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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 263: Extra 3 – The War of the Roses II

Chapter 263: Extra 3 – The War of the Roses II

Vlad​‍‍ followed the familiar‍‍ path toward the‌⁠⁠ “Smile of the‌ Rose.”

However,​​‌ despite being on​⁠‌ his way home,‍​‍ there was a sense of discomfort​‌​ in Vlad’s expression.‍​⁠

“Try​ to make sure‌‌ those kids don’t‌ follow us,” he‌‍‍ said.

“And‌ how am I supposed to do​ that?” Nibelun replied.​​

“Aren’t​ you friends with‍⁠ them?”

Behind‌⁠‍ Vlad, the children⁠‌‌ from the alley‍ were sticking to​⁠ him like glue.​

Vlad‍‌‌ sighed deeply, wanting⁠ to avoid the‍ constant challenges from‌‍ the children playing​ at being knights​‌‍ as he tried​‍⁠ to return quietly‌‍⁠ to the “Smile​​ of the Rose.”​⁠

“By​⁠​ the way, how​⁠ old are you‌‌⁠ now to still⁠⁠​ be playing marbles‍​‍ with them?”

The⁠⁠ children’s eyes shone‌ as brightly as​ the marbles in​⁠ their hands.

Unable​ to bring himself⁠​‌ to dismiss those‌‌ envious gazes, Vlad‍ started expressing his⁠⁠‍ frustration toward the‍‍⁠ calm Nibelun.

“If​⁠⁠ you wanted to⁠​⁠ play marbles, you‍‍ should’ve done it⁠ with the kids​‌ from uptown. Do‍⁠⁠ you know how⁠‌​ cunning these alley‍⁠ kids are?”

“Really?”‌‍

These‌​‍ were alley kids⁠​‌ who had learned‌​ about the world‍​‍ far too early‍ because no one⁠‍ was there to​ protect them.

Given​‍⁠ that he was​‍ dealing with children‍⁠ who thought everything​ was about survival,‌‍ it was only​ natural that Nibelun’s‍⁠ win rate was​ dismal.

“But‌‌​ I specifically wanted‌​‍ to play with​⁠ these kids.”

“Why?”​‌

Still,‌‍‌ the mystery-seeking wizard‌‌ was eager to‌‍‌ win the children’s​​ marbles.

“Because​⁠ the marbles these‌‌​ kids have are‍‍⁠ the brightest.”

“Huh?”‍‍

Of⁠ all the marbles⁠​ I’ve seen, the‌‌‌ ones rolling around‍‌ here are the​ most radiant.

The​‍‍ eyes of the‌‍⁠ children, looking at⁠ the brightest star‍​ in the darkest‍⁠​ place, embodied the​⁠ mystery Nibelun was⁠‍ searching for.

“…Either⁠ way, you’re not​ going to win.⁠​‍ You’ve already become‍⁠‌ an easy target.”⁠‍‌

“Then​‌​ help me this‌ time. Play marbles‍‌‍ with me, please.”⁠‍‌

“This‌‍‍ is absurd.”

A wizard pleading with‌⁠ the sword master⁠ of this era‍ to play marbles​ with him.

After‍‍⁠ hearing that, Vlad‌‍​ laughed in disbelief‍​ and began to⁠​‌ touch the rear‍⁠ wall of the‍​​ building they had⁠ already reached.

“Have‍‍‌ all the kids‍‍‍ left?”

“This​ is my territory‌‌‍ now.”

The⁠ children who had⁠⁠​ been following Vlad​‌⁠ closely stopped right​​‍ at the entrance‌⁠‌ of the alley,​‌‌ not daring to‌‍ cross.

Perhaps​ it was an‍⁠ act of respect‍⁠‍ toward the deeply⁠​​ ingrained territorial rules​ of the alleys.⁠‌

“Why‍‌​ are you pushing⁠⁠​ the wall?”

“This‍‍ isn’t a wall.”⁠

In⁠ the silent alley,​ Vlad began pushing‌‍ hard against what⁠⁠ seemed like a wall but was,⁠ in fact, a concealed backdoor.

“…I​ guess no one’s⁠⁠ used this in​​ a while.”

Only⁠​ members of Jorge’s⁠‍ gang knew about‌ the secret entrance‌ to the “Smile​‍ of the Rose.”‌‍​

“Ugh!”‌​

It‌⁠ was a backdoor‍​‍ that had constantly‍ been used when‍‍ the back alleys​⁠‍ were dark.

However,​ the hidden hinges‍⁠ were now covered‍ in rust, as⁠​⁠ if no one‌‌ had used them⁠‌‍ since Godin’s last​‌‌ visit.

Creak-‍⁠⁠

The‍‍⁠ secret door opened‌ with difficulty, as⁠ if even one⁠⁠‌ had forgotten it​‍ was a door⁠​ at all.

As‌‌ the door opened,⁠‌⁠ old dust fell​‍ onto Vlad’s head,​ and what greeted⁠​ him was a dark-skinned boy with‌‌ wide, startled eyes.⁠⁠​

“Wh-what?!”​​​

“…”​‌

The​‌​ first person to​​ greet Vlad upon‌‍‌ his return was‍ Ned, who stood‍⁠​ atop a large‍‌​ barrel holding a bottle of liquor.‍

However,‌‍ his surprised appearance​⁠ was highly suspicious,⁠⁠ as if he‍‍​ had been caught‍ doing something he​‍​ shouldn’t have.

“Vla—Vlad?​ When did you​ get here?”

“Hah.”‍‍⁠

Though​‌ unspoken, it was​⁠ a scene that‍ was easily recognized.​​‍

Because​‍​ it was something​ Vlad himself had​‍ often done as‍‍ a child.

“Make‌​ sure you replenish‍‌ the liquor you‌​ took. I’ll tell‍​⁠ your brother if⁠ there’s anything missing‌ from that barrel.”‍‌‍

“Wait!⁠​ I can explain!”⁠⁠

“You‍⁠​ better refill it‍⁠ before Otar comes​​ and beats you‍ for what’s missing.”⁠⁠

Ned​⁠ hurriedly climbed down‌‌‌ from the barrel​ as if he‌‍​ had finally realized⁠‌ the situation, but​​​ Vlad and Nibelun​ were already at​ the bottom of‌‌ the stairs leading‍ to the first-floor​ lobby.

“I⁠‌ told you, only‌​ the smart ones​‌ can steal.”

“Vlad!‍‍⁠ Hold on a second!”

Vlad‍​ opened the door‌‌ as if he‍‍​ couldn’t even hear‌⁠ Ned’s desperate cries‌ from behind him.⁠‍⁠

Suddenly,⁠ bright lights flickered⁠‍‍ in the corner​‍‍ of his eye.‌⁠‌

Vlad‍ frowned for a moment at the‌‍‌ glow of the‍‌‍ chandelier hanging above​​ him.

“Nothing’s‌ changed here.”

But‍‌‌ soon, the corners​​⁠ of Vlad’s eyes‌​‍ softened as he⁠ heard the familiar​⁠‍ noise of the‌⁠‍ inn and the‌‍‌ scent of food‌ filled his nose.​

Though‍‌⁠ time had passed,​ and people had‍ changed, the “Smile‍​ of the Rose”‌​ still welcomed him.‌‍‍

Finally‍‍‍ back where he‍ belonged, Vlad began⁠⁠​ to take familiar‍ steps with a faint smile.

***​‍⁠

Now,​⁠ the “Smile of⁠ the Rose,” which‍⁠⁠ had once been​ a brothel, had​‌ transformed into the​​‍ only luxury inn‍​ in the North.‌​

Vlad⁠ and Nibelun walked‌⁠ through the slightly​ altered halls of​‌⁠ the place.

“This‍ room is small,”‌⁠ Nibelun remarked.

“It’s‍⁠ large compared to‌​​ the others,” Vlad‌ responded.

Vlad⁠ had entered his​​ room on the⁠​ fourth floor, a modest space compared‍⁠⁠ to the decorated⁠​ halls they had‌⁠‌ walked through. He‌ began to unpack‌‌ his belongings there.‌​‌

“Why‌ is it so⁠⁠​ hidden? It seems​⁠ like you’re the⁠ only one who‍‌ uses this floor,”‍⁠ Nibelun asked.

“Back​ then, I wasn’t‌‍ supposed to be⁠‌‌ found.”

The​‍‍ fourth-floor hallway, which⁠⁠‌ only one customer​ could enter, was⁠​ eerily quiet, unlike‌ the bustling atmosphere‍​‌ below.

“I⁠​ used to talk‌​‌ to myself. I had conversations with​‍ Kihano,” Vlad explained.⁠⁠

“Oh,‍‍​ that’s how it‍⁠‌ was.”

The‍ atmosphere on the‌‍ fourth floor seemed‌⁠⁠ somewhat lonely.

It‍‍​ was a larger‍⁠​ space than needed,​ and since Vlad‌‌ had no one⁠‌ to exchange words⁠ with anymore, it⁠‌‍ made the space​‍​ feel even emptier.⁠

“You’re‍ back already?”

“…”‍

Though‌‍​ Kihano was no⁠‌​ longer there, someone⁠​⁠ was still waiting‌ for Vlad in‍​⁠ that place.

“Zemina.”‌‍‌

“This​ time, you returned‍‍ quite quickly.”

A red-haired woman rested‌​​ her arm on‍ the banister, quietly‌‌​ observing Vlad.

Zemina,​‍ wearing a dress​ as striking as‍ her appearance, stared​​ intently at Vlad.​‍

“Well,​‍‍ considering how in⁠⁠ the past you’d‍ be gone for‍‌ over a year​‌‍ to end a war, six months⁠⁠ is a decent⁠ time.”

However,‌ despite Zemina’s beauty,‌​ her eyes held⁠‍ the sharp thorns​​‍ of a rose—piercing​​‍ and direct—difficult for‌​ even Vlad to​ ignore.

“How‍‌‌ long do you​‌​ plan to stay⁠⁠ this time? A week?”

“Lady‌ Zemina. May I excuse myself now?”‍

“Of​ course, you can​ go, cat.”

Nibelun,‌⁠ sensing the unusual‌⁠ tension in the‍‌ air, quickly began⁠‌‍ to exit the‌‍‍ scene.

Vlad‌⁠ discreetly gestured behind‍‌​ his back, asking‍‌⁠ him not to⁠⁠⁠ leave, but knowing‌ when to make‍‌‍ oneself scarce was‍ a valuable trait‌‍⁠ for a member​⁠ of society.

“Oh,‍​ it smells so‍​ good. I quite⁠‍ like that meat​​‍ stew.”

“That’s‍‌‌ potato stew. You​‍ hate potatoes.”

“I​‌ decided I’d start⁠ liking them today.⁠​‍ The potato stew‌⁠ looks truly delicious.”‍

Nibelun⁠ floated along like‍ water, despite Vlad’s‍‌ silent efforts to​​ dissuade him.

Vlad‌ lowered his head⁠‍‍ in exasperation as⁠ he watched Nibelun⁠‌​ disappear down the⁠ hallway Zemina had‌​‍ created.

“The‍‌‌ guests keep arriving,⁠‍ but there’s no‌⁠​ space left. It⁠​ seems they’ll open⁠ the fourth floor⁠​​ soon as well.”‌

“This⁠ time, I had⁠‌ no other choice.⁠ You know the​⁠⁠ Orthodox Church requested‍‍ it.”

“Yes,‍​ I know. I went after the‌‍‍ witches at Andreas’‍⁠​ request.”

To‌​ quell the embers​‌ of the war‌‍ and, at times,​‌ to hunt down⁠‍ surviving witches.

For​ two years, Vlad‌ had traveled the‍ world, never putting​‍ down his sword.‌‍​

“But‍ don’t you think​ it’s time to⁠‍ rest a little?⁠⁠⁠ Back then, I spent nearly several⁠‍​ months bedridden.”

“Of‍‍ course, I’d like‌⁠ to rest too.”‍​

“Ha.‌⁠​ You don’t realize‌⁠​ it because you’re‍‌⁠ still young.”

But​⁠ Zemina, who had‍⁠​ been watching from​⁠⁠ the sidelines, knew‌ well.

The‍​​ current Vlad was​‍ moving to fill‌ the void in⁠​‌ his heart rather‌⁠ than doing what​​ he needed to.‍‌​

“Later,⁠⁠ when you grow​​⁠ older, all of‌ this will return⁠‌⁠ to you as⁠‌​ bone disease. You​ know what happens​‍ to mercenaries who‍ act recklessly, right?”⁠‍‍

“…”‍

“Take​‌⁠ a long break‍‍​ this time. I heard Harven returned‍​‍ as well.”

People‌ around me praise‌ me every time​​‍ I swing my​​‌ sword.

But⁠⁠ Vlad gave a bitter smile to​‌‌ the only person‍ who told him⁠⁠​ it was time⁠⁠⁠ to rest.

“Hey…”⁠​

Vlad‍‍ hesitated as he‌⁠​ opened his mouth⁠ toward Zemina, who​​ had turned her‌⁠ back as if‌‍ she had already⁠ seen it coming.​⁠

“What?”‍

“I’m⁠‍ going somewhere again‍‌​ right now.”

“…Really?”‍

When‍⁠‌ Vlad said he​ had to leave​‌ as soon as​‍⁠ he returned, Zemina’s‌​‌ eyes began to‍ cool again.

“Go.‍​ I’m busy.”

A stubborn boy who⁠ always tried to‌‌ follow his own⁠ path, no matter​‌⁠ what others said.​

Zemina,‍‍ who knew there​ was nothing she​ could do because‌‍⁠ she understood him‍​‍ better than anyone​⁠ else, let out⁠‌ a soft sigh‌​ and began to‍⁠ descend the stairs.​‍

“Shall‌‌ we go together?‍⁠‌ This time.”

However,⁠‌‌ even Zemina couldn’t‌‍⁠ help but freeze‌‍ in shock at‍ the words she​ had just heard.⁠⁠‍

This‌ time, not alone,‌‍‍ but together.

Zemina‌ was surprised by‍⁠ those words and‍ turned to see‌​‌ Vlad holding out‍ a letter from⁠‍‌ Bayezid in front‌​⁠ of her.

“Would​‍⁠ you like to‍​‍ come with me⁠ to the Rutiger‌ succession ceremony?”

“…Together?”⁠‌

The‍⁠ succession ceremony of​ the Rutiger family,⁠ where all the​⁠‌ nobles of the‍​ North would gather.‌⁠​

Zemina⁠ was well aware‌‍ that asking her‍⁠​ to go there‍‌‌ with him had⁠​ a deeper meaning‌‌​ than just companionship.‍

“…Can⁠​ I go?”

“Of‍ course. I can’t‍‍‌ take anyone but‍⁠ you.”

“Really?”​‌

As‌‌​ she saw Zemina’s⁠‍⁠ face gradually soften,‍⁠‍ Vlad began to⁠ smile along with‍⁠​ her.

However,⁠ even his smiling⁠‌ face couldn’t help‍⁠ but harden when‍⁠⁠ Zemina opened the‌ letter she had⁠ taken out.

“I‍‍⁠ don’t think so.”‌‌

“…Mmm.”​​‍

Zemina⁠‌ pulled out a letter as if‍ to review it.​​‌

On​‌ the outside of‌‍⁠ the letter was‍⁠ a white tree​​ emblem that Vlad‌ was very familiar​⁠⁠ with.

“I‌ was going to⁠ give it to​​⁠ you tomorrow so‍‍ you could rest⁠‍ today, but I have no choice.”​‍

For⁠ some reason, Zemina’s‍ smile while holding​​​ that letter seemed​‍⁠ cold.

“I‍ have to decide,⁠⁠​ Vlad. Who will⁠ I take with‌ me to the​‌​ succession ceremony?”

A letter filled with⁠ the scent of‍‍ lemons, sent with​​⁠ a rose’s smile.‌

The‌‍‍ person who sent⁠ the letter was​‍‍ Baroness Alicia Hainal,‍ another one of‍ Vlad’s ladies.

***‍⁠

“This​​⁠ year’s crop has‌‌​ been excellent, my​‌⁠ lady. Everyone is​ pleased with the​‌ good harvest.”

The​⁠‍ city of Deirmar,⁠ filled with the​ scents of summer.‌

Through​​ the window behind‍‌ her, the trees‍‌ of Deirmar, greener⁠ than ever this‍​​ year, greeted Alicia.‍‍

“…Really?”​‍‌

This​‌ year was a good harvest.

Thanks⁠‌⁠ to trade with‌ the elves, the‍​‌ city prospered, and‌ the faces of⁠‌‍ the people in⁠​ Deirmar, the territory‍‌ of Hainal, were⁠‍​ full of smiles.‍‍

“And⁠‍‍ what good is​‍‌ that?”

“Pardon?”‌⁠‌

However,​‌‌ on Alicia’s face,​​ the lady of​ the city, there‌‍ was no smile‍​ of joy, but​‍ rather a deep‍​ shadow.

“What​​‍ good is it⁠​ that the harvest​ is bountiful and⁠​ the territory thrives!”‌‌‍

Everything‍ was going well,⁠‌ but within Alicia’s‌‌​ heart, there was‍‌⁠ an unease she⁠⁠⁠ could not shake.‍

“What‍‍ good is it‌‍ for the territory‌⁠​ to flourish when⁠‍ Hainal itself is​ withering?”

“Lady⁠ Alicia…”

Even‌⁠‌ though her face‌​ was shadowed, the⁠ lady of Hainal​​ was still beautiful.‍⁠‌

But‍​ Alicia felt sorrowful,​​ for there was‍‌​ no one to​‍ appreciate that beauty.‌

“…Have⁠⁠ any marriage proposals‌‍⁠ come for me?​‍⁠ Whether from a noble or even‍ a knight of‍​ no status?”

“That….”‍‌

In‌ response to Alicia’s‍⁠​ question, the old​‌ knight Duncan lowered‌ his head as⁠‌‌ if unsure of‍​⁠ what to say.‌⁠​

“Not‍​‌ a single one⁠​⁠ this year…”

“Not⁠⁠‌ a single one?”⁠​

“Yes,⁠ not a single‌‍ one.”

In‌ the past, marriage⁠‍⁠ proposals that would​​ have come in‌​ abundance had recently‌‌ ceased altogether.

Baroness⁠‌ Alicia had wealth,⁠‍ fame, and even​⁠ a territory.

However,​‌​ though she had‌⁠ everything, there was‌ a clear reason‍‌⁠ why no young‌​‍ man dared to​ propose to her.⁠‍‌

“It’s‍‍ all because of‌ Vlad!”

Watching‍ Alicia shake her​‌‌ head and shout‍​ seemed quite odd.‌​‍

However,‌‌​ Duncan simply nodded‌⁠​ as if he‍ understood her feelings.⁠

“Why‍ did he have‌ to become so‍ famous and ruin‍⁠⁠ all my chances⁠ of marriage!?”

Lady​‌‍ Alicia’s knight, Vlad⁠‌ Aureo.

Now‌ that everyone across‌ the continent knew​‍​ of their relationship,‍‍ with even rumors​​‍ of exchanged handkerchiefs,⁠​‌ no one dared​‌ propose to the‌‌ lady of the⁠​⁠ Sword Master.

“Will⁠ this be the⁠‌ end of the​ Hainal line? Will‌⁠​ I be remembered‌​ as the ungrateful‌‍‌ daughter who let‌⁠‍ her family die?”‌‍‌

“Oh,​‍ Lady Alicia…”

If​‍ this was how‌ it was going‍ to end, she​‌⁠ wished she had​ never started anything‍‌ with Vlad.

Alicia​⁠ regretted that because⁠ of Vlad, her‌ legacy and her‌ family’s treasure were​⁠‌ destined to fade‍​⁠ away.

“No,‌⁠‌ this can’t be.​‍​ I can’t let‍ Hainal, which I’ve‌​‍ protected for so​‍⁠ long, be lost.”⁠⁠

Alicia’s‍‌‌ eyes, as she​ gazed out the‌ window, grew colder.‍‍

It⁠‍ was like the‌ last stand of⁠​‌ the Hainal line,‍‌ shaped by noble⁠ blood.

“At‌​ this point, I just need to‍‍ secure his seed.‌⁠‌ Somehow, I must⁠⁠ continue the lineage.”⁠

Blonde‍ hair and blue​ eyes. And, furthermore,‌​⁠ the bloodline of⁠​ a Sword Master‍‍ of this era,​ guaranteed.

Alicia’s‌‍ eyes sparkled strangely‍‌​ as she dreamed⁠⁠‍ of that possibility.⁠⁠‍

-······!‌‌​

As‌ if supporting Alicia’s⁠​‌ decision, the trees⁠‌ of Deirmar swayed⁠​‌ gently.

The‍‌ small spirits dancing⁠‌ beneath the green​ trees and a white snake moving⁠⁠‌ along the branches‍ seemed to encourage⁠ her.

“What’s⁠‍ gotten into them?”⁠

“What?‌ Are they celebrating‍​ something?”

Even​‍ the elves sent‌ to the city‌⁠ seemed confused by​⁠​ the spirits celebrating‍‍‍ joyfully, as if‌ calling out to​⁠ Alicia to secure​​ the seed quickly.‌‍

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