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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 164: A place to come back to (1)

Chapter 164: A place to come back to (1)

The⁠‌ morning was filled​​ only with the​‌ singing of birds.​‌

The‍‍ employees were busy⁠​ moving around the‌‍⁠ inn, which had‍ fallen silent perhaps‌ because the regular​ customers had been‍​​ expelled.

“Smells‍‍ good. Marcella.”

“Are​​‍ you awake already?”⁠

With​ natural steps, Vlad​ sat at the‍ small bar that‍ only employees could‌‍⁠ use.

It⁠ used to be‌⁠⁠ used by Jorge‍​ and other gang⁠ members, and now‍⁠ it was mainly‌ used by Vlad‌ and Harven, and‌‌‍ the fragrant smell​ of soup filled‌ the air.

“What​​⁠ about Harven?”

“He​ left early in‍‍ the morning. I suppose he’s guiding​‌ the dwarves.”

“Really?”‍​

Harven⁠ seemed ready for‌​‍ a ride on⁠‍ the dwarves’ boat.​

Even‍ if it wasn’t‍‍⁠ for that purpose,‌‌‍ making friends with‌‌ the dwarves wasn’t⁠ a bad thing‌ at all, so‌‌‌ Vlad decided to‌ do so and⁠​⁠ picked up the‍ plate of soup‌ in front of​⁠​ him.

“I’m‍​‌ going to eat⁠‍ well. Marcella.”

“But‍⁠‍ wasn’t this made​⁠ by Zemina?”

“…”⁠

Vlad‌‌​ simply raised his⁠​ spoon silently as​ he looked at‌ Marcella, who smiled‍‍⁠ mischievously at him.⁠‍​

A busy red-haired girl​‌​ moving around in​ a small bar.​‍

Vlad‌​‍ barely had an​‌‌ appetite as he‌⁠ watched Zemina, who‍​‍ turned away as⁠‍ if avoiding eye‌​ contact with him.‍​‌

“How‌‌‌ long are you‍⁠⁠ going to be⁠​⁠ upset? After all,‌ I didn’t even​ give it.”

“…What?”‍‍

Zemina’s‍​‍ lips, which seemed​‍ to be pouting,‌‌​ could barely articulate​⁠ a response, as‍‍‍ if she couldn’t‍‍‍ say no.

“The‍⁠ dwarves said directly‌ that they would​ do it in‌‍ the old man’s​‍⁠ smithy. I even‌ tried to divert⁠ their attention to​‍⁠ another smithy.”

“…”​

I know it’s something‌‌⁠ that can’t be⁠​ helped, but that‌‍‌ doesn’t mean it’s‍‍​ not annoying.

Although⁠ she had many⁠‍⁠ memories with Vlad⁠ since childhood, the‍ memory she cherished​‍ most was related‌ to the old⁠ sword.

Vlad‌ wasn’t the only⁠‌ one who took‍‍ pride in his​‍ sword.

“It’s‍‌ good that the‌⁠⁠ dwarves are using​‍ it in the⁠​‍ first place. Just​​​ like Rose’s smile‍ is drawing attention‍ now…”

“Oh,​⁠ I don’t know.​‍‍ I suppose I’ll⁠‌‌ go with Noir,‍⁠ who is obedient.”​‍​

If‍⁠⁠ it’s going to​ be thrown away⁠⁠‍ anyway, it would​​ be good if​‍​ anyone could use⁠​​ it.

Moreover,‍‍ since it was⁠⁠​ being used by‍‍ dwarves called craftsmen,‍⁠​ it could be​ said to be‌ an honor, but​⁠‌ Zemina’s internal feelings‌‌ were still complicated.⁠

“Why‌‌ is that?”

Vlad‍ was frowning as‍‍ he watched Zemina‌‍​ run downstairs as‌ if to avoid‍⁠ him, but the‍⁠ one who actually⁠⁠ felt queasy was⁠‌ probably Marcella, who⁠‍ was watching them.⁠

“In⁠ the past, we​‌ would have put​‌ both of you​‍ in a room.”​‍

“Yes?”​‌‍

“It’s​​‌ nothing. The soup‍​ is getting cold.‍ Hurry up and⁠⁠‍ eat.”

Marcella‍⁠ simply smiled, regretting‌​ having to come⁠⁠ and go over​ something that would‍‌​ have been resolved‌ in the past‍‌⁠ with a single​ blow.

“Anyway,​‌ where are you‌‌‍ going today? It⁠​‌ seems like you,⁠‌ Vlad, are the‌‌ busiest in Soara⁠‌ these days.”

“I‍‌‌ plan to stop‌‍⁠ by the smithy⁠ first and then​‌ go to the‍ church. I have‌​ a favor to⁠​ ask Bishop Andreas.”‍

“You’re‍​ exchanging favors with⁠‍ the bishop? You’ve​​⁠ grown a lot,‍​ Vlad.”

Marcella​‍‌ gently stroked Vlad’s‍ head as he‍⁠⁠ ate soup.

It’s‌‌ inevitable that we‍⁠⁠ both feel sorry⁠ for each other.⁠⁠‍

As⁠⁠​ you can see⁠​ now, Vlad had⁠​ a lot of⁠​ work to focus​‌ on, and Zemina‌ must have endured​⁠ a lot while​ watching Vlad in‌ that way.

“But⁠‌​ how much did​‌ you pay?”

“What?”​‌

“It’s‌‍ a donation. I gave it to‍‌​ the convent.”

Marcella’s⁠‌‍ eyes widened in‌​ surprise as she‍⁠ looked at Vlad’s​ hand, expecting another​⁠‍ bowl.

“I‌ heard that the‍‌ convent didn’t even‌ open the door⁠ at that time.”‌‌‍

“…”‍‍

Vlad‍‍⁠ always had a light breakfast, but⁠⁠ today he extended⁠⁠‍ his plate as⁠​‌ if he had‍ a lot of​‍‍ work to do.‌​​

“I⁠​ later found out⁠‌ that the children⁠ there were only‌ fed one meal‌​ a day.”

“…Yes.⁠ They said it‌​‌ was like that.”‌⁠

Just⁠​⁠ as Zemina has⁠‌ unforgettable memories, Vlad‌ also has unforgettable‍‌⁠ memories.

The​​‌ day I went‌⁠ to the convent‍ for the first⁠⁠ time, the red-haired​ girl I met‍ with a swollen‍‌ heart was so⁠‌‌ thin that it‍⁠ made me angry.‍‌​

“So,‌‍ are you going‍‍ to the convent⁠ today?”

“That⁠‍ stupid girl doesn’t‌‌‍ know anything.”

After⁠ making a fuss⁠ with Marcella for‌ no reason, Vlad⁠‌ looked at the‍‍ soup-filled plate again​‌ and picked up‌⁠ the spoon.

Even⁠‍ from Vlad’s point‍ of view, it​ was unfair because‌ he thought of‍ her that way‍​ and all he‍⁠‍ got in return⁠ was sulking.

“Well.‌​‍ Do well today.”​

They⁠ were a little‌⁠​ out of sync,​​⁠ but in the‍​​ end, Marcella stopped‌⁠‌ laughing when she⁠⁠ saw them facing​​‌ each other.

As‌ expected, it was‍‍‍ good to have⁠‍ left my work.‍

This​‍​ kind of scene‌‌‍ would have been​‌‍ something that couldn’t​ be seen in⁠‌ Rose’s dirty smile.⁠

Watching​‍‍ Vlad eat soup​⁠‌ for a while,‍‍‌ Marcella smoothed his⁠ hair again as​‍​ if he had​‍​ done well.

***​‍

The⁠⁠ shadows under his‍⁠ eyes sank as⁠​ deeply as the‌​ height of the‌‍ stacked documents.

The‍‌‌ elder watching Joseph⁠ didn’t hide his‌‍ concerned gaze.

It⁠⁠ hadn’t been long​ since he heard​‌ the news of‌ his collapse, but⁠ with this killer⁠​ workload, it was⁠‌‌ inevitable to worry.​⁠

“You‌ seem quite busy⁠ lately.”

Joseph‍​ smiled, as if⁠‍​ trying to put​⁠‌ up a front‍‍ in front of​‌ the elder, but‍⁠ in reality, it‌​ only highlighted the​ depth of the‍‍‍ shadows under his⁠​‍ eyes.

Despite⁠ how mature Joseph⁠ might be, he​‌‍ still seemed vulnerable⁠ like a child​ in the elder’s‌‌⁠ eyes.

“No‌ matter how busy⁠ you are, you‍ must take care‍‌ of your health,‍‍⁠ young master.”

“Even‌‍ so, meeting Lord‍ Ramund after so⁠ long makes me​ feel renewed.”

A person who can‌​‌ refer to Joseph,⁠ descendant of the⁠​⁠ noble Bayezid and‌​​ mayor of Soara,‌‍‌ with the word⁠ master.

Ramund,⁠​⁠ a retired knight‌ of Bayezid, saw‍ Joseph with his​⁠⁠ thin cheeks and​ looked at Jager‌‍‍ resentfully.

“Anyway,⁠‍‌ what brings you‌ here? Is there​‍ something urgent?”

“I‍ didn’t come here‌⁠⁠ because there was⁠‍ anything particularly urgent⁠⁠⁠ about me.”

Ramund,​‍ who had truly⁠‍ achieved a perfect‌‍‍ retirement, as he‌⁠ had fulfilled even‌‍​ the duties of‌‍ the lowest man,⁠​ had returned to⁠⁠‍ his mansion near​ Varna and devoted⁠ himself to his‍‌ hobbies.

Ramund,⁠‍‌ living the retired⁠‌ life every knight​​‍ dreamed of, was,‍‍ as Joseph put​‌⁠ it, a man‍ who wouldn’t bother⁠‍​ coming to Soara‍ unless there was‍ something special to​‍ do.

“Are⁠⁠ you here for‍‌‍ Vlad?”

“Of‍ course. Indeed, there​ is a reason‍‍ I came to​ see him.”

Ramund,​⁠ upon hearing Vlad’s⁠⁠ name, began to‍ smile happily.

For‍​ Ramund, the nearest⁠‍‌ city was Varna,‌​ but the city‍⁠ he received was‍‍​ Soara, and it‍​ was an undeniable‍ fact that one‌ of the reasons​‌ was Vlad.

“I‍ plan to check​ on him while⁠ I’m here, but​ I didn’t come‍⁠⁠ because of him.”⁠⁠

However,​ Vlad was not​‌‍ the only reason‌ Ramund came to‌⁠ Soara.

“Would‌​ you like to​‌ see this?”

Ramund‌⁠‌ left a paper​‌‍ with those words.⁠

The‌‌​ paper was dirty⁠⁠ here and there,‌ as if it‌ had rolled on‌⁠‌ the floor, but‍‍‌ the letters written​ on it were‌‍‍ preserved and clearly​‌‌ identifiable.

“…It’s‌⁠ the emblem of​ the Vatican.”

“Yes.”⁠‌

However,⁠‌ Joseph’s eyes caught‍ the pattern stamped​‌ underneath instead of‍ the words written‌ on the paper.‍

The​ emblem of the‍⁠ church is similar‌ to that of‌⁠ the Northern Orthodox‍‌⁠ Church, but it​⁠ has a completely​‍ different shape.

Traces‍ of the Holy​ See that the​‌ Northern Alliance had⁠ expelled were now‍ before Joseph’s eyes.⁠

“It⁠⁠​ is said that‌‌ nowadays this kind​​‍ of newspaper is‌‌‌ spreading from villages​ and small communities.‍ Of course, it⁠​ didn’t matter because​‌‍ the employees of⁠‍‍ our mansion were‍​‍ illiterate…”

The‍​‍ traces of the‍‍ Holy See extended‌ from the outskirts,⁠‌⁠ skillfully avoiding the‍‌ gaze of those‌‍​ in power.

It‌‍⁠ wouldn’t have had‍‍ much effect among⁠ common and illiterate‍‍‌ farmers, but if‍‍‌ someone had recognized‌ it, the rumor⁠⁠‍ that started in‍ writing would spread‌ everywhere by word‍​⁠ of mouth.

The​​⁠ pattern engraved at‍‍‌ the bottom of‌ the paper was​‌‌ one even those​⁠⁠ illiterates could recognize.‍​

“…People​​ of the North,​⁠ listen. God was⁠ angry at the‍ rise of false‌‌‍ paganism.”

Joseph⁠⁠‍ read aloud the⁠ paper Ramund brought.‌

However,⁠ it might not⁠ be Joseph’s fault‌‌ that he stuttered​‍‌ and couldn’t read‍‌ it all at⁠​⁠ once.

The‍‍‍ handwriting, which is‍‍‌ embarrassing even to⁠⁠ call bad, was‌⁠‍ so messy that⁠ it would be‌ better to say‌ it was drawn‍ rather than written.‌

It’s‍‌ as if it⁠⁠‍ was written by‍‌ someone who doesn’t⁠​ know how to‌ write.

“Faith⁠‍ in false idols⁠‍‌ is an act​‍‌ that greatly dishonors‌ the One. We​⁠​ already see in​ our eyes that‌⁠⁠ evil is coming‍ upon you…”

However,‍ the content it⁠​‍ contained was safe.‌

It​ was superficial wording,⁠‌ but the intent​‌⁠ was clearly visible.‌‌

Anyone​‍ could see that​⁠⁠ it was a piece of paper​‍​ with the intent‌‍ to incite, but​​ Joseph couldn’t help⁠‌ but feel strangely‌‌ uncomfortable with this‍​⁠ piece of paper.​‌

“…A⁠ plague will come.‍ Before the year‌ ends.”

The​‌⁠ beginning was a warning, but the‍​ end was a curse.

A deep silence began‌‌‍ to fill the‍ office at the⁠⁠ last sentence, saying‍ woe to those​‍ who follow false‍‍ words.

“…It’s‍​ quite specific. The‍ time and events‍ were specified precisely.”‍

“That’s‌⁠ right. ‘There’s something​​ strange about this‍‍ was created just⁠‍ to scare people.”‍⁠

If​ it were simply‍‌ used to scare⁠​‍ people, it would‌ have been more​​ correct to express​ it in a general way.

However,​‍ the problem is⁠‌ that the text‌​ of the document⁠ is too specific‍‌ to match the⁠‍​ intent.

“…If⁠​‍ these words stray,⁠‌⁠ it will have​‍ the opposite effect.”⁠

Joseph‌​⁠ silently looked at​‌⁠ the crumpled paper.‌‌​

Roughly​ written but safe‌‌⁠ text.

This‍ kind of agitation‍​ was worse than​ doing nothing, but‍‌ Joseph knew well⁠ that the Vatican​‍‍ was not an‌ easy place.

Those‌​ words, which seemed‍​ closer to prophecy,​‌ still weighed in​ a corner of​​​ Joseph’s heart.

***‌

A street in an​ alley where you⁠‍ can now even⁠‌ feel the cold​‌⁠ energy.

This‌‌⁠ street is not‍⁠‍ as noisy as‌⁠‍ Rose’s Smile, nor⁠ is it crowded,⁠​‍ but there are‍‌ only a few‌ old, dilapidated buildings.‍‍

However,‌‌​ warmth began to‌‌‍ spread slowly, as‌⁠⁠ if a bonfire​‍⁠ had been lit‌ at the end​‌ of the cold‌⁠‌ street.

The‌ warmth emanated from​‌ an ancient blacksmith​​ shop that had​⁠ long been closed.​‍

Kawaang!⁠​‌ Clang!

The‌‍ rhythm was different,‌‍ but the sound​‍ was similar.

The‍ sound of hammers​‌⁠ coming from the‌‌⁠ blacksmith shop, along‍ with the warm⁠‍⁠ orange light, began​‌ to travel through‍​‍ the dark alleys‌‍ as before.

“…I⁠‍ don’t understand.”

Sigurd,​‌ who had stopped‍ hammering for a while, looked at‍​ an iron ingot⁠‌ that still radiated⁠⁠ heat and ended⁠ up scratching his‌‍ head.

“Is​​ this what’s going‌⁠ to happen here?”​

The⁠ dwarves around him​‍ shook their heads‍‍ at the same‍‍ time he murmured⁠ to himself.

The‍⁠‌ reason the dwarves‌​ were puzzled was‍ because it could⁠ be said that‌⁠‌ the iron ingot,⁠ which softly reflected​ the surrounding light,⁠‍‌ was of high‍‌⁠ quality.

Even‌‍ if you looked‍‍‌ at it through​‍ the eyes of⁠​ dwarves, who are‍ blacksmiths from birth.⁠⁠

“No⁠ matter how I look at it,​ this is unacceptable.”​​

“We⁠ should never take‍‌ this.”

“With‍ the equipment here,‍‍ you can probably‍⁠ only repair a kitchen knife at‍‌ most.”

Sigurd‍‍​ and the dwarves,​‌ who had been​‌ thinking for a while, simultaneously looked‌ at the old​ blast furnace inside​​‌ the blacksmith shop.‍

—-?⁠

A young lizard embarrassed⁠ when so many‍ eyes are looking⁠‌ at him.

However,‍ contrary to his‌‌ innocent expression, this‍ guy was now‍​ swimming in molten​​ iron, glowing red‌⁠ hot.

With‍‌‍ an expression that‌ says this is​⁠‍ enough to warm‍ you up.

“I​ heard there was⁠ something called brasa,‌ but this is⁠ the first time⁠‌‍ I’ve seen it.”‌

“None​ of these will‍‍ be the first.​​ Captain.”

“That’s‌​ right, I’ve only‍ heard stories.”

Because⁠ it collapsed so‍ miserably, the dwarves’​⁠‍ small tradition remains,⁠‍ as Sigurd said,‌‌‌ and only remains‍⁠ as a story.​‌⁠

Even‌​ at this very​‍⁠ moment, the potential‌ of the dwarves⁠ was slowly fading‍ as the pride⁠‌ they had to‍‌ cherish and the⁠​ pride they had⁠ to protect were‍​ fading away.

“…I‌‌‍ have to take⁠‌​ it somehow.”

But‌⁠ now that everything​​ has collapsed, there‌‍ is a brasa‌‍​ swimming in front‍ of Sigurd and‍‌ his group that​ supposedly heated the⁠‍‍ glorious blast furnace⁠ in the past.⁠

A young spirit who⁠ came here riding‌⁠ on the sword‍​ of a knight‌‍⁠ named Vlad.

The‍‌‌ two worlds that​‍⁠ we had just‌‌ met and that⁠​ had met for⁠‌ the first time‍​​ in so long‌ had been looking‍‍‍ at each other‍⁠‌ for a long‍ time.

“Uh​​‌ huh?”

“No,‌⁠ not that!”

But‍‍‌ maybe it’s been‌‌ a long time‌‌‌ since we last⁠⁠ saw each other.​

Because⁠ they had forgotten‌⁠‍ how to communicate⁠ between them, the⁠⁠ young lizard looked‍ at the anxious​‍ looks in the‌‌‌ eyes of the‌‍⁠ dwarves and made‌⁠‌ a guess.

Do​‌⁠ you think we​‌‍ need this again?​

“No!⁠‍ Don’t spit now!”⁠

Ughhh-‍‌⁠

Sigurd,‍‌‍ guessing what was‌ going on, quickly‌ pulled his hand​‌‍ away, but the⁠​ young lizard was​‌ too excited.

A world that expands⁠⁠ across borders.

For⁠‌ the young brasas,‍⁠ the world of​ the dwarves was⁠ like a perfect​‌ fit piece.

“Bring‌ sand, not water!‌ Sand!”

“It’s‍‍ all here! No!”‌

“Argh!‌​ Stop spitting!”

The‌⁠ cries of the‍‍ dwarves erupted along‌​ with the high-purity‍​ molten iron.

Vlad,‍​​ who had just‌ arrived, made a surprised noise when​‍ he saw the⁠ dwarves running out‍ the door because⁠‍ they couldn’t bear‍‌ the intense heat.⁠‌​

“Eh?”‍

That⁠ was the scene​‍‍ Vlad saw as⁠‌​ he passed by‌⁠ the blacksmith shop‍ to pick up⁠‌ the armor he​‌⁠ had brought in‍⁠ for repairs.

A young lizard breathing‌⁠ fire with excitement‌‍ and an old​‌ blacksmith shop ablaze.‌

And⁠‌ the dwarves shouting.​⁠⁠

However,‌⁠ even in the‍ blacksmith shop where‌‍ the heat grew‍​‍ beyond heat, the⁠‌‍ young lizard wagged‍ his tail as​ if he were​ happy to see‌‍ Vlad.

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