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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 197: The Smile of a Mother (1)

Chapter 197: The Smile of a Mother (1)

Two​ people were walking‌​ along a completely‍‍‌ frozen path.

Vlad​ and Nibelun, who⁠‌​ had previously been‍ accompanied by a large crowd, now‌ walked alone towards​​‌ Sturma.

“Ugh…‍⁠⁠ it’s cold. So‌‌‌ cold.”

The⁠⁠⁠ winter wind, growing⁠‌‌ harsher each day,⁠⁠ mercilessly hit Nibelun’s‍⁠ face.

Being‍⁠ on an open​​ road, there was⁠ no way to‍ escape that wind,‍‌​ so Nibelun could‌‌⁠ only clutch his⁠⁠ coat and huddle⁠ up.

“How⁠ can you say​ it’s cold? Winter‌⁠⁠ in the north⁠ is just beginning.”​⁠⁠

“I⁠‌ don’t like… I don’t like the⁠​‍ north.”

“But‍⁠‌ aren’t beastmen usually⁠‍⁠ covered in fur?”​⁠

“Except‍ for the ears⁠⁠​ and tail, my⁠ skin is just​​ like yours, Lord‌‌ Vlad.”

“Really?​‍ I’ve never seen⁠ that.”

Seeing‍‌ Nibelun, who seemed‍‌ to have lost⁠ his mind from​ the cold, Vlad‌‌⁠ could confirm once‌ more that, although⁠ they had met⁠‌ in the north,⁠​⁠ Nibelun clearly wasn’t​ from there.

“Where⁠‍‌ are you from?⁠‌ With how sensitive‍⁠‍ you are to‍ the cold, you‌​⁠ don’t seem to​​⁠ be from the‍ north.”

“Ugh…”‌‍​

Nibelun‌‌ took the bottle⁠‍ of liquor Vlad⁠‍​ offered and quickly​ uncorked it.

Then,‍ the intense aroma‍​ of wood seemed​‍ to calm his‍ shivering body a little. It was⁠⁠​ a warm fragrance​⁠​ that caressed his‌⁠⁠ completely frozen nose.⁠⁠‌

“From‍​ the south, I’m‌ from the south.”‌​‍

“Ah,⁠ that’s why you‍⁠‍ feel the cold⁠‌​ so much.”

“Actually,​​⁠ I’m from an​ archipelago in the‌ south, a very‍‍⁠ warm place, unlike‌ here.”

“An⁠ archipelago? A group​​ of islands?”

On‌​⁠ a road they​‍ traveled alone, sharing​‍‌ a bottle of‌ liquor. The wizard,‍ drunk from the‌‌ cold, slowly began‌​ to tell his‌⁠ story.

“If​‌ you’re from the​‍ sea, you must​‍ know how to‌ swim.”

“Ugh…”‌‌

Nibelun⁠​ tried to respond⁠ immediately to Vlad’s​ question, but the​‍ air outside his‍‍ lips was too‍ cold, and the​⁠ liquor passing down​‍ his throat was⁠ very strong. The‌⁠‍ whiskey traveling down​‌​ his esophagus made‍‍‍ him feel every‌ part of his‍ insides, and Nibelun​ could only frown.‍​​

“Ahem!​⁠ It seems you‌‌ don’t know. But‌​‍ most beastmen hate‌ water.”

“…How​‍ can they hate⁠⁠‌ water if they‍​‍ live by the‍​‍ coast?”

Just⁠‌ as the people‌‌​ of the north‍ adapted to their‌⁠ environment, it was⁠ expected that the​​⁠ beastmen living by​‍ the coast would​ do the same.​‍ However, the aversion⁠⁠‍ to water of‌ these beings living⁠ by the sea‍ piqued Vlad’s curiosity.‌‌‍

“That’s​‍ because… originally, our⁠​ land wasn’t an‌​‌ island.”

“Eh?”​

Nibelun,‌‌‌ who took another‍​ swig, began to‍​ straighten his ears⁠‌‌ as if regaining‍​⁠ his senses. On⁠ the contrary, his‍ melancholy gaze seemed‌ to recall his⁠‍‍ now distant home.​​

“A‌ long time ago,‍ when our ancestors​​⁠ settled in the‌ south, there were​‌ no islands.”

“Really?‍‌‌ So why is‌ it an archipelago​‍‍ now?”

Although‌‌​ it had once‍⁠​ been part of‌ the continent, it‍ was now a series of points‌ in the sea.‍‍ At Vlad’s indifferent⁠‍⁠ question, Nibelun tilted​ the bottle again.‍‍‍

“That’s⁠‌ because, a long​ time ago, the​ most perfect dragon‍ destroyed our land.”⁠‍​

“…”​

The⁠‌ most perfect dragon.‌ Every time Vlad⁠ heard those words,‌‍​ he felt a pang in his​⁠‍ heart. He used‍ to consider it‍​⁠ a legendary creature,‍ but now he⁠‌ understood what ran⁠ through his blood.⁠

“The⁠‌ dragon’s breath burned‍ the lush jungle‍​ and sank the‍ solid ground, leaving⁠ it as it‌​ is now. It’s​⁠‍ a very old⁠​​ story, but even⁠⁠‌ so.”

Vlad,‌ who received the⁠‍‌ liquor bottle again,‌​​ felt Nibelun’s gaze‍⁠ on him. Nibelun’s‍​ amber eyes, now‌​⁠ narrowed vertically, seemed⁠​ to hold a dragon that knew⁠‍​ nothing.

“That’s‌ why we continue‍ to wander the‍‌​ continent, seeking the‍ mysteries that fled‌​‌ from the dragon‌ back then.”

After‌‌ losing their home​‌​ and seeing their‌‌⁠ mysteries scattered, the‍ beastmen continued to‌ wander the continent,‍‍ aimlessly, even centuries‌​ later.

Although⁠ it wasn’t something‍‌‍ he had done,​‍ the story, intertwined​ with his roots,⁠ made Vlad feel‌​‌ strangely complicated.

“Oh,‌‌ I see a city there.”

“Huh?”⁠

But,‌ even amid his​​ confusion, their steps‌‌‌ continued to lead‌‍‌ them to their⁠ destination.

A white city, covered⁠‌‍ in snow, could⁠ be seen in​⁠​ the distance. Sturma,‍​​ with its enormous‌‍ walls, welcomed them.‌‍

The​⁠ small flag hanging⁠‍ behind Noir began⁠ to flutter vigorously,‍ as if recognizing⁠⁠ the city where‍ it had been⁠‌‌ born.

***‍

The⁠‍‍ capital of Bayezid,​ Sturma.

The‍ guards who patrolled‍⁠ the area recognized‌​ Vlad and greeted⁠‌ him with impeccable⁠⁠‍ posture.

“I‌ haven’t even said⁠ a word, and⁠‍ they already recognize‍ me.”

“I’ve‌⁠ spent a lot​ of time here.”‌⁠‌

Vlad‌​​ smiled slightly at⁠‍‌ the memory of⁠‌ how he used​ to be, seeing‌‌⁠ Nibelun, who still⁠‌ wasn’t used to‌‍‍ such a reception,‌‍⁠ looking around nervously.‌

‘You‌​⁠ idiot! Aren’t you​‌‌ going to put⁠ that away immediately?’⁠‌‌

Jager’s‌⁠‌ voice echoed as⁠⁠‍ they rode, but‌‍ at that moment,​⁠ he was excited.⁠‍‌

Finally,⁠ it was time‍​ to use the‌‍‍ identification that Priest‍ Andreas had given​​‌ him.

Even‍⁠‌ though Joseph was‍‌ at the front,‌ Vlad insisted on‌ showing his identification‍⁠‍ to the guards,‍​ feeling at that​‌ moment as if‌⁠ he had the‍​ world in his⁠ hands.

-Welcome‌​ back to Sturma,​ Lord Vlad!

However,⁠​​ now, in front⁠ of Vlad, there‍‌ was no Joseph,‍ and he didn’t​ have the identification‍‍‌ in his hand,⁠⁠ but Sturma recognized‍‍‍ him.

Seeing⁠‍‍ the city gates‍⁠ that he could‍ now pass through‍​ without showing anything‍⁠​ given to him⁠‌ by someone else,‍‍ Vlad scratched his⁠ cheek.

“Ohhh…⁠ This is Sturma.”​‍​

Though‌​ it wasn’t as‌‍ large as Bastopol,‌ Nibelun began to⁠ look at the​​ ancient city of​‍ Sturma with bright​‌ eyes.

Even‌ though Vlad couldn’t‌​⁠ see it, in⁠‍​ Nibelun’s world, mysteries​‌ seemed to float⁠​⁠ all over the​⁠ city.

“Don’t⁠ get distracted. There’s‍⁠ no one here⁠⁠ to take care‌ of you.”

“It’s‍ quite an impressive‌⁠ city. By the​‌ way, where are‌‌ we going now?”‍‍

Although‌‌⁠ he was told​​ to behave, Nibelun⁠​​ seemed to have‌​‍ no intention of‌ listening.

Vlad,‍‍ thinking it must‍‍‍ be the curious‌‍ nature of beastmen,‌ just clicked his‍‍ tongue.

“To⁠ Bayezid’s mansion.”

Vlad’s​​ gaze, in response​ to Nibelun’s question,‌ was directed to⁠​ the highest point‌‌ in the city.⁠

Bayezid’s‍⁠‌ mansion. The place⁠⁠ where he took‍ his first steps‍ as a knight.‍⁠

Joseph’s⁠ office, filled with⁠⁠ light, was still‍ clearly in his​ mind.

***‍

“Well,​‍ look who’s here!”‌​

“It’s‌‌‌ been a long‌‌‍ time, Sir Gregory.”⁠‌

The​ first person to‌‍ greet Vlad as‌‌‌ he entered the‍ mansion was Knight‍‌ Gregory.

“You‍ should have let‍​ us know you​ were coming!”

“I⁠‌‌ didn’t have time‍⁠ to send a message.”

The⁠‍⁠ older knight who‍⁠ had guided Vlad​‌ from the fog-filled‍‌ village, Gregory, smiled‍⁠ as he measured‍‌​ Vlad’s height, which​⁠ seemed to have⁠ grown a bit‍‌ since the last​ time.

“Portly‌⁠​ has grown stagnant‌ over time, but‌​ you keep shooting​​‌ up.”

“How‌‍ is Portly?”

“Since‌ you’re here, you‌​ should go see‌‍ him.”

Although⁠‌‍ not as much⁠ as in Soara,⁠‍ Vlad had warm‌ relationships in Sturma‍ as well.

Although⁠⁠ it was less⁠⁠⁠ than a year,⁠‌ Sturma was the‌⁠‌ city where Vlad‍​ achieved the greatest‍ realization of his⁠​⁠ life.

“By⁠ the way, what‌‍ happened with that?‌‌⁠ I heard Bastopol‌⁠ was attacked by‌ the Centrals.”

“That​​ is…”

As‍‌ he tried to‌‍‌ respond to Gregory’s‍⁠ question, Vlad noticed​⁠⁠ the presence of⁠‌‌ other knights around.​

Far‍ away, close by,​ or in unseen⁠‍⁠ places.

They​⁠ all tried to‍‍⁠ appear normal, but‌⁠​ they were attentive‌ to what Vlad​‌‍ was saying.

“Sir‍ Vlad. If you’re‍‍‍ not too tired,‌ would you like‌ to see the‍ Countess first?”

“…I’ll​ speak about it⁠‍‌ later.”

The⁠‌ person who needed​ to be informed​‍⁠ first about Peter⁠ and Rutiger’s news⁠ was Oksana Bayezid,‌ the mistress of‍​‌ the mansion.

The‌⁠ person who took​‌‌ care of the‌‌‍ mansion and Sturma⁠‌ in place of‍​ the head of⁠ the family and‌‌ his children, who​‍ were always absent.​‌

Seeing‍‍ the butler’s unease‌‌⁠ among the knights,‍ Vlad could deduce⁠ how much Oksana​‍ was eager to⁠⁠⁠ hear the news.‍

“Please,‌⁠​ lead the way,⁠⁠‌ butler.”

“Thank‌ you, Sir Vlad.”‌​⁠

With‌⁠‍ Nibelun following, Vlad‌‍ walked through the‍ familiar hallways guided‍ by the butler.‍

Although⁠⁠⁠ it was a brief ray of⁠‌ winter light, the‌ hallways, filled with‍​⁠ a yellowish tint,‌​⁠ were exactly as​ he remembered.

“…​‍ Do I look‍​⁠ presentable?”

“What?”⁠‌

“Nothing’s‌ broken or out‍⁠ of place, right?”‍‍

Hearing‍​​ Vlad’s cautious question​​ about his appearance,⁠ Nibelun was a bit surprised.

Vlad‌‍‌ seemed more nervous​ than when he‍‍ met the Duke​ of Iron in​‌ the North, which​‌ was very unusual.‍‌‍

“You​‍‌ look perfectly presentable.​⁠‍ Completely.”

Apparently,‍⁠⁠ Nibelun’s words reassured‍‍ Vlad, whose face‍ began to relax.‌​

“Are​‍⁠ you ready? May​​ I announce you?”‌‌​

“Yes.”‌

In‍ front of the‍⁠‍ door to the​‍​ parlor, Vlad adjusted‌‌ his clothes one‍ last time and‌​ nodded to indicate‍⁠⁠ he was ready.‌⁠​

Knock,‍‌ knock, knock.

Seeing⁠‌​ the door the‍ butler knocked on,‌⁠‌ Vlad took a deep breath.

But,‌ even though he​ tried to brace‍‍ himself, he knew‍​⁠ very well that​⁠​ all his effort⁠‍ would be in‌ vain in front‌ of the woman⁠⁠ behind that door.‌‍​

“It‍ has been a while, Vlad.”

As⁠⁠ the door opened,‌‌ a familiar scent⁠⁠⁠ filled the air.‍‍

A scent he hadn’t​‍ felt in a long time but‍ had always been‍⁠‌ deep in his⁠⁠‌ memory.

“Maybe​⁠ I should call‌ you Sir Vlad⁠‍ now.”

Seeing​ the lady smiling​ with that scent,⁠ Vlad lost the⁠​⁠ words he had⁠​⁠ prepared and began‍‌​ to murmur.

Although‍ he had met‌ many people since⁠‍​ stepping into the‍ outside world, he‌⁠ didn’t know how‌⁠ to behave in‍​ front of this⁠ woman.

“Would​​​ you like a cup of tea?”‌‍⁠

“No,⁠​ thank you.”

“Lord‍ Ramund recently tried​ growing tea in‌​⁠ his territory.”

“…”​

Even⁠‍ though he said‌ no, it seemed⁠​ the tea would​‌‌ be served anyway.‌

For​​ Vlad, who came‌‍ from a cold​‌ day, Oksana began​ to prepare the‍ tea herself.

“Who​‌ is this person⁠ beside you?”

“I‍⁠‌ am Nibelun. Vlad’s​ new magical advisor.”‍​‍

Under​​ Oksana’s gaze, Nibelun‍​‍ bowed his head‌ and began to⁠‌ observe the room⁠⁠⁠ silently, which was⁠⁠‍ unusual for him.‌⁠‌

However,‍​ he soon seemed​ captivated by the⁠​‍ various tea leaves‍​⁠ arranged by the​​‌ window.

“I‍‌⁠ heard you just​ came from Bastopol.‍‌ How are the​‍ head of the‌⁠ family and Rutiger?”‌

The​ news of the‍ attack on Bastopol​ by the dragon‌⁠​ knights was something‍⁠​ that concerned Oksana.‌​

Knowing‍‍ this, Vlad began‍⁠ to answer as‍ detailed as he‍ could about what​ he knew.

However,⁠⁠ while speaking, he​ tried to omit‍‌‌ the most dangerous‌ parts, only out‍ of consideration for​‍​ Oksana.

“…It​‌ must have been​​⁠ hard for you.”​

But‌‍ if Oksana couldn’t‌ deduce what wasn’t​‌ said, she wouldn’t⁠ be the lady‍‌⁠ of Bayezid.

Understanding‍‌⁠ what Vlad had⁠⁠‌ gone through, Oksana‍​ smiled with effort.​

“By⁠‌ the way, it‍‌ seems you’ve gained⁠‌ some weight since⁠‌ last time.”

“Really?”​

Having‌ arrived with the‍ harsh wind, Vlad⁠‌ looked down at‍ Oksana’s smile.

Though‍ Zemina and Alicia‌ also smiled at⁠​ him, Oksana’s smile‌‍‍ was different.

“When​ I first saw‍ you, you looked⁠ all bones. Now‍‍ you seem to‍ have regained your⁠⁠ form.”

Leaving‌‌​ the teacup, Oksana‌‌⁠ began to stroke⁠‍‍ Vlad’s head.

Though⁠‌ the spot where‍ her breath touched​​​ tickled, Vlad looked⁠ into Oksana’s eyes.‍⁠‌

“I’m⁠‍‍ glad to see‍​ you’re well.”

“It’s⁠​​ the first time‍ I’ve heard that,​‌​ even though I have two sons.”​⁠

Seeing‍‍⁠ Vlad worried about‍ her well-being, Oksana’s​ eyes curved in‌ a smile.

Knowing‍​​ that the boy‍​‌ who once showed‍ only thorns now⁠ knew how to​ be gentle, gladdened⁠ Oksana.

“…”​⁠

However,‌⁠ though Vlad smiled​‍‍ with his mouth,⁠‌‌ he couldn’t with​‌‌ his eyes.

Because‍​​ he saw the‍⁠‍ worries on Oksana’s‍⁠⁠ face that were⁠‌⁠ hard to erase.‌

“Joseph‍ will also be‍ glad to know‍⁠‌ you’re back.”

“Really?”⁠​‍

The​ smile that once‌ melted the cold​‍ winter seemed a bit weaker now,⁠ which saddened Vlad.​​⁠

A mother ages faster‍‌‌ worrying about her‌⁠ child.

That’s‍‍‌ why Vlad could‌⁠‌ now also see⁠​‍ the wrinkles on​⁠‌ Oksana’s face.

But⁠‍ still, seeing Oksana​ trying hard to​‌‌ hide her worries‍⁠⁠ and smile, Vlad⁠‍ also tried to​⁠ show only a smile.

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