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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 15

Chapter 15

In​‍ the flickering candlelight,⁠​

Vlad‍‌ saw a hint‌‌‌ of a smirk‍⁠‍ as he looked​⁠ at Josef.

It⁠‌ was a smile‌⁠‌ of a victor,‍ exuding confidence in⁠ controlling the situation.‌

‘I​ got caught.’

Vlad‌​ was born in‌​​ the back alleys​‌ and his birth‍ was not even​ registered properly, so⁠‍ he needed a false identity to‍‍ join the monster‌​ subjugation unit recruited⁠​ under the name​ of a lord.⁠

It⁠‌ meant having something⁠‍ like a mercenary‍​ badge from someone⁠‍​ he had killed.‌‌

“That‍‍ face does not‍‌ look 31 years‌‌ old. Is being‍⁠ young-looking something you’re‌‍‍ born with?”

“It’s‍ one of the⁠‍‌ few things I’m‍ proud of.”

Vlad⁠⁠ replied with the⁠ utmost politeness while​​‍ looking at Josef⁠‌​ with a faint‍⁠​ smile.

“Zayar.”‍

“Yes.”⁠‌‌

However,‌​ Josef was not‌⁠ an easy-going person.‌‍

Whack!‍‍​

A harsh slap struck⁠ Vlad.

It‍​​ was the kind‌‍‌ of slap that⁠‍‌ he could have‍‌​ dodged but should‌ not have avoided.⁠​​

“Understand‍​ this once. You​ were born and‍‍‍ raised up in​ the back alleys,‌‌ so do you​⁠‍ really think you⁠​⁠ know how to‌‍ treat nobility?”

“…”‌

Josef​ was smiling while‌​ looking at Vlad‌ who was bleeding⁠‍‍ from the nose.‍⁠

It​ was a smile‌⁠⁠ that seemed to⁠‍ say, “I know‌‍ everything.”

“I‍ really hate lies.​ I should have​‍‌ told you this‍‌ in advance.”

A strange desire rose⁠⁠‌ up in Josef’s⁠ pitch-black eyes.

“Name.”⁠

“…..⁠‌ Vlad.”

“Age?”​

“I’m​ 16. I’ll be‍‌‌ 17 after this​​‌ winter.”

“Haha!”​​​

Josef‍‍ clapped his hands‌ in joy at‌ Vlad’s answer.

“Excellent.”​

“…”‌‌​

Vlad​‍​ decided to stay‍‍⁠ quiet, even though​ he couldn’t quite⁠‌‌ understand what was‌ excellent. There was​ a knight glaring‌ at him fiercely‍‍ from behind.

“Yes,​​ you went through‍⁠ a lot coming‍‌​ from Shoara to​⁠ here.”

“…You​‌‍ knew everything.”

This‍‍‌ time I did‌ well not to‌ lie. The black-haired⁠⁠ man in front‌⁠ of him had‌​⁠ already fully grasped​‍ his situation.

“It’s‍​‌ been confirmed that‍⁠ your mother was‍⁠ a prostitute, but​⁠ we could not⁠‌ find out about‍‍‍ your father. Do‌‌‌ you happen to⁠‌ know who your​‌‍ father is?”

“It’s​ quite a funny⁠ joke to ask⁠​​ a prostitute’s child‍‍ about his father.”‍‌

Vlad​⁠⁠ answered sarcastically without‍​ realizing he was⁠ in an oppressive‌ atmosphere, and he‍​ was immediately punished.⁠

“Krgh!”‍⁠‍

“Be‌ polite, kiddo.”

Vlad,​ unable to withstand‍‍ the blow that​‌ struck him in‍ the back of‍ his knee, fell​ to one knee.‌​​

“No,‍‍ it was quite‌​⁠ an amusing joke.”‌‍​

Josef‌ scratched his head‌ as he looked‌‌​ at Vlad, who​⁠⁠ was kneeling in‌ front of him.​⁠‌

“Well,​‌ you must have⁠ killed one somewhere​ to get that⁠‌ mercenary badge, and‌ we have already‌ figured out why‌‍ you fled from​⁠‌ Shoara.”

Josef‍‍‍ thought to himself.⁠​​ He already had‍​ the background information,​ but he was‍ genuinely curious about​​​ the golden-haired young‌ man in front⁠ of him.

“Where‌‍⁠ did you learn⁠‍ swordsmanship?”

How⁠‌⁠ did a young⁠‍⁠ man who had⁠ spent his entire​ life surviving in‌‍ the back alleys⁠ acquire such incredible​‌​ skills? Who did‌​ he learn from,​​ and under what‌⁠‍ circumstances?

And‍⁠ why did he‍ possess such talent,‍‌ given his background?‌‍‌ It was enough​ to pique the​ interest of the‌​ second son of​‍ the Bayezid family,​​‍ accompanied by shining⁠ swords.

Josef​ was too curious⁠‍ about what was⁠‍‌ hidden in Vlad’s⁠‌⁠ blue eyes.

“…”​‌

However,‍​ the person who‌ had to answer‍ the question simply⁠​⁠ kept his mouth​‍​ shut.

Sssshh…‌‍‌

The​‍‍ sound of a sword being drawn‍‌ quietly could be‍‍‌ heard from behind‍⁠ Vlad.

“Answer​⁠‍ him.”

Vlad,‍ who was muttering‌⁠ quietly with his⁠ head down, made‌​ eye contact with‍⁠ Josef as if‌ he had made​ up his mind.‌‍‍

“He​​ was a teacher‍⁠‍ who appeared like‌​ lightning and disappeared‌‌ like the wind.”‍‍‌

Josef‍‍⁠ found himself getting‌ drawn into Vlad’s‌ words without even‌‍ realizing it. Vlad’s​ words were enough‌⁠ to arouse someone’s‍​⁠ interest.

“He⁠‍ never revealed his⁠ name, he said.”‍

Vlad’s​ blue eyes did⁠‍ not waver.

Because‌‍ it wasn’t a lie this time.‍

“A⁠​⁠ ‘one man ever-winning‌⁠ secret’ not be‍ disclosed to anyone.”​​‍

“….​‍‌ Alright.”

Josef⁠‍ nodded his head.⁠‌​

He‍⁠ had some doubts‍​‍ and suspicions, but​​ Josef couldn’t untie‍⁠ all the knots‌‌ of secrets piled‍​ up at this​​‍ moment.

“I’m‌⁠‍ sorry for being⁠‍‌ harsh with you.‌ I don’t know‍‍⁠ about you, but‌ I’m in a pretty difficult situation‌‌ right now.”

Unravel⁠ one knot at⁠‍ a time.

“I⁠​⁠ have a proposal⁠ for you.”

“Please,‌ go ahead, Lord⁠​‌ Josef.”

Vlad‍⁠‍ answered politely. Although‍​ a multitude of‍ thoughts raced through⁠⁠‌ his mind, he⁠ maintained his composure.‌

“I​⁠‌ want to sponsor​ you.”

“…Yes?”‌​‍

Josef’s​​​ sudden proposal left‌⁠​ Vlad momentarily surprised.⁠‌ He had come​ here by deceiving​‌ and killing people⁠‍ and assuming a false identity. Yet,‌​‍ Josef was offering⁠ to sponsor him.​​⁠

“Do⁠ you not want‌⁠ to rise to‍ a higher position​‌⁠ than you are‍‌‍ now, Vlad of⁠‌ Shoara?”

Josef‌⁠​ waved a card‌ Vlad couldn’t refuse.​‌‍

Knighthood.‌

Power.​

Freedom.​‌

Survival.‌​

Their‌​ eyes met.

The‍ two men were⁠‍⁠ able to recognize‌⁠ what the other‍‌‌ wanted in each‍ other’s eyes.

※※※※⁠

Clang!​

A loud sound echoed⁠‌‍ through the encampment‌ in the morning.​⁠‌ Despite the early⁠‍ hour, mercenaries had‍ all gathered where‍‍ the sounds were⁠‍ coming from. They‍‌ were there to‌⁠ witness a spectacle‌‍ they rarely had​‍ the opportunity to‍ see.

“Can‌​ he hold his​ ground?”

“His‌ opponent is Sir‍​⁠ Zayar, after all.‌‍‌ He’s just letting‌⁠‌ him win, of‌​⁠ course.”

A one-eyed knight and⁠⁠ the blond young⁠‍​ man were facing‌​‌ each other with⁠‍​ their swords crossed.​

“Has​ he become Sir‌‍ Zayar’s disciple?”

“He‌‍ certainly has extraordinary⁠⁠ skills.”

“I‌ heard he’s over⁠‌⁠ thirty.”

“There⁠​ was someone here​‍ who believed that.”​​‌

The‌⁠ sight of a knight-level person practicing​‍ swordsmanship was not‌‌ an easy sight‍​​ for mercenaries to‌‍⁠ see.

Furthermore,⁠​‌ the opponent who‍ was receiving that‌⁠ swordsmanship was someone‍‍ they were very‌​ familiar with.

“Argh!”‍‍

“You​ arrogant brat.”

In​​‍ that case, there‍‍​ would be no‍‌ better spectacle than‍​⁠ this. Regardless of⁠‌‍ what the person​⁠⁠ who has to‍‍ receive the sword‍ thinks.

“Do‍⁠ you really think‌‍ you can hold‍​‌ your head high⁠‌ in front of⁠ Lord Josef with⁠⁠​ these mere skills?”‌‌

Along​ with the feeling‍⁠‍ of a heavy​ wooden sword, there⁠​ was a voice‍⁠‌ whispering so that‌ only Vlad could​‍​ hear it.

“…”‍‌‍

Vlad‍​​ did his best⁠ to endure Zayar’s‍‍ intimidating gaze, as‌​​ if he were⁠​​ about to be‍ devoured, but he⁠ couldn’t do the​‌⁠ same with the​ sword he was‌⁠ swinging.

“Ugh!”‍​​

“You​ really don’t know‌‌ your place!”

No​ matter how you‌‌‍ framed it as​‍​ a sparring match,‍​​ the knight named⁠⁠​ Zayar was considered​‌⁠ a formidable figure‍ even within the‍⁠ Bayezid family.

The‌ knight’s swing contained‍‍ a force that‍​ would be difficult⁠‍ for a mere​ brat to accept.‌‍‍

Clang!⁠​‌

The‌ wooden sword flashed‍‌ continuously without respite.‍​​ Zayar moved with‌‍ a constant search‌⁠ for openings.

Vlad‍‌​ was deeply flustered⁠​ by Zayar’s movements,‍​‍ which exposed dozens‌‌ of his vulnerabilities‍ with each step.⁠

Zayar​​ was aiming meticulously‌‌ for Vlad’s weak‍⁠‍ points.

Vlad‍​ had talent but⁠ lacked experience, and‌‌ those weaknesses were​⁠ painfully clear from‌⁠‍ his perspective but‍ perfectly exploited by​‍ Zayar from the​​​ other side.

‘Darn⁠ it!’

When‍​‌ he was in​‌⁠ the back alleys,⁠⁠ he learned the‍​‍ basics from Jorge,​‌‌ and after escaping⁠⁠‍ from Shoara, he‍ had been instructed‌‍‍ in swordsmanship by​ the Voice.

He‍​ had even defeated‌‍ Hobgoblin with those‍‍‍ skills. However, now⁠‍ he was being‌‌​ pushed around like‍⁠ a training dummy‍ in the training⁠‍ field.

‘The‍‌ difference in skill​‍​ is… overwhelming.’

He‍‍ felt it to⁠​ his core.

He​ was indeed nothing​ more than an‌‌ amateur, just as​ the Voice had⁠ said.

“If‌​‍ you don’t dodge‍​‌ this one, you‌​ might die.”

“······Lord‍‍ Josef will be​​​ sad if I die.”

“Seeing‌​ you’re still talking​⁠ means you’ll probably⁠‍ dodge well enough.”⁠‍

The​ gap in skill⁠ and status was​‌​ clear. He was‍​ in a completely‍ different league from​‍ the beginning.

‘This​⁠⁠ is what a knight is like!’‍‌

It‍ was beyond comparison‍⁠⁠ to Jorge, and​​⁠ was a different‍‍ type of sword​ than Godin’s.

“Ugh!”​‍

That‌‌ sword swung down‌ toward his head,⁠​ and Vlad had⁠​‍ to make a split-second decision. Should‍​ he dodge it?‌​ But it would​‍ follow him. Should​ he block it?​ It was too⁠ powerful.

‘Then…’​‍

Swish!​‌

The‌ wooden swords clashed,‍‍ making a sound​ that seemed too⁠ slippery. Unknowingly, the⁠⁠‌ mercenaries around them‌ held their breath.​

“Hiya.”​

“It’s⁠‍‌ Riemann, as expected.​​‍ He had a move.”

Despite⁠‌⁠ the vast difference​⁠ in their levels,​⁠‍ the mercenaries were‌ people who knew‍‌ how to wield​​ a sword. Thus,‍‍ they could appreciate⁠ how extraordinary the‍ scene in front‌‌​ of them was.‌‌​

The​​ positions of the⁠ two swords changed⁠⁠ in the blink​‌ of an eye.​‍⁠

“He⁠​ managed to evade.”​

As​ someone said, Vlad⁠​ succeeded in deflecting​⁠​ Zayar’s sword.

“Yes,⁠​ that’s good enough.”‌

Or​​ rather, he was‌​‍ granted permission to​ evade the strikes.⁠⁠

“Cough,⁠‍‍ cough…”

Beads‌‌‍ of sweat clung⁠‌​ to Vlad’s chin,‌​ and he looked​ pitiful.

“Were⁠‍ you really going⁠⁠ to kill me?”​⁠​

“It’s‌⁠⁠ not like there⁠‍ aren’t squires dying​‌​ when knights learn​‍‍ swordsmanship.”

The⁠​‌ one-eyed knight spoke⁠ with a smile,​ but Vlad, who​⁠​ was on the​ receiving end, was​​⁠ trembling.

‘Will‌ it continue like​​⁠ this in the​ future?’

“We’ll‍ keep sparring like‌⁠ this in the‍​ future.”

“….‌‍⁠ Can’t you go⁠⁠‌ a little easier‍ on me?”

Zayar​‌ smiled and answered⁠ Vlad, who fell⁠‌ down as his​ legs had given‍‍​ out without him⁠ realizing it.

“Why?⁠‌ It seems easy​‌ enough.”

“Isn’t​ there something odd‍​⁠ about your eyes?‍ Is this what⁠⁠ someone who seems‌ easygoing looks like?”‌​​

Zayar​⁠ responded to Vlad’s‌⁠ small grumbling by⁠​ fiddling with his⁠​⁠ eye patch.

“You‌​⁠ may be missing​⁠ one eye, but‌​‌ your vision is⁠ correct, so don’t⁠​​ worry.”

Vlad​‌ closed his eyes⁠ as he watched⁠‍ Zayar leaving the‌⁠ training ground, saying⁠​​ that the morning‍​ sparring was over.⁠

And‍ muttered in a low voice.

“You‍ don’t even give‌ me a bit⁠‍‍ of advice…”

[Sometimes,​⁠⁠ you learn by​ taking hits.]

He‌ grumbled quietly to‌​ express his dissatisfaction,⁠‍‌ but the Voice⁠‍ simply responded as​​​ if it were⁠​‍ self-evident.

[It⁠‌‍ was excellent sparring.‌ He is honing‌⁠ your skills by‍ chipping away at‍‌ the rough edges⁠‌​ in your body.]​

The​​⁠ Voice’s assessment was​‌​ accurate.

The‍‍ voice was building​‌ up Vlad’s skills‌ by passing on‌‌ what he knew,‍ but Zayar was‍⁠​ chipping away at‌‍​ the rough stone​‌‌ called Vlad through⁠‍‌ sparring that felt​⁠ like a real​⁠ fight.

To‍ be a little​⁠​ sharper and a little brighter.

That‌ was an area⁠‍ of teaching that‍ the Voice couldn’t⁠‌ provide.

“….⁠ Seems like I have no allies⁠‌‌ anywhere.”

With⁠‌ that remark, Vlad​‍ closed his eyes,​ so he wouldn’t‌⁠​ have seen the‍‍‍ satisfied smile on‍‌‍ Zayar’s face as‍‌⁠ he left.

Zayar,‌⁠ who had beaten⁠​ Vlad early in‌ the morning, entered‍ the tent where⁠ his lord was.‌

“Lord‍⁠​ Josef.”

“Come⁠⁠ in.”

Josef‌⁠‌ was sitting there,⁠‍‍ waiting for him,‌‍​ even skipping breakfast.‍

“What‌⁠ do you think‍ after seeing him‍ yourself?”

“He’s⁠ quite promising.”

“To​‍ what extent?”

“…..‌‌ If he was⁠​ a child of‍ a noble family,​‌⁠ even the Count​‍‍ would have taken‌ notice.”

“As​⁠⁠ expected, my eyes‍​ didn’t deceive me.”‌​

Josef​ smiled deeply as‍ he heard Zayar’s​​​ evaluation about Vlad.‍

“However,‍ as I mentioned‌‍ before, the problem⁠​‌ is his lack​​‍ of manners and​​ his arrogance.”

“Etiquette‌‌‌ is something that‍⁠ can be taught​ gradually. I think⁠‌‌ I have the⁠​‍ right person for‍ the job in‍‍ front of me​​ right now.”

Vlad⁠​⁠ may have gotten⁠‍ what he wanted‌⁠‍ from last night’s⁠⁠‌ conversation, but he‍⁠‌ had also incurred⁠⁠ Zayar’s wrath.

“A‌​‍ sword without loyalty​​​ cannot be trusted.”‌

“I‌‌⁠ wouldn’t have believed​ him even if​⁠ he had respectfully⁠‍ bowed to me‌⁠‍ as soon as⁠‌‍ he saw me.”⁠‍​

Josef’s‌​ eyes sparkled as‍‍⁠ he thought back‍ to last night’s⁠‌ conversation.

“I’m‍ just glad he⁠‍ showed his true‍ intentions by speaking​ his mind.”

Last‌ night, Vlad dared‌ to speak to⁠⁠⁠ him with his⁠​ head held high.‍‌​

He‌ said he had‌​⁠ things he had​‍ to do.

“Perhaps‌ it’s for the​ best. Maybe a relationship where we‌⁠⁠ both get what⁠⁠‍ we want is​‌ more suitable.”

“…..”​​‍

Zayar‍‍‌ could only nod​‌ in response to‍‍ Josef’s words.

Although​‌ he was not​​‍ born with a strong body and‌ a talent for‌ the sword, Josef​⁠ was not talentless.‌‍⁠

He‌‌ had the talent⁠​⁠ called the qualities‍ of a monarch.⁠‌⁠

“Isn’t‌⁠‌ he just like⁠⁠ a wolf, arrogant,​‌‍ untrustworthy, and seems⁠‌ to live for​‍ his own sake?”⁠‍

“…..”​

Zayar‌ understood it well.​‍

Even⁠‍ though Josef was⁠‍‍ speaking to him⁠​‌ at the moment,‌ he was actually​‍ looking at someone‍ else.

“Even‍ if he’s such‍⁠⁠ a wolf, I will eventually tame‍ him with time,​‌ and a little‍‍ patience.”

Wolves‌⁠ are free creatures,​​‍ which makes them‌‍‍ even more desirable.​​

“Isn’t​‌​ that right, Sir‍​ Zayar?”

“It​ will be as⁠‌​ you wish, Lord⁠⁠ Josef.”

Josef⁠⁠ decided not to‍​ rush.

Because​‍​ it took time‍‍ to build a cage large enough‍‌ to make the​⁠ wolf feel that​⁠‌ it is free.​

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