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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 21

Chapter 21

The‌ Return Journey to⁠ the City of‍‌ Varna.

Josef‌ confirmed that Vlad‍ had recovered enough‌​ to move, immediately⁠ mobilizing the subjugation‍​ team.

Although‍ the two knights​⁠‍ under his command⁠⁠‍ had not fully‌​ regained their senses,‌‍ they were at​⁠​ a stage where‍⁠ they could not‍ recover with just⁠⁠⁠ a day or⁠‍​ two of care,⁠ so it was‌ an unavoidable measure.⁠‍‌

“My​⁠ guess is this.‍ This might have⁠‍⁠ been an attempt‌‍‍ to show something‍⁠ rather than a direct intention to‍⁠ kill me.”

“······.”​⁠​

Inside​​‌ the swaying carriage,‍‍ Vlad silently listened‍⁠ to Josef’s words.‍

No,‍⁠​ he had no⁠​ choice but to​‌ listen.

Josef​ had assigned the​‌ carriage he usually​​‌ rode to his​⁠ knights who had⁠ not yet come​⁠ to their senses,‍‌‌ so there was⁠ only one carriage⁠ left.

“Why⁠ do you think​⁠⁠ so? It’s simple.‌⁠ The conclusion was⁠ too hasty compared​⁠⁠ to the effort‍‌‍ put in. They​⁠​ had succeeded in⁠‍ separating Zayar and‍‌‌ left me in‍‍ danger, so they‌​​ should have quickly⁠‌ finished me off.‍‌‍ But that didn’t​‌ happen.”

“······That’s‍ true.”

As‌ a result, Vlad​ had no choice‌‌ but to quietly‍ listen to the‌‌‍ words of Josef,‌‌⁠ a nobleman, superior,‌‌ and commander.

‘He‌ is a man‌⁠ of many words.’​

Josef,​ who had become‍​ one step closer​‌⁠ to Vlad through‍‍⁠ last night’s battle,​ was willing to⁠ reveal his true‌ self.

Of⁠⁠‌ course, he didn’t‌‌ reveal everything, but‌‍‌ to others, it​ would seem like​ Vlad was clearly‍ favored by Josef.‌​

‘And‍ there are quite‌ a lot of‌⁠⁠ people like that.’⁠​‍

Though⁠​‌ Zemina was talkative⁠‍ too, he was​‍ able to handle‍‍⁠ her. Because when​​ he told her​‍‌ to shut up,‌⁠ she would shut‌⁠ up. But with‍ Josef, it was⁠⁠​ a different story.⁠‍

‘I​​​ wonder how she’s⁠‌ doing.’

Listening‌ to Josef’s gossip‌ while sitting there,‍ Vlad felt somewhat​‌‌ depressed. So, he‍⁠ turned his head‍⁠ and looked out‌ the window of‍ the carriage.

There‍‌⁠ was no serene​⁠ scenery in the⁠ direction Vlad looked;⁠‍​ only the figure‌‌ of Zayar, who⁠​ seemed to be⁠​ watching him fiercely.​

‘Treat‌​‍ him properly.’

His‍​‌ eyes said so.‍⁠

Vlad‌​​ had nothing to‍‍​ say since he​‌ dared to make​‍‌ the knight he‌ was serving as​‌⁠ his squire ride​​‍ a horse and‍ he himself was‌​ comfortably riding in⁠​ a carriage.

‘Damn.’​​​

Vlad,​‌ who had been⁠ pricked by Zayar’s​‌ gaze, turned his‍‌⁠ head and looked‌‌ at the window​ on the other‍⁠‍ side.

But‌‌ even in the‌ place he fled​ to for solace,‌​ there was someone‌‍ waiting for Vlad.⁠‌‍

A man with a long chin sending⁠ him signals with‌‍ noisy gestures and‍⁠⁠ kicks.

‘Tell‍‍ him about me!⁠⁠ Captain, speak for⁠ me!’

On⁠​ the opposite side⁠‌⁠ of the window,‍​ there was Gott,‌ urging Vlad to‌ tell Josef about​​ his achievements.

‘…Really​‌ annoying.’

With‍ loud commotion from⁠​‍ the front and​ fierce gazes from⁠‍‌ both sides, Vlad‍⁠‍ just wanted to⁠⁠​ leave this place​ and walk freely.‍​

“Think⁠⁠‌ about it. Why‌‍‌ would that be?”‌‍

“…I​⁠‍ feel like I’d‌⁠ remember if I had a drink.”‌⁠

“That’s‍​‍ a bit tricky.”‌

Josef‍​ noticed that Vlad⁠‍‌ had his eyes⁠​ on his whiskey‍ and quickly pulled​​​ out the bottle,‌⁠ placing it behind​ himself.

“I​‍⁠ live on an‍‌ allowance too.”

“People​‌ live the same​​ everywhere.”

“Just‍​⁠ hope you can⁠‌⁠ get up on⁠ your own soon.”⁠

Josef‍‍‌ smiled softly when‍‌ he saw Vlad‌​ racking his brain​ trying to come⁠ up with an‍​‍ answer, perhaps because‍‍​ of the alcohol‍ or because of‍‍ his own question.‌‌‍

To‌ truly shine, a person had to​⁠ meet various conditions.⁠ It wasn’t just​‍‌ about skill with⁠⁠​ a sword; it​​​ included character, knowledge,‌ manners, and more.⁠​‌

And‍ the blond boy‍ in front of​⁠‍ him certainly had‌ potential, but he‍ lacked in many⁠‍ aspects.

‘I​ can’t personally teach‌​ him the sword,‍​⁠ but.’

Due‍⁠ to his frail‍‌ body, Josef may​‍ not be able​‌ to teach him⁠‍⁠ the sword directly,​⁠ but he may⁠ be able to‍‍‍ teach him other‌​‍ things instead.

After‍⁠ all, Josef was​‍ someone with such​ capabilities.

“Well,​ isn’t this something⁠ like a warning?​​ A warning to‌⁠ the Bayezid family‍‌⁠ by killing you,‌⁠‍ Lord Josef? It​ does not matter‍‍ even if they​‍‌ can’t kill you?”‍‌

“Go​ on.”

“You’re​ not angry because‍ I said ‘It‌​​ does not matter​‍ even if they‌​‌ can’t kill you,’​ right?”

“Not⁠‍ really.”

Although​‍ he said that,‍​‌ Vlad frowned as‌⁠‌ he watched Josef⁠‌⁠ open the bottle‍​‍ and drink alone.​​

“Of⁠ course, I wouldn’t⁠ be able to⁠⁠‌ know, right?”

“Still,​ give it some‍​ thought.”

Even​ though he was​‍​ sitting in the​⁠ carriage, Vlad was‍⁠ constantly receiving training.‍‍

“I​​ said think about‌ it.”

Josef​‍​ casually shook the⁠​​ whiskey bottle in​⁠​ front of Vlad‍​ and spoke.

Think.​​​

Don’t⁠‌ just accept the‍​‌ situation, but filter‌ it through your‍⁠‍ own judgment.

Logical‍​ reasoning based on‌​ cause and effect,‌​ clues from the⁠ surroundings.

Through⁠ them, Josef wanted​‍ to train Vlad⁠‌‍ to become a knight with excellent‌​‍ judgment, no less‍ than Zayar.

Because‍‌​ the boy’s potential⁠ was shining.

“I⁠ don’t know…”

Whether‍ Vlad frowned or‍⁠‌ not, the journey‌ back to Varna​‍‌ was incredibly peaceful.​

As‌​⁠ if the real‍‍​ target was not⁠ Josef as he‍​ thought.

※※※※⁠⁠⁠

City⁠‍ of Varna.

One‍⁠ of the three‌ cities under the‌‌‌ rule of the​ County of Bayezid.‍​

As⁠​​ a city that‍‍‍ had recruited a monster subjugation team,​​​ upon arriving here,‍ Josef had to‍‌ disband the mercenaries‍‌ and report on​‍‍ the subjugation to⁠‍‍ the city’s mayor.⁠

Being⁠⁠‍ the son of​‌‌ a count has⁠⁠​ a higher status​⁠ than being an⁠​‌ appointed mayor, but​​‍ procedures were procedures.⁠

And​⁠‍ Count Bayezid mercilessly​⁠ punished anyone who⁠​⁠ acted beyond the‌‍ rules, even if⁠​ it was his⁠​ own son.

“I⁠ guess we will​‌​ stay here for⁠‌‍ about a day.”‌‍

Josef‌⁠⁠ was not a resident of Varna.‌

After⁠ completing administrative procedures‍ here, he planned⁠‌ to depart for​ Sturma, the ancestral​​‍ home of the‌​​ Bayezid family.

And⁠‌ there, he needed​‌ to devise a new plan to‌ make up for​​‍ the current failure.⁠

“Is‍‌ this your first​ time in Varna?”‌‌

“It’s​‍‍ always the first⁠ time wherever I go.”

“Now‌ that I think‌⁠ about it, you’re‍‌‍ a country bumpkin.”‌​

Seeing‍‌ Vlad say that​ he had only‍​ been active in⁠ the vicinity of​​ Shoara his whole‍‍‍ life, Zayar laughed​ as if he‌​ found something amusing.⁠⁠​

“Well,‍​⁠ I’ll give you⁠ a day off⁠‍‌ today. Take a tour around the⁠‌ city.”

“Don’t‍‌⁠ get lost, brat.”⁠

“······.”​‌

Vlad‌​ couldn’t help but‌ feel frustrated by⁠ Zayar’s mockery, but⁠‍⁠ there was nothing​‌​ he could do.⁠​

In​‍ reality, it was‌‌ true that he⁠‍‍ lacked experience and‍ insight.

[Zayar‌‍⁠ seems to like​‍​ you.]

‘If⁠⁠​ he likes me​‍ a bit more,​‌‍ he might try​ to kill me.’​

Hearing⁠ the absurd words​‍ in his mind,​​ Vlad shook his⁠ jingling pouch.

“What’s‌​ in this city~?”‌

Regardless‍⁠⁠ of Zayar’s attitude,‌‌ Vlad’s words as​ he held the‍‍ money naturally carried‌⁠ a rhythm.

What​‍ Josef had given​‌‍ him was a kind of daily‌​ wage.

Vlad,‍‍‍ who is practically​ penniless, would need⁠⁠​ a minimum amount​ of money to‍ enjoy the city​‌​ of Varna.

“As​ expected, a rich‌​​ man’s dog is‌‍ better off than‍⁠‌ a beggar on⁠⁠‌ the streets.”

[Instead⁠‍ of fooling around,​‌​ buy things that‍​‌ can be useful‌​ for the future.]‍‌‍

“Huh?”‌​‌

Vlad‍⁠‍ had considered indulging⁠ himself a bit​⁠‌ after a long‍‌ time, but the‍ voice seemed to‍​​ have detected his‍​ intention and warned​‍⁠ him in advance.​

[Being​‍⁠ well-prepared is akin​ to having an‍ extra life. Don’t​‍ forget that.]

“All⁠⁠‌ I hear are​‍⁠ nagging voices everywhere.”⁠

Although​‌‍ he grumbled, Vlad⁠⁠‍ deeply sympathized with​​‍ the voice’s words.‍‌

Back‌​​ in the days‌ when he barely​‌‍ escaped from Shoara⁠‌ and wandered through‍ the winter forest,​ carrying only a sword.

If⁠‌ he hadn’t encountered⁠​ the three mercenaries⁠​ loitering nearby, Vlad‌ might not have⁠​ survived and froze⁠‌ to death.

[To​‍ prevent such incidents,‌⁠​ it’s good to‍ have various things​ prepared.]

“So,​‌⁠ what should I buy?”

Vlad‌⁠⁠ was just about​‍ to leave the⁠‌⁠ city hall, pondering​⁠‌ the voice’s advice.‍‍

“Huh?”​​⁠

Someone‍‍‍ cautiously grabbed the‌⁠ hem of his⁠‌ clothes.

“Lord‌​ Vlad.”

It‍ was Andrea’s young‍⁠‌ deacon.

“Is​ there something you​‌ need, Lord Deacon?”⁠‌‍

Vlad‌ found dealing with​‌ children bothersome, but​‌ the young deacon⁠ holding onto his‌ clothes was an‍‌ exception.

The⁠‍‍ child who was‌⁠⁠ so small that⁠ the deacon’s outfit‌‍​ he was still​ wearing felt awkward,​ but he did​​ his duty despite​ the fear faced⁠ the previous night.⁠‌

“If⁠‍ you have nowhere‍‍⁠ in particular to‍‍ go today, the⁠​ priest wishes to‌‍ invite you.”

“Oh.”⁠​

Vlad‌⁠‌ looked up and‌​‍ saw Priest Andrea‍ smiling behind the⁠ deacon.

“Why‍​​ did you choose‌⁠⁠ to seek me⁠ through lord deacon?”⁠

“….​ I apologize.”

Priest‌‍​ Andrea was hiding‍⁠ behind the young⁠ deacon and smiling‌ humbly. A familiar‌‍‍ coffin lay next‌ to him.

“Still​​⁠ no one is⁠‌ willing to listen⁠‌​ to you?”

“Perhaps‌​ this lady wishes‌⁠ for you to‌ escort her as⁠‍ well?”

Vlad​ had nothing more⁠‍‌ to say as‌‌ he looked at‍⁠ Priest Andrea who‍‍ was laughing.

“Let’s⁠‌ take a donkey.⁠ I’ll support you‍​⁠ from behind as‌⁠‍ we go.”

Priest⁠ Andrea, Vlad, and‌ the young deacon​⁠‍ began driving the‌​⁠ cart along the​ main street of​⁠‌ Varna.

‘It’s⁠‍ quite different from‌​​ Shoara.’

Although⁠ Vlad had lived‌ in the back‍​ alleys, Shoara had​​ its own atmosphere,⁠‌‍ distinct from the‍⁠ city itself.

But‌ Varna seemed to​ have a more‍⁠ settled appearance compared​⁠⁠ to Shoara.

Quiet,⁠⁠ serene, with few​⁠‌ people making loud​​​ noises as if​​⁠ the city had‌​ settled into a calm, dawn-like atmosphere.⁠‌

“As​ we approach the‍ church, this atmosphere​‍‌ will become even⁠ more pronounced. Varna‍‌​ is a city‌ with a strong⁠​ religious color.”

“I‍​ see.”

Vlad‍​ nodded and understood‍​‍ Andrea’s explanation.

Even‍ in Shoara, people⁠⁠‌ always walked quietly⁠‍ near the church.​

“We’re‌​​ here.”

“Wow.”​

Vlad,‍‌⁠ looking at the⁠‍ building in front‍ of him, could⁠‌​ clearly sense that‌⁠‍ Varna was indeed​ a city with⁠​ a strong religious‌‍⁠ influence.

This‌⁠ is because there‍‌ was a building⁠ there that looked‍ twice as big⁠‍ as the church‌‍‍ in Shoara.

“It’s‌ quite large. Shoara’s⁠‍‌ church was not⁠⁠​ this big.”

“The​‍‌ capital of the‍⁠‍ County of Bayezid‌⁠​ is Sturma, but‌‌ its religious center⁠‌‍ is Varna.”

Vlad⁠​⁠ nodded at Andrea’s‌‍⁠ explanation.

“In‍ that case, I’ll‍‍⁠ be going…”

“Since‍‍ you’re here, why⁠ not join us⁠‌​ for dinner?”

“If⁠⁠⁠ that’s the case,‍​ I won’t refuse…”​‍⁠

“While‌ you’re at it,⁠‍⁠ how about going⁠‍ down to the​​ basement as well?”‌‌

“······It‌‌‍ would be better‌‌‌ to finish while⁠‍‍ we’re here.”

Vlad,⁠‍⁠ who had been‍ in the hands‍ of Priest Andrea​⁠​ since he was​‌ grabbed by the​ young deacon, had​​‍ no choice but‌⁠ to whine and‍​ put the coffin‍ down in front⁠​‍ of the temple.​​​

“I’m‌ sorry. Your body‌ may not have‍⁠ fully recovered yet.”‌​

‘This⁠ person knows that.’⁠​‌

Although​⁠ he was filled‌‌⁠ with dissatisfaction inside,⁠⁠‌ Vlad answered with‌⁠‍ a smile.

“I‌‍‌ need to repay‍‌ the favor for‌‌ what I obtained‍‌⁠ at the camp.”‌​

“I​ am really good‍‌‌ at judging people.”​​‍

Perhaps‍‍‍ in the current‍ situation, he didn’t​‌ even realize that​‍ complaining might be‍⁠ a petty grumble.​‌

Given​⁠ the circumstances, it​​‍ was almost a privilege for someone‍⁠​ to be asked‌ by priest Andrea​‌​ for a favor.⁠⁠

“Poor⁠⁠ lady.”

“…”⁠

Priest‌‍ Andrea sighed as‌ he stroked the⁠‍ coffin, which had​ finally reached its‌⁠ place of rest.⁠‍

“A‌ mother’s love is‍ like the sea,​⁠ heavy and deep.⁠ It seems someone‌ unknown took advantage‌ of it.”

Though‍ not yet completely‌‌ investigated, Andrea judged‍ based on the​​​ circumstances that this⁠​​ woman had fallen⁠ victim to evil⁠‍‌ dark magic.

“It’s‍‍ a terrible curse‌‌⁠ that takes advantage​‍‌ of maternal love.​‌ Although this isn’t‍​‍ within my jurisdiction,‍ the church in​ Varna will do⁠ its best to‌​‍ uncover the mastermind.”⁠‍‍

“If⁠‍ anyone can do‍‌‌ it, it’s a priest like you.”⁠

Priest‍ Andrea, who was‌ frowning with unbearable‍ anger, looked at​ Vlad and smiled⁠‌ warmly.

“Now​‌ that you’re here,‌‌ how about saying‍ a prayer before​‌ dinner?”

“Can​ someone like me,‌‌⁠ without any roots,⁠⁠ dare to pray‌‍⁠ in a church?”‌​

“Don’t⁠‍ worry about that.”⁠

People​⁠​ living in the⁠‍ back alleys were​‌‌ not closely associated⁠‌ with churches, city⁠‍ halls, or official​​ buildings.

Vlad,⁠‍‌ who had lived‍ in the back⁠​ alleys all his⁠ life, was no⁠​‌ exception.

Therefore,‌⁠‍ Vlad felt awkward⁠ and uncomfortable in‌​ this place, and⁠ more than anything,‍ he was intimidated‍⁠⁠ by the thought⁠ of being in‍​⁠ an unauthorized place.⁠‌​

However,‍‌ Andrea held Vlad’s​ hand and began‌⁠ to lead him‌‍ to the chapel.‍⁠​

“Take⁠⁠‌ a moment to‌⁠ pray; there’s a place I need⁠‍​ to check in​​​ on.”

Leaving‌ Vlad alone with⁠‌​ his young subordinate,‍‌​ Andrea left the​‌‌ chapel.

“…..”⁠

“Shall⁠​‌ we pray?”

The​⁠ young deacon wrinkled⁠​ his nose and⁠‌‌ asked cautiously, perhaps​‍ feeling sorry for‍‍ Vlad due to⁠⁠⁠ Andrea’s sudden neglect.‌

“This‌⁠ is my first⁠ time formally attending⁠​‍ a prayer…”

“I’ll⁠‍ show you how.”‍

Vlad​ wanted to make‌ an excuse and​‍ get out, but​​⁠ now there was​ no way.

‘Oh‌​⁠ well.’

Now​​‍ was the time⁠ to repay the‌ karma of acting‍ like a praying‌‍ Riemann.

[What⁠ a fulfilling vacation.​⁠ If you tell​‌⁠ Josef that you’ve⁠ purified your body​⁠ and mind here,​​ he’ll be very‌ pleased.]

‘The‍‍ guy is just‌​​ enjoying himself all⁠‍​ day.’

Vlad‌‍​ briefly held his‌‌‌ sword and he‌‌⁠ heard the voice‌‍ expressing satisfaction.

“Hmmm,‌ hmm.”

Vlad‍‍​ had no choice​‌ but to kneel,‍ bow his head⁠⁠‌ awkwardly, and stutter‌‍ along with the‌​‌ young deacon’s prayer.⁠‌

About​ an hour or⁠​ so.

Just‌​​ as his knee‌‌​ was slowly going‌‍ numb, the door‌ to the chapel​‌‌ behind him opened.⁠​

“Did​⁠ you wait long?”‍

“······No.‌⁠‌ It was my​ first prayer, so‌​‍ everything was new.”‍‌

“Hahaha!‍​ Impossible. I’m still‍⁠​ quite bored.”

“······.”​

Vlad‌⁠ didn’t know what‍‍‍ to say as⁠⁠‌ he looked at⁠​ the priest who⁠ said prayers were​‌⁠ boring and smiled​​ kindly.

“I’m‌‌‍ sorry for keeping‍ you waiting. Take‍ this.”

“What‍‍​ is it?”

Vlad​⁠ accepted the small​‌ piece of wood‍​⁠ that priest Andrea​ was handing over.‌⁠​

“It’s‌‌⁠ your identification badge.”‌⁠

“What?”‍‌​

Perplexed⁠ by Andrea’s words,‍‌‍ Vlad quickly examined‍‌ the small wooden⁠‌​ piece he held.​​

A piece of wood⁠⁠ small enough to‌ fit in his⁠​‌ hand.

The‌‍ black wooden badge‍ looked sturdy, and⁠‌⁠ was full of⁠ small letters inside.⁠⁠

Vlad⁠⁠ began to read​⁠‌ the identity card⁠⁠ in his hand‌‍‌ with wide eyes.⁠⁠⁠

“Birthplace…​⁠ Shoa… ra.”

Though‍​‍ he was aware​​ of it, Vlad‌‌‌ stumbled over the⁠‍⁠ unfamiliar characters as‍‌‌ he continued to​‌‍ read.

“Name…⁠ Vlad.”

The​ moment he pronounced‌ his own name,‌⁠⁠ Vlad felt his⁠‌​ chest swell.

This‍‌ small piece of⁠‍ wood contained proof⁠ of his existence.​‌‌

As‍‍ a person from​ the back alleys​ who couldn’t even⁠‍ register his birth,⁠⁠ he could never⁠‌​ have imagined such‍​​ a thing.

“Josef⁠‍ would have taken‌‌​ care of it,​ but in fact,‌⁠ getting your identification​‌ done at the‍​‍ church is the‍‌​ most effective. Because​ the grace of​⁠​ the Lord extends‌ throughout the continent.”‌‌

Listening⁠ to Andrea’s words,‍‍ Vlad turned the‍‍‌ wooden badge to​⁠ examine the back.⁠​​

There‌ was a large‌‍​ sentence written there‌ that could only‌‍ be used in‍⁠​ one place.

The⁠‍ name of the‍ one and only‍ god in this‌ world. The emblem⁠⁠ of the church‌​‍ that serves that⁠‍ God.

And⁠‍​ beneath it, another​‌⁠ person’s name was‍‍‌ written.

“Guarantor.​ Priest An…drea.”

Vlad⁠‍ read another person’s‌‍ name written on‌ his identification badge.‍​

A person vouching for⁠‍​ him.

Someone⁠​ who will stand‌‍ by him in⁠ times of trouble.​​

Vlad​ lifted his head‍‌ and looked at​‌‌ Priest Andrea.

“If​ you’re having a hard time, come‌‌⁠ visit me anytime.​‍‌ I am your‍​‍ guarantor.”

“Priest…”​‍​

“Now,‍ let’s pray. This⁠ is the closest‍‌ place to the‌⁠‍ Lord.”

Vlad,​‍ unable to hide‌​ his mixed emotions,⁠ simply followed Andrea⁠‌ and bowed before‌​ the God.

“Here​​ is a new‍‍​ lamb I’d like​ to introduce today.‍ May you embrace​⁠‍ him with your⁠​‍ wide arms…”

Garbage‌‌‌ in the back‍‌ alley.

A person who was⁠‍‍ born in a place where no⁠‍⁠ one would look‌ at him or​‍‌ even remember him​ even if he⁠‌⁠ died.

However,⁠‌‌ Vlad was no‍​‍ longer that person.‌⁠‌

“Here‍​ is the newly‍⁠ born lamb, Vlad‍‌‍ of Shoara. May‌ you kindly embrace…”⁠​

Today,⁠ Vlad affirmed his‌​​ existence under the‍‌ Lord’s gaze with‍ his precious guarantor.⁠‌

For‌ the first time​ since birth, he​ inscribed his name‌‌ into the vast⁠⁠‌ world.

From​ today on, he‌⁠⁠ was no longer‍‌‌ the Vlad from⁠‌​ the alleyways but‌‍​ the Vlad of‌ Shoara.

“I‌​‍ sincerely pray that‌⁠‍ you accept him‌ as your child.”‍⁠

Vlad‍⁠‍ now had roots​​ that could allow‍⁠‌ him to confidently‌⁠‌ face the world.‍​⁠

The‌⁠​ light coming down‍ through the multi-colored⁠​ glass warmly enveloped​ the boy’s blond⁠⁠​ hair.

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