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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 22

Chapter 22

The​⁠ winter came to⁠‌‌ an end and⁠‍ spring was approaching.​‍⁠

With⁠​​ the warm breeze​ blowing, the snow⁠⁠‌ that had frozen​​ within the winter​⁠‍ melts, and things‌‍ that had been‌ sleeping until now‌‍⁠ wake up.

“Damn.”‌​​

In‍ other words, it‍⁠‌ was the season​ when the roads‌ became muddy and‍ the carriage wheels‍‍ easily got stuck.‌‌

“What‌ are you doing?”​​‌

“······.”​‌⁠

Looking⁠ at Zayar who⁠‌‍ was grumbling above,​⁠‌ Vlad trudged to​⁠‌ the rear wheel‍ of the carriage.‍‌‌

After⁠‌‌ Zayar confirmed that‍‌‍ Vlad’s body recovered,⁠ he had started⁠‍‍ sparring with Vlad‍​‌ and assigning various‍‍‌ errands whenever he​‌ had time. And‌​‍ it was rough.⁠‌

It‌ was as if‌‍ he had been‌ waiting for the‌‍⁠ moment.

“A⁠​ carriage for nobles⁠ is quite heavy.”‌‍⁠

“But​ it didn’t get⁠‍​ stuck much this⁠ time. Captain.”

“How‍ long will you‌‌⁠ keep calling me‌‍ Captain?”

“That’s‍‍​ because you don’t‍‌​ let me call​⁠ you by your⁠⁠ name.”

He⁠‍​ and a few‌‌ servants were pulling‌⁠⁠ out the carriage⁠ wheels covered in‍ mud, but Gott⁠​​ just made a happy expression.

“Do‍ you like this?”‍‍

“Of​‌​ course it’s good.”‌‍​

Gott​‌​ was a person‌‌ who deserved to‌ laugh.

In‌ the end, Gott’s​ judgment was correct.‍

Vlad​ was a guy​ who would make‍‍ things happen, and⁠‍ it was natural‌ for things to⁠‌⁠ fall into place​ when he was‌⁠⁠ around.

‘Then‌ come with me.’⁠‍‌

On‌ the last night⁠ in Varna, Vlad‌‍‌ gave Gott a meeting he had⁠⁠ been looking forward​ to.

‘Because,⁠‌‌ I don’t have​ any money to⁠‌ reward you at⁠​​ the moment. I’m‍ broke.’

‘It’s⁠​​ an honor. Lord​​‌ Josef!’

Josef‍⁠‍ heard that Gott​⁠⁠ brought Vlad, who​⁠​ could not ride‍⁠​ a horse, to​​ the base camp⁠⁠ in a timely⁠​⁠ manner, and also‌ brought Zayar to​‌‍ resolve the situation.‍⁠‍ So, Josef would⁠‌ also provide a fair reward.

For‍ that reason, Gott⁠ is currently joining‍ the procession heading⁠ to Sturma.

“I‍‌ am going to​‌ the Count Bayezid​ family, a family‌⁠ that is difficult‍ to even dare‍‌​ to look up​‌⁠ to, and is‍‍ said to be​‍ a powerful family‌ in the North,‍ so of course‍⁠ it is good.”⁠

Gott‌‌‍ wasn’t only looking⁠⁠‌ for the reward​⁠ that Josef would‌‍ offer.

He​​​ was a swindler,​⁠ and as such,⁠ he was a cunning individual.

“If​​ I can demonstrate⁠ my usefulness there,⁠‍ wouldn’t Lord Josef‌⁠ consider using me?​ I can’t continue​‍‍ living an uncertain​⁠ life as a mercenary forever.”

“Why‍‌‍ don’t you just‍ shut up and​‍‍ push the carriage?”‍

“A⁠‍ servant of the‌‌ Count Bayezid family⁠‍ ! Even this​ much would be‌ considered a successful⁠ career for a commoner.”

“Just‍⁠​ shut up and‌ push the damn⁠ carriage. Please, before⁠⁠ I give you‍​‌ a beating.”

Being‌‌‌ well aware of⁠⁠‍ the importance of⁠‌ seizing opportunities, Gott‍ could still manage‍‌ to smile even​ while struggling to‍⁠⁠ push the carriage.‍

This⁠ is because the‍‍ world was such​⁠⁠ that it was⁠​ difficult to get⁠​​ a chance to‌​ move up.

No​ matter how skilled‌​ and prepared one⁠‍‍ was, there were⁠ a bunch of⁠ people who collapsed‌ because they lacked⁠‌‌ a single thread‌​ called luck.

In‍‍ that sense, Vlad‍​​ and Gott could⁠​ be said to​⁠‌ be lucky people.‌⁠​

Of‌‌ course, it was‌ also the result‍⁠⁠ of decisively seizing‍ the opportunity.

On​⁠‍ that night, Vlad‍ had prepared for⁠‍ death and summoned⁠​​ the white world.​

Gott,‍​ on the other‍‍ hand, took the⁠‍‍ risk and went⁠ back the way​​‌ he came to‍‍‍ bring Zayar.

It‌‍ was all for​​⁠ the present.

“Hey,‌‍⁠ you lazy bunch!​⁠ Do you plan‌‌ to lie around⁠ here all day!”⁠⁠

So,‍​ now they find‌‌ themselves pushing the‍ carriage in the‍‌‌ mud, enduring Zayar’s‍ curses from behind.⁠

“Hahaha!”​⁠

‘I⁠ am going crazy.‌⁠‍ Seriously.’

Vlad‍‍​ closed his eyes​‌⁠ tightly as he⁠⁠​ looked at Zayar,​​‍ who was swearing‌ and urging him⁠ from behind, and‍ Gott, who was‍‌‍ laughing unpleasantly next⁠ to him.

[Even‌ in situations like‌‌ this, you must‌‍ maintain composure.]

‘I‍ know that too!’‌‌⁠

Despite​⁠​ the advice of‍‌⁠ the voice, Vlad⁠⁠ couldn’t easily quell‌‍‌ his boiling anger.⁠​‌

“Fuck.”‍

“Are‌ you talking to⁠​ me right now?”​

“No.”‍⁠‍

“Well,⁠‍ it better not​ be.”

After​ involuntarily muttering a curse in low‍‍⁠ voice, Vlad received‌‍‌ a blow to‌​‌ the back of⁠​ his head from‌⁠​ Zayar. Then, without‍‌​ hesitation, he glared‍ at Gott and‌‌ delivered a swift‌⁠⁠ blow to the‍ back of his‍ head.

“Ah!”⁠‍

“Are​​ you laughing now?”⁠‍‌

Vlad‍‍​ was a hot-blooded‍‌ 17-year-old who had⁠‌‌ lived a violent⁠‌‌ life in the⁠ back alleys.

“Don’t⁠⁠‌ laugh, just push.​‍ Because I don’t​⁠‌ want to get​​ beaten up any⁠ more.”

“I⁠ am pushing…”

Vlad‌ was still just⁠​ a boy who‌⁠‌ was far from‌ becoming a knight.‌​‍

Not⁠ yet.

※※※※‌

The⁠⁠⁠ County of Bayezid.⁠‍⁠

The‌ territory of the​⁠ Bayezid family, which⁠ includes three cities⁠ and twelve villages.‍‍

Shoara,‌‍⁠ the city where​‍‍ Vlad was born.‍​

Varna,​ the city that‌⁠‍ led the recent‌​ monster subjugation.

“Is‌ this Sturma?”

“That’s‍ right. It’s where‌‍ my hometown is.”​‌‍

And​ what he could​⁠‌ see right now⁠‌ was the city⁠ of Sturma, the‌⁠ capital of Bayezid‍ County.

“Oh.”‌‍

Vlad‌​ involuntarily exclaimed as‍ he looked at‌ the new cityscape.⁠

The‍‌ first thing that​⁠​ caught his eye​ was the high‌ and massive city‍​​ walls.

“It’s​⁠​ really big.”

Although‌‍​ Shoara also had‌ city walls, they⁠ were not as‌⁠​ large and tall​‍‍ as here.

“Hmm.”​‌‌

Vlad,‌ with his background‍ from the back‍​ alleys, was naturally‌‌ thinking about where​ he could make⁠‌ an astonishing escaping‌‌‍ hole in the​⁠⁠ city wall.

“There‌⁠​ is a reason​​​ why the city‍ walls are so‍ big.”

As‍​‍ Vlad stared at‍ the walls lost‌ in thought, Josef​⁠ began to explain‌ beside him.

It‌⁠ all started from‍​⁠ a small misunderstanding,⁠‍ but to Vlad,‍‌​ who lacked insight,‍ every bit of​‌ the story was​ valuable.

“These​ walls were built‌‌ out of necessity‌⁠ and also serve‍⁠‌ the purpose of‍ demonstrating the strength‍‍‍ of the Bayezid‌‍‍ family.”

The‌‍ history of the​​​ Bayezid family was‌ a series of​ struggles.

Monsters‍‍ and barbarians pouring‍ out when the⁠⁠‌ time comes.

And,⁠​⁠ wars with other​⁠ territories constantly break‍ out as is‌‌‍ typical of the​⁠ harsh northern climate.​⁠​

These⁠ walls had endured‍​ all that.

“It’s⁠‍ a different sight‍ from Varna.”

“That⁠⁠ place is a city with strong⁠ religious influence. Even⁠‍ though it was​‍ what my father‌⁠ intended.”

Although‌⁠⁠ Vlad was also​‌‌ from a city,‍⁠ each city he​‍‍ had seen had‍‌​ a different atmosphere.‍‌⁠

The​ young bird, which​‍ had finally come​​ out into the⁠‍ world, could not​⁠‌ help but be‍⁠​ amazed at everything‌ it saw.

“Close⁠ your mouth. Brat.”‌​‍

“Please‍⁠‍ call me Vlad‍ of Shoara.”

“No‍‌‌ way.”

“······.”‍

Zayar⁠‍⁠ sneered as he‌‍‍ looked at Vlad,‌‍⁠ who was looking​ at Sturma with‍⁠‌ his mouth wide‍ open.

“You’re​ still just a brat.”

“Priest​‍ Andrea will be​ sad to hear‌‍⁠ this.”

“You’re​ my squire, not‍ the deacon of‌‍ the priest. I can call you‌ whatever I want.”‌‍‌

“······.”⁠

The‍​ attention that Zayar⁠‌‍ showered on Vlad,‍ his first squire,‌⁠‌ was unusual.

“If‌ you do something‌ rude in the​‍⁠ Bayezid family, be​‌ prepared to take⁠‍ a beating.”

“I‌⁠‍ get beaten every‍ day anyway. It’s⁠⁠⁠ nothing new.”

Looking⁠ at the bold​ squire who did‌ not give up‍ on him even⁠ a word, Zayar​⁠ smiled and caressed‌ his eye patch.⁠​‌

‘One​⁠⁠ thing is for‌ sure, this boy​⁠‌ has a spirit‍‌⁠ that can be​ useful.’

Josef,⁠​ his lord, always‌ suffered from a shortage of capable⁠ knights, and the‌​ young boy before⁠ him was undoubtedly​ one of the​⁠‌ pieces that could⁠ fill that gap.⁠⁠

‘Moreover,‌‌ he can use​‌​ aura.’

Even​‌ though Vlad did​‍ not disclose the⁠‌​ details of the‌ secret behind the​ one man ever-winning⁠‌ secret, according to​‌ Josef, Vlad had⁠ undoubtedly used aura‍⁠‌ in a critical‍‌​ moment.

As⁠​ a result, he⁠ was bedridden, but‍‌​ the important thing⁠‍⁠ was that he​ made it through.​

‘I‌⁠ should test him‌‍​ rigorously when we‍​ get there.’

Can‌‍​ he use aura?⁠

Or‌‌​ can he completely⁠‍ grasp and utilize‍⁠ aura perfectly in‌‌⁠ practical situations?

This​​‍ was a significant⁠⁠‌ part of a knight’s talent.

And⁠‍ the young boy​‍​ before his eyes‍‌‌ had splendidly demonstrated​‍ his talent and⁠⁠​ potential.

“Go⁠‌ ahead.”

With‌ Josef’s words, the‌ group began to‌ walk toward the‌ gates of Sturma.‍​‍

“The​ young master has​​‌ arrived!”

“Open​​‍ the gates!”

The⁠​‍ towering and sturdy‌ city walls didn’t‍⁠‌ apply to Josef.​‌

There​ was a long‍‍‌ queue waiting at‍ the entrance to⁠ enter the castle,​ but just the‌ name Josef created⁠​‌ a path, like‍‌ waves splitting apart.‍⁠

“Wow.”‌‍

Gott​ couldn’t help but​​ exclaim at the‍ sight.

For‍‍‌ him, who had‌ lived a life‍‍ of waiting and‍ being pushed out,⁠ this was the‍‍ first time in‌‌‌ his life that⁠⁠‍ he had experienced⁠​‍ something like this.​‌

Vlad​ also saw the‍⁠​ scene before his​ eyes and confirmed‍‌ that he was‌‌‌ stepping into a different place from​ where he had‌ lived before.

“Welcome‌‍ back to Sturma!⁠ Lord Josef!”

“It’s​‌‍ reassuring to see‍‌‌ the soldiers of‍ the Bayezid family⁠​ guarding the gate​​⁠ so firmly.”

“Thank⁠⁠ you!”

Even‍‍ with Josef’s customary‌ praise, the gatekeeper‍ responded loudly and‌‌‍ opened the gate.⁠

“Everyone,‍ salute!”

The​ guards were saluting​ until Josef’s carriage⁠⁠ had completely passed.‍

It‍ was an expression‌‌⁠ of respect for​‍⁠ the noble bloodline‍ of the Bayezid‍ family and a natural ceremony for‍⁠⁠ the ruler of​‍ the city.

And‌⁠‌ Vlad was also‌‍​ passing by.

“You‍‌‍ idiot! Are you‌ not going to⁠‌ put that in⁠​​ immediately? Lord Josef’s⁠ presence alone is⁠​ a pass.”

“······.”​⁠‍

Zayar‍‍ was growling on‍‌‍ his horse, but​‍ Vlad didn’t even‌‍‍ listen.

It‌‍ was something he​⁠‌ wanted to do.​

“Go‌‌‍ in and see‍​ for yourself.”

Regardless‍ of what Zayar‍ said, Vlad walked‌ confidently.

And⁠‌ held out a small piece of‌‍⁠ wood in front⁠ of the guards‍‌⁠ saluting Josef.

The​‍​ piece of wood‍ was made by​⁠⁠ Priest Andrea, symbolizing⁠‍‌ Vlad’s presence.

“Aren’t‍‌⁠ you going to‍ check?”

Now‍ he doesn’t have‍‌ to go in‌‌⁠ and out of​⁠ the tunnels.

It‌‌ was a small‍‍⁠ act of rebellion⁠​‌ from the boy⁠⁠ who could now​ be confident anywhere.‌

※※※※​‍

Under‌​ the sharp gaze‍⁠ of Zayar, Vlad‍ and Gott entered⁠ the mansion of⁠‍⁠ the Bayezid family.‍‍

“Sigh······.”‍

“Impressive,‍ truly impressive.”

A huge gray mansion‌⁠ overlooking all of​ the city.

The​‌‌ two commoners’ eyes‌⁠​ were wide as‌​ they walked towards‍‍‍ the real noble​⁠ mansion they had​ never imagined.

“From⁠​ now on, you‍‍‌ are guests of​ Lord Josef. If⁠ you do anything‌‌ foolish, you’ll tarnish⁠⁠ Lord Josef’s honor.”​‍‌

“Yes.”‍

“Just‍‍ walk with your‍‌ eyes down. Don’t‍​ wander around like⁠‍⁠ country bumpkins.”

Listening​‌⁠ to Zayar’s warning,​​⁠ especially about Josef,‌⁠‌ Vlad closed his‌ open mouth and‍​‌ walked quietly with⁠⁠ his head down.⁠⁠

‘Is‌​ this velvet? Silk?’‍‍

Even‌ though they were‌‍‍ just walking while​ looking at the⁠ floor, there was⁠‍‌ plenty to see.‍⁠

Stepping‍ on the soft​‌‍ velvet laid on‌ the white marble​​ was like experiencing⁠​‌ a luxury that​ a back-alley boy⁠‍​ could never have‍ dreamed of.

Vlad⁠ was seriously contemplating‌​ whether it was‍​ appropriate for him‌​‍ to tread on⁠⁠‌ such expensive-looking things.‍‍​

“Wait​​ here.”

Zayar‌​⁠ handed them over​ to the reception‍‌ room with a growl.

From‌ now on, Josef‌ had to report⁠‍ to Peter Bayezid,‌‌ his father and⁠⁠ the owner of⁠‍ this mansion, about​ his safe return⁠ and the curse‌‌⁠ that had taken⁠​⁠ place in the⁠‍ camp.

“The⁠‌ maids will bring‌⁠‍ refreshments. Well… Don’t⁠​ eat anything, just‍⁠‍ wait. If you‍‍⁠ eat in a dirty manner, bad‍‌ rumors will spread.”​​‌

“But‍‌ just a little······.”‌​

“Shut​‍​ up.”

And⁠‍ there was absolutely‍‌​ no reason for⁠ Vlad and Gott⁠ to be present⁠‍​ at that moment⁠​ of reporting.

They‍‍‍ had no right‍ to face Count‍⁠​ Bayezid directly; they‌⁠ could only move‌‍ under Josef’s guarantee.​‍

“······.”⁠

“······.”​​

Even​​ though the threatening⁠⁠‍ Zayar disappeared, Vlad​ and Gott could‍ not relax easily.⁠‌⁠

Everything⁠ was too clean,‌⁠ too vast, and‌ above all, too‌ quiet.

It‌ was a sight​‌‌ and scenery they‍ had never seen‍ before, born and⁠ raised in a completely different world.‌

Thus,⁠⁠ they failed to⁠‌ notice something important.​‍

The‍ white curtains beside‌ them were fluttering.‌⁠

“Newcomers,‍‍‍ huh? Who are​‌‌ you guys?”

“······!”⁠‍‍

And‌ the fact that⁠ there was someone​‌ else in the⁠ reception room besides⁠‍ them.

Under‍​ the slightly open‌‌​ window, a man​⁠ was walking out​​ through the spread⁠⁠‌ white curtains.

“I⁠​‌ was just trying‌⁠ to play around⁠‌ here secretly.”

A man shrugs his‍ shoulders and approaches‌‍ the two. The​‍⁠ man had a strong demeanor, a confident posture, and​‍​ an unmistakable heavy​‌‍ presence.

It⁠​‍ was as if‍⁠⁠ a black panther‌‌ living in the‍‍⁠ eastern jungle had‌⁠ turned into a person.

“I’m​ Gott, and this‍​ Lord Josef······.”

“······.”‍‌

And​‌‌ Vlad was able‍‍‍ to recognize the‍‌​ man in front​ of him the⁠ moment he saw‍ him.

He​‍‌ looked remarkably similar⁠‍ to the other⁠⁠‌ black-haired man he‍‍⁠ had seen before.​

“Okay.​‍⁠ You’re Gott.”

The‌‍‌ black-haired man looked‌​⁠ at Vlad and⁠‍ asked, “Who are‌‍⁠ you?”

His​ sharp gaze could‍ seem like it‌‌​ could overpower someone‌⁠ just with his​‍ presence, but Vlad‌ met that gaze​‌ with defiance.

One​⁠ thing he had⁠ learned living in‍ the back alleys‌​ was that avoiding‌ someone’s gaze meant‌ lowering yourself. Those⁠⁠​ who were underestimated⁠‌⁠ in the alleys‌‍​ of Shoara were​ mercilessly devoured.

Resisting⁠‍ someone’s presence was‌‍ an instinct of⁠ survival to Vlad.‌‍​

“I’m‌‍ Vlad of Shoara.”‍

“Hmm?‌ This is my⁠​​ first time hearing‍‍ this name.”

The‌ black-haired man looked​⁠ amused by the⁠‍ blond boy confidently‍ answering him.

He​ liked this kid.⁠⁠

His⁠⁠​ eyes were lively,​ and he didn’t‌ back down even‍ in the face‌⁠‍ of his presence.‍‍

‘Did‍​ Josef find a decent one?’

Rutger,‌ who was cheerful‍ by nature, appreciated​​​ someone with such‍​⁠ a confident attitude.​

“Would⁠​‍ you like some​ peanuts?”

And⁠⁠​ Rutger was a man who was‌ generous with whatever‌​‍ he pleased.

But…‍⁠

“I‌⁠ was told not‌ to eat.”

“Huh?”⁠

Vlad⁠‍‍ was nervous in‌‍ this unfamiliar environment​ and was doing​​⁠ his best to⁠‌ counter Rutger’s presence.‌⁠⁠

That’s⁠‍⁠ why he answered‌⁠⁠ mechanically without even‍‌​ realizing it.

“I⁠⁠‍ was told not‌⁠‍ to eat anything‌ here.”

“······Yes?”⁠⁠‌

Rutger,‍⁠‌ who had not⁠‍​ expected anyone to​ dare refuse his​‌⁠ favor, was momentarily⁠ taken aback by​‌ Vlad’s response.

“This​⁠‌ tastes good, though…”​

“······”⁠‍⁠

Goat,⁠​ who bowed his‍​ head, knew something‍⁠ was wrong with⁠‍ the current situation,‍​‍ but he did​⁠‍ not dare to​ intervene.

Vlad‌​​ of Shoara.

The‍‌ first thing he‍​‌ did when he‌ came to the⁠​⁠ Bayezid family.

He⁠‌‌ had refused the‌ friendly offering of‌​ peanuts from Rutger,‍ the eldest son⁠ of the Count.‌‍⁠

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