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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 182: Golden knight (2)

Chapter 182: Golden knight (2)

Aureo.‌‌

It‌‌ is said that‌⁠‌ the surname, which​ perfectly matches the‍​‌ color of Vlad’s​‍ hair, was conceived‍​‍ by the Pope‍‌⁠ himself while contemplating‌ the golden tree‌‍​ perched atop the‌ ruins.

“It‌‌​ will be a very precious castle,‌​‍ one that I hope will remain​‌ in the North​ for a long‌⁠⁠ time. Even if‍‍ you look at‌​​ the empire’s history,‌​​ there are only‌‌‍ a few castles‍⁠ directly bestowed by‍​‌ the Pope.”

“I⁠ am honored as‌‌ well.”

Vlad‍​⁠ quietly observed Timur,‍‌ who was pouring⁠⁠‍ alcohol into his‍‍ teacup.

Though‌‍‍ his hair had​ turned white with‍⁠ age, the muscles‌⁠ around his neck‍⁠ still bulged. His‍⁠​ stature, about a head taller than⁠​​ Vlad, intimidated those‍​‌ who saw him.‌

If‍⁠ Peter Bayezid had‍ the aura of‌‌ a precisely forged​‍‌ sword, Timur the‍‌ Iron Lord had​‍ the aura of​‌ a solid axe⁠ capable of breaking‍‌ anything.

“Well,‌‍ even if that’s​‍‌ the case, the‍‌ imperial family won’t​ recognize it.”

Timur,⁠‍​ who had put‍ down his cup‍⁠​ of alcohol, made​‌​ eye contact with‍⁠ Vlad and began‍​ to smile.

“It‌​ may be a precious honor for⁠⁠ you, but in‍‍‌ the end, it’s‍​‌ only peripheral.”

“…Is‍ that so.”

Vlad‍​​ understood some of​ what Timur was‌ trying to say.⁠‍

Since⁠​‌ it wasn’t granted⁠​ directly by the‍ emperor, it wouldn’t⁠ be included in‌ the imperial record,‌‌‌ and since it‍‍ was granted by⁠‍⁠ the Antipope, it⁠ wouldn’t be recognized‌​‍ by the Vatican.​‍‌

“But⁠​ at least here‍‍ in the North,⁠ it will be‌​‌ a noble name.”‍⁠

Even‌​⁠ so, the value​ of the name⁠​​ Aureo would not‍⁠ diminish here in‌‍ the North.

“Drink.”⁠

Timur‍ pushed the alcohol-filled‌​‍ teacup with his‌​‌ fingertip towards Vlad,​​ who was still‌ lost in thought.‍

A cup personally served​ by the noble​ duke, one of​​ only four in‌‌​ the empire.

The​‌ young noble sitting‍ at the end​‌ of his cup‌‍ still didn’t know​ what this action‍ signified.

“Come‍​ to the Northern‍‌‌ meeting that will​⁠‌ be held this​ time. Although it⁠‌ won’t be a place on the​ same level as‌ the lords, at⁠⁠​ least a seat⁠ will be prepared‌‍‍ for you.”

“…Thank‍⁠⁠ you for the​ consideration.”

A man born in‍⁠‍ the North, raised​ by Bayezid, and‌ recognized as valuable​⁠ by the Orthodox‍ Church. Vlad.

Timur,​‌​ who said he​⁠‍ would support him⁠ through the cup‌ he handed over,‍‍ was looking at⁠‍ the small flag⁠‌‍ of Vlad hanging⁠​ behind the black​‍​ horse.

‘You‌ have gathered well.’‍‍‍

A small flag fluttering⁠⁠ in the wind.​​

The‌‍ flag, which bore⁠‌ the emblems of‌ various families according⁠ to ancient traditions,​⁠‍ still seemed to​ have room to⁠‌ engrave at least⁠ one more phrase.‌

***‌⁠⁠

“Mmm.”⁠‌‌

Vlad‌ stepped out of⁠ Timur’s tent and‍ noticed a man‌ approaching him hesitantly.‍‍

“Maxim!​‍‌ Were you here?”​

“Hehe,​‍⁠ yes, by chance.”‍‌

A man with a long scar on‍ his shaved head.‍

The⁠ man, now laughing⁠‍ sheepishly, was Maxim,‍ the knight who‍ had protected the​ Rose’s Smile from​ the Vatican soldiers.⁠⁠​

“By‌‍ the way, I no longer dare‌⁠ to call you​⁠‍ my apprentice. Should‍‌ I call you‍‍​ Lord Vlad?”

“Just​⁠ call me Vlad.‌ I don’t have⁠⁠⁠ much to boast⁠‍ about.”

Though​‌ he was a noble given a castle, the current⁠ Vlad didn’t even‍ have a mansion,‌​​ let alone a fief.

All⁠ the money he‌‌ had saved was‍ used to buy​‌ a ship for​‌ Harven, and the‍ only place he​⁠​ invested in was​​⁠ the Rose’s Smile⁠​⁠ in Soara.

However,⁠ being qualified to‌ hold something, even‍‍ with empty hands,‍ is probably the​ greatest honor and‍‌ reward a knight‌ can have.

“Still,​ you’re a noble‍‍ by name, so‍‌ can I call​‍⁠ you by your‍⁠​ name carelessly?”

“Call‍ me whatever you‌‍ like, then.”

As‍ Maxim, sensing the⁠ relaxed atmosphere, laughed⁠​ heartily, the knights​‍ of Bayezid began‍⁠ to gather around‍ him.

“Ah,⁠‍​ my noble lord.‍ I knew you⁠‍ ran well since‌‌‍ the time of​‌ the Death Worm.”​‌‌

“Even‍ if things go⁠​​ well for you​‍⁠ in the future,‍⁠‍ you must remember⁠⁠ me. I taught⁠‍‌ you the secret⁠ technique to defeat‍‌​ that damn Stephen,⁠‍ didn’t I?”

“Wouldn’t‌⁠‍ it be fairer⁠⁠‍ to also remember‍ the times I was beaten while‍ you taught me⁠ that?”

Vlad⁠​ laughed as he‍​⁠ saw the veteran‌⁠‍ knights rubbing their‌ hands exaggeratedly.

It​⁠ was one of⁠⁠ the few smiles‍‌ Vlad showed since​⁠ Justia’s death had⁠‌⁠ plunged him into‌‍⁠ sadness.

“I​‍ was born in‍‍ Soara from the‌⁠​ beginning! I am‌​‍ of pure Bayezid⁠ blood!”

“Unlike‍⁠ other families that‍‌ recruit promising youngsters‌ from outside, we⁠​⁠ raise them from​‍ within.”

However,‌‌​ contrary to Vlad’s​​‍ intentions, the voices‌‍‍ grew louder.

Although‍ the actions of‌⁠ the shouting knights‍​​ were fierce, they‌​ were not thoughtless.‍​​

The‍⁠​ Bayezid family had⁠‍⁠ been criticized for‌ not changing generations,‌⁠ so there would​⁠ be few opportunities‌‍ to showcase Bayezid’s‌‌ vitality as now,​ with so many​ knights from the​ seven families gathered.‌⁠​

[Don’t​ waste time here,‌⁠ go quickly and‍ catch that guy​ first. There’s an⁠‍ old saying that⁠‌‍ a useful cat​⁠ is very valuable.]⁠⁠

‘I​‌ understand.’

Vlad,⁠ who had tried‍‌​ to ignore his‌‍ elders, began to⁠ be busier.

As⁠⁠​ the knights still⁠ spoke, Vlad, who‌‌​ had become the​ pride of Bayezid,⁠ had many things​ to prepare for.‌​‍

***⁠‍‌

It‌⁠ was difficult to⁠‍ find something worthy​‍ of entertainment in‌⁠ the ruined city.​

So⁠ now, all that⁠​ was in front‍ of Vlad and⁠​​ Nibelun was a glass of water‌ in a slightly‍​‍ cracked wooden cup.⁠⁠⁠

But​ that alone was⁠ enough to start​​​ a conversation between​ the two.

“Are‍‌ you already leaving?”⁠

“Yes,‌‌⁠ because I’ve finished‌ my work.”

Vlad⁠ looked at Nibelun’s‌‍‍ backpack placed in‌‍ a corner of‍‍‌ the room and​ clicked his tongue‍⁠⁠ in disappointment.

He​ really wanted to​​ keep him, but⁠​ as a wanderer,‍‍ Nibelun’s actions seemed‌ unrestrained.

“Where‌‍‌ are you going?”⁠

“I‍‍‌ don’t have any‌‍‍ specific place to‌⁠ go, but aren’t‌‍ there many places⁠ one can reach?”​‌

When‌‍​ Nibelun said there‌‍⁠ was no other‍ place to go,‍ Vlad nodded silently.⁠‌

Beastmen​⁠ mages who wander‌ their entire lives‍ chasing mysteries.

Vlad,‌‌⁠ who had already⁠⁠‍ heard about their⁠ harsh life through‍ Kihano, set down‍‍⁠ the glass of⁠ water he was⁠​⁠ holding and said:‌‍⁠

“Are​⁠‍ you searching for‌‍​ a mystery? Something​‌⁠ strange and incomprehensible.”‍​

“That’s‍⁠ right. The interpretation⁠⁠‌ of mysteries is‍‌​ not only for⁠ my personal improvement‌⁠⁠ but also for⁠​⁠ the aspiration of‌​‌ my entire race.”⁠‌⁠

“…Is​‍ that so?”

Vlad’s‍⁠ eyes lit up‌‌‍ after hearing Nibelun’s​​ response.

Joseph⁠ said:

The‍‍​ most important thing​⁠ in a negotiation‌ is to know​⁠⁠ what the other‌⁠ party wants.

“Then​⁠‍ how about something⁠‍ like this? A ship without sails⁠⁠ or something like​ that.”

“Yes?”‌‍

And‌‍‌ now Vlad knew⁠⁠⁠ very well what⁠ Nibelun wanted.

“No‍​‌ sails, but it‌​ moves. They say⁠ if you boil‌‌ the water, it‍‍ moves on its⁠‍​ own.”

Cats‍‍‌ are naturally curious​‍ animals.

If⁠ you add the‌​ word mage, there’s⁠‌ no need to‌⁠⁠ explain further.

Nibelun⁠​ began to prick​ up his ears‍ as if he‍⁠ was interested in​⁠⁠ Vlad’s hand gestures​​​ describing the ship’s⁠‌‌ wheels.

“I‌ think I’ll be‍‌ invited to the⁠‍ island of the‌ dwarves soon. Did‌​ you know that‍‍‍ the place where⁠ the dwarves gather⁠ is still unknown?‌⁠ It’s the island⁠​‍ that Gaidar couldn’t​​ find despite his​ desperate search.”

“Oh‍ oh.”

Vlad,‍ who was about‍ to propose a contract to Nibelun,⁠⁠‍ tried to recall‍​‌ the memories of​‌ that time as‍​ much as possible.⁠⁠

Joseph,​ who knew what‍⁠ he wanted and⁠​ shook me while⁠‍‌ keeping the secret‍​ I was trying‌‍ to hide.

Although​‌‌ he couldn’t grasp‍‍ the weight Joseph​ had, the streetwise⁠‍ ways in which​‍‍ he was born‌ and raised began‍ to spill from​‌‌ Vlad’s mouth.

“I⁠‍ wasn’t going to‌​‌ say this, but‍‍​ I actually know⁠​‌ some elves. I even exchange letters‍⁠‌ with the elders‌ there.”

“Oooh.”‍‍

An‍‍‌ island of dwarves⁠ whose location is​⁠ still unknown and‌‍ the existence of‍‍‌ a ship he‌ had never heard⁠ of before.

And⁠​​ even the mysterious​​‌ elf forest that‌ rejects all visitors.​

For​​ Nibelun, who found⁠​ it difficult to⁠ even enter human​​ cities, it was‌‍ like a place‍⁠ that could only‍ be seen in‌‍ dreams.

“If‍‍‌ I introduce you,​⁠ we can enter‍‌‌ together. Are you​​‍ looking for a mystery? Isn’t that⁠ place full of⁠​ mystery?”

“Yes.​ It is.”

Nibelun’s‍‌ eyes shone as‌ he watched Vlad‍​ talk about uncharted​ lands.

For‌‌⁠ a mage who‌⁠ sought mysteries, they‌ were an irresistible⁠‍‍ lure.

“Well,‌ mages are valuable,‌ but if you’re⁠​ good enough, there’s‍⁠‍ no reason they‌ can’t be introduced.‌ Still, I thought⁠ it would be⁠‌​ easier to do​​‍ it with someone​ who has worked​ together before.”

Vlad,‌⁠ leaning back deeply​ as if he‍​ had said all⁠ he wanted to⁠⁠​ say, seemed relaxed‍​ despite his internal⁠ feelings.

The⁠⁠ tricks and false‍‍‌ composure of back-alley⁠​⁠ thugs made even⁠ Kihano bite his​‌ tongue.

“I​‌ think we can‍⁠ give each other⁠​ what we want.‌ What do you‍⁠‌ think about that?”​‍

Next‌‌⁠ to Peter is‍​‍ the advisor Ragmus.⁠‌‌

Next​​⁠ to Rutiger is‍ the mage Dorothea.‌​

Even⁠⁠ Joseph, who didn’t​​⁠ have enough power,​‍ somehow managed to‍⁠‍ find a mage‍​ and keep them‌⁠‍ by his side.‍‌​

And​‌⁠ now it was⁠‍‍ time for Vlad‍ to have at‌ least one mage‍ with him.

“…Will‍‍ you really let‌⁠ me in?”

“Of​⁠ course.”

“Elves⁠‍​ and dwarves…”

“Is‌ that all? Barbarian‍‍‍ lands, Orthodox lands,‍‍ and Northern nobles.”‌‍

Seeing⁠‌⁠ Nibelun leaning heavily,​‌ Vlad gave a firm nudge.

“Everything​​‌ is set. If‌⁠ you’ll just be​‍​ my mage for⁠‌ a while.”

“I⁠⁠ will. Please, let​​ me.”

Looking⁠⁠ at Vlad who‍⁠ was smiling brightly,⁠‌ Nibelun nodded unconsciously.‍‌

A noble and knight‍‍ who can wander⁠​⁠ from place to⁠⁠​ place because he⁠ doesn’t have lands​⁠ yet.

However,​⁠ Vlad, who had‌‍ a clear reputation,⁠‍‍ was definitely someone‌‍⁠ Nibelun found difficult‌‌⁠ to refuse.

Konock‌‍‍ konock.

“Come‌​ in!”

“This‍⁠ is not your‌⁠‍ room.”

“I‍‍⁠ said it for​‌ you. I’ll take‍‌‌ care of this​ kind of work​ from now on.”‌‌

Nibelun​‌ called the owner‍ back in, but⁠‍‍ Vlad didn’t particularly‌ reprimand him.

Because‍‌ he realized from‍​ his earlier attitude‌ that their contract‌⁠ had been signed.‍⁠‌

“Long⁠ time no see,‌‍ Sir Vlad Aureo.”⁠‍

“Ah,​‍ back then we…”‍‌

“Do‍⁠ you remember me?⁠​ I am Vastro,​⁠ knight of House‍ Hainal. Sir Vlad‌ and I fought⁠​‍ together in the‌ battle against Gaidar.”‍‍‍

Standing⁠ at the door‍ in a respectful⁠​‍ posture, he was​⁠ one of the‌​ few knights belonging⁠‌ to House Hainal.​​‍

“I⁠ see Hainal is​ here too.”

“We​​‌ are now a Northern house. We‍‍ have a duty⁠‍ to respond to‍​ the call.”

The‍⁠ knight who introduced⁠ himself as Vastro​ couldn’t hide his‌ excitement at seeing⁠‍⁠ Vlad, now a noble.

“Congratulations‌​‍ on receiving your⁠‌ title from the‌⁠ Pope. Lady Alicia‌ will be very⁠ pleased to hear‍ it.”

“I‍ have many debts‍ to her. I must visit her​ soon.”

Seeing​​‌ Vlad say that‍⁠⁠ his relationship with​‌‌ Hainal remained strong‌‍⁠ despite his changed​⁠⁠ position, Vastro smiled‍‌ cautiously and opened‌​ his mouth.

“In​‌‍ that regard, if‍​‌ possible… would you‌​‍ be willing to‌​‌ escort our Baron​‌​ during the upcoming‌ Northern Conference?”

“Hmm?”⁠

Vlad​​ was surprised to‌‍ see Vastro suddenly⁠ bow his head.​‌

“Why⁠‍‌ should I treat‍​‌ Lady Alicia, a proud noble…?”

“The​⁠⁠ world of the⁠​⁠ North is a world of rough‌ knights. But as‌⁠⁠ you know, Vlad…”‍​‌

Vastro⁠ laughs awkwardly.

The‍⁠ knight, who spoke‌ of the house‌‍‌ to which he​‍ belonged and his​ own shortcomings, laughed​‍ as if embarrassed‍​ and cleared his​‌ throat loudly.

“We​‌​ need Lady Alicia’s‍‍‍ knight more than‌​ ever. Sir Vlad.”​​‌

“…”⁠​

Among⁠⁠ the seven families‌ that will enter⁠ the Northern Council,‍​‍ Hainal will inevitably​ have the least​​ weight.

Although​⁠‌ we had just‍‌‌ started interacting with‌ the elves, Hainal​ was a place‍ without noteworthy businesses⁠​‌ or items.

‘Alicia‍‌ probably has already​ arrived in Soara.’‌​

[The​⁠⁠ baron Alicia is​​ in Soara… This‌​ somehow unsettles me.]‍

As‌​ Kihano said, Vlad,‍ feeling somewhat anxious,‌​ began rummaging in‍ his arms without‌‍ even realizing it.‍‍‌

Two​​‌ handkerchiefs deeply tucked⁠​ into my arms.⁠

Vlad,‌ feeling the texture‍ of the still-attached‍​ handkerchiefs, began to‍ think deeply.

***‌⁠‍

“It​ looks like it’s‌ here.”

It⁠‌⁠ was not yet‍⁠‍ night, but there⁠ was a woman‌‌ standing in the⁠ dark alley of‍‌ Soara.

An‍​ elegant appearance that​ did not match‌‍ the dirty alley.​

The​‌ woman, guarded by‌‍ the old knight,⁠ looked at the​‍‍ building directly in‌​​ front of her,‌ eyes wide open‍ in amazement.

“Even‍⁠‌ though it’s in‌​ such a remote‍​ place, they’ve built‍⁠‌ up to four​​ floors.”

“Soara​‌ is a city⁠‍ that’s practically the‍ logistics center of‌ the North. Everything‍‍ here will be​‍​ big.”

Unlike​⁠‌ the calm Deirmar,‌ Alicia’s expression began​‍‌ to turn subtle‌⁠‌ as she looked​⁠‌ at the bustling‍​⁠ Soara.

The‌⁠⁠ pride she had‍⁠ as the owner‍‍ of a territory‌⁠​ was slowly starting‌‍⁠ to irritate her.‍‍

“Would‌‌⁠ you like to‌ go back now?‌​‍ This is not‌‍‌ a place fit‌⁠ for a noble‌‌‌ lady.”

“Is‍ that so?”

The‌ old knight Duncan⁠ looked at Alicia⁠⁠ with somewhat tense⁠⁠‍ eyes.

There‌ was a look​​ in his eyes‌⁠ that made Alicia⁠ want to leave⁠⁠‌ immediately, if possible.⁠⁠⁠

However,​​ contrary to what​ Duncan said, the​‌ building in front⁠ of Alicia was⁠ older and more‌ magnificent than any⁠⁠​ other place around.​

“Still,‍ I’d like to‍⁠‌ see it. They⁠ say it’s like‍⁠‌ Lord Vlad’s home.”⁠

“…Really?”⁠⁠‌

If⁠⁠ you passed through⁠‍ Soara anyway, there‌‍‌ was a place​​ you definitely wanted‍‍ to see.

It‌‌⁠ is said that⁠ the Smile of​ the Rose is‌‍ the place that‍​ Knight Vlad cherishes⁠​ the most.

Alicia’s​⁠ eyes began to​‌​ shine as she​⁠‌ tried to recall‌‌‍ old memories of‍​ Vlad.

Creeeeek-‌‌

However,​⁠ the owner of⁠‌ this place was‍​‍ not Vlad, but‍‌ another lady.

To‍​‌ welcome the noble⁠‍‌ visitor, the Smile‍⁠​ of the Rose⁠ began to open‌​ slowly.

“Welcome​ to our inn,​‍ Baroness Alicia.”

A woman was slowly​ descending the stairs⁠‌⁠ towards Alicia, who⁠⁠ was standing at⁠‍ the entrance.

The‍‌​ innkeeper had hair‍ as red as⁠ fire, in contrast‌‍ to Alicia.

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