌​‍ Lord Josef belongs⁠‌‌ to is a prestigious noble family‌‍‌ in the north.‌⁠‍ Just the opportunity​‍ to work there‌‍‍ would be a much better environment‌⁠‍ than now.”

“Thank⁠⁠ you, Priest.”

Priest‌ Andrea gave Vlad‍‍ a wink and⁠​ said. But Vlad‌‌⁠ only responded with‌⁠‍ an awkward smile.‌

Gulp-⁠‌‌

The‍⁠ sound of the‍‍‌ bread lump fully‌​‍ stuffed in his⁠​ cheeks seemed strangely⁠‌⁠ loud.

※※※※​​​

It⁠⁠ had been some⁠‌‍ time since Vlad’s‌​ morning meal with⁠‍ Priest Andrea ended,​​ and he was‌‍ praying once again.​‌⁠

“I​⁠⁠ guess I was‍ doing something too‌‍​ conspicuous.”

[There‌ was no other‍ way. My swordsmanship⁠‌ can only be‌‌ learned through practical​‍ experience.]

The⁠ reason why Vlad⁠‍​ volunteered for the‌ monster subjugation unit⁠​ in the city‍​ of Varna was⁠‍⁠ because he had​‍ no immediate place‌ to rely on,⁠ but it was‌⁠ also the result‍ of a voice‍ recommending that there‍ was no better⁠‌⁠ place to practice​​ swordsmanship.

[Wasn’t​ being close to‌​​ the priest the‌‌‍ problem?]

“I⁠‌⁠ had to check.”⁠

Vlad‍‌​ hadn’t intended it,‌‍ but his connection​ with Priest Andrea⁠​​ made him want‌ to experiment with​⁠‌ something.

[So,⁠ are you now⁠ sure that I’m​⁠​ not an evil⁠​​ being?]

A being that had​⁠ settled in Vlad’s‍ soul after being​​‌ hit by the‌‌ black lightning.

If‍⁠‌ the voice that⁠‍⁠ even couldn’t identify‍‍ itself really came‌ from evil, then⁠⁠ he needed to​‌‍ be very careful⁠ about his future‌‌ actions.

“I​‍‌ heard that Priest⁠​ Andrea was so‍‌‍ renowned and strong‍⁠ in divine power‌ that he was⁠ recommended for the⁠ position of bishop.”​

The⁠‍‍ fact that such‌ a person could‍‌​ not recognize the⁠​ identity of the‍⁠ voice in his​⁠ soul at least‌ means that the⁠⁠ voice within Vlad‍ did not originate​‍‌ from evil.

“I⁠⁠‍ think we are⁠‍ good since I didn’t get caught.”‍⁠​

Even​​‌ a priest at‌​⁠ the bishop level⁠​ could not recognize⁠​ the evil inside​​‍ him.

In​​ any case, meeting‌ Priest Andrea here‌‍ had been fortunate‌‌​ in many ways.​​‌

“Should‍⁠‍ I have just⁠​ given them the​ slip? Is it‌‌⁠ too late to‌ run away now?”‍‌

[Well…⁠‌⁠ with your skills,​ they might turn‌‍​ a blind eye⁠ to a small‍ forgery like a mercenary badge, don’t‌​ you think?]

“If‌‍ they don’t turn⁠⁠ a blind eye,​ they might hang​‍ me, you know?”‍‌

A connection with a renowned priest.

And‍ a meeting with‍⁠ a son of‌‍⁠ the Count family.‌‌

All‍ of these were‌‍‍ incredible opportunities that⁠‌‍ a run-of-the-mill mercenary‍⁠​ could only dream‌⁠‍ of. But the⁠⁠ problem was that‍​ all of these⁠‌​ opportunities were built‌ upon a false​ identity.

“If‍⁠⁠ they start asking‍⁠ too many questions,‌ it might eventually​​⁠ lead to revealing‍⁠ that I’ve killed‌‌ people. Then it’s‌‍ not just identity⁠ fraud but murder⁠ charges too.”

[Now‌ that I think‍​‍ about it, you’re‍ quite ruthless.]

“But⁠ you’re an accomplice⁠⁠ too.”

[Hmm.‍ It would be⁠ better to run​ away.]

It‍‌⁠ was too conspicuous.​‍‍

Vlad​ had always lived‍ in the shadows,​‌ hiding in back​‍‌ alleys, unnoticed by​​ others. But now,‍⁠ he had become​ a much more​⁠ visible figure than⁠ he had intended.⁠

“In​‌‌ that case, I’ll⁠ make a run⁠⁠⁠ for it around⁠ dinner time.”

This‍⁠ particular monster subjugation⁠⁠‍ mission was supposed‌ to be paid⁠‍‌ once a month.​​​

Fortunately,⁠ he had received‌ his monthly pay‌ a few days​ ago, so he‌‌‌ wouldn’t be missing⁠‌‍ out on much.‌‌

And⁠ if he ran⁠‌⁠ away with Gott,‍‍​ who was eager‍‌‌ to help with​ the counterfeit identity,‌‌⁠ they could create‌‌ a convincing fake⁠ identity badge.

If‌‌⁠ he left, this‌⁠ wouldn’t happen again.⁠​⁠

It’s‍ a shame because‌⁠‌ the working conditions⁠‍ are good, but​‌ now it’s time‍ to leave.

[However,​‍ it won’t be​ easy to run⁠‍ away.]

“Why?”​⁠‌

The⁠‌ voice spoke to⁠‍ Vlad, who was‍​ pretending to pray​​⁠ for a while⁠⁠ and planning his‌ escape, as if‍‌⁠ expressing the difficulty.⁠‍‌

[Someone‍‌ is approaching from​‍‍ behind. Judging by‌​‍ their aura, they‍ are at least​‌ a high-level knight.]⁠

“What?”​

Vlad​ urgently turned to​‌‌ look behind him⁠ at the voice’s‌ warning.

There​ was a middle-aged‌‌​ man approaching Vlad.‌

“Did‌ he sense my⁠ presence? He is⁠ more useful than⁠ I thought.”

A one-eyed knight with​‍⁠ a shining breastplate⁠ and a small‌‍ shield on his‍​ back.

“Lord‌ Josef wishes to⁠‍ see you.”

“…”‍⁠

Looking‍⁠ at the stern⁠ gaze of the‌‍ man named Zayar,​​‍ Vlad could tell⁠ that he had‌‍⁠ no control over‌‌ the situation that‌‌‍ was about to‍‍ unfold.

‘I‌⁠ should have just‍ run away yesterday.’​⁠

Vlad⁠⁠⁠ sighed internally, but‍ he stood up‍‍ with a composed‍‌ expression and said,‌‍ “It is an‍ honor that Lord​ Josef wishes to⁠‌‌ meet me.”

“Did‌​‍ you know I was coming?”

Even‌ when backed into⁠‌​ a corner, he​ had to put​‍‌ up a front​ of some sort.​ Jorge had once‌ said that maintaining⁠⁠ an unwavering expression⁠‍​ during card games‍‍ was a most‍‌ important skill in​​ itself.

“I‌​‌ heard from Priest‍‌ Andrea that he‍⁠‍ recommended me. To‌⁠ be honest, I’ve‌‍ been looking forward‌ to this for‌⁠‍ a while.”

“Hmm.”‌‌‍

Zayar⁠ narrowed his only​ one eye as‍ he watched the‍ pale young mercenary‍ treat him with​ a resolute attitude.‍‌‍

“Follow‍‌ me.”

And‍⁠​ he wondered how⁠⁠ long that confident‍ appearance would remain.​⁠

As⁠ Vlad walked behind‍​​ Zayar, he couldn’t‍ help but think​ about his options.‍

‘Should‌⁠ I make a run for it⁠‌‍ now?’

But⁠‍ the voice in‌‌ his mind eventually​‌ convinced him to‌ follow along.

[Don’t‍‍ even think about​‌​ escaping. A knight‍‍‌ of his level‍⁠ would make your‌ struggle futile.]

‘…..⁠​ damn it.’

The‌‌⁠ fact that the‍​ voice was reading​​ his thoughts meant⁠ that his actions‌‍‌ were predictable to⁠‍ some extent.

And​ the man named⁠⁠​ Zayar ahead was‍‌ likely anticipating his‌ actions as well.‍‍⁠

No,⁠‍​ he had already​​⁠ anticipated them.

Because‌ his left hand‍ naturally rested on‌‌ the sword handle.‌

‘Well,‍‍ I have no​‍ other choice.’

Externally​‍ confident but inwardly‍‍ apprehensive, Vlad stood​‍ in front of‍‌‌ the largest tent​‍‌ among those set⁠‍ up at the‍⁠ encampment.

“Bow‍ your head as‌ soon as you​⁠⁠ see Lord Josef.”​

“How​ long should I keep bowing?”

“Until‌⁠ you receive permission.”‌

Having‍‍​ received some brief​‍‌ instructions before meeting‌ Josef, Vlad took⁠‍‍ a deep breath⁠ and followed Zayar‍⁠ into the tent.​⁠

‘That’s⁠ unexpected.’

He​‌‌ had expected the‌ tent’s interior to‌⁠⁠ be grand and‌⁠​ flashy based on​‍⁠ its exterior appearance,⁠ but it was‍‍ quite the opposite.⁠‌‍

It‍‌‌ was equipped with‌‌​ everything one would⁠‌ expect, and the‌​ arrangement of items⁠‍​ was not overly‌​ extravagant. It was⁠‌ a setting that‍ allowed him to‍ catch a glimpse​ of what kind​‍‌ of person Josef⁠​⁠ might be.

“Lord‌ Josef.”

“Yes.‍ Have you come,‌⁠​ Sir Zayar?”

When‌ Josef’s voice was​ heard from inside‌​ the tent, Vlad‍‌ lowered his head‍‍ as he had‍⁠‌ been taught.

He‌​ thought it would⁠⁠⁠ be better to⁠‍ just lower his‌ head.

To‍ be honest, he‌‌ was quite nervous.⁠​​

‘He’s⁠‌ quite a figure.’​​

If⁠‍​ he had been​ in a back⁠​ alley, he might​‌​ have never seen‌ such a person⁠‍‌ in his entire‌ life.

Josef⁠⁠⁠ Bayezid, the second‌ son of Count​‌ Bayezid.

Although‍‍ he had no‌ title, he had⁠ the same status​ as a prince​‍ of a country​‍⁠ in the County‌⁠ of Bayezid.

“I‌⁠​ finally got to‌‌‌ see it. Nice​​ to meet you.”‌⁠‌

“It’s‍​⁠ an honor to‌‌ meet you too,⁠​‍ Lord Josef.”

Vlad⁠ heard Josef’s voice‍‍⁠ from up ahead.‌ The voice was‌​ not imposing, but‍⁠​ it had an​‍ eerie sense of‌ presence.

“So,​‌‌ are there any‌​‍ inconveniences during the‌ mission?” Josef asked.‍‍​

“Everyone​‍⁠ here is grateful⁠ for your consideration,‍‍ Lord Josef.”

Josef‍‌ smiled as he​ saw the mercenary⁠ answering without hesitation⁠‍‌ even though he​​‌ was very nervous.⁠

‘He⁠⁠‍ looks bold,’ Josef⁠‍⁠ thought.

However,​ whether he was‌​⁠ truly bold remained‌‍ to be seen.⁠ He would be⁠‍ tested in the‌⁠ upcoming interaction.

“Your​⁠ name is Riemann,⁠‌‍ right?”

“Yes.”⁠

“You⁠⁠‍ don’t have a surname?”

“No.”​⁠

“You‍‍⁠ have blond hair‌ and blue eyes,‍​‌ so I thought​‍⁠ you might be‌​ the son of‌‍​ a fallen noble.”​​

Vlad​​‌ was used to​‍ living under such​‌ misunderstandings, so he​‍ could answer this​ question without hesitation.​‍

“Let’s⁠ see. How old‍⁠⁠ are you now?”⁠‍

But‌‍ the next question‌​‍ that Josef posed‍​‌ left Vlad in‌‌ a deep silence.‌

Vlad’s‌​​ silence hung heavily⁠‌ in the atmosphere‌​ inside the tent.⁠​​ It was as‌⁠ though the weight⁠‍ of the world‍‍⁠ had descended upon⁠⁠‌ them.

“Um…‌ I’m 31 years​‌‌ old.”

Reluctantly,‍‌ Vlad answered. He‍ felt like he‌​ was swallowing poison,‍​⁠ but he had‍​⁠ no choice but​ to answer truthfully⁠‍ because his age‌‌​ was written on‍ his mercenary badge.‌​‍

The‌‌ mercenary named Riemann,​‌ whom he poisoned,‌‍⁠ was 31 years⁠​⁠ old.

He⁠ was the youngest​​ man among the⁠‍‌ three mercenaries.

“Ohh?”​

Vlad‌‍ raised his head‍ in surprise upon‍‍‍ hearing Josef’s peculiar⁠‍ exclamation.

A black-haired man with⁠​​ dark eyeshadow.

“You‌‍⁠ have such a baby face!”

He‍⁠ may have appeared‍ frail, but he⁠⁠​ had a mysterious​⁠ glow hidden behind​ his dark eye‌‍​ shadows.

And​ those eyes were‍‌ directed precisely at‍​​ Vlad, accompanied by‍‌‌ a chilling smirk.‌‍

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