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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 24: Because I didn’t surrender (1)

Chapter 24: Because I didn’t surrender (1)

The‍ morning after sealing‌‌ the deal with‌⁠ Vlad.

Joseph⁠‍‍ headed to the‍ dining room, following⁠‌‌ the Bayezid family⁠ tradition of spending⁠​​ at least one⁠ morning together.

A long dining table,​‍‌ neatly set with‍ a white tablecloth.‌‌‍

But‌ the items on‌ it held no⁠ special significance for‌‌ a morning in‌ the house of‍‍ a powerful noble.​⁠

“Let’s​ eat.”

Breakfast​ at the Bayezid‌‍⁠ house began with‍⁠ a prayer.

Starting⁠‍​ with the head‌⁠ of the family,​⁠⁠ Fether.

Rutiger,‍ the eldest son.‌

The​‌ second son, Joseph,‌‌⁠ with his mother,​‍‍ Oksana, the count’s‍⁠​ second wife.

The‌​‍ whole family gathered,⁠ yet only the‌‌​ clinking of cutlery‍⁠​ could be heard.‌‌​

“I⁠‌ brought sacred items.‍​​ The priest blessed‍ them.”

Through⁠ the silence that⁠⁠‍ descended upon the‍‍ table, Count Fether⁠ turned to his‌ eldest son, Rutiger.‌

“Take‍⁠ them with you‍‌‌ on this mission.”​⁠‌

“I​​‌ trust my sword‍‌ more than someone⁠ else’s blessing, Father.”‌⁠

“So‌​ be it.”

Rutiger’s‍ confident tone as​ the elder made‍⁠‍ Joseph shrink.

Although⁠ Rutiger didn’t mean​ it that way.⁠

“…..”⁠‌

And‌⁠ there was the‍‍ woman, looking pitifully‌ at Joseph, who⁠ could only retreat‌ naturally.

“Joseph,”‌‍ she said, “take‍ the medicine after​ breakfast. It’s good‌‌ for your ankle.”​‌⁠

“Thank⁠ you, Mother.”

For‌⁠​ the elder brother,‌⁠⁠ sacred relics to‍ ward off threats.‍⁠

And⁠‍‌ for him, the​‍ medicine he needed‍ for his wounds.‍

“……”‌​

Joseph​‌‌ always tried to​​ be big, but⁠‍‌ a deep-seated feeling⁠ of inferiority had​⁠​ squeezed his soul​‌⁠ over the years.​‌‍

A father trying to⁠⁠‍ take care of‍‌ his children.

A mother looking at‌​​ her shrinking son.‌‍‍

And‍ brothers who couldn’t‌‍ help but constantly‍​‌ compare themselves.

Only‍ the cold silence⁠ concealed their complicated​​⁠ feelings.

***⁠

After‌​⁠ a long and‌ silent breakfast.

Joseph​‌ hurriedly made his‍‌ way to his‍ office.

Along⁠‌ the way, his⁠ mother offered him​ a cup of‌‌​ tea, but her‍​‌ embrace was so​​ warm and comforting‌ that once he⁠⁠ entered it, it‌ was difficult to‌‍‌ escape.

Joseph‍‍ was an unstoppable‌‍​ man.

He​‍​ had to run‍⁠ as fast as‍ he could.

The‍ morning sunlight streamed⁠‌ down the white⁠⁠‍ marble corridor.

But⁠‍​ it didn’t illuminate‌​​ every inch of⁠‍‌ the hallway.

“——.”⁠⁠‌

Every​ time they passed⁠⁠​ through a dark⁠‍ spot untouched by​ sunlight, Joseph’s expression‍ hardened.

The‍‌ poisons boiling within‌‍​ him naturally stiffened‌ his face.

But‌ when he reached‍ the door of​⁠​ his office.

“Eh?”‍​‌

Instead⁠‍⁠ of stiffness, Joseph​​​ displayed a perplexed‌⁠ expression.

“What‍‍​ an idiot!”

someone⁠​ shouted from inside.​

“What⁠​​ was that?”

Joseph‌‌ turned and turned⁠‌ the doorknob of​⁠ his office door.‌⁠​

Inside,⁠ he saw the⁠‌‍ bright morning sun​ and the people‌‍ waiting for him.‍‍⁠

“Welcome,​‌ Joseph.”

“Sir.​‍​ Are you here?”‌‌‍

There​⁠ was Vlad, whose‌‌ head was being​ held by Jager,‌ and the figure​‌ of Goethe, huddled⁠ like a turtle‍ at the sight​⁠ of the bloody​‌​ scene.

“Why‌‍⁠ are you being‌⁠‍ restrained again?”

As‍​​ soon as he‌​​ saw them, Joseph​‌‍ felt that the‍​⁠ strange emotions stirring⁠⁠​ within him calmed.​‌‌

Calm.‍​

And‌ confidence.

That’s‍‍‌ what the people⁠ here gave him.‌

“Hah…”⁠‍‌

With⁠‍​ a long sigh,‍‍ as if words​ barely escaped him,‌ Jager pointed to​ a box on​⁠​ Joseph’s desk.

“This​‍⁠ box… Mr. Rutiger‌⁠ sent it to‌‌⁠ me.”

“My​ brother?”

Rutiger⁠‍ and Joseph had⁠⁠ the same father‌ but different mothers.​‍⁠

They‌⁠‍ were diametrically opposed​ in their tastes,⁠ and each had⁠‍ their sights set​ on becoming the‌ next Count Bayezid,⁠⁠ so although they⁠‌ were related, they‍‌ weren’t close enough‌ to exchange gifts.​‍

Besides,​⁠ he hadn’t been​ particularly communicative during‍ breakfast.

“What’s‌‍⁠ going on?”

Vlad‍‍ started nodding as‍‍ Joseph shook his‍ head and read‍⁠​ Rutiger’s letter in‍ the box.

“…⁠⁠⁠ Yes.”

Finally⁠ understanding the situation,‍‌‍ Joseph carefully closed‍​‌ Rutiger’s letter.

“It’s​​​ yours. You can‍ eat it.”

“…​​ Sorry?”

“Can​​​ you do it⁠​⁠ in ten minutes?”​

What‍⁠‍ Rutiger sent was‌​ a box full​‌‌ of peanuts.

Joseph‍⁠ turned to Jager,‍‍⁠ and his loyal​‌ knight nodded.

“I’ll‌⁠ take a stroll‍‌‌ around the block.”⁠‌

Joseph‌​⁠ retraced his steps‍ and left the⁠⁠⁠ office.

“What​⁠ kind of idiot⁠​ does that just‍ because someone tells⁠⁠⁠ him to!”

As‍‌‌ the door began‌‍ to close, a roar came from⁠​⁠ it.

“I‌​​ didn’t eat anything‌⁠ because you told‌​​ me not to.”‍⁠

“Is​‍ that what I said?”

“I⁠ did what you​⁠⁠ told me to‍⁠​ do!”

“Since‍ when do you​​ listen to me​‌ so well!”

Listening⁠ to the voices‌​ behind him, Joseph‍⁠​ silently walked away.⁠‍​

“Is‌ it time for‍‍ the flowers to‍‌ bloom?”

Even​ in the darkness‍⁠ without sunlight, Joseph‍⁠​ managed to smile.​​⁠

***‍​⁠

“From​‍‍ today, you’ll be‍ a stable boy.⁠‍ You’ll handle the​‌‌ horses of my​ knights and belong‍‌ to my mother,‌‌‍ Countess Oksana, as‌ a worker.”

“Thank‍⁠‍ you, Sir Joseph!”‌‍

Goethe’s⁠ wish was granted.‍⁠

In⁠ exchange for a large sum of⁠ gold, he was‍‌‍ hired as a servant for the‌‌‍ Bayezid family.

“I’ll⁠​‌ do my best!”​‍‍

“You‌ can go.”

Goethe,‌‍ now with a stable, comfortable, and‍⁠ well-paid job, left‌ the office with‌⁠​ a smile on⁠‍ his face.

Probably‍⁠ because he was‌ hired by Joseph‌ himself, there would‍‌⁠ be no one‌​‍ to intimidate him.⁠‌

But⁠⁠ he was still‍ hungry and stared‌ at the blonde⁠‍ boy.

“You’re⁠⁠‌ not done.”

Although‍ he was currently‍​​ disgruntled by the​‌ ridiculous mistake he‌‌ made yesterday, Vlad⁠​​ was undoubtedly a guy who would‌‍ rise higher.

Goethe‍‌ left the office⁠‌‌ silently, anticipating the​⁠ moment.

“Vlad⁠‍​ seriously…”

Joseph‍‍‍ turned his head‌ to look at‌ Vlad.

There⁠‍ were Jager, still‍ uneasy, and Vlad,‍ cheeks swollen from‍ a handful of​​ peanuts.

Perhaps‌ one of the‌⁠ puffy cheeks was​ the result of⁠ a blow from‌‌‌ Jager.

“From⁠‍​ now on, Vlad,⁠⁠ you are officially‍ Jager’s squire. Until‍‍ now, out of‍⁠ respect for you,⁠⁠ I turned a blind eye to‍‌‍ your rude behavior,‌⁠ but from now‍⁠​ on, that won’t‍‍ be the case.​ Understand?”

“Yes.”​

“You’re‌‍ a man of​⁠‍ few words.”

“…⁠​ Yes.”

“…⁠‌ Jager will talk‍​ to you about​​‌ life in the⁠ mansion. You can​ go.”

Once​‌ Vlad was out‍ of the office,‌​ Joseph vented to​ his loyal knight.‌‌

“It⁠​​ won’t be easy⁠‌ dealing with him​⁠⁠ after all. He’s​ unpredictable in every⁠ way.”

“Plus,‌ he’s had a tough life, so‌⁠ he has a lot of rebellious⁠⁠​ character.”

“Yes,‍‌ I suppose.”

Joseph‌⁠‌ said, looking at​‌ the executive office⁠⁠ door that Vlad​‍ had just slammed‍‍ open.

“But‍‌ I have to‌⁠⁠ do it because‌‌​ I’ll never be‍ recognized by my‍ father unless I have a track‍⁠ record of having​⁠ my own knight.”‌‌‍

“I​ understand…”

His​‍ own knight, raised‍ by Joseph.

Although​​​ there was a good knight beside‌⁠ Joseph, Jager, given‌⁠ to him by⁠⁠ his mother, Countess⁠‍⁠ Oksana.

Knight‍​​ Jager.

The⁠ knight who came‌​ with the immense​ talent that Oksana​‌ brought with her​⁠ when she married‍⁠ his father.

Raised‍ by Countess Oksana’s​‌ family, the Oskars,​ he was handed⁠ over to Joseph⁠‌ at birth.

This​ made him a knight of House‍‍ Bayezid by birth,⁠⁠​ but he was​ only loyal to‍ Joseph and Oksana,⁠ so technically he⁠ couldn’t be considered‌​​ purely a Bayezid‌ knight.

“Good⁠‌ luck with that.”⁠⁠​

That’s‌ what Joseph needed.​

A title of a knight of House‌‍ Bayezid, not the⁠‍‍ one his mother‌⁠‌ gave him, but⁠ one of his‍ own creation.

“I’ll‍‌ do my best.”‍

Jager⁠ left his office,​ determined to succeed⁠‍⁠ for his lord.‌‌

“…”​

Upon​​ leaving the office,​⁠‌ a disgruntled blonde‍⁠ boy awaited him.‌

“Tsk.”​​

This⁠ was the kind‌⁠‍ of boy he​‌‍ would have to‌ deal with from​‍​ now on.

“Follow​‌ me.”

“Yes.”‍

Joseph‍⁠​ had chosen this‌​ task, and he‌‌‍ had to follow‍‍ his master’s decision.⁠

To‍⁠‍ fulfill his master’s‌⁠⁠ will.

That’s​ chivalry.

“This‌ is the dining​‍ room. The knights​⁠ have their own⁠ dining room, and​‍​ the servants use‍ the same dining‍‌​ room as the⁠​ maids.”

“I‌⁠ see.”

He‌‍ was indeed difficult‌ to handle, but‌‍​ he was also⁠‍ a man who‌‍ would produce brilliant⁠​⁠ results.

“This‌ is the training‍ ground. We train⁠‌‌ our bodies, not​⁠ our swords. Ask​ the boys next​‍‍ door how to​​ use the equipment.”‌

So‍ Jager took Vlad‍‌ around and showed​​ him the facilities​‌‍ of House Bayezid.‌

They‌‍‌ were rough, but‌​​ the care put‌‍ into them was‍‌ nothing compared to‌ what other knights‍⁠‌ put into their‌ squires.

“This‍‍ is your room.⁠ It’s a single‍‌‌ room.”

“Oh.”‌‌

And​‌ with that response,​‌‌ Jager trusted that‍‍‍ Vlad would navigate⁠ well in the‍⁠ unfamiliar environment of​‍ House Bayezid.

“Is​‌​ it okay?”

“Really?”‍‌​

It​ was a small‌‍​ room, barely big‍ enough for a bed, but Vlad​‌ smiled, acknowledging even⁠ that.

“It’s​​​ not even dirt⁠​​ floor, and it‍​ has a bed.​ This is a palace.”

“I‌⁠‍ had forgotten for‌‌​ a moment that⁠ you were from⁠ the streets after‍ the shock earlier.”‍

They‌⁠ were the offspring‌⁠‌ of a well-educated‍ family, but from⁠ the moment they‌ arrived here as​ squires, the boys‌‌​ had to start​‌‌ from the bottom.‌​

Even‍‍​ if they were‌​⁠ in good physical‍​‌ shape, many couldn’t​ adapt to the‌⁠ sudden change in​​ environment and treatment.‍​

But​​ for Vlad, who​‌⁠ had been living⁠ like a weed,‍⁠‌ this was paradise.‍​‌

“Hmm.”⁠‌‌

He‍‍ shouldn’t have trouble‌‍ adapting.

As⁠‍ long as he​​ doesn’t make any​‌ mistakes.

“Follow⁠‍⁠ me.”

Vlad‌‍​ followed behind Jager,‍ trying to soak⁠​​ up everything he‌‍‍ could from the⁠​⁠ surroundings.

Yesterday⁠‌⁠ he had embarrassed‍‍ himself by getting‍‍ carried away by‍ Rutiger’s momentum, but‍‌ for a latecomer⁠ like Vlad, quick​‌ thinking was a matter of survival.⁠⁠‍

“Hmm?”‍

Then⁠​⁠ Vlad’s eyes spotted​‌⁠ someone moving with​‍ the maids.

It‍‌​ was a lady​ with neatly framed‌‌⁠ green hair.

“She’s⁠ Lady Oksana. She’s‍​⁠ Joseph’s mother. Be⁠​ polite, as you‌ were taught before.”‌‍

“Yes.”‌

This‌‌⁠ was the most‍​⁠ embarrassing thing for‍‌ Vlad, who had⁠‌‌ lived in an‌⁠‌ alley where every‍ time you saw​‌ someone, you shouted‌⁠ insults.

Be⁠​⁠ polite.

Treat‍ nobility with respect.​​

Bow‌‍​ your head.

These‌‍ were things he‍⁠​ wasn’t used to.⁠‌‌

But⁠ in the future,‍⁠⁠ he must adapt‌⁠ to the discipline‌‌‍ of this place.‍

After‍⁠ all, they were​⁠ going to be​⁠ here for seven‍​​ years, so it‌ was best to​‌ adapt as soon‌⁠ as possible, Vlad‍ thought.

“…”‍‍

Vlad‌​‌ learned it in‍‍ a day, but‍​⁠ he remembered everything‌⁠ he could and​‍​ bowed his head‍‌ in a sign‍‌​ of respect.

But​​ Oksana’s walk, which‌⁠ they thought would⁠‌ pass by, was​⁠ slowly approaching Jager‌ and Vlad.

Vlad⁠ swallowed hard as⁠‍‌ he saw her.⁠‌​

“Jager.‌​ My faithful knight.‌‌ Good morning.”

“Are‌​ you well?”

Jager‍ raised his head‍⁠ in a greeting,⁠​⁠ and Vlad, who⁠‍ had been watching,​⁠ quickly raised his​‍ eyes too.

“Is​ he?”

“Yes,⁠⁠ he is. Joseph‌ brought him here​​ himself.”

“I​‌​ see.”

Rough‍​‌ men, whores selling⁠‌⁠ laughs, hustlers looking‍‍‌ for an opportunity.⁠

For​‍ Vlad, who had‌‍ only dealt with‌⁠ people like that,‍⁠ noble Oksana was​‌⁠ the kind of⁠‍ person he had⁠‍ never encountered.

“Thank‍ you,” she said.‌​​ “You saved my​ son’s life, didn’t‍‌ you?”

“I‍ just did my⁠ job…”

Maybe‍⁠ if Vlad had‍‍‍ turned his head‍‍‍ a little to⁠⁠‌ the side, he​​​ would have seen⁠​ Jager looking at‌⁠ him impatiently.

“I’ll‌ have to give⁠‌‌ you a reward;⁠ you’ve done much​‍ more than you​⁠‍ think.”

“Thank​‍​ you…”

Vlad‍⁠‌ was about to‌⁠​ bow and express⁠⁠ his thanks, but‌​⁠ he froze as‌⁠ Oksana suddenly approached‍ and stroked his‌‍‌ head.

“It’s​‌‌ a nice color.‍‍ It goes well⁠ with your blue‌⁠‌ eyes.”

“…”​‌

He‌ wanted to say‌​‍ something, but Vlad⁠‍‍ stiffened and rolled‌‌ his eyes.

Oksana‍​ sensed a smell.​​

It⁠‍ was a nostalgic​‌‍ scent.

“You‌​ have broad shoulders⁠ for someone so‌ thin. It would‌‌ be good if‌⁠⁠ you gained a little weight.”

Meanwhile,‍‍‍ Vlad had been‌‍‌ living in the‌‍ company of prostitutes.‌

He​ was immune to​⁠‍ women and had‌‌⁠ the knuckles to⁠​⁠ handle them.

But⁠ now.

For‍‌ now, he could‌​⁠ only look down,​‍ unable to utter‍‌⁠ a word, like‍ a mute in⁠​ honey.

Oksana’s‍‌‌ gaze at Vlad​​‍ resembled nothing he⁠⁠ had ever seen‍‌ from a woman.​​⁠

Youth⁠​ Vlad lost himself‌‍⁠ in that look​‍ he hadn’t seen‍​‌ for so long​‌ that he couldn’t​ even remember.

It‍⁠‍ was the first⁠⁠ time in his‌‍ life that he​ found himself on‌‍ the wrong side⁠‍ of a thorn.‍​

“I‍ leave him in​ your service. Sir‍‌⁠ Jager.”

“Yes.​​⁠ Lady Oksana.”

He‍​ could only nod‌ his head in‌​ gratitude.

When‍ she left, Vlad,⁠​​ who had remained​ stiff for some​ time, made eye‌​ contact with Jager,​​⁠ who was as⁠ tense as he⁠‌ was.

“Did⁠ I do well…?”‍‍​

“…‍‌​ Somewhat well.”

The‍ boy unnecessarily looked‍ away, scratching his‍⁠​ neck at the‍‌‌ chill that rose‍ to the depths‍ of his chest.‍

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