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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 263: Extra 2 – Marble Game

Chapter 263: Extra 2 – Marble Game

One‌⁠⁠ morning, while leaving​ Ramund’s estate and‌‌ heading towards Soara,‍‍ despite it being⁠⁠ summer, the cool‌ air of the⁠‌​ northern plains spread⁠​‌ a light mist​​ across the grasslands.⁠‌

“What’s‌ going on, what’s‌​ happening?”

Only​‌⁠ in the northern​‍⁠ plains could you⁠‌‍ feel such refreshing‌ summer air.

But⁠‍ Noir stood still,‍ gazing quietly at‌ the hill in⁠‍ front of him.‍​

“What’s‌⁠⁠ happening?”

Seeing⁠​ Noir frozen, Vlad⁠ narrowed his eyes,‌‌​ looking towards the‌​⁠ distant hill.

On‌‍ a hill in‌‍ the plains where‍ a black horse⁠​ and a blonde‌‍ knight were staring⁠‌‍ together, a herd‍‌ of wild horses—who⁠‍⁠ had silently followed⁠‌​ them—stood watching, rising⁠⁠​ like a wave‌‌⁠ of green.

“Aren’t​‍ those your old⁠‍ friends?”

-Snort.‍​

At‍​‌ Vlad’s words, Noir,⁠‌‍ visibly uneasy, began‌‍‍ pawing at the‌ ground.

Now,​‍‍ he was known⁠​ as the black‌​ horse, Noir, but‍​ before Vlad had⁠​‍ named him, he‌ was a wild​ horse, a son​​ of the plains.‍

The‍ surviving members of‍‌⁠ the herd, from⁠ the time of⁠ the strongest dragon,⁠​ Deathworm, were now‍​ roaming the Varna⁠‍ plains, watching their⁠ former leader.

“Do‌​ they want you​ to follow them?”‍

Hearing⁠‌ Vlad’s words from⁠ behind, Noir lifted‌​‍ his head silently.‍‍

Except‍‍‍ for the herd‌‌ of wild horses​​​ visible in the⁠‍ distance, it was‍ just the two‌​​ of them in⁠⁠ the vast green‍ sea.

At​ that moment, Noir‍ seemed to contemplate‌ the world he⁠⁠ had once belonged‌‌​ to, as if⁠ reminiscing.

Jingle,‌​⁠ jingle.

Behind​ Vlad and Noir,‍​​ who stood still,​ the sound of‍‍​ small bells echoed.‌

Caravans‍ laden with goods‌‌ began to appear,‍​ moving through the‍ morning mist that‍‍ was slowly dissipating.‍

-Whoa.‌‍‌

-Who‍​​ goes there?

The‍ merchants, leading a long line of​ caravans, emerged.

They​ were traders from‌​ a large trading⁠‌​ company, carrying dozens‌ of wagons in​‌⁠ a single convoy.​‌‍

-We​‌‌ are from the⁠⁠ Kannor family. If‍‍ you have no​⁠ business here, kindly‌​ move aside.

In‍⁠⁠ the deserted plains,​‌‍ it was natural⁠‍ to be wary‌ of strangers. Although⁠‍‌ things had changed‌‍ now, a few‍ years ago, these​‌​ merchants had suffered‍ great losses due⁠‍ to the barbarians⁠ roaming the plains.‌

“…Kannor,‌⁠​ huh.”

However,‍​ Vlad didn’t respond‌ to the sharp⁠‌⁠ question from the⁠⁠⁠ merchants.

He⁠ only looked silently‌‍⁠ at the familiar⁠​ banner flying at‍‌⁠ the center of​⁠ the caravan.

“I‍‌ wonder if he’s‍ here.”

Vlad​ murmured to himself⁠⁠‍ as he pulled‍‍‍ out a small‍ flag he had⁠ stowed behind his⁠ saddle.

A small banner with‍​ a white background‍ filled with various​ crests.

Pointing​‌‍ to one of‍⁠​ the crests, which‍⁠ seemed to have⁠‌ been carved a long time ago,⁠​‌ Vlad smiled and‌ spoke.

“Do​‌‌ you know Portly​‍ Kannor?”

“What?”‌

The‍‌ merchants were surprised​‌⁠ to suddenly hear‍‌ the name of⁠ their employer’s son.‍​‌

No,‍⁠⁠ more precisely, they‌‌ were startled to‍⁠‍ see the flag⁠‌⁠ raised by the​ blonde knight.

“That‌ guy was my​‍​ companion back when‍ I was a squire.”

Among‌ the many crests‌ engraved densely on​‍‍ the banner, the‍ Kannor family’s crest​‌ was prominently placed,‌‍‌ as if it​ had been one‌⁠‌ of the first​ to be carved.⁠‍⁠

“If⁠‌ he’s here, tell​⁠⁠ him that Vlad‍​​ from Soara is‍⁠ looking for him.”​​

Now,​‌ many families would‌‍‍ vouch for his​​ name, but just​ a few years‌​​ ago, he had‍ been a scrawny‍⁠‌ boy, thrilled by⁠ any sausage offered​ to him.

The⁠‍ boy who could​ barely ride a horse was now​‍​ calling out for‌ his old friend⁠‌‌ by name.

***​‌​

“Wow,‍​ I didn’t expect⁠‌​ to find you‍‍ here!”

A young man poked⁠​ his head out​‌ of the carriage,​​ beaming with a wide smile.

He‌ was well-fed, his⁠⁠ round cheeks gleaming‍‍ with fullness.

“Where‍​ have you been‌ all this time?‌‍ In Sturma? Or‍ Varna?”

“At‍ Lord Ramund’s estate.‍ I went to​‍⁠ learn a bit‍ about farming.”

Portly’s‌‌‍ voice boomed loudly,‌‍ echoing through the​‍‍ caravan. Though they‌⁠‍ were walking side‍ by side—one riding‌​‌ the carriage, the⁠⁠‍ other on horseback—Portly’s⁠⁠ voice, as loud​ as his joy,‍‌ broke the stillness‍‌‍ of the morning.⁠‌​

“Anyway,⁠‌​ I’ve been wanting​​ to see you,⁠⁠ but…”

As⁠ they moved along,⁠ Portly’s demeanor toward‌​⁠ Vlad seemed somewhat​‍‌ reserved, despite both‍ of them heading​ in the same​⁠ direction.

“Come​‌​ visit me. I’ll‍⁠‌ be staying at‍‌‌ the Inn of​ the Smiling Rose‌ for a while.”​

Vlad⁠⁠​ spoke first, understanding‌⁠⁠ Portly’s cautious attitude.​‌‍ It was true⁠ that there was​‍ now a huge⁠‌⁠ gap between the​‌‌ swordmaster known across​ the continent and​​ the son of‍‍‌ a merchant family—something‌​⁠ that couldn’t be⁠​ easily compared.

However,⁠⁠‍ Vlad acted as⁠ if nothing had⁠​ changed from their​‌‍ days as squires,⁠ biting into a sausage as he​ responded.

“There​‌ are a lot‌ of people wanting‍ to see me,‍​ so I’m not⁠⁠ sure if I’ll​‌ be able to‍⁠ make it…”

“I’ll‍ tell the innkeeper​‌ to let you⁠ in. Come whenever‍⁠ you want.”

“Can‍⁠⁠ I really?”

“…It‍ seems you haven’t‍ changed much. Is​⁠ someone still bothering​‌ you?”

Though⁠‍‌ their time together‍ hadn’t been long,‌‌​ they had helped‌⁠ each other with‌​ whatever they needed.‌

Perhaps‍ Vlad’s remarkable growth⁠ from his days⁠ as a squire⁠​​ could be credited​ to the provisions‍⁠⁠ given by the‌⁠ Kannor family.

“And​⁠ what’s all this?​‍​ Does Soara need​​‌ so much meat?”‍​​

“Oh,​‌⁠ this…”

Vlad⁠ shifted the conversation,​ marveling at the​‌ long line of‌ Kannor’s wagons.

The​‌‍ caravan stretched so‍ far that one⁠ had to crane​ their neck to​⁠‍ see the end⁠‌‌ of it.

Though⁠‍​ the Kannor Trading⁠‌ Company, which had​ conquered the Black⁠⁠‍ Bear territory, was‍ impressive, Soara wasn’t‍​ large enough to‍ require such an‌ abundance of supplies.‍

“We’re⁠⁠ leaving half in‌‍ Soara, and the‌​⁠ other half we’re⁠​ shipping west by​⁠ boat.”

“West?”‌‌‌

“Yes,⁠ to the west.‌​ To be precise,​​ to Nidavellir.”

Nidavellir,‍‍ once the name‌‌‍ of the Dwarf‌‍​ Liberation Front, now​ referred to a city instead of​‍‍ an organization.

It‌ had replaced the‌​ island of Lemnos,‌⁠‌ which was sunk‌⁠ by the mightiest​‍​ dragon, and became‌‌‌ a new home‌‌​ for the dwarves.​‌​

“I’ve⁠​ heard a new‌ dwarf city has‍‍​ risen near Trinova.‍‍ But the dwarves⁠ sure love their‍‍ alcohol and meat.”⁠‌

“That’s​‌‍ true.”

The‍‌ dwarves had found⁠⁠ their roots and‌ established themselves again.‍‍

However,‌​ it would take⁠ time before the​​⁠ land—still filled with​⁠ sand—returned to its⁠‍ former state.

“But​‌ I’ve heard that‌​​ the dwarves are​‌‌ requesting a drink​‌⁠ called Captain Q.‌‍⁠ I’ve never heard⁠‌ of it before.​‍⁠ Do you know‍ what it is?”⁠

“…No.”⁠

Though⁠‍ Vlad clearly remembered​​​ the name—a sticky,‌‍‌ dark brown drink—he‌‌ pretended ignorance as​​ the city walls​⁠​ appeared in the‌‍‍ distance.

“There‍ it is, Soara!”​​

From‍⁠​ Sturma to Soara.⁠‍

At‍ the end of‍ the expansive northern​‍ plains, Vlad began‍⁠ to see his‌ hometown.

“…What’s‌ that?”

The​‍ boy’s hometown, the‍⁠ city he had​‌‍ promised to return‍​‌ to.

However,​⁠ though the wall‍ of the castle⁠‌ was familiar, the​‍‍ sight of the⁠ gate below was​⁠ something he had​‌ never seen before.‍​‍

“Hey,‌ don’t cut in‌ line!”

“I’m‌ not cutting in!”‍​

The​‌ gates of Soara⁠ were always crowded,‌​​ as it was​ the logistics hub⁠⁠ of the north.⁠‍

“I’ve​ been waiting here​‌ for three days!​ When can I get in?”

“Is⁠ it true that‌ Lord Vlad is⁠‍ here?”

But⁠ now, countless people‌‌ were camped out,‌⁠ turning the gate‍​ into a bustling⁠⁠⁠ marketplace, with no​‍‍ room to pass‌‍ through.

“…Why​‍ are there so⁠ many people?”

“The⁠ war just ended.”‍

“And⁠‍⁠ what does that‍​ have to do‍⁠ with anything?”

“What⁠ does it have‍‍‌ to do with‍​​ it?”

Portly‌​ shrugged, looking at​ Vlad with a puzzled expression.

“The‍⁠‌ knights, now without‍‌​ wars to fight,​ where do you‌ think they’ll go?⁠‍ Before heading home,‌‌‌ they want to​​ see the famous⁠‌ Sword Master at‍ least once.”

Golden⁠ coins were a reality, but the​‍‌ Sword Master was‌⁠⁠ a legend.

A title every knight​⁠ held in their​ heart had finally⁠‌ come to life⁠‌​ in this era,⁠ so it was⁠ only natural that‍⁠‍ knights from across⁠‌‌ the continent flocked‍ to Soara.

“What⁠​ am I supposed‌ to do?”

But⁠​ the swordmaster that⁠‌ everyone wanted to​ meet was simply⁠⁠‍ overwhelmed by the‌​ horde of knights‌⁠​ in front of‌⁠ him.

At​​ a glance, there‌‍​ were hundreds of⁠ knights gathered at⁠⁠‌ the city gates.⁠‍

Not‌‍ all of them‍ had come just‍​‌ to shake his​​ hand.

“So,​ have you become‌⁠ an emperor?”

A swordmaster of this​‌​ era, free from‌​‍ all allegiances.

Yet⁠‍ the freedom he‍​ sought came with​ a price.

***⁠

The​‌ tall, wide church‍ in the city‌‍ of Soara.

Sood​ as a grand⁠ structure, with only⁠‌‍ the distant city‌ hall comparable in​⁠ size. However, instead‌⁠ of the usual‌​​ solemnity, it was⁠ filled with the‌​‌ sounds of children‌​‍ running about.

“Don’t​ run in the​⁠ hallways.”

“…Yes.”​‌‌

In‍‌ front of the⁠ bishop, dressed in​⁠ a red robe,​​​ stood several children⁠ nervously fidgeting with⁠ their fingers.

Just​ moments ago, they​​ had been running‍⁠​ as if the​​ world were ending,⁠⁠⁠ but upon seeing‌‌ the tall figure‍ with cold, gray⁠ eyes, anyone would​‍⁠ lower their head‍ in submission.

“If‍‍ you understand, go‌ now.”

“Yes!”‌‌

Despite⁠‍ their agreement, the⁠ children resumed running‍‌‌ almost immediately.

As‍ Pedro watched them,⁠‌ a vein throbbed‌ helplessly on his​‌ forehead.

“Damn‌​ city…”

Pedro,⁠‌⁠ the bishop of​⁠‍ the city of‌⁠ Soara, was now​​​ the head of‍⁠‍ the Orthodox Church‍‌ here. Yet inwardly,‌​ he was furious‌​​ at the state‌‍‍ the church had‍​‍ fallen into in‍⁠ just a few‍​ years.

Bang!​‌

“What‍​⁠ a shock!”

Pedro,‌‍ with long strides‍‌ resembling those of‌​⁠ an angry stork,‌‍‍ stormed into his‌​ office.

Inside,​⁠‌ in his private‍ space, an uninvited‍⁠‌ guest awaited him.​

“…What‌⁠ are you doing‍ here?”

A man with striking‌ red hair, gleaming⁠⁠‌ under the sunlight.⁠​​

However,‌⁠‌ the elegant armor‌‍ beneath his uniquely‌⁠ colored hair clearly‍‍‍ marked him as⁠ an Orthodox Holy‌‌ Knight.

“I‍ was waiting, Bishop.”‌

“Waiting?⁠‌‌ More like wasting​‌​ time, as always.”​‌​

Frustrated⁠‍‍ by the man’s‍​ words, Pedro slumped‍‍‍ heavily into his‌ chair, running a hand through his‍ hair as he‌​ sighed.

“Why‌ are there so​‍‌ many children in⁠ the church lately?”‍‍⁠

“That’s⁠‌‌ because you called‍⁠ them here, isn’t⁠ it?”

“Me?”‌⁠⁠

Pedro’s⁠‌ gaze sharpened as​​​ he caught the‌​ mocking smile on‍ Radu’s face, but‌ the man before‍ him wasn’t easily‍​​ intimidated.

“A‍⁠ city that birthed​‌ a swordmaster and⁠‌ a bishop who‌ outlawed pedophilia—where else‍‌‍ would the war​‌⁠ orphans wandering about‌ go?”

“…”​‍

“I’d‌⁠⁠ come here, too.​⁠‌ The world is⁠⁠ a dangerous place—terrible​‍ things happen if‍ you sit idle.”‌‍

Perhaps,⁠⁠‍ as Radu had‍‍​ just said, the‌ northern city of‍ Soara might indeed‌ be the only‍ refuge for war​‌ orphans who had​​ lost their parents⁠ and were now‍​ wandering aimlessly.

“Besides,‌ Madame Marcella even‌ opened an orphanage,⁠ so this seems​ to be the⁠‍ right thing to‌ do.”

“…Get‍​‌ out.”

Though‍‌⁠ Radu’s words were‍‌‌ not without reason,‌‍‍ they were all​ the more infuriating⁠‍‍ because of it.⁠‍‌

Even‌‌ now, knights and‍‍ orphans continued to⁠ flock to Soara​ in droves.

Pedro,‍ whether he liked‍​ it or not,‍⁠ was the bishop⁠‍​ of this city,​‌‍ responsible for managing⁠​‌ the numerous incidents⁠⁠‍ caused by these⁠ new arrivals.

“Should​‍⁠ I leave?”

“Yes,‍⁠​ get out.”

“I‌ can’t. If I leave…”

“Why!?”‍‍

Despite​⁠‌ the elderly bishop’s‍ outburst of rage,​ Radu responded only⁠ with a smile.‌

“If⁠‍ I leave, there⁠ will be dozens​ of knights challenging​‌‌ me to duels.”‍

“…”‍

“If​ Vlad of Soara⁠‌ is not around,​‍ then the next⁠‌ in line is⁠ Radu of Dragulia.‍ Although I’ve already‌‌‌ discarded that surname.​ In any case,⁠​ if I leave,⁠‌⁠ the city’s security​‌⁠ will be in‍‌‌ real jeopardy…”

Radu’s​​ words, spoken almost⁠‍ provocatively, weren’t wrong⁠‌ from the start.‌‌⁠

“…I⁠​ told you to‍ leave.”

However,⁠ just because something‌ is right doesn’t⁠ mean it’s always⁠​ welcome.

Pedro’s‌ anger finally boiled‌ over, seeing Radu⁠​‌ speaking only about‍ himself during this⁠​‍ busy time when​ the bishop had⁠ to deal with​‍ endless chaos.

“Take⁠⁠⁠ the children with‌ you and get⁠​ out too!”

“Ahhh!”‍

The‍​ deep, booming voice‌⁠ of the old‌‍ bishop echoed powerfully‍⁠ through the halls‍⁠‌ of the church,‍‌​ resonating even in‍⁠⁠ his old age.​⁠

***⁠

“Hmm…”⁠⁠‍

Unlike​‍⁠ the commotion at⁠‍‌ the city gates,‌ there was an‌​ eerie silence in‍ a back alley‌​‌ of Soara.

In​⁠⁠ a small, hidden‌ tunnel, a man‌‌⁠ poked his head⁠ out.

“This⁠​ hole is even​‌​ smaller now.”

It⁠‌⁠ was a narrow‌‌‍ opening in the‌ city wall, known​‌ only to the⁠‍​ children who roamed‌⁠⁠ the alleyways.

Standing‌ in the shadow​⁠‍ of the wall,⁠ Vlad straightened up,⁠​ brushing the dirt⁠⁠ off his body.​

“Noir​‌ will know how‍‍ to get in‌ on his own.”‍‌⁠

He​​ had left Noir‌ in the care⁠‌ of the Kannor​⁠ Company; the horse⁠‍‍ would enter the‌⁠ city with Portly.‍​​

Being‌ as intelligent as​ he was, Noir​ would find his‌​ way to the​ Inn of the‌ Smiling Rose.

Clap,‌‌⁠ clap

“Huh?”⁠‍‌

Vlad‍‍⁠ had snuck into‍ Soara to avoid‍ the mass of‌ knights gathered outside.‌‍

Taking‌​ a moment to⁠ catch his breath‌​ while looking at‌ the familiar scenery,⁠ he suddenly heard⁠‍‍ an unfamiliar sound.‌⁠‍

“What’s‌‍ that?”

Though‌ the scenery was‌ familiar, the atmosphere‌ in Soara’s alleyways‍ had completely changed.​

As‌‍ he walked through‍ the streets, now​ filled with sunlight⁠ rather than the‍‌ darkness of old,‌‍​ Vlad stopped when‍‌ he saw a group of children‌‍ gathered ahead.

“Wow!‌‍‌ This guy really‍‍ is bad at​​​ this.”

“How‍​ do you expect‍ to win playing‍‌​ like that?”

Children​ in the back‌​⁠ alleys gathered during⁠‍‌ the day, no‍ longer at night.‌‍

These⁠‌ were the same​‍⁠ children who used‍ to beg and⁠‍‍ steal on the​​​ streets, but now‍ they were laughing,‌⁠​ their hands filled‌⁠⁠ with shiny marbles.‌

“…Can‍ we play one⁠​⁠ more round, please?”‍

Amidst‍ the children, a beast-man stood, wearing‍ a worried expression.‍​​

“One​‌‍ more round of‍​‌ marbles, just one‌ more.”

The‌‌⁠ man trying to⁠⁠ convince the children⁠ while clutching his‍ marbles was none⁠ other than Nibelun,‍ the wizard.

Seeing⁠‌⁠ him in such​​​ a ridiculous situation,‍​‌ Vlad couldn’t help⁠⁠‍ but laugh.

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