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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 198: The Smile of a Mother (2)

Chapter 198: The Smile of a Mother (2)

Joseph’s‌ office was situated‌‌‍ at the end​‍‌ of the hallway⁠‌ on the third‍‌ floor.

Though⁠​ it was a secluded place, it⁠ was quiet and⁠⁠ allowed one to​‍ immerse in their​⁠​ thoughts.

Vlad⁠⁠‌ had always appreciated‍‌ that space, where​⁠‍ sunlight lingered the⁠‍⁠ longest within the‍⁠ Bayezid mansion.

“Mr.‌‌ Joseph, I have⁠ arrived,” said Vlad‌‍ as he knocked‍ on the familiar‍‍​ door.

While‌​ waiting, he looked⁠​‍ out the hallway⁠⁠⁠ window. The afternoon⁠​ sunlight filtering through​​ the glass was‌‌ just like in‍​ his days as​ a squire.

“Come‌⁠‌ in,” a voice‌⁠ called from inside.‍‌ The scene that‍ greeted him upon‍‌​ opening the door‍ was also familiar.‍⁠‍ Jager stood with⁠‌ his usual indifferent‍‌​ expression, and Bordan⁠​ was seated at⁠‌‍ the visitor’s table,‍‍ reviewing documents.

“You‍⁠⁠ did well to‍‌ come all this⁠​ way, Vlad,” said‍‍⁠ Joseph. Although much​ had happened since⁠‌ then, the unchanged​‍ view of the⁠ office comforted Vlad.​

“I⁠‌ have returned, Sir‍ Joseph,” said Vlad,‌⁠ not realizing he⁠‍ was using those‍​‌ words instead of‍​ many other possible‍‌ greetings.

With​⁠‌ each step he‌⁠‌ took, the scenery‍ around him transformed,‍‍ but that place⁠​​ remained the same‍ as the first⁠ time he saw​​ it.

“Well​ done.”

However,‍ one thing had⁠ changed in that‌ place where it​ seemed time had​ stopped: Joseph, sitting​ before him with⁠ the sunlight behind‌ him, looked much‌⁠ more haggard than‍​‌ the last time⁠⁠ they met.

Seeing‍ Joseph in that‍⁠‌ state added a touch of sadness​⁠ to Vlad’s smile.‍‍

Joseph‌​‌ paused while taking⁠ out tea from​⁠ the cabinet and,‌⁠​ after a moment’s⁠⁠ hesitation, grabbed a bottle of whisky.‌ He must have‌ remembered that Vlad⁠ liked that whisky.​‍

“You’ve‍‍‌ already got yourself​ a mage. You’re⁠​​ better than I am,” said Joseph.​

“His‍‍‍ name is Nibelun,⁠‌ Sir Joseph.”

Joseph,‍ who had brought‌‍​ the bottle, looked​‌‌ at Nibelun with‍ curiosity. It was‌‍ hard not to‌ notice the man‍ with amber eyes​‍ and blue fur.‍⁠

“Are⁠⁠ you from the​​ south? A mage​‌‌ with amber eyes​⁠ and blue fur…”‍‌ murmured Joseph, narrowing‌‍ his eyes as​​ he observed Nibelun.⁠ Though he was​ gaunt, Joseph’s eyes‌ shone brightly.

“You⁠ seem to be‌⁠ from the main‌⁠‌ island,” he added.⁠‌​

“Yes,​‍⁠ you guessed right,”​​‌ replied Nibelun, surprised.‌‌

“No,​​ I just deduced‌​‍ and it appears⁠‍​ I was correct,”‍⁠ said Joseph. He‍ was good at​​ drawing conclusions from​‌ the information he​⁠​ had and his⁠​ intuition.

Vlad,⁠ who had spent‌⁠ some time with⁠‌⁠ Nibelun and barely‌ knew where he‌ was from, looked​‍ at Joseph in⁠‌ amazement.

“I’ve⁠ heard about your‌‍ exploits. You accomplished‍ something in Bastopol⁠⁠ this time, didn’t‍‍‌ you?” continued Joseph.​​‌

“It​​ was nothing extraordinary,”​‍‍ replied Vlad.

There‍​‌ was no need‍‍ to envy what​ one did not‍​ have, Vlad thought,‌ as he also​‌ possessed things that⁠​​ Joseph did not.‍

Both⁠​‌ complemented each other‍ like puzzle pieces,‍ each providing what‌⁠⁠ the other lacked.​‌​

“Destroying⁠ Mirshea of Dragulia‍‌‌ is no small‌​ feat. That’s beyond‍‍‍ modesty,” commented Joseph.​

“Really?”‌ said Vlad, glancing​‍‍ at Jager as‍‌⁠ if seeking approval.​‌ He seemed a bit boastful, like‌ a young man‌⁠​ who had not‍ yet fully matured.‌

“What‌ are you looking‌⁠‌ at?” asked Jager.⁠

“Nothing,”​ replied Vlad. Jager,​‍ who would have‌‌ once kicked Vlad​ in the shin⁠​ for behaving that​⁠ way, now refrained‌ from doing so.⁠‌‍

He‌‍ could no longer⁠⁠⁠ do it, not‌ just because Vlad‌ had surpassed his‌‌ status, but because⁠‍ he understood that‌‍ Vlad was seeking‍​​ his approval.

“Thank‌ you for coming⁠ all this way‌‍ to see me,”‍ said Joseph as‌ he poured Vlad​‌ a drink.

With‍‍ a deep look,‌ he added, “As‌ we said when‌​ we parted, you‌‍ didn’t have to⁠⁠ come back. Especially‌⁠‌ seeing how far⁠​⁠ you’ve come.”

Joseph‌ raised his glass,⁠‌ reflecting on Vlad’s‍‌ growth, who was‌ now beyond his​‍‌ reach in many⁠ ways.

“Our‌‌‌ contract is over.‌‌⁠ I have nothing‍ more to offer⁠‍ you and you​​ nothing to take‌‍​ from me,” said​​ Joseph, the atmosphere‌‌⁠ in the office​‌⁠ growing heavier.

The⁠⁠ loyalty between them⁠ had been based‍ on honor rather⁠‌⁠ than allegiance, but‌‌‍ the fact that‌ Joseph mentioned the‍‍ end of the‌⁠⁠ contract was his‌​ final act of​ consideration toward Vlad.​

“I‍‍ will soon depart‌ for Nassau. My‌ only hope now⁠ lies with the‍⁠ dwarves of Nidavellir,”‍ added Joseph. With‌​⁠ Sturma no longer⁠ an option, he‌⁠⁠ was heading towards‍‍ the sea in⁠‌‍ search of an‍⁠ uncertain future.

In‌‍​ the silence of‌⁠ the office, the​‌‍ sound of a plate sliding broke​ the calm.

Bordan⁠⁠‍ offered Vlad a tray of sweets,‍ looking at him‍ with an anxious‌⁠‍ gaze.

Though​​ he was Joseph’s‌‌ knight, his contract‌ with him had‍​⁠ ended, and although⁠‍‍ he was Bayezid’s⁠⁠‌ knight, he had​⁠ been able to⁠⁠​ become independent from⁠‍ the moment he‍⁠ received the surname​ of Aureo.

And‍‌ this whole process⁠​‌ was a legitimate‍‌‌ freedom that took⁠​ place with the‌⁠‍ consent of Joseph​ and Peter.

“…I​‌⁠ plan to become‌‍​ independent,” said Vlad,⁠‍​ looking at the‌​ sweets. “You took​‍ me in, Sir‌‌ Joseph, and Bayezid‍⁠⁠ gave me a home, but now‍​ I know I am free. However,‌​ if you permit‍ me, this time‍ I want to​​‌ accompany you, Sir‌​​ Joseph. Even though⁠​ the contract has​⁠ ended, I feel‍ I still owe⁠‍​ you a debt.”⁠

Joseph‌​ nodded, understanding that​ Vlad would no⁠ longer follow orders​​ but his own⁠ will.

“Then,‌​ let’s prepare for‍‌ the journey to​⁠‌ Nassau,” said Joseph,⁠ raising his glass‌ high. Though he‌ regretted Vlad’s departure,⁠ he was proud​ of the knight⁠ he had become,​ one of the‌⁠ greatest achievements of‍ his life.

“This​​ time, we head‍‌ to the sea.”​​

The​⁠​ last to leave,‍‍​ Joseph, was preparing⁠​ for his own‍ odyssey, knowing he‌‌ had fulfilled his‍​ final duty.

***⁠‌​

Three‌‌ days have passed‌‍ since we arrived‍ in Sturma.

However,⁠⁠ the reason you​​ can’t leave immediately,​ even if you‍​​ decide to, is‍‌‍ probably because you‍‍ need to ensure​‍⁠ the preparations are⁠‍⁠ complete for traveling‌ in the middle​⁠‍ of winter.

Even‍​‌ now, the courtyard​ was filled with⁠ luggage stacked for‍‌‍ Joseph’s departure procession.‌⁠

“Nidavellir…​⁠ Nidavellir. Nidavellir.”

“Yes.​⁠ Nidavellir.”

Nibelun‌ seemed excited at‍ the idea of‍‍⁠ going to an‌⁠ unknown land he​ had never visited⁠‍ before.

However,⁠​⁠ unlike Nibelun, Vlad‌‍‌ was filled with⁠​‌ uncomfortable feelings.

“…Those‌‍ arrogant bastards…”

“Huh?”​⁠‌

Vlad,​‍​ who had been⁠‍ looking out the⁠‌​ window with his​⁠⁠ arms crossed, began‍⁠ to leave as‍​‌ if he couldn’t​‍ take it anymore.‍

The‍‌ fluttering steps seemed‌⁠‍ to show how​⁠ angry Vlad felt.‍‌​

“…That’s‍⁠‍ why you’re upset.”⁠​

Nibelun‌‌ looked out the‌ window to see⁠​ what was happening​‌⁠ and understood Vlad’s⁠ feelings upon seeing‍⁠ the scene below.⁠

The⁠ servants showed a disingenuous attitude despite​ Bordan’s reprimand.

Joseph‌ was a descendant‍ of Bayezid and‍‍ the countess’s son,⁠⁠ but the servants’‍ attitude was indifferent,​‍‌ as if those⁠⁠​ words were now‌‌‍ a thing of⁠⁠ the past.

“Can‌‌ I carry this?”‍

“Yes?”‍

“Can‌ I carry this?”​

One​‌ of the joking⁠⁠‍ servants was surprised‍‍ to see Vlad​​ growling in front‍ of him.

“No.‌‍ I… I…”

“No.‌‍ It seems you‌‍ all are having⁠ a hard time,​⁠‌ so take a break.”

A noble knight.

However,⁠‍​ the servants silently​​‌ screamed in astonishment‌ when they saw⁠​⁠ Vlad carrying the‍‌ luggage in his‍‌​ hand with his‌ sword strapped to‌⁠ his back.

“I’ll⁠ let you rest‍ a bit after⁠​ this.”

“We’re‍‍ sorry, Sir Vlad!”‍

Vlad’s​‍ dark eyes while⁠‌​ he carried each​ load were colder⁠ than the snowstorm⁠ hitting Sturma’s walls.⁠‌‍

Bordan,⁠ seeing Vlad carrying‌⁠ luggage from afar,‍ sighed as if‌‍ he were speechless.‌‍

It‌‍ seemed unfamiliar because​‌ it revealed the‍⁠⁠ pitiful appearance he‍⁠ had tried so‍‌ hard to hide.​‌‍

“It‌ wasn’t this bad​​ originally…”

“Let’s​‌‌ hurry. Before Sir⁠ Joseph sees it.”‍⁠

Bordan⁠ felt embarrassed discovering⁠​‌ the current situation,⁠​​ but Vlad was​ silently moving the‍ luggage as if‍ nothing had happened.⁠‍

He‌‌ just hurried because​‌ he didn’t want⁠​⁠ Joseph to see‌‍ what he was⁠⁠ seeing instead of‍ bothering to carry‍​⁠ the load.

“I‍ told you to⁠‍‌ rest, you bastards!”‍‍

“Your​‌‌ personality is still‌ the same, Vlad.”​⁠‌

Vlad‌‍ was yelling at‍​ the servant trying‌ to carry the‌‌⁠ luggage, but the⁠⁠ voice he heard‌⁠ was very familiar.‌⁠‍

“…Portly?”​

“Hehe.‌⁠‍ How have you‌ been?”

The⁠‌ only friend and‌​ source of water​‍‍ he received from‌ Sturma.

Portly,​⁠ the youngest member‍ of the Kannor⁠ family, carried the⁠ luggage with trembling‌‌‌ cheeks, looking even⁠ chubbier.

“What⁠‍ is going on‍‌ here?”

“I​‌‍ came because you​​ said you were‌​‍ here… No!”

However,⁠‌ although he had​ tried to move​⁠ it, he had​‌​ to set the⁠‍‍ box down immediately,‌‍⁠ probably because he‍ didn’t have the⁠ strength to carry⁠⁠ it.

“I​‌ didn’t know you‍ were doing this‍ here.”

“I⁠ didn’t know I would be here‍ like this.”

Vlad⁠‍ had a stern⁠‍ expression on his‍ face while looking‍‍⁠ at Portly, whom⁠ he hadn’t seen⁠‍ in a long‌‌ time, but he‌‌ didn’t let go‌ of the grim‌ look in his‌ eyes.

The​‌ servants approached hesitantly‌ to carry the⁠ luggage, but their‌‍⁠ pale faces remained​‍ the same.

“…Since​‌ when has it‌‍ been like this?”​‌

“It’s‌​⁠ fine. In fact,‌ Sir Joseph fell‍‌ seriously ill as‌⁠‌ soon as he‍​ arrived here.”

Not‌ only did he⁠‌ lose his right‍​​ by being eliminated‌​​ from the competition‍⁠​ for head of‌ the family, but​ Joseph suffered greatly⁠ as soon as‌ he arrived.

Perhaps‌​ some of Bayezid’s⁠‌ vassals would have‍​⁠ preferred to die‍‍‌ like this.

“I​​‍ guess it was⁠ a big problem⁠​​ because the priests‌‌‌ also came. It‍‌ seems now you’ve‍⁠ regained your strength.”‌‍‍

“Yes?”​‍‌

Portly‌ responded while carrying‌⁠⁠ the luggage despite​ the difficulty, but‍​ Vlad’s feelings were‍⁠⁠ mixed when he‍‌‍ heard that.

It‍ was certainly a difficult sight for‌‍‍ anyone to see‍‍‌ the person who‌‌‌ was like a tree blocking his​ way gradually declining.‌​​

“I’ll⁠‌‌ follow you on‌‌‍ this journey as​‌ well. I think​‌ we’ll probably serve​ Sir Joseph together‍‍ until then.”

“Why?”​

“This⁠‍​ time a new‍‌ branch opened in​‌ Nassau. I think​​ I’ll be working​‌‌ there now.”

With‌‍ those words, Portly‍‌⁠ pulled a bundle‍​ of paper from⁠​​ his arms and⁠⁠‍ waved it in‍‌‍ front of Vlad.‌

“What’s​‍ that? Sausage?”

“It’s‍⁠ similar.”

When‍‍‌ I unwrapped the‌‌ paper, what I found was not⁠ a bright red⁠‍ sausage but a piece of yellow‌ meat with an‌ unusual shape.

“It’s‌‌‍ like a sausage​‍ made from fish​ meat. Bayezid is‌⁠ now facing the⁠​‌ sea, right? I think there will​ definitely be demand.”‌‌

“Wow.”​

When‍ Portly gestured for​⁠ him to try⁠‍‍ it, Vlad took‌‍​ a bite without​​⁠ hesitation.

The‌ salty flavor that‍ spread was indeed⁠ a completely different⁠‍ taste from any⁠‍ sausage he had‍​ ever tried.

“There’s​⁠ something called squid​⁠⁠ on the west​ coast. I think⁠‍ it will work‌‌ well if you‍‍‍ use it.”

“Squid?​ I saw that​ once too.”

Vlad,⁠‍ who was stuffing⁠‍⁠ a new sausage,‍‌‌ heard Portly’s words​⁠ and recalled the⁠⁠⁠ strange creatures that‌ had followed the⁠⁠ ship by the‌ night sea when‌‌⁠ they were escaping​‌‍ from Nassau.

Although‌ the appearance was‍‌ strange, it seemed‌ to remind me‌‍​ of Harven’s words​​ when he said‌​ it tasted good.‌‌

“Do‌ you have more‌ of this? If​ you do, let’s​‍ go to my​‍ room later and‌‌ eat some more.”‌​⁠

Now,​⁠ looking at the⁠​​ servants moving quickly,​⁠ Vlad pulled out⁠​ a familiar bottle‌ of liquor from​ a nearby box.‍

“This‌⁠‍ was here.”

“What​‍⁠ is that?”

A bottle of liquor,​ filled with a dull brown color,‌ gleamed in Vlad’s⁠⁠ hand.

Portly‍ frowned involuntarily when​‌​ he saw the‍‌ bottle, which seemed‍ somewhat sticky.

“This‍ kind of drink⁠⁠ goes well with⁠ a bad day⁠​ like today.”

Joseph‌ probably remembered the‌​ dwarves who liked​⁠ Captain Q.

Vlad‌ nodded, looking at​‍ the bottle of‌​⁠ alcohol he had⁠​ brought specifically for‍ departing to their​⁠ land.

“Let’s⁠‌‌ finish this quickly‌ and go.”

“Go?⁠​⁠ There are servants.”⁠

“I‌⁠​ know what these‍ people will do⁠ after I leave.”​

Vlad,​​⁠ worried about leaving⁠ Bordan alone, decided⁠ to finish his⁠‌​ work and go.‌

It⁠‍ seemed they had⁠​⁠ already hired some‌‌ people to help‍‌ with the luggage‌‌⁠ while they moved‍ it.

“…”​​​

The‍ work resumed in⁠ the bloody atmosphere‌‍‍ created by Vlad.‌‌

The‌‍⁠ servants carrying the​ luggage, unable to‍‌⁠ even breathe properly,‍ began loading Joseph’s‌‌ luggage with a tense look, unlike‍⁠ before.

Bordan‍ nodded as if⁠​ finally satisfied while⁠​ watching them pour‍‍‍ their sincerity into​‌ every piece of‍⁠ luggage they unloaded.‍‍

“…Thank⁠⁠‌ you very much.”‌‌

There‍ were eyes silently⁠ watching Vlad move​⁠ his luggage from‌‍⁠ up there.

The​‌ noblewoman with green⁠‌‌ hair simply watched‍ the knight carrying‌‌⁠ the luggage for‌‌​ her son.

The‍⁠⁠ knight who returned‍ with her son‌‌⁠ when everyone else⁠‌​ was leaving.

Although​​‍ all that was‍‍ given were some‍ sets of clothes⁠‌ and armor, the‍‍ interest at that​‍‌ time seemed very‌​ warm for Vlad.⁠‌​

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