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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 214: There is a Path in the Darkness (2)

Chapter 214: There is a Path in the Darkness (2)

It⁠ Was Time to⁠⁠ Leave, But Winter‍⁠​ Seemed Reluctant to⁠‍ Go.

The⁠ winter wind lashed‍ against the window,‍⁠ as if trying‌⁠ to hold on.‍

Joseph​ had an idea⁠‌ as he gazed‍​‍ at the winter‌​ wind blowing through⁠‍ the window.

“That’s⁠‍​ right, Joseph of‌⁠ Bayezid. You’ve come‍ from far away‌ to find me.”‍​

Joseph⁠‌ was pulled from​‍ his thoughts by​‌ the voice he​‍‌ heard and looked⁠‌ at the man‌​​ in front of⁠‍‌ him.

An⁠⁠‌ old man smiling‍‌ with a crackling‍⁠ fireplace behind him.‌​

He​⁠‌ had an impressive‌‍​ and elegant mustache⁠‌​ and was Baron​ Moldavir, lord of​‌ Kisignor, a town⁠⁠ around here.

“Thank​‍⁠ you for granting‍​‌ me this audience,⁠⁠ Baron.”

“This⁠‌ winter has been‍‍ long, and I’ve‍ had few visitors.​‌ Your arrival is​ welcome.”

What‌ he heard was⁠​‍ clearly a response‌⁠​ full of affection.​

However,‌‌ Joseph, who was​‌ carefully observing the​‍ baron’s eyes, realized​‌ that he wasn’t​ particularly pleased with‌⁠‍ him.

“Nevertheless,⁠‌ despite your visit,​‍⁠ I can’t help‌​‌ you this time.”‌

As‌ expected, Baron Moldavir,⁠​ who put down⁠ the tea cup‍ just as Joseph⁠⁠ had thought, shrugged‌⁠ and continued to‌‍ refuse.

“It⁠​⁠ is difficult to‍‍​ intervene in the‌‌‍ affairs of another‌​ family without a good reason. Besides,⁠‍ you have already‍ been eliminated from​​⁠ the competition for​ succession.”

The⁠ baron didn’t say​⁠‍ this with any‍ particular malice, but​‍ his words were‌‍‍ even sharper for​​​ it.

He⁠⁠‌ was saying that‌‍ Joseph’s proposal lacked​‌ weight and was⁠ just empty noise.​

Joseph,​⁠‌ who understood the​ baron’s words, simply‌ bowed his head‌‍‌ in silence.

“Although​‍ I can’t offer​ you much help,‍⁠‌ please feel comfortable‌⁠‍ during your stay‌ here.”

Despite‍‌ seeing little utility‌ in Joseph’s visit,‌​ Baron Moldavir didn’t⁠ dismiss him abruptly.​⁠‌

This​‌⁠ was because he‌⁠‌ didn’t want to‌ lose ground to‍⁠​ Bayezid, who was‌‍‌ now gaining power⁠ in some way.‌

“By‍‌​ the way, this⁠‌​ tea you’ve brought⁠​ is quite good.”​‍

“I’m‍‌ glad you like⁠‍ it.”

“Well,​​⁠ although the tea‌​ leaves have a black color that⁠ isn’t very attractive.”‌

Perhaps‌‍​ due to the‌⁠​ rejection a moment‍‌⁠ ago, the air‌‌ in the room⁠ seemed a bit​​‍ cold.

However,⁠‌⁠ even in that‍‌​ atmosphere, Joseph showed​‌‌ no signs of⁠​ disappointment.

It‍ seemed too natural‍‌‍ to say that‌ he was trying​⁠⁠ to hide his​ disappointment.

“The​​ tea set and‍ the tea you’ve‌ brought are quite‍​ refined for someone⁠ so young.”

“The‍‍ cups were a gift from my‍ mother. She always‍⁠ wanted me to⁠⁠ drink hot tea⁠⁠ instead of ruining​‌‌ myself with alcohol.”⁠

Joseph,⁠⁠​ who was naturally‌‍‍ arranging the tea⁠‌‌ utensils he had‍ taken out, just​⁠ looked indifferently at​‍⁠ the baron, who​ was drinking tea‍​​ as if nothing‌ had happened.

Joseph’s‍​ tea had a sinister black color⁠ that made it​ difficult to call‍‍ it common green⁠ tea.

While‍‌⁠ watching the baron’s​‍ throat slowly swallow⁠‌ the tea, Joseph’s‍​ gaze darkened.

***‍‌

While‍‌⁠ Joseph was meeting​​ with Baron Moldavir,​​ Vlad and Nibelun​ were investigating all⁠⁠ over Kisignor.

To​​ be precise, they‌⁠ were looking for‌ rumors that the​⁠ missing Frausen and​​ the Woman in‍ Black might have‍‍ left behind.

“Haa…‌‌‍ We’ll have to‌​‌ return to the‌ north.”

However,​ despite all their⁠‌ hard work, there‌⁠ didn’t seem to‍⁠ be any results.⁠‍

The‍ knight, elegantly dressed,‍‍ ruffled his hair‌‌ in frustration as‍ the nearby patrons‍​ began to discreetly‍‌⁠ leave.

“The‍⁠ people here really​​‌ know nothing.”

The‌​ tavern owner frowned‌‍ as he watched‍⁠⁠ the customers leave,‍‍ but Vlad was​​​ lost in his‌⁠‍ thoughts.

“You‌⁠ should try the‌​ church. They might⁠‌‌ have information.”

“…The⁠​​ church here belongs‍‌ to the Vatican.”‌

Vlad​ tapped on his‍‌ left breastplate as‌ if to check​‍‍ something.

Vlad​‌‍ touched his left‍​⁠ breastplate, clearly showing‍ the inscription that‌​ the Pope of⁠⁠ the Northern Orthodox‍‌​ Church had engraved.​‌

“They‌​​ probably hate me⁠ more than they​⁠‍ hate you, beast-man.”​‍

“Oh.⁠⁠​ That’s not good.”‍

In⁠​‍ the north, it⁠​​ might have been‍‍ an honorable phrase,‍‌ but in the‍ central region, where⁠​​ the Vatican’s power‌ was strong, it⁠‌ was simply evidence⁠⁠⁠ of heresy.

Since​ there was nowhere​‌‍ to seek help,‌ Vlad tried to‌⁠​ do it himself,‌ but the results​‌ he achieved were​ minimal.

“…But​⁠‌ the way you​ eat seems very⁠‍ natural, doesn’t it?”‍​‍

Vlad’s​‍⁠ expression began to‌⁠ darken as he‌ watched Nibelun carelessly‌⁠ biting the skewer​ in front of‍​​ him.

Even‍ the shop owner⁠‌‌ had an expression​ that made him‌‌⁠ shudder, but Nibelun‌​ simply offered another‍‌ skewer to Vlad​ as if nothing‌​ had happened.

“We‌ need to find‍‍ him quickly. Dragons‌ keep dying in‌ the west, which‍⁠ is a bad‌ omen.”

“That’s‌ right.”

As​ Vlad listened to⁠​​ Nibelun, he thought⁠‌ of Frausen, who‍⁠⁠ had a strange​‍​ obsession with dragons.‍

And⁠‌ with him, the​‌ Woman in Black​​‌ who was spreading‍⁠ fog in the‍⁠​ city of Moshiam.​​

“I​ hope we can‌‌⁠ stop him before‌‍‍ something happens again.”‌⁠

Bringing‌​‍ down evil beings‍ was a natural⁠‍​ duty for knights,⁠‍⁠ but Vlad had​‌​ a somewhat more⁠‌​ special motivation.

Frausen​ is connected to⁠ Kihano.

And⁠ from the mist-filled‌‍⁠ village to the⁠‌ black-clad woman who‌‍‍ had long been‍​​ entangled in a bad relationship.

The​⁠‍ continuous appearance of‍⁠⁠ these enemies made⁠ him feel an‌ unavoidable obligation.

“It’s⁠⁠ a pleasure to‍⁠‌ see you again,‌ Vlad.”

“…!”​‌

Was‌ it because he⁠⁠ was lost in​‌ worry?

Vlad⁠‍​ was startled by​ the sudden voice.⁠‍⁠

Apparently,⁠​⁠ he hadn’t noticed​ anything until now,‌ but now a man was sitting​⁠ next to Vlad.‌​​

“Lord‍ Marcus?”

“I⁠‍ don’t know what‌‌‍ you’re so focused⁠⁠⁠ on.”

A man with scars⁠​⁠ all over his⁠​ face.

Marcus,‍ who gave a new name every​ time they met,⁠⁠⁠ took a skewer‍​‌ in front of⁠​ him and looked‌‌⁠ at Vlad.

“…How‌‌ did you get‌‌ here?”

“I⁠ had some business​ to attend to.”⁠‍​

Although​ it was a familiar and welcome⁠​‌ face, Vlad couldn’t​‍ help but be‍‌​ on guard.

This‍ was because Marcus,‍​​ Bayezid’s hidden sword,‌ couldn’t have come⁠ here without any⁠‌​ intention.

“What‌​​ business do you‍ have?”

“As‍ I told you⁠‌‍ before, I can’t⁠‍⁠ talk about my‍⁠ missions.”

“Are‍‌ you here for‌‌‍ Lord Joseph?”

“…”‍‌​

Marcus‌ didn’t respond, just⁠‌ looked at the​ skewer Vlad was​​​ holding.

“How⁠​⁠ is Lord Joseph?”‌

“You⁠​‍ should know better‍ than I do.”​

Joseph‍ has the right⁠ to succession, but⁠ he had been‌⁠ eliminated from the‍‍ competition to be‌ head of the‍⁠​ family.

The‌‍ fact that he​‌ was traveling alone‌⁠⁠ through the central⁠⁠ region and meeting‌ other lords wouldn’t​​ be something that‌‌ would please Bayezid.⁠

Vlad‍ suspected Marcus and‍‍ wondered if that⁠⁠‌ was the reason,‍ but the answer​ he received was​ vague.

“I⁠⁠ don’t know. At​ least in appearance,⁠‍ he seems fine.”‌​‍

“…?”‌‍

“But‍‌ there’s something I want to ask‌​ you.”

Marcus’s​ response, which was​​‍ a bit hard⁠⁠ to understand, made⁠ Vlad want to‌ ask what he​ meant, but the‌‌‍ conversation was still⁠ dominated by the​‍ scarred man.

“Did‍‍‍ you ever travel​⁠‌ alone to the⁠​ east? When you​‍‌ met the elves.”⁠‍

“…Why‌‌ do you ask‍‍⁠ that?”

“Did⁠‍ something unfortunate happen‍⁠ then?”

It‍ seems that the​‍ reason Marcus appeared‍ this time was‌‍⁠ himself, not Joseph.‍‌⁠

The⁠ unexpected question about​ his trip to​​​ the east made‍‍ Vlad frown.

“Something‍ unfortunate?”

“For‍ example, stealing something​⁠‌ from someone?”

Marcus​⁠⁠ was staring intently.‌

Although‌⁠ his presence around‌​‍ him was weak,​ Vlad naturally became​⁠ nervous seeing him⁠‌ leave a strong​ impression on those‌‍ he knew.

“Or‌ killing someone?”

“…”⁠​‌

Vlad​⁠ missed the moment‌ to answer Marcus’s​​‍ question, which was‌​ hard to understand.⁠⁠⁠

However,⁠‍ Marcus, who was​‍ closely examining Vlad’s​⁠​ expression, simply nodded‌​‍ silently as if⁠‌​ he understood.

“So⁠ it wasn’t like​ that. I hope‌ you can clear⁠​‌ up any misunderstandings.”‌‌⁠

“What?”⁠‌

Clang!‍​

Despite⁠ Vlad’s question, Marcus​⁠​ simply left the‌​⁠ coins without saying‌‌ a word and⁠‍​ quietly left the​‍ shop.

However,‍ the coins he⁠ left were more​‌⁠ than enough to‌⁠‍ pay not only‍​ for his own‌‌​ meal but also⁠ for Vlad and​​ Nibelun’s.

“The‍ central region is​‌⁠ not a good‍ area for you.​‍ Personally, I’d advise​ you to quickly​‍‌ move to another⁠​⁠ area.”

“…”⁠​​

“Until‌⁠⁠ next time.”

Vlad‍‍‍ watched Marcus intently‍ as he left,​ giving him advice.⁠‍

Vlad‌​ couldn’t erase the‌ complicated expression on⁠​​ his face as‍‍ he watched him⁠ disappear, despite thinking‌⁠⁠ he had blended⁠‌ into the crowd.‌⁠​

***⁠⁠

The‍⁠ Sun Was Setting,‌‍‌ and It Was‌ Time to Close​​​ the City Gates⁠‌

Heeeeeee-!‍‌

Now,‍​ at a time​ when even the‍‌‍ street vendors wouldn’t​‌​ be watching, there⁠‍​ was a group⁠⁠⁠ approaching the city​ with the loud​ sound of horse​​‍ hooves.

The‍⁠ gatekeepers of Kisignor⁠ began to get‌‍⁠ very nervous upon‌ seeing them arrive,​‍‍ clad in gleaming⁠⁠ armor and riding⁠ sturdy-looking horses.

“Stop!⁠ Identify yourselves!”

The⁠ captain of the‍​ guard, following his‍⁠‌ duty, halted the‍ riders, but upon‌⁠ seeing the banner‍⁠ they carried, he‍​​ turned pale.

The‍ black flag with‌⁠ a descending white​⁠ lightning bolt.

Not‍ only the guard⁠‌‍ commander but also‍ the surrounding guards​‌ quickly raised their⁠‌​ hands and began​ to salute at‌ the simple yet‌ powerful design of‍ the banner.

“Welcome​‌ to our city!”​

“…We‌⁠ have received reports​​ that the knight‍‌ from the north,‌⁠ Vlad Aureo, is⁠‌ in this city.⁠⁠ Is that true?”‌

However,⁠​‍ the men who‍ received the courteous‍ greeting only asked​ cold questions as‌‍ if they were⁠​‌ not impressed at​‌ all.

The​‍ guard commander, who‌​⁠ realized that there⁠‌ was an anger​‍ difficult to conceal​⁠‌ in that coldness,‍​ quickly began to⁠⁠⁠ think of Vlad’s​ name in his‌​‍ head.

“Vlad…⁠​​ Lord Vlad Aureo‌‍​ must have visited‍‌‌ our city yesterday!”​​⁠

He‌‍ didn’t know why⁠‌‍ they were looking⁠​ for him, but‌⁠ the image of⁠⁠ the blond knight​‍ was clear in⁠⁠ his mind.

The‌‌ knight who came⁠‍​ with the dark-eyed​ noble was the‍​‍ one who brought‍‌ with him so‌ many symbols that⁠ it was hard⁠‌‌ to count them.​

“Really?”​⁠

A knight from the​‍ north who came‍ with a flag⁠‌ full of honor.‍​

However,‌‌ when the men‍‍ heard the response,⁠​ their expressions only​ hardened.

“In‍‌ the name of​⁠‌ Prince Armand, protector​ of the kingdom,‌⁠⁠ I order that‍‍​ all gates of​⁠ Kisignor be closed.”​‌‌

“…B-but…”‌⁠⁠

“Do‍⁠ it without question.”⁠

The​‍ captain of the​‌‍ guard bowed his‍ head as the‍‌ knights’ eyes shone‍⁠ fiercely.

The​ order from Prince​​⁠ Armand was enough,⁠ but the knight’s​‍ gaze was even‌⁠ more terrifying.

“…We‌ have finally found‍‍ him.”

Without‌⁠​ waiting for the‌​ captain’s permission, the​ riders with the‌​ unknown flag entered​ the city.

Everyone‍​‍ on horseback had‍‌⁠ such an impeccable​‌⁠ spirit that it​​‍ was impossible to‍‌ look at them‍⁠​ in vain.

“Finally,‌ I will be‌‌‌ able to avenge​⁠ Lord August.”

The⁠‌ appearance of a pure white lightning​⁠‍ bolt engraved on⁠​ a black flag.‍⁠

The‍‍ only people who‌‌⁠ could raise the⁠ glorious banner, which‍​ was said to⁠‌​ be a tribute​⁠ to the Sword​ Master, were the‌‌ Imperial Guard, responsible‌ for the security‍‍‌ of the capital​‍‌ city of Brigantes.​

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