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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 187: City of Blacksmiths (1)

Chapter 187: City of Blacksmiths (1)

The‍‍ mayor’s office in‍‌⁠ Soara was filled‍‌ with silence.

Rutiger,‍‍ who was sitting‍ calmly in the⁠ mayor’s seat, listened‌ to the report‌ a moment ago​ and burst into​​ laughter as if​‌‌ he were stunned.​​

“They‌ just let the‌ dwarves go? Without⁠⁠‌ any promise?”

“I’m‌​ sorry, Lord Rutiger.”​‍

Anyone​‍⁠ could see that​ Rutiger had an⁠​‌ attractive appearance, but​⁠ the intense energy‍​​ in his black⁠‍ eyes was something⁠​‍ he was born⁠‍ with.

The‌​​ mayor of Soara‌‍ lowered his head⁠ because he dared‍‍ not meet those​​‍ eyes.

“I‍​⁠ did my best‌‍ to retain them,​ but…”

“But?”‍‌‍

The‍‍‍ dwarves who had⁠ worked so hard‌⁠ to bring them‍ back were dismissed‌​ without being able‌‌‌ to do anything.​‌​

Although​ the report went⁠‌ beyond incompetence and‌⁠​ bordered on irresponsibility,​‍⁠ the mayor also‍‍ had something to‌​ say.

“They​​​ insisted on speaking‍⁠ only with Lord⁠⁠ Vlad or Lord‍⁠‍ Joseph, and I couldn’t do anything‌‍‍ about it.”

All​‍ the dwarves had⁠ a determined side,‌⁠ perhaps because they‌‍⁠ were born with⁠‍‌ the temperament of​​ artisans.

Despite​‍‍ the mayor’s pleas‌ to wait, they​ simply turned their‌ heads and said​⁠‍ they couldn’t have‍ any conversation without‍⁠ the two of‍ them.

“Besides,​ it was difficult‍‌ to ask them‍‍⁠ to wait any‍ longer because ice⁠​⁠ was beginning to⁠ form on the​​ river. I’m sorry,⁠ Lord Rutiger.”

“…I​ understand. You may​ leave.”

He‌‍‌ could definitely be‍‍​ called incompetent, but‌⁠ even if he​​ said that, he​ couldn’t help it​‌⁠ now.

Rutiger,‌⁠ who had no​ intention of reprimanding⁠⁠ him, dismissed the⁠‍ mayor and looked⁠​ at the scarred​‍‌ man sitting at​⁠ the guest table.​

“The⁠ Count wants to⁠​‌ capture the dwarves‍ somehow.”

“I⁠‍ know.”

But‍‍‌ Marcus didn’t look​‍⁠ Rutiger in the​​ eye.

He​‌‌ simply held the‍​‍ teacup and said​​‍ what he had‌ to say.

“Have​‌ you by any⁠ chance persuaded Lord​ Vlad?”

“…No,​⁠‌ not yet.”

“That’s‌⁠‍ problematic.”

The‌⁠​ black raven sitting‌ across from Rutiger‌ was a messenger,⁠‍ and everything it‌​‍ said came from⁠⁠‍ the head of‌‍ the Peter family.‌

“You‍ must hurry. Even​‍​ now, many are‍⁠‍ trying to recruit⁠‍ Lord Vlad.”

“I’ll⁠‍ keep that in​ mind.”

After‍ hearing Marcus’s words,‌‌ Rutiger quietly rose‍‌ from his seat‌ and began to‌‍ gaze at the​ landscape of Soara⁠⁠​ outside the window.‍

A city he didn’t‍⁠ have much connection⁠​ with.

However,‍‌ for someone born‌⁠ in this city,⁠ it might be⁠​ a place that‍​ couldn’t be easily​‌⁠ abandoned.

“What​‌ about the matter⁠‌‍ with Baron Alicia?”⁠

“It‍‍‍ seems our little​‍‍ lady managed to‍ protect him.”

“That’s​⁠ good.”

At‍ Rutiger’s words, Marcus‌ calmly set down⁠ his teacup.

“Not⁠⁠‌ entirely.”

Rutger,‍​ who had been​ looking out the​ window, turned with⁠‍⁠ a puzzled expression‌​​ at Marcus’s words.⁠

“What​ do you mean?”⁠​​

“She‌ said she won’t​ accept anything anymore.”‌‍‌

Zemina,‍ the woman who‌​ had offered Bayezid’s‍ goodwill to bind‌ Vlad.

“She​⁠‌ said she won’t​ accept anything related‌​ to Lord Vlad.‍⁠ It seems she‌‌ has understood the‍‍‍ meaning of our​‌ offer.”

“…Really?”⁠​​

But​‍⁠ she was saying​⁠ she didn’t want⁠‌​ to be the‍​ shackles that bound⁠ Vlad.

She​ didn’t want to⁠‍​ be the chain‌ that tied Vlad⁠‍ down. If she⁠​⁠ had known the⁠‌ intention from the⁠ beginning, she wouldn’t‍ have accepted anything.‌‍‍

“It​ seems that everything⁠ involving Joseph here‌‌ doesn’t go well.”​⁠​

Getting​‌ an ownerless knight⁠⁠ was harder than‍‍​ it seemed.

A city that didn’t⁠‍ listen to either‌ the mayor or‌‍‍ the next head⁠‍⁠ of the family.‌

Rutiger‌‌ could only smile‍‍‌ bitterly as he​‌​ contemplated the scenery​ outside the window.‌‌‍

***‍⁠‍

Neigh-​

A stable specially designed​ for a single‌ horse at the‌⁠ inn.

There,‌ Noir was with​ his eyes closed,‍‌‍ enjoying Zemina’s touch,​‍‌ whom he hadn’t⁠ seen in a long time.

“I‌​⁠ don’t understand why​‍ everyone finds it‍‍ difficult to deal‍ with him. He‌ listens so well.”⁠‍

“…Really?”​⁠

Vlad⁠⁠ and Goethe watched⁠‌ in amazement as‌‌‌ Noir showed no‌ complaints about Zemina’s‌ clumsy care.

Noir’s⁠​‍ eyes were tightly⁠‌ closed, as if‌ he were enjoying‍ the touch, and​ it didn’t seem⁠⁠‍ like they would‍‍‍ open easily.

“…That‌‌ guy isn’t usually​ like that.”

“I‌ guess they’re compatible.”​‌

Goethe,‍‍ who was also⁠⁠‍ the stable boy,⁠​ scratched his head​‌ at the strange‌​‍ scene.

Although⁠ Goethe was proud​ to be able‍‍ to handle Noir,⁠​​ that pride always⁠ seemed to diminish​‍ in front of​‍ Zemina.

“Is​ your mother okay?”​​‍

“Not‍‌ only my mom,⁠ but also my⁠‌​ younger brother and‍‌⁠ sister are fine‌​‌ too. Although it’s⁠‍ colder than where‍⁠‌ we were before.”‌

Goethe,​​⁠ who had taken⁠‍ refuge with his‍‌ mother to avoid‌⁠ the consequences of‌‌ the war, had⁠ now settled in​ Soara.

Although‌​‍ the former mayor‍‍ who had hired​ him as a stable caretaker was‍ gone, Goethe could​‌ still work as​⁠ a stable caretaker‍ at the town​‍⁠ hall, perhaps because‌‌ of the value‍‌‍ of Vlad’s name.⁠

“Is⁠‍⁠ it true that⁠‌ the dwarves took​⁠ the forge oven?”‍⁠‌

“Yes,​‍⁠ they said they‍ took it as‍‌ if it were⁠ a very precious‌ treasure.”

Although‍⁠‌ he had a steady job, Goethe‌ hadn’t changed his⁠ curious nature and​⁠​ was always snooping​ around.

This⁠‌‍ applied both in‍​​ his work at‍‌ the town hall‍‌​ and in the⁠​‍ back alleys of​‌ The Rose’s Smile.‍‍

“They⁠‍ begged Madame so⁠‍ much for that⁠ oven that, even⁠​‍ though they were‍‌ told that only⁠ the blacksmith could​⁠ decide, they kept‍ asking. Madame had‍ no choice but⁠ to give it⁠⁠⁠ to them because‌ they were important‍‍ customers.”

“Really?”‌‍

Although​ he couldn’t see‍‌ it in person,‍ Goethe was gathering‌‍​ all kinds of​ rumors with ears‍‍ that could hear‌‍ and telling the⁠‌ detailed story of⁠​ what had happened‌⁠‌ in Soara.

“And‍‌ it seems that​‌‍ Mr. Joseph’s health‍​‌ has worsened. They​‍ say the countess‌‍​ is looking for‌​ doctors everywhere.”

“…”‍​

Upon‌‌ hearing Goethe mention⁠ Joseph’s health status,​ Vlad’s expression turned⁠ serious.

“I‍​‌ heard he’s not‍ doing very well?”‌

“I‌ don’t know. He’s⁠ always been frail.”‌‍​

Despite‌⁠ failing in the⁠​‌ competition for the‌‍ head of the‍ family, the trust‌​ Vlad had built‌ with Joseph remained⁠ intact.

Vlad⁠​ thought he still​‍ owed something morally‍⁠ to Joseph, so‌​ he couldn’t be​ pleased with the‍‍ bad rumors about‌⁠‍ Joseph.

“Goethe,⁠‍ can you change⁠​ the water in⁠ the bucket?”

“Eh?‍​‍ It looks clean.”‌⁠

“It​‍ doesn’t to me.”​

Zemina,‌‍‍ hands on hips,⁠​‍ looked at Goethe​ while Noir showed⁠ his gums in⁠‌‌ a gesture of​ disapproval.

“What​ do you prefer,‌​⁠ that I do‍⁠ it?”

“No,​‍‌ ma’am, you shouldn’t‍‍‍ do that kind‌​ of work.”

Although‌‍​ Zemina was a childhood friend to⁠⁠‌ Vlad, for Goethe​‌⁠ she was a powerful figure from‌⁠‌ the back alleys.‌‍‌ Making her carry​⁠‍ a bucket of‌ water was unthinkable​​ for Goth.

“In⁠‌‍ fact, I was‍ waiting for you‍‍​ to call me.”​‌

Goethe‍ was not at‍ all dissatisfied with⁠‍​ Zemina’s instructions.

He⁠​ simply hurried with‍⁠‍ a friendly smile.​

This‌‍ was because he‍ knew very well⁠‌​ that he needed​ Zemina’s permission to‌​ stay close to​⁠ Vlad, who had​‌ now risen to‍​ the rank of‍‍ noble.

“Why⁠‍ did you send​ Goethe away?”

“Because⁠⁠‌ I have something‌‌‌ to tell you‌ only.”

When⁠‌⁠ Goethe went to⁠ fetch water, only‌ a horse and‍⁠⁠ two people remained‌‌ in front of⁠​ the stable.

Vlad‌ noticed that Zemina​‍ had deliberately taken‌‌‌ Goth aside and⁠​ was curious.

“What‌ do you want‍‌ to tell me?”‌​

“A‍‍ message from the‍‌‍ dwarves. You’ve been‍‌ so busy I haven’t had time‌ to tell you.”‍

With⁠​ those words, Zemina‍‌ took a coin⁠ from her pocket⁠‍‍ and handed it​ to Vlad.

She‍‍‍ looked around to⁠​ see if anyone⁠​ was watching, and​⁠ somehow seemed to​​​ be enjoying the⁠‌⁠ situation.

“This⁠⁠​ is…”

“They​‍​ asked me to​‍‌ give it to​‍ you.”

Although‍​​ the dwarves had‌‌ left without making​‍⁠ any promises to‍‍‍ the mayor of​⁠ Shoara, they had​‍​ left a message⁠ for Zemina to‍ contact them.

“See⁠ you in Nassau.​​ You can contact​ us at the​​​ tavern where we⁠ first met.”

“…The​‌‌ tavern where we⁠⁠⁠ first met.”

And‍ Zemina delivered her‌‌ message to Vlad‍​ as the dwarves‍ expected.

“This​‌‌ coin seems familiar‍ to me.”

However,‌‍ Vlad was more‍⁠⁠ interested in the⁠​​ coin given to‌‍‍ him by the‌​‍ dwarves than in‌‌⁠ the message that‌⁠ he would see‌ them in Nassau.⁠‌

“Eh?⁠‌ Did you have‍ another one like​​⁠ it?”

“…Don’t​⁠ they seem identical‍⁠ to you?”

After‌⁠‌ checking the coins‍ that were said‌‌​ to have been​ handed over by‍ the dwarves, Vlad‍​ took out two‍ coins he had​​‌ kept, one from‌ Ramund and the⁠‌ other from August.⁠

Vlad’s‌​ eyes began to⁠​​ narrow as he​‌ compared them to‌‍ the dwarves’ coins.‍​

Coins​‌ that were so​‍ rusty they seemed‌​‌ to have no‍​ apparent value.

Although​‍‍ the places where⁠⁠‌ they were received​⁠ were different, the​ three coins looked‍⁠ the same when⁠‍‍ placed in the⁠⁠ palm of the‌ hand.

***​‍

Everyone‌​⁠ in the north​⁠ shivered in fear‍​ from the bone-chilling‍ cold, but the​​ residents of Deirmar​​‍ were different.

Green⁠ grass could still​‍ be seen in‌​ various places in⁠ Deirmar, indicating warmth‍‍‍ in the air.‌

Some⁠ elders, seeing Deirmar‌ warmer than ever,‍‌ reminisced about old‌‍⁠ times and gave‍‌ thanks to the⁠​⁠ lemon tree on⁠ the hill.

This‌​ gratitude, said to⁠⁠⁠ be something only​‍ the elderly did⁠‍ when they were‍‌ children, was a rare sight when⁠ the Vatican Church‍‌ lay in ruins.‌‍

“…It​⁠‌ grows bigger every​‌ day.”

Baradis,‌‌ the leader of⁠‌ the rangers, was‌ looking at the⁠​​ Hainal tree on‍⁠⁠ the hill, trying‍​ to estimate the⁠ height of the‍ upper branches.

“It’s‍ only been less​​ than half a year.”

The⁠⁠ Hainal tree seemed‍‍ to be twice‍‌ as large as‌⁠ when I first‍‌⁠ saw it.

It​​ was a growth​⁠ rate difficult to‍‌⁠ understand even with⁠⁠ the common sense‍‌‌ of elves who‍⁠ knew plants well.⁠

And⁠ not only was​ the size of​ the tree incomprehensible.‌​‌

“Lord‌⁠‍ Baradis, it seems​​ there’s another child⁠⁠​ who can see​‍‌ spirits.”

“Is‌ this the fourth‌‍​ person?”

“…Yes,⁠​⁠ we’ve confirmed that‌⁠ they can see‍​ the young spirits.”⁠

As⁠​‌ of today, it⁠‌​ was the fourth⁠ person.

The⁠ number of children​​ who recognize spirits.⁠​

After‍‌⁠ hearing the report,‍ Baradis silently began‌​ to draw a five-pointed star on‍ his left eye.‍​

Then,‌ the world of‍‌ spirits began to⁠​ become clearly visible.‌⁠

“Is⁠‍ all this because​‍ of this spirit?”‌​‍

In‌‌ the world seen⁠ through the eyes‌​ of the elves,⁠ there was a white serpent coiled‌‌ around the branches.‌​

An⁠⁠ ancient spirit said​ to have originated‍‌ from the Mother⁠ Tree of the⁠‌‍ World, not from‌‍ the World Tree‍‌‌ of Ausurin.

Although⁠‌‍ it seemed to‍​⁠ be taking a nap, small spirits​ playing around the⁠ white serpent could⁠ be seen.

“Lord​⁠​ Baradis, a messenger‌‍ is coming from⁠​‌ Ausurin.”

“A⁠ messenger?”

Baradis‌ had already seen‍​⁠ the white serpent‍‌ stretching its neck​​ towards the sky.​‌ With half-closed eyes,‌‌‌ as if just‍‍ waking up, the⁠ serpent looked towards‍ a falcon found​‍‍ only in Ausurin.‍

“Very‌ well, good boy.”‌‍

Coo-oo-oo​⁠​

The⁠ falcon, rolling its‍ eyes, flew from⁠‌​ afar and landed​ softly on Baradis’s‍⁠ wrist as if​⁠​ exhausted.

As⁠​‌ he stroked the‌ falcon that had‌​ flown from its‍ distant home, Baradis​⁠⁠ felt the gaze‌​⁠ of the white‌⁠⁠ serpent watching the​ messenger intently.

It​‍​ seemed as if‍​‌ it was asking⁠⁠ them to take​⁠⁠ a look together,⁠‍‌ Baradis deliberately unfolded⁠‍ the message.

“…It’s⁠ a revelation.”

The⁠ letter that came‌‌‍ from Ausurin had⁠ a stigma engraved‌‍ that only the⁠​ elders could use.⁠​⁠

And​ behind the stigma​‍ was a twisted‍ drawing that made⁠ it clear who‌⁠⁠ had drawn it.‍‍⁠

“In​⁠ the blue sea…‌ a silver dragon.”‌‌

It‍‌⁠ was a drawing⁠​ that seemed to‌⁠‍ have been drawn‍ by a child,‌ but there was‌ something about it​ that made it‌‌ feel even more‌‌ clearly conveyed.

A small boat floating‍ on bright blue⁠ paint that seemed‌⁠⁠ to have spilled​‌​ into the sea.‌⁠

And⁠ in the sent‌⁠​ revelation, a silver‍‌⁠ dragon was depicted⁠​⁠ swooping down towards​‌ the boat.

“…Prepare⁠ everything. We move​​‍ immediately.”

However,​​‍ Baradis was able‌ to find a small, strange point‌​ even in the‍ completely blue painting.​

A small boat floating​‍ on the sea.‍​

“Where‍ are we going?”⁠​⁠

“We’re⁠⁠ heading…”

For‌ the one who‌⁠ receives a revelation,​‍‌ it comes as‌ intuition.

Although⁠‌ it was only‍⁠ a small point,⁠​ Baradis was sure‍ it represented Vlad.⁠​

“To​‍ the north.”

Baradis⁠ wasn’t sure where​​‌ Vlad was, but‍​⁠ he soon determined​‍⁠ his direction by⁠‍⁠ seeing the huge‍ shadow projected.

The‍ white serpent seemed​‍‌ to be indicating‌⁠ the way with​⁠⁠ a nod of⁠ its head.

“It‌‌⁠ must probably be⁠ Soara.”

Indeed,‌‍ as Baradis said,​​ the place the‍‌‌ white serpent was⁠ pointing to was‍ in the direction⁠‌ of Soara.

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