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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 269: Extra 9 – The Mansion That Remained Unchanged

Chapter 269: Extra 9 – The Mansion That Remained Unchanged

The‍‌ halls of the​‌ mansion, which Vlad​⁠ had not visited‌‍ in a long‍ time, carried an​ air of familiarity.⁠‌⁠

This​‍ was the Bayezid⁠ residence, the place‌⁠​ he had arrived‌ at following Joseph,​ carrying only a sword, during those‍​ frigid winter days.⁠‍

However,⁠‍ unlike back then,​‍ when everything felt​‍​ foreign, this mansion⁠⁠ now felt like⁠‌ a second home.⁠

“Nothing‍ has changed in​​ this mansion.”

“There’s‌‍⁠ no reason for​ it to change.‌⁠​ Although, it’s been‍ a little livelier‍‍ lately.”

Following⁠ Jager, Vlad turned‍ his head from‌ side to side,‌‌‌ taking in the⁠​ sights of the​‍ mansion.

The‍ scene was nostalgic,‍ bringing back memories‌⁠‌ as Vlad retraced​‍ the same paths⁠​ he had walked‌​⁠ as a squire.‌⁠‍

“I⁠‌⁠ didn’t know you’d‍ become the Captain‍‍ of the Knights.”‍​‍

They‌​⁠ passed the dining⁠‌ hall where he⁠⁠⁠ had recently shared‌‍‌ sausages with Portly.​ Further ahead, he​​⁠ could see the​ training field where‍‌‌ he had once⁠‍⁠ been humiliated for​‌‍ not knowing how‍⁠ to ride a horse.

But​​‌ among all the​ unchanging sights, what‌ struck him the‍⁠​ most was the‌ figure of Jager​‌ walking ahead of‍⁠‍ him.

“You​‌ used to say​⁠ you hated hassle,⁠⁠ yet you accepted⁠‌ the position of​‍ captain. That’s not⁠‌ what I expected.”​​⁠

“…I​‌‍ had no intention⁠ of taking it.‍ If it weren’t‍​ for Lady Oksana’s‌ request, I would’ve‌‌‌ refused outright.”

Jager⁠ despised inconveniences, even⁠ more so those‍⁠‍ that brought additional‍​‍ burdens.

Knowing​‍ Jager’s personality well,‍‌⁠ Vlad found it⁠​‌ surprising that he⁠ had accepted the‍‌ role. It seemed‍⁠⁠ even Jager had⁠‌‌ his reasons.

“Lady‌⁠‍ Oksana?”

“Because​​‌ of you, my​ name gained unexpected‌ prestige. I suppose‍​ Lady Oksana wanted‌‌‍ to capitalize on​​‌ that in some‌​ way.”

The⁠ continent was captivated‍‌​ by the emergence⁠​ of the new‌⁠​ Swordmaster.

Vlad,‌​‌ who had recreated‍⁠​ a legendary scene‍ by defeating the‍ oldest dragon, was​‌ the first Swordmaster​​ since the founder-king​ Frausen. It made⁠​​ sense that the​ Bayezid family would⁠ want to leverage​ his fame.

“In‌⁠‌ the end, having‌⁠⁠ a good disciple​⁠ has helped you‍⁠ rise.”

“…Keep⁠ living in your‍ little bubble of‍⁠‍ self-satisfaction.”

Without⁠‍‌ further response, Jager​ led him down‍⁠⁠ a hallway unfamiliar‍‍⁠ to Vlad.

It‌‍ was a central⁠ part of the‍‌‍ mansion Vlad had‌ never accessed during⁠ his days as⁠‍‍ a squire.

“This‌‍ is my first‌ time here.”

“And⁠‍ it would’ve been​‌ a problem if‌⁠​ you had come​ here before. A squire has no⁠⁠‍ business here.”

Jager‍‍‍ chuckled mockingly, but​⁠​ it wasn’t bothersome.​⁠​

Perhaps‌‍ it was because‌ he still saw‌‍‌ Vlad as someone‍⁠ under his care.⁠⁠

“Go⁠⁠⁠ ahead. Enter.”

“Understood.”‌​​

The‍​ room that had⁠‍ once belonged to⁠ Peter now belonged‌‍ to Rutiger.

Jager‌​ knocked softly on​ the door, and⁠‍ as if they⁠ had been waiting,⁠​‍ it opened with‌‌ a low creak.‍

“…Oh.”‌​

A mystery protected by‍‌ Ragmus that had⁠ now found peace.‍‌

A place accessible only‌‍⁠ to those authorized​‍ by the leader‍‌ of the Bayezid‌⁠​ family, located deep‍ within the mansion.‍‌‍

“You’re‌‌​ later than I expected, Vlad.”

Despite‌​⁠ the unfamiliar setting,⁠‌ there was something⁠‌​ familiar waiting for‌⁠‍ him—a welcoming smile.‍⁠

“Since⁠ this morning, the​ crows have been⁠​ circling. They said​‌ you’d be coming.”​​‍

A man with black‍‍ hair smiled at​⁠‍ him under the⁠⁠ sunlight that illuminated‌​ the office filled⁠⁠ with symbols of​‍​ authority.

Yet⁠‍‌ even within this⁠​​ formal atmosphere, the​‍‍ presence of Rutiger‍ Bayezid made the‌​⁠ space feel warm​‍⁠ and inviting.

“Here,‌ it must’ve been⁠​ an exhausting journey.”​

Rutiger,​​‍ the next leader‍ of the Bayezid‌ family, tossed something​ toward Vlad with⁠‍‌ a wide grin.⁠‍⁠

“You’re‌⁠⁠ not going to​ refuse this time,​‍​ are you?”

“…How‍ spiteful you are.”‍

Vlad‌ couldn’t help but‍​‌ smile as he⁠‍ caught a small⁠⁠ peanut that Rutiger‍​ had thrown at​‍​ him.

***‌‍

“Lately,​​‌ I feel like⁠ each day helps‍ me understand my‌ own abilities a little better.”

Rutiger,⁠‌ seemingly at ease,‍‌⁠ was sitting in⁠ a relaxed manner.⁠ His legs were⁠​​ spread out, and‍‍ his long sighs‌‍ indicated his comfort—a‍ posture not just⁠‍‌ anyone could take‍‍ in front of⁠‍⁠ another.

“I‌ always thought I’d​ be good at⁠‍​ this, but leading‌‌ a family is⁠⁠⁠ much harder than​‍ I imagined.”

“So​ it seems.”

Vlad,‌‌ holding a cup‌⁠ of tea that‍ Dorothea had served,‍⁠ observed Rutiger out‍ of the corner​ of his eye.‍⁠‌

His⁠ skin was paler​‍​ than usual, as​ if he hadn’t​‍​ seen the sun‌‍‌ in a long​⁠ time, and the⁠‌ dark circles under‍ his eyes were‌‍ deep—evidence of the‍​⁠ toll taken by⁠ the weight of⁠⁠ his responsibilities.

Although‌ Vlad had always​‍ thought Rutiger and‌​ Joseph were dissimilar,⁠⁠ seeing him now,‍‌ he couldn’t help​‌ but notice a resemblance in Rutiger’s‌⁠‍ face to that‍‍‌ of his late‌ brother.

“And⁠‌ amidst all these⁠ challenges, you are‍ a significant part⁠⁠⁠ of the problem.”‌​

“Me?”⁠​

Vlad‍​‌ shrugged incredulously, as‌ if he genuinely‍⁠⁠ didn’t understand.

But​ Rutiger, irritated by‌ his indifferent attitude,‌⁠​ frowned.

“You​ have an influence‌ that transcends any‌ single family, yet‌ you live in‌ an inn. Do‍ you know how​ many complaints I have to deal‍‌ with because of​ you?”

“This⁠ is the first⁠‍ time I’m hearing⁠ of it.”

“It’s⁠‌‌ the third time‌⁠ I’ve had to‌‍‍ convince Mayor Bordan​‌ not to resign.‌‌ Even the Duke⁠​‍ of Iron has‌ offered you land—why‍‌ do you refuse​⁠‌ to settle down?”‍​

The⁠ first Swordmaster had‌‍ founded an empire.⁠ But the new⁠ Swordmaster didn’t even​‌ want his own​‍​ territory, leaving everyone​ baffled.

“What‍​ about Moshiam? It’s⁠⁠‍ still ownerless.”

“It’s⁠‍ a place I have no connection​⁠‌ to and don’t‌ like.”

“What‌‍ if we turn​⁠​ a slum into​⁠ an autonomous zone?”‌

“There’s‍‌ no need. They​‍⁠ manage fine without‌‌ me.”

“…”‍‍⁠

Rutiger‌‍⁠ let out a long sigh, frustrated⁠‌ by Vlad’s firm⁠ refusals.

“Is​‍​ it so uncomfortable⁠‌‌ for you to⁠‍ stay in Soara?‍​‍ Isn’t it advantageous?”​‌

“Yes,‍ it is… but‍⁠ that doesn’t mean⁠‌⁠ it doesn’t cause⁠​‍ me problems.”

With‍⁠ the fall of⁠‍‍ imperial authority, Vlad’s⁠​ presence in Soara‍​⁠ had turned the​‍​ city into a place of great‌ interest.

While‍⁠‍ this brought benefits,​ it also placed​​ enormous pressure on‍‍ Rutiger as the​⁠ leader of the‍​​ Bayezid family.

“But​‍ no matter who‍​‌ it is, everyone‍ keeps pressing me.​⁠​ Honestly, it’s a headache.”

However,‍ to wield a brilliant sword, one​​ must bear its‌ weight.

The‍⁠ person who stirred‌​‌ things up in‌​ Vlad’s name, while‍ receiving no clear‍ answers, was none​⁠‍ other than Rutiger,⁠ who was most​ closely tied to‌ him.

“So,‌‍⁠ you won’t be‌​⁠ emperor?”

The‍‌ casually thrown question⁠ made the atmosphere‌‌‌ in the office‌⁠ tense.

Even​‍​ Dorothea, who was⁠​ serving tea, paused⁠ for a moment.​‌‍

“…Perhaps‍ it’s better to​ start something new‍ for everyone.”

To‌ break free from⁠‍​ the tragedy of​ an era, sometimes​​ one must destroy⁠‍‍ it entirely.

Just​​ as Kihano broke‍ away from the‍‌​ Age of Dragons,‍​ Vlad now had​⁠ to break away‌ from the Age​‌⁠ of the Empire.​⁠

“I‌⁠ see.”

Rutiger⁠ smiled, as if⁠​ Vlad’s response was⁠ exactly what he​ had expected.

“We’ll‍ continue this conversation​ tomorrow. Rest for‌​​ now.”

“Understood.”​⁠

When‌⁠ they had arrived‌ in Sturma, it‌​‍ had been midday,​⁠​ but now the‌ sun was beginning⁠​ to paint the‌ sky red.

“Oh,‍‌ before you rest,​‌⁠ there are some‍‍ guests who want‍‍ to see you.”⁠‍⁠

“Understood.”​

“And⁠‍​ if you have‍‍​ time, you should​⁠ take a look‌ at the new​‍​ squires. They’re your‍⁠ subordinates, you know.⁠​​ Give them some‍​ attention.”

“…”‍‌⁠

Although​ phrased as a request, his tone⁠‌ was unusually firm,​ almost making it⁠ seem like an‍⁠​ obligation. Vlad could​‌​ only nod reluctantly.⁠‌

“And‌​​ also…”

“What‌‌​ now?”

Rutiger’s⁠‌ voice stopped him,​‌‍ and Vlad looked​​‌ at him with⁠‍ exasperation. But Rutiger’s​‌⁠ next words silenced⁠‌​ him.

“You⁠ should visit our⁠‌ mother. I’m sure‌‌ seeing you will‍⁠⁠ make her happy.”⁠‌⁠

“…”‌‌​

Sturma​ was bustling with​​ celebrations for the‍ upcoming festival, but⁠⁠‍ the place where‌‌‌ that woman resided​⁠‌ remained eerily quiet.‌​‍

A woman who, day⁠​ by day, lingered‍‍‍ in front of​⁠ a gravestone, consumed‍ by sorrow.

Remembering‍ the smile she‍‍‍ had always given⁠‍‍ him, as a mother, Vlad slowly‍ nodded before leaving‍‌‍ the room in⁠‍​ silence.

***‌‍⁠

“…When‌ is he supposed⁠⁠‌ to arrive?”

In​​‍ a dark hallway⁠‍ where night had‌ already fallen, a door opened silently.‍​

From⁠‍‍ inside the room,​​ the faint light‌‌⁠ of a candle⁠‍ illuminated a shock⁠⁠⁠ of red hair‌⁠‌ sticking out.

Zemina,‍‌ timidly peeking her​ head through the‌ door and glancing‌​‌ down the hallway,​⁠​ quickly shrank back,‌ intimidated by the‌‍‍ oppressive silence surrounding‍‍ her.

“I’m‌⁠‌ supposed to be‌​ a lady. Is⁠​⁠ it okay to‍ leave a lady‌‌ alone like this?”⁠

Vlad,⁠‌​ who had left‌ saying he was‍ going to meet‌⁠‌ the new count,​ had yet to‌​ return.

Goethe,​​ who claimed he​ was off to‍ see some acquaintances,​⁠​ had also not⁠‍⁠ come back, likely‍⁠‍ enjoying drinks somewhere.‍ At that moment,⁠‍⁠ Zemina was the​​ only one left​ in the room.⁠

“Those‌​‍ idiots…! When they‌⁠‍ come back, they’re‍‍‌ going to get​ an earful from‌⁠ me.”

Though‍⁠⁠ her words were‌‌ harsh, her voice‍ trembled slightly.

In​⁠⁠ familiar Soara, she​‍ would never have‍⁠ felt like this.⁠‍ But here, in‍‌​ the unfamiliar Sturma,​⁠⁠ the encroaching darkness‌‌‍ filled her with‍​​ unease.

“Hello.”‌

“Kyaaa!”‍​

As⁠ Zemina peeked into​ the hallway, hoping‍‌​ someone would finally‌‍​ arrive, a voice‍‍‌ sounded beside her.​⁠

It‌ was a clear,⁠ refreshing voice, but⁠ to Zemina, already‌​ on edge, it​ was terrifying.

“I‌‌⁠ just wanted to…”⁠‍‍

“A⁠⁠‌ dress! White!”

“Maybe⁠⁠ you’re looking for⁠‍​ Vlad—”

“Kyaaa!”​​⁠

A pale, unfamiliar figure⁠ floated alone in​⁠ the dark hallway.​

Barely⁠ visible, the faint‍ figure appeared to‍ be a little​‌ girl who seemed⁠‌ utterly out of‌⁠‍ place in the‍​ mansion, making the​⁠‌ scene even more‍‍ frightening for Zemina.​

“…Should⁠‍ I come back​⁠‍ later?”

“Hiiik!”‌⁠‍

The⁠‌​ World Tree Priestess⁠‌‍ halted, seemingly confused,‌‌ as she watched⁠⁠ Zemina collapse to⁠ the floor.

She‌⁠ had rushed over​‍⁠ excitedly, eager to‍‌⁠ meet the red-haired​​⁠ figure she had​‍‌ seen in her‌ dreams, but it​ seemed her enthusiasm‌‍⁠ had been a mistake.

“W-who‌ are you?”

When​‌ Zemina finally managed⁠​ to form a question, the Priestess‌ scratched her head‍⁠​ awkwardly.

Lacking‍​‍ a proper name,⁠‍‌ she appeared to‍​ be thinking about‌‌​ how to introduce‍ herself without scaring‍​⁠ Zemina further.

“I‌ just… wanted to‍‌​ give you this.”‌​

Not‌⁠​ skilled with words,‌‍‍ the Priestess decided​‌ to act instead.⁠

She‍ extended a piece‌‍ of paper, offering‍ the painting she​‍​ had brought with‌‌ her, her apologetic‍​ expression clear.

“W-what‌‍‍ is this?”

“It’s⁠‍​ something I saw‌‍​ in a dream.”‍⁠

Zemina,​ still trying to‌​ calm herself, took‍‌ the sheet of‌​ paper the girl​ offered and tried​‍ to examine the‌ drawing on it.‍‍

But⁠⁠‍ the faint moonlight‌‌ streaming in through‍​‌ the window wasn’t⁠‌ enough to clearly‌ make out what‍‍ was depicted.

“I⁠ think Vlad will‍ like this.”

“To‌‌⁠ Vlad?”

Hearing⁠‍ a familiar name,​‍ some color returned‍ to Zemina’s face.​​

But⁠‌ by then, the⁠​⁠ World Tree Priestess⁠‍ had already begun‌ retreating slowly into⁠ the hallway.

“I‍‍‌ think it’s going‌⁠ to take a bit longer for‍ you to smile⁠ at me.”

“Huh?”⁠

In​ her dreams, the‍‍‍ Priestess had seen‌‍​ the red-haired woman‍ smiling warmly at​ her.

However,⁠​ during this first​‍ encounter, the distance⁠​ between them was⁠​ still too vast‌ for that connection‌ to form.

“We’ll⁠⁠‍ meet again, Zemina.”⁠‌​

With​‌ those words, the⁠‍ World Tree Priestess‌ left the painting⁠‍ in Zemina’s hands‌⁠ and turned to⁠​ leave.

Zemina,⁠‌‌ still in a daze, remained sitting‌⁠⁠ on the floor,​‌​ watching as the⁠ girl’s platinum-blonde hair⁠​ vanished into the‍⁠‍ dark hallway.

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