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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Squeak-‍‍ Squeak-

The‌‍ sound of a feather pen scratching‍ paper echoed in‍​‍ an office.

All⁠​​ of the furniture‌ there was so⁠ expensive that it‍ was difficult to‍⁠​ judge its value,‍‍ but it was‌⁠ not decorated extravagantly.‌

“Vlad,‌ is it?”

“Yes,⁠‍ father.”

A quiet yet authoritative‌‍ voice filled the⁠ room.

“Okay.‌ So far, you​‌ haven’t got a decent one except‌ for Zayar, whom‌ your mother gave​‍ to you.”

“…”​⁠

Thick‍ eyebrows, tightly closed⁠⁠​ lips, and straight‍ black hair that​ has turned gray.‍

However,⁠‍ the count’s brightly⁠‍ shining eyes made‌⁠ the growing gray​​‍ hair not a symbol of aging,⁠​ but evidence of​‌‌ experience.

“This‍‌‍ time, if you‌ can raise him⁠​ to become a worthy knight of⁠​‌ the Bayezid family,​ I will reward‌ you.”

“Thank‍⁠ you.”

“I‌ know your strength⁠​‌ lies not in⁠ the sword, but​‍ never forget that​⁠ this is Bayezid.”‌⁠​

“…Yes.”​⁠

Although‌ he was talking‌ about giving a reward, it was⁠‌⁠ also a rebuke⁠⁠ to Josef who⁠‍⁠ had not been​ able to create‌⁠ or recruit proper​​​ knights.

“…Are‍‍ you well?”

“I​‌⁠ am.”

“Say⁠‍‍ hello to your‌ mother on the⁠‍ back. She’s been‍‍​ eagerly awaiting your⁠‌ return.”

“Yes.”​

Josef​⁠‌ could only muster‌ a wry smile⁠⁠‍ at his father,‌​⁠ who inquired about​‍‍ his well-being only‍‍ after all the‍ reports were done.‍​​

He‌ felt a pang​⁠ of disappointment, but‌‌⁠ he understood.

Josef‍​​ was no longer​​ a child, and​‌‍ he knew very‍‌‌ well how heavy‍ the position of⁠​ Count Bayezid was.⁠⁠‍

“Go⁠ on. I’ll see​ you tomorrow morning.”‍

“Understood,​ father. Rest well.”⁠

While​‌​ Josef politely walked‌‍‍ out.

“…”⁠‍‌

Peter‌‌‍ noticed that his‌​​ son was limping⁠‌ slightly.

“…Perhaps‍‌​ I should give⁠ him some medicine.”⁠

“I‍⁠⁠ am sure he⁠​ would be happy⁠​‌ if you did​‍‍ that. Madam Oksana‍‍ would be pleased​‌‍ too.”

“She‍ is definitely particular​ when it comes⁠‍‍ to her son.‍​‌ The reason Josef‌ has managed to⁠​ become self-reliant is⁠‍ only because of‍ her strong will.”⁠​‌

Peter⁠⁠‌ Bayezid.

The⁠​ 5th patriarch of⁠ the Count Bayezid‌ family and one​ of the representative​ knights of the‌‌‌ North.

He​ carried too much⁠‌ on his shoulders,‌‍ making it difficult​​ for him to​​​ easily reveal his‍‍ fatherly side in‌⁠‌ front of his​ son.

“What​ do you think​‍ about Josef’s report?”⁠⁠⁠

“…It​ should be taken‌⁠ seriously. It’s a series of unusual​ occurrences.”

“Hmm.”‌​

Peter‌​ once again carefully​⁠‍ read the report⁠‌‍ Josef had written.⁠

The‌‍ contents reflected under‌⁠‍ the quivering candlelight‌⁠ were ominous and‌ not easily overlooked.⁠

“Daring‌‌ to touch the‍ legitimate son of‌ the Bayezid family‍​‌ on my land.⁠​‌ I need to‌⁠ find the mastermind.”⁠

“I‌‌ will seek support‍ from the church.‌⁠ The knight’s sword⁠ is a shining‌⁠ one, but when‌​ illuminating the deep⁠​ darkness, the grace‍ of the Church‍‌‍ will be more‍⁠​ effective.”

At​‌ the subdued advice,⁠⁠⁠ Peter nodded.

“Is‍‍ there any unusual​⁠ report from the‌‌ church in Varna?”⁠

Peter‍ asked, looking at‍ the elderly man‌​ standing beside him.‌

“We‍ received preliminary reports‍‍ through magic orb.”​‌‍

“What​ does it say?”​‍‌

An‌⁠ elderly man with‍ white beard, wearing‌‍ a long robe.‌‍⁠

He⁠‌ was the only⁠​‌ magician of the​‍ Bayezid family and‌ also Peter’s advisor.⁠

“They‌​ say the resurrection​⁠ of the dead‍‌‍ is cleverly combined⁠ with a curse⁠⁠⁠ spell. It could⁠‍ be either a highly skilled dark‌ magician or the‌‍‍ collaborative work of​ multiple dark magicians.”⁠‍⁠

“Hmm.”⁠

After⁠‌‍ hearing the words⁠⁠ of the magician‍ Lagmus, Peter sighed⁠ a bit longer‍​‍ this time.

“If⁠‍ it’s more than​​‌ one, it might​​ be an organization⁠⁠⁠ or a group.”​

“That’s⁠⁠ correct.”

Peter‍ neatly folded the​‍ report brought by⁠‍ Josef and placed‍​ it in the‌ drawer under the⁠ desk.

“Even‌⁠ if that’s the‍⁠ case, nothing will⁠ change.”

Creak—‌‌‍

The‍​ once quiet study​ room echoed sharply‌⁠⁠ as the chair⁠ was pushed away,​‌⁠ creating a frictional‍‌ sound.

“The‌ Bayezid family will‌ always stand firm​​ in this land.”​​‍

The⁠‍ master of the‌ Bayezid family was​​ standing up from‌ the darkness.

“I​​​ am prepared to​​⁠ do anything to​ those who stand⁠ in my way.”​​⁠

“You‍‌ have the right⁠⁠​ to do so.”​​​

One​‍ wall was filled​‍​ with shelves full‌‌⁠ of books.

On​⁠ the other side,⁠ shining armor and​ sharp swords adorned‍‌⁠ the wall.

Peter⁠ said as he‌​‌ walked towards the​‍​ place where the‍ sword was placed.‌⁠​

“I​ hope you quickly‌​‌ find those who​⁠ dared threaten my‌‍ son and disturb​​​ my territory.”

“Understood,​⁠‍ Count.”

A sharp and piercing⁠‍​ glint flickered in⁠⁠‌ the eyes of‌‌​ Count Bayezid, who​ was caressing his​​ sword.

※※※※​​‍

“Did​ you wait long?‌ “It’s late at‌​ night.”

“It’s⁠ alright.”

Vlad‍ and Gott, who⁠ had been waiting⁠ endlessly in the​ reception room for‍ Josef, quickly rose​‍‌ and bowed as​ he entered.

“The​ report I gave‍‌​ to my father‍ took a long‍‍ time… and my‌ mother didn’t let⁠​​ me go easily.”‍⁠

Josef‌ said with a wry smile.

“Are⁠‌ you tired?”

“No.”‍‍

Zayar,‍‌ who was standing⁠‌​ next to him,‍​​ looked at Vlad‌​ and smirked.

Although‍‌ Vlad claimed not​‍‌ to be, his‍‍‌ blue eyes were⁠⁠​ full of fatigue‌​⁠ that could not‌ be easily hidden.‌​

“Ha.”⁠‍

Josef​‍​ leaned deeply against‍‌⁠ the back of‌‌‌ the chair and‍⁠‌ let out a short sigh.

“Your‌ name is Gott,⁠⁠‍ right?”

“Yes,‌‍ Lord Josef.”

When‌ Gott heard his‌​ name, he looked⁠⁠​ up at Josef⁠ with eyes full​ of great anticipation.‍

“I’ve‌ arranged a room​ for you. Stay⁠ there. We’ll discuss‌​ your reward tomorrow.”​‌​

“…Yes.”‍

All⁠ he received was‍ a dry acknowledgment.‍‌‍

At​‍ Josef’s words, Gott‍‍ left the reception‌‍ room with a downcast expression, like⁠​‍ a dog that⁠​‌ had lost its‌‌‌ bone.

“Now,​⁠ shall we discuss​⁠‌ our matters?”

Josef​ looked at Vlad‌‌ with his hands​ clasped together.

“Please‌ speak.”

With​⁠ Gott leaving, the​‌‍ only people left⁠ in the reception‍‌ room were Josef,⁠ Zayar, and Vlad.​​‍

“I​⁠​ brought you here​ to pay you⁠⁠ a fair reward.”‍

Vlad​‍⁠ swallowed involuntarily, sensing⁠⁠‌ the sudden change​‍‌ in atmosphere.

Josef‌‌ had been smiling‍​ comfortably just a moment ago, but⁠‌‍ now he had​ the appearance of‍‍ a nobleman.

“You​ saved my life,⁠​ and you are‌‍​ the one who⁠ pledged to be⁠‌‌ my sword in​‌ the future. Is‍⁠ that correct?”

“Yes.”​‌

Vlad‍‌⁠ nodded at Josef’s⁠⁠ words, which clearly​ summarized the situation.​⁠‌

“You‍‍ mentioned there was‍⁠​ something you needed‍ to do, and​​‍ I understood that⁠ you wanted to​ be free. Is​‍⁠ that correct?”

“Yes.”‍

“You⁠⁠ pledged to be​ my sword, but‍‌ your desire for‍ freedom conflicts with‌​⁠ that. We need⁠⁠‌ to address this​​ issue.”

Vlad​‍ listened again to​ the conditions presented‍ by Josef. Zayar,‍⁠‌ who had just⁠ heard the terms,‌⁠‍ raised an eyebrow‌ but did not‍ intervene. This negotiation‌‌‍ was between Josef‍​‌ and Vlad, and​⁠‌ Vlad had earned⁠‌‍ the right to​‌ be here by​​ saving Josef’s life.​

“Why⁠⁠ do you want‌⁠ to be free?⁠​ What exactly do​‍‌ you want to⁠​ do? If you‌​ tell me, I will clearly calculate⁠ what I can‍ offer you.”

“…”​‍

Vlad‍⁠​ listened to Josef’s​ words and thought‌ quietly.

Should⁠​ he lay everything⁠ bare?

Was‍‍ Josef someone he‍ could trust?

Vlad‍‌‍ looked at Josef’s‌⁠ eyes, illuminated by​​‌ the candlelight.

There‌ was an opportunity‍​ there.

And⁠​⁠ if there was⁠⁠ an opportunity, there‌⁠ was no reason‌‍ to hesitate.

Vlad‍‍‌ had lived his⁠‌ life that way.‍⁠

“…”​​​

Moonlight‌⁠‍ settled behind Josef.⁠

Beyond‌⁠ the window, there‍ was the moon‌ emitting its blue⁠ light, just like⁠‌ that day.

“Do⁠‍​ you know a knight named Godin?‍‍‌ He serves under​ Count Gaidar.”

Since⁠ that day, he⁠⁠​ had never forgotten‍ it even for​⁠ a moment.

Godin‍ was the one​⁠ who killed his‍⁠ benefactor, the one‍ who destroyed the‌‌⁠ world he stood​‌ on, and also‍ someone he could⁠​‌ only admire.

Godin⁠ was the strongest⁠​‌ and most radiant⁠ person he had⁠⁠ ever seen.

Vlad​ had been chasing‌​‍ the moon all⁠ this time.

“…”​​‌

Until⁠‍‍ just a moment‌‍ ago, Vlad hesitated‌ to speak, but⁠‍ this time, Josef​​ found it challenging‌ to continue the⁠⁠ conversation.

It‍ wasn’t just Josef.‍​‍

When‌ names of big​‌‌ shots that he‍‌​ had never dared‌ to think of⁠ came out of‍ Vlad’s mouth, Zayar⁠​ also opened his​‌ eyes wide in⁠‌ surprise.

“Godin…‌‍‌ Gaidar…”

Josef​‌ was truly caught‌‍⁠ in a bewildering⁠ situation.

I thought he was​⁠ just a decent‌‌ kid, but now‍ it turns out‍‌‌ he has an⁠ extraordinary background.

Even‌ though it was‌ something extraordinary that‍‌⁠ came from resentment.‌⁠

“….Was‍⁠ it the mysterious‌ figure who destroyed​ Rosa’s smiles, Knight⁠ Godin?”

Josef‌ licked his dry‍‌ lips, lost in‍ thought.

“Yes.”‌

And‍ he made a decision.

“I‌​ can’t help you.​⁠ They are beyond‌ my reach.”

“….⁠ Is that so?”‌​​

Vlad​⁠‌ nodded, wiping away‌​‌ bitter saliva.

It⁠ was expected.

Although⁠⁠⁠ he didn’t know‍ much about the⁠​‌ world of nobles,​‌⁠ Josef was just⁠⁠ the son of‍ a Count, and‍⁠‌ there were probably⁠‍‍ countless people in​⁠​ higher positions than‌ him in this​⁠‌ world.

In​‍ a way, it‌‍ was the anticipated​⁠ outcome, so Vlad‌ accepted it humbly.⁠‍‍

He‌⁠ was grateful to​​‍ Josef for being⁠‍​ honest.

“Then…”​‍

“Let’s‌​‌ modify the contract.”‌‌‍

Vlad‍​​ was planning to‌ get up after‍⁠ asking for something‍⁠ that would be​​ considered polite, but‍‍‍ Josef had no‌​ intention of letting⁠⁠ Vlad go easily.​‍

Josef‍ was the one‌‌ who had seen​‍⁠ Vlad’s radiant potential‍⁠‌ more closely than‌‍ anyone else.

“I⁠‍‌ propose a seven-year‌‌⁠ contract. Vlad of​ Shoara.”

“Yes?”‍

The⁠⁠⁠ unexpected statement surprised‍​‌ not only Vlad​‍ but also Zayar.​‌⁠

“You​ may not realize​​ it, but I have now set​​‌ aside the pride‍‌⁠ of a noble.‍‌‌ Keep in mind‌ that this action⁠ was done with​ great determination.”

“…”‍⁠

It‌⁠‍ was true that‌ he had set​ aside the pride​​⁠ of a noble,‌‍ but this decision⁠‍‌ was also part‍‍ of a well-thought-out​⁠‌ plan.

Josef⁠‍‌ was now presenting​‌ the second plan‍ he had prepared.​

Vlad⁠​‍ couldn’t fully grasp​​ what Josef was⁠⁠​ saying at the⁠⁠ moment, but he‌ realized that Josef’s‍​‌ actions were highly‍‌ unusual.

Because‌ Zayar, who was​ standing behind now,‍ was becoming more⁠​​ ferocious.

“For‌‍ these seven years,‌⁠ I plan to​‌ clothe, feed, and⁠​ train you to‍‌ become a great⁠‌​ knight who will‌​ never be defeated‍ by anyone. I promise a shining⁠ future to you‍‌‍ who saved me.”‍

“Knight…”​

Vlad⁠⁠‌ was captivated by​​​ the resonance of​⁠‍ the word that⁠​ came out of⁠ Josef’s mouth.

So‍ he ended up‌ repeating that word‍‌⁠ without even realizing‌ it.

“Yes,​‍ a knight. Don’t​⁠​ you want to⁠ become a knight?”​

Josef​‍⁠ understood Vlad deeply.‌⁠

He⁠‍​ knew what the⁠⁠ boy wanted, what​⁠ he truly desired.‍

“In​‍‍ return, you will‌⁠​ be loyal to‌ me during this⁠⁠ period. You will‍⁠‌ do only what⁠⁠​ I command and‌ only what I allow. Naturally, you‌ won’t be able⁠ to act against​⁠⁠ Godin and Count⁠ Gaidar.”

“But…”⁠​​

It⁠⁠‌ was a great‌⁠​ offer, but there⁠ were more things⁠‍ on Vlad’s mind⁠​ than Godin.

Faces​⁠‌ of the people‍⁠ he missed appeared‍‌‍ in his mind.⁠

“If​‌⁠ it’s related to‍ the back alleys​‌ of Shoara, I’ll‌⁠‌ permit it. I might be able‌ to help with​ that.”

“…”​‍‌

“I‍‍⁠ heard that girl‍​⁠ Zemina is in‍⁠ a monastery now.”⁠

“······!”​​

Josef‍ smiled inwardly as‌‍ he looked at​⁠ Vlad’s wide eyes.‍​⁠

Josef‍ had thoroughly investigated‍‌‍ Vlad until now—the​‌ past he had⁠‍ lived, the current⁠⁠‍ situation, and the⁠ desired future.

Because‍⁠ he was truly‍‍⁠ a desirable guy.⁠

“Even​‍ if you walk‍⁠‌ away with just​‌ a sword, do‍ you think you​​‌ can eliminate the‌ one lurking in‌ the back alleys?”‌​‍

Josef‌‌​ said, leaning back‍‌‍ deeply in his‌⁠⁠ chair.

“Swords​ are not the‍​ only sharp things⁠‍⁠ in this world.⁠​⁠ I also have‌ my own weapon.​‌ Let me help​ you.”

Vlad​⁠‍ looked into Josef’s‍​​ black eyes.

“What‍​‌ will you do,​‍‌ Vlad? Will you‌​‍ accept my proposal?”‌

Josef’s⁠‍ eyes were intense,⁠⁠‌ as if they⁠ could absorb anything.‌‍

※※※※⁠‌

Right‍⁠ after Vlad left‌‍⁠ the reception room:‍‍

“The⁠⁠​ kid has a remarkable goal.”

“Is​ there a reason‌ you need to​⁠⁠ cling to him‍‌​ like this? There‌⁠​ are plenty of‍ useful kids besides‌‌​ him.”

“Maybe.”​⁠

Josef⁠⁠‌ tilted the whiskey‍​‍ bottle and poured‌⁠ out the last⁠‍‍ drink.

“All‍⁠‌ youngsters have potential,​ but whether they‌⁠⁠ can blossom is‌‍ another matter.”

“Do​‍ you think he⁠‌​ can live up​​ to your expectations,⁠ Lord Josef?”

“Of⁠​⁠ course.”

Josef​⁠ replied, looking out​‍‌ the window.

A blue moon was‌ rising there.

“Seven‍​​ years is not⁠‌ such a short‍‍ time. It’s enough⁠ time to put⁠⁠⁠ the leash on⁠⁠​ his neck and‌ make him obedient.”⁠

“But…”‌​

“And⁠‌ that kid is​​ not an ordinary‌ wolf.”

Josef‌ answered while looking​ at the rising​​‌ moon.

“He‍⁠ was a wolf‍ chasing the moon.”‌

In‍​ the glass Josef​​‌ was holding, there‌​‍ was the image‍ of the blue‌‌​ moon.

“He‍⁠ has a strong‌ will, potential, and‌‍ a high goal.‍ He will undoubtedly⁠ grow significantly.”

Josef⁠‌‍ looked at the‍ blue moon in‍​​ the glass and⁠⁠ drank it in⁠ one go.

“I‌​​ can’t easily let⁠‍ go of such‌​⁠ a kid.”

The‍⁠ boy who aimed⁠ to become the​ Knight of Blue‌‍‌ Moonlight.

Whether⁠⁠ he would truly‌​ destroy the moon,‌ Josef wasn’t sure,‌‌ but at least‍ he was confident​⁠‍ the kid would​‍‍ become one shining⁠‌ star in the‌‌⁠ night sky.

Because‌‌ his eyes were‌⁠ fixed on the‌‌⁠ high sky.

“He‍ is mine now.”‌‍

Seven‌ years should be‌ enough time.

Enough​ to build a cage big enough⁠​‌ for the wolves‌⁠​ to feel free.‍‍

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