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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 229: City of Outlaws (1)

Chapter 229: City of Outlaws (1)

Although‍⁠ the long winter⁠‌ was coming to‌ an end, a cold atmosphere still⁠​⁠ lingered in Sturma.⁠​

While‌‍⁠ this could be‌‍ explained by the⁠⁠ northern characteristic of‍ resisting winter’s retreat,​⁠‌ it wasn’t enough‍​‍ to justify the‍ melancholy that permeated‌ the mansion.

“…There⁠‍⁠ are so many‌⁠ documents.”

It‍ was daytime, but⁠​ the office was‍ dark, and there⁠​‌ wasn’t enough sunlight.​‍

Rutiger,‍​ who was holding⁠​‌ a pen there,‌ looked again at‌ the piles of‌⁠ documents stacked on‌ both sides of‍‌‍ him, and his‍ face hardened once‍​⁠ more.

“It’s‍ endless, endless.”

Even​‌ though he had‌ spent the night‌​ resolving matters, more‌ tasks had already⁠​‌ accumulated for the⁠ day.

Looking​ at the documents⁠ waiting for him,‌‌ Rutiger rubbed his‍‌ face with both⁠ hands, exasperated.

Knock,⁠‍ knock, knock.

“Come⁠​ in.”

The‍ sound of knocking​‌ on the door‍‍⁠ was small but‍⁠ lively.

Rutiger,⁠ who had already⁠‌ figured out who‌​⁠ was visiting by‌⁠​ the sound of‌‌ the steps, spoke‌ without even raising​‌⁠ his head.

“Lord‍ Rutiger, here it‌​ is.”

“Lately,​ I’m always here.‌⁠⁠ It seems you’ve‌​ lost interest in⁠‌​ me, Dorothea.”

He‍⁠‍ said it jokingly,⁠ but the corners​‌ of his smiling​ lips actually seemed‍ bitter.

The⁠ tasks increased as​ the situation changed‍ rapidly.

Dorothea,​​⁠ standing in front‍ of Rutiger, pursed⁠ her lips for⁠‌⁠ a moment at‍​ his seemingly depressed​ attitude.

“I⁠ have a telegram​‌ for you.”

“From‌‌⁠ whom?”

“It’s​ a telegram from⁠ Lord Vlad.”

That’s‌ why she hurriedly​‌‌ mentioned Vlad’s name.‍‍

Though‌‍‌ it felt strange⁠ to add the⁠‍‍ title “Lord” to​​​ a young man⁠ who barely knew‍‌‍ how to ride⁠ a horse, Rutiger’s‍‍​ surprised expression made​ her feel the​ effort was worth‍​ it.

“What’s⁠‌‍ happening? Did he⁠ ever contact me‍​ separately?”

To⁠‌​ Rutiger, the name⁠ Vlad was certainly​​ welcome, but it‌​ was also a name that worried‍⁠ him.

Because‍‍ he knew very‍ well that the⁠ depression currently hovering​​‍ around the mansion​​‍ started right next⁠⁠⁠ to Vlad.

“…Is‍‌⁠ it about Joseph?”​

“No,⁠‍‍ it’s not that.”⁠‌

Dorothea‍‍ carefully placed the‌⁠‌ notes she brought⁠‍ and spoke.

“I⁠‍‍ don’t know why,⁠⁠ but he asked‌ about the tribe⁠ I was born‍​​ in.”

“Your⁠‍‍ tribe?”

Rutiger’s​ eyes narrowed at​ the completely unexpected​ response.

It​⁠​ wasn’t a matter⁠‍ related to Joseph,⁠‍ nor to Radu‍‌⁠ and Pedro, but⁠⁠‍ something about Dorothea,​​‌ which was surprising.⁠

“Did​ you answer him?”⁠

“…There​⁠ was no reason‍‍ not to.”

Unlike​​ other races living‌‍⁠ in a fixed‍​‍ place, the beastmen,‌‍ who had lost⁠‌ their homeland, wandered⁠‌ from city to‍‍‍ city.

To‍ find the whereabouts⁠⁠‍ of such beastmen,​ they inevitably needed​‍ the help of⁠ tribe members.

“This‍​ year they are​ in the city⁠‌⁠ of Namarka.”

The⁠ finger pointing at‌ the map spread‌​​ out on the​ desk stopped at⁠ a place.

The⁠⁠​ city of Namarka.⁠‍

A city located near​‌ the south of‍ the central region.‍​⁠

However,⁠‌ Rutiger’s gaze did‍​ not focus on‌ Dorothea’s finger but‍ on Vlad’s telegram‍​ that she had‍ left.

“…I‌‍ don’t know what​⁠ he plans, but‍‌⁠ I’m sure he’ll‌​ handle it well.”⁠

As‌⁠​ only short text​ messages could be​‌ exchanged, it was​​‍ a magical telegram‍ that could only​⁠‍ write a few‍ words.

Therefore,‍‍ it was a telegram that had⁠‌⁠ no choice but‌​ to be written‍ in detail, but⁠​‌ at the end‌ of Vlad’s words,⁠⁠ there was clearly​ a greeting to​‍‌ someone.

It⁠ was just a few words of‌⁠‍ greeting, but no‌⁠ greeting could be‍‌ as comforting as​‍ this for Oksana,‍​ who had now​ lost her strength.‌‍​

***‌‍⁠

“Why‌‍‌ is it in⁠⁠⁠ such a remote‍‌‍ place, Namarka or​‌‍ Nimirka?”

The​ road was filled⁠ with mud, as‌‍‌ the frozen ground​⁠⁠ began to thaw.‍⁠

Even⁠ though he was‍⁠ on horseback, Radu‍⁠ frowned and grumbled‌ as the mud​‍⁠ reached his thighs.⁠⁠‍

“If‍‍ you keep complaining,⁠⁠⁠ go back north.”‍‍

“…”​

However,‌⁠​ Radu had no⁠ choice but to​‍‍ quickly shut his‌ mouth at the‍‌ chilling voice that‍⁠ came from beside‍‌ him.

Although‌​‌ he disliked the⁠‍ destination, he preferred⁠ it to heading‍⁠⁠ north.

“I‍​ was just saying.‌⁠​ Are all northerners‌ this extreme?”

“Yes,​ we are all​‌ extreme. So please​‍ shut up.”

Not⁠‌‌ only extreme but‍​⁠ also very difficult.‌‍​

However,⁠​ Vlad was the⁠ one holding his‌ life in his‍ hands, so Radu⁠ had no choice‍‌ but to stay⁠​ quiet.

“I​ told you to‌​ go back north.‍‌ Why do you‌⁠ insist on walking‍ into the dragon’s⁠‌‌ mouth?”

“It’s‌ too late. We‍ can’t go now,⁠ so what are⁠‍​ we going to⁠​ do?”

The​⁠‌ group that left​⁠⁠ Arnstein’s territory was‍‌​ now heading to‍ a southern city,​ not north.

Pedro,​ who disliked the‍ direction, also started‍ murmuring, but Vlad‍‌‍ clearly had a good reason to‌‍ come here.

“Marcus‍⁠ told me the‍‌ road north is⁠⁠​ already covered by‍‍ the Duke’s men.‍​ Will we be‍‍ able to overcome‌‍ all that with‍ just us?”

“Damn​​⁠ it. I don’t‍ like any of​‌ those damned dragons.”‌​

“…You’re‌ not talking about‌⁠ me, are you?”⁠

The‍⁠​ county of Arnstein​ was located near⁠ the center of‌⁠‍ the central region.‍​

What​​⁠ this meant was​‍​ that for Vlad​‌ to head safely⁠‍ north, he would‌ have to pass‍‌ through quite a few central territories,⁠​ and it also⁠⁠ meant that it‍ would ultimately be​⁠ difficult to break‍⁠​ through the siege‍‌ of the Dragon‍⁠‌ Slayer Knights.

Of‌​ course, Vlad had‍⁠‌ no intention of​‍​ heading north from‌​‍ the beginning.

“There​‌⁠ are properties written​‌ by Count Arnstein‌​⁠ himself. From now⁠ on, we will‍ follow the territories‌ where the Court⁠‌ Duke’s faction is‍ located and head​ north as he​​ told us.”

When⁠ Vlad said he​​‌ would follow the‌‌‌ most reliable route‍ and only choose⁠⁠⁠ safe places, even‌​ Pedro had no⁠​⁠ choice but to‌​ nod as if⁠‌ he had no⁠​ other option.

“There⁠ it is! That’s​‍ Namarka.”

“Ah,​⁠‍ today we can‌ sleep at an‍ inn.”

With‍‌‍ a sigh of‍ relief from Radu,⁠‌‍ the sprawling city‍ was seen through‌‌​ the fingertips of⁠‍​ Nibelun, who took⁠‌ the lead.

The‍ city, surrounded by‌‍‌ flimsy fences, seemed‍ dangerous, but it​​ was actually a bustling place with​‍ lively people inside.‌

“…Namarka.”​‍‍

Vlad,‍ contemplating the view‌‍ of Namarka from‍‌​ the hill with‍ Noir, began to‍⁠‌ laugh wildly at‍‍‌ the vaguely strong‌ smell of his‍⁠ hometown.

“Looking​ over there makes​‌ me feel at​⁠⁠ peace for the⁠ first time in​‍ a long while.”⁠​

City​​‍ of Namarka.

Disputed​‌ by three lords‍‍ who claimed it‌⁠ as their own.​ For this reason,‍‌⁠ no one truly​‍⁠ dominated it, and‌‍⁠ the locals called‌ it the city​ of outlaws.

***​⁠

“Where​ are you going?”‍

“Why‍‌‍ do you care?”‍⁠‌

“…I’m‌​ a guard.”

“Really?”⁠⁠‍

Vlad,​ who was passing‍ through a wooden‌ fence that didn’t​​ look like a castle gate, looked‌ at the man​‌‍ who grabbed him.​​​

The​ guard, with several​ missing teeth, seemed‍ accustomed to Vlad’s‍‍ indifferent attitude.

“Then‍ you should have⁠ said so earlier.⁠ I couldn’t distinguish‍​ you from the​‍ others.”

No​‌ matter how crazy‌‍ a lord was,‍​⁠ he would at‍ least equip his‌‍ guards who watched​ the castle gates⁠ with proper gear.‌

However,⁠‌‌ the city of​ Namarka was filled‌​‍ more with criminal‌‌ organizations than lords,⁠​ so the guards’‍⁠⁠ outfits were no‌⁠​ different from those​⁠‌ of thugs.

“Identification.”‌‌⁠

“I⁠​‍ don’t have any.”‌

Although‍ Vlad spoke with​ such confidence, the​‍ guard naturally extended‍‌‌ his palm as‍ if knowing he​​ would.

The​ appearance of the⁠⁠‌ group, vividly recreated‍​ by an old⁠​ veteran from the​ alley, didn’t seem‍⁠ out of place​⁠⁠ at all compared⁠​ to the people​‌ currently lined up⁠‍⁠ in front of​ the castle gate,‍​ so the guards‌‌‌ had no reason‍‌‌ to be particularly‌‌ cautious.

“What​‍‌ are the tolls‍ these days?”

“Pay‍ upfront.”

“Oh,‍‍​ you really shouldn’t‌‌ be doing this.”​⁠‌

Truly‌⁠⁠ a city of⁠‌ scoundrels.

Vlad⁠⁠ scratched his forehead‍‍ as he combed⁠‌ his tangled hair,⁠ seeing them shout⁠⁠⁠ to make the​⁠ first move, which​‌ is almost like‌ an unwritten law‍ in the North.‌

The⁠ tall face visible​‍ thanks to his‍ raised head was​ impressive, but the⁠‍ smile with many⁠ dark spots seemed‌‌​ so raw that⁠ there was no​​ need to ask⁠‌‌ where he was​​‍ from.

“Two​⁠​ old men, a cat, and a child…”

The‍⁠⁠ guard, who had‌‌‍ let his guard​ down at Vlad’s​⁠​ open attitude, looked‍ at the group‌⁠ lined up behind​ him.

Looking⁠‍‍ at the old‍⁠ man coughing loudly⁠ and the beastman‌ with cross-eyed pupils,‍ they were a pathetic group of⁠​ people who seemed​‍⁠ to have nothing‍⁠‍ to eat.

“Three‍ silver coins. The​⁠ elders simply treat⁠‌​ it as such.”⁠

“You’re‌‌ doing a good‍⁠​ job. Take it.”‌‌‌

Vlad,⁠ who deftly slipped⁠‌ the silver coin⁠‍ into the guard’s​​ arms, quickly let​‌‌ the group in‍‍ through the gate.‌

Pedro,‌​ trembling with anger,​ lay down for‌‍ a moment, but⁠‌ in the guard’s‍‍ eyes, he was​‍ nothing more than‌ a tall, thin⁠​ old man.

“What​ a disgrace…”

“You‍⁠‌ have to endure​​ it. This is⁠‌ the way to​‍ the next territory.”​‌

The‌‌ scene in Namarka,‍ where Pedro was‌⁠ dragged with much‍ effort, was as‍‍‌ chaotic as expected.‍​

“…It’s‌ a completely corrupt⁠ city. God tests​ me again today.”‍⁠

Beggars⁠​ lunging at the‌‍‍ slightest distraction, half-naked‌​‌ prostitutes in the‌‍ alleys.

Moreover,​ the sight of‌‍‌ drunken people lying‌​‍ here and there⁠⁠‌ was so bad⁠‌⁠ that it was​⁠ hard to tell⁠⁠‌ if they were‍⁠​ corpses or not.⁠

“Radu,​ come here.”

“…You‌⁠⁠ call me brother,⁠⁠​ right?”

Vlad⁠​ called his blood​ brother as if‍‍ he were a dog, but Radu​ couldn’t express any‍​‍ discontent.

If‍‌ he followed Mirshea,‍​‍ he would die,‌ and if he⁠​‍ went north, he‌⁠ might be trapped‍‍‌ forever, so only​ Vlad was his​ option.

“Take​‍ this and stand‍⁠‍ in the street⁠ for a while.”‍⁠‌

“Hmm?”⁠⁠⁠

Vlad,‌⁠ who didn’t know‍‌​ the city’s geography⁠‌ well but had​‍‌ found his own‌⁠ way through his⁠‌ experience in the‌⁠‍ back alleys, was​ now standing in​ front of the⁠ main street where‍ there seemed to⁠ be more beastmen​‍ than humans.

The‍ subtly different atmosphere‍ along the way‌ clearly indicated that‌ this was the​‍ territory of the‌‌​ beastmen.

“What’s⁠‍​ this for?”

“Maybe‌‍ you don’t know‌​‍ yet, but northerners‌⁠​ have an impatient‌​‌ personality.”

“…Yes?”​

“Go⁠⁠⁠ quickly.”

Radu,⁠ who grabbed the‌‍ jingling money bag,⁠​‍ stood in the‍‍⁠ middle of the‍ street without understanding⁠⁠ anything.

The‍‌​ sight of Radu⁠‍‌ standing by the⁠⁠‌ road as if⁠ everything was awkward​ was the very⁠ image of an‌⁠ old man who‍⁠​ had gotten lost.​

“…It​‌‌ seems it’s not​‌ just the body‌‌ that’s aged.”

Vlad,‍‍ who was observing⁠⁠‍ Radu while standing‍​‌ in an invisible‍ corner, clicked his​‍‌ tongue.

Although‍⁠⁠ he was someone‌ who led the⁠ Dragon Slayer Knights,‌ the current Radu‌⁠‍ didn’t even notice⁠‍ the pickpocket who​‌⁠ had just passed⁠‌ by him.

“Let’s​​​ see where he‍‍⁠ goes.”

Even​ though he was​​⁠ walking among the​‌ crowd, he could⁠ clearly see Vlad’s⁠⁠ blue eyes.

The‍ tail of the⁠​ young beastman was⁠​ moving a lot,​ with ears perked‌ up as if⁠​⁠ he was nervous.⁠

The‌ young pickpocket, who‌ looked around to​‍ see if anyone‍ was following, checked‍​‍ the bag he​⁠ had just stolen⁠‌⁠ from Radu and​‍‌ hid in a dark alley.

***‌‌

A pitch-black cat darted‍‌ out of a dizzying alley.

Although‌ it was breathless,‍‌ showing how much⁠‍ it had run,‍​‌ the young cat’s‍⁠‌ speed did not‌⁠ decrease at all.⁠​‌

“Damn​‌ it!”

It​‌‌ was a young​⁠ pickpocket who jumped​‍ over a wall‍​⁠ and hid in‍‍ a familiar alley,‌⁠ but he soon​‍‍ started at a sound he heard.‍

“Are⁠ you here?”

“…!”​

Blonde‌ hair and blue‍‍‍ eyes that were‌ clearly visible even‍‍ in a dark‌​⁠ alley.

Vlad’s​‍ eyes, looking at‍ the pickpocket as‍‌‌ if all his‌ running had been⁠ in vain, even​‌⁠ had a hint‌⁠ of mischief in​​ them.

“Idiot,‍‍ you followed me⁠ all the way⁠ here.”

Seeing‌​ Vlad like that,‌‍ the young pickpocket⁠ laughed.

The​ surprised expression he‌‌ had shown before⁠‌‌ disappeared, and other‍ young beastmen who⁠​‌ had been waiting​ behind the boy⁠‍‍ with a deep‌⁠​ smile began to⁠⁠ come out.

“These‍ guys don’t know‍⁠ what’s coming. They⁠‍‌ just follow the⁠⁠ money without valuing⁠ their lives.”

“Yes,⁠​⁠ I know. I did it on⁠ purpose.”

However,⁠‌ Vlad simply nodded‍⁠ despite the boy’s‌ ridicule.

“Aren’t​ there more beastmen⁠‍‌ to call? If⁠ possible, I’d like⁠‌⁠ them to be‌​‍ high-ranking people.”

Jorge​‍ had said:

The‍​ best bait was⁠ the one that​⁠ didn’t know it⁠​‌ was bait.

Vlad‍ simply smiled at​‍‌ the young pickpocket‌‍​ who led him​​ to the alley⁠ where the Lu​​ family was staying.⁠‌

This​⁠‍ alley where Vlad‌ smiled was the‌​ territory of the⁠ beastmen.

Specifically,‍‌‍ the Ruga tribe‌⁠‍ to which Dorothea⁠ belonged.

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