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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 227: The Reason He Left (1)

Chapter 227: The Reason He Left (1)

The‍​ count’s face was​ swollen, as if​‌ he hadn’t slept‌​ well.

Pablo,‍ who was next⁠ to him, and‍ the guards who‌​ guarded the study‌⁠ door, also showed​‍ the same expression.‍

The​​ people of Arnstein​ had been roused‍‍ early in the​ morning, before dawn,‍​ and all sighed⁠​ softly as they​ looked at Vlad⁠​⁠ in front of​​ them.

“I’m⁠‌ glad you look​‌⁠ healthy, Lord Vlad.”​‍

“Thank​‌⁠ you for your‌​‌ concern.”

“And​‌​ you also seem​‍‍ to be full‍⁠ of energy.”

“…I’m‍ sorry, Count.”

Vlad‌​⁠ remained silent while‌ looking at Count‌ Arnstein, who seemed​⁠​ very tired.

It‍‌‌ wasn’t that he​ had nothing to‌⁠‌ say, but he‌⁠ realized it wasn’t‌‌⁠ the right time⁠ to speak.

“I‍‌ understand. You just‍‍‌ woke up, so‍‌‍ you probably haven’t​ grasped the situation.‌ Where should I start explaining?”

“No‌‌ need, Count. I already received a summary of the‍ situation from my‌⁠ mage.”

It‍‍ was dawn when​ he relentlessly beat‍‌​ Radu, who was​​​ trying to steal‍‍⁠ the dragon-slaying sword.​ Vlad, having heard​‌‌ the general situation​⁠​ from Nibelun and‌‌ Pedro, who came​​⁠ running upon hearing​ the loud noise,‌‌ already knew of‌⁠ Joseph’s betrayal and‌ disappearance.

“…To‌⁠ be honest, I still can’t believe​ it.”

“I‌⁠⁠ suppose after being‌​​ bedridden for two‌​​ weeks, you’ll need⁠​​ time to fully⁠​​ recover.”

The⁠⁠ last thing he‍ saw before losing‌​​ consciousness was Joseph​⁠‌ passing by his‍⁠​ side.

The‍ image of him‍⁠ walking pale under‍ the blue moon‌​ still seemed unreal,⁠‍ like a dream.‌​

“Still,‌ I’d like to‌ ask you something.‍⁠‌ What do you‍ plan to do‍‌‌ now?”

“…”‍

The‌​⁠ count’s eyes, closely​ watching him, had‍ a cold and​‍‌ bitter intensity that‍‌​ gripped Vlad’s mind,‌​​ who finally felt‌ the pain rising​​ from his chest.⁠‍‌

“I‌ feel sorry for​‌ having been invited‌⁠‌ as a guest​​⁠ and causing great⁠‌ harm to the‍‍⁠ host.”

Vlad’s​⁠‌ deep bow, despite‌‌ the large wounds‌‍‍ he had not‍⁠‍ yet recovered from,​‌ clearly showed his‍ sincerity.

Such​​‌ an attitude even​ made Count Arnstein,​‍⁠ known for being⁠‌​ strict about manners,​‍ look at him‍ with satisfaction.

“So‍ please, give me‌ a chance to‌ compensate for the​​ damage I’ve caused‍ to this territory.”​

But⁠‌‌ the Count would‌​⁠ not know.

That‌‍⁠ Vlad’s posture was‌​⁠ completely inspired by⁠‍ Joseph.

Although⁠‌‌ he was weak,⁠‌ the man with‍ deep shadows in‍​⁠ his eyes always⁠‌ remained proud, someone⁠ Vlad admired deeply.⁠‌

“What‌​‍ kind of opportunity?”​⁠

Vlad’s‍‌⁠ eyes shone as​⁠ he looked at‍⁠‍ the count. Joseph​​​ had told him‍⁠⁠ that opportunities are‍ found in the​⁠ midst of crises.⁠

Arnstein​ was completely distressed⁠​⁠ by Frausen’s attack,‌‍ but this was‍ the right time‍‌ to speak since⁠⁠ he was so‌⁠‍ upset.

“Please⁠ lend me the⁠ Arnstein coat of‍‍ arms.”

Vlad​‌ turned his head⁠‍ and looked at‌⁠‌ the Arnstein family⁠⁠​ emblem nailed in⁠ a corner of⁠‌ the study.

Although‍ the study was​ in complete disarray,‍⁠‍ the sight of⁠‍ the upright flag‍ symbolized the count’s​​⁠ pride.

“If‍⁠ you lend me‌ the Count’s coat⁠ of arms, I will shout Arnstein’s​‌ name first as‌‍ I pierce their⁠⁠⁠ hearts.”

Use⁠​‌ me as a sword to replace‍​‌ your anger.

If​​ you do, while‍ piercing our enemies,⁠ Arnstein’s name will‍​ be the first‍ I shout.

“…”⁠

Knock,​‌ knock.

There‌⁠ were three people⁠​‍ standing in the‍ study, but only⁠‌ one sound was⁠‌‍ heard.

The‌‍​ sound that echoed⁠​ through the silence⁠‍‍ was Count Arnstein’s​‍‍ fingers tapping on⁠ the table.

“It’s​​‍ an interesting move.”⁠​

Count​​​ Arnstein, now leaning‌​ deeply in his‌‍ chair, was smiling.‌‍

Although⁠‍‌ it was a transparent move, Vlad’s​‌ intention was appreciated,⁠‌ and this was‍​ reflected in his‌ smile.

“Yes,⁠⁠ that’s how it⁠​ should be. People​ should always try‌ something.”

“…”⁠

“I​ like your attitude.‍ I would have⁠‌‍ preferred a bit‌‍‍ more caution.”

Originally,‌ people felt more​‌​ joy in seeing​‍‍ things grow than‌ in seeing things​​ created.

And‌​⁠ now the count‍⁠ appreciated Vlad’s wild⁠⁠ efforts, despite his⁠ clear intentions.

“I​‍​ will give you​​ my emblem.”

The‍​ count had noticed‌ the small flag‍​‍ Vlad had brought​ with him when⁠ he first arrived​​‍ at the mansion.​​

The‍‍⁠ flag hanging from⁠‌ his black horse​ was an ancient‌ tradition of knights,⁠ much like the‍‍ rules of sword​‌ masters.

“Prove‌⁠ your innocence and‌‍ that of your‍ companions with my​ emblem.”

Arnstein’s⁠ name, the leader⁠‌‍ of the central⁠‍ region, was definitely‌ a popular name‌ everywhere.

Even‍ if he didn’t⁠ know it in​‍ the north, Vlad​ had no standing‌ in the central‌⁠‍ region, so his‌ cooperation was essential‌ to follow the​⁠‌ steps of Frausen‌​ and Joseph.

“Thank​‌ you, Count.”

“Please‍⁠⁠ don’t forget. The​‍​ conditions you set​⁠‌ for me.”

However,‍ there is no​ cooperation without compensation.⁠⁠⁠

The⁠‍ count’s mouth was​ smiling, but his​⁠ eyes, which were⁠⁠ looking at Vlad,​‍‌ were not smiling.⁠​⁠

“You‌​ must drive my⁠⁠ emblem into Joseph’s⁠ heart.”

“…”‍‍‍

Vlad‌⁠​ turned around and‌​​ did not see⁠​ his eyes.

However,​ his voice, which‍​ was as cold​‌​ as the doorknob‍‌ he was holding,​⁠ clearly carried a weight that was‍‌ hard to ignore.‍​

***‌‌‌

“I‌​ am Radu Dragulia.‌​ As a noble‌ of the Empire,​ I have rights.”‍

Although‍⁠‌ his face was‍‍​ that of a withered old man,‌ his voice was⁠⁠ young.

Nibelun’s​​‌ expression slowly wrinkled,‍​ as if the‌‌ strange discrepancy was⁠‍ unbearable.

“I⁠ claim my rights​ as a legitimate⁠​ prisoner. I am‌‌ entitled to them!”​

Radu,‌ who had lost‍⁠ his mind in‍‍ the Dragulia mansion’s⁠ basement, had now‌​​ recovered enough to​⁠‌ be concerned about‍ his safety.

Although⁠ the circumstances under⁠⁠ which he expressed‌⁠⁠ himself were quite‍⁠​ pathetic, it was⁠ enough to make⁠ it seem like‌⁠⁠ he wouldn’t die​​​ on the way‌ north.

“Then​‍ why did you⁠‌ try to steal‌ someone else’s sword?‌ That sword is‍ very precious to⁠ Lord Vlad.”

“I‍ didn’t steal it!‍‍ I was just​ looking at it!”‌‍

“That’s‌‌ enough to consider⁠ it theft.”

Nibelun⁠ and Pedro, who‌​​ had endured the‌‍⁠ commotion since dawn,⁠ lowered their heads‍‍⁠ as if they⁠ had lost their⁠⁠ strength.

There‌⁠‌ was no hesitation​ in Vlad’s fist,‌‍‍ which struck Radu​‌​ as if to⁠ kill him.

An​‍ ex-pickpocket who lived‌ a life of⁠ stealing was someone​ who hated being‌​ robbed more than‌‍⁠ dying.

“Anyway,​‌‌ Lord Pedro, you‌​ have a duty⁠ to protect me.‌‌ Didn’t you bring​‍ me here in‍ God’s name?”

“…There‌⁠ are no dragons​ that I get​⁠‍ along with.”

Pedro⁠‌‍ shook his head⁠ as he looked‌⁠⁠ at Radu clinging‍‌ to him.

Instead⁠⁠ of being grateful⁠ for having his‌ life saved, Radu‍‌​ demanded protection loudly.⁠​

Isn’t⁠⁠ this the equivalent​⁠‌ of rescuing a drowning person and‍ then asking them⁠ to hand over​ their wallet?

“…Calm⁠​​ down first. I don’t think they’ll⁠ kill you.”

“That‍‌ guy is really​‌‍ a murderer! Even‌​ though I just‍ met him, my⁠ knight’s instinct tells⁠​ me so!”

Seeing⁠‍ Radu intimidated by‌ Vlad, his half-brother⁠⁠‍ and another dragon,​‌ Pedro tried to⁠ calm him, but⁠ his efforts were‌⁠⁠ in vain.

¡Kwaang-!‌​​

“Why‌ are you making‌ so much noise?”⁠​‍

“Aaaah!”⁠⁠

“Why‍‌ do you enter‌‍​ by breaking the‌⁠‌ door? It has​⁠⁠ a handle!”

Pedro​‌​ held his head‌‌‍ as if it‍⁠ hurt when he​⁠‌ saw Vlad enter‌ the room where‌​​ the three of‌‍​ them were gathered‍ with a loud⁠​ bang.

This⁠‍⁠ was because Radu,⁠ who had managed‍ to calm down⁠‍ due to Vlad’s⁠ sudden appearance, began​‌ to panic again.‍

“Excellent.​ Stay here for‍ a moment.”

“Vlad,‍‌‌ Vlad Aureo! I have rights!”

“What⁠‍⁠ are you talking​ about? Didn’t I hit you enough​ before?”

Although‌⁠⁠ Vlad was usually‍ rough, today he​ seemed even more‌‌‌ annoyed.

Radu​​‌ looked at Vlad‌‌‌ and quickly shut‍‌⁠ his mouth, following‌‍ his instinctive judgment.‌

“Nibelun.⁠​‍ Can you use⁠⁠‍ the magical telegram‌ now?”

“I‍⁠ think so.”

“Then‍‍ connect me with‍‍ Sturma. I already⁠‌ obtained Count Arnstein’s​ consent.”

Vlad‍ said as he​​ handed Nibelun a small note.

The⁠ note contained a number that could‌ connect to a magical sphere linked⁠⁠ to the Sturma‍⁠‍ mansion, Bayezid’s home.​

“Should​ I connect you⁠⁠ with Lord Rutger?”‌‍​

“No.”‍

“Then,‍​ with whom?”

Nibelun,‍‍⁠ who expected to‍‍⁠ connect with Rutiger,⁠⁠‍ was surprised to⁠‌ hear the name‍ Vlad mentioned.

“With⁠​ Dorothea, Lord Rutiger’s‌ mage. I need⁠ to ask her⁠ about the inscriptions.”‌

Rutiger’s‌ mage, the human‍‍ beast Dorothea, was​​‍ also the first​⁠ person to reveal⁠ the mysteries to​​​ Vlad.

Vlad‌⁠⁠ remembered well how‍‍ she etched a vibratory mark on⁠‌​ his sword when⁠ he fought the‌⁠ toughest dragon, the‌‍ Death Worm.

“It‌​ seems I need‍⁠‍ to inscribe something‌‌ on my sword.‍⁠ So I need‌ her information.”

“Understood.”‌​⁠

Nibelun​​ silently got up,⁠‌ though not without⁠‌ some unease.

This‌‍‌ was because Vlad’s‌‌ eyes, as he‌ looked at him,‍‍ shone as if⁠​​ he had found⁠​ a clue.

“…Radu⁠⁠ Dragulia.”

In​ the room where​ Nibelun left, a heavy silence suddenly‍​ fell.

This‌⁠ was because Vlad’s‍⁠ eyes, as he​‌‌ looked at Radu,‍​ had a strange‌‌ and indescribable kind‌‌ of madness in‍ them.

They‍ were like the​​‌ eyes of a predator watching its‌ prey.

“I‌‌ heard about you.​ You are from‌‍‌ the Dragon Slayer‍ Knights, right?”

“Yes,⁠‌ that’s correct!”

“You​‌‍ were also a confidant of Duke⁠⁠‍ Sarnus. So, did⁠ you serve as‍‍​ commander of the⁠⁠ army that came‍ to attack Moshiam?”‌​

Vlad,⁠‍⁠ who was sitting‌ near Nibelun, was​ so close that‍​ he could hear‌‍⁠ Radu breathe.

“Well.⁠‍ I was in‍‍ charge at that‌⁠ time.”

Upon‌‌ Vlad’s words, Radu’s⁠​ back began to‍ straighten as if⁠ recalling his former⁠ self.

Although​⁠⁠ he had now​‌‌ become very miserable,​​‍ Radu was once​​ a promising knight⁠ and Dragulia, who⁠​ dreamed of becoming‍‌ a perfect dragon.‍

“You⁠‍ know that woman,⁠​ right? A witch​‍⁠ dressed in black​‌ mourning clothes.”

The‌ Dragulia army in⁠ Moshiam was clearly‍‌⁠ acting suspiciously.

That‍‍ is, they spent⁠ almost half a year simply besieging,​​ ignoring the claims⁠⁠ of Bishop Pedro,⁠​ who was also​‌ in the war.‌

Although⁠⁠ it was a delay to put‌⁠⁠ pressure on the​​⁠ north, the fact‍​ that such a smooth delay was‌‍‌ possible was clear⁠⁠‍ proof that there⁠ was some relationship​​ between Ramashthu and​ Dragulia.

“I​‍⁠ don’t understand what⁠⁠ you’re saying.”

“Don’t‍‍ lie. Just hearing⁠ this story makes⁠‌⁠ me smell something⁠ bad.”

Vlad’s‌⁠​ growl right in‌​‌ front of him‍​‌ was unusual, but‍⁠ Radu was struggling‌​ to keep his​​ mouth shut.

In⁠⁠ the first place,​​‍ the question Vlad⁠⁠ was about to‌​⁠ ask was the​⁠⁠ answer the Northern‌‌‍ Orthodox Church wanted,​‌ and it was​‍⁠ also the only​​​ valuable condition under‌‍‍ which he could⁠‌​ reach an agreement.​

“You’ve​⁠‌ met those guys,‍‌​ haven’t you?”

“I’ll‍‍ go north and​​​ talk.”

“You​ know what you​‌ saw, don’t you?​​ You probably know‍⁠ the meeting point.”‍

“I’ll​‌​ go north and​​‍ talk.”

Seeing‌⁠ that Radu did‌⁠ not easily open‌‌‌ his mouth to‌⁠ survive or recover,​ Vlad drew Jorge’s‌ dagger.

The⁠‌ sharp dwarf dagger​ was so bright‌‍ that it could‍‍⁠ open a closed⁠‍ mouth, but it‍⁠‍ was soon stopped‌‍ by Pedro.

“Don’t‌‍ do that. Torture​ is not allowed.”⁠‍⁠

“Why?”‍

Vlad‌‌‌ paused at Pedro’s​ stern expression.

No⁠​‌ matter how busy​​​ he was, he​‌ knew who the⁠​ person who wrapped‌⁠ the bandage around‌ him was.

“Radu⁠​⁠ Dragulia is an‌ imperial noble and‌​​ a person protected​‌‍ by God. He​‍‍ has the right⁠‍ to be guaranteed‍ safety according to‌​ imperial law and​‌ the providence of​‌ the Church.”

“Who⁠ granted that protection?”‍⁠​

“I​‌ did.”

When​⁠‍ it came to‌⁠​ heresy, Pedro was‍⁠ the most ruthless⁠‌ torturer of all,‌ but when it‍‍ came to Radu,‌ he had to​​‌ be a great‍‌ protector.

“I​ asked for God’s⁠‍⁠ protection in my‌​ name. In other⁠ words, the rights⁠‍ he has as‍⁠ a prisoner are‌ the holy war​⁠‍ I am waging.”​‌‌

“…”⁠

It‌‍‍ was a sudden​​‌ accident that occurred⁠‌ early in the⁠​ morning, but now‍‍‌ that I know,⁠⁠‌ it was something‍⁠ that couldn’t be‌‌ helped.

Unless‌​⁠ he was willing​‍​ to ignore the⁠​ protection provided in‍‍ Pedro’s name, Vlad‍ also had to‍​ acknowledge Radu’s rights‌‌⁠ as a prisoner.‌

“When​‌ are the people​ from the north‌ coming?”

“In​‌‌ three days.”

“I​⁠⁠ don’t have time.”‌

When​​ Vlad said he‍‌ didn’t have time,​⁠⁠ Radu straightened his‌‌ head even more.​

It⁠‍​ was a threat​‍ right in front‍ of him, but‌ it was because‌⁠ he confirmed that‍ Vlad could not‍‌ harm him for​⁠ a just cause.​​

“…Can‍ I simply acknowledge‌‍‍ your rights as​ a prisoner of‌​‌ war?”

Vlad’s​​ eyes shone as​ he looked at‌​ Radu.

Things‌​ were going strangely,⁠‍ but Radu, who‌⁠⁠ was related to‍‌ Ramashthu, could not‌‍‌ be sent north​‍ in this way.⁠

“Well.​ Because you’re a knight. Protecting Radu⁠​ is fulfilling the​ duty of a knight.”

“Aren’t‌‍​ you a knight?”​‍

“What?”‌​‍

Pedro‍​‌ did not hide‌ his surprise as​⁠‍ he saw Vlad‌⁠ hastily removing his​⁠​ armor.

It⁠⁠ was armor he‍⁠‍ had put on‍ with great effort‌‌​ with Nibelun’s help,‌ but now Vlad​‍ was taking it‍‍⁠ off.

“It’s‌‍ okay to hit​⁠‌ someone when you’re‍ not a knight,⁠⁠ right?”

“What​‍ does that mean?”‍​

There⁠‍ was no time⁠⁠ to stop him.‌‍

Vlad’s‌‍ agile movements were​‌​ not something Pedro​ could stop, no⁠⁠⁠ matter how injured‌​ he was.

Boom!‌

“Big⁠​ brother! Nice to⁠ meet you!”

“No‌⁠⁠ no!”

As⁠‌‍ Vlad shouted, calling‌‍‍ his brother, fierce⁠⁠‌ punches began to‍​ fly.

“It’s‌​‍ nice to see‍‍​ you, but why‌‍‍ don’t you tell​​ me what interests⁠⁠ your brother? You’re​‍ ignoring me now!”​​

“Crazy‍‍‌ bastard! Stop!”

It​‌ definitely won’t be⁠ torture.

It’s‍ just the behavior‍ of a younger​​ brother looking for​‍ his older brother.‌

Radu’s‌​⁠ eyes widened when⁠​ he realized what‍ kind of trick‍ Vlad was trying‌ to pull.

“Why‍⁠‌ are you my⁠⁠​ brother?”

“We​‌ have the same⁠‌‌ father, but why‌‍ am I not⁠​ your younger brother?”‍‍‌

Pedro,‍‍ who simply saw⁠​ the brothers fighting‍‌ instead of being⁠‌ a torturer trying​‌ to get information,‍ nodded at Vlad’s‍​⁠ eyes that looked‍ at him.

“…Should‍ I step outside?”‍

“I‌‌ think it will‌ take an hour.”⁠

“Don’t⁠‌ leave!”

Neither​​ imperial law nor‍⁠ the discipline of‍⁠⁠ the sword master‌ can stop personal‍‍​ fights between brothers.‌⁠

Pedro,‌​ who realized this,‌ simply left the‍‌⁠ room quietly to​ attend to his⁠​⁠ needs.

Then,‍‌‌ in the room‍⁠⁠ where no one‍ was watching, the​​​ fight between the​ younger brother and⁠⁠ the older brother‍ was the only⁠​ thing that broke‌ out.

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