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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 189: City of Blacksmiths (2)

Chapter 189: City of Blacksmiths (2)

Bastopol,⁠ the capital of‌​ the Baranov Duchy.⁠‌

This‍ city, settled on‌ cold and proud‌​​ cliffs, gave the‍ feeling of being‌‌​ disconnected from the⁠‍⁠ world.

“Still,‌⁠ the streets are‍‍​ better maintained than​‌‌ I thought. Clean⁠‌​ enough for carriages‍⁠⁠ to pass through.”‌⁠

As​‍‍ Vlad had said,‍ although the cliffs‌​‌ imposed an inevitable‌ slope, the streets‍ were clearly paved.​​

And‌ they weren’t just⁠‌‌ simple paths, but‌​ well-maintained roads hard‌‌​ to find anywhere⁠ else.

Vlad⁠ found the sensation‍⁠ of the rough‍‍‍ stones under his‌​ shoes quite refreshing.⁠‍

“When⁠‌ I saw it‌‍​ from afar, I thought the road‌ would be in‍ bad condition because⁠ it was on‌ a cliff.”

“But‍​ it’s still a duchy. If we​‌‌ just look at​⁠ the size, it’s​‍ a much larger‌​​ city than Sturma.”⁠

The‍ city of Bastopol‌‍ wasn’t located in⁠ a place with‌‍‌ good climate for⁠ people to live‍ in, but it‌‍​ was also a secure city.

From‍ the most perfect⁠‌ era of dragons‌​⁠ to the present‍​ era.

The‍ northern city, said‍ to have never‍‌⁠ been captured for​​ hundreds of years,⁠ was a city‌​ worthy of prosperity‍⁠‍ as it had‍‍ survived for so‌​ long.

“But​‍⁠ don’t you think‌‍⁠ making such well-built​​ roads would make​ it easier for‍ attack? Maybe there’s​‌ no longer a reason to locate‍‌ in hard-to-reach places?”⁠⁠​

“Really?”‌​

Vlad⁠⁠⁠ had started thinking⁠‌⁠ from a commander’s‍ perspective, but Rutiger‍⁠ simply smiled quietly.​

“Well,⁠ there was a time when I thought that too.”‌​

Sometimes,​‌‌ experience is worth‍ more than ten​⁠⁠ explanations.

Rutiger,‍ who knew this‍‍‌ well from firsthand‍ experience, didn’t bother‌‍⁠ explaining it to⁠ Vlad.

“Raise⁠‍ the flag. We’ll⁠ soon reach the⁠​ castle gate.”

As​⁠⁠ they moved away​ from the winding‌⁠ cliff road, they​​ could finally see⁠ the castle gate‌‌⁠ of Bastopol in⁠ the distance.

They‌‍⁠ had been traveling​‍‍ for exactly three⁠‍ weeks since Soara.‌‌⁠

When⁠ they finally arrived,​ the Iron City,‌⁠ capital of the‍ Forge, still shone​ and reflected sunlight,⁠ even from afar.‌

“Hm?”‌

“Now‌ you see.”

However,‍⁠​ unlike when seen⁠⁠ from a distance,⁠‍ there were things‌​ he could see‌‍‌ as they approached.‌‍

Examining‌⁠ the smooth and‌​‍ shiny surface of​​ the castle wall,‍⁠ which didn’t seem‍⁠ to be made​ of stone, Vlad‌⁠‌ widened his eyes.​‌

“Why‍​ is it called‍ the Iron City?⁠​ The answer is‍ right there.”

The‌ dark gray stones⁠⁠⁠ that Vlad vaguely‌‌ thought were stones​ were actually not.⁠​‌

They⁠‍‌ were entirely made⁠‌‌ of steel.

Even⁠ looking up, the‍ castle walls, which⁠ were difficult to⁠ see with the​⁠ naked eye, were‍‍⁠ filled with steel.‍

“…What⁠‍​ the hell is‌⁠⁠ that?”

The‍ dark gray walls‍​‍ of the castle⁠‌​ gleamed from afar.⁠‍⁠

Now​‍​ that he knew​ the reason, Vlad​⁠⁠ simply stared at​‍⁠ the walls of​‌ Bastopol without even⁠​ thinking about raising‌‍ his flag.

The​⁠​ great steel city​⁠‍ approaching beyond the‌‌ bounds of common‍​ sense was leaving‍ deep marks on‌‍‌ Vlad’s world.

***​⁠

“Finally,​ everyone has arrived.”‌​

There​ was a man‌ standing alone by‌‌ the window, his‌⁠⁠ back to him,⁠⁠​ slowly sipping his‌⁠​ drink.

Timur,‌ the Iron Lord,‌‌​ watched from afar​‍ as the procession​ approached his mansion​ beyond the castle‍‍ gate and brought​​ the glass to⁠⁠​ his lips.

“Fortunately,‌⁠ thanks to Baron​​ Alicia, we will​ be able to​​ organize the meeting.”​‍‌

“That’s⁠‌‌ right, Duke.”

The⁠⁠​ mage Fernand, who‍ was also in‍‍⁠ the office, nodded‍​ at Timur’s words.‌‍

The⁠⁠‍ Northern Council had⁠⁠‌ long been composed‍⁠ of seven families,‌ but it lost‌​ one of its​​ ancient pillars due‍ to the extinction‌​ of Baron Utman.⁠‍‍

However,‍​⁠ it was clearly​‌‌ a happy thing‌​‌ for Timur, as‌ Hainal filled the‍ unpleasant vacant position‍⁠‍ at just the‌ right time.

“…Is‌‍ the seal still‍⁠ active?”

“Yes,⁠⁠ Duke. It’s getting⁠​ worse as time​‌ goes by.”

However,​​​ there was a reason why Timur​ couldn’t easily smile‍​⁠ now.

The‌‌⁠ uncontrolled presence of‍⁠ dragon fragments, much⁠‍ more aggressive than‌ during Lindworm’s call,‍⁠ was the reason.‍

This‌ warning, like a signal, also indicated​ that the possibility​ of a dragon‌​ was intensely approaching‌ the city at‌‌ this moment.

“Blond⁠‍ hair and blue‌ eyes… And the⁠ possibility of a dragon coming.”

Timur’s​ eyes, which had⁠​⁠ paused on his‍​⁠ tinkling wine glass,‍ suddenly began to⁠‍​ look towards the‍ procession that had‌​‍ arrived in front⁠⁠ of the mansion.‌‌‍

Where‌‍ his eyes landed,‍​⁠ there was a blond knight reaching‌ out to a woman with light‌ blue hair.

“Well,‍​⁠ if that’s the​​ case, then I suppose I can‌ understand what has​‌​ happened so far.”‌​​

Timur,‍‌ who had been‌ silently observing Vlad,‌ nodded as if‌‌ he finally understood.​⁠

There​‌ are no results‍‌ without reason.

After‍⁠‍ only a few​ years of wielding​‍ the sword, he‌⁠‌ became a knight‍‍ and used Aura.⁠‌

And​‍‌ the unique talent​ to draw his​⁠ own world and‍ overlay it onto​ reality was a talent Timur knew⁠ had never existed​ before.

“Get‍ ready. I want‍‍ to see it‍‌ for myself.”

“Understood.”​⁠

The⁠​ old mage silently‌ bowed his head⁠ at Timur’s words‍‌ and dispersed like​ smoke.

“…That‌‍ tree was as⁠ dazzling as its​ color.”

However,‍ the tree he‌‍ had seen in‌‍ Moshiam was too⁠ beautiful to be‍⁠ simply classified as⁠​ a residue of‌ a fierce dragon.‌

The⁠ golden glow still​ lingering in Timur’s​​ eyes proved that⁠‍ if they had⁠ just painted it,⁠ it would never⁠⁠ have come out.‌‍

“I‍ hope not.”

There‌ was one last‍ sip from the⁠‌ glass he held.⁠‍

Timur‌ raised his tinkling‌ glass and looked‌ at Vlad from⁠​ a distance, frowning​ as if he​‌​ were disappointed.

***​

The‌‌ group passed through⁠ the gates of​ Bastopol and arrived​​⁠ at the Smith’s‍⁠ mansion, now divided‍ according to their‍⁠ respective banners.

The​‌‌ seventh banner begins‍ to rise slowly​‍ alongside the six​ banners waving over‍‍ the mansion. High‍‌⁠ day.

Now,​‍‌ at the moment‌​ when he had‌​ to move only‍‌‌ under Hainal’s banner,‍ not under Rutiger’s‍ guidance, Vlad felt‌ so many eyes⁠​‌ on him and​‌‌ shuddered.

“Baron​ Hainal of Deirmar!​‌ Welcome to Bastopol!”‍

The⁠ mansion door slowly‍ opens with a hearty welcome.

Beyond​‍⁠ there was a wide garden path‌‍ that seemed capable⁠ of accommodating several⁠⁠ carriages moving at‍‍⁠ the same time.​‌⁠

[You‍‌‌ can’t do it​ now.]

“…”‍​⁠

[Ask‌‍⁠ yourself why you’re‌ here, Vlad.]

And‍ as if they‌⁠‌ were waiting, even‍ the knights lined​​ up on either​⁠ side of the​⁠‌ well-kept path seemed‌ ready.

On‍​‌ the surface, it​‌ looked like a crowd welcoming Alicia,⁠ but there was‍‌⁠ a sharpness among⁠⁠‌ them that was‍ hard to ignore.‍‌

“Lord⁠ Vlad?”

Duncan,‌‍ the old knight⁠‍ holding Hainal’s banner⁠‌ in front of‍ him, silently looked‌‍ at Vlad.

His​⁠ innocent appearance, as⁠ if he felt​​ nothing.

Several⁠‍‍ of the young‌ knights lined up‍​ didn’t bother to⁠ hide their mocking‍ towards the old‌‌ knight who couldn’t‍ even feel his‍‍ own world.

[Anyone​‍ who wields a sword surely has​​ a burning desire‌ to win. So,‌‍ pay no attention‍‌⁠ to their provocations.]‍⁠‌

If‌ you wield a sword, you’re a swordsman.

However,‌‌ if you have‌ a duty beyond‍⁠ the sword you⁠ wield, you’re a knight.

To‌​ fulfill his duty,‌‍​ Vlad tried to⁠‍‍ ignore the provocative‌⁠ glances and quietly‍​ knocked on the‌ door of the‌ carriage in which‌ Alicia was traveling.​‌

“I’m​ here. Baron Alicia.”⁠

“It’s​ fine.”

With​ Vlad’s signal, the‌⁠ carriage door began‌‌​ to silently open.​‍

The‍‍ knights’ eyes had‍ been shining just‌‌ a moment ago,​‍‌ but as soon‌⁠ as the carriage⁠ door opened, everyone⁠‌ around was instantly​‌⁠ distracted by the​‌‌ watery shimmer that‍‌​ poured out as​⁠ if melting.

“Thank​‍ you for your⁠⁠ hard work accompanying‍ me here. Lord‍ Vlad.”

“No‌ problem, Baron.”

Those⁠​ who are currently​‍ looking forward with‌​ great anticipation probably‍ don’t know.

Perhaps‍​​ those who were⁠​ staring right now⁠‍​ wouldn’t know. That‌‌ even now, Alicia’s​​‌ radiance, which couldn’t‍‍ take her eyes​​ off her, wasn’t​‌‍ shining with all‌‍‌ its splendor due​‌ to the long‌ journey.

“So,⁠‌‍ could you pave⁠‌​ the way for‌‍⁠ me one last‌‍‍ time?”

At‍ Alicia’s request to‍ pave the way​‍⁠ for her, Vlad‍⁠⁠ quietly nodded.

He⁠‍ was under Hainal’s​​⁠ banner here, not​‍‍ on behalf of⁠ Aureo.

“I’m​ here to do​ it for you,‍​⁠ Baroness.”

It‍ was Aureo who‍ was invited, but‍ at this point,⁠ I am Lady‌ Alicia’s knight.

Under⁠‌ Hainal’s waving banner,‍‍ Vlad reached out‌‍⁠ to Alicia.

[You‌ can do it⁠‍ now.]

However,⁠ it’s not enough⁠ to just be‍‌ good.

To⁠​ pave the right⁠​ way for Alicia‌ as she hoped.‍‌‍

“…Ugh!”​

“Mmm…”‌

Duncan,⁠ holding Hainal’s banner,‌‍ began to wonder​‌ when he saw​‌​ the knights suddenly⁠⁠‌ stagger.

However,​​​ if he had⁠ looked back even⁠⁠ for a moment​⁠⁠ while he was​ very nervously raising‌⁠​ the flag, he⁠ would have completely⁠​‌ understood the current‌‌‌ situation.

“Everyone‌‍ bows.”

“It’s‍​ a show of⁠⁠​ respect to Hainal.”‌‌​

“I’m‌‍‌ glad. I was‍ worried we would⁠ be looked down‍⁠ upon.”

According​‍ to ancient tradition,⁠ a knight spreads‍⁠ his cloak for‌‌​ a noble lady.⁠‍‍

Vlad,​‍ who had blocked‍‌‌ any insults that⁠⁠⁠ could reach her​‌ through my cloak,‌​ now silently recalled‍‍⁠ his own world‌ through his closed⁠⁠ left eye.

“Let’s‍‌ go. Baron Alicia.”⁠​

Following‌‌‍ Vlad’s lead, Alicia​‍ began to walk​‌ slowly towards the‌​⁠ Steel Smith’s mansion.‌

The‌‌‌ knights of the⁠⁠ North nodded as⁠‌ she moved forward.‌

Seeing‍ their hospitality, Alicia‌ began to whisper⁠ quietly.

“It‌ was a good‌​ idea to ask⁠​‍ you to come.”‍‌‌

Although⁠⁠ there was no‌​​ Hainal tree in‌‌‍ this place at​‌​ this moment, Alicia‌⁠ was still standing‍ under it.

The⁠‌ color of the‌ tree was golden.⁠‌

It‍‍​ wasn’t particularly large,‍⁠ but clearly, it⁠ was a tree‍ that would reach⁠​‍ high.

***‍​

“Master​ Yahang! Master Yahang!‍‌‌ Come and see​ this!”

The⁠⁠‌ loud voice of‍‌ a man began​‌ to echo across‍ the island where⁠‍ only seagulls peacefully‌‍ floated.

“Ah!‌ If you’re inside,​⁠ just say so!”​⁠

“…I​ told you. Your‌ voice, like a boiling pot, is‌‌​ killing me.”

The​ elderly dwarf named⁠⁠ Yahang looked disgustedly​ at Sigurd and​‍​ his crew, who⁠​ came running towards​⁠ him, and shook‍‍ his head disdainfully.⁠‍‍

“I‌ thought after a bit of fresh⁠⁠ air, you might‍​​ relax a bit,‍ but it seems‌ not.”

“I’ve⁠ lived like this​⁠ my whole life,‍​⁠ what’s a few⁠‍‍ months? Anyway, take‌ a look at​ this.”

Sigurd,‌ who had returned‍ from his mission,‌ should have informed‍ the tribe chief​‍​ first, but the⁠⁠ first person he⁠‍⁠ sought out was​ the elderly dwarf⁠ named Yahang.

“A‍‌⁠ furnace? Why this?”⁠‌‍

“It‍​ seems your eyes‌ are also getting‌ unpleasant with age.”‍

As‍‍‌ if he no‌​‌ longer wanted to⁠‍‍ waste any more‍‍ time, Sigurd hastily‍⁠​ took off his​‌ glasses and handed‍ them to the​‍ elderly dwarf.

“Look⁠‌ now. Can you​ see it?”

“What⁠⁠‍ good is an‍‍ old blast furnace?”⁠

The​‍ old dwarf, seeing‍‍ that Sigurd seemed⁠ even more impatient​​ than usual, began​‍⁠ to adjust his‍ glasses by turning‍‍ the screw on⁠ the side of​​ the frame.

—-!​​

“Eh?”‌‌⁠

Suddenly,⁠‍ he saw a small tail.

The‍ old dwarf startled​​ as he made‍‌⁠ eye contact with​‌ a small lizard‌‍⁠ hidden in an⁠‌ old blast furnace.‌

“What…⁠​⁠ is this?”

“Is⁠ it him? No,​‌‌ we’ve only seen‍ it in books,⁠ never in person​‍⁠ before…”

“What⁠⁠​ is this?!”

Upon‍ hearing the old⁠‌‍ dwarf’s sudden cry,​​‌ the young lizard⁠⁠‍ quickly hid inside‍‌⁠ the blast furnace.‍⁠

The⁠⁠⁠ tail kept moving,​‌​ as if all⁠‌‌ it had to‌ do was hide‍​ its head.

“Where​ did you get⁠‍‌ this from!”

As⁠ Sigurd watched the​⁠ old dwarf gradually‌ lose composure, he​‌‍ became convinced he‍ had brought the⁠ right thing.

“I​ guess it’s true.​‌‍ Salamander.”

Sigurd​ began to smile⁠​‍ as he watched‌‌‍ the old countryman‍‌⁠ shake hands with‍‌‌ him.

Long⁠​​ ago, there was⁠ a dwarf furnace⁠‍⁠ said to be‍ able to melt⁠ anything.

However,⁠‌ the heat of​​ the furnace did‍​ not come from‌​‌ burning something.

It‍ was able to​‍​ melt anything because‍ it was born‌‍ with heat.

“But​​ Master Yahang, before‌⁠‍ going to report‍⁠ to the chief,⁠​ I have a question.”

Since‌⁠ confirmation had been‍⁠‌ completed, it was​​ time to report.‌‌

However,​⁠ the old dwarf‍ embracing the old⁠‌​ furnace was already‌‍ completely absorbed in⁠​‍ the young lizard‍ inside.

“Well.​‌​ Go on, you’re​‌‌ such a kind‍‍​ one.”

“…Perhaps⁠⁠ you’ve made daggers‌ for humans before?⁠‍ During your days‌‌⁠ as a slave⁠​ in the west‌‌ a long time​​⁠ ago.”

“That’s‍⁠ right. That’s right.‍‍​ I won’t harm‌ you.”

Looking⁠​​ at Yahang babbling⁠​ like he was‌ his grandson, Sigurd‍​‍ scratched the back‍ of his head.‍

“When‍ I was fixing​ it, although it⁠ was a bit‌​ worn out, I saw your seal,⁠‌ so I asked⁠‍ you… I’ll ask⁠⁠‌ again later.”

As‌‍ Sigurd took the‍‍ furnace, ready to‌ go see the‌‌ chief, the old‍ dwarf’s eyes began​ to darken.

“Dagger…?”​‌​

The‍ old dwarf began‌⁠‌ to recall a very ancient memory‌ in response to‌‍​ Sigurd’s question, which⁠ had been in‌⁠ his ears, but‌‌ only then entered‌‍ his mind.

“…I‌‍‍ once made some​ daggers for them.”‍​

He‍ couldn’t answer because​‌‍ Sigurd was already‍‌‍ walking away, but⁠⁠ as Sigurd asked,‍​‍ the old dwarf⁠ had made some‌ daggers for a human knight in‍‍‌ the days when‌​​ he served as⁠‍‌ a slave.

Although​ he couldn’t make‌ anything of quality‍​ due to his‍‌ hurried escape, they⁠ were daggers with‌‌ his seal.

Engraved⁠​ with the promise⁠⁠‌ that if they‍‍ ever returned, he‌ would make them‌ a proper one.​⁠

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