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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Shoara‌‌ city.

Shoara‍​‌ is one of​‍ the three cities⁠‌ owned by the⁠ family of Count⁠⁠‍ Bayezid and always‍⁠⁠ bustling with people.⁠‌​

It‍⁠ was not only⁠ the central hub​​‌ of northern logistics‌ where two rivers​⁠ converged, but also‌​ a city that⁠ thrived by the‌​‍ power of the‌ Bayezid family, a prestigious family in​​‌ the north

Therefore,‍ people often referred‍ to the Shoara‌⁠‌ city as the‌ “lighthouse of the‌‌ north” because it​‌ shone as brightly⁠ at night as⁠​​ it did during​ the day.

However,‍⁠​ there were always‍​‌ shadows under the⁠‌​ lamp.

There​⁠​ was one area⁠ in the city‌⁠ where everything was⁠⁠ concealed under the⁠‌‌ radiant city lights,​‍⁠ and everyone knew‍‌​ it but turned⁠‌‍ a blind eye.​‍​

That‍ place was the‌ slum area, where‌‍​ all the dirty⁠​ and filthy things‌‍‍ of Shoara were​​ gathered.

“The⁠‍‍ candle of the⁠​ second floor cost‍‍ 20 silver, and‌​ the third floor‍‍ cost 30 silver.”‍

“….Is​‍​ there a discount‍ if I buy⁠⁠ a lot at‍​⁠ once?”

“20⁠⁠ silver, 30 silver.”​‌‌

“Hey​ Vlad, remember how‌ many loaves of​‌‌ bread I gave⁠‌‍ you when you⁠ used to beg​‍ on the streets?⁠ Can you give⁠‍ me a little⁠​⁠ extra!”

A middle-aged man with​‍ half of his‌ head shaved shouted​ in a tongue-twisting‍⁠⁠ accent, but the‍​‌ blond boy paid⁠ him no mind.‌‌‌

“If​‍ you don’t have‌ money, go home‌‍ and rub your‌‌ wife’s ass.”

“Ah~!⁠ Look at this​​⁠ little punk. Is‍‍⁠ it because you‍‌‍ don’t have parents‌​ to teach you?​ Don’t….”

The⁠ air was damp⁠‌ with desire and‍​‌ lust.

The‌ continuous music and​ people’s shouts filled‍⁠ the extravagantly decorated‍⁠​ four-story building, but…‍‍⁠

“…..eyes,⁠‌‌ what’s with your‍‍​ fucking eyes!”

The⁠ middle-aged man, who‌ was now quite‍‌‌ drunk, could no‌ longer hear any‌‍‍ sounds.

The‍​‌ only thing all⁠⁠ his senses could​ see was the‌ blue eyes of‌ the blonde boy⁠ sitting in front⁠ of him.

He‍‍‌ had eyes that​ carried a strange‌ heavy weight that​ did not look⁠ like that of⁠‍⁠ a boy who​‍​ had just turned​​‌ 16.

“…..Maybe‍‌ because you don’t​​ know who your‍ father is, and‌ your mother died​‍ a long time‌​​ ago, you turned⁠ out like this.”‍

Vlad⁠‌ lowered his head​ and tapped the⁠ table with his​‍ fingers.

“Your‌⁠ children also hope⁠ that their father​‍ lives a long‌ and healthy life,‍⁠‍ so they don’t‍‌⁠ end up like‍‍ me.”

“Give‍‍ me 3 candles‌‍ for the second⁠ floor!”

The​​‌ middle-aged man regained​‍‌ his composure after⁠ avoiding Vlad’s gaze.​ He quickly grabbed⁠ the candles and‍⁠​ dropped the silver⁠ coin as if⁠‍​ tossing it away.⁠​​

“Customer-nim,‌⁠‍ this is a 100-silver coin, you​​ know?”

“Just‌‌ take it, you‍ bastard!”

“Have⁠ a good night,​‍‍ customer-nim!”

“You​ blue-eyed bastard!”

Earlier,‍ Vlad had been‍⁠‍ looking at him⁠‍ like he was​‍ going to eat​‍‌ him, but with‌⁠‌ the unexpected tip,‍​ Vlad didn’t hesitate⁠‍ to bow deeply.​

“….Tastes‍ good.”

Vlad​‌​ said as he⁠ looked at the⁠ 100-silver coin in⁠‌ his hand.

Although⁠⁠⁠ Shoara was a developed city with​ numerous brothels, there‍ were few places‌​ as renowned as‍ the “Rose’s Smiles.”​‍​

This​‍ place was famous‌‍​ not only for⁠‌ the exceptional beauty⁠ of its owner​‍‍ and madam, Marcella,‍‌‌ but also for‍​ the quality of‌⁠ its drinks, women,​ and occasional services.‌​

Therefore,‍‍ even someone like​‌⁠ Vlad, who simply‌ sat here and​⁠‍ sold candles, had​​ no difficulty collecting‌​​ a penny or⁠ two in the⁠⁠ name of tips.​​

Of​ course, the process‍ could be quite​⁠ rough.

“Aaaaargh!”‍‍‌

“You⁠‍ damn bitch! Just‍‍⁠ sell your body​ quietly, why are‍​ you scamming people!”‌⁠

In‍‍​ the corridor on‌‍ the second floor,‌​‌ one of the‍​‍ prostitutes was being​‌ dragged out by⁠ her hair and​​⁠ beaten by a customer.

“How‍⁠⁠ did I scam​‍​ you?”

“I’ve​​ been a mercenary‌ for 20 years!​‌ You’re selling useless‌‌ drugs!”

The‌‍‍ brown-haired prostitute had‌ her arms stretched⁠⁠⁠ forward as if​​ she was more‍ afraid of the⁠​ man’s fists swinging‍​ in front of​ her than the‌ shame of her​‍‍ exposed breasts.

“There’s‌⁠ never a quiet‌‌ day.”

Vlad​‌⁠ sighed and picked‌ up the candles⁠⁠​ in front of⁠‍⁠ him, then headed​‍ upstairs to the‍ second floor.

“Customer-nim,​ what’s going on?”‌

“Vlad!‍‌‌ Please save me!”⁠

“Why’s‍​⁠ this damn little​ kid here? Call‍​ your Madam over‌⁠​ here, you bastard!”​

Vlad​ quietly placed the‌‍ tray he was‌⁠ holding in the​⁠‍ corridor and sighed.‍‍‌

“If‍ you want to‍‍‍ meet our Madam,‌‍ you’ll need gold‍​ coins, not silver​ coins.”

“What​ kind of gold⁠​‍ coins are you⁠⁠‌ talking about when⁠⁠ you are running‌ such a shitty⁠⁠ business! You bastard!‍‌‌ Bring your mother​⁠ if madam is⁠‌‌ not here!”

Several​​​ people who were​‍ drinking in the​​‌ first floor lobby​⁠‍ began to watch‍ with interest as‌​ the commotion that‍ had started in‍⁠‌ the second-floor corridor​⁠​ spread throughout the‍ building.

Prostitutes​⁠ were engaged in‌‌ debauchery while being​‍ on their knees.‌‌​

Everyone‌⁠​ was holding beer‍‌ in their left‍‍​ hand and cigarettes⁠⁠⁠ in their right,‌‌ as if eager​‍‌ to watch the‌‍ most entertaining fight‍ in the world.‍‌

“…Tell‍⁠‍ me your problem.”⁠‍‌

Vlad⁠ asked the man‍‌ who claimed to​⁠ have been a mercenary for twenty⁠ years while covering‍‍ his eyes with⁠‍ his palms.

“This​⁠⁠ candle!”

The⁠​‌ man, frustrated with​⁠ Vlad’s questioning, threw‍⁠‍ the candle and⁠ yelled, “Isn’t this​​ a 7-minute candle?⁠‌‌ Why the hell‌ is it burning⁠ all the way‍ down just after​‍ I take my⁠⁠⁠ pants off!”

Vlad‍ watched the slowly​‍​ rolling candle with‍‌ indifferent expression.

The​‍ rose candle is​ used as a timekeeping tool.

It‍⁠​ took seven minutes‍​‌ to burn completely.‌‌​ The candle served‍​​ as a standard‌ for measuring time⁠​​ between customers and‌‌ prostitutes, as well⁠‍⁠ as the means​‍ of transaction.

“Alright‍‌​ then.”

Vlad‌⁠ rummaged through the⁠‍​ box he had‌ put down and‍‍‌ picked up one​ of the candles‍‍ used on the‌‌ second floor.

“Do​​ you see that‌ clock over there?​‍‌ I will light​‌ this candle and⁠ let’s see if‌ it lasts for​ exactly seven minutes.”​​

There‌ was no clock​​ to tell the⁠⁠‍ passage of time⁠⁠‌ in the lobby⁠ of the first‍‍ floor, where people‌​ had to have‍​ fun, but there‍​​ were clocks on‌‌​ the second and​‍ third floors where‍‍‍ people were sensitive⁠​ to time.

“Why⁠‌‍ should I listen​‌⁠ to you swindlers?”⁠

The‌‌ man, who had​⁠ claimed to be‍‌ a mercenary, crossed​⁠ his arms and‍ refused Vlad’s proposal,‍ but…

“Let’s‌‍‍ do it.”

“…?”⁠

The⁠‍​ man could not‍ help but nod​ his head as​​ he looked at‍ the blue eyes‌⁠​ of Vlad.

Those​‍‌ eyes that could​​ dominate anyone with​​ just a glance.‍​

Jorge,‌ the boss of‍‍⁠ the organization, had⁠​ once commented on⁠ Vlad’s eyes that‍‌ he could be⁠ the boss of‍‌‍ any alley just‌ by looking at​ people.

“If​‌ it doesn’t last‌‍ for 7 minutes,‌ you can decide⁠ whether to spare⁠ the girl or​‍‍ not.”

Vlad‍⁠⁠ muttered as he​ struck a match‌⁠ against the sole⁠ of his shoe.⁠‍‍

“But‍‍ if this candle⁠‍ lasts for 7-minutes,‌‌‌ then I will‌‌​ beat a shit‌ out of you.”​⁠

“…What?”​⁠

Before​​ the mercenary could‍‍‌ react, Vlad lit‌​ the candle right⁠⁠ in the middle‌‌​ of the corridor,‌​‍ then put it‌‌ down.

“Vlad…”‍

Only⁠​‌ the pitiful prostitute,​‌​ who seemed anxious,‌ was looking at‍‌ Vlad instead of⁠​ the candle.

1 minute, 2 minutes,‍‌​ 3 minutes passed.⁠

As⁠‍ time went on​‍ and the attention⁠​ of everyone gathered​ in the corridor‍‌‍ began to focus…‍​‍

“Huh?”‌

The​⁠​ eyes of the⁠ mercenary widened in​‍ surprise but he‍‌ was still holding​‌ onto the prostitute’s‍‌‍ hair.

“It’s​⁠‍ been 7 minutes,‍​‌ you bastard!”

Vlad​⁠‍ swung the club‍​‍ he had slung⁠⁠ around his waist​‌​ with lightning speed.‌‌‍

Bah!⁠⁠

Red‌ blood splashed from‌​ the mercenary’s head‌‌‍ because of a fierce blow.

“Aaargh!”​⁠‍

The⁠‌⁠ mercenary loosened his‌​​ grip on the​‌ hairs of the⁠​‌ prostitute because of‍‌​ Vlad’s sudden attack‍ and she managed​​ to escape.

“You’re‌ done for today!”‌​​

Vlad‍ grabbed the mercenary‌ who was still​‍ unconscious by the‌ collar and dragged‌⁠ him into the‌‌​ room they had​​ just left.

Click!​‍⁠

“You​⁠⁠ tried to deceive‍ us first! A 20-year veteran mercenary⁠ like you has​ grown this much‌ of a belly,‍​​ how?”

Crack!‌ Crack!

“Kwaaargh!”‌⁠

“And​ why are so⁠‍ many people looking‌​ for my mother‍​⁠ today of all​​⁠ days? Do you‍‍‍ think I would​​ live in sorrow‍ under the sky​‌​ without parents?”

The‍‍‌ door locked.

Everyone‌‌ heard the sound‌​​ of blows and‌⁠ a man’s screams‌​‍ from the room.‌⁠‌

Vlad,‌ with all the⁠ anger he had⁠⁠⁠ suppressed earlier, focused⁠ on beating the‌ man in front‍​ of him.

“Ah…‍‌‌ stop!”

“Shut⁠‌‍ your mouth, you⁠ bastard!”

The⁠‍‍ spectators, who had‌‍​ been hoping for‌‍‌ a fight, turned‌ their attention back‌‌​ to the prostitutes‍ when they couldn’t⁠⁠ see what they⁠‍ had expected.

Bah!‍​​

The‍ sound of the‍⁠ club and the‍​‌ man’s screams.

The​⁠​ music from the‍ band grew even⁠⁠​ louder when a black-haired woman on⁠ the fourth floor‌⁠⁠ gestured downwards.

Some⁠‍​ people shouted, others‌⁠ seethed with anger,‍ but all of⁠‍​ it was drowned⁠ out by the⁠‍ loud music.

This⁠‍ is Shoara.

This​‍ is Rose’s Smiles.⁠‌

It‌ was just a place where passing‌ lives gathered and‍⁠ stagnated for a moment.

***​​

After‌‍ a noisy night,‌ the quiet morning‍ sunlight settled over⁠​​ the Rose’s Inn.‌

The‌ morning atmosphere, decorated‍⁠⁠ with elegant ornaments,‌‍​ gave the feeling‌ of a noble’s⁠‍⁠ villa.

Each⁠ luxurious decoration contains‍‍ the tears and‌ sweat of the​​ black-haired woman, but⁠⁠ few would recognize‌‍⁠ it.

“Vlad.”‍‌⁠

“Oh,​‍ Anna.”

There‍‍ was a woman⁠‌ calling Vlad, who​ had brought the‌​ last remaining customer⁠‍ and placed him‌‍⁠ politely on the​​‌ alley floor.

“The⁠⁠​ area around the​​‍ eyes has turned‌⁠ blue. You should‌ take a few⁠ days off.”

“That’s‌⁠ true. But nothing’s‍ broken, so it’s‍​ fine.”

She​ was the brown-haired⁠⁠⁠ prostitute who had‌‍‌ suffered from the​ mercenary’s violence the‌​​ previous night.

“Thanks.”​

The‍⁠‍ woman with swollen​⁠‌ and bruised eyes‍⁠ smiled faintly and⁠ handed something to‌ Vlad.

Vlad​⁠ watched with a blank expression as​⁠ he waited for​​⁠ her to offer​ whatever it was.​​

“I’ll​⁠ eat it well.”​‌

It‌ was an egg.‍

“Eat‍⁠ it here now.‍ It’s a boiled⁠​‌ egg.”

“Hmm…”​‌

Vlad​‍‌ observed Anna, who‍‍‍ was smiling at⁠ him with a meaningful look.

“Alright.”‍‍​

Vlad‌​⁠ cracked the bottom⁠‌ of the egg‍​⁠ using his fingers‌​ and started eating​‌ the yolk.

Anna​‌‌ watched with satisfaction‍‌⁠ as Vlad’s Adam’s‌‌‍ apple moved while​‍‌ he swallowed.

“Men⁠⁠ these days have‌ become rough. At⁠‍​ times like this,‍​‍ I need a man I can‍ trust for sure…”‍

“I’ve‍‌ eaten well.”

Anna⁠‌ looked at the​‍ eggshell on her‌‌ palm with a bitter smile.

“…..‍‍‍ Let me know​ whenever you change‍​‍ your mind. I won’t charge you⁠ more than that‍ little red-head brat.”⁠

“Maybe‌‍​ I will.”

With‍ those words, Vlad​‌‍ changed his direction​​ and started walking​ away.

“Oh,‌ by the way,‌ Anna!”

“Yes?‍‍‍ What is it?”​⁠‌

Anna‌ looked at Vlad‌‍⁠ with a glimmer⁠ of hope in‌ her eyes, but…⁠

“Aren’t‌​⁠ you opening your‌⁠​ front door too‌ much? It’s still‍‍‌ winter, and you‍‌‌ should take care‍⁠‍ of your health.”⁠‍

“…This​​‍ is also a sign of gratitude.”⁠‌⁠

After​ Vlad pointed it​​‌ out, Anna covered‍​ her breasts.

Vlad​ had disappeared down​⁠​ the end of‌‌‌ the corridor when​ she looked up⁠⁠ again.

“The⁠‍‍ only thing that​‌ I can sell⁠ is my body,‍‍ but that won’t‍‍ bring in much…”‍‍

In⁠‌ the middle of‍​⁠ an empty corridor,⁠ a woman with⁠​ nowhere to turn⁠⁠‌ sighed and smiled‍‍​ sadly.

***​

“Jorge,⁠⁠​ I think someone​⁠⁠ messed up with​ the candles.”

The⁠ first floor was​⁠⁠ the lobby where‍‍ they sold drinks⁠​‍ and food.

The‍‍ second and third‌‌ floors were for⁠ customers and prostitutes.‍

The‍ fourth floor was‍​​ the living quarters‍⁠‌ for prostitutes and‍⁠‌ employees.

Vlad⁠ reported to a man in the⁠‍‌ dining area on‌‍⁠ the fourth floor,‍​ where he was⁠ having breakfast.

“It‌‍‌ wasn’t seven minutes.”‌​⁠

“Is‍ that so?”

Jorge,​‌ a man with‍⁠‍ a massive build,⁠ didn’t seem to‍ care much about‍‍​ Vlad’s report.

“It‍‍ wasn’t seven minutes.”‌‌⁠

“Yeah.‍⁠​ That’s right. That’s​ what you said.”​​

Fried‍⁠ sausages, black pudding,⁠⁠ hash browns, and⁠⁠‍ white bread.

Jorge’s‍‌ breakfast was always⁠ the same, and⁠ he himself was​ a man who⁠‌ didn’t change.

“Do​ you understand what⁠ I’m saying? Someone‌⁠ put candles in⁠ our meal.”

“No,⁠‌ who dared to‍ do that!”

The​⁠ black-haired woman who⁠ was preparing breakfast​ in front of​​ Jorge interrupted with⁠ a mischievous smile.​⁠

“We​​ have to find⁠​​ out who did​‍ it.”

“Of​ course, we have‍​ to find out!”​‍

“Should⁠‍‍ I look for⁠​ it?”

“You⁠ look for it!”‍

“What​‌ should I look​‌ for?”

“To⁠​‍ be honest, I’ve⁠ already found it.”​​

“Who⁠ is it, Marcella?”​​

Marcella,‌⁠‌ the owner of‍​​ Rose’s smiles.

She‌‍​ possessed exceptional beauty‍‍‍ that is ranked‍‌‍ among the top‍‌⁠ five in Shoara.‍‌

And‍ despite being in‍‍ her mid-30s, she​⁠ still maintained her​ beauty. She was‍​ a woman who​ had the appearance‌⁠⁠ of a voluptuous‌⁠‌ lady and the⁠‍‍ smile of an‌‍ innocent girl.

“It’s​‍ me. I messed​ up with the⁠‍ candles. I wanted‍⁠‍ to suck some​⁠ honey easily from⁠‌ drunk people.”

Trashy‍⁠ words came out‍ naturally from the‌⁠‍ plump red lips⁠‌‌ that any man‍ would lust for.‍

“Ha…”‍​

Vlad⁠‍ lowered his head‍⁠ as if he‍‌‌ couldn’t believe it.‍‍​

“I⁠⁠ just screwed over‍​‍ that stupid guy…..”‌​‌

The‍‍​ owner said that,‌‍ but what can‍⁠⁠ the employee say?‌

“….‌‍ If I had⁠‌​ put the candle‌ on the railing‍​ instead of the​‌‌ corridor floor, it⁠ would have caused‍‍​ a commotion.”

Vlad​ deliberately placed it‍ on the floor‍​‌ just in case.​⁠​

If‌‌‌ he had not‍‌ done that, all​ the onlookers on⁠⁠ the first floor‍ would have realized⁠⁠ that the candle⁠ did not last‌‌ for seven minutes.‌‌

Having⁠​‌ heard Madam’s explanation,‍‌​ Vlad weakly rose⁠ from his seat.⁠

“Where​⁠‌ are you going?⁠ Eat and then​‍‌ leave.”

“I’ll​‍‍ be back in​​ a moment.”

“Why?”⁠⁠​

“…I’ll⁠ go and give⁠​ a blanket to‍​ the guy I just threw out.”⁠⁠

“You​⁠ are so kind!”​

Vlad‌⁠ walked down the‌⁠‍ stairs with hesitant‌​ steps. Even though⁠​⁠ he felt no‌‌​ remorse for bashing‍ an innocent man’s⁠‍ head, it was‍​⁠ one of Vlad’s‌⁠ beliefs that he‌‍‍ should still do‌ the bare minimum‌ as a human⁠ being.

It⁠ was the law​‍ of the back‍‌ alley that one‍‍‌ gets swept away⁠‍ quickly by dark‍‍ waves if one’s⁠​⁠ beliefs were not‍ firm.

“Hey!‍ my proud junior!”⁠‍

Someone‍ shouted and grabbed‌ Vlad as he​ came down to‍ the first floor.‌

“Don’t⁠ touch me. I’m‌‍​ tired today.”

“I‍ heard you did‍‌ something yesterday, right?‍​ As expected of‍‍‍ my proud junior!”‌‌

He​‍‌ was a man‍​​ named Burleigh who⁠​⁠ belonged to the​⁠​ Jorge family.

“You​ got some tips‌ while selling candles‍ yesterday, right? We‌ need some money⁠‍‌ right now.”

Vlad’s‌​‌ gaze finally fell‍‍‌ on the members⁠ of the Jorge​‌ family.

“Screw‍ off.”

“No,‌‌⁠ don’t say that,⁠​⁠ just listen to‌⁠ me. We’re not‍⁠⁠ scumbags who forcibly‌ take money from‍‌⁠ our juniors.”

Burleigh‍⁠‌ approached Vlad and⁠‍​ put his arm⁠‍ around Vlad’s shoulder.⁠⁠⁠

“What‌ kind of nonsense‍‌ is this?”

“It’s‌⁠‍ about giving and‌‍⁠ receiving. If you⁠‍ give us money,​‌ we’ll give you‍ something in return.⁠ That’s what I mean.”

“What​ is that?”

Burleigh​​‌ narrowed his eyes​‍ as if his‍⁠ words were finally‌‍ getting through.

“Come‌⁠ with me.”

When⁠‌ Burleigh gestured with‌​ his chin, other‌ members of the​‍ Jorge family made‌ way for them.‍​

“It’s‌⁠ in the basement.”⁠

Following‌​ Burleigh’s lead, Vlad⁠ walked with him‍‌‌ into the basement‍​‌ of Rosa’s smiles.​​‍

This​‌​ place was essential​⁠ for operating Rosa’s⁠​⁠ smiles, as it‌ stored alcohol and​ food supplies, and‌ was managed by​‍ Burleigh, who was⁠‌ highly regarded by​‌​ the Jorge family.‌‌

In‍ other words, this​‍ place was Burleigh’s‌ territory.

“What‍‍‍ the hell…”

“How​​ is it? A familiar face, isn’t‌​ it?”

Vlad​ was still the⁠⁠​ youngest in the‌‌‌ Jorge family and​‌ needed Burleigh’s permission​‌​ to take something⁠‍‌ from this place.​​⁠

“How​ about this? I’ll‍ give it to‌‌ you for just‌‍​ 40 silver. It’s‍‌ really cheap. Where‌​ else can you⁠‍‌ find such a generous senior?”

There‍⁠‌ was something wriggling‍​​ behind Burleigh, who‍​​ was smiling mischievously.‌‍

It⁠​ was a child‌ who had dark⁠‌‌ skin. He looked‍‍‍ at Vlad with‍​ a pitiful expression⁠‌⁠ and blood dripping⁠ from his forehead.⁠

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