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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 20

Chapter 20

The‍ loyal knight did‌‌‌ his best from‍ across the river‍ on a dark⁠⁠ night.

He⁠​​ sent Vlad to‌ add to the​ slightest possibility and⁠ mercilessly cut down⁠​⁠ his old companion⁠ who tried to⁠⁠ tie him up.‍​‌

“Kkuuh!⁠ Ugh!”

Afterward,⁠ he found out‍‌ the one controlling‍⁠⁠ the undead and‌‍‍ ripped out their⁠ heart.

“······”⁠‌​

Seeing‍​ the man who​⁠ controlled undead collapsed‍ so easily, he⁠​ felt that he‌ too was just‍ someone’s puppet, but‍‌‍ instead of worrying,​‍ Zayar chose to⁠‍⁠ run for his⁠‍ lord.

He‍ swam through the‍​‍ ice-broken river and​​‌ ran back the⁠⁠ way he came.​‌​

The‍⁠ low-hanging branches fiercely⁠​ struck his face,‌‍ but Zayar ran​ without blinking an‌⁠ eye.

“Sir⁠ Knight!”

He‍‍ didn’t know why,⁠ but on the​​ way, he saw‍‌ Gott who had‌​​ come back, so⁠⁠ he quickly picked‍ up a horse​ and rode for‌ several hours.

Zayar‌ finally arrived at​ the base camp,‍​‍ and as expected,​​⁠ the base camp⁠‍‌ was in shambles‌‌ due to an⁠ attack.

“You‍‍ are here.”

It‌ was Josef sitting​‍ on a rock‍‌‌ and looking at‌​‍ a distant mountain.‌‌

Zayar‍⁠ finally felt relieved​‌ after confirming that⁠‍ Josef was fine,​​ and let out‌ a deep breath​‌‍ that had been⁠ building up until​​ now.

“Are‍‌‌ you alright?”

Perhaps‍ due to the​‌ ordeal, Josef’s already‍‍ dark eyes had‌​ sunk down to​ half of his‍ face.

“I‌‍ am better than‌ dead.”

Josef​​ smiled at Zayar‍ with a lack​‍ of energy and‌ turned his head⁠ again toward the‌⁠ distant mountain.

The‌ dawn was breaking.‍‌​

“This⁠‍ subjugation has completely‌⁠ failed.”

“······I⁠‍ am ashamed.”

Zayar⁠ lowered his head⁠‍​ and dropped the​‌ things he was‍⁠ holding in both⁠ hands on the⁠‍​ floor.

The‍ head of a stranger and the​⁠‍ black wooden box‌ he held.

“Is​‍ it him?”

“Most​‌ likely.”

Though⁠‌‍ many questions and‌ answers were omitted,‌ it was enough‍‌​ conversation for Josef​‌‌ and Zayar, who‍⁠ understood each other‌‌ deeply.

“We​⁠‌ failed, but…”

Josef⁠ said, looking blankly⁠ at the distant​​⁠ mountains.

“Still,​‌​ the steps while⁠ returning seem light.”​‌‍

“Was⁠ he useful?”

“Useful?”‍‍‍

Josef⁠‌ answered with a sly smile to‌ Zayar’s question.

“Perhaps‍‌ I’ve found something.”‍‍​

“What‍‍⁠ do you mean?”​

Zayar⁠⁠ looked at Josef’s⁠⁠​ smiling face.

That⁠‍ smile with the‍⁠ rising sun reminded‍​⁠ him of Josef‍​ when he was‍⁠ young.

“Someone‌‍ who can be‍​​ a sword for‍ me.”

The⁠‌⁠ young Josef, now⁠​⁠ with dark shadows​ under his eyes,⁠⁠ looked at Zayar​⁠ and spoke.

“That‌⁠ brat is a sword brighter than​⁠ any other.”

With‍⁠​ those words, Josef​ smiled brightly, as⁠⁠ if he had‍ no worries.

Today’s‍‍ sun rose above⁠​⁠ his smiling face.​​‌

On​​ that night when‍ everything was burdensome,​‍⁠ it was the​‍ long-awaited sun of‍ tomorrow.

“It’s​‍​ cold. Let’s go​⁠ back now.”

“Yes.”⁠⁠

Zayar‍‌ supported Josef, who⁠​ was limping on​​​ one leg, and⁠ guided him to​⁠‍ the tent.

Two​​​ men walked with‌‍ their backs to‌‍‍ the rising morning⁠‍ sun.

The​⁠ subjugation had failed.⁠

Nevertheless,⁠‌⁠ Josef was smiling.⁠‌

Even​ though today had‌‌⁠ ended in failure,⁠⁠‌ he was confident‍ that tomorrow would⁠ bring success.

※※※※⁠

“Ugh.”​

Vlad​‌‍ had been lying‍‌ down for a solid three days.​‌‌

“My⁠⁠‍ stomach still hurts.”‌‍​

[I’ll‍ have to be‌ careful next time.⁠⁠‍ I didn’t even‌​‌ know the recoil‍ would be this‍‌​ intense.]

The⁠⁠⁠ unqualified boy forcibly‌ borrowed someone else’s⁠‍⁠ world and pulled​​⁠ him out of​​ the world.

“It​​⁠ can’t be helped.​⁠ Oh well.”

As​ the cost of⁠ that, he had‌‍ to humbly accept‌ the recoil.

If⁠⁠ not, he would‍‍ probably be lying‌⁠‌ on the ground​​⁠ by now, growing​⁠ cold.

“I‌​‌ thought I’d be​‍​ rolling around in​‌ a carriage, so‌‌‌ I’m glad.”

[It⁠⁠‌ seems like Josef‌ is quite concerned​⁠‍ about you.]

Josef,​ for the sake​ of helping Vlad,‌‍ stopped the mercenaries‌ trying to leave​​ and maintained the‌⁠ base camp.

Considering‍⁠‍ the challenging attack‌‌​ they had faced,‌ it might have⁠⁠‌ been right to‌​​ leave as quickly⁠​ as possible, but​‌​ Josef didn’t think‌⁠ so.

“If‌ they are targeting‌‍⁠ us anyway, they‌ might come back‍​ even during our‍‌⁠ return to Varna.‌ In that case,‍‌ it would be‌ better to regroup⁠⁠ here, make full⁠ preparations, and then‍ move.”

During​ these three days,⁠​‌ Josef did his​‌ best to recover‌ the base camp⁠‍ and completed a field investigation.

It​ was the appearance‌⁠​ of someone who‌‌‍ didn’t give up‌‍ despite the failure.⁠‌⁠

As‌⁠ a result, Josef‍⁠ could find several​ clues worth reporting⁠‌⁠ to his father,​‍⁠ Peter Bayezid.

Perhaps⁠ the report he‍‍‍ was now carrying⁠‌ back to Varna‍ had more value‍⁠⁠ than the monster​‌‍ subjugation mission he⁠​​ had originally undertaken.​

“It’s​‌‌ cold.”

Vlad⁠‌‌ went outside sniffling​⁠⁠ and looked around.​

The⁠ reduced number of⁠​ tents, the desolate‌‌‍ base camp, and⁠ the strange silence​ among the mercenaries‍​ looked like the‍​ atmosphere of the‌​ defeated soldiers.

“Captain!”⁠‍‍

Amidst‌​ the quiet base,⁠ there was a voice calling for‌​ Vlad.

A man with a long chin approaches​‌ from afar, waving⁠‌ his hand.

“The‌⁠ one who wants‍‍⁠ to run away⁠⁠⁠ sticks around the‍‌ longest.”

“Of‍‌ course. They said⁠ about raising our‌​ rewards if we​‍‍ stayed until the‌‍ return to Varna.”‌

The​ cowardly swindler didn’t⁠ flee that night.‌‍⁠

Instead⁠‍‍ of running away‌ from danger alone,‌‍⁠ he turned his​‍ horse around and‍⁠⁠ headed in the​ direction where Zayar‍ was.

“Do‌⁠ you know how‌‌ much danger I went through to⁠‌​ find the knight’s​ location to save​⁠‌ you, captain? You⁠ better repay me‌​ well later.”

“······okay.”‌⁠‍

Gott‍ was a crafty‍​⁠ swindler.

The‍ reason why Zayar⁠‌⁠ hurriedly sent Vlad‍‍ to the base‍⁠ camp was with​‍ the intention of⁠ buying time until‌​ he could go.‍‍​

Gott,⁠⁠ who had noticed‍ this, realized that⁠ Zayar’s quick return‍ was needed to⁠​ resolve the situation,‍‌ and rode back‍‌​ to get him.​​

He⁠‌ did not go⁠ all the way⁠​⁠ to the river,​ which was full‍ of undead, but⁠‌ he wandered along​ the middle road.⁠

“Will​ you ignore my‍⁠​ favor again this​‍‍ time? Even though‍ there is no‍‌ end to the‌ bottom, it doesn’t⁠⁠‌ mean that your⁠​⁠ personality has been‍‌‌ ruined to that‌ extent, right?”

“I⁠ said okay.”

It​​ was true that‌⁠ he had already⁠⁠​ committed a crime‍ and that Gott​‍ had worked hard​‌⁠ for him, so‌⁠⁠ it was difficult‌‌ for even the​ shameless Vlad to‍‌ openly ignore what​ he was saying.⁠​

“Let‍ me at least‍ say something. I don’t know how‌ effective it’ll be,‍‍ but.”

After‌​ hearing that Vlad​ would tell the‍‌⁠ merits of Gott​‌ to the scion‍​ of the prestigious​ Bayezid family, Gott⁠⁠⁠ nodded as if⁠‍ satisfied.

“So,‍⁠ go and take‍‌​ care of your‌‌ business.”

“Huh.‍‌​ You’re still as⁠ harsh as ever.”‍

Goth​ was lost in‍ thought as he​‍⁠ watched Vlad leave.‌‍⁠

‘There’s‌‍ the smell of‌ money.’

In​‌ Gott’s eyes, Vlad​ was a person‌ full of potential.⁠⁠

Young,‍​‍ capable, and someone‍ who attracted the⁠⁠ attention of those‍ in power.

In‍‍ other words, a promising individual.

‘The⁠ one who seizes‌​ first is the​​ owner.’

The​​ most crucial skill⁠ for making money⁠ is recognizing value.‍

Gott‌⁠ had a gut⁠‌​ feeling that the⁠⁠ boy named Vlad‍⁠‌ wouldn’t be the⁠‍‍ one to stop​‍‍ here.

“I’ve‌ cleared the debt,⁠⁠ too.”

With⁠​ those words, Gott‌ turned away.

Because​‍ more pits needed⁠ to be dug‍ to bury the‍ bodies of the‌⁠ mercenaries made last‌ night.

“Hmm?”⁠

As‍​ Vlad walked away⁠ from Gott and‍⁠ wandered around the‍‌ base, he saw⁠‍‍ someone gesturing towards‌ him.

“Priest.”‌

It​​ was Priest Andrea.​‌

“What’s​⁠ the matter, Priest?”⁠​‌

“I​ have something I’d‍‌ like your help​‍‌ with.”

Priest‌‍ Andrea smiled awkwardly‍⁠ and pointed to⁠ the coffin behind⁠⁠ him.

“No‍​ one seems willing‌ to move the​ coffin.”

“······.”⁠

There‍ were quite a few dead, including⁠‍‍ Knight Rodrick, in⁠ the sudden attack⁠ last night.

Those‌ who have someone​‌‍ to collect their​​‌ body will be⁠ placed on a wagon and buried​ in the cemetery,‌ but those unable​​ to receive proper​ burials were left​ here, forgotten.

And⁠⁠ here, there was‌ another coffin that‍‌‍ nobody sought.

“······I’ll⁠​⁠ do it.”

“Oh.​ I knew you​​‍ would help.”

The‍‍⁠ coffin pointed out⁠ by Priest Andrea⁠‌ contained the woman⁠​‍ who had been​‌‌ like a terrible‌⁠ nightmare.

“It‌ was an ominous‌‍ curse. We need‌ to take her⁠‌‍ to Varna for‌ further investigation.”

Perhaps​‌‌ because he felt​ sorry for asking​ Vlad to ask‍‌⁠ something that no⁠​ one wanted to⁠ do, Priest Andrea’s​‍ words were getting‍⁠⁠ longer.

“And‍⁠ as you know,⁠ isn’t it too⁠​ pitiful?”

“Yes.”‌‌

Vlad‍​ waved his hand​ at the young⁠ deacon who said​​ he would help.⁠

“A​ challenging task like‌‍ this is best⁠‍⁠ suited for someone​ with strength.”

“Still······.”‍‍

The‍‍ young deacon, whose‍ voice was cracking​⁠‌ as if his‌ throat had not​​​ yet healed, retreated‍⁠‌ after Vlad’s objection.‌

“You’ve‍‌ already done what⁠​‍ needed to be‌​​ done with the⁠ song you sang‌ that night.”

At​⁠​ Vlad’s words, the‌​ young deacon smiled⁠‍⁠ humbly and stepped​‍ back.

“Ugh!”‍‍

Although‌⁠‌ Vlad was not‌​ very fit, he‌​⁠ pushed the coffin​ around on his​ own and lifted​‍ it onto the‌ cart.

She⁠ was a pitiable​‍ woman.

No​ one knew who‍⁠‍ she was or​ how she had‍​ come to such⁠‍‍ a fate, but‌ Vlad genuinely sympathized​ with her.

“Come‍ this way. I’ll​‌ offer my blessings​⁠ just in case.”⁠​

Andrea‌‌‌ tried to hold⁠ his hand, worried⁠⁠⁠ about the remnants‍​ of the curse​ that might still‌​​ remain. But Vlad‍ spoke.

“Wait‍‍ a moment, Priest.”‌

His​​‍ hands are dirty‍‌ anyway. So, it‍ wouldn’t matter if‌​ he used it‌ at least once⁠‍ more.

Vlad‍⁠‍ lifted the black‍‍ wooden box that⁠ Andrea had neatly‌⁠‌ wrapped with a white cloth.

A box that everyone‍ avoided looking at‍​ directly, appearing ominous⁠​ and sinister.

That‍ wooden box was‌⁠ the subject of‌‌‌ a terrible curse⁠​​ and was what‌​⁠ the woman had‍‍⁠ been desperately looking‍‍ for last night.⁠‌‍

“Vlad······.”​

“I​ think it’s the‍‍‌ right thing to‍⁠‌ do.”

Creak-‍

The​ improperly sealed coffin‌ lid opened with‍ a feeble sound.‌

“If‍‌​ this can bring‍‌‍ some comfort.”

A woman’s body split⁠ in half and​‍ her face full‌ of black tear‍ stains.

“Isn’t‍​ this okay, Priest?”⁠

“Indeed.​‍ You have the⁠‍‍ right to do‌⁠‌ so.”

Vlad‍ placed the black⁠‍⁠ wooden box on‌ the back of⁠ the woman’s stiff‍ hand.

The⁠ wooden box held‌ by the person‍ controlling death contained​ a small corpse.​

“Here‌⁠ is your child.”‍

A woman and her⁠‌ child were murdered‍​‌ for the sake​⁠ of the curse.​​

Though‌ dead, the woman‌⁠ was able to‌‍ get her child⁠⁠‍ back, whom she‌ had been desperately‌‌‍ looking for.

Perhaps⁠ because of this,‍‌ the stiff expression‍⁠ on the woman’s⁠​​ face seemed to​⁠ relax a little.⁠⁠⁠

“······Should‍⁠⁠ I nail it‍‌ shut completely for⁠‌ you?”

“Sure,​‌‍ I’d be grateful.​ I’ll give you⁠⁠ a proper blessing‍⁠ then.”

Andrea​‍⁠ looked at Vlad,​ who was trying‍ to see off‌​ the poor woman​‌​ for the last‍​ time, even though⁠‍ his whole body​⁠ was in pain,‌ and recited a prayer for him.‍​

A faithful priest and‌‌ a faithful boy​⁠⁠ were seeing off‍ the woman whom⁠ everyone was ignoring.​⁠

Thud,‍ thud.

As⁠ if tolling a funeral bell for‌⁠ the deceased.

The⁠‍ sound of Vlad’s‌ hammer striking rang​⁠‍ quietly in the​‌ middle of the‌​‌ base camp.

※※※※‍‌⁠

“I’ve‍‌ come.”

On​‍⁠ the last night⁠ before leaving the‌‍‍ camp, Josef quietly‍ summoned Vlad.

“Have⁠‌ a seat.”

Vlad‌⁠ smiled faintly as⁠ he faced Josef⁠‌‌ and took a seat.

“Do⁠‍​ you know how​‍ to drink?”

“The⁠‍‍ place I used⁠ to work at​ was a restaurant⁠​ and bar.”

“So,​‌ you know your‍⁠ way around alcohol.”‍⁠

Josef​⁠ poured a clear‍⁠ brown liquid into‌​ the glass in‍ front of Vlad.‍‍​

“Is‍‌⁠ it whiskey?”

“It’s​⁠ my favorite drink.”​

Vlad‍ smelled the sweet​ vanilla scent emanating‍⁠‍ from the liquor​‌ and was convinced‍ that it was⁠ not an ordinary​ expensive liquor.

“I‍​ want to express​​​ my gratitude first.”⁠⁠⁠

Josef‌⁠ sat down naturally‌ and continued speaking.​

“You‌⁠ could have run‌ away.”

“But​​ we made a contract.”

“Yeah,​​⁠ we made a contract for you​ to trust me‍ instead of loyalty.”‍

Josef‌​​ spun his glass​‌⁠ on the table,‍‍​ continuing, “Although it​ was a contract‍ in words only.”​‌​

“Even‌⁠‌ so.”

Josef​‌ was impressed not‌​ only by Vlad’s⁠ skills but also‍​ by his straightforward‌​ nature.

‘He’s⁠ a talent that⁠ cannot be overlooked.’​⁠‍

Although⁠​⁠ he had evaluated⁠ Vlad as a useful talent, Vlad’s⁠ actions last night​‌​ exceeded that assessment‌​‌ effortlessly.

Strangely,‍⁠⁠ Vlad, who had‍ recently picked up‍ a sword, emitted⁠‍ an aura and⁠ wielded it for⁠‌⁠ his sake against‌‌⁠ the cursed woman‌ who seemed like‌​ death itself.

Vlad‍ was not just‍ a useful one​⁠‌ but a must-have‍⁠​ talent.

“…”‍‌‍

Vlad​‍ sat tensely, unable‌ to even touch⁠‍​ the precious drink‌​ in front of​⁠‌ him.

Observing⁠⁠ Vlad’s tense demeanor,‍ Josef took a sip of the‍​ seemingly expensive whiskey‌⁠ as if taking‌ medicine.

“Now⁠​ it’s time for‌ me to fulfill⁠‍​ that contract.”

The⁠ relationship between a king and nobility,⁠ or the loyalty‍ between a lord⁠ and a knight,‍ ultimately involved some⁠‍ form of give‍ and take.

And‍​ Josef had received⁠‌‌ the gift of⁠⁠ life from Vlad.‍

“I⁠‌ was taught that​ I must return⁠⁠ what I received‍‌‌ from my father,⁠‌⁠ no matter what​ it is.”

Josef‌⁠ tilted the glass⁠​⁠ towards Vlad as‌ he spoke.

“I‌ want to invite‍‍​ you to the‍‍‌ Bayezid family. I want to pay‌​‌ you a fair‌​ reward for this‍‌ incident.”

“…”⁠​

Vlad‌‌ silently thought while⁠‍​ looking at the‍​ offered glass.

There⁠ was no reason‍⁠ to refuse, but​⁠‍ he needed to‌ brace himself for​‌ what lay ahead.‌

“It​ is an honor.‍⁠‍ Lord Josef.”

“Drink⁠ it.”

And‍ the boy was‌⁠ always looking forward‌⁠‌ to making this​⁠‍ decision.

Someday,⁠‍ I will venture‌⁠‍ out of the⁠ back alleys into‍ a broader world.‌‌​

With⁠ Josef’s permission, Vlad​⁠ held the glass‍‍⁠ with both hands​ and downed the⁠ whiskey.

I will not end‍‍‌ my life with‍‌‌ cheap rum sold‍​ in the back‍‍‌ alleys.

There⁠‍ was a day⁠⁠ in the past​‌​ when he made​‌ that promise to​⁠⁠ himself, and that‌​ promise came true​ today.

“Tastes‌​‌ good.”

“It’s‌ nobleman’s liquor.”

Properly‌⁠ aged whiskey with​ a rich aroma‍⁠ was the sweetest⁠​ drink Vlad had‍‌ ever tasted.

Vlad’s⁠​ world was expanding​⁠ as much as‌ the taste of‌​ whiskey he tasted⁠‍ for the first‌​ time.

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