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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 158: End and beginning (2)

Chapter 158: End and beginning (2)

As​⁠ night fell, dim⁠⁠ lights appeared in‍⁠​ the alleyways.

Soara’s​​⁠ alleys only light‍ up when the​ sun sets.

However,⁠​ nowadays, everyone stays‌ awake all night,‍ regardless of day​​‌ or night.

“Here’s‌⁠‌ another drink!”

“The⁠​⁠ sausage is spectacular.”⁠​

The‍ loud shouts of⁠‌ the men echoed‍⁠⁠ through the back‌ alleys.

The‌⁠‌ war wasn’t over,‌ but those who‌​ returned to Soara​ were victors, each‍ with a few‍‌ tinkling gold coins​ in their pockets.​‍

“It‌​‌ seems like everyone⁠⁠⁠ made a lot‌⁠​ of money, right?”‌

“Yeah,‍‍⁠ they did.”

It​​ was a bustling⁠​​ time, but Jemina‍‍​ was watching from‌⁠⁠ the fourth floor‌ with Vlad. Among⁠ the noisy crowd‌‍ of drinkers, she​ could see the​​⁠ employees bustling about,⁠​‌ but Gemina, who‍‍ was already exhausted,‍‍ needed at least‍‍⁠ a brief break.‌⁠‌

“Did⁠‌⁠ you make a lot of money​‍​ too?”

“Knights⁠ receive their salary‌‌‌ all at once⁠​ at the end⁠⁠‌ of the year.‌‍​ It’s a performance-based‍ bonus.”

Downstairs​‍‌ in the lobby,‍​‌ several soldiers noticed⁠‍ Vlad leaning against‌ the railing and‌‍‌ began raising their‌‍‌ glasses high.

Vlad’s​‌ presence must have‍‌ played a role‌​⁠ in Rose’s Smile‍⁠‌ being especially crowded‍‌‌ among the many​‌‍ shops in the‍ back alley.

“But⁠⁠ why does your‌​ expression look so⁠ rotten? Has it‌​ been like that‌‌ since you went⁠‍ to church?”

“Where’s⁠ Marcella? I can’t‌ see her.”

Vlad‌ quickly changed the‍‌ subject, avoiding Zemina,​‌⁠ who was watching⁠‍ him closely.

Because⁠​ he knew that‌ lying would never​‍ work in front‌‌ of the girl​⁠ he had spent‍ the most time‌‍​ of his life​​​ with.

“Marcella⁠​‍ doesn’t come to⁠ the shop often​ these days.”

Fortunately,⁠ he managed to‌​ divert Zemina’s attention,‌​ but what came‍‌‌ out of her⁠‍⁠ mouth was another‌ concern.

“Why?⁠ Is she in‌ pain?”

“It’s‌‍ not painful…”

Zemina‍‍⁠ approached Vlad as‍ if to hear​​‌ what he had‌ to say, tiptoed,⁠‌ and placed both‌ arms on the​⁠ railing.

“She⁠‍‌ wants to retire‌⁠⁠ now. She’s old​‍‌ enough to do‌ that.”

“…Oh,​​⁠ yes.”

After⁠‌ hearing Zemina’s concerns,‍⁠ Vlad tilted the⁠ glass he had​ in his hand⁠​‍ and made a bitter expression.

Indeed,⁠‍ you probably aren’t​ old enough to⁠⁠​ retire yet.

Still,‌‍‌ the reason Vlad​ nodded without saying‍ anything was because‌ he fully understood⁠ the hardships she‌ had gone through.​

I don’t know about‌ retirement, but it’s‍ definitely time for‌ a break.

“So,‍‍ what’s going on⁠​⁠ here?”

“…”⁠​

Vlad‌⁠ asked seriously, but​‍​ didn’t receive the⁠​ answer he expected.‍‍

Zemina,​‍‍ who was supposed‌‍ to answer the​⁠ question, simply rested‍‍ her head on‍‌‌ the railing and‌​​ silently looked at​‌ Vlad.

“When​ people ask why,​‍ the answer is…”‍⁠

“What​⁠ about me?”

Crowded‌‍​ shops, noisy drunks.‍⁠

However,​‌ it was only‍​ her softly spoken‌‍⁠ question that reached‌‍​ Vlad’s ears.

“How‍‍​ do I look?⁠‍ Do you think​ I can do‌ it?”

Zemina’s‌ eyes looking at‍‌ Vlad were somehow⁠ serious.

Zemina‌‍‌ was asking a question that omitted​‌ many things, but⁠⁠​ Vlad realized upon​ meeting those slightly​⁠‌ trembling eyes.

Now​‍ is the time​‌‍ to tell her.⁠​

“…You​‍‍ can do it‍‌ then.”

There‌⁠​ was always a red-haired girl next⁠ to the boy⁠‌⁠ standing in the‌⁠⁠ mud and staring‍‍ at the sword⁠⁠ incessantly.

It⁠ was a sword‌‌​ worth 5 gold‌ coins that he​‌‌ could never collect⁠⁠‌ in his life,​ but this was‍​ the girl who‌​ had said she‌⁠‍ would buy him‍​⁠ that sword.

“Compared‌‍ to Marcella, things⁠‍‍ are smaller, but​⁠ it’s enough for⁠⁠‍ you.”

“…Hey,⁠ are you crazy?”‌

Vlad‌​ began to laugh​ as he watched​​ Zemina gearing up⁠⁠⁠ to make a fuss.

As​ expected, it was​‌ nice to see⁠​⁠ Zemina moving instead⁠⁠ of worrying.

Since​ I received it,‌ I have to​‍⁠ return it.

Because​​ I still haven’t‍‍​ paid for the‍​ sword.

From‍​ now on, Vlad‌‌⁠ decided to return⁠‌​ the courage and‍ comfort he received​ from the girl⁠ that day.

***⁠​

Last⁠‌‌ night, Vlad and⁠ Harven arrived at‌​‌ the church with‌‍‍ the children following‍ the waves of‍ the night, and‍ soon they began‌ to move to‍ the bishop’s office‍⁠ where Andreas was,​​⁠ following the guide‍​ of the priest​⁠‌ who came to‌​ receive them.

“Hey.⁠ I cleaned it⁠ so much that‌​ the floor is‍ reflecting my face.”⁠‌​

“Please,‍‍ don’t look around​‌‍ so rudely. Shelter.”‌

Although​ he was actually⁠ telling Harven to‌ shut up, Vlad’s‍ steps as he‍ walked through the​ church were equally‍ tense.

It​ was worth it​​‍ because he had‌⁠ no experience coming‍‍​ here except when​​‌ he came for‌‍ a bloody trial,​ so there was​ no way he⁠‍​ had good memories.​

“Sir‍ Knight. I was‍ waiting.”

“Eh?”‌⁠

As‌​​ he followed the‍​‌ anonymous priest’s guide‌ inside, Vlad was‍‌‍ greeted by the​‍‌ face of a familiar child.

“Ah,‌ yes, Deacon.”

“It’s‍‍ been a while⁠​ since I saw‍‍​ you. Have you​​‍ had any trouble⁠ until now?”

A child who seems⁠ to be about‌‍ the same age⁠⁠ as Charlotte.

The​​‌ boy, who didn’t‌⁠⁠ seem to be⁠‍‌ more than 13‌‌ years old, was‌​​ the young deacon​⁠⁠ who always followed​​‍ Andreas.

“Pleased​​‌ to meet you.​‍ I still recite‌⁠​ the prayer you⁠​‌ taught me every​‌​ morning and every‌‍‌ night.”

“Wow.‍ That prayer is‌ not something to‌‍​ be memorized at‍‍ those times.”

It‌ was the current​ deacon who helped​⁠⁠ Vlad pray for‍ the first time‍‌​ in the church‌⁠‍ of Varna.

Vlad​⁠ couldn’t forget the⁠⁠⁠ first time he‍⁠‌ knelt before God,⁠ but it seemed⁠⁠‌ he had to​‌ memorize several prayers.‌

“But​ it doesn’t matter.​‍‌ If you’re sincere,‌⁠ God will know.”‍

“Thank‍‍​ you for your⁠⁠​ understanding, Deacon.”

The⁠‌​ deacon, who had‌ become a little‌ more mature than‌ when Vlad first‌​​ saw him, suddenly‍ smiled quietly and⁠‍ brushed off Vlad’s‌‌ mistake.

Harven’s​⁠ laughter behind him​‍ was annoying, but⁠ Vlad decided to‍​ bear it, seeing⁠‍⁠ that they had⁠‌ met for the‌‌‌ first time in‍‍​ a long time.​​

“The‌‍ bishop is waiting.”‍⁠

“Oh.‍‌ The bishop.”

As​ soon as he‌‍ heard the word​ bishop, Harven quickly⁠ took off his​ captain’s hat and​ began to adjust​​​ it.

A man from the⁠ alleys meets a bishop from a high-ranking city.

For‌ Harven, it was​ probably as emotional‍⁠ a moment as‍‌‌ when he got‍‍ his first boat.⁠

“How‌‍ is it. There’s‌‌‌ nothing on it.”‍

“…If‌⁠⁠ there was anything‍⁠‍ on it, I would have just‌​ cleaned it.”

Although‌ they had said‌​ that, the two‍ quickly checked each‌ other’s attire and‍‍​ began to head​⁠ to the bishop’s‌ office following the‌‌⁠ deacon’s instructions.

Click-‍

“Bishop.​ Lord Vlad has‌⁠ arrived.”

Vlad​⁠ and Harven looked⁠‌ around at the⁠​ same time as⁠⁠ they finally found​​‍ the bishop’s office.‌‍​

Asking​​‌ for directions in‍⁠ an unfamiliar building⁠ is like a habit for those‌ who live in⁠‍ the alleys.

However,​ the young deacon‌ just laughed, thinking⁠⁠‌ they looked like​​​ nodding parrots.

“Come‍​‌ in! Knight Vlad!”‌

“Let’s​ go in.”

Vlad​ turned the handle‌‍ as he heard​ Andreas welcome him⁠‌​ with all his‍ might.

In‍ the place that⁠​ opened with a creak, Andreas was‍​ waiting, pointing at‌‍‌ Vlad as if​ he were at⁠ the gate of​​ the castle.

“Welcome.‌‍ Have you had‍⁠‍ dinner?”

“I​⁠ already ate, but⁠‍⁠ I can eat‌ again.”

“Haha!​ After all, it’s‍ mealtime.”

Andreas’s​ gaze towards Vlad​⁠ was generous.

That‍ would have to⁠​​ be the case.‍

Until⁠‍​ now, Bishop Andreas‌ had vouched for​‍‌ Vlad, but the​‌ young man who⁠​ had grown up‍⁠‍ now had become​⁠‌ proof supporting Andreas’s⁠ honor.

“Is‍‍‌ he here?”

“This⁠‍⁠ is Refuge. I am conducting a small boat. Bishop.”‌⁠

It⁠⁠ was a somewhat‍‌ awkward greeting, perhaps‌⁠ because he had​⁠​ learned it from⁠‍ Vlad, but Andreas’s‍‍⁠ eyes brightened as‍ he looked at​‌ Harven.

What​ was visible next​‍ to the inert​ leg was clearly‌​ a cane, but‍ the man called‌ Harven referred to‌‍‍ himself as captain.‍

“You⁠‍‌ didn’t yield to⁠‍ the waves of​ difficulties. You’re amazing.”​

“No.⁠ Bishop.”

A smile appeared again‌⁠ on Andreas’s face‍‍ as he saw​ the alley youth​⁠ enjoying the sea⁠ despite his disability.‍‌⁠

As‍​ expected, his choice‌​ to support the‌​ alleys of Soara​ seemed to be‌ correct.

“Well,​⁠​ well. Sit down,​‌ everyone.”

Andreas,‌‍⁠ somewhat unusual for‌‍​ a bishop, personally​‌ led the guests‍ to their seats​‌⁠ and began to⁠‍ prepare tea with⁠⁠​ familiar hands.

The‍ young deacon also‍​‌ seemed to have​‌​ a knack for‌​​ helping him.

“There’s⁠‌⁠ a lot of⁠‍ noise.”

“Because‌‌ the café isn’t‌ built yet. They’re​⁠ using the church‌ building in a hurry.”

As​​ he released the‍​⁠ tension with a sip of tea,‍​ he heard a sound.

The‌​ shrill and talkative‌⁠ voices seemed to⁠‍‌ be children from‍ the alleys who​‌ had come to‌⁠​ the church with⁠ them.

“I’m‌ already interested in​ this cause, so​ I’d like to‍‌ make a small⁠‌ donation…”

“Wow.‌ Wow. That’s fine.⁠⁠‌ Many donations are​ coming in these‌‌​ days.”

Andreas,⁠​⁠ who had guessed​‍ Vlad’s financial situation,​​⁠ raised his hands‍⁠‍ and laughed it‍‌ off.

The‌ children said they⁠​⁠ even received a blanket from Vlad,‌ so they must‍ have already spent‌⁠ the money one⁠ way or another.‍‌​

“It‌‍​ seems like everyone‍‌ wanted to greet‍ since a new‌⁠ bishop arrived. Honestly,‌⁠​ I didn’t want‍​​ to be a bishop or anything⁠‍​ like that because‌‍ I hated this⁠​⁠ kind of thing.”⁠

For‍⁠ some, it was‍‍‌ a valuable purpose,⁠‍​ but for faithful‌​‌ priests, it was‍ simply a bothersome‍​⁠ burden.

Seeing⁠⁠​ Andreas say he⁠ was really annoyed‌‍ by donations sent‍​‍ by influential people⁠ in the city,​ Harven quickly hid‌‍ the bag of‌⁠ gold coins he‍⁠⁠ had brought with‍⁠ him.

“Is⁠‍ there any reason‌‍ you called me‌ separately?”

“…Actually,‌​‌ I missed you​⁠ too.”

Andreas,⁠ who knew Vlad’s​‌ temperament well, left‌​ the teacup with⁠⁠ a subtle expression.‌⁠

The​‍‌ Vlad he had‌‌ seen was a man who preferred‍‌ to speak directly​⁠ rather than beat‍​ around the bush.‍‌

“The⁠‌​ Northern Orthodox Church…⁠ actually began in‌ San Logino. You​ also know that,‌​ right?”

“That’s⁠‌ right.”

The​‌‌ Northern Orthodox Church‍​ was a sect⁠⁠​ that originated in‍​ the northern diocese⁠⁠‍ of San Logino.‍‌

Discrimination⁠ against the North‍⁠ did not limit​ itself to territory,‌ not even between‍‍ the Vatican and​‍ San Logino.

“Although​ we did little‍​‌ in the past,‌‍‌ there was still​ support from the‍​ Vatican. But now.”​⁠‍

“It’s‍‌⁠ all cut off.”‌

Vlad⁠ felt he could‍​ understand a little‌⁠​ why Andreas had‌ called him here.⁠‌

As‌ he said, the‍ issue is not​⁠‌ simply the lack​ of money.

What‌​‍ the current Northern‌‍ Orthodox Church lacks‌‌ most are human‌ resources.

“I‍⁠​ wanted to ask​ you a favor,​​ but surprisingly, it⁠‌‌ was difficult to‌‍‌ find a faithful‍⁠ person among the⁠‍​ knights. Right now,⁠‌​ there’s no one‍ like you here​ in Soara.”

Andreas‍ pointed to Vlad’s‌​⁠ chest as he​​‌ said he was‌⁠‍ faithful.

There​ was an inscription‍​⁠ engraved on it⁠‍‌ that said: “The​‍ knight who protected​ the breath of‍‍‌ the children”, recognized‌‌ by San Logino.⁠​

“I​‍ also received permission​ from Lord Joseph.​‍⁠ Do you mind‌​‍ if I ask‌ for your help⁠⁠ for a while?”⁠

“Take⁠‌‍ everything you can‍ and spend it.‍‌ Vlad of Soara⁠‍‍ came from the‍ bishop.”

Andreas‍‌ was a renowned‌ priest, but due‍ to the nature‍​⁠ of his skills,⁠‍​ he had no‍ ties to people‍ in special positions‌ like Inquisitors or‌​⁠ Holy Knights.

In⁠‌ other words, there‌ was no choice‌⁠ but to seek‌​‌ cooperation from Bayezid⁠‍⁠ in using force.​‌

“I‌⁠‍ thought you would‍ say that.”

When‍‍‍ Andreas laughed as‌‍‍ if he liked​‍‍ Vlad’s cold response,‌ Harven, who knew⁠ nothing, also started⁠ laughing with him.⁠‌‌

His​ desperate efforts to‍‍ keep up with‌ the atmosphere were‍⁠ tenacious.

“So‌ what exactly ?”‍

“First‌‌‌ of all, I also have to‌​ ask a favor​‍‌ from Soara.”

Andreas‌ looked directly at​‌‍ his young deacon,‌ as if he‍ had already decided​​‍ where they would‌ use Vlad.

“I⁠⁠‌ wanted you to​ help that guy.”‍‌

“Deacon?”‌⁠‍

Upon⁠ hearing Andreas’s completely⁠‌​ unexpected words, Vlad⁠ looked at the‌​ young deacon who​​ was slowly putting‍ away the tea​⁠‌ utensils.

“Now‍ is the time​ for him to​⁠⁠ go from being​‌ a deacon to⁠​⁠ becoming an official⁠‍‍ priest. He has⁠‌ to take a test for that.”‌⁠‍

Andreas​ appreciated his young​⁠​ deacon because they‍‍ had been together‍‌ for a long​​‍ time.

They​ were taken in‍ and raised from‌‌​ a very young‍ age, so they‍ were practically like⁠ sons.

“Is⁠ this a test‌‌​ I can help⁠ you with?”

“I‍⁠ suppose so. This‌​‍ is not a test where you‌ sit down and‍ scribble on paper.”‌⁠

The‌​ term “test” in​⁠ the church also​‌ meant trials.

Just‌‌​ as Andreas worked‌⁠‍ hard all his​ life to exterminate⁠​​ monsters, true priests​ would go out​ in search of‍⁠ their own trials‌ to preach God’s‌⁠ will.

“I​‌ plan to send​ this boy to​ Baron Utman. Although⁠‌ the Vatican has‍‍ eliminated evil beings​‌ there, there may​​ still be darkness.”‌⁠

“…Baron‍ Utman.”

Baron‌​⁠ Utman and a strange being.

After‌⁠ hearing Andreas’s story,⁠​ Vlad silently set‍‍ down his teacup​‍ and looked at⁠​‍ the young deacon.​

“Now‍ that I think⁠⁠‌ about it, he⁠‍⁠ was a talented⁠‍‌ person.”

“Yes.‍‍ Didn’t you hear⁠ it then?”

As​ Andreas said, Vlad‌‌‍ definitely heard it.‌‌⁠

The‌​‌ hymn of the⁠​ young deacon that‍‌⁠ echoed in the‍​ fog that was⁠‌ not visible at⁠ all.

If‍ it weren’t for‌‍ the song that‍​⁠ said “Rest your​ throat,” Joseph probably‌⁠ would have been‍​​ killed by the​ woman shedding black‍ tears.

If‌​‌ it weren’t for‍​ the song asking​​ for his voice‌⁠ to become hoarse,⁠ Joseph probably would‌​‌ have been killed‌‌⁠ by the woman​⁠‍ shedding black tears.​‍

“Haha.⁠⁠ Relax your expression‍‍ a bit. I’m⁠ not asking you​‍⁠ to leave right‌ away, and besides,​‍ this place is​ not as dangerous‌​ as it used​ to be.”

“Yes?”⁠⁠‍

At‌⁠​ Andreas’s subtle suggestion,​⁠‌ Vlad quickly turned⁠ to the mirror​ he had beside‌⁠ him.

With⁠ furrowed brows and‌⁠​ a stern, rigid‌ expression.

The​‌ expression he had⁠ directed towards the⁠ young deacon until⁠ a moment ago​ was clearly similar⁠ to the expression‌ he had seen⁠ in the portrait‌ of the priestess.⁠

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