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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 190: Uninvited guests (1)

Chapter 190: Uninvited guests (1)

Although‌ completely surrounded by⁠‍ dark gray walls,⁠‌‌ the space was⁠ quite bright due‌​ to the light⁠ shining from the‍​⁠ ceiling.

Alicia‍⁠⁠ found it impressive‍ to see the‍‌⁠ conference room decorated‌⁠⁠ entirely with swords​⁠ and shields, unlike​⁠‌ the central style.​​

This⁠‌ was because she⁠‌⁠ realized that the⁠‌‌ weapons, full of‌⁠ scratches and breaks,‌⁠⁠ were not simply⁠⁠ made for decoration.⁠⁠​

“Thank⁠⁠ you for your​‍ hard work to​‍ come this far,‍‍ Baron Alicia.”

From​ the other end⁠ of the conference⁠​ room, the Iron‌​ Duke Timur looked‌‍ at Alicia and‍⁠‌ smiled.

“It‍​ must have been​ quite inconvenient to​ come here on⁠⁠ this cold winter‌ day.”

Although‍‍ I arrived last,⁠ it is understandable‌‌ since I came⁠‌ from the farthest.‍‍

Rather,⁠⁠​ since it was‌⁠​ Alicia who filled‍⁠​ the empty seat​‌ left by Baron‌‍ Utman, the six⁠ lords currently sitting‌‌ were waiting for‍​ her eagerly.

“I‍‍ hope you don’t‍​ feel uncomfortable in‌ the place I’ve‌⁠‍ prepared.”

“Thank​‌ you for your​‍ consideration, Duke.”

If‌⁠⁠ the other person‌⁠ has shown consideration,⁠⁠​ you must respond​‍​ courteously.

Although‍⁠ Alicia arrived as​⁠ a lord, she⁠⁠ quietly bowed her​​​ head to the​‌⁠ duke, who was⁠ one of the⁠ only four in⁠ the empire.

“So​ it seems that‍‍ everyone who was‍‌⁠ supposed to gather​⁠‍ is already here.”​​‍

7 flags.

7 chairs.

And‍ seven lords.

As​ Alicia took her⁠⁠‍ seat, Timur smiled‌‍‍ slightly as he‍‍⁠ looked at the​⁠ now fully crowded​ conference room.

“Then‌​⁠ let’s start the​⁠⁠ meeting now.”

Following‌ the gesture of‍ the steel ball‍ hand indicating the‌ start, the door⁠ of the conference‌ room began to‍ close slowly.

Creak-‌

Blue⁠​⁠ snow particles drifting⁠ with the cold‌‍ wind.

Pure​ white lake ice‌⁠ that will not‌​‌ break even if​​ you hit it​‍‍ with all your⁠​​ strength.

The​‍⁠ intense cold of‍ the North is‌ not only tough⁠‌​ but even surprising.‍‌‍

However,‍‌​ the wildness that⁠ does not succumb‌ to the cold‍​​ may be the⁠‌‍ identity of the‍ northerners.

An​ identity that was​​‍ so solid that‍⁠ it could not​⁠ be diluted until‍ the end.

Looking‍‌ at the slowly‌⁠ closing door, the‌ gaze of the⁠ Iron Duke became‌⁠ deeper.

It‌⁠‍ was for enduring‍​ the discrimination of‌ the empire, as‍⁠ if it were‍ a badge of⁠‌ honor, all for‍‌‌ this moment.

***‍‌​

‘It’s⁠‍‍ magnificent.’

I’ve⁠ visited many mansions‍​ of noble families,⁠ but this was​​‌ the first time‌‍ I saw such‍‍ a long and​‍ wide hallway.

Vlad⁠ scratched his cheek⁠‍ as he looked​​ into the distance‌‌ at the door‌‍ to the grand⁠ conference room.

‘There‌ doesn’t seem to​‌‍ be any way‌ out.’

One‌ of Vlad’s old⁠⁠ habits was to‍‍ look around upon‌ arriving in an​ unfamiliar place.

It‍ can be said‍ that the instinct‍‍ of the weak​‍ is to find‌​ a way to‌ escape, but Vlad​‌ never forgot that⁠‍ he started from⁠⁠⁠ the mud.

“From‌‌​ now on, we​⁠ just have to‌⁠ stay here and⁠ watch.”

“Yes.”​⁠

Vlad‌ turned his head‍ to follow the​​ voice coming from‍‍ behind him.

When‌‌‌ he turned around,​⁠‌ there were six‌⁠ knights waiting to​​ escort the lords,⁠ along with Rutiger,⁠ who shrugged and‍​​ smiled.

“Of‌‌‌ course, you’re more‌‌ of a guest​ entering rather than‌​ being protected.”

Rutiger⁠​‍ nodded and pretended‍‌ to draw a line on the⁠ ground with his​⁠⁠ finger.

As⁠‍ he said, there​​ was a gap​ between Vlad and‍‌ the guard knights‌‍⁠ who were now​‌​ standing.

Vlad,‍‍​ who had safely‍​ escorted Alicia to​‍ the conference room,‍‍ was now there‍⁠​ not as a knight but as​ a guest.

‘So​​ all those are⁠⁠ the lords’ closest‌⁠​ confidants.’

Vlad‌‍‌ heard Rutiger’s words⁠‌ and observed the‌ faces of the⁠​ knights standing beside⁠‌‍ him.

Rutiger​‌⁠ of Bayezid, Duncan⁠ of Hainal.

And​ among the knights‌⁠ whose names he‌ still didn’t know,​​ someone who seemed​​⁠ familiar was looking⁠ at Vlad.

“We‍​ can finally introduce‌ ourselves properly, Lord​​ Vlad.”

“I’m​‍ honored you remember​ me, Lord Valkov.”‌‌

The⁠ man looking at‍⁠ Vlad among the​‍‌ knights was Valkov⁠‍ the Lancer, a knight of great‌⁠‌ renown in Baranov.‌‍‌

Although‌‌ he was young,​‌ some of the‍ knights had their‍‍ eyes wide open‍ as if surprised‌ when they saw⁠⁠⁠ Vlad shake hands​‍ with Valkov naturally.​​

“In⁠ Moshiam, we were⁠‍‍ both busy and‍‍ didn’t have time​‍ to properly greet‍‍ each other.”

“That’s‍‍ right.”

Although‌​ he had passed‌ through Moshiam, Valkov‌ remembered the young‌ dragon slayer running⁠⁠ towards the fastest​ dragon.

This‍ is because the‍ image of Vlad​​⁠ crying with his​‌ broken sword remained⁠​ as a vivid⁠​​ image for Valkov‌⁠‌ that day.

“Congratulations⁠ on moving from‌‌ squire to knight,⁠​ and now to⁠‌‍ noble with a castle.”

“Thank‌​‍ you.”

After‌⁠ hearing Valkov’s greeting,‌⁠ Vlad felt his⁠‌‍ heart, which he⁠‍ had worked so​ hard to calm,​ begin to beat⁠ again.

This‍⁠‌ is because through⁠‌ his words, he‌⁠ could once again‌ see the process​ he went through‌​ to end up​​⁠ here.

“I’m‍⁠⁠ Ralph, knight of‍​ Maringen.”

“Guillermo‌‌ of Romnie.”

“I’m⁠‍‌ Ernst, from Podmills.”​‍⁠

“I’m‌ Karoy of Harquita.‌‌ It’s a pleasure‍ to meet someone‌⁠​ so famous in‌⁠ person.”

When‌‌ Valkov initiated conversation,⁠ the knights began‍⁠ to approach as⁠ if they had⁠​ been waiting.

Some​‍ were heirs, others​⁠‍ advisers, and others‍⁠⁠ the closest to​​⁠ the lords.

Regardless‍ of their ability,‍‌ they were all‌​ names that any⁠⁠ northerner would have‌ heard of at‌ some point.

“I​‌ heard the rumor​⁠‌ that you even​​ visited the land​⁠ of the elves.”​⁠

“That’s​⁠ right.”

“Are⁠ you married?”

“Not‍⁠⁠ yet…”

“My‍ father wants to‌⁠ talk to you.”‌

“I’ll‌⁠ make sure to​⁠⁠ make time.”

Some​ knights might have⁠‍⁠ thought strangely when​⁠ they saw Vlad⁠ suddenly appear.

However,‌‍ the knights here⁠‍​ were all the​ closest to the‍ lords and were‌‍ people who had‍ to think first​ about the benefits‍ of the territory⁠ rather than envy‌​ or jealousy towards​‌⁠ someone.

“…Even​‌ if one is⁠⁠‌ in a position‍‌ to pursue a greater good, curiosity⁠​⁠ about Vlad is​ inevitable.”

However,​ even if one‍‌ is in a position to pursue⁠​ a greater cause,‌‌‍ curiosity about Vlad‍ himself is something‍‌ that cannot be⁠ avoided.

Vlad,​ looking into Guillermo’s‍ fiery eyes, realized‌ that everyone there⁠ had some expectation⁠ of him, although⁠‌ they were different.‌​

“Lord​​‌ Vlad, it’s time⁠​‌ to prepare.”

“Understood.”⁠

Just​ as the conversation⁠‍ was becoming more​‍​ intense, Vlad realized‌‍ it was time​​​ to enter when‍⁠ the butler called‌‌ him.

Currently,​‍ he is Lord⁠ Vlad with the⁠‍ knights, but when‌ he enters the‌⁠‌ conference room, he‍‍ must become Aureo.⁠​⁠

“Do⁠‌ well and come​⁠‌ back.”

Vlad⁠⁠ looked at Rutiger,⁠ who smiled with⁠ his arms crossed,⁠⁠ and nodded slightly.​‍‌

“Yes.”​‌

Although‍​​ his nervousness had​⁠ not yet subsided‌‍‍ as much as‌ his heart was⁠ beating rapidly, he​‌‌ felt somewhat reassured​‌‍ by the fact⁠‌⁠ that Rutiger was‌⁠‌ behind him.

***‌​

“…It’s‌ truly steel. Real‍⁠‍ steel.”

While‍⁠ Vlad waited to‍‌‌ be summoned by‌⁠ the lords, his‌ mage Nibelun was‍‍‌ wandering around the⁠‌ city, satisfying his‌ curiosity.

“But⁠ how can steel⁠⁠ be made so​​‍ easily?”

A beastman takes a magnifying glass from‍‌ his backpack, clings‌‍⁠ to the castle‍‍ wall like a cockroach, and talks‌​⁠ to himself.

The⁠‍ guards narrowed their​ eyes at the‍⁠⁠ suspicious appearance, but⁠‍ Nibelun didn’t seem‌ to care much⁠‍ about what others‌⁠​ might think.

“No‍‌⁠ matter how rich‍​ this area is‌ in iron ore,⁠ I don’t think​⁠ this mineral just⁠‍ appears on its‍​⁠ own…”

It​ would be hard​‍ for anyone to⁠ get a mage‌ who has been‌‌‍ immersed in research⁠‌ for a long‌⁠​ time to shift‌​​ his attention elsewhere.​

Therefore,‍ Nibelun, who had⁠‌ been focused for‍‍ a long time,​ couldn’t even hear​​‍ the voices of‍‌ the people starting‌‌ to murmur.

“Look‌ there…!”

“Something​⁠ in the sky…!”‍‌

“Is⁠‌ there a volcano​‍ nearby?”

Originally,‍‌ steel was made‍‍⁠ under heat and⁠⁠ pressure strong enough‌‍⁠ to melt pig‌ iron.

It’s‌‌‌ necessary to burn⁠‍‍ all kinds of‌‍ impurities in the​‍‌ heat of a furnace to produce⁠‍​ steel of the‌‍ current level, but‍​ it’s unlikely that‌​ this amount of‍​ steel could have‌​ been manufactured in‌​‍ a blacksmith’s shop.‌‌⁠

“Eh?”​

“I‌​ told you to‍‍‌ run! What are​‌‍ you doing now?”‌⁠

Nibelun,⁠‍‍ who had been⁠‌ focused on the​ castle wall for‍​⁠ a while, suddenly‍ felt his body⁠⁠​ being lifted.

This‍ was because the⁠⁠ soldier who had⁠ been assigned as‍‍ his guide urgently‍ took him away.⁠⁠‍

“Why?”⁠

“Why‍‍​ do you think!?”⁠​

The‍​ frustrated guard shouted,‌‌ while Nibelun remained⁠ stunned.

“Look⁠‌‌ at the sky!”‍

“The​⁠ sky?”

Nibelun​‍ looked up at⁠​ the sky with‍ the magnifying glass​⁠ he naturally held⁠ up at the‌‌ guard’s shout, and‍​⁠ soon spotted something‌ there, causing his‌ eyes to widen.‍

“…What‍‍‍ is that?”

As​ the guard said,‍‍‌ there was a shining silver dot⁠​​ far off towards‌‍​ Bastopol.

At⁠⁠ first, it looked‍⁠⁠ like a dot,‍ but the closer​⁠‍ it got, the‌⁠ clearer it became.​‍​

“It’s‍‌ an attack! Attack!”​‍

“It’s⁠​​ coming from the‌⁠ sky! Everyone, raise⁠ your arrows!”

Behind‍‍​ the soldiers beginning​⁠ to string their​‌​ bows, the cries‌⁠ of terrified people⁠‌ could be heard.​‌

Nibelun,​ heading to the‌ mansion through the‌‍ chaotic streets of⁠‌ Bastopol, finally recognized‌ the identity of​‌‌ the attackers through​ the magnifying glass‍​ he held.

“Wyverns?”‍

According⁠ to a long-forgotten‍​‍ ancient legend, the⁠ walls of Bastopol⁠ were initially built‍ with common iron‌⁠⁠ ore.

However,⁠‌ the reason ordinary‌‍‌ iron ore could⁠‍​ turn into the‌ solid steel it‍ is today was⁠‌​ because of the⁠‌​ strong, hot breath​⁠⁠ of something that‍ reached the castle‌ walls.

“The⁠ dragons are breathing​‌‍ fire!”

“Everyone,‍‌ move aside!”

The‍ purest breath of​ the dragon.

It‌​‌ is said that​‌ the dragon’s wrath,‍⁠ which wanted to‌‌ leave only pure‌ things behind, melted⁠​ the walls of‌ Bastopol into steel.‌‍

“…Make​​‌ way, Northern knights.”​

There⁠ was a man‌‍ who descended to⁠ the ground with‍​ the dragon’s breath‌​‌ coming from the‍ sky.

“I⁠ have come here​⁠⁠ now in obedience‍​ to the orders‌⁠ of His Majesty⁠ the Just Emperor.”​‌‍

He​‌ has bright blonde​ hair and blue‌⁠ eyes.

And​‌ he was a man who came⁠‍ with a dragon⁠⁠ banner with the‍ head of a decapitated dragon.

“Inform​ the owner of‌ this land that⁠⁠​ Mirshea of the​ Dragonslayer Knights has⁠‍ arrived.”

No⁠​‍ matter how high‍‌ it was hung,‍ it couldn’t be⁠​‍ higher than the​‌‌ sky.

Before‍ the flapping of​​ the dragons born⁠‌​ in the highest‍⁠ place, the seven‍ flags hanging in​⁠​ Bastopol began to​⁠ sway dangerously.

***⁠

‘I‍ want to ask⁠ you something.’

[Ask.]‌‌

Vlad,​ standing in front⁠​‍ of the door​​​ with the knights‌‍‍ behind him, decided​‌ to ask a question that had‍​ been on his‌ mind for a while.

It‌‍ was a question​‌ he had when⁠‍ he was still‍ a child standing‌⁠ in the mud,​ before entering the⁠​ world of high‌⁠ nobility.

‘Why​ did it have​ to be me?’⁠

[Hmm?]​

‘Why​‍ did you come⁠⁠​ to me?’

When‍‌ Vlad was a child rolling in​⁠​ the alley mud,​ Kihano appeared with⁠⁠‍ a black lightning‍​ bolt.

At​​ first, he thought‌​‌ it was an‌‍ unfortunate coincidence, but​ now that he‍ knew who Kihano‍ was, he understood​​ that he wasn’t‍⁠‍ someone who just‌‌ showed up by⁠‍​ mere chance.

[…Why⁠‍​ you?]

Kihano’s‌​⁠ voice began to‌​ fade with Vlad’s‌‍ question.

If‍⁠ Vlad had closed‍⁠‌ his left eye‍ at that moment,⁠ he would have‌‍⁠ seen Kihano gazing‌ at the sunset​⁠⁠ under a bright‌​ red maple tree.⁠‌‍

– Lord Vlad Aureo​ is entering!

[When‍​​ I was looking‌‌‌ down from the‌‍ sky, I saw⁠‍ you.]

The‍​ doors of the‍ conference room began​⁠ to open with‌ a loud sound.⁠‌

One⁠​‍ big door opens,​‍​ and the door‍⁠⁠ behind it opens.⁠‍

As‌⁠ the doors blocking⁠ Vlad opened, the⁠ lords seated in⁠​‌ the distance began‍‌‍ to appear.

[Of‍⁠ all the pieces​​ scattered across the‍ land, you were‍‌‍ the brightest.]

After⁠​ hearing Kihano’s words,‍ Vlad smiled slightly⁠⁠‍ and began to‌⁠ walk.

Although​ born in the⁠‌ mud, he is⁠‍ now heading into⁠‍ the world of‌‌ nobility.

However,‌ for Vlad, Kihano’s⁠⁠​ approval within him‍‍ was more valuable‍ than that of⁠⁠ the northern lords⁠ in front of​​​ him.

Because,⁠⁠‌ no matter who⁠‌​ is in the⁠​ conference room at‌ this moment, there​ was no one‍ who shone brighter‌‍​ than Kihano within⁠‌ him.

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